[center]~|Day 2, 19:00- 19:05 GST|~ ~|Jayda & Sish, Sith Sector (Common room)|~[/center] When Jayda left Zanna’s side, she proceeded first to her room to drop off the vial and prevent it from being broke should Sish decide to punish her. Then aimed to take a detour to surveillance in order to delete the evidence of her idle chat with the Jedi. Her paranoia told her it was unlikely the other Sith would’ve looked kindly on her spending time alone with the prisoners she was suppose to be turning, her mind finding it hard to understand the difference between they besides life choices. While she crouched down to shift her mattress over and despite the vial carefully underneath, resting just on the frame’s edge. When she wrapped up covering her tracks, she would contact Sish to undo what damage Corr had done. Her hand settled the bedding back into place almost perfectly. Her feet lead her outward into the hallway while her thought trailed to Koren, his personality a bit like her own father’s causing her stomach to sink a bit. [i]Was he really one or was Sish merely speculating?[/i] The question was slowly burning her as she tried to create possibly explanations, only to come up short on the plausibility. If he had been, he was one no more. And seemed not to have been one for a long time. Sighing, Jayda’s figure stepped into the surveillance room and abruptly stopped in her tracks. Her head raised from its lowered position to see Sish’s large frame leaning over the console. Her hearts thumped heavily in her chest that was certain it was going to bruise her as she stepped forward, her hand falling to her lightsaber at her waist. Each finger wrapped about the hilt thanks to the thoughts edging into her mind, worried questions over what he might’ve seen or heard. [i]Could he know her doubts and regret? Would she have to face his wrath and could she survive it?[/i] The last question caused her fingers to loosen, her arms slipping into their neutral position in her doubt. Her voice was cautious when she addressed Sish, through the venom still cut deeply into the tone. “How long have you been standing there?” Sish turned around, Jayda’s scent wafting in seconds before she herself spoke. He grinned at her, remaining claws tapping thoughtfully on the computer board, before walking casually towards her. “The whole time. Quite clever of you to keep the Jedi non-aggressive. Granted, they were already cowed from previous experiences, but you handled yourself well, all things considered.” He was a little less than arm’s length from her when he paused, a thoughtful look on his face. “That reminds me.” His hand snapped out and cracked a back handed blow across her face. “You let your guard down with someone who clearly viewed you as a threat. If he had been smarter, you would have been killed.” Jayda tensed for a moment, her mind shifted to her lightsaber briefly, as the thought faded when Sish spoke. His praise giving birth to fresh anger and guilt inside her, the emotions snaking around her hearts where they tightened for a moment. Her eyes flickered to the side when Sish’s back hand darted into her vision. Crack! The back hand’s scales scraped and her legs crumpled, her body brought to the floor immediately by the force behind his strike. A bit of blood from a split lower lip dripped down her chin causing her to raise a right hand and wipe it away with her thumb. “I’m still alive. It was a missed chance I don’t intend to allow him to have again.” Jayda quietly growled, her hands planted back on the floor while she started to rise again. A slight redness covered her face side from where the Sith hit, her mind ignoring the sting spreading across her skin in the effort to recover from the surprise. Her eyes didn’t watch where Sish was, though she could hear him well, as they found the floor. “You’re still alive because he’s incompetent. I suggest you kill him before he has time to become less incompetent, as I’ll only be teaching the strongest of the two of you.” His hand cracked down again as she tried to rise, knocking her to the floor again. “I warned you repeatedly that this wasn’t your world anymore, that you’d have to be constantly on your guard. It appears you didn’t listen to me.” He stepped over her , casting one more final call. “Kill him or he’ll kill you. One way or another I’ll have a worthy apprentice.” His words were like ice running through her veins. Her heart thumped within her chest, her eyes glaring at the floor and ears poised for his approach. Again, she felt another strike against her cheek when he struck her same cheek. This time she had been ready for it as her eyes closed, her head tilted to limit the damage. It still brought her down to the floor. Jayda hit hard as she fell to her side, her figure semi curled defensively, while she paused in getting up again. Her figure felt his clawed feet step over her fallen body and start clicking to the exit, his final decision echoed back at her before vanishing. When his footsteps were a decent measure away, Jayda moved. Her arms pushed her upright and onto her knees, ignoring the warmth seeping down her lips and dripping onto the floor. A hot, burning anger fluttered through her starting from her heart and spread like wildfire. It tingled and heated across her surface, her fingers curled into fists then abruptly slammed down in full force against the floor. It took an extreme measure of control to prevent her from lashing again and again like some child tossing a temper. With whatever strength she could muster, her hand raised to pull herself upright as she leaned into the console. Her eyes noted the claw marks into the steel from where Sish had been infuriated on discovering Corr’s traitor tendencies. It still would be an hour before she met the Red Sith and while it seemed Sish wanted them to get down and over with, Jayda wasn’t willing to be pushed into action too soon. ~| Day 3, 20:40 - 20:44 GST |~ ~|Location: Egren, Mos Eisley, Tatooine within Egrens shop|~ Melloch chuckled despite himself, smiling at the little shop keeper. "Perhaps I am abnormally large. But normal is such a relative term, don't you think? On my planet you'd be considered abnormally small, whereas [i]I'd[/i] be the normal one." He looked around at the shop itself with great interest. Antiques and unique items had always interested him, especially the kind you tended to find in shops such as this one. At Egren's final words Melloch spread his hands in defeat. "I need her to take me to Janglor, actually. As for trade, I'm afraid I only have my lightsabers, which you may not have, and the clothes on my back. I somehow suspect that you don't want the clothes on my back anymore than I want to walk around through Mos Eisely in the Tattoine sun naked." Melloch shrugged. "Is there anything I can do for you? A favor for information. Of course I'll repay that favor immediately, rather than claiming to comeback if you prefer."