<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/4aG2d.jpg)</div><strong><strong>Name:</strong> Tala Drass<br/><strong>Location:</strong>  Korriban: Landing pad<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Bracken<br/></strong><hr/><br/>Tala took a few steps back when the sith started to squabble, as they tended to do, in their own, quiet, irritating way. She didn't want anything to do with the sith, honestly, but an order was an order and she had to eliminate this Bracken. His face was burned into her mind, and a grin crept onto her lips when she saw the ship land and the arrogant sith lope out. He had a small retinue, but Tala had clearly caught his eye as he walked towards the Academy, not quite as intent as he should. She turned away from the group and made her way to walk close to Bracken, a cold smile on her face. With sith, flattery and honesty were probably best, albeit, a rather roundabout and not entirely literal honesty. Her voice rang like the cold peal of a bell, addressing him with the proper reverence for one of his station. "Lord Bracken, I presume. I would like to have words with you in private, if I may. Away from these crowds might be best, as it is a matter concerning...<em>business</em>of a sort." Her smile was charming, if slightly predatory, her glittering red eyes showing just a hint of malice, as all sith appreciated. Nothing she had said was a lie, and from the way he was sizing her up, it wasn't impossible that this approach would lead to a clean, silent kill.