Crusade. Such a strange name for a Sith Lord, granted that most of them had pretty weird names when push came to shove. It really didn't matter at all though - he held some position of power above her and she needed to climb up another rung of the ladder. She had to please him, and clearly he wasn't in the mood for some rowdy after-hours action so she would have to please him with her abilities. Jailee thought him to be a strange character, of sorts; although she hadn't had much contact with him, from what she could tell, he was an extremely hard man to please. His arrogance was enough to make her feel that if she did garner his trust, he would hold her in a place of power or at least allow her to get a little closer.

She didn't even know why his power attracted her in such a way - maybe it was because of the fact that she hadn't seen a Sith Lord in years and this one exuded so much power it made her tingle. That was probably it, but either way, the young Sith had quite a good plan for getting his attention and holding it, it just required a fair amount of pain, suffering and a good few betrayals on her side.

Jailee's plan was so deceptively simple that she thought it would be able to be seen through very easily. She was already present when Crusade was torturing the last survivor of the first Republic assault on their fort so, when he was done availing of the fort's prison and numerous tools of torture, Jailee conveyed her demands to the old torturer, who was cleaning his equipment. He was very hesitant at the start, under the belief that if he harmed her, her instincts would take over and she would use the force to rip him asunder. She had control of her abilities.

She was quite proud of her body and her confidence was almost to the point were it could be described as overbearing. So, she had no problem stripping away her armour and letting herself be shackled to the ceiling, half-naked. Jailee couldn't say she wouldn't enjoy it if she was with another, or at least someone more appealing than the old fool who was almost dripping with hunger. He knew his limits though, and only looked, knowing that inappropriate hands would end badly for him. "Hurry up and make me look battered, you fool..." She spoke down to him, willing him onwards as he lifted a particularly nasty looking vibro-blade.

Her master had always taught her that with the force, a Sith can ignore any pain inflicted on them but she couldn't say she shared that skill. Despite closing her eyes and beginning to meditate, every slice brought forth a new flood of pain. She knew that her little body would have a few more scars but she didn't mind it so much - one day, she would never need to try and claw her way upwards. No, on that day, she would be high above the rest and she could do as she pleased.

The torturer seemed jittery after he was done with the blade. She seemed near unconsciousness on the exterior but she was really just channelling her ability to dampen the pain a little. "Go on..." She urged and he hesitantly did as he was told.

When he was done, she looked like a thoroughly damaged soul - it was exactly what she wanted. She was covered in fresh cuts and bruises and she knew that she could easily pass off as a victim of the Sith war-machine. She had time to rest herself as she instructed the hungry-eyed man to leave her be and in this time, she thought over her plan quickly before preparing herself for battle.

Just as she expected, a short while later the compound exploded into a firefight between the assaulting Republic force and the heavily-entrenched Sith garrison. She could sense the presence of Jedi and it was then that she used up all the focus she had augmented, concentrating it into a thick barrier between her core and the all-seeing eyes of the force. Once the barrier was there and she could feel it, she worked about covering it in a camouflage so her enemies could be more-easily deceived. Finally, even a Jedi that was well-versed in the force would find it nigh-on impossible to prove that she had any dark intents within her.

Thankfully, it was then that she picked up on the young girl entering the fort. She was Jedi, it was clear to Jailee. When she felt the presence of the young acolyte leave her senses, she knew he had been killed but she also knew that the young Jedi Padawan had not slain him. That foul deed had fallen into the hands of someone she really should have expected - a Mandalorian.

Jailee tracked their progress the entire way and only broke off when she felt them drawing close to where she was. The torturer was on edge, clearly confused about where he should have been and what he should have been doing. His life was meaningless to her, he was a pawn in her plan to infiltrate the Jedi ranks. As soon as the troopers turned the corner and came face-to-face with the old man, she reacted quicker than they ever could have hoped to. Swinging forward, she wrapped one leg around his shoulders and another around his head, before pulling the two in opposite directions and snapping his neck with ease.

Breathing heavily, she allowed his limp body to fall away as she cast her vision up to the young Padawan. The girl was weak to her emotions, Jailee could feel it - the Jedi would undoubtedly feel something about the dripping blood and her damaged body. She didn't speak a word to them, just hung freely on the shackles as she waited for the eventual aid to arrive.