Thallia Valcia stormed through the corridors towards the prison cells Her arm was held close to her side, unmoving, still largely untouched by the medical teams aboard the ship. She told them not to heal it so she could have the satisfaction of taking the energy needed to heal it from the Jedi who’d inflicted her injury in the first place. She’d made sure to rise from her rest as soon as she could, much to the protest of the medical staff, in order to get to Strago before anyone else did. She would have her revenge.

As she turned the corner to the cellblock section she was confronted by the sight of the Jedi staggering unnaturally back into his cell, followed closely by another Sith. One whom Thalia had never seen before. This was unacceptable. Strago was [I]hers.[/I] It was her right to torture him first. She marched up to him just as he turned and the cell door shut. “Who do you think you are? That prisoner belongs to [I]me[/i]!”

Guide looked at the female who was shouting at him. A human, he thought that his niece would have taught these beings their place by now, obviously not. However he had other things to attend to and he could not be bothered to deal with stroppy little girls who interfere with matters above them. He merely shrugged it off, and began walking down the corridor outside of the cell block.

Thallia stood slightly stunned as the other Sith passed by her before wheeling about and following the old man. “Don’t you ignore me!” She shouted at his back, quickening her pace to catch up to him. “I’m going to ask once more. What were you doing with that Jedi!”

He turned around. “My you’re a persistent little one aren’t you? What I was doing with that Jedi is my business and mine alone. If you want to know? Then you must become of use to me.” He turned back away and continued on his journey down the corridor.

He was walking away from Thallia once again. Unbelievable. She caught up once more and reached out with her uninjured arm. “Don’t you dare walk away from me-” She said as she grabbed the man's shoulder and tried to spin him to face her.

As soon as Thallia touched him he turned under his own strength, Guide didn’t even have to lift an arm. A sudden and incredibly powerful Force hit her in the cheek, throwing her up in the air and spinning her until she hit the wall and slid to the floor. “Do not forget your place, Jen’jidai. You are not but a pawn in a greater game than you know exists, than anyone aboard this ship exists other than the Jen’Ari and myself. You shall not rise above your station, do I make myself clear?”

Thallia’s world was spinning. Not literally. Not anymore at least. She’d hit the wall hard, and when she tried to focus on the man responsible, her vision started whirling. By some miracle of luck, she could still hear him clearly, though she could not reply. Another moment passed, and pain flooded her injured arm - she’d fallen on the Lightsaber wound. She felt blood seep down her arm then. The impact had ruined the small amount of healing done by the medics and opened the wound. [I]Blast.[/I] She thought. [I]Another robe ruined[/I]. For a few minutes, she remained sitting, slumped uncomfortably against the wall.’

Guide moved forward closer to her, bleeding out slightly. He focused on the wound, not healing it but sealing it to prevent it bleeding anymore than it currently was. “I asked you a question [i]apprentice[/i], do you understand that you are not meant to rise above your station?

Suddenly, Thallia’s vision was filled with a wizened red face. “Leave me alone.” She croaked.

“You still do not learn your place [i]Apprentice.[/i]” He focused on the wound again, selecting the skin on either side of the wound he had just repaired and [i]pulled[/i], practically skinning her slightly. Tearing at her flesh, yet not allowing her to bleed. Of course he could of just simulated the pain however he had to keep some secrets from her. “Do you understand, that you will not rise above your station? That Jidai is not your prisoner, he belongs to no-one but Darth Nyiss, her word is law and as such I can experiment on whom I chose. Do you understand?”

Thallia clenched her teeth so as not to scream in pain. Whatever this old man was doing to her arm was excruciating. After only a moment she knew she had to submit. “Yes… Master.” She managed through the pain.

Guide leaned in slightly. “Call me Guide.” With that he turned and walked away, he did not bother mending her skin together, it wasn’t bleeding so he saw no need, it wouldn’t cause a mess and have people ask questions. However his job was done and that was the most important thing. However this young Sith may be useful, he turned his head back. “If you are the one I have heard of, who squanders potential and you ever wish to decide to utilize it. I may be willing to teach.” He turned back around with a swish of his cloak and walked away without another word.

Thallia watched the man go, and as soon as he was out of sight, she pushed her hair from her face and stood. She had business with Strago, and a wound that was much worse than before. She hoped the Jedi was still in good condition after Guides visit. She would need all his strength.

Strago barely moved in his cell, doing his best to continue to meditate, his mind drifting off onto other thoughts, and feelings much more than it normally did. Through the Force, he felt much more than during the other times he had on the ship. He could tell that another Jedi had died, and it got to him more than he expected. His mind went to many different things, wondering if death was the best thing for the Jedi on this ship, or if they still had some chance of making it out alive.

He had a feeling of worry much more so than he normally did, not able to just tell himself to be strong, and deal with it for the moment. After all, if he was going to worry about it on the ship, he knew it was better to do so alone than in the presence of a Sith.

Deciding it was likely the best course of action, he put much more focus into healing the scars that Guide had left from his own forms of healing. He knew he had to be strong if he was going to be able to do anything for any of the other prisoners, and he had the intention of finding a way to help them if he could, despite his lack of knowledge, and experience in certain things that would be of obvious use.

Thallia felt a disturbing amount of lightside energy coming from the cell as she stormed down the hallway. She wasted no time, slamming the button that opened the door and marching in. The Forcefields activated as she did so, which was a good thing right since THalia didn’t plan to take Strago out of his cell for this. The Other Jedi in the cell would have to watch, hearing the muffled sounds of torment through the Forcefield.

The walls of energy deactivated before her and reactivated behind her as she crossed the cellblock to reach Strago, the Jedi meditating and channeling the Light side of the Force. The moment she was within his cell her voice was raised to a near hysterical shout. “Look what you did to me you impure freak!” As she yelled she pointed at her injured arm with her free hand. “You’re going to pay for that!” She yanked the sleeve up from her arm to reveal the gruesome wound for all to see.

Strago opened his eyes slowly as he heard the doors to the cell block open, quickly followed by footsteps. He continued with his meditation as much as he could for a moment, but watched as Thallia came toward him, and quickly began yelling at him. He remained quite calm, but looked down slightly as she showed him her injured arm before looking right into her eyes, “It was not my intention to harm you.” He said quite flatly, but genuinely meaning it. His mind had gone back to what had happened the last time he was with her, and it reminded him to make sure he was mentally prepared, knowing that she was one of the Sith who made noticeable use of mind influencing abilities, unsure of what exactly her intention was here.

Thallia’s rage only grew at hearing the Jedi’s stereotypical attempt to placate her. She didn’t bother answering. The Jedi was set in his ways and the pain was clouding her mind. She prepared to make use of a technique she only knew from reading, a technique whereby a Sith could transfer the life-force of another being into themselves for healing purposes - Dark Heal. She reached out with her uninjured arm and placed her hand flat on Stragos chest. She focused on her pain and the desire for it to go away. Moments passed where nothing happened, but then she began to feel a slow buzz of energy. The pain in her arm did not decrease however, instead it became even more intense as her body resisted the attempt to repair it unnaturally.

Strago watched as Thallia’s arm moved toward him, not sure what she was going to do, deciding to just stay still as it did despite having a bad feeling about it. Once it made contact he could feel her starting to drain the energy from him. He waited for a moment, expecting something more, but then realised that there wasn’t anything more, and quickly grabbed her arm, pulling it off his chest toward the side, but toward him as well, not intending to just let her take his energy, though still not making any effort to actually harm her.

Thalia had expected him to try something. He was a meddling kind of Jedi. This time though, he didn’t have a Lightsaber to defeat her with. She pulled her arm free quickly as he grasped it. Through gritted teeth she said softly “Not this time Jedi.” Then she took a step back and raised her hand to point at him. Dark Heal might be difficult for her, but Force Lightning was easy and she had a lot of anger to back it up. The energy shot from her fingertips at the Jedi in a several second burst. She couldn’t do too much damage or there would be no energy left to take, but if she had to set him back in line, she would.

Strago watched as she pulled away, then saw her raise her hand, knowing what was coming before it even did, instinctively raising his arms to block it, grunting very loudly as he felt it against him, doing his best to force it back, but not being very successful, especially without more preparation. He then immediately looked into her eyes once again, his face much more stern now, ignoring the pain from the lightning as he stood tall, obviously having no intention of giving in easily.

Thallia was exasperated by this Jedi’s continued defiance. Why couldn’t he just acknowledge her superiority? She changed the shape of her hand and grasped the Jedi’s throat with the Force, raising him up off the bed on which he was sitting quickly, before he could employ any of his damned resistance. “You’re doing this to yourself you stupid Jedi!” She half expected a response, but it was unlikely he’d be able to speak much with his throat crushed almost to breaking point.

Strago was once again able to tell what was coming before it happened, but had too little time to react to do much about it. Instinctively, he moved his hands toward his throat as the choke began, but he knew very quickly that it wouldn’t help him. His eyes continued to focus onto hers, the pain very obvious on his face, but a more aggressive look showing as well. It didn’t take him very long before he let out the strongest Force push he could muster in about half a second, directed right toward her shins, hoping it would knock her down, or at least throw her off balance.

The moment the Force push struck Thalia’s legs she dropped the Jedi out of the hold she had on him as she staggered. He was troublesome indeed. Her lightsaber whipped into her hand as she rapidly regained her balance. Then, rage overcoming pain, she reached out with her injured arm and willed the transfer of energy to occur once again, contact or no contact. There was nothing to indicate it to the eye, but she felt the transfer begin again, stronger this time. The flesh in her arm hurt intensely, but the bone suddenly repaired itself and the flesh next to it snapped together layer by layer. She held the Lightsaber between herself and the obstinate Jedi, purple blade active and ready to strike him down should he try anything.

Strago fell to the ground, able to react fast enough to make sure he landed standing. He watched Thallia as she took out her lightsaber, not making Strago much more scared from it, knowing that if she wanted him to die, it wouldn’t matter at all. He stood still as he watched her move her arm out, not moving for several seconds, but quickly able to tell that she was taking energy from him, noticing that he was already feeling weaker, sending another Force blast toward her legs while simultaneously using the Force to try to pull the lightsaber from her hands. He knew it was more a test of how much she was paying attention over an actual challenge of ability, but if he was going to lose his energy anyway, he intended for it to be on his own terms.

Thalia stumbled slightly with the attack on her legs, less than before. She was by no means an excellent duelist, but using the same attack twice in a row was something even she knew to be foolish, and so she had prepared. When she felt her Lightsaber begin to slip from her hand, she clenched down on it with both the Force and her hand. Strago had proven he could challenge Lord Sish with a Lightsaber. She didn’t want to go through that again. If he didn’t kill her, one of the other Sith probably would. Regardless, it was enough to disrupt the healing. blood veins that had moments ago been temporarily shut sprung open and her arm became quickly drenched in crimson as the now clean wound bled. She mustered her mind quickly and began again, only half focusing on the heal. The Rest of her mind was ready to resist whatever the Jedi felt he could attack her with next.

Strago began moving closer to her despite his plan not working. He walked toward her at a fast pace, knowing he needed to act urgently if he wasn’t going to be too weak to do something, but not wanting to go so fast that she would slice him with the lightsaber, “You’re the one who’s doing this to yourself, Sith.” He said, her words from not long ago still on his mind, “I could easily have helped heal you if only you had asked.” He added, partially to prove a point, but also to distract her, this time trying to pull her entire body toward him, prepared to grab at the lightsaber if the pull worked, but also ready to jump toward her if it didn’t, knowing that resisting the pull would be its own distraction that he could also capitalise on.

The Jedi was up then, talking and walking towards her. Offering help. “So could the medics with their Kolto. I wanted to do [I]this[/I]- She was cut off by a Force pull. His talking had been just a distraction, but enough of one to pull her ahead. This time at least, no blood vessels were exposed and she didn’t bleed, but she did stagger towards the now much closer Jedi. In the process, she swung the Lightsaber wildly, grazing his chest with the tip of the blade. With her other hand she unleashed a wild burst of Force Lightning, desperate to avoid Stragos clutches again.

Strago grunted very loudly as the lightsaber went across his chest, this time yelling as he felt the lightning hit him, making no attempt at some kind of defence this time. Instead he began using the Force once more, just trying to move the lightsaber out of her grasp with it, not able to focus enough to try to get it to come in his direction because of the pain.

Regaining her Balance, Thallia felt another attack on her Lightsaber hand. The weapon remained in her grasp but the blade was flicked into the nearby Forcefield, the energy feedback from it causing the blade to flicker off. It did give Thallia an idea though. Not letting up with her Lightning, though controlling it a little more, she through the hardest Force push she could into the Jedi’s side, in an attempt to throw him into the Forcefield. Such a thing would cause great pain, and if she could she would hold him there with the Force until he blacked out.

Strago looked at the lightsaber, and just yelled even louder as the lightning continued. A moment later he felt a Force push bringing him toward the forcefield. He re-directed it as much as he could, grabbing toward Thallia, hoping to take her into it with him, or make her stop because of the chance of it.

Thallia was once again in the grasp of Strago, and now they both slammed into the ForceField. Pain coursed through her side at the touch, and she briefly felt her own Sith Lightning once again. As they both tumbled to the floor, she tried to activate her Lightsaber again. The first tap of the button did nothing. This was it, she was not getting out of it this time. The second tap - Nothing! She was going to [I]die[/I]. Once more, this time, the purple blade flickered to life. She pulled her legs up towards herself, kneeing the Jedi in the groin as she went, and swiped the Lightsaber low. There was a distinct thump of something dropping to the ground as she rolled the two of them over and pushed away from Strago, standing and stepping back quickly. Next time, she’d get the Kolto for her injuries.

Strago made a very brief attempt to grab the lightsaber as they slammed into the forcefield, but was quickly overwhelmed by the pain. He kept his hands on her as much as he could, letting out a sound between a yell, and a grunt as she kneed him in the groin, letting go with his left hand, and instinctively moving it toward there, but gripping her clothing with his right quite tightly despite not having enough strength to actually take advantage of it in any way. After a moment, he yelled loudly, the pain of the lightsaber going through his shin, and calf not entirely registering for about a second. His grip was weak enough now to let her go as she backed away, quickly feeling himself fall to the ground. He was conscious enough to stop any attempt at further damage, but he felt far too weak to continue fighting for any other reason, feeling his consciousness slowly fading.

Thalia stood looking at what she’d done to the Jedi. All she could think of was the announcement that no Sith was allowed to remove anything that would not grow back from a Jedi. She was in shock. This could mean her death! She’d seen what happened to the last Sith who’d overstepped her bounds. Thallia didn’t wait to see what would happen. Instead, she ran. Straight out of the Prison cell and into the hallway. She took a moment to calm her breathing. She stopped by the Med-bay, grabbed a Kolto spray to finish healing her arm and said quickly to the medical staff “One of the Jedi’s been attacked! Someone cut his foot off with a Lightsaber. Quickly, go fix it while you can.” No sooner had the staff begun to move than she was herself out of the Medical bay and headed towards the security room. She had camera records to edit….