"Thank... you?"

"Do people not typically congratulate the survivors of the mindless brutal slaughter of their peers?" he asks Occlus.

"Not in the tone of voice, usually."

"I suppose it might be a bit insensitive," he nods.

"And it was hardly mindless. Brutal, yes, but there was thought behind it, even if you disagree with the reasoning."

"I suppose."

"In any case." Occlus turns to Brin. "Acolyte. By winning through your trials here, you have demonstrated power, strength, and passion worthy of a Sith. I accept you as my apprentice. Cast off your shackles, and stand beside me." She holds out the bundle.

Brin accepts it with a short bow. "Thank you, my lord. I am honored."

"Welcome to the gang, we don't usually have cookies but they would be a good idea."

She grins a little at that. Her smile broadens further when she unwraps the bundle to reveal a half meter-long metal tube. She twirls it, testing the balance before adopting a guard stance and flicking a button on the side causing twin spears of brilliant crimson to push forward from either end.

Rafa claps.

"I trust the weapon is to your satisfaction?"

"Yes, my lord."

"We will be returning to my ship, now. Do you have any possessions here you do not wish to leave behind?"

"-No, my lord."

"Very well. Come, then." Occlus turns and leads the way out.

And Rafa follows.

They get back without incident.

"Apprentice, show our newest addition around, get her cleaned up. Pirate, prepare for departure."

"Anywhere in particular?"

"Dromund Kaas."

"What are we doing there, my Lord?"

"Solidifying an alliance with Darth Vowrawn."

"Sounds interesting, my Lord. I'll show Brin around."

She nods in dismissal.

Brin looks at him attentively.