[hider=Post 21, Rtron]After boarding the Hask, Sish promptly went to the nearest available source of food, hungry despite his small snack of human throat. That's where he was when the call came, tearing into a hunk of raw meat as a few of the kitchen staff looked on in slight awe. Finishing his rather messy meal, the Trandoshan quickly left, causing the looks of awe to turn into looks of irritation and disgust as the staff realized that they'd have to clean up the mess themselves. All of which Sish ignored, heading towards the meeting room. After a few wrong turns(damn the size of this ship!), he managed to arrive with the rest of the group. Standing close to the door, he waited, slightly impatiently, for Minder to let them loose. He knew what this was about. They all did. Now if the bastard could just let them go torture the prisoners...

Suddenly Sish stiffened up. They couldn't cut off anything that didn't grow back? That was irritating. In the extreme. They didn't need all of their limbs, fingers, or extremities. The Sith Lord was slightly mollified by the allowed fact that they could wound..but still. No maiming? Preposterous. Madness. It was ridiculous that-Once again, the Trandoshan suddenly stiffened up, feeling another mind press against his. Look up. A voice hissed in his mind, and the Sith Warrior Lord was compelled to obey, briefly glancing up before the presence retreated. That pissed him off. Someone had the gall to invade his mind? To Force Dominate it? But, try as he might, he couldn't see any of the Sith looking as if they were guilty of messing with his mind. Frustrated, he hissed curses under his breath. He'd find them. And he'd make them suffer for their transgressions.

Thallia stormed out, her own anger apparent and washing over him. Well, one of the Jedi certainly angered her. Slowly a vicious grin crossed Sish's features. Who says he couldn't go help her out? [i]"Come on Jayda. I think it's time we introduced you to one of the Jedi." [/i]
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[hider=Post 22, FallenReaper]
Jayda

Not wanting to be left behind, Jayda had followed quickly in Sish’s wake as the Trandoshan made his way onboard. Her vivid purple eyes watched him start off in one direction that she smelt the scents of food wafting from, slight and savory that her stomach protested a bit. She had too much activity and the fact she had a high metabolism meant Jayda couldn’t ignore it. She mentally sighed at the idea about dining with her master. In the past it had only been a necessity to survive and she had to kill herself, often creatures that were just as starved and hungry as her. Usually disgusting vermin found tearing into her skin became her meat, most times victims to her fast reflexes and merciless teeth, driven by her need to survive.

The thought passed quickly to her relief. It made Jayda takes a deep breath, forcing her calm to gather and drive the coiling emotions. That was the past. She needed to center upon the future and how to kill him, ending this one day. Jayda hadn’t bothered to attend to her wound. The blackened clothing hadn’t been affected or changed, the injury merely charred underneath. Her body showed no evidence it hurt anymore but the pain was still there, just duller. Thankfully her race had high immune systems; otherwise it would require immediate medical attention that she would rather wait upon. At least until she discovered Sish’s idea of entertainment.

Edging in step behind the lizard, Jayda rolled her eyes at Sish tearing into the nearest chunk of meat, Barve, his manners sending globs and slivers across the floor. Like a carrion predator tearing into a week carcass. From the corner of her eyes another dish, native to her own natie planet was within reach: Kephit. It was Iridonian peppers mixed with Chocolate and Vanilla, giving it heated sweet and tangy taste enjoyed in many Zabrak Clans. Her eyes softened for a moment. It was one of Mehinn’s favorite dishes as well as hers, their father often warned about gorging themselves upon it. Thinking about him brought a pain that Jayda sealed instantly. It only made her weak in a place she couldn’t afford to be in such state. By this time Sish had finished his meal, predictably leaving a mess, then started out leaving her to snatch some Blok meat on her own hasty exit. Not wanting to deal with the staff in their venting at cleaning the Sith master’s mess, she managed to stuff the raw meat into her mouth quickly only to stop when she realized something. After the first and fourth path doubling back, it was clear Sish was lost.

Jayda didn’t feel like walking for miles in a directionless path and from the instructions she was given, the Zabrak knew right away Sish was heading down the wrong path. Unlike the Lizard she had been intelligence to ask direction when given the summoning and had no need to roam the ship’s levels like a fool, however, she need to ensure he got there. Making her way towards the correct level Jayda stood by the entrance to Minder’s briefing room yet didn’t enter until the scaled face of Sish reared his fanged face and went in.

Silently she listened to conversation, her lips pressed from making a sound and merely took in what the Minder said. So this was Sish’s meaning, the entertainment for the voyage, though the Zabrak bitterly yet she kept her thoughts to herself. How this would make her stronger, Jayda wasn’t sure. Again the doubts started to surface before being crushed by her will, her mind slightly distracted started to feel her head rise slowly. Something clicked in her head from the sensation. Instinctively Jayda forced her head back down roughly, leaving a sting in her neck and her teeth softly grinding in resistance. Out of habit her eyes flashing in a hopeless search for the cause. Jayda knew that sensation all too well. Her own father used before her Res Selenores in an effort to sooth her during a conversation but unlike trained Sith, her ability to detect the source failed miserable to her irritation.

The only thing she sure of was this: someone, likely someone mentally powerful, had attempted to manipulate her actions. A dangerous attempt, reminding Jayda to keep her guard up at all times now just to keep from being a pawn to another sick game. Over all, it certainly didn’t brood well with the Zabrak as she slowly returned to listening to Minder, now go into details about the rules of torture and allowances. She was slightly insulted at the included list. Though at least it set boundaries where a Sith could go and how far, easier than simply expecting it from them. It also meant it was Jayda’s job to ensure Sish towed that pitiful line-at least with the Jedi.

It wasn’t a task she looked forward to because it was one that could get her killed.

Suddenly the very Sith’s voice entered her ears, her head tilted from his direction. One of the Sith, a woman long dark hard and what could’ve been a warm face turned up in fury had erupted from the room the moment the meeting was over. Naturally that seemed to delight Sish even more. It wasn’t hard to see why. The anger was overwhelming from the woman that Jayda nearly felt edgy being around, luckily stopping her fangs from baring.

Her instincts were screaming this wasn’t going to end well but what could she do other then follow? Her feet stepped lightly in Sish’s and the woman’s path, quickly the three of them vanishing towards the Jedi prison cells. [/hider]

[hider=Post 23, WitchChild]
Jedi Temple, one hour before it was demolished.

Thallia surveyed the hangar in which she had found herself, her vision sharpened by the Sith battle mask she wore. It was one of several set in the side of the Jedi Temple and had, until very recently, been used to store the Temples starfighter compliment, as well as a number of more mundane vehicles and spacecraft used by the Jedi in the vicinity of Coruscant. Now, the only thing it housed was smoking wreckage and rubble. A few sections of roof had collapsed, leaving sizeable piles of rubble strewn across the floor and jagged struts of metal protruding from the roof. As far as she knew, apart from those sections of the temple that hadn’t already collapsed completely, the entire Jedi temple looked like this. Most Sith would’ve felt some leation at this, but she was mostly ambivalent. She was happy that the Empire was winning of course, but that didn’t mean she wanted to be on the front lines.

She was uncomfortable with her battle armor, it was standard issue and though she knew it provided excellent protection, it also served as a reminder that she hadn’t managed to find someone else to do this job for her. Darth Nyiss had sent specifically her. It vexed her, but unfortunately she still had to do these things from time to time to keep the Darth satisfied. She and a number of Imperial soldiers strode further into the Temple. They were there to reinforce a human Sith Lord by the name of Jaicen Varien. as well as inform him that he now worked for Darth Nyiss. If they encountered any Jedi along the way, they were to capture them or kill them, at the discretion of Thallia. She hoped she wouldn’t have to fight, but she had her lightsaber in hand anyway, deactivated, but ready.

A few minutes later, they had almost reached Jaicens location, but as she rounded a corner, Thallia found herself faced with a Jedi Knight. It was a Kel-dor, probably a male, but THallia didn’t care. [i]“Fire! Kill it!”[/i] She yelled at her squad of soldiers. They complied, some of them dropping on one knee to let the ones behind open up, but no sooner had they begun pulling the triggers on their blasters than the Jedi had leapt into the air above them. He came down in the middle of the squad with his green Lightsaber active, and in seconds Thallia found herself alone against him. She activated her Lightsaber, the Purple blade extending behind her, and she raised her weapon ready to defend herself. The Shien reverse grip marked her style immediately, but it also concealed the fact that her primary offense was Ataru. The Jedi leapt at her, his blade a whirring flash as it rushed to meet her, but it never found its mark, as she had already sidestepped it and redirected the attack with her own weapon. They traded a few more blows, but it was becoming obvious that the Jedi was the stronger.

Jaicen looked up at the great walls of if the Jedi Temple and felt very uncomfortable. The statues, both still standing and toppled, seemed to look down on him in a disappointing manner. Obviously that was no way to feel as a Sith Lord but he couldn't really help it. He quickly masked those emotions and continued to explore the Jedi Temple. He was quite fascinated by it and wanted to get a good look before it was raised to the ground. His thoughts were then interrupted as he heard a shout and the distinct sounds of blaster fire and lightsabers being ignited. With that he drew his own lightsaber and began to approach the location where he had heard the commotion.

He arrived to see a Sith battling a Kel Dor Jedi and was in a bit of a trouble. He waited for a few moments and studied the movements of both the combatants before making his move. He grabbed the Jedi with the force but instead of doing something predictable such as force lightning or choking, the Sith yanked the Jedi to him and when within reach he grabbed him by the back of the head and rammed his face into the temple floor, aided with force push so hard that it cracked the stone. The Jedi seemingly was able to counter the attack enough so that his skull wouldn't gave in but he wasn't clever enough to save the one thing that was really keeping him alive, his mask. Jaicen knew about the Kel Dor's masks and how various chemicals in the air were lethal to the species. He let the Jedi flail about and desperately get his mask back together, meanwhile taking the Jedi's lightsaber and inspecting it. After the inspection he ignited it and with a twist of the wrist and a swipe of the arm he removed the Jedí's head.

[i]"Never let your guard down." Jaicen said to the other Sith, surmising that his fellow Sith was young and possibly an apprentice. [i]"It will get you killed here as much as on Korriban" He added and placed the lightsaber on his belt with the other lightsaber of his. Spoils of war. [i]"I get a feeling you were looking for me." He then stated to the young Sith, removing his own mask to reveal his face to her. [i]"Spit it out," he added though casually instead of harshly as if it was a phrase he always used.

Thallia glowered at the newly arrived Sith. Not because he’d taken her kill, combat was something she generally tolerated rather than relished, but because he’d accused her of not having her guard up. Her defence was excellent. At all times. It was insulting. But he was most likely a Sith Lord, and so she let it slide. She did have to confirm that he was the Sith she was looking for, however. He looked it, but you could never be too sure. [i]“Are you Jaicen Varien?”[/i] She him tersely. She didn’t wait for the reply before rushing ahead and exercising the authority she’d been given for this mission. [i]“Regardless, I am here representing Darth Nyiss. With her authority, I am assigning you to her project. We are to capture as many Jedi as possible before the Temple is demolished.”[/i] A satisfied smile crept onto her face behind her Sith battle mask as she finished. It felt good to be able to order this unknown Sith around without first having to blackmail him. Authority always felt good, but with the word and favour of a Darth, it was so much better. Still not worth the risk of trying to actually become a Darth, but she made the most of this brief power while she could. She also prepared to defend against any Force attacks the other Sith might use, just in case he took offense to her orders.

Jaicen arched an eyebrow at the apprentice audacity to order him around with the authority from the Darth. Quite admirable for an apprentice. The last apprentice that the Sith Lord had encountered when first earning his lordship was a meek little thing that fumbled with his words. He immediately liked the young Sith and then looked at the dead Jedi. "Well, maybe tell me that before I dispatched this one" He said and nudged the head, making it roll a bit. He also got the feeling that the apprentice's pride was hurt which was a good thing. Always go for the pride when teaching people or infuriate anyone. [i]"At least that gives me a lightsaber and less of a trouble trying to restrain him. Any other reason you came to me or are you going to continue wasting my time?"

He wanted to test this apprentice out. How she would react to his answers and retorts. He placed the mask back on his face as it hid his smile.

[i]“He was a filthy alien anyway.”[/i] Thallia said, vehemence evident in her voice. [i]“He would be of no use to my master. Only humans and near-humans are of any use.”[/i] she added. The Sith Lord hadn’t attacked her. That was good. He was more reasonable than some. She could use that. [i]“You’re right. Standing around isn’t getting us anywhere. Lets go find some Jedi.”[/i] She was hoping that the other Sith would do the majority of the work if they encountered another Jedi, but given the state of the Temple and the limited time left before it was demolished, she thought it likely that they wouldn’t encounter anymore Jedi at all. So much the better in her opinion. Combat required far more exertion than she liked.

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After a rather unfruitful search for any more Jedi, Thallia and Jaicen departed from the Temple and to the Hask. They went their own seperate ways and hadn't talked much but Jaicen had studied her intently when he could. He boarded the Hask and went straight to his own sith quarters where he intended to examine his new weapon and perhaps modify it. 
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[hider=Post 24, Thallia and Burin ~|~ Echo and Musket]

Thallia Valcia stormed out of Minders briefing, the rage running off her. She'd very nearly managed to get out of this troublesome task, sending a throw away acolyte, but then Darth Nyiss herself had commanded her to 'attend to her subject.' As well as that, someone had decided it would be 'fun' to try and force dominate her! She wasn't having any of that. She'd cast the probing mind off with a focused effort. It had at least managed to successfully increase her rage. Rage that she focused entirely on her 'new acolyte' the Barabel Jedi Burin. It was all she could do to contain the lightning that was beginning to lick at her fingertips as she strode down the all too long corridor of the prison block. Thankfully, Burins cell-block was the closest and she reached it quickly.

She activated the entrance protocol when she reached the door. Some of the Sith might be planning to take their torture subjects to one of the chambers that had been set up for their use, but Thallia didn't care. The moment the bulkhead door opened, she charged in, throwing the Jedi across the room. She stopped just inside the door as the ray shield came online behind her and let her feelings take over. She raised her hands, Force conjured lightning writhing around her fingers [i]“Blasted Jedi! My trip was going to be perfect until you started losing it on the one watch I couldn't delegate!”[/i] With that, she released the Force Lightning she had been bottling up. The energy arced across the intervening gap and struck the Barabel. She did not hold back, sending the energy at full strength. Too long and even with scales to protect him the Jedi would die.

Burin had sensed someone coming, someone angry. What he wasn't prepared for is when he was thrown against the wall and started getting yelled at for something, little spots danced in front of him and he felt a sudden channel of energy, he just had time to raise his hands putting all his anger and frustration behind the defense to not be completely roasted. He slumped over on the ground, steaming, he felt like millions of hot wires had been applied to his body.

As she felt a resistance to the attack, Thallia's first instinct was to strengthen her attack. For a moment she considered it, but in the initial burst, a good amount of her rage had flowed from her mind, and she realised that it would be best to avoid such a foolish move. She stopped the Force lightning, having no intent to slay the beast across from her, though that was largely because she was under orders not too. Instead she started pacing, waiting for the reptilian Jedi across from her to get up. As she did, she noticed the Holocron on the floor in the middle of the room. She'd been hoping that he wouldn't have bothered with it. That she could report back to Nyiss that he had no potential and have him spaced. But apparently the Force had a sense of humour, as the Holocron had obviously been activated.

[i]“So... Jedi... See anything interesting in there?”[/i] She said, motioning to the Holocron.

Burin groaned, struggling to get up shaking slightly. [i]“Don't call me that.”[/i] he said, if he was going to be tortured to death, he didn't want to be known as those failures.

[i]“Why not? Jedi?”[/i] She said, spitting the word like it was poison. [i]“Isn't that what you are? Because you are no Sith.”[/i] Ha! she thought, he'd already cast off the trappings of that weak order. But whatever he thought, she wouldn't even let him consider the idea of being Sith. One didn't become Sith overnight after all.

[i]“Maybe not, but as far as I'm concerned the Jedi are failures.”[/i] He winced as he moved his arm tenderly into a more comfortable position.

[i]“You're right. They did put up a rather pathetic fight. I hear you did too. The first Sith you ran into said you were an easy capture.”[/i] He disgusted her. He couldn't even stick to his own teachings, even when the Temple had been demolished less than twenty-four hours ago. The ship was barely ready to depart and he wanted to stop being associated with the Jedi. She raised her right arm, her hand shaped into a claw, and reached out with the Force to pick the Barabel up by the throat, pulling him into the air even as she constricted his throat.

[i]“So, failure.”[/i] She still considered him a Jedi, and if he was a Jedi, then by his logic he was a failure. [i]“What should we do with you? Because the Sith order has no place for failures.”[/i] She held him there, knowing full well that he could not reply. [i]“Shall we feed you to the beasts? Have you slaughter some innocents? Or maybe we should just throw you out the airlock and be done with it?”[/i] He looked like he wanted to say something, so she loosened her grip and let him fall to the ground.

Burin gasped for air as he fell to the ground. He hated her more than he did the Jedi, [i]“It's easier to obtain a target when one is backed up with seventeen armed troopers. The way I figure it your Sith was too scared to take me on.”[/i] he sneered, getting up to a sitting position, his throat was sore but he was not going to give her the satisfaction of knowing she caused him even more pain.

[i]“I don't particularly care Jedi. One Siths weakness is his problem. But it doesn't change the fact that you were captured. I could offer you power. Unlimited power. But you'd have to convince me you are worth the time. Are you worth my time, Jedi?”[/i] She didn't hold any hope for him in the Sith order, but a persistent minion was still useful.

Burin scowled at what she called him, still power did sound promising, but it didn't set right with Burin that he was just offered unlimited power after being electrocuted and choked. [i]“What's the catch?”[/i] he asked.

[i]“Catch?”[/i] Thallia was genuinely confused. This wasn't some kind of business deal. [i]“We aren't making a deal here lizard. Either you prove you are worth the effort to teach, or...”[/i] She raised her hands again, lightning flickering around her fingers [i]“I'll just keep doing this.”[/i] With that, she sent a another burst of lightning at him, only a second long, but enough to hurt.

Burin was ready when he saw the flicker of lightning on her fingers. He channled his anger through the force and deflected it on either side of him, though he was still hit, it wasn't as severe as it would be, [i]“Fine.”[/i] he said, wincing from the hit. [i]“Do you have any ideas on how I could prove myself or will I have to get creative?”[/i] anything was better than lightning.

[i]“Well...”[/i] She said as she thought, [i]“I think you'll have to be creative. The Sith order doesn't care for stupid minions.”[/i] She turned around to leave him, but stopped as she saw the face of another lizard waiting outside the door. What was it with her and attracting lizards! She had no patience for this one, Lord or no. [i]“Get out Lizard.”[/i] She said firmly. [i]“This one is mine. My pet. Find someone else.”[/i] She turned briefly back to the sitting form of the ex-Jedi. [i]“And please, try to die while you prove yourself. It'll save me a lot of trouble.”[/i] With that, she left, the ray shield momentarily deactivating while she stepped into the enclosed space between the bulkheads. 
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[hider=Post 25, Allanar and Xid~l~ Echo and Fallen]

The young familiar voice surprised Taia, she hadn't expected to hear it in this place. She watched his motions and tilted her head slightly, but then she realized what he was pointing to. Seeing the button she pressed it causing the energy field to dissipate leaving her cell open now. Stepping forward she took a deep breath a way to keep her emotions from escaping her. She was glad to see Xid still alive, but sad to see him in this place.

She stepped out of the cell looking down to Xid and placed her hands on his shoulders to try and calm him. [i]“I am not sure why we are here. Perhaps they wish to learn more about the Jedi and our positions and such. The Sith attacked Coruscant, we were completely unprepared, but don't worry, I am fine.”[/i] She looked Xid over thoroughly [i]“Are you ok? Did they hurt you?”[/i]

Xid felt relieved at seeing the dark skinned Jedi emerge from her cell. He was a little worried that the device might've been disabled or worse, a cruel joke. It wouldn't surprise him with the Sith because they were known for their cruelty and viciousness among other races. Xid smiled, feeling more comfortable at no longer feeling alone, and that she wasn't hurt. His smile vanished however when she asked about him. Instinctively his hand went to his shoulder, touching the scorch mark then retracted while letting out a sudden hiss.

[i]“I know, I happened across some younglings before Navi and me were hit. Navi got away, but...”[/i]

His eyes looked to the ground, thinking a moment about the younglings and wondering if they were still alive. At mention of being hurt, he noticed she looked him over as he attempted to hide the pain from his shoulder. He stepped to the side keeping his face towards her and blushing a bit, not use to the fuss over him and unable to hide it.

[i]“Only a few blast happy Imperial Troops clipped me in the shoulder, it's nothing,”[/i] Xid said in a joking tone, attempting to make light of the fact, [i]“I'd heal but it would take a lot out of me, I'd be helpless for a bit. Not a good idea while being a prisoner here. Speaking of that...why are we here? Any idea?”[/i]

He was hoping to draw the attention away from his wound, it would heal in time, though how much longer they had was yet to be determined. They had been kept alive for some reason but he doubted it was for anything good, at least in his mind. Before Taia could answer, the ray shields went up followed by the sound of something heavy being moved caused Xid's head to jerk towards the opened bulkhead doors just as a dark haired woman, her form limp, was hauled in. Soon enough she was discarded roughly upon the floor. Inside the young Padawan flinched at the sight, anger kept in check easily enough. Unlike his Master, Sela, he couldn't just forget it was there or prevent it completely. His eyes watched while they left, the thick doors closed behind them before the ray shield vanished with a another hiss. After that his feet moved of their own will and brought him towards the new cell mate, his eyes absorbed the damage.

Something had happened to her yet he wasn't sure if it was just brutal beating or merely caught like that. He wasn't even sure which notion was better in the end. His boots slapped along the way, the sounds echoed through the cell block and seemed louder when it came to him.

The first to reach the woman was another Jedi, slightly quicker and closer then Xid, he checked for a pulse letting his fingers rest upon her throat. A sigh of relief made the Padawan relax from his edginess, realized that she was alive. He didn't like the idea of a dead body and perked up when he heard her odd question. Soon enough the man introduced himself and she returned it, but the moment she tried to stand up, her balance gave away and she fell back to the floor.

[i]“Be careful, you might have a concussion,”[/i] Xid immediately said and stepped forward, his feet came closer to the pair, [i]“Does anything else feel funny or numb?”[/i]

He wasn't a healer either or at least on the standards of what most could considered proper, however he was able to heal minor physical wounds at a great amount of energy. It wasn't prefect but at least it was something.

Viera groaned again in pain as her head hit the deck a little too hard. [i]“Padawan”[/i] Allanar said, noting Xid's Padawan braid, [i]“Are you a healer? It'd be best not to leave her injuries to chance if you are.”[/i] His voice remained calm and sincere. Though he suspected Viera wouldn't frighten easily, allowing himself to show too much emotion could bring an edge of hysteria to the situation that would not help.

Xid's eyes widened a bit upon being addressed, his teeth scrapped his lip a bit before answering, [i]“Not technically on record, I've healed my Master's, Sela Zythor, wounds many times. Usually rather minor but I can try.”[/i]

He lowered to his knees, his form brought to settle beside Viera as he rested his palm against her forehead. Any place did for his healing to work but Xid felt touching the actual injury was best and did it as habit now. His eyes closed, his mind cleared letting the energy swirl and flood his mind. Where he touched left tingling and gentle warmth, which raced across the woman's flesh while his body took on the toll. His own flesh peaked a bit into a pale white as he sank deeper and deeper into the mediation. For hours he could've done this, settled and drifted in the feeling his healing caused but he knew better.

Suddenly a voice, Sela's, immediately snapped Xid back into the room. Blue eyes shot open and jerked down to look at the condition of his paitent.

Allanar had seen Force healing before, but it was always reassuring to witness such a visible display of the power of the Lightside. Viera's form seemed almost to glow as the energy restored her, and a slight smile crept onto Allanar's face as she sat up, no-longer confused but looking quite at peace. He also noticed that the Padawan who had carried out the healing suddenly looked very weak and pale. He knew he shouldn't be surprised that this was happening, such a potent use of the Force required a certain degree of personal sacrifice, but he couldn't help but be slightly shocked at how much of himself the Padawan had given to heal a Jedi he didn't know.

He let Viera rise from the ground on her own, instead placing his hand on the uninjured shoulder of the Padawan, aware that he was now weak because of what Allanar had asked of him. [i]“You gladly heal her without a thought for your own injuries. That was very noble of you.”[/i] He said. He wasn't trying to patronise, he really did mean what he said, the boy was an excellent example of what Jedi should strive for in those actions. [i]“What is your name? I am Allanar.”[/i]

Xid’s hand shifted from Viera’s head when she stood up and moved the palm against the floor, the sensation from the solid mass grounded his balance and kept the room from farther spinning around him. Control and awareness was something he still needed to work on. His efforts fueled by his desire to ensure the woman was alright, he had forgotten to keep tabs on how much energy he spent and was weakened to a dangerous degree. If it wasn’t for the voice, the memory, then likely he wouldn’t have ceased it. His kindness was a trait Sela said was admirable, mainly in a world swallowed by darkness. It also was one of many that had caused her to take him under her wing. He did have a big heart and all the other Padawans and Jedi that knew him had a sense of this.

It was a wonder Allanar’s touch didn’t knock Xid over at first, his form propped up only by his arm and that alone kept him from lying down. At this moment even a feather would have the same effect. Xid’s eyes looked, a bit confused at Allanar’s words, the thoughts of just letting her lay there or lying had never crossed his mind once. Besides… why would he do that? It wasn’t right and certainly not what Jedi’s were taught to do, the mere idea of letting another creature (or droid) suffer while he had the means to help them had made the Padawan’s insides curdle.

He felt the man was complimenting him and let a slight smirk cross his lips. His next words stated the obvious, at least to him, that he didn’t see Allanar’s words as mocking him, [i]”Well, what else could I do? I don’t want her to die after all and besides, I don’t mind and it was the least I could do. My name’s Xid Terrik. It’s nice to meet you.”[/i]

Allanar couldn't help but be impressed by the boys dedication to the Light, wether he knew it or not. It was a rare thing, even among Jedi. But he also saw how much it took out of him, and if the Sith had kept them alive now, they would likely have to endure captivity for a long time. [i]“Xid, you should rest. That was an impressive display, but obviously draining. I find it hard to ask this, but for your own sake, don't heal us too often. You need to conserve your energy. The Sith are not kind to their prisoners.”[/i] It was obvious why he hadn't been officially made into a healer at the temple. For the truly selfless, it was possible to give your entire lifeforce to save another, one of the few ways in which one could die wielding a Lightside power.

[i]“No problem,”[/i] Xid said, his body slowly shifted to the floor. Right now, he didn't have the strength or likely the means to pull himself upright and walk to his bunk, [i]“Though I can't promise anything. If the wounds are severe, I'm sorry to say that I can't let anyone just lay there and die.”[/i]

His breathing had found a steady pace again and his eyes keep on the pair, filled with a small hint of pride. Not enough to be considered vanity but more in kin with doing a good type of job. Xid managed to keep awake thankfully and likely would for some time, only his energy was spent after all. He let the cold metal chill his skin, noted how good it felt, through his expression was completely relaxed.

[i]“Of course, do not let anyone die if you can save them, but do not let yourself die either. You cannot help anyone if you are dead. I am not a healer, but perhaps I will be able to teach you something of moderation if we are kept here for too long. Now rest.”[/i] Before he could say anything more, the bulkhead door hissed open and the Ray shields one again flickered to life. This time it wasn't soldiers though, it was a Sith in full battle armor. When he spoke, the sound was electric, almost like a droids voice. [i]“You”[/i] was all he said, pointing at Allanar. Everyone else was suddenly thrown to the floor with the Force and the Sith beckoned to Allanar. Apparently with no choice, Allanar stood and approached the Sith, the various Ray shields activating and deactivating so as to let him pass and contain the other Jedi. The Sith turned and strode out into the corridor, Allanar following. As they left, the Bulkhead slammed shut and the Ray shield deactivated, leaving no trace of any disturbance at all.

All Xid could manage was a nod, his eyes started to close and let sleep overwhelm his mind. He found some comfort in the cold flooring that most seemed to overlook but it was short lived, his mind jerked back into the present. The familiar sounds of bulkhead doors and Ray Shields came to his ears and all thoughts of sleep had left him. Xid's arms pushed underneath him and slightly lifted his head off the floor just enough to see the owner: A Sith. This was actually his first time to see one, at least up close and not a hologram within the Temple archives.

A shiver trailed down Xid’s spine when the Sith pointed at Allanar, then uttered one word in his droid like voice. Suddenly weight sent the Padawan’s body flat to the floor, held there by some invisible force, while the fully geared up Sith beckoned to the Jedi. For a brief, unexpected moment, he felt a slight relief that it was the Jedi being taken instead of him. It was only a second later, Xid instantly felt disgusted by the thought. His eyes watched the man walk out calmly into the hall, the cell block instantly sealed itself shut once more.

The Force that had engulfed the whole cell released. It left its occupants in dead silence, Xid’s body already stirred to sit upright and stared at the Bulkhead. Too many questions and not enough answers filled his head. The most important one was simple and easily guessed: What would happen to Allanar? Xid’s body, still upright, curled tightly inside itself as he tried to control the worry that pulsed through him. 
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[hider=Post 26, AramisMedici]With her proximity towards the ray shields, a thought occurred to Calista: was he alive? A pang of worry shot out and through her mind at the question: she hadn't checked yet, and wasn't quite certain of his status. Dead or alive? Here maybe? Her eyes shut slowly, and she began concentrating, gently reaching out through the Force through their bond to merely reach him, nothing more. 

[i]“... Found him.”[/i] 

Calista sighed quietly in relief, her forehead now resting lightly on the barrier and a small smile forming across her face, and the worry melting away. He was here, and alive: that was no small feat given what they had all experienced hours (presumably hours: there was no way to keep track of time anymore) ago. Her fingers curled against the barrier, her relief now turning into concern. Was it really a good thing that he was alive? Here they were, on an Imperial vessel, manned by Imperial soldiers, commanded and supported by Sith. The temptation for him--them both--to fall to the Dark Side would be omnipresent for the duration of their stay onboard this ship, and that would go for the same with the rest of their fellow prisoners. And Calista didn't even want to entertain the thought of what the Sith would do if they found out about their connection. Would they stay true to the Light? Would they fall? Would they hurt him, or her to torment the other? Would they die? 

No. No, no, they were pawns. They were hardly useful dead. If the Sith wanted them dead, they could have killed them all while they were unconscious. Unless the Sith had some twisted sense of honor (Calista doubted, however, that the Sith spent all that time and effort to gather the Jedi onboard for the pure sake of systematically slaughtering them alive and cornered like rats). The thought sent a chill down her spine: they could have been killed, and never known their killer, nor the circumstances of their deaths. But she took uneasy comfort in knowing that had the Sith killed him while unconscious, it would be just like dying in his sleep: quick and painless. 

[i]“Oh, what am I thinking?! I'm going from elation of you being alive, to contemplating your death! We're not going to die!”[/i] Her mental voice rang resolutely in a rallying cry. But only a moment later, it followed up with a croak: [i]“I hope...”[/i]

She shook her head and slowly turned around to head back towards her cell. He was alive. That's all she needed to know for now. For the moment, that was good. With luck, they'd all be safe and sound back with the Republic, and no threats of falls to the Dark Side and death in the near future, so worrying about impending demises and/or turns to the Dark Side were not needed. They had each other and their fellow Jedi: that's all they needed. 

Whether that stayed true in time, however, was another matter entirely. 

With that, Calista reached her cell and pressed the red button to activate the ray shield to her cell. She sat cross legged on her bed and took a deep breath: she might as well meditate. It would ease her worries. 

[i]“There is no passion, only peace...”[/i]
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Strago watched as Xid, and Taia spoke, looking over at Allanar as well, seeing that he seemed ready to say something. However, before he could, the ray shields turned on. Strago looked at them for a moment, feeling their energy very slightly. Almost immediately after, two Imperial troopers came, and threw in a woman into the cell block with them. She seemed like she was another Jedi, and Allanar quickly moved to help her, seemingly beginning to heal her, and Xid followed very quickly. Strago aided them from a distance, using his own strengths in healing to help, but not wanting to crowd the woman despite the fact that the healing would have likely been stronger if he was. He watched as Xid began to heal her now, not stopping his own flow of the Force to Viera. Xid seemed to get weak as he did it, and Strago knew he would go to help him once Viera seemed to be well enough.

Immediately at the sound of the bulkhead door opening, Strago turned to it, his full attention drawn to it for a moment. He stared with no sign of emotion on his face as a Sith in battle armour walked in, and pointed at Allanar. Suddenly, he felt himself thrown to the floor, but he began to slowly get up, looking toward the Sith again, just watching them as Allanar went toward them, and they both left the block. He stared at the door for a few seconds, letting the silence of the room stay for a moment before looking around the room at everyone, [i]“Is everyone alright?”[/i] He asked with a slight hint of worry, but not making it that clear either. 
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Sish bared his teeth in a snarl at Thallia as she snapped at him before leaving. Arrogant little bitch... He chose to ignore Jayda's soft chuckling, staring at the Barbel. It would be so easy just to override the apprentice's orders and have his fun with this Dark Jedi...but no. He wasn't completely Sith, and thus Sish still viewed him with disdain, but neither was he a Jedi, and thus Sish didn't hate him quite as much. Eventually, he shrugged, abidding by Thallia's snapped order. Even if it stung at his pride, she was still a fellow Sith. If not much of one.

[i]“Let's leave her newest toy alone for the time being, shall we?”[/i]

Jayda's eyes narrowed as her chuckles died down and finally faded, her eyebrow rose in question. She hadn't expected him to back off so easily yet they both knew one thing. In the Sith ranks, no matter their strength, they were still alien and worthless in most eyes that sought the pure alone. Jayda found it ironic in a way. Her body twisted to follow Sish as his darted off, disappeared down the hall way and towards another cell block. Likely his mood wasn't improved by recent events, his pace echoed it. The destination wasn't a long or exhausting walk like it had been when Sish attempted to roam the wounded halls and corners to see out the conference room, their footsteps sound vibrated off the walls back to them when they drew closer. Finally they reached the cells to see another Jedi, a blond and eerily calm, walk down the hall with another Sith. Jayda and Sish moved to the side to allow the man to pass with his prisoner. Sish seemed eager when he seen the pair pass, farther driven by the earlier scorn.

Afterwards, they entered the cell just in time to hear a youth's voice begin to answer another.

[i]“Yeah, I'm alright-”[/i] the young Padawan jumped at the sound of the bulkhead doors that once more came open followed by the Ray Shields, separating the others from him. His skin already pale, he looked weak to Jayda and likely to break if either of the Sith stared at him wrong. Like a snake attracted to a rat, the young Jedi's down form caught Sish's attention.

Immediately the youth was jerked up into the air. His legs kicked and thrashed, his eyes widened in fear at what Jayda could only guess was his windpipe slowly being crushed. His face was purely in pain from the experience and Jayda felt this would be a short lived experience, a very poor one too. The Padawan, her eyes noted the thin braid near his ear, wouldn't likely last under Sish's claws.

[i]“Now that you've got something, lead the way. Unless you aim on choking the Padawan to death here in front of the other Jedi,”[/i] Jayda said coldly, her voice masked the disapproval she felt at this. As well as the fact she didn't want be witness to the death of a Jedi against Darth Nyiss's desires and forced to keep Sish alive, even to ensure he died at her own hands later on. Personally she didn't see how this was going to make her strong but orders were important to follow, mainly if an Apprentice was to stay alive.

Sish only gave a feral smile to Jayda. [i]“Tempting as it is, no. He serves a better purpose.”[/i]

Sish began to move, still held the Padawan up and within his force choke, the youth's feet still tried to find ground to allow him breath. The pair departed leaving those still there unable to do anything and merely watched Xid's eyes look at them until he disappeared from the block. For a second time, a Jedi was taken and the bulkhead doors sealed shut followed by the Ray shields that sizzled out leaving those remained waiting for that dreadful moment their turn would come. Luckily, the torture chamber was close by.

Navi: Mechanical Stowaway

Time: 00:00:01

Navi’s internal systems set the moment the bot separated from its master, its small body tossed from Xid’s back and into floor. Its legs clicked and whirled in a blur, scrambled across the temple’s red carpet quickly as it deployed its grapple hook that quickly buried itself into the stone wall. The retractable prongs flicked open, wedged in, and caused pieces of broken stone to crumble onto the floor. Almost instantly the cable tightened when the first Imperial troop’s ankle caught upon it, man sent to the ground. Navi felt the vibrations when the body hit, the grapple released immediately. The cord whipped and slid back in just as the bot was about to veer around for round two.

Navi hadn’t a chance.

Two or three blasters fired. Flashes of red rocketed to Xid, scored on the young Padawan’s shoulder then he crumbled. Its metal body tense for a moment, a leg twitched to move and nearly leapt to defend Xid’s helpless, limp form only to be brought to a halt. The Imperial troops closed in, their guns raised and ready, on its young master before one broke off and leaned down on one knee, placing a single finger on Xid’s neck.

A few seconds ticked by until a metallic confirmation came from the masked man, his hand pulled back and looked up at a fellow trooper, [i]“Lucky for you two, he’s still alive. I would’ve hated to tell our superior that instead of capture, you managed to kill a human Jedi.”[/i]

The man lifted upright then pointed to others, then back to Xid’s unconscious form. [i]“You and you, take him. He’ll be out for a while.”[/i]

[i]“Yes sir…”[/i] The men said in union, the last thing Navi heard before it darted into the nearest Temple vent.

Its legs clicked and tapped against the metal interior while its small body moved effortless through. The bot knew were to head. There was only one way to safely track and follow the Imperial Troops, at least without being seen, but it did detour the small droid for an hour. If it was lucky then it would be able to track its master down and hopefully save him before something terrible happened. Sadly the bot’s logic didn’t have much room for faith in that sort of thing. Having used the vents, outside the Jedi and even Xid’s knowledge, for quick transportation it managed to track its master despite the every twists and turns. Ventured out only when the risk of losing him was great, its small and mental form quickly scurried for the nearest crevice or debris to hide from sight then right back into another vent opening.

Time: 02:15:50

Many, many Jedi were gathered in place. From what Navi could tell, they all were alive and was transported into shuttles. Almost instantly the droid spotted Xid’s limp and crumbled form dumped in among the others before the craft started to hum to life, the thrusters glowed in a light blue at the rear. There was little time as the droid rushed through the landscape of chaos and destruction towards the landing gear. Fast thinking, it scrambled up the slot where one of the landing gear came from, barely missed being crushed from the doors that closed behind its retreating body.

It was there… in darkness and cramped space did the little droid sit there. Its internal clock ticked, minute by minute, the shuttle’s hull vibrated all around, that seemed almost torturous to the bot’s mind. Any moment the it expected to be found yet nothing came. No sound of an alarm or give away it was about to be ejected, just the roared thrusters dulled by the thick steel. Slowly, its system temporarily powered down for a brief rest.

Time: 04:37: 10

The little droid was woken up by the loud blare of the shuttle that docked into the Hâsk. The outside rattled and shook, seemed like an earth quake had erupted around Navi as its systems came alive. Its eyes swayed, peered through the darkness before it rose to its little feet. Swiftly it moved from its perch, the gear hissed and bent to prop up the ship in the docking. Navi climbed higher to suction to the compartment's top where it waited beofre it edged its way out. Its eyes took in the sight.

Bodies moved, Imperials tossed Jedi upon repulsed stretchers then began to haul them towards a single exit. To one side, one of the few that stood in one spot, were two figures. They neither helped or guarded, their lips moved in conversation while the words were too far to make out. The Jedi were being moved to a single exit but it was too risky. Too many guards and eyes, the droid didn’t want to risk being discovered or killed. It would mean to forfeit its master’s freedom or worse, his life. There was only one option: to hide within the hanger and find another way to Xid. So many Jedi, it was difficult to know for sure if its master was among them for certain, the droid moved from its hiding spot to another. An old crate, likely filled with supplies or essentials became its cover while it ducked and weaved. The movements thankfully went unnoticed in the buzz of activity as Navi found a shaft just its size then quickly slipped in until everything would go silence.

Unknown to anyone (Navi hoped anyway)…the prison ship, Hâsk, had a stow away! 
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