[center][h3]~| 14th hour, central compound |~
~| Nimm Deenia & Daven Auter |~[/h3][/center]


A day spent giving Jedi pain was not a day wasted. Thus, Nimm Deenia was somewhat satisfied with this day, though there was plenty of time left to [i]entertain[/i] other prisoners. Now, she was on her way back to her quarters. She had notes to clean up, plans to make and plots to bring to fruition. This was going to be fun.

The Sith apprentice let out a tired sigh, the sweat having recently dried up from his intense training exercise. Daven turned down a hallway, passing by a trio of armed guards on routine patrol. He did not give any notice towards the masked soldiers, nor did they give him more than a swift glance as they passed by each other. He walked calmly, feeling the ache in his joints wearing off. His mind was composed and his vitals were no longer heightened from the intense physical exertion he had just put himself through. In his left hand he still clenched the large tooth, twirling it between his fingers. He would decide what to do with it later, perhaps craft a small knife from it. 

At the moment, his thoughts were upon taking a cool, relaxing shower. As the young Sith walked through the corridors of Nyiss’ fortress, he admired the fine architecture and design of it. The Darth spared no expense in its creation. He felt lucky to be here in a way, he was away from the battlefield, didn’t have to worry about getting gunned down by foolish Republic soldiers or bombed by ships miles above the ground. Still, there was no excuse to let his guard down. He’d heard tales of other Sith, how treacherous they could be in the pursuit of their goals. Even the imprisoned Jedi could be a danger if no properly watched. As he glanced forward once more he noticed a figure ahead of him, one he did not remember seeing before. It was another Sith. 

“Greetings, I don’t believe we’ve met before. My name’s Daven, may I ask yours?” He stated as he approached the stranger, pausing a few feet away with a friendly smile on his face.

The words of the other Sith broke Nimm out of her internal musing. She looked up at him. He wasn’t particularly tall and bore clear signs of being of a non-standard species, not that she cared. “You may.” she answered as she looked him over. Reasonably muscled, proper black robes, a prominent scar down across his face and pale violet eyes. There was nothing about his appearance that indicated how powerful he was, though she vaguely recalled having seen a datafile about him in the system, though she had not looked much at it yet. Something to rectify later.

“So what is it then?” He asked her with a nod, looking over her figure. He hoped she wasn’t a Sith lord or something, or else she’d probably curse him out for not recognizing her immediately. 

“You can call me Nimm.” Though she knew that she would have recalled it if he was prominent, she did not know how powerful he was. Many of the powerful tried with varying degrees of success to hide among the less powerful, letting others take care of being visible. Until she knew for sure what group Daven belonged in, she would be careful.

“Nice to meet you, Nimm. Do you like this place? It’s gigantic, Darth Nyiss outdid herself with its creation. I haven’t even explored it all yet.” Daven inquired with another smirk.

“Likewise. I find it to be quite useful. Though I have heard of its construction previously, I have not been here before this day. What do you think of the prisoners? Any of them you think stand out?”

“I have not had a chance to inspect them yet, personally. I haven’t been here long, was about to go take a cool shower and then see the captured Jedi. I had to train, my master commands me to put myself through rigorous tests such as that as often as I can. It is ‘the only way I will get stronger’, she says.” Daven replied as he wondered what Nimm’s encounter with the prisoners was like. He did need to go and ‘meet’ them sometime soon.

“You will find them interesting, I suspect. From the one I have [i]entertained[/i] so far, they will be a stubborn bunch. Foolishly, of course. All it will lead to is their own pain. Not that I mind giving them that. Far from it, in fact.” She smiled a little towards the end of that statement. “Who is your master?” 

“My master is Jewel Namore, she is incredibly strong. Strict in her manners and teachings but I will never grow any more powerful from kindness,” Daven stated, unsure entirely how to describe his powerful master to the other Sith. “Jedi are the most stubborn beings in the galaxy. So stuck in their ancient ways and traditions. They will be better turned to our side.” 

He took notice of Nimm’s apparent enjoyment at inflicting pain upon the Jedi captives. But did not speak any more of matter, never having personally dealt with a Jedi in a situation like the one they found themselves in. 

“Ah. Her. Good to know.” Nimm knew more about Lord Jewel than she did about this apprentice, but not [i]that[/i] much. “Set in their foolish ways, they are. You will no doubt find that they are nauseatingly stubborn. When you do find a prisoner to entertain, do your best to keep him or her off balance. Do not speak lies that are easily seen through. Try to make them lose hope. Their despair will be one of your allies.”

“I shall take that advice into consideration, those are wise words. Hope is all they have in their prison cells. Hope that they’ll escape without turning, hope that the Republic will come and save the day. Which one did you interact with, if I may ask?” Daven replied, listening carefully to what she was telling him. It made sense, he recalled his master speaking similar words before. 

Nimm pressed a couple of buttons on her wrist unit, causing a tiny hologram to appear above her arm. “This one. One of their so-called ‘knights’. His suffering has only just begun.” she would let him ponder the true meaning of that last bit. “If you do start using lies towards them, I would recommend sharing them with me and the other Sith. It would not do to give them good reasons to disbelieve everything they are told on account of having been given blatantly conflicting stories as if they were truths. They are already prone to disbelief.”

“I’m sure he has been thinking all about his encounter with you ever since you finished with him. He is weak like all the other Jedi, I’m certain he will see the error in his ways and pledge himself to the Empire in time,” Daven stated as he glanced at the hologram, not recognizing the Jedi in it though he would make sure to remember the face. “That makes sense, if they are told by multiple people that a lie is a truth they will be more likely to believe it.”

“One way or another, he will serve the Empire. As of yet, he either refuses to see that, or is too blinded by his faith in his silly Jedi Order to see it. If he does not embrace the Dark Side as he should, he will be made to serve in other ways, be it as an example or as [i]something else[/i]...” Nimm’s words did not directly say sithspawn but clearly implied it. If this apprentice did not understand, then that would reveal a flaw in his training. If he did understand, then that would also be clear.

Daven’s eyes opened slightly wider as he realized what she meant by her words. He’d heard of vicious, Sithspawn existing before. It was a scary thought what one that was formerly a Jedi would be like. He nodded his head, then spoke.

“I see. I have faith that he will turn to our side. I believe that all the Jedi can be made to join us, if not then they are weak anyway. Only through the Dark side will they grow strong.” Daven stated with another smile.

The look in his eyes gave no doubt about his knowing at least some about the arts of Sith Alchemy. She doubted he had any practical training in it, though. “Let us hope that your faith is not misplaced. For their sake.”

“The Dark side is powerful beyond comprehension, the Jedi reject it but they will realize its advantages. I hope as well.” Daven said with another nod.

It was clear to Nimm that not much more could be achieved from this meeting. She had laid the groundwork. In time, she would see whether it prove effective. She nodded to him one final time, speaking the words “Peace is a lie.” as she moved past him.

“The Force shall free me.” He muttered quietly, after returning the nod. Then the two Sith parted ways, Daven glad to have met another Sith but at the same time cautious of the mysterious Nimm. He continued to think of what she had said to him as he walked towards the showers.

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

As Denso was walked, more accuratly, dragged back to the prison he slowly centered his thoughts. His body ached, but that pain would subside. The internal pain would stay within him for some time, but he would take it upon himself to stop that. The warm glow of the light side would heal him. He'd be stronger having stayed true to his ideals during the torture, having not given the Sith an ounce of satisfaction. As they drew closer to the prison, he brought himself fully to his feet. Not allowing the other Jedi to see how the torture had affected him. As they stepped through the doors, the guards let go of him, nudging him forward. Then they were gone, the door sealing shut behind them. 

He simply stood still, on his feet, his stance carrying determination behind it. Then the Jedi Knight felt a familiar presence approach him, and then he heard a cautious voice. A concerned expression was on the boy's face as the padawan spoke out to him. Asking simply if the Sith had broke him, if Denso had swayed from what he was before. The Kiffar blinked, then glance at Khan, shaking his head. He was not broken, he'd never let them break him. He'd rather die.

"No, my padawan. I am still me, the twisted Sith tried but I gave them no satisfaction. The light side helped me persevere, and I will ultimately grow stronger from the experience," He walked under his own power, then sat down on one of the beds, leaning forward slightly as the pain faded. Then he spoke more, a serious expression on his face. "They think we're weak, this entire building is a testament to their brutality. It's sad how much the one that was torturing me seemed to enjoy the task. So far gone into fear and hate. You can't let yourself become like that, stay strong in the Light, Khan. No matter what happens or what they try to do to you."

"Never let them destroy what is the true you, the good inside of you." He added, looking his padawan in the eyes.

"There's a lot of them, as I was led through the halls I could sense more around the building. They think they have us all cooped in here like caged rats. We can escape, what are they going to do if we try? Kill us? That'd defeat the purpose of bringing us here." The Kiffar stated, smiling as he spoke loud enough for the other Jedi nearby to hear.