Ask Without Remorse

[Arla]

Per my new OP template, thread is death enabled. Immediately following the attack on Ithor​

Teecee had taken the ship out of orbit amidst the swarm of other craft that had attempted to escape the destruction. Those who were at the docking bay and those lucky few to be the first to load onto transports had managed to escape, but the vast majority of the herdship's populace was dead. It spread out like a wave in the Force from the planet, amplified further by those sentient trees who screamed in their death throes.

Arla was no stranger to killing, but never before had she taken life on such a massive level. For all her years fighting and killing, the total number of her kills was dwarfed by what she had just done. And yet she didn't feel remorse. It was simply the repercussions of the Jedi actions. It was the way of the galaxy, and the cycle would continue without ever remembering those who were lost.

These thoughts crossed her mind only fleetingly as most of her attention was consumed by getting the Dark Lord of the Sith to one of the VIP suites and getting him the medical supplies he needed to stop the bleeding, revitalize him, and generally get him back to his normal self.

Arla was no healer, but she had the medical supplies on board to deal with the worst of the damage.

Take us to Ord Cantrell, she told the pilot droid. It was an out of the way world that no one cared about but close enough to Ithor that the trip would be brief and then they could move on from there after going to the med center.

She immediately turned to 3PO to tell him to stay out of their way and keep Fenris away as well. The last thing she wanted was either her wolf or the incessant droid pissing off the Dark Lord of the Sith.

 

[Darth Raze]

Curiously, the tolerance and preference for droids was something Raze retained from Emryc. At the end of the day, their lack of distracting emotions made them far more relatable and tolerable. The Sith was weakened, but he forced himself to stay conscious. It was he that prevented Emryc from falling asleep around others and the reason the latter took years to finally learn to do that. Raze meditated and went into a calm state of mind to conserve his energy.

After the care was provided, he was seated up again, gazing down at his hands and flexing his fingers. The limitations of this body were new to him. This body was not as athletic or fit as his other one, and he overextended himself. His breathing was raspy, and he felt weakness in his muscles. But he was alive. The Councilor, the masters, and all the Jedi in that temple were not.

He didn’t say some typical dialogue questioning why she didn’t kill him. He was not surprised, nor did he care to discuss it. The Sith slowly turned to plant his feet on the ground, moving himself up to stand. He almost collapsed, and he sat back down on the bed. This was going to take time to get used to.

“Where is this ship going?” Raze asked flatly when Arla arrived next. His red eyes were gleaming, his face pale and gaunt. There was always a haunting aura about him - as if he wasn’t quite human or natural to the world of the living.

 

[Arla]

Arla walked back into the room as he finished patching up and she brought him a glass of water, having no idea what he preferred for food or drink. Or maybe he just didn't eat at all. She almost would have expected him not to.

Ord Cantrell. One of the medical centers. Outer Rim, not overly well-connected to the rest of the galaxy, no one will have gotten news yet, she said.

Unless there is somewhere you would prefer, she offered. Though this seemed the most sensible course to her, she didn't pretend to know his mind. If she did, then maybe she wouldn't be here trying to learn from him. And yet, she still knew that it would be prudent to remain on her A game. She was here to impress and to stay alive, after all. A delicate balance, but survival was one thing she was good at. She had mastered the art of staying alive, but now she needed to learn the skills for conquering the galaxy.

She considered for a moment asking him why he chose to attack Ithor, but at the end of the day, she decided she needed to pick and choose her questions that she asked and that one... probably wasn't the prime one.