[center]~|Day 2, 9:40 - 9:50 GST|~
~|Kaggath, Nyiss' quarters |~
 [h3][sub][u]Sish & Nyiss[/u][/sub][/h3][/center]



Sish awoke to darkness. Rather than giving into his instinctive desire to scramble to his feet and fight off the enemies that were surely around him, he laid still and continued to pretend to be unconscious on the richly furnished floor. Obviously he wasn’t in the prison cells anymore. His nose drew in unfamiliar scents, and one familiar one. [i]Oh no. This isn’t good.[/i] Despite himself, Sish immediately tensed in preparation and wariness. He didn’t want to die horribly afterall. His eyes opened and he slowly sat up, looking around for Darth Nyiss. When he found her, he got to his feet and then took a knee, eye focused on his lightsaber. “My Lord. What do I owe the honor of meeting you in person?” [i]This very dubious honor.[/i] He was clearly prepared to act quickly, should she attack,  and didn’t particularly care if Nyiss noticed that he was. 

“A crude weapon.” Darth Nyiss said, looking at Sish’s lightsaber, held gently in her hand. She then shifted her gaze to Sish’s ugly, scarred reptilian face. “For a crude individual.” Nyiss paced back and forth then “What shall I do with you.” She asked rhetorically. “A Sith Lord who deosn’t seem to have comprehended the idea that I want all of my prisoners to remain alive. A Sith Lord with so little control of his own actions, that a group of Padawans can send him into a murderous rage.” She stopped pacing then and looked back at Sish. “What shall I do with you?” She repeated, less rhetorically this time.

Sish carefully watched Nyiss as she paced back and forth in front of him, ignoring her remarks. If being called crude was all that happened in this room he would be extremely lucky and very thankful. As she listed his offenses, he merely waited for the punishment. Surely there would be one. Darth’s didn’t ask, they merely did whatever they pleased. Thus, there was a brief pause as Sish realized she was legitimately asking him. 

“Whatever you please, My Lord. We both know that I am incapable of putting up more than a paltry fight if you thought killing me was the best course of action. But if I may, if it hadn’t been me it would have been one of the apprentices, or Lord Namore. The prisoners have been on this ship for two days. They would have tried something like this sooner or later, and they would have succeeded with someone else eventually. And it would have fell to that person to punish and teach them. If we want them to be Sith they have to learn one of the most important rules; Everything has a price, a consequence,  especially knowledge. If they are not strong enough to pay that price, they will die.” Sish’s gaze was unwavering, his tone respectful.

“My rage was great, yes, but it was not murderous. The Kel-Dor would have been crippled at worst. I was teaching them a lesson, weeding out the weak. They have to be either very smart or very strong to achieve their goals and they were neither when they tried to stop me. The strong ones will learn from this lesson. The weak will not. After all, My Lord, isn’t the primary purpose of this ship to convert the Jedi? What use are converted Jedi if they die within a week of being thrust into our world? You know as well as I do how ruthless Sith politics can be. A dead converted Jedi is a weak converted Jedi and a waste of our resources and time spent on them.”

“Your argument is sound.” Nyiss stated, pausing only a moment before continuing. “Or at least, it would be if the full extent of my plan was converting the Jedi. I require them alive. How can I trust that a blunt warrior such as yourself will control his rage to always remain non-lethal? You have already shown that you are more than willing to kill a fellow Sith for no reason other than his annoying you.” Nyiss did not expect an answer this time. She was in no mood to debate with him at length when he knew so little of her grand plan. “You would do well to remember that you are presently more expendable than the Jedi. Though it is to your credit that you did not beg for mercy.”

Sish didn’t allow himself to hope that he would escape unharmed. He knew Nyiss wouldn’t be merciful beyond letting him live. So it came as no surprise when she continued, making certain that he was going to be punished. “I would not have killed the apprentice Jakali, had he not tried to kill me. Merely punished him for his insolence against someone stronger.” His lips curled in a snarl of distaste at the implications of Nyiss’s last words, baring what remained of his razor sharp fangs. “Warriors do not beg.”

With that, Nyiss activated Sish’s lightsaber. “Before the war ended, I may have been inclined to show some mercy for the sake of retaining your capabilities as a killing machine. But now, I am feeling much less lenient. And so, I will give you a permanent reminder that controlled rage defines a Sith, not wild fury. Tell me. Which of your limbs do you favor most?”

She knew that this would likely be seen as an overreaction by her. Perhaps it was, but not only was it her right, in her eyes it was the only way forward. She needed the Sith below her  to remember their place and make an effort to not cross her in the future.

Besides, this particular beast had slain her most recent lover for no reason beyond his own annoyance. If he was so willing to commit such a petty act, he had to be willing to be on the receiving end of pettiness as well. Jakali may have been replaceable, but so were Sish’s limbs.

Sish didn’t hesitate, presenting his left arm to be sliced off by the Darth. There was nothing he could do and the pain of losing a limb was an old friend by now. Still, there was one thing that needed to be addressed. “I will need a replacement one, My Lord. I have reached the age where my limbs no longer regrow, and I would rather not give the Jedi temptation to try and attack me again. I can deal with them one armed, but I doubt I could do it without maiming them.”

Nyiss preceded the strike with only one quick flourish, bringing the Saber down to cleanly sever the lizards arm at the shoulder. Following that, she deactivated the lightsaber and tossed it at his feet. “Miasa will construct a new arm for you.” She stated. “You may leave now. And do take that with you.” She said, briefly gesturing at the severed limb at his feet.

Pain. Excruciating and familiar pain rippled through Sish as the lightsaber neatly sliced off his arm. His teeth clenched together and he hissed, but other than that he gave no reaction. With his remaining arm he picked up his lightsaber, clipping it to his belt. “As you say, My Lord.” He replied, jaw aching. With his severed arm in his remaining claws, Sish turned and exited out of Nyiss’s quarters.

When the Lizard had left her quarters, Nyiss walked over to the nearest wall comm and activated a channel to Miasa. She spoke in a somewhat bored voice. “Miasa… You may soon receive a visitor in need of a new arm. He lost his current one as a punishment, so do keep that in mind when you build a new one for him. No blasters, flamethrowers, rockets, blades or other such tools. Other than not making it useful for him… Do be imaginative.” Her intent was merely that the Lizard not manage to acquire any ‘upgrades’ from this event. If Miasa misinterpreted her and gave him a defective arm though, she would not be at all annoyed.