Once Kharr and Mal'lor left the room, Darth Malus was left alone with the prisoner for the first time. With a careless move of Malus' hand, the steel shackles which had bound the Chiss' hands dropped to the floor with a bang. His eyes examined his new apprentice almost systematically. The blue-skin humanoid was obviously still young, but certainly no inexperienced boy. The man had many scars and burns, the rugged body of someone who has seen many years of combat. Judging by the fact that he had actually survived his numerous wounds, this was a relentless one. In time, these qualities will make a fine Sith Lord, Malus pondered. But first, Malus would need to concentrate on the present, for the silence between them has lasted for too long, and the Chiss was obviously judging him closely as well.
"You are free now. As the Jedi would say, freedom is a series of choices. I will, in a few moments, leave this room. Your choice is this: You may follow me, begin your training, and start a new life, different from anything you have experienced before." The Sith Lord grinned darkly "Or, you may remain here, and cling to your past. Naturally, you would be thrown out of the airlock when we exit hyperspace." The Chiss was still watching him silently.
"So, my young friend...what shall you choose?"
"You are free now. As the Jedi would say, freedom is a series of choices. I will, in a few moments, leave this room. Your choice is this: You may follow me, begin your training, and start a new life, different from anything you have experienced before." The Sith Lord grinned darkly "Or, you may remain here, and cling to your past. Naturally, you would be thrown out of the airlock when we exit hyperspace." The Chiss was still watching him silently.
"So, my young friend...what shall you choose?"