[center]~| Day 2, 18:42 GST - 19:10 GST |~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, various|~
~|Vivithe and Nazca|~[/center]

Vivithe approached the cells with a smile on her face, this one an expression with sinister plans behind it. The Darth had just made her a happy woman and given her a great honor, she was allowed to end one of the Jedi that was not seen as turnable to their cause. Her plan for this was one that would keep all the other Jedi on the edge, she had noticed that several of them believed they were safe from death aboard the ship. You can’t turn a dead Jedi, it was a comfort they should not have had. Three armed guards followed her as she stepped into the lift.

As the lift reached its destination, Vivithe noticed two of the other Sith already in the cells, along with six guards. The red Sith and Lord Sish’s cowardly apprentice, if they had any intelligence then they would stay out here way. She gave each of them a look, partly of acknowledgement, and partly for them to not get involved in her current business.

Then a moment later, the guards splintered from her, taking a hold of the Jedi she was allowed to execute. The boy put up no resistance, if he did then they would simply drag him out. The Sith Lord found the other Jedi she seeked, the foul mouthed Nazca. Vivithe exited the lift and approached the girl.

“Come with me Jedi, we have business to attend to.” Vivithe said, one hand raised as she used the Force to pull the Jedi towards her, also grabbing her attention instantly.

“Well, I guess she’s not gonna stay for di-Oh what now!?” Nazca complained as yet another Sith approached. This one was new to her. From the way she carried herself (that is, even more arrogant than normal) Nazca guessed she was someone important. The three troopers quickly grabbed Arix, Nazca muttering profanities under her breath and they did so. Her profanities were quickly aired for everyone to hear, however, as she was suddenl dragged through the air towards the Sith Lord (Lady? Lordess? Her Sith ranking system really wasn’t up to snuff)

“Easy, easy, schutta! You should at least take me out to dinner first! Besides, you won’t like me. I’m a biter and I like men.. Go find pretty boy who thinks he’s charming. The one with the scar. You can go fuck him. I’m not interested.”

“I’m afraid he isn’t present on board this vessel anymore, but that doesn’t matter at all to what you and I are going to do, as well as Arix here.” Vivithe replied as she moved back towards the lift, the other Jedi already inside, the trio of guards right behind him. Lady Lansha still had the poor excuse for a Jedi under her control as they both entered the lift.

Nazca perked up. He wasn’t on the ship anymore? Surely the galaxy didn’t let that good of things come to her. “Does that mean he’s dead? Please tell me he’s dead. Bastard deserves to be dead.” She shrugged unapologetically at the Echani. “Sorry. Not the most Jediish Jedi am I?”

She turned her attention back to Vivithe. “Since I assume you’re not going to let us go, what’re your plans? A riveting game of holochess? Card games? I’m good at both you know! Tell you what. If I beat you at either, you give me some information. If you beat me at either, I give you some information! Fair?”

“Perhaps I killed him, Nazca. Or perhaps not. As I said, it does not matter. Your mind should be clear for what is planned for you and Arix.” Vivithe replied, her hands folded over each other as she looked at Nazca. It was promising that she had held a grudge against the other Sith, she may be able to use that to her advantage.

“It will be a game in a certain sense, you’ll see.” She added. The Sith was correct in that regard, as soon as she had been allowed to put her current task into motion she had kicked the pieces in place. Vivithe had to have something specifically made for it, but that was not an issue for a Sith of her importance. The lift stopped and came open as the group exited. The guard trio forcing the Jedi forward as they followed Vivithe.

Nazca quirked an eyebrow at the Sith. “You have me at a disadvantage, Lady Schutta.” She didn’t like the way the Sith was talking. Too much like someone who had others completely in their advantage, and was getting ready to toy with them. She didn’t let the other woman see how much it disturbed her when Lady Schutta said they were going to play a game. She smiled crookedly at the Sith. “Oh? I love games! Is it strip pazaak? We have enough for teams. I’ve always wanted to see how these troopers get out of their armor. I love a man in uniform.” She waggled her eyebrows suggestively at the troopers around her. “Easy boys, easy! No need to be rough!” She chided as they shoved her forward.

“One of you may lose something, but not in the way you’re joking.” Vivithe said as she locked eyes with Nazca, the smile gone, a chilled look of seriousness on her face. They kept walking before coming to a stop in front of a closed door. The girl thought she was funny, she was not like the other Jedi, crude and filthy in the way she swore with an alien tongue. In other words she was perfect for what the Sith had planned.

“Please, let's enter this room.” Vivithe said as the door came open and the whole group entered. It locked behind them, sealing the Jedi inside with the Sith lord and her foul scheme. The room was medium sized, a contraption in the middle, sturdy ropes spun around and down. On each side of the room were thick barrels full of some liquid which stunk of death. It was a disgusting green, bubbling loudly every few seconds. Next to each of the barrels was more rope, enough to tie a full grown person in.

She rose a hand, and behind them one of the guards swung the butt of his rifle into Arix’s head, knocking him out cold. Then two of the soldiers dragged him towards one side of the contraption before they tied the rope tightly around him. Vivithe had looked at Nazca once more, one eyebrow raised.

“Well, it [i]is[/i] a game, would you like to know the details?”

Nazca’s heart began to race as she saw what awaited them in the room. She braced for something to happen (knock out, grabbed and forcibly tied up, something that would make ARix have to save her from the barrels) only to see them knocking out and tying the Echani up. [i]They’re going to kill him.[/i] The thought settled with dread certainty in her mind, weighing like a stone. You didn’t set up all this to merely frighten or maim. 

Her eyes flicked over to Vivithe as she spoke. [i]Fuck you, you bitch.[/i] She didn’t say that, merely smirked at her. “Very well, Lady Schutta. Whats the game? More accurately, how do I lose and what happens when I win?”

“Arix and you will both be tied on each side of this creation. Then you will both be raised about half way above those barrels of corrosive chemicals. The game is yours to be won, you must scale the ropes, with only your own strength you must reach the top. You do that, the other side lowers into the barrel. If you refuse to climb then I raise Arix and lower you into the vat.” Vivithe explained. 

“Consider it like pazaak with cards made from incredibly corrosive acid. The penalty is a very slow, painful death.” The Sith added with a smile like she had just cracked a cruel joke. The other guard then stood behind Nazca, ready to escort her to her side of the game.


Nazca sighed as the game was explained. “Ni or'parguur darjetii.*” She muttered wearily, heading over to the barrel with a rude gesture to Vivithe. She had a reputation to keep up, after all. As she was hoisted above the barrel she gave a crooked, slightly insane, grin towards Vivithe. So this was it. This was how her story ended. She wanted to say she would go unafraid. That she was ready for this. Truth was that she wasn’t. She didn’t want to die. She still hated the Hutts with a passion and wanted to execute everyone of them slowly. [i]Sorry I never quite caught that mercy lesson Koren.[/i] But she didn’t want to fail again more. She wasn’t about to let a life she could have saved die because of her own arrogance or cowardice again. “Aliit ori'shya tl'din** Sith! You might as well start lowering me in, Hut’uun, schutta, whore, slut, shit eater, jendoslu, Fuck face…” Nazca went on like this in a singsong voice, before pausing. 

“Tell me, Lady Schutta, did you know that Trandoshan’s actually enjoy a good game of strip Pazaak? Especially with Wookies involved. Something about beating the wookie scum in every way possible since I wouldn’t let him murder her.”

Vivithe internally sighed, then realized that she had thought this might have occurred. Jedi were selfless idiots, she would just have to teach this one a lesson about life. She did not reply to the girl’s cruel tongue, instead raising both her hands. She started doing as Nazca asked and lowered her towards the vat, then she stopped as she spoke.

“That is a Jedi action from someone who is not the least bit a Jedi. On a place like this one must put themselves over others, always.” Then she forcibly rose Nazca upwards, towards the ceiling, lowering the helpless, unconscious boy towards the acid barrel. A smile on her face as she did so.

Nazca’s first reaction was one of pathetic relief. She wasn’t about to die and lose her chance at vengeance. Not yet at least. What followed next was burning hatred. She had never gotten past her emotions, not truly. They were always there, waiting below the surface. Now hatred, her old friend, came surging to the front. She didn’t scream. She didn’t shout. She didn’t even look at Vivithe. She merely watched as Arix was lowered steadily towards the barrel. 

Her voice was quiet, barely echoing through the chamber as she was raised higher and higher. “Ni mav kyr'amur gar. Ni draar digur.***”

Vivithe used the Force to comprehend Nazca’s speech. The normally alien tongue translated to one she understood, the words made her smile grow more evident. Brilliant, just what she seeked to create within the Jedi. Then she continued on silent with the ‘game’, as she raised Nazca upwards more, Arix now nearly touching the acid, the fumes pouring onto his face. 

“Perhaps you will have that chance, but never with the Jedi. You are too weak, held back by their idiocy.” Lady Lansha said.

“Are you trying to make a deal with me, Lady Schutta?” Nazca replied, glancing over at Vivithe. “If you’re trying to get me to join you, I’ll do it on one very simple condition. He’s returned to the prison chambers. [i]Alive[/i] and in exactly the state you brought him in here. You get to have converted the least Jedi of the Jedi to the Sith, he lives, and I don’t get to be held back anymore. Everyone wins.” She smirked, eyes burning with hatred still. “Right?”

“You’re in a quite precarious position to be making deals, my dear. You are correct that Sith cannot be held back. But, mercy is highly frowned upon by the Sith. It’s a sign of weakness, that one cannot truly embrace the power of the dark side of the Forc-”

“Or it’s a sign of intelligence. Kill him, and I promise you I’ll never join you. I’ll even kill the others before I let you convince them. You kill him, and you ruin any chance of having me join you. Let him live, and you can have me kill him later. Prove my strength, my dedication to the dark side. Or are you so weak in the Dark Side that you’re afraid of trying to turn me, worried that I might turn you, Lady Schutta?” Nazca shrugged in her ropes. “If you want to, you can prove you’re no better than the Trandoshan. I’m sure he’ll approve of stupidity and brutality for no gain. And I’ll still kill you later.” 

“Why do you so desperately wish for him to live? Even if you are speaking the truth, he’d be the first one you strike down if you do follow through with your words,” Vivithe replied, as she seriously considered Nazca’s words, so much so that she had stopped moving either Jedi. There was a chance the foul mouthed girl was lying through her teeth. “Were you ever even a Jedi? I sense the Force within you, but you have yet to even grasp its power.”

Nazca snorted, the motion sending her swinging through the air. “Does being a youngling count? I was in the temple for all of a few weeks before you came along and broke everything. The Force was nothing more than a bunch of mynockshit that the Jedi and the Sith used to excuse their wars when I was on Nar Shadda, then a Jedi saved me form a cage fight and I was swept away to Coruscant.” She spat to the side, resuming her answer. “With your teachings, I assume at least, I’ll be able to strike him down no problem right? This mercy inside of me is something you’ll get rid of. You win. I join the dark side under your teaching, you look good for Nyiss, and he still dies later. I’m already too emotional for a Jedi. How much more pushing do I really need?”

“I cannot return him to the prisoner cells, if I go through with your proposal then he will be isolated from the others in another room, safe and unharmed, fed and nourished until you strike him down.” Vivithe replied. Nazca was an emotional girl she was correct about that. There would be too many variables in place if she returned the Jedi that she was allowed to kill to the cells. 

“If you betray me and refuse to follow my every word with your plan, then I will not deliver you death, I will do much worse than that to you. Death would be too kind in that scenario.” Vivithe added, her counter to Nazca’s words. 

“We have a deal then? He stays alive, isolated, fed and nourished until I kill him, and I join you. If I betray you bad things happen.” Nazca smirked. “Like that wasn’t a given, Lady Schutta.”

“Yes, we have a deal.” Vivithe said, then used the Force to pull both Nazca and the unconscious Jedi towards the sides, safe away from the chemicals. Two of the guards approached the girl and moved to untie her as the third did the same Arix before he dragged him towards Vivithe. She spoke a quiet order to the trooper, he would place the boy in another room, one unknown to the girl or anyone but Vivithe.

“My name is no alien curse, girl, you may call me Lady Lansha. Respect will be shown to me, I do not care if it is to anyone else, but always to me.” The Sith lord stated as she strolled towards the one she was speaking to.

Nazca breathed a sigh of relief as the both of them were put to the side and Arix was taken away. She raised an eyebrow at Vivithe as she approached. “See? Was it that hard to introduce yourself to me, Lady Lansha? A pleasure to meet you…” She, for the second time in at least as many days, stumbled over the word. “..Master.” For some reason it left a fouler taste in her mouth than calling Koren had. Shaking her head, she resumed.  “Before we get on with all the Sithiness, can I get into a shower and some food? You took me away before they were going to feed us….the prisoners, that is.”

“Yes, we cannot have you go hungry. You’re no longer a prisoner of the other Sith. You will be given an opportunity to tidy yourself up then your training will begin. First though, tell me, young one, what is it you desire most? Other than ending my life? You spoke of Nar Shadda and a cage fight. I presume there is more to speak of on the subject of that vile world.” Vivithe said, hoping that she would receive a somewhat honest answer, as she was curious.

Nazca paused for a moment, considering the sith before her. “I desire the destruction of the Hutts. I desire to return to Nar Shadda and burn their empire to the ground around them. I want to take everything they have built, destroy it, and leave nothing of their memory but hushed whispers of a reckoning that shook Nar Shadda to its core. I want vengeance. I want their death.” She smirked again, feeling freer now that she could be perfectly honest with how much of a terrible person she was. 

“To get those things I need power. I’m told you can give it to me.”

Vivithe smirked strongly, very delighted to hear Nazca’s answer, especially since it had to have been the truth. Such anger, such a vision, it was a bold one but admirable if she played her cards right. The Sith lord spoke to the turned woman.

“Yes, you will gain more power than you could ever imagine. The greatest Sith have made the galaxy tremble, the stars bend to their thoughts. Nar Shadda will be ash, the Hutts deserve every ounce of destruction. With the Force empowering you it is all but a certainty. That is a most admirable goal, come, let us move on.” Vivithe said, as the duo departed, the guards staying behind to bring down Vivithe’s contraption.

*I hate Sith
**Family is more than bloodlines
***I will kill you. I never forget.