[b]Suade aboard the Hask orbiting Arbidon[/b]

[center]"[i]Fear[/i],"[/center]

[indent]Suade responded to the boy. The troopers surrounding the small freight ship stepped aside as the black-robed inquisitor stepped forward to see Nraal. For a brief moment, there was absolutely no insight to what Suade meant. The single, elegant word rolled off his tongue and bellow a low, slow tone as if he was muttering his own epiphany. Was it a coincidence that was the last thought of Nraal? Suade was speaking directly to him. It couldn't be pure coincidence, could it? No, it couldn't be. Suade was adorned in more elegant Sith robes, embroidered with the common stitching that alluded to ancient Sith runes and traditions. His black robe was accented with what appeared to be gold, of all things. Could anyone with gold embroidery on a Sith robe muttering the perfect word be a coincidence? Was anything that dealt with the Force ever coincidence?[/indent]

"You wreak of it, boy," Suade added. His bright red eyes met up with those of Nraal. He was using his telepathy from the first moment to delve into the mind of Nraal, seeing what he could see without it being known. His psionic hands had the most gentle, subtle touches when exploring a new playground. Aside from the quirky smirk on his face, mostly due to feeling the tension in the air caused by the uninhibited mental anguish Nraal was facing with his captive, there wasn't a single clue that Suade was attempting to probe the mind of Nraal, looking for answers to likely give his master later. That was the ultimate fate of all knowledge Suade either eased out the minds of his victims, or ripped out violently.

Around his black robes was a tall, collared cloak, accenting his appearance with a bright, vivid red and more of the gold accenting. The seemingly silken material whisked away to the side gently, reflecting the lights of the hangar from above. The steady hand of Suade floated in the air, as if a gentle halt to Nraal. Calling it gentle, however, wasn't exactly adequate. With a simple flex of his fingers outwardly, Suade used the force to push at Nraal's shoulder, best compared to the shove of a drunk jerk at a Cantina. It wasn't meant to hurt or even knock him around, just toy with him. In the same gentle voice he spoke with earlier, Suade asked, "Tell me, why are you so scared?" Suade then let out a light, almost menacing chuckle before he added, [i]"you just got here."[/i]