Orias looked him up and down. Obviously well trained to take out Jedi. He was confident in his own abilities, but he had no idea what this being was capable of. In situations like this, the first to move was at a disadvantage. He moved closer to the bounty hunter. moving until they were almost face to face, he was now pouring almost everything he had into a fear aura that projected around him. Even a being trained in resistance to the force would feel hard pressed to remain completely unphased by the powerful imposing presence. He was hard to read, his senses were telling him that his emotions were fluctuating wildly, it was a crude but effective method to fooling emphatic senses. "I don't care if you trust me, or if you dislike me, or even if you want to kill me... Just so long as you obey and fear the repercussions of disobediance, you are f use to the Empire." he said. The Commander swallowed hard as his eyes darted between the two men. He wasn't entirely sure which side he wanted to be on, but he was almost positive that he wanted to be on the side of the man that would choke him to death if he didn't help him.

"Umm..." the Commander interupted "Achem. My Lord, the Bazaar shall be entering orbit in approximately 30 standard minutes. She is carrying the facilities to perform an effective execution."

"I highly doubt that." Orias replied "Pain breaks all men... But Jedi, like Sith, are not men, they are above men. They control this universe at an atomic level, they are more attuned to gods." he knelt down and grabbed the Jedi's face, forcing her unconscious gaze to meet his. "I have seen this before. An old technique is to put ones self into a coma, attempts to rouse her are useless until she is fully healed. The mind has all but left the body and for all intents and purposes, she is dead." his claw-like grip tightened. He had a feeling that this one would make an excellent apprentice to the Acolytes. But in order to rescue her, he would need her to remain unconscious until he could get her to safety. As he stared into her eyes, he wrung her face, getting visibly angry. In actuality, this was a show to not raise suspicion as he placed a mental barrier in her head that would help to block out almost all pain. He had always been talented in blocking his own physical pains to push his body further. Now it was merely a case of doing it to someone else. He got visibly angry as he grabbed her by the throat and wrenched her body so that he now stood with his hand under her jaw and holding her up by her head "AWAKEN!!!" he roared, as he did, several pots aroudnt he room rumbled before tumbling over, he dropped her, before fixing his hair. An obvious attempt to regain composure. "I apologize... I believe that the Bazaar's facilities will be... Appreciated..." he smiled an innocent smile, which came across more as creepy. He was playing up the incopetance of the average Sith.

"Sir... I would ask that you do not touch the prisoner again. We must make sure she is not killed, should any information she is carrying be lost." The commander said.

"Of course." he breathed heavily. "Fetch me a drink, I grow parched." he waved his hand at the commander. He bowed and walked away. "So tell me, how has a being such as yourself managed to learn the necessary skills to kill a Jedi?" he asked.