[center]~| Day 2, 9:10 - 11:56 GST |~ ~| Aboard the Kaggath, Prison Complex |~[/center] Lady Lansha had left the comfort of the surveillance room shortly after her encounter with the demonic spirit that had scarred her perfect face. She had retreated to her own personal quarters, partly out of fear of being jumped by the creature again due to her enjoyment of solitude. For a short time she had meditated in her chambers, the doors locked, two guards inside with her silent as she sat on the floor and bathed in the dark side, helping to calm herself. But calmness was the last thing on her mind as she thought of the terrifying encounter, the helplessness she felt. The Sith Lord only felt anger in the early stages of her meditation. The need to crush the creature that dared to damage her immaculate complexion. Sure she could cover it with makeup but it would always be there as a mark of the encounter. She still hadn’t figured out exactly what the being was, though she decided that its origin was on the dark side of the Force, perhaps a result of Nyiss or a sick game created by her. If she was able to get her hands on the beast then she would personally watch it suffer before her, drain every drop of blood from it if there was any inside of it. There would have been none when she was finished. Once she had received word from one her servants she had exited her room, the meditation complete. She had simply asked to be alerted when one of the Jedi was returned to the cells, the young Jedi the two girls were smitten over, Xid. She had some ideas with what to do with him and the Sith almost laughed out loud at some of the thoughts she had, perfect little thoughts where her manicured claws were dug into all the right places. She had quietly walked to the Jedi prisoner sector, a small group of guards behind her. She would not allow herself to get ganged up upon by the captives like another idiotic lord had done just before. She came around the corner right as a lift came open which caused her to pause in stride, the guards doing the same behind her. Jayda and Zanna, with their own six troopers, had finished delivering the Jedi prisoners and were coming down the lift. The box smoothly moved downward causing the Zabrak to press against the wall tightly while she waited out the ride. Her breathing shallow and quiet, uneased by the tight space. There was too many people in the small area which only helped in pushing her to a corner. Her eyes flickered between the bodies until they started to file out. Zanna and her were among the last before they came face to face with another Sith, her purple eyes darted down for a moment and avoided eye contact in a submissive posture. Something screamed for her to be careful inside her instinct but what it was, she wasn’t sure. The person before her had the same icy chill causing her hair to send on end while she side stepped to allow the Sith through. Vivithe glanced at the two Sith as they exited the lift, a look of surprise on her face for a moment. She had met one of them before, the red Sith, Zanna, but hadn’t yet met the other one, Jayda, Lord Sish’s abused apprentice. She finally had the opportunity to do so without the apprentice’s beastial master around. A better situation as she wouldn’t have to be wary of Sish snapping on her at a moment’s notice. “Hello Zanna, and you’re Jayda. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” Vivithe spoke as she glanced at each of the Sith. Jayda stood perfectly still, a little more than she would’ve liked. As she heard the Sith Lord speak, she could feel the sensation of being observed a bit. Briefly her eyes flickered toward Zanna, a minor questioning look, when the apprentice’s name was spoken and quickly placed them back to the floor. The only thing on her mind was being careful followed by a desire to escape. The last instinct, as strong as it was, was crashed down to prevent her haste and possibly gain this Sith’s unwelcomed wrathed. If she was anything like Sish, Jayda doubted she would make it away unscratched. Inhaling slowly she replied. “Yes, it is.” She knew there should’ve been more to say but her tongue thickened in her throat. Saying too much was just as bad as saying too light, her mind seeking a way to get by. Zanna smiled at the Lord, not even giving Jayda’s sudden change in personality a glance. The Zabrak clearly knew they were in the presence of a much stronger predator. She gave a slight bow, speaking carefully. “Hello again, Lady Lansha. Jayda, this is Vivithe Lansha, a Lord though she prefers the title Lady. I assume you’re here for prisoners, My Lady? They should be easily collected. Apparently, Lord Sish recently went in and they fought against him. Things got so bad that the riot system needed to be activated, and apparently several of the Jedi were injured.” “Lord Sish himself got caught in the gas, and was taken to Nyiss’s quarters. Jayda and I were on our way to the camera room ourselves to see who Sish was grabbing to draw such violent resistance from the Jedi, and what they did to force the Darth to such...extreme measures. With any luck, we’ll be able to isolate and draw out some of the Jedi who are quick to jump to their allies aid. Who knows? Maybe we’ll find something we’ll be able to truly manipulate. After all, it must have been something considerable to cause such drastic measures.” Zanna shrugged. “Or perhaps they were merely testing their chances against only one of us. Unfortunately for them, that one was Lord Sish. If you’ll excuse us, My Lady.” Zanna attempted to step past Lansha. “They did indeed resist, dear. Lord Sish is very direct with his methods, he underestimated a group of desperate captives. He came for the little Twi’lek, one of the others didn’t like that, from there the dramatic events just came one after another,” Vivithe said as she stepped aside to allow Zanna past her. “I saw the whole incident. Where were you two during it? I would’ve figured the apprentice of Lord Sish would have sensed something and came rushing to see what was going on.” She added, one eyebrow raised at Jayda. Jayda listened as Zanna explained more, causing the Zabrak’s jawline to tense briefly in a nervous gesture. Her eyes followed the Red Sith for a moment, to see her clear the Lord, then was asked a question about her whereabouts. She spotted Zanna shaking her head in warning slightly and for once, felt a tightening in own her twin hearts. Jayda closed her eyes for a moment delaying the reply a second longer before she spoke. “I was occupied with assigned tasks from Sish. He did mention he would make me stronger if I followed him.” It was the closest to the truth Jayda would come, her voice trying to mingle the lie with her recollection of Sish’s ill fated promises and aid to allow her to kill him one day. She chose her words very carefully while knowing if Lady Lansha asked him, the Lizard might end up furthering the lie then approach her later about it. At least, she hoped. She hadn’t dared to move until the Lord was allowing her leave though Lansha had moved to the side and allowed them through. Her mind wasn’t willing to accept the Lord wasn’t at all like Sish since he was the only one Jayda had known for the last eight years. In ways she rather she didn’t. “Hmm, I see. It is really none of my business what a master and his apprentice do but it is peculiar to me that you didn’t abandon your task once you felt Lord Sish’s frustration.” Vivithe replied, her arms folded in front of her, her expression plain, though she held back a smirk at the girl’s reply to her inquiry. There was a connection between a master and apprentice, the girl should have sensed what the lizard was going through during the incident. She paused before she spoke again to Jayda. “Are you afraid of your master?” She asked, both eyes on Jayda as she awaited a reply, though she knew the real answer. Zanna, from her position behind Vivithe, put a finger to her lips and shook her head, hopefully encouraging Jayda to not reply. “I’m afraid Jayda can’t properly answer your question, My Lady.” Zanna spoke up, moving so that she was within Vivithe’s eyesight once more. “As you may remember from our conversation this morning, Lord Sish is a particularly brutal teacher. His lessons are harsh and memorable.” She gave a wry smile, and gestured to her newest scar. “Jayda’s recent ‘lesson’ was ruthlessly cruel and it came after the assault on the temple. Of which she participated in Darth Malgus’ frontal assault. She lost a lot of blood, and Sish scarred her even more, perhaps giving her a minor concussion. That, I suspect, is why she didn’t run to her master’s aid. Her thinking and reaction times are slow, her body barely starting to recover from the damage done by the Jedi and Lord Sish.” “As for fear, have you ever seen a beast after a particularly bad beating by its master? It will be terrified of the beastmaster, cowering away. But that will pass, soon forgotten, and the beast will return to it’s normal state. The same thing can be applied here. While I still view Lord Sish as a barbaric lizard fit only for combat and whose purpose on this ship is a mystery, I am afraid of him. After all, the last time I got to close to him he gave me my latest scar. I imagine Jayda is in the same state. Wary after a ‘lesson.’ Couple that with her wounds, she can’t give you a proper answer. Didn’t you see how she hesitated before answering you, her eyes closing? She had to gather her thoughts for a simple question. Something she was doing mere moments before she understood that her master was in distress. So, if you’ll forgive us My Lady, we have to leave your presence. Jayda needs her rest, after we view the video feed ourselves, and I need to train her for the day. We have an agreement. I will help her with the Force and she will help me with lightsaber combat.” Zanna gave a crooked smile. “As you may have noticed, Lord Sish is a great combatant, but the finer ways of the Force escape him.” There wasn’t a word in agreement or denial over Zanna’s words from Jayda, her purple eyes still lowered to avoid the Lord’s eyes. Even she wasn’t stupid enough to ignore aid in a situation that could quickly become dangerous. The fact this whole ship was out of her comfort zone was proof of that. At least Sish was predictable in his violence and the apprentices were closer to her power level, some even easier to kill if she had to survive. Lords… if they were even close to Sish’s level, her life would’ve ended in less time it took for Sish to flay her alive. In some cases, his methods would’ve likely been a blessing in comparison. Jayda swallowed the saliva collecting in her mouth then nodded in agreement. “It is best not to upset one’s master in the end or the punishment could be severe. Especially in Sish’s case, his method are more… claws on. He doesn’t take failure in his apprentices very well and I much rather not fail him again.” Jayda tried her hardest not let the bitter lie cause her face to scrunch up, her nervous all too clear though it wasn’t because of Sish. “May I leave, Lady Lansha? I rather he not return and not find me where he expects me, his orders were very clear.” She paused and waited for the answer that might release her. Vivithe almost rolled her eyes as she listened to Zanna’s rambling interruption. She had half the mind to turn and silence the red Sith mid ramble but decided not to. The Sith Lady’s face turned into a frown as she turned her head to glare at Zanna, her eyes visible in the lit room despite her raised hood. “You let this red Sith speak for you as if you are unable to, like a close friend would do. In all my years I have very rarely seen any genuine friendships within our Order. Everyone in the Order is seeking of a way to continue climbing up it. If I were not a more composed Lady of the Sith then I might have taken other action at such a display.” Vivithe said as she looked right at Jayda, daggers in her eyes. “Perhaps think over your ‘friends’ on this vessel. They could be an undoing.” Vivithe added, then glanced at each of the Sith before she spoke again. “Both of you can go.” Zanna blinked in genuine surprise, refusing to flinch at the glare. “Friends, my Lady? Where would you get an odd idea like that from? We are assets to each other, nothing more. She needs me for my Force Skills. I need her for her lightsaber abilities. I answer for her because she can’t, and because I do not want to have my asset destroyed because her master’s methods are brutal and her thinking isn’t clear. Good luck with your prisoner, My Lady.” She gave another slight bow, before turning on her heel and leaving. [i]*Nesvanis dziaronira .[/i] She thought, keeping her emotions carefully smothered. She couldn’t deal with Lady Lansha. Yet. Jayda hated depending on Zanna as she eyed the Red Sith leaving, her head bowed respectfully then moved cautiously past Lady Lansha. Her neck hairs standing on edge at the closeness of danger causing her pace to quicken her movement. She knew she looked ignorant and likely nothing more than a follower, but at least she was alive. Her anxiety started to fade the farther away she became, keeping within the other apprentice’s wake. Lady Lansha shook her head as both of the Sith slivered away from her. She would deal with them both later, separate each one then really interact with them. Zanna was playing the poor Zabrak girl like a musical instrument, she had no doubt in her mind that there was some greater plot she was thinking of, there always was with red Sith. She took a deep breath, calmed herself then turned and entered another room, the one that contained the prisoner she was looking for. “Xid, please come along with me.” Vivithe said to the boy, the group of soldiers behind her ready to go to action if any of the Jedi tried anything, the Sith Lord herself ready too. *Filthy bitch [hr] [center]~|Day 2, 11:53 - 11:55 GST|~ ~|Aboard the Kaggath, Prison Complex|~[/center] Denso grunted as he was pushed into the room alongside the other prisoners. As he turned to say something to the masked guards that placed him in the room he noted they were gone as quickly as they had entered the room. He heard someone speak to him, and faced them, it was a woman, a Cathar, one that he hadn't seen before like all the other prisoners that he wasn't dragged into the cells alongside. His first thoughts upon seeing her were curiosity about how many Jedi prisoners there actually were on the ship. "Hello, who are you? How many of us captives are there, do you know?" Denso asked as he stood up and glanced around the room, his eyes on the bunks and lack of a prisoney feel that the place he was previously incarcerated at had. Also actual beds, in the last place the captors had just tossed him onto the cold floor to sleep in another method to try to break him. It was odd, he expected it to be similar to the last but it was not. No screams of torture echoed through the halls. He rose a hand up towards his bent nose, grimacing in pain as he felt the cut on the bridge. "There are others, right?" He asked Canisha.