[hider=8th Post Fallenreaper]
[u]Xid[/u]

[b][u][i]~ Just minutes before the Sacking of Coruscant… ~[/i][/u][/b]

Xid’s footsteps were echoing, fast clip and bouncing, down the lengthy halls of the Jedi Temple. He was garbed in the traditional Padawan outfit, his tiny braid safely tucked behind his ear and keeping it from flicking to the corner of his eyes. That always was always a distraction. At his waist, a small droid, Navi he dubbed it, was being carried in toll. Navi made a loud buzz in protest then let out an indignant click, each sound had a unique meaning in a language all its own, when its master’s pace changed. It was clear he was excited at where his path led: right to Tolun Fi’s lab. Four years had come and passed, the once youngling was now a Padawan and wondered if the Kamino would recognize him, even with the additional height. 

Xid drew closer to the hallway’s end and just about to round the corner before a small group of younglings appeared. Guided by a master, they walked along side making the Padawan smile at the simplicity of his childhood. Merely mediation, training and learning made up his days, discovering he was missing them more and more now. One of the younglings blinked then narrowed their eyes upon Navi. Curiously the little one, an Epicthanix, drew in closer causing the others to stop as well. What are they…ooohh…Xid realized, his head turned down at his creation. 

Proving his thoughts right, it didn’t take long for one to pipe up,” What is that?” 

The Padawan felt his throat clear, dry, and answered ceasing his walk for the moment,” Navi, a droid.” 

“I’ve never seen a droid like that,” spoke a Zabrak girl. Her face was covered in the Res Selenores, tribal tattoos, and seeming pure race. 

“Well, it’s a very spe-“Xid’s words were cut off instantly. 

A dark, for brooding seemed to choke him. 

Unable to finish his thought, Xid’s bright blue eyes roamed the interior of the hallway following the other eyes. They were listening to the silence. Their eyes were expecting the source to show itself inside the hall, hoping to connect the source to the emotions toiling within each one and once more regain their calm. The older Jedi was first to stir pulled from the spell. He turned his head towards the way they had come, his hand out, motioning them to stay before doubling back. Something seemed so…wrong, yet nothing had changed. Nothing appeared or attacked them. But that sensation wouldn’t let go and he felt vulnerable. The black, unease feeling continued to fill his heart that was soon was consumed by fresh anxiety also starting to be displayed by the younglings. In the back of his mind, he was regretting leaving his dorm more and more with each passing moment. 

In an attempt for comfort and hide his growing fear, the Padawan‘s fingers tightened upon the machine within his grasp. He watched the Jedi disappear around the corner. Held close to the teen’s waist, the six thin legs dangled over the fingers and stalk receptors twisted back to stare at its young master. It felt his unease and tensed body. Tilting its eyes from one side to the other for a moment, Navi inwardly debated on how to bring calm again. Finally, it broke the silence with a distraction and instantly Xid found himself inwardly jumping at the loud sound. 

Buzzz….click, ssiiiikkkk?

Navi’s unique language, series of short or long whistles, buzzes and clicks, was echo across the Temple’s walls and back to Xid. All eyes, young and older, drew to the small droid. Naturally Xid knew what the droid was asking causing the young Padawan to glance down,” Something’s wrong, Navi. Very wrong…”

Making his words reality the whole Temple began to shake and tremble. It felt like his legs were jelly, the vibrations rattling though the feet, knees and more. Pieces of roof crumbled and fell causing Xid’s hands to shoot out. One hand braced against the wall, his other reached for a nearby youngling, a human boy with blonde hair, to steady the child from tumbling to the ground. Everywhere Xid looked the walls came crashing down feeling him with fear and dread. Navi, fallen from his grip, whistled in panic before scrambling for cover. Xid’s hand roughly pushed the child forward. Now pinning the child between him and the wall, the Padawan prayed for the quake to stop. It took a moment but he realized soon enough blood was being spilled. Screams and fear, each emotion filled his mind threatening to rip it apart. Xid’s teeth clench through the unexplained pain. Let this be over, he pleaded with closed eyes, let it be over. His sense catching the faint life signs though the falling rubble followed by forms pulling out of the dust, his eyes open unable to believe what he saw. 

Empire Shock Troops! Here in the Temple! 

Their blasters held at their shoulders, feet marching fearless and in perfect union towards him and the younglings. Time to leave…now came the reason, hitting him with the force of a train. Inhaling Xid, his hand flipped up his lightsaber into his palm, screamed,” Get behind me, now! NOW!”

His green lightsaber came to life while he tossed the young boy behind him, the others huddled behind him unsure what was happening. He couldn’t sooth them or talk to them. Xid had to focus on the fight, knowing deep down he wasn’t a match for them. His heart was hammering in his ears, blocking out the scene filled with chaos and carnage. Bring his hands together to his weapon’s blade, taking an opening stance with legs widening his stand, ready to tell them to make a run for it. However before they could fire, Navi reacted. Using the cover of smoke and debris, the little bot had six legs to stead itself, much better then either Xid or the troops, and took full advantage of it. Fast its robotic legs went scurrying across the floor in front of the troop’s feet, leaving it a thin cord barely visible in the dust. It was nailed into the far wall by a grappling hook growing taunt. The first soldier pulled up his blaster, still approaching, the muffled voice giving an order to surrender. 

Then he tripped over the line. The man went down, pulling the trigger and a blast erupted from his gun at Xid. Immediately the Padawan ducked to the side bring the earlier youth with him, the blast merely scorching the wall behind them as two more men fell. He used the distraction. Shoving the young boy away Xid shouted at the top of his lungs, “Run!!!!! Go, Now!” 

Quickly, Xid shoved the youngling forward as they started to run. Too busy tending to the child, the young Padawan’s shoulder exploded with pain when three blasters clipped his shoulder and his mouth let out a painful scream. Fire, hot and burning, filled his vision with red while his lightsaber fell from his grasp. Its light buzzed and died upon the ground. His own cooked flesh filled his nose, his body going limp and slid to his side. Unable to move, his eyes watched his rustic yellow droid scamper into a wall, vanishing from sight. Slowly failing sight crept into the edges of his blurry vision until everything went black. Please…let the younglings be safe became Xid’s last thought, finally lost to unconsciousness. 

[b][u][i]~Aboard Hâsk~[/i][/u][/b]

Ache… the dull ache and slight cold burning against his cheek was the first thing Xid noticed upon awaking. He let out a soft groan while his body began to move. Little by little, the young padawan started to rise as his knees curled underneath him. He let out a slight hiss at feeling the muscle in his shoulder pull, stinging after the over kill shot to his back and for a moment considered just letting the cold metal sooth his pain. Bad part about it, he had no idea the last time it was sanitized and likely cause infection. He had gotten likely. It only burned a few layers off his skin, singeing the clothing grazing the skin underneath. Fingers reached through his curls and came to rest upon his braid start, following it down and tugging it from its safe keeping behind his ear. Instinctively he pinched it and rubbed it while rising to his feet, carefully. His eyes looked about spotting the place he had landed in. A prison cell. 

Great…he thought bitterly.

His eyes paid little mind to the grey cell’s thick walls, the main section branching off into five separate rooms like a pentagon, each branch seemed equipped with the same basic things. At least they were dead but somehow, he doubted this would end well. He turned at hearing a voice he recognized the youth turned to Taia’s cell. Immediately his shoulder forgotten, the Padawan rushed towards the cell only to screech to a halt as he looked over the energy door. Trying to see around best he could without cooking his flesh, Xid noticed a button close to the side and then answered. 

“Taia, there’s a button,” he tried to point at it, waving his hand that direction like some mime,” Press it! It will open no problem.” 

Once she opened it, if she did, he would step back to allow her out before relaxing just a bit more,” Any idea what’s going on? Why we’re here? Were you hurt?”[/hider]
[hider=9th Post Dervish]
[i]The Jedi Temple, Coruscant, during the assault…[/i]

Another blast, another broken beaker. The walls shook from another breaching charge somewhere nearby in the temple. The sounds of battle crept closer and closer, and the unmistakable presence of the Dark Side began filling the void left by a battle decided. The Jedi were losing, that much was certain. It was unlikely anyone was going to survive the assault, a rather brash and audacious attack on the Jedi Order by the ancient enemies of the Sith Empire. It was thorough, violent, and quite inconvenient. 

Tolun Fi was not a man who enjoyed being pressed for time, and the sound of blaster fire and lightsabers did nothing to help improve his disposition. Many people he saw each and every day, some rather good acquaintances, were being cut down in the halls just outside of his laboratory. He could not grieve for them, for they were with the Force now, and his research data required his full concentration to save before the Sith eventually found him. While he did not anticipate survival, he certainly wasn't going to greet death willingly. There was still much to be done, and he was certain a key to ending the war lay somewhere in the countless streams of information and algorithms he had spent most of his lifetime formulating. His large hands worked quickly, at odds with his normally rather deliberate and graceful movement as befitting of a Kaminoan. It took quite a great deal of concentration to not make a mistake transfering the data and storing it correctly, especially with jars and beakers of various compositions falling around him like rain shards of broken dreams. As some composition he could not rightfully recall of a cobalt blue, semi-translucent colour splashed on his hand, he shook it clean with a derisive snort. It was soon forgotten, however, when the terminal blinked that it's transfer was completed. Wasting no time, Tolun Fi ejected the white composite drive from its housing and slotted it into the armoured plating in his clothing. His work now secure, relatively speaking, there was only but one thing to do.

Swiftly, Tolun's lightsaber was in hand, its long blade of a similar shade to the fluid that had splashed on his hand, and he cut through the computer and various pieces of laboratory equipment that had been his obsession for many years. While most people would be mourning the loss of something so personal, the Kaminoan Consular was not most people. While useful, he did not associate any emotional connection to machines and tools. The important information was saved, and that was what mattered. There would be other machines, better equipment. It was a simple matter of reaching them.

Assuming he survived the next twenty minutes, that is.

The battle had reached the halls outside of the laboratory, the presence of the Dark Side near suffocating. Whomever was out there was powerful, indeed. Wretched, hateful, emotional. What wasted potential. Tolun's lightsaber retracted, and he returned it to his robes. If he were to survive, he'd have to be rather crafty with the use of his abilities and hope that whomever entered the room was a thinker instead of a doer, something of a rarity among Sith. It was clear that fighting was not a productive option, something he was certain most Jedi would do in the face of death. While it was considered noble and brave, Tolun saw it as a waste. There was a time and place to spend your life, but this was not it. The battle was lost, whether or not another body was laid to rest in the rubble of the temple was irrelevant. The intelligent would find some way to survive to fight another day, even if that day was months, if not years, down the road. It was a better way to serve the Order, Tolun decided. He was used to people not agreeing with his methods, but the Jedi would need as many survivors as possible in the years to come. He intended to be among the survivors. And besides, this presented a unique opportunity for his research. He needed to get close to the Sith to test some of his hypothesis. Provided he had the right chances, he could potentially turn his captors into unwitting test subjects. They could try to break him, but they would prove to me far more useful to him than they would ever realize. 

And now there was naught to do but wait.

___

Lord Jewel Namore strode confidently through the halls of the Jedi Temple, escorted by a squad of Imperial soldiers. They were only mildly useful to her, as blasters were hardly a match for a Lightsaber. Still, it never hurt to approach your enemy with every edge you could get. The enemy she was hunting this time was a Kaminoan Jedi. She was to take him alive, a favour for Darth Nyiss. Nyiss had found out about his research from interrogating a number of Jedi captives earlier, and it had intrigued her, despite his unfortunate race. Rounding a corner, she came across the entrance to his laboratory. She had her men place small breaching charges on the doors that blocked the way. She activated her lightsaber moments before the charges detonated, blasting the door down and revealing the stark white laboratory behind. There was quite the contrast between the golden-brown stone that made up the rest of the temple, and she paused for a moment as her eyes adjusted. She raised the purple blade of her lightsaber into the high one-handed ready stance of Juyo, building her hatred internally even as she remained the picture of calm. 

Tolun Fi regarded the Sith warrior with equally calm and semi-interested eyes. He did not react physically to her presence, other than a slow blink. "Most people knock before entering, so you are aware." he said, as if she were some wayward padawan instead of a sworn enemy of the Republic. 

Jewel was quite stunned by this Jedi. Every other Jedi she had encountered had attacked her just for being what she was, but here was one that stuck to sarcastic wit even as she prepared to strike him down. She couldn't help but admire him. She kept her weapon raised and tried to maintain the state of mind required for Juyo, but thought perhaps it would be easier to take him without a fight. "So you're a funny Jedi then." It was a statement, not a question. "I guess you really do find something new every day. So, funny Jedi, are you going to resist? Or shall I just strike you down now?" No need to actually tell him he was wanted alive. Not yet anyway.

"Humour is subjective, I find." Tolun replied, appraising the woman. Lithe, attractive by human standards. Hardly the wrecked physical specimen of many of the higher-up Sith. "To answer your inquiry, had I planned to resist, we would be exchanging strikes with our blades instead of speaking to one another. Rather civil of you, I might add." he said, glancing to the soldiers accompanying the Sith. "Despite my disapproval of the deaths of many of my Order, I am inclined to prefer survival. Work yet to be completed, you see." he paused. "And I am under the impression you are taking prisoners, most curious. Quite the display of power to do such a thing."

Jewel lowered her blade, keeping it active by her side but no longer in the Juyo stance. She let her Hatred begin to drain slightly as her more logical and manipulative mind took over. "The Sith Empire is not barbarous. Something your pretty little Republic seems to forget all too often. That said, your will to survive is at odds with leaving yourself vulnerable to attack. You of all people should know that Sith do not believe... aliens... to be worthy of capture." She raised her blade again and sunk into the stance once more. "So what makes you think I'm going to bother taking you alive, alien?" He had to want to come with her. It'd be easier that way. Of course part of her wanted to fight, and she did truly believe that his race made him inferior. But the cause came first, and this particular alien could further that cause.

"Quite, I could tell of the Sith Empire's civilized outlook by the stench of burning bodies wafting in from the halls. And I am quite aware of the xenophobic disposition of the Sith, quite a ridiculous concept, if you ask me." he shifted his stance somewhat, still non-threatening but very so much prepared to access his lightsaber or use the Force to defend himself if need be. "You appear to be one who thinks before she acts, which is probably why you are charged with taking prisoners instead of joining in the slaughter of your fellow Sith, something I find commendable, in a fashion." he sighed somewhat through his nose, more of a disappointed discharge of air than sorrow. "As to why you do not strike me down instead of consider me to be a viable candidate for whichever scheme you may be hatching, even the most prejudiced of Sith recognize value when they see it, and in war none can afford to be particularly... selective. What I know is invaluable, and whomever sent you would likely find more use out of my knowledge than from a typical Jedi, even the humans you seem to prize so much." he said boorishly. "I can also assure you that a violent outcome from this exchange is in neither of our interests. We both wish to keep our lives, and you have the upper hand. But an attempt to strike me down would end rather poorly for you. It is not a boast, but a simple observation. One does not raise through the ranks of either the Jedi or the Sith by being a fool."

"Because Republic soldiers are so very merciful when they attack an Imperial world." Jewel replied sarcastically. Still this Jedi seemed far more interested in logic than extolling the supposed morality of the Republic. She deactivated her Lightsaber and returned it to her belt, keeping her hand near it just in case. "As it happens, Jedi, you are of use to the Sith. Your research has been noticed by more than the Republic. And since you seem so eager to be captured, I cant help but oblige." She motioned her men forward, giving the signal to bind him with restraints. "I'm afraid you'll have to go through with the formalities of capture, no matter how co-operative you seem to be now. I wont waste my breath telling you what happens if you try anything. The trail of burning bodies should speak for themselves." She turned away, but stopped for a moment before leaving. "You know, you should never judge a Sith at face value. I imagine if this had come to violence, that error might have cost you dearly." Best to keep them on their toes. Telling him he'd seen right through her combat technique was decidedly un Sith-like.

Tolun Fi did not resist when the troopers shackled his arms, pulling the lightsaber from his belt. It would have been a futile gesture, in any case. The Sith woman prattled with more hubris, but it did not hurt to let her think she had an easy victory. What was interesting was how she mentioned he was known for his research beyond the Republic. Of course it would be of interest to the Sith, given their hunger for quickly finding new recruits and their obsession with genetic purity. Tolun could make it a reality, if he chose to cooperate. Of course, he had no intention of doing any such thing. "I never pass judgement so quickly, Sith. You cannot truly know someone unless you are certain of how they work." he said. "It would be interesting to find what drives you, and perhaps I will discover it soon enough." he stared at her, tilting his head as he drank in the details of the woman. "Regardless, you have made a wise choice, although I suspect that it was not entirely your decision." 

"Funny, Jedi." Her voice was deadpan, she was no-longer amused with this one. He altogether far to Sith-like. "You know, apart from your... impure form, you would fit quite well into the Sith. I think you truly missed your calling." It vexed her immensely that he was smart enough to realize she was acting under, orders. It fueled her hatred, hatred which she locked away for later use. It also made sure that she did not underestimate him. He seemed fairly single minded with his focus on research, but if he bothered to use his intellect for more political purposes, she would have quite the rival.

"Impure is a curious term, considering the Sith obsession with finding racial purity when so many of you have mixed and flawed genetics. You crave genetic perfection, and you are looking at it. My people have long ago achieved genetic purity, something no other race seems to have the... ambition to achieve. I must disagree with your suggestion that I would make for a better Sith than Jedi. The Sith are chaos, I value order. Emotions drive you, I find they dilute the clarity to achieve great things. I strive for peace, the Sith only seem to crave war. As you can tell, it is something of a difference in perspective. Now," he said, looking around at his laboratory once more. "I am sure you would be delighted to discuss morality between the Light and Dark Side to great extent with me, but I am sure we both do not want to be here when your army is done here, am I wrong?"

"No. We don't. The Jedi Temple is going to be demolished, and your wonderful capital world is going to become a testament to the might of the Imperial Navy. I'm sure you know about Taris. Lets just say that the Darth in charge of this happens to like chaos even more than Darth Malak did." His needling only served to strengthen her hate. That he could even consider claiming to be of a pure race was ridiculous, but a verbal sparring match was not what she was looking for. Instead, she touched a button on her gauntlet, a button linked to the manacles that now held the aliens hands. It caused them to inject a small needle into the Jedi's wrist, and through the needle a potent Sith mixture that would render even a Jedi unconscious for quite some time. "I hope you enjoy my masters concoction. She might even let you study it if you cooperate."

Tolun Fi was only vaguely aware of what the Sith was saying after the prick of a needle entered his wrist none-too-gently. The room around him started to fall out of focus, the sounds dulling. The pain quickly subsided, the toxin quickly taking hold. The Kaminoan was only vaguely aware of the floor rushing up to greet him and by the time he hit the white paneled floor, the darkness had already overcome him. 

____

[i]Aboard the Hâsk, hours later...[/i]

As soon as consciousness retook Tolun Fi, he groggily brought himself into a sitting position, meditating to detoxify his body. He recalled being captured, and much of the conversation leading up to the tranquilizer in his system. And so, sitting with eyes closed, the Kaminoan Jedi Knight willed the Force to cleanse his body of the toxins that were taking much too long to be neutralized on their own. There was no guessing where he was, or how much time had passed, so he did not even try. His assumption was that himself, and any other potential captives were brought aboard a ship and contained, as there were not many tranquilizers or poisons that could safely subdue someone for the length of time required to reach Sith controlled space and the worlds within that sphere of influence. Some time later, Tolun Fi rose to his feet, head clear and much of his strength returned. It would have to do.

The Kaminoan made a slow, deliberate pace around the confinement that would act as his home for an indeterminate amount of time. His hand traced along the alloy walls, a pale sickly green colour and a consistant density that told Tolun that the walls were made of durasteel, perhaps with another compound in it. He decided to refrain from touching the door; there was no safe way of knowing which security precautions were taken there. Some prisons, the Kamionan knew, had energy fields surging through the doors that caused violent electrical shocks. Others went so far as to not give the prisoner his or her hand back. Knowing the Sith, the latter was a likely, and unpleasant, option. On the plus side, he had a commanding view of the door that lead into, and out of, the cell block. He'd be among the first to see what visitor would come for them first. 

A voice called through the cell block, somewhat startling Tolun, who was deep in contemplation. He heard her, a human, although he could not place her voice despite his best efforts. "I hear you." he said back, loudly enough to be heard. "Do try to keep calm and focus, I suspect we will be here for some time." And likely tortured, he didn't add. "Are you hurt?"[/hider]
[hider=10th Post Ellri]
~| Aboard the Hâsk |~

~| Deck 05 - Primary Prison complex - Cellblock 2 |~

Just as the Kaminoan Jedi finished speaking and before Calista could reply, the Bulkhead door securing the cells slid open, framing a pair of Imperial troopers holding a young female in Jedi robes between them. The red energy fields suddenly came to life around the two Jedi that had already awoken.

[i]“And back in with ya!”[/i] shouted one trooper, tossing the girl into the cell.[i] “Don’t let me catch you tryin’ to get out again!”[/i]
Lea hit the ground hard. The Imperial troops were not gentle, and she knew that she’d have bruises after this. It was painful to even think about it, but she had little choice. She looked back at him, a fuming look on her almost child-like face. [i]“You won’t.”[/i] she whispered, so low that he could not hear it.

She clearly heard the sound of his walking off, then the hiss as the bulkhead door sealed up, sealing the cell block off from the rest of the ship once more. Lea twisted her body about, placing her knees below herself, preparing to get back up, even as she winced from the bruises she knew she would have tomorrow. Jedi robes may be practical compared to many clothing styles, but they sure did not protect against physical trauma. 

Slowly rising to her feet, Lea leaned on the wall, searching for the switch to her cell force field. She noticed what appeared to her unfocused eyes to be other prisoners in the other cells now, but she did not care. She knew the switch was there somewhere. Even as slowly as she had done it, blood still rushed to her head, making her sight swim. After half a minute of searching blindly, her hand finally found it, and the field activated, the entrance to her cell turning bright red. She continued leaning on the wall, limping along backwards until she came to the side alcove. Fumbling beneath her robes, she pulled out the object she had secreted there, stashing it between the wall and the simple cot that has been provided with the cell. Not only was she glad they had not found it on her, but she was also certain it would come in handy later.

Now that it had been securely put away, Lea could finally relax. She lay down on the bed, assessing her body, wondering how long it would take to heal. And for that matter whether the Sith would let her heal up.

~| Deck 15 - Captain’s Quarters |~

Moff Absk Katherion looked at the small group gathered in his chambers. Though Darth Nyiss was technically in command, he still had significant clout, and he had figured out since first meeting her that she did not feel the need to be the one in charge of every meeting, so long as her authority was never denied. [i]“Is it done? Are there any teams still in transit?”[/i] he asked, not really pointing the question at anyone in particular.

The Lieutenant, the one known under the name ‘Allende Laval’, spoke up. [i]“They are all on board, Katherion. We currently have sixteen Jedi and fifty-six regular prisoners of various species.”[/i] Her tone of voice was virtually emotionless, though a smile graced her face, revealing the fact that while she sounded like she did not care one iota about the results of the mission, she was pleased with the initial result. The moff looked back at her, nodding in response to the answer, archiving the information in his mind for later use. [i]“Shall we move out then?”[/i] he asked. 

[i]“Don’t be hasty, Moff Katherion. Imperial Intelligence has a number of taps on Republic communications, and there has been an increase in chatter since the attack. It must be determined if the Jedi, or any other prisoners on board, have knowledge valuable to the Empire before the Hâsk departs. By any means necessary.”[/i] Minder Sixty-Two’s tone had even less emotion than the lieutenant’s, and unlike her, no emotion showed on his cybernetically enhanced face either.

[i]“No.”[/i] Darth Nyiss spoke this time. Her voice much more emotional than the others. [i]“I need the Jedi intact. Functional.”[/i] She looked sharply at Minder. [i]“Imperial Intelligence can wait. My work will make the entire war unnecessary, and I need proper test subjects for that work. Do what you will with the mundanes. They are irrelevant to me.”[/i] 

Minder Sixty-two nodded. Once. [i]“Very well. It shall start with the non-Jedi. When your Sith work upon corrupting the Jedi, have them search for the information. Intelligence would appreciate any aid in acquiring it. For the Empire.”[/i]

Nyiss stared at the agent for a few seconds, as if weighing up whether to agree or Force choke him for his insolence.[i] “I suppose I could… accommodate that request. You will, of course, tell my Sith of this yourself. Don’t forget to remind them to keep the subjects from losing anything that doesn’t grow back.”[/i]

The moff watched their exchange with humor, struggling not to laugh at their stabs at each other’s authority. Personally, he knew better than to get on the bad side of Sith and Intelligence alike. The only reason he managed to hold it in check was the fact that if he did laugh, they would both vent their irritation upon him, and that was something he could do without. The two were, fortunately for him, oblivious to his almost laughing at them.

[i]“Of course, Darth Nyiss. That should give me a chance to observe the Jedi for myself.” As always, there was no emotion apparent in his voice or body. When she did not respond to him, Katherion decided to speak up. “By the way, Darth... My men caught that Padawan outside her cell again. Do your Sith even try to keep the prisoners locked up?”[/i]

[i]“Her resourcefulness bodes well. It will make her a good Sith. Moff, you did design the Prison block to be inescapable did you not? If that is truly so, then I should not need to worry. If that is not the case, then I will have to be more strict with my guards. But before I did that, I would have to dispose of the designer of the theoretical inferior Prison block, and I wouldn’t want to do that.”[/i] She turned her gaze back to the Minder, sharpening it again. [i]“Perhaps our eager friend in Imperial Intelligence would like to assist with security?”[/i]

Absk had no idea how to respond to that. From her tone at the end, it sounded almost like she was flirting with him. Thankfully, he did not have to respond, for she spoke to the Intelligence agent not soon afterwards. [i]“That is a reasonable request, Minder Sixty-two. Your training should help you locate holes in the prison security system. You will do that.”[/i] In this, Katherion showed that though he prefers not to order people about, he nonetheless has a core of Mandalorian Iron. [i]“Now, this meeting is done. Get moving.”[/i][/hider]
[hider=11th Post Musketman]
Burin sat on his metal bed, attempting to meditate as his master taught him to, but every time he tried to concentrate on the flow of the force, he felt his dead master. It was like a distant whisper, but it was enough to fuel Burin's rage. If someone were to look into his eyes, red would be creeping in his green pupils. Burin was aware of the Jedi around him, he felt their light, hopeful energy which clashed magnificently with his growing dark energy. Some had been captured, he thought, he tried to ignore the whisper of the force, but then an image flashed in his mind, it was his master's face. His eyes snapped open and he let out a scream of rage, his pupils bright red. Burin's rage would make his whole cell shake for a couple of seconds. He closed his eyes and attempted to calm himself down, when he opened them again, his pupils were bright green with red creeping around the edges. Burin sighed and lay down on his metal bed, attempting to get some rest.[/hider]