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~|Corr, Koren and Jayda, Torture Room and Prison|~[/center]

The ache in Jayda’s body had long since numbed, either healed or worked so much she couldn’t feel the damage her movement was doing, as she skirted along the corridors. Her boots made a light thump with each step while she aimless ambled through them. It didn’t help she lacked familiarity and so one of the paths she was currently happened to lead her back to the place she disliked the most. At least, she blamed the lacking sense of direction. Deep down, she knew there was idle and unacknowledged thoughts which only one other person could answer. A prisoner by the name of Nazca. 

Jayda huffed quietly under her breath, clearing her discomfort. [i]Why couldn’t the world be simple?[/i] A question she had asked herself over and over, without any real progress in the answer. Shortly she found herself stalled at the lift just when Corr and prisoner appeared in the opening door, her eyebrow arched in question before it dissolved. Her jawline tightened in disapproval though she didn’t say a word, fully submitting that maybe Corr and Sish had more in common than she originally assumed. It made sense after all. 

“That didn’t take you long to follow Sish’s orders.” She spoke in a bland tone, empty of any hint of her current irritation.    

Corr shrugged and said simply “What can I say? I’m a go-getter. Jayda this is….uh, what’s your name again?” Corr could briefly remember the jedi telling him his name, but he couldn’t seem to recall what it was. Maybe he should start listening more when prisoners speak.

“I’ve already introduced myself to you, you should take a lesson from that. It’s bad manners to need to ask for someone's name when they’ve already given it to you.” He merely shook his head in mock disappointment. He then offered his hand, in distinct kindness and politeness to the Zabrak standing in their way speaking with his current captor.

“Koren Omi-Ren, Jedi Watchman at your service. If this Sish is the trandoshan whom I fought on Coruscant, next time you see him could you kindly ask how his eye is doing?” He flashed a smile at the Zabrak.

Jayda bit her lip but didn’t take his hand, wishing he hadn’t told her his name. It things more difficult as now she had a name to the ‘object’ which no longer made the Jedi objective, but subjective in her mind and harder to swallow her disgust when she tortured them. She closed her eyes a moment to clear away the anger of her situation from her mind, trying not to think of her father, before she then spoke. “So, you took his eye and likely involved in the earlier riot within the prison?” 

She kept her tone cold, putting a wall, and opened her eyes to examine the man in front of her. He was also the Jedi she noted was holding back when it came to climbing out of the pit within the arena. Mentally, it surfaced to mention this to see his reaction but she decided to wait. “You really shouldn’t be so friendly to those who currently are assigned to turn or kill you should you prove unable to be useful.” 
Corr raised an eyebrow, sensing something off about the Zabrak. At this last statement, Corr smiled and put an arm around Koren “I don’t know, I find it kind of enjoyable. We need to keep our spirits up in these trying times.” He laughed cruelly and noticing Jayda was in the way, he said “If you would move, I have business to attend to. Unless of course, you would like to join?” He thought about the strange sense she had given off, and wondered if she would deny his offer.

Koren tucked below Corrs arm, moving the best he could to face him. “Actually-” He addressed this to both Corr and Jayda. “There is nothing wrong with being polite. Different ideologies are no way to hate one another. After-all we aren’t the only two organisations to utilize the Force in the Galaxy are we? We seem to get along with the others alright.” He flashed them a smile.

“However, Corr, I must say you are being awfully friendly for someone who doesn’t even remember a name. I wonder just how much you would remember if you did somehow manage to get me to spill my guts. Perhaps I could suggest some memory exercises instead?” He threw a friendly wink at Jayda. “I must say Sabacc, Pazaak or even holo-chess would be a good use of your time with me.”

“Considering the Sith blew up your temple, captured you and who knows what else the Darth is intending for you and your comrades. I think the evidence screams differently. Why else would they’ve gone through the trouble if there wasn’t any bad blood between the Sith and Jedi over the details? So your statement isn’t exactly correct.” Jayda commented, her eyes turned to Corr as she noted the mockery in the action. She then added in a slight curious tone. “Depends, are you like Sish and going to mangle the prisoners? I believe the Darth, and even Sish reminded you, that there is certain rules that aren’t allowed? Carry them too far, you could kill him…” 

The mention of memory was noted, though she wasn’t keen on mentioning her knowledge of them. Even worse, it bothered her to hear about them from a Jedi and Sish’s accusation rippled in her thoughts causing a bit of anxiety to rise in her hearts. Slowly, she stepped to the side to lean against the wall and allow Corr and Koren, her mind now unable to pry the name from the man, through. 

“Let’s hope you’re not as reckless as the Lizard because you two seem to show more and more in common the more I see you.”  

Corr just smiled and patted Koren’s shoulder as he said “Oh trust me, my dear Jedi, I remember what counts.” He had to silently commend Koren for being so cocky in the face of pain and possible dismemberment, though it did slightly irritate Corr. No matter, he would soon change his tune. He turned to Jayda at her warnings and said “I am in the business of extracting information and investigation, so I know prisoners are more useful alive than dead, do not worry.” Corr silently wondered if she was informing for his sake or for the Jedi’s. She seemed rather reluctant to let them pass and when the Jedi revealed his name, he sensed her brief anxiety. Corr’s eyes narrowed slightly as he thought about this and he moved forward, putting his hands behind his back as he walked past Jayda. He made his way down the stairs from the lift and turned into the hall, walking towards the torture room, his footsteps echoing along with the others. He stopped in front of the torture room door and waved his hand, the force opening it. He stepped to the side, waiting for the others to enter.

There was a sense of conflict within the Zabrak, and at the mention of memory a spike of anxiety. Had he been in a better state he may have pressed to find the root of it, as it was however he was a prisoner and he also was not alone with her. Though she seemed far more willing to participate in civilized conversation than the Sith. So he would focus his attention on her for the moment, the brains of the operation and maybe even the heart… or twin heart if you wanted to be specific. Depending on her particular subspecies. 

“There is bad blood, yes. Conflict in opinions is all. You know what though? This fight has went on for thousands of years. In the end the Galaxy will have lost both orders and thousands of lives. I ask, what is so worth the death of billions of innocent beings throughout the Galaxy?” He nodded as he followed Corr, leaving her to think on that as they entered the room.

“Though I suppose I’m here to answer your questions.”

Jayda had a feeling the man was likely to be killed within the first hour if his attitude and relax nature was any indications. Her intelligence screamed to leave the pair to their task, instead of getting involved. Despite this wise advice, she knew at some point Sish was going to push her into torturing the Jedi whether she wanted to or not. Submitting to her least favorite idea, she twisted around in place to follow the pair a fair few steps behind like a silent shadow. 

“That might be so, but it clearly wasn’t a minor thing.” Jayda retorted, noted Corr was heading to the training area designed for the Sith. She stood at the side, a spectator to the events about to occur. 

Corr watched as Koren entered the room, the troopers flanking them staying on either side of the door. There was a chair in the middle of the room, chains towards the back, and tools that would make Sish squeal in delight lining the walls. He looked at Koren and studied him, wondering how he could break a man like this. Cocky, polite, thinks his only disadvantage is not knowing a name. Corr decided it would be best to cover a physical basis, to see his tolerance to pain. He turned towards the walls, his eyes scanning the various devices silently. None of these tools, while efficient, could convey the true power of the dark side to this Jedi. Corr decided he would have to go with a favorite of his. He suddenly and viciously turned to Koren, pouring all of his anger and hate into his concentration. His father, for ignoring his presence save for one time and that time was to gloat and be disappointed. The Jedi, for spreading weakness through the galaxy and having a detestable air of smugness. And this Jedi, assuming he was better than Corr, an assumption which will soon prove false.

Corr let out a blast of electricity from his fingers, the crackling spears heading right towards Koren. 

Korens touch on Tutanimis was no more than the basics in the sense of ‘this blaster bolt will not kill you but it will if you don’t receive medical attention’ and kind of regretted going on to learn to make illusions instead of advancing his study in this field more. There was a little note to self here, but in the end hindsight was a wonderful thing. Without a second thought he decided on a course of action, albeit it wasn’t the option he liked the most but he would prefer not to be hit by lightning. Having sensed and opening with, and not wanting to anger, the Zabrak he resorted to grabbing both the troopers in the Force.

He then pulled them in, as he himself took a step backwards. The two of them were hit by the lightning, their armour would prevent any permanent damage thankfully. As they fell Koren without paying any attention to the Sith kept his hold on them as he lowered them gently to the ground. No need to add insult to injury after all.

He looked down at the two troopers. “I am sorry-” He then turned to look up at Corr. “-You know. That one is on you, and with all the trouble Sith have been getting the guards into so far… I don’t think either of them are going to thank you for it later.”

Jayda held back a soft laugh in her throat. She was leaning against the wall and positioned her body comfortably, eyeing the scene unfold. Corr decided to attempt a cheap shot which didn’t work well in his favor, a fact the Jedi was able to move and use his force was an obvious obstacle. It was careless on his part as she shook her head then spoke. 

“Not bad for a Jedi, through wouldn’t moving be less… harmful in general?”   

Corr growled as he saw the Jedi use the troopers as a shield. He thrust out his hands, grabbing the troopers with the force and shoving them to the side, sending both of them tumbling toward the walls. “Indeed, most impressive. But those troopers have little in the way of defense against the force, as Jedi never attempt to delve into their minds as a Sith does. I wonder, if you have the same issue.” The troopers now out of the way, Corr shot his hand out into a clawed formation, forming a hand of anger with the force, it’s fingers closing towards Koren’s neck. Corr felt the boundaries of the Jedi’s mind and will and used his own to smash against them, attempting to break through and hold the jedi in his iron grip.

Koren outstretched his hands, one to either side as the troopers went tumbling towards the wall slowing them down to prevent further injury. Before Corr had a chance to make his next move Koren instead responded to Jayda. “Except I didn’t really have maneuvering room, or a way to quickly knock them out and get them out of the way. Your friend here did all the work for me-” As Corr then walked towards him and shot his hand out Koren could feel his throat begin to contract the Force to push back before moving into a roll over his left knee.

Coming out of the roll he stretched his hand to one of the troopers blasters, which then flew directly into his hand. Letting loose a couple of bolts towards the Red Sith, which he would no doubt block, he then winked at Jayda and then dropped the blaster, standing up again as he finished. “I hate to make you look bad on front of your fellow Sith here Corr, but come on. You need to bring your A-Game.”

Jayda looked to Corr, part of her not caring, as she considered getting involved. She weighed the reasons and options, feeling disappointment at Corr’s performance. In reality the Jedi was making the situation harder in the end as either Sish or the apprentice would end up tearing him up. Already less than a minute in and things had already escalated to a point she felt needed to be contained. 

Casually she slid off the wall, ignoring her still healing wounds, and spoke in a firm voice. “Corr, restrain the Jedi or I will. I don’t like being forced to clean up messes.” 

Thankfully none of the blaster shots came her way but that didn’t make her any less tense, expecting one shot to at least graze the stupid apprentice. She took one step toward the Jedi to make her threat more clear to the male Red Sith, hoping he would be more clever with his tactics then brazenly act like Sish. It was doable for him since physically he was more powerful but for an apprentice, namely him and her, it was less plausible without years of development.  

Corr ignited his lightsaber and swiftly deflected two of the blasts, the third he tilted to the side the heat from the bolt searing the fabric of his clothing. He used the force to lift up the blasters, bringing them towards him as he sliced upward, destroying them and letting them clatter to the ground. “Faith Jayda, you must have faith. Though he is a slippery one.” Corr used the force to grab the troopers by his feet and slid him towards himself. He stepped over them and de-ignited his lightsaber. “I am becoming less patient with you, Jedi. So in order to avoid any further complications, answer me this. Where are the hidden Jedi enclaves. As I’m sure you know, we’ve destroyed a number of them in this war. But there are still a few that eludes that need...tying up.” Corr took another step forward and let his dark presence radiate off him through the force, waiting for an answer. 

Koren merely shrugged as he walked his way to the chair, giving Jayda a polite nod as he did so. He didn’t strap himself in but he was seated. It was strange really, being on the other side of the interrogation for once. Though he knew for a fact the Sith were more willing to resort to… more painful methods of interrogation than he had ever used it was also important that he remain in control of the conversation, be it through cockiness and quick wit or actual intellectual conversation.

The first was more fun, but not always practical. “I am a Jedi Watchman my fellow, I am given a world to watch over. I look for potential candidates to become Jedi and I help keep peace and order on said planet. Think of me like a fancy police officer, my fallback location in the event off a major attack on the world I am stationed on is Coruscant. I know a handful of other temples at best, and none of them are exactly secrets.-” He crossed his legs but then leaned forward as he had a sudden realization. “-Also in the course of my duties I do not learn any Republic military protocols or tactics, nor do I know any secret codes or secret bases.” He leaned back in the chair again.

“Sorry.”

If it wasn’t for the fact Corr and Koren could easily see her, Jayda would’ve smacked her face with her palm. This dialogue was reminding her more and more of Jakali, who was killed by Sish, causing her to mentally groan. It seemed she wouldn’t have to kill him after all as when Sish learned this, a fact she was going to make sure, Corr might end getting a lesson in how to control a Jedi and not one he would enjoy. 

The Jedi’s reaction surprised her when he shrugged and willingly decided to sit in the chair, going through with the interrogation. If it could be called that. Through it saved her a lot of trouble, personally. She still wasn’t up to her best and fighting the Jedi would’ve ended up causing her more damage, slowing her recovery time. Sish would not like her being put on the sidelines for very long, something she didn’t like herself, while she merely watched Koren settle in. He began without a problem into giving the information he felt was necessary and what she suspected was harmless toward the Republic or the Jedi order. 

“Surprised you actually cooperated, Jedi.” Her body trailed back to lean against the wall, relaxing as she considered calling a medical staff to retrieve the fallen troopers. At least the blasters were destroyed enough they wouldn’t fire off any unexpected shots, she mused inwardly. She turned to Corr, and added. “Maybe politeness has its perks with this one? As for Faith, show me a reason to have it and you will.”    

Corr studied Koren as he sat in the chair and Corr thought about locking the restraints in, but he figured it would be too much trouble and he didn’t fancy the slippery little bastard making him seem like a fool with that too. Corr listened as he paced in front of the Jedi. He had an irritating feeling that he was telling the truth. He thought silently as the Jedi finished talking.

 A watchman, assigned to a planet. No knowledge of other bases. Of course not, Corr doubted the Jedi masters would leave such an important piece of information with him. Especially if, as this watchman, he never left the planet. But then again...Corr could tell force would not win this Jedi over, which annoyed him to no end. 

He went over to the wall intercom and mashed down on the button “Send some troopers to Interrogation Room 1 and a medic.” 

He turned back to Koren with an irritated look. “Very well Jedi, I’ll believe you for now. Though I would love to sit here and play Pazaak with you or whatever foolish game you play, I’m afraid I simply don’t have the time.” Corr so wanted to leave Koren with a scar, but that would do nothing but prevent any further information. 

Koren raised his hands in an exaggerated shrug. “We’re all sentient beings here. All just doing the work for the benefit of the Galaxy. There’s no reason to dislike eachother simply over a difference in belief. As I said, it doesn’t get us anywhere.” He turned to face Corr.

“I’ll be honest with you, Pazaak isn’t my game of choice. Now Sabacc, that’s a card game. Truly entertaining.”

Jayda spoke to Corr first, tempted to rile him up, but resisted as she decided to remind him about Sish. “What was the point of taking him at all? That will be Sish’s first question and a wrong answer will give you a ‘lesson’.” 

She considered showing him what to expect, but she was sure from their last order Corr could figure it out himself. Sish was cruel and sadistic, a fact that no Jedi or Sith could deny. Her attention turned back to Koren with a simple head turn then continued the conversation. “It’s the nature of all living creatures to fear and hate what they don’t understand. So while you might believe you’re making a positive point, it doesn’t change the fact it will always happen and nothing changes that. Besides, isn’t there something in your code or teachings to prevent working with Sith?” 

Her tone was a bit arrogant, her tone hard and sharp in thought over the fact her father might’ve been a Jedi like the one before her. It too much to believe or accept. Her fingers instinctively tightened when she crossed over her arms on her chest, listening for the Jedi’s answer.   

“There is nothing in the code that prevents me from co-operating no. For as long as the co-operation does not endanger the lives of anyone else or their belief systems.” He eyed her with curiosity. “What many Jedi and Sith fail to understand that our roots are connected, and that several hundred if not thousands of years ago our paths separated into two. Since then the Jedi and the Sith, Empire and the Republic have fought dozens of times. Millions have died in the crossfire or for a cause they truly don’t understand.”

He leaned forward, he grabbed the front of the arms of the chairs as he leaned forward to prevent him from straining his back. “Perhaps I am being polite in the hope that this war will end, and end in such a way that will allow peace and freedom to once again become commonplace throughout the Galaxy. “ He leaned back in his chair again. “Though I may just be an idealist, but while the Republic-”

[i]Who betrayed me, who left me abandoned and to burn and die on a world that had provided them aid through this war and all those before-[/i]

“-Is not perfect. The Empire is not much better, and so-” He pointed between him and Corr. “-The two sides end up fighting.”

Corr leaned against the wall casually as he listened to Jayda before replying “As I’m sure you’ll learn, I rarely do anything without a reason. And even though our Jedi friend had no information considering the war, he has already told me much.” 

He listened to Koren speak, he thought about his words. It was true, the origins of the Sith were Jedi who rejected their weak teachings and broke off. But it was also an idealistic hope that the war would end peacefully. “I’m afraid your breath is wasted, for one side cannot peacefully exist without the destruction of the other. And from where I’m standing, that is the republic and the Jedi. So in the end, you have two options. Join or Die.” Corr stated simply.

 “Whether you will cling to your weak beliefs is entirely up to you. Well, until it isn’t.” Corr allowed himself a chuckle as he heard a knock on the door and he mashed the button, the door sliding open to reveal two sith troopers and a medic, who saw the fallen troopers and exclaimed “What the hell happened!?” as he rushed in. 

“I’m afraid these troopers got caught off guard, I would advise their sergeant be notified about their lack of awareness so it does not happen again.” The medic looked at Corr, though Corr could not tell his expression through the helmet, he could sense he was upset. Corr turned to the other trooper, “Soldier, help the medic take these two to the medbay.”

 The trooper smartly saluted and stepped inside, grabbing the other trooper and dragging him out, the medic not far behind. Corr turned back towards Koren and said “I’ll escort you with this trooper back to the prison. Jayda, would you like to tag along?”

“I sadly don’t know much about the Jedi. Only about as much as I do about the Sith, save what Sish has manage to teach me and that was mostly pain, suffering and the strong survive. It’s the only way you can survive in this world as the weak will die eventually.” It hurt her saying those words, her mind shifting to her brother’s memory, and eyes seemed to soften by a source not stemming from the two. Her breathing inhaled while she followed up with more information. 

“I can’t say the same about the Republic as I have the same basic knowledge due to being born on Iridonia. It was Republic aligned after all.” Jayda honestly replied to the Jedi, seeing little gain in being a liar. Through it bothered her greatly that her own father hid them from the Jedi, especially after what Koren said. It made little sense why now as her mind was filling up with new questions and no answers to satisfy her. No way to gain them in this situation either.

Part of the Zabrak was concern she was over analyzing everything and too desperate to fill in the blank left behind. 

She turned to Corr as he replied in a soft, scoffing tone. “So far, I don’t see anything useful coming from this scene...” 

[i]...save for you looking like a fool.[/i] Jayda finished in her mind. Nevertheless, she didn’t intend to let her guard down due to her paranoid nature at being on the ship. She considered talking with the Jedi later when she wasn’t being watched like a mouse under a cat’s eye by either Sish or Corr. So far she had managed to avoid torturing the Jedi and if she was clever, she would continue until the end of this horrible trip. Sish couldn’t force her to hurt the Jedi if there no more left after all and their trip was over. Noting Corr hadn’t denied the origin story the Jedi uttered, she was slightly curious about it and mentally noted asking Zanna later over it. Maybe. 

Her head jerked at the sound of the trooper’s knocking, her keen ears catching their sounds for a moment then discarded them quickly. She knew the source which made them unimportant. She wasn’t surprised at the medic’s reply naturally, holding back her correction on Corr’s account of the event and wisely kept her trap shut. Sish would likely view the tapes later and react rather violently for it. When he asked her to come along, she closed her eyes as if to ponder it a moment. 

In truth she already made her decision when she watched the interrogation. “Very well.” 

Starting to move, she immediately paused then looked back to Koren. Her eyes moved to study him and focused, choosing her words wisely when she spoke. She wasn’t expecting the Jedi to fully understand her. After all, he didn’t know she viewed his escape from the arena through the security cameras. “You did better than Nazca at least, but I might suggest you not hold back on this ship. It won’t help you much in surviving here. Much less your allies’ lives, and even Jedi can feel guilt for a short time.” 

Koren looked at the guards as they entered, “You can apologise to them for me. Though their armour is much more attuned to protect their bodies from electrical sources than my robes. I wish them a speedy recovery.” With that he turned back to look at Corr. Eying him for a moment as he did so, weighing his words on the tip of his tongue before he bothered speaking them.

“I do not fear death, the only thing I fear is that this war continues and it pains me more than any physical damage you could do to know that you feel this war can only be won through violence. “ He bowed his head to Corr as he stood up. He then turned his attention to Jayda. She, of the two, appeared far more reasonable. At least as far as his current experience went that is the conclusion he reached in any case, from limited exposure. She could be worse than Corr for all he knew, playing the long game. 

Still, risks had to be taken sometimes. “At any point, should you be interested in learning more about the Jedi I would be willing to enlighten you. Though know that this offer will only remain as long as your questions do not turn to anything that could be used to possibly turn any of my younger kin, as for Nazca-” He laughed, it wasn’t a fake laugh, but a good natural hardy laugh. “-You have to admit, while she may not be much of a Jedi yet she surely has fire in her heart and a good healthy spirit. Also-” He flashed her a coy smile. “-Who said I was holding back and it wasn’t part of the plan?” 

He stood up and walked to the now open door where the trooper and Corr waited for them, saying no more. He’d let her think on that.

“War is always filled with violence, that’s why it’s so disliked.”  Jayda stated calmly, her thoughts returned to the effects of the war and those she cared being thankfully not apart of it anymore. Well, most ot them she thought bitterly when she recalled Vebra’s alliance and choice. “And as  kind as that offer might be, I may, merely to see if those Jedi morals remain during this trip. I’m sure you sensed the thickness of the atmosphere here and I don’t need to say anymore.”  

Her thoughts lingered on Nazca as her spirit felt a respect and kindred toward her mainly since they were both survivors. Her tone held a hint of her thoughts in her reply.  “She’s a survivor, what else would you expect?” 

She remained at the side as Koren walked toward the door, then waited for Corr which allowed her one last comment. “Your actions speak louder than words so I thought I would give a suggestion. Remember that it could end up deciding if your friends live or not, and if you get to see them suffer while it happens. Don’t say I never made the warning clear.”   

Koren turned to the Zabrak with a pensive look. “If you are going to cause pain, you will cause pain no matter what information I disclose. While you, or another Sith, may offer to stop should I disclose some valuable information is not important. Any pain inflicted will be on my conscious, for all Jedi are willing to make the sacrifice for the benefit of all other beings within the Galaxy. If a Sith is to cause pain to someone they cannot do it in my name, and even then I cannot disclose information that I do not have.”

He shrugged as he entered the turbolift to the prison and bowed at his two Sith captors. “This turbolift only goes to the prison block, I am sure you have other duties to attend to. If don’t trust me to go to the right place then by all means, wait here or come with me. However, I wouldn’t want to waste your [i]valuable[/i] time.”

Corr entered the turbolift silently, listening to Koren and Jayda. He mashed the turbolift button and waited as it erupted to life. Whether or not Jayda realized it, the Jedi had given them information through his actions in the room. And he intended to exploit them. Lord Sish would want to hear about it, of that, Corr was sure.

“I think it’s best if one of us does, else it would be hard to explain. You likely understand how Sith work so I don’t need to explain the details.” Jayda stated as she leaned back against the turbolift, her eyes staring forward and looking inattentive. Granted her own knowledge was more lacking but even she knew an unescorted prisoner would bring her more trouble. In a bitter humor, her mind drifted to the young padawan she met earlier and wondered if he would be there. Even worse came the concern about his condition causing her to shudder visibly, shaking off the thought and press her back tighter against the wall. 

When the turbolift started to open, her eyes flickered up and she started to move before Corr could. Her hand darted out to gently give Koren a slight force push with a considerable note of strength. However it wasn’t her full effort or the man would’ve likely been injured. Considering Sish’s experience, she wasn’t too eager to follow his example because of some silly assumption.   

Koren leaned into the push, letting it take him forward and out of the lift. He was kind of tempted to land on his face just in pure spite of Corr. Though decided against it, using the Force and his training he managed to right himself though landed on his left leg harder than he would have liked. A sharp shot of pain travelled up his leg and he winced slightly, though he didn’t really register it until afterwards where he wasn’t really sure if he had winced or not.

He’d rather he hadn’t, or if he had that neither of the Sith had picked up on it. Though sadly if he had winced he was sure they would have picked up on it. He turned around and then offered them both a bow. “It has been my pleasure to educate you both on this occasion. I know that should you have any further questions that you will not hesitate to ask.”

Corr watched as Koren struggled to keep his footing, pushed by Jayda. 

Slowly the Zabrak leaned over near the edge, her feet stepped inches from the edge and studied Koren, her body leaning over to see if her force push had been too much. Wondering if her suspicions were false about the older Jedi holding back, she felt a sudden jerk of the force which sent her sudden out of the door. Her guard was down for a moment and had given Corr an opening he needed to allow him to get a head start. Jayda hissed a curse in Ul'Zabrak as she slammed her fist against the closing gates with a harsh thump, hating herself for letting her guard down.  

He made sure that Jayda and Koren were out of the lift and mashed the button, the turbolift doors sliding shut. It was time to report to Lord Sish.