[centre]~|Day 2: 01:53 - 02:17 GST|~
~|Aboard the Kaggath, Darth Nyiss’s Chambers: Nyiss and Canisha|~[/centre]

Darth Nyiss strode purposefully through the halls. There was one more thing for her to take care of before she could rest for the night. The Padawan that she had first subdued as she entered the temple, a young Cathar female, had been kept segregated from the rest of the Jedi, locked in one of the small rooms near the Sith quarters. Nyiss had decided that this one was to receive the harshest of her planned experimental procedures. She had decided to keep her apart for several reasons. Firstly, the initial treatment was going to be particularly harsh on the poor girl's body, and Nyiss did not want another of the Sith damaging her physically too much. The other reason, was that she did not want Tolun to know with surety that she had done what she was going to do to this girl. She did not know whether the Kaminoan would really fall for the ruse that painted Nyiss and the Sith as perhaps less cruel than they were at heart, but she would at least try. He was the only Jedi on board whose opinion she actually cared about after all.

When she reached the correct door, a quick series of taps at the controls unlocked it and caused it to slide open. “Jedi.” She said softly but with an authoritative edge. “I am Darth Nyiss. You are my prisoner.”

Canisha jerked awake at the sound of the door opening, and blearily blinked up at the imposing figure in front of her. It took her a moment to recognise the woman, and she jerked her head back when she realised it was the Scary Sith Lady. Her head hit the metal wall behind her with a thump, and she rubbed the back of her skull with a wince. She murmured under her breath, “Ah, Sithspit. I was hoping I’d been rescued by slavers…”

Her stomach let out a grumble, breaking through her concentration, and she warily glanced up at the fearsome woman. “Um. Not very nice to meet you, Darth...Niss? Seeing as you took me prisoner and all...but can I have some food? I’m kind of hungry…”

“No. You may not.” Nyiss said bluntly. “You will be fed when the others are fed. Tomorrow.” Nyiss didn’t have the patience for another smart mouthed Jedi. If this one acted up like Nazca had, she would suffer for it. “You will follow me, and then I will put you with the other Jedi. Unless you’d rather stay here for another day or two.” She could sense a little fear still remaining in the Jedi, no doubt an after effect of the brutal application of Force fear Nyiss had subjected her to earlier. It was satisfying to Nyiss to know she had made an impression.

Canisha shut her mouth with an audible snap of her jaw at the harsh words of the Sith Lady, fear coursing through her veins once more. Obviously the woman wasn’t in a good mood - though really, were Sith ever in a good mood? - and any attempts to backchat would probably be met with pain. The Cathar was in enough discomfort already from having slept in an uncomfortable position and no food or water for who knows how long; she had no intention of making it worse by getting herself injured.

She shakily pushed herself to her feet, using the walls behind her as support as she tried to shake out pins and needles from her left foot, and nodded, trying to hide the fact that she was still staying as far away from the imposing woman as she could. “Okay, you’re the boss. Are we going straight to the other Jedi?”

“No. Follow me.” With that, Nyiss turned and walked out of the doorway, turning towards the turbolift. Though her back was turned, she had senses beyond her eyes to make sure the Cathar did not sneak away. “What is your name Jedi.” Nyiss spoke the question as a command, not a pleasantry. She wanted to know more for the sake of labeling her subject file correctly than out of any real desire to know who the subject was.

A shiver ran down Canisha’s spine as the Sith turned to walk out of the room. For a moment she debated just running the opposite direction, and maybe finding somewhere to kind and curl up in a ball and pray for rescue. The continuation of the same decor in the hall outside the room she had woken up in suggested that doing so would be a Very Bad Idea, however, and her ears drooped as she slunk along behind the Scary Sith Lady, trying to blend with the background as much as possible. “Uh, Canisha. Canisha Lhados.”

Worry piled up in her stomach, mingling with the fear and making her already empty stomach rebel against her as the brunette wondered what the fearsome woman wanted with her.

“Canisha Lhados…” Nyiss repeated absently, mentally noting down the name for the future. She moved quickly towards the turbolift that would take them to her quarters. She was not in the mood for speaking to the subject right now.

Once they arrived, Nyiss led her to the room with the operating table, cleaned since Nazca had been there, and motioned Canisha towards the table.

Canisha’s legs wobbled as fearsome woman made her gestures, and she took a moment to look between Darth Nyiss and the table. She [i]really[/i] did not want to get on there, as who knew what kinds of cruel things the Sith Lady would do to her? The Cathar tried to stall for time, despite knowing she would probably have to get on eventually. Her mouth opened and a torrent of words came out, So, uh...what’re you gonna do to me? Torture, interrogation, just playing with my insides? If it’s the second, I really don’t know anything - I don’t even know if I was Knighted. That’s what I was doing when you stormed the Temple, you know, waiting to see if I passed my Knight trials. And I kind of like my inside where they are - you know, inside me. So I guess the first is the best course of action here? Oh...but I don’t think I like the idea of being tortured.” 

Finally getting ahold of her tongue, Canisha swallowed thickly and stepped up so she was just beside the table. It was clean, like it’d never been used, but the brunette seriously doubted that was the case. “Can’t we just chat or something?”

“Why? You have already told me you know nothing. Unless you have something else to talk about that is worthy of my time?” Nyiss asked, not really expecting the Jedi to have anything to offer her. Even if she did, the experiment would still proceed. Nyiss was not going to let this be a waste of time.

“We could...talk about the weather on Manaan?” She tried weakly. At the unimpressed stare from the red-skinned woman, she grimaced. Reluctantly sitting on the table and swinging her legs up, she muttered under her breath, “Okay, fine. I can take a hint.”

Nyiss was, needless to say, not impressed. When the Cathar lay down on the table, she tapped the button that activated the restraints. “What I am going to do to you, Canisha, is going to hurt. But I want you to know, that it is not intended as torture. Eventually, you will understand that what I am doing here is necessary.” She was looking down at Canisha while she spoke, an almost tender, almost motherly expression on her face. When she finished, it quickly disappeared, her face returning to the impassive mask it had been before.

Canisha didn’t reply, swallowing thickly as she tested the metal bands restraining her arms. Fear curled in her stomach as she watched the Sith, her eyes never leaving the woman’s actions.

Nyiss then took a syringe from one of the nearby benches, this one filled with a translucent, faintly glowing red liquid, and placed it down next to Canisha on the table. “Subject Canisha Lhados, beginning dark side energy exposure prior to injection.” Nyiss stated in a businesslike tone, not for Canisha’s sake, but for the sake of the camera’s recording what she was doing.

“Wait - Dark Side? Injection?” Canisha asked, jerking her head to try to get a better look at the vial.

Taking a padded piece of metal from the bench, Nyiss placed it between the Cathar’s teeth as she spoke. Not only would it stop her from speaking, but also stop her from biting her tongue. No sooner had she done this than she stepped back, leveled her hands at the Cathar and unleashed Force Lightning upon her. Only in a low intensity burst, but still painful and coursing with dark side energy.

Canisha instinctively bit down on the metal between her teeth and was instantly glad for it the moment the lightning coursed through her. She tried to curl in on herself, her back arching as she let out a strangled scream as the lightning raced through her veins. Tears gathered in her eyes at the pain, and any thoughts she may have been entertaining fled under the onslaught of energy.

The crackling lightning continued for precisely one minute, Nyiss looking on impassively as the young girl writhed under its effects. When she stopped, she stated, once again in a businesslike manner “Initial dark side energy exposure complete. Proceeding to the injection.” She picked up the syringe then, moving to place it over Canisha’s heart.

Canisha’s chest heaved as she breathed harshly in the moment of respite she got as Nyiss halted her lightning, staring up at the impassive woman and silently begging her to stop. Not that she expected the woman to do so, but one could hope.

Nyiss then plunged the needle down into Canisha’s chest, depressing the syringe to inject the fluid. She somewhat absently removed the needle, more interested in eagerly observing the effects the fluid generated in the young Jedi. She was not sure what to expect from the aggressive treatment, but even now the alteration genes would be detecting residual dark side energy and replicating.

The Cathar screamed around the chunk of metal in her mouth as the syringe plunged into her chest, her jaw clenching harder. Her chest attempted to curl in on itself, and she tried to rip her arms and legs from their restraints as what felt like pure pain - cold and hot and sharp and dull all at once - spread from the injection point, slowly travelling towards her extremities. Her chest felt like it was freezing in the wake of the pain, her breaths coming in short, sharp, erratic puffs as she struggled to breath through the constant screaming coming from her mouth. Blackness creeped around the edge of her vision, and Canisha screwed her eyes shut against the deep red decor which seemed to pulse in time with her heartbeat. She paid no attention to the way the restraints were cutting into her wrists as she tried to pull her arms closer to her body.

“Interesting.” Nyiss stated, watching the Cathar writhe. “Subject in immense pain, but remaining conscious. Subject is writhing, but no other visible effects. Note for future attempts - procure better restraints, subject injuring herself.” Nyiss placed the syringe back on the bench at the edge of the room before returning to Canisha’s side, watching silently for another minute.

“Now beginning weakening of subjects resistance.” She stated, reaching across to place her hand lightly on the young girl's neck. She did not physically constrict her fingers, instead beginning to sap away Canisha’s energy with the Force. Nyiss also made a point of not absorbing such energy into herself, unsure of precisely the consequences that would come from Force Draining an individual undergoing the experiment. She was expecting the visible effects to die down now.

The pain lessened slowly in the wake of a cold chill that swept from her neck down, and Canisha’s muscles stopped trying to curl in on themselves as blessed numbness took the place of the feelings whatever Nyiss had injected left behind. She would have shivered under the unnatural coolness the Sith’s fingers poured into her neck but lethargy, brought on by the tension induced by pain and the numbness, had her almost relaxing into the table as her head seemed to drift somewhere about waist height. The Cathar could vaguely feel something as it seemed to travel through her body, though it felt detached and distance and slowly slipped away until she was left staring up at the ceiling of the room. The red face of the woman swam in her peripheral vision, and she tried to say something around her unresponsive tongue. “Tha’ bah-dee hur’.”

“Subject responsive to weakening.” Stated Nyiss, ignoring the Cathar’s attempts at speech and withdrawing her hand. “Initial symptoms of rejection fading. Now we wait.” Nyiss then stepped back to the controls and shut down the recording. Stepping back to the operating table, she looked down at Canisha, a hint of compassion in her eyes for just a moment. “This is for your own good. You’ll see.” She said gently, to, in her mind, make up for all the pain.

Canisha focused on Nyiss’s face, trying to summon the strength to talk some more but her efforts failed. She settled instead for staring at the woman.

“Now you can see your fellows.” She said more briskly this time. A button press opened the door and summoned a nearby group of guards to take her back to the Jedi cells.