[center][h3]~| Nyiss' Complex: Heading from Prisoner Cells, 13th hour |~ ~| Vivithe Lansha & Jayda Mirthios[/h3][/center] The hallways of the highly fortified prison complex were near silent other than the sound of footsteps clicking against the thick metal floor. A figure clad in crimson walked calmly down the corridor, as she strolled a duo of passing guards passed and stood at attention. A smile crept onto her feminine features, upon her shrouded face. As she passed by the armored soldiers they kept on their way in the opposite direction. It surprised her that they knew who she was only with a simple glance. She couldn’t fault them for that, her diminutive appearance had fooled others before. The Sith lord heard the distinctive sound of a descending turbolift, then slowed a gentle amount in her stride. She could sense the Force flowing through whoever was making their way downwards, it was no simple footsoldier, had to be a Sith. Vivithe had limited interaction with the other Sith that she shared this fearsome palace with. As the elevator came to a halt and doors slid open she stood still, another smile on her face. “Hello there, I don’t believe I’ve made your acquaintance before. Your Lord Sish’s apprentice, are you not?” The Sith lord asked, already knowing the answer. She had done her research, especially on the other more powerful Sith within Nyiss’ prison. Jayda had hoped to escape the prison unnoticed as she let the elevator take her up, her mind debating on her next task. Or rather, how to get out of it. She knew Sish wouldn’t be satisfied at her desire to avoid ‘hands-on’ education in regards to the prisoners, it would make her look weak and it was like blood in the water. Distracted by her worries, the Zabrak had failed to sense the Lord whose path she was about to cross into until it was too late. Her purple-grey eyes snapped up, broken out of their absent mindedness, to acknowledge the threat before her. A Sith. Her sixth sense reached out to determine their ‘strength’ in the force. A sense of higher power, through she felt it wasn’t in connection with combat, washed over her. It drew her wariness into the surface. This woman was either a powerful individual or a Sith Lord. “Yes, you’re correct. However, I don’t have the courtesy of knowing your name,” Jayda pointed out. It was a test of the temperment too. Inwardly, she braced for any sudden movement or reaction to her comment. Vivithe continued to hold her smile, suppressing a giggle. It amused her that this Sith didn’t know who she was. But it didn’t really surprise her either. Still, she had to toy with the girl a bit. “My name is Vivithe, its a pleasure to meet you, Jayda,” She replied, speaking the girl’s name. “Am I correct in assuming that you were on the way to the prison cells to ‘speak’ with some of the captive Jedi?” “Actually, just returning from dropping one off,” Jayda corrected. A shiver crept down her spine at the notice of her name being spoken and correct, though she hadn’t revealed it. The shock barely showed on her sober expression while she continued to focus on the question, “Sish managed to show self-control and the prisoner was still breathing when I left.” “Ah I see. I have heard of Lord Sish’s brutality. He is a powerful Sith lord, you must be quite tough to endure his training.” Vivithe replied with a nod. She did not envy the girl, but the reptile’s savagery in training had some merit to making Jayda stronger. “Which prisoner did you choose? They didn’t turn right away did they?” She asked, in part wondering how the younger Sith had done in her attempts to ‘corrupt’ the Jedi. “A young padawan, blond haired and naive enough to stand between Sish and his allies,” Jayda pointed out cautiously as she took a step out of the lift, mindful of the Sith’s questioning. Her hands fell into the folds of her cloak and out of sight. Her right hand lingered nearest her belt, more specifically her weapon, ready to be pulled free should things go sour. She moved onto the next part of the interrogation, “No, he didn’t. Personally I believe he was in too much pain to even consider it. Sish’s methods work, but only with those who can survive them.” “A young one. It is too bad he had to endure such pain but it must be done to ensure he turns. If allowed to stay in his foolish Jedi ways then he will never achieve his true potential.” Vivithe stated, though she did not feel any sympathy for the padawan. Yet there was some truth in her words. The Jedi forced themselves to be weaker, limiting their own strength. It was pathetic. “Well, perhaps when he recovers then he will reconsider some things,” She stated, staying firmly in place as she noticed Jayda’s subtle shift of her hands. The paranoia coming off the girl, even around fellow Sith. “Your master must be careful not to slaughter any of the prisoners. Nyiss is not known for her mercy. Even someone as powerful as Lord Sish would be wise to not anger her.” “Possibly, through if he doesn’t survive… the efforts more wasteful.” The apprentice pointed out then paused. Her eyes hardened for a moment as they studied the woman, sizing her up and down. After a moment, she continued. “If he is careless enough to allow one to die, it is on him. I don’t intend to go down with his stupidity. Through I seriously doubt such an event will happen.” Jayda continued to step off the elevator, the door hissed closed behind and locked down. No one would be going back down for a while. “A Jedi is no good to anyone dead, my dear. It’s a complete waste of time then. You can’t turn a corpse to the Dark Side,” Vivithe stated, almost laughing at her own comment. “I hope that you aren’t, apprentice. Always be mindful of unpredictableness, especially in a situation like we’re in. One that's powerful enough to become a Sith Lord is one of the most unpredictable beings in the galaxy.” She stated, her voice tinged with an eerie feeling as she spoke. Jayda survived under Sish’s claws thanks to her ability to withstand his abuse, but she didn’t fall short on her intelligence. During the whole conversation, she felt she was being toyed with like prey by a predator. This made her more and more aware of her situation as well as the direction it was going. “I believe it’s time to inform my master about completing my task, if you will please excuse me?” “Of course. It was nice to meet you. Perhaps we will speak again.” Vivithe stated with another smile and a nod. Then she turned away, and began to walk down a side corridor. Continuing along on her way.