[center][h3]~| Prisoner Cells, 13th hour |~[/h3][/center]

As the Jedi knight awoke from his unconscious slumber he let out a groan, a pounding headache seemed to reverberate through his skull down to his core. 
He rose a hand to where the ache felt most impactful, as he did he mentally replayed the most recent events. The savage attack on the Jedi Temple, the once proud monument to peace and knowledge now but a besieged wreck. He could almost still smell the smoke emitting from it, the foul stench of burnt corpses. In his ears the ringing of screams continued, they echoed through the halls of the Temple now through his head. He rose his hands to the sides of his head, closed his eyes and fell to the floor in a ball. 

Denso nearly felt himself break into a sweat as it all hit him so hard, reminding him so much of the war. He thought he had escaped the war, thought he had found a hope filled apprentice that he could raise right in the Jedi's honorable ways. His breathing increased as visions of war ricocheted through his mind, mixed with scenes of the temple ablaze with flames and corpses. The guard he had let die, helplessly looking up at him before the monstrous Sith ended him. His heart pounded in his chest and he rolled onto his side. Blaster fire ignited in the confines of his conscious, mixed with screams of young men dying by the dozens.

He was pulled away from the mental assault by a voice ringing through the room. Denso blinked several times, unable to recognize the voice. From what it was stating he put together it was a powerful Sith, he along with a crowd of prisoners and more Sith were in this compound together. He had heard Sith speak many times before, their words were filled with constant deceit. As the speech ended, the doors to the prison opened. In came a red skinned Sith flanked by a group of guards.

The Kiffar was towards the back of the room, still breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his spin. He kept trying to calm his usually stone cold nerves. One deep breath, then another. He tried to meditate upon the light side of the Force, tearing himself away from long dead memories which crawled back to haunt him. His eyes fell upon his Padawan, the young Khan who appeared to be in full health. This fully brought the mentally scarred Knight back to reality. He rose to his feet and approached the boy, then placed a hand upon the apprentice's shoulder, giving a hopeful smirk.
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[center][h3] ~| Lady Vivithe Lansha's personal quarters, 13th hour |~[/h3][/center]

The sunlight shined in through the open window, the wind gently a single leaf off the flowers on a nearby wooden dresser. A lavish bed sat in the center of the room, surrounded by purpled tinted curtains. The room was suitable for a very high class individual, its décor giving off nothing else but that feel. Paintings hung on parts of the wall, each of the artworks were peculiar, some surreal while others were calming. A robed woman lounged on the sofa, a glass of red wine in her hand. The words of Darth Nyiss emitted through the speakers in the facility as Lady Vivithe took a sip of wine. She sat the liquid in her mouth for a moment, feeling its rich taste. As she gulped it down her lipsticked lips closed once more.

She had arrived at the compound alongside the other Sith, Vivithe had made it a priority to get a proper feel of the impressive building. She wondered how much it had all cost, a prison compound on a jungle world filled with lethal wildlife. It was more than just a prison compound though, Sith lived here, as did the imprisoned Jedi. The Darth herself had a private room here, the Maker only knew what that woman was up to. Vivithe admired her, others would find what Nyiss had done as brutal or disturbing, a reaction suited for someone with zero knowledge of the Empire or its affairs with the Republic. 

The Sith Lord took another sip of wine as Nyiss finished her speech, the and the speakers went silent. Vivithe's room was silent other than the sounds of the jungle and the gentle breeze from the outside. She finished her glass of wine gently, like a proper woman would, then set the expensive glassware aside.

The Sith rose to her feet, then started of out of her personal quarters. Her intent being the prisoner's quarters, something in mind as he walked, her doors locking behind her. Sealing the room shut for anyone but herself. Vivithe gently reached for the hood of her robe and lifted it upwards, putting it on. The chessmaster was at play.
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[center][h3]~| Feena, in the jungles surrounding the compound |~
~| 2 hours after Darth Nyiss' announcement |~[/h3][/center]

Tree branches shifted and shook, but only for a few seconds each. A flash of movement dashed between them, speeding at a rapid rate as they raced through the tree tops. One slip would have meant death, but for a Sith it was but a mistake. One branch shattered, then freefell to the forest floor where it impacted hard with a cracking sound, causing wildlife in the direct vicinity to flinch. The near human being dashing through the jungle leaped and landed with a roll across the ground, using the Force to brace his fall. He let out a deep breath, sweat beginning to accumulate. He had discarded his long robe, leaving it back at the facility. It was not ideal for rapid movement training such as this.

As he landed, he kept moving, hearing roars and howls behind him as he sprinted. Daven had been ordered to leave behind his lightsaber for this exercise, and he did as was demanded of him. The apprentice knew of the harrowing dangers of the jungle, the beasts Nyiss had informed them of. He had been told to go into their territory, and disturb them. Make one lap around the compound. If not for his Force training he would have been defenseless. A monstrosity emerged from his right side, a beast of claws and teeth, hunger and rage in its eyes. The creature lunged towards the young Sith, but Daven saw it coming as he jumped upwards, floating above the beast. 

He could practically smell its foul breath, rift with flesh and bone. Daven landed and kept dashing. Trying to keep his stamina up as the predator followed him, he heard its footsteps as it tore through the brush. He was nearly three quarters of the way there. Daven took a sharp turn and lept over a downed tree, the beast did not let up. He heard another set of footsteps then watched as another monstrosity came at him head on. The Sith darted to the side, narrowly avoiding becoming lunch for the beast. He almost smiled as the two creatures lagged behind him and took another turn. 

He kept dashing, then slid along the ground as a downed tree laid above him. Daven slipped underneath it, kicking up dirt as he moved. The two beasts kept up behind him, apparently disregarding each other in favor of the more appetizing prey, him. As the finish line was in sight he burst out from the jungle, turning himself around to face both the creaturs. They too broke from the brush into the clearing and stared him down. He took a combat stance, unarmed and tired from his training. Daven was not finished yet though. It seemed he needed to rid himself of these beasts. 

Both circled him, taking a more cautious approach. He did not let either one escape his field of vision, and kept his body low. As he took another breath the first one lunged, moving at an unnatural speed. The Sith went low, falling to the ground momentarily as the beast skied over him, landing on the other side. Daven rotated around, making sure he had an eye on both. He then reached his hand out and grasped a fallen tree, broken in two. Wooden splinters shot up as it rocketed off the ground, spinning towards the beast. The creature started to move and almost dodged, but was hit on its backside, skittering it across the ground with a howl. Then with a grunt he pushed the surprised predator back into the jungle. One down.

The second came charging at him, slashing with claws. Daven was late noticing the attack, as he moved to dodge the beast impacted into his right leg, drawing blood and leaving a gruesome injury. The Chev screamed in shock and pain, angry at that he had allowed himself to get hurt.

[i]That wasn't good enough.[/i] 

His master's voice echoed through his head, and he gritted his teeth. Daven reached out with the Force right as the monstrosity went for another lunge. He backpedaled aggressively as the beast swiped and bit at him. Teeth sharper than any knife drawing dangerously closer to him. Daven kept moving and moving, avoiding more attacks from the creature. Then he felt the Force flow through him once more, pushing to overcome his tired body. Anger and pain filled his body, his emotions at a sudden fever pitch. He felt the scar on his leg leaking blood, slowly driping down to the floor. He grasped the beast's head with the Force, and slammed downwards, into the hard floor. Then he did it again, and again. 

Daven exhaled as he raised his other hand and slammed the beast's whole body into the ground, he kept doing it until he was too tired to. The ugly monstrosity reminded him of the Chevin that made his childhood a living hell, the Sith had saved him from that. This is what he wanted to do to those brutal Chevin, they deserved nothing less. Blood splattered the floor, the beast becoming just a gore filled pulp when he was done. The apprentice fell to his knees, breathing heavily. 

He was exhausted, but pushed himself to his feet. Then he scooped up a single discarded tooth of the creature that he had just slain, clutching it between his still shaking fingers. Daven kicked the corpse, pushing it towards the brush. Then he slowly walked back to the compound, bringing his emotions back under control.