[hider=Post 29, Rtron & FallenReaper | Sish, Xid, and Jayda]

The Trandoshan didn't know if he would have been able to hold the youth in the air much longer. He tossed the human on the rack, allowing Xid to breathe again, and kept a sharp claw pressed against his throat while the lizard secured him to the device. Just in case the Jedi decided he wanted to be defiant. Unlikely, but still a possibility. And, admittedly, the Trandoshan hoped the Jedi would try something. Anything. Just an excuse to be a bit more...rough with the questioning.

Xid felt his back slam into the rack, his throat released and allowed the air to rapidly fill his lungs with a loud gasp. His throat raw and sore, inhaled deeply but nearly choked on the air itself. That's when the claw pressed into his neck, his heart thumped in an unsteady pace and threatened to leap from his chest. His arm was raised to one side then secured it, his eyes wary of the Trandoshan's muzzle as the Sith fastened the final piece. Xid flinched and bit back a yelp when his wounded arm was moved, almost attempted to jerk it out of the clawed hand.There was fear, despite everything he tried to stay calm, clearly in his eyes.

Stepping back, Sish gave a smile at the captive. [i]“Here's how this is going to work. I'm going to ask a question about the Republic's defenses, Jedi temple locations, and battle plans,”[/i] Which were pretty much the only things he cared about, [i]“and you're going to tell me something in reply. Before we begin, however, tell me. Have you ever known what it feels like to have a lightsaber carve into your flesh? Felt Force Lightning? Been clawed? Had any bones broken?”[/i] It was always better when they had never felt the pain before. And, he wanted to watch the Jedi squirm before the true test began.

Xid listened to the creature's demands but said not a word. His fists balled up as the bindings bit into his flesh unable to begin to answer the questions, made it very clear his experience in torture was a zero. The closest was both a droid blast and Imperial Troops fire, the most recent still stuck as a wound on his shoulder. Finally he managed to find the words, [i]“I'm only a Padawan...why would you think I would be entrusted with stuff like that?”[/i]

Sish's smile grew bigger, more predatory, even before Xid spoke. Fear. It was etched in the boy's every feature. This was going to be even more fun than he thought. [i]“You want the truth? I don't particularly care if you know anything. I'll drag anything you know out of you, slowly and painfully if need be, and eventually break you. It's entirely personal and based on my hate of the Jedi and everything you stand for, I assure you.”[/i] Idly, Sish flicked on his lightsaber, the bronze blade illuminating Xid. [i]“Now, let's begin shall we? What do you know of Republic defenses? Weaknesses? Strengths? Positioning?”[/i]

[i]“Why do you hate us?”[/i] Xid didn't mean for the question to slip form his lips as it hit the air, his eyes fixed on the light saber. Naturally he had ignored the questions, for his own personal reasons. It was looking more and more likely he wasn't going to make it out of this intact, even if he gave the Sith what he wanted. It wasn't hard to tell the Trandoshan liked the fact he was scared or the fact by the simple act of switching on his lightsaber had made him flinch.

Again, he wouldn't give the Sith the answers he wanted, [i]“ I don't know anything...”[/i]

Sish didn't respond and kept smiling. His lightsaber flicked forwards, piercing flesh but stopping just short of reaching the bone in Xid's cheek. [i]“I don't believe you.”[/i] Likely to the boy's relief, the lightsaber was turned off. [i]“Why do I hate you? Think about it.”[/i] A claw tapped Xid's temple, as if helping him along. [i]“You claim to be peacekeepers of the Galaxy, the only ones who can. Yet, you're unnatural. You resist emotions everything must feel. At best you shut out most of your emotions. At worst you are no better than droids. How can you be peacekeepers if you don't know how people feel? What's worse, you claim this makes you strong.”[/i] The claw began pressing harder into the boy's temple, drawing blood. It kept pressing.

[i]“A fact that has clearly been proving wrong by the sacking of your temple and the subsequent mass extinction of all life on the planet. Imagine, would you, the fear. The terror. The hate. They trusted you and your kind, and you failed them. Your failure caused their deaths.”[/i] He dragged the claw downwards, leaving a bloody chasm all the way down to Xid's chin. [i]“I'll ask again. What do you know of the Republic's defenses?”[/i]

Pain seared into his senses, followed the raw cooking of his flesh when the Sith's lightsaber dart lightly against his cheek. The boy struggled down a howl, his wrists strained against the bindings, pulled only so far then ceased. His eyes widened and turned back to Sish, the hissed words caused his spine to shiver. The light of the weapon died, gone was the dim light that covered his face but that wasn't the end of it. Xid head tried to turn away as the claw pressed to his temple. The point burried itself into the skull, seemed on the verge to crack it open, while the Sith's words filled his ears.

His teeth bit his tongue to hold back the scream, managed to hold it to a whimper when the claw dug deeper then skirted down his face. It left a stinging followed by the warmth of his own blood that dripped down his white skin, the wide wound nearly missed his eye. This time he jerked and attempted to pull away from the Trandoshan, his voice insisted, clearly in pain, [i]“I don't know anything! Please...I've not done anything to you, why?!?”[/i]

Sish chuckled as he saw the boy suffering. Good. He deserved to suffer. It was his decision to down the lies and the weakness they taught him. Now he was being truly trained. He would purge the weakness from his body, or he would die. Simple as that. Preferably, he would last a long while before becoming strong. Who knows how strong the other Jedi might be? As Xid screamed, Sish grinned. [i]“You're lying.”[/i] He placed a clawed hand on Xid's shoulder. The one that he had seen the Padawan flinching at whenever it was moved. [i]“I could I say I want to believe you. But I don't. True, you haven't done anything to me. But you simply have the bad luck of representing everything I hate.”[/i]

Xid's head jerked towards the Sith, his cry died down as the creature's muzzle continued to smirk. The alien seemed to get some sick and demented pleasure from his pain. Each display seemed to cause more as blood oozed from the inflicted wounds, his words repeated again. How did he know? Was he guessing or just tried to find an excuse to hurt him? Xid didn't know, deep down he felt the answer was best left alone. The clawed hand moved, pressed along his Padawan outfit up to the shoulder where it lingered.

The hand suddenly clenched on Xid's shoulder, the claws going through the thin fabric until they reached flesh. They only stopped when Sish could have ripped out a chunk of Xid's shoulder with a strong pull. [i]“I'm going to ask you one more time.”[/i] Sish said casually, grinding his claws together inside of Xid's shoulder. [i]“Then, I start playing much less nicely. What do you know of Republic Defenses?”[/i]

He let out a blood curling scream then. The fabric torn from the sharp claws, their tips dug deep and pierced through the flesh. A fresh burn washed over him. His body jerked from the infliction, his arms pulled upwards, tugged at the bindings to arch his back away. Mind saw only red in the moment. The color filled him and seemed to drown him, the sticky fluid soaked into his remaining robes. Again, the Sith asked his question.

Grunted through his teeth, Xid again repeated his answer, [i]“Please, just stop... I don't know...Ahhhh!”[/i]

Sish smiled. [i]“I was hoping you'd say that.”[/i] It was pathetic that the Jedi was begging already. Jayda had never done anything near the sort. Then again, she was also a Zabrak and driven by hate. This human boy was...soft. The claws withdrew from his shoulder, stained crimson, and rose to the forearm of the boy. Grasping Xid's forearm, Sish spoke one more time. [i]“Continue lying as long as you want. I can do this far longer than you can, and I imagine I gain more pleasure out of it.”[/i] Then, he squeezed. It really didn't take long. Not as long as Jayda's did. The bone snapped like a twig beneath his claws. Sish let go, if only for a moment.

The lightsaber came into play once more, hovering an inch above Xid's nose. It pressed down, slowly going through flesh before stopping when Sish spoke again. [i]“What do you know of the Republic defenses?”[/i]

Again the air left Xid's lungs, his screams louder then before. It surrounded the room while the very cracking of his left filled his ears. The muscle bruised as he lost slight feeling in the limp, it dangled uselessly from the shackle. The twin bones pressed together then gave under the Tranoshan's strength. His throat had began to feel raw and dry, hurt from all his yells. His face was jerked up to look into the bright yellow eyes, almost monstrous, while the low hum of the lightsaber blade came into play. His scalp burned from the hair roots nearly pulled out as his face was dowsed in the bronze color. For what felt like the tenth time, Xid yelled when the blade pressed down seemed to burn a hole where his face was!

[i]“Noooo, I don't know anything...”[/i] He bellowed, panicked and braced against the fire that licked up his face. He was going to die, he realized. In a long, painful way.

Sish continued pressing down with the lightsaber. He stopped short of having the nose cut off...but Xid had a new indent in the bridge of his nose, blackened and charred. The smell filled the air, causing Sish's smile to grow wider. He removed the lightsaber, switching it off once more. [i]“This can all end if you'd just tell me what you know about the Republic's defenses.”[/i] A complete and utter lie. Even if he had ways to prove that the Jedi wasn't lying to save his skin, he wouldn't just stop because the Jedi told him the truth. That would be ridiculous.

The young Padawan breathed again when he felt the heat lifted. The buzz killed as the Sith shut off his weapon once more, his nose still burned from the contact and filled with newly fried flesh. Somehow, Xid didn't believe the Tradoshan's words. Maybe it was prejudice or the look in the lizard like eyes, but something told him this was only the start. Besides, he couldn't. Too much depended on his silence and the fact the Sith was torturing him, it only told him deep inside to keep his denial. That's when he noted movement from the corner of his eyes. His head jerked, sweat poured down his skin and caused his hair to cling to his forehead, to see the Sith turn a wheel and quickly his arms shot higher.

Sish began to turn the wheel on the rack, stretching Xid out. He didn't stop until he heard the dual pops of Xid's shoulders' dislocating. Stepping in front of the Padawan, he raised a clawed hand. [i]“Tell me what you know of the Republic's defenses, or you'll find out what electrocution feels like.”[/i]

Pop, pop! His shoulders jerked from their sockets, a new cry erupted from his mouth and again filled the room. His body was shaking from the rack that pulled his arms too far over his head to be natural. Only skin held his limps to his body now, the ligaments twisted and pulled up send pain pulsed through his senses like venom. Slowly then increased into overwhelming agony. His head begged for it all to stop. His eyes turned to the other creature, a Zabrak he judged by her horns, leaned against the far wall. She stood there, his eyes called to her yet she only watched it all happened. Never lifted a finger or told the Sith to stop it.

Why didn't she stop this? He knew the answer, even when he asked himself the question.

That's when Sish's claws look ready to flay him alive. The Padawan braced himself. His head tucked into the hollow skin, a weak attempt to protect his face and eyes from the blast. The youth's voice sounded more exhausted then before, once again repeated his answer, [i]“I can't tell you what I don't know!”[/i]

Rather than the expected bolt of lightning, Sish spoke. [i]“Don't think she will help you. She's stronger than you. Far stronger. And the strong do not help the weak. That is simply making the weak weaker. The strong rules the weak. Forcing the weak to adapt, become strong. For who wants to be ruled all their lives? Which is something you Jedi don't seem to understand. It is the nature of the Galaxy to struggle, to fight, to die, to grow stronger. You and your Republic seem to like stopping the nature of the Galaxy. To allow it to stagnate. Which is why it was so easy to butcher your precious Coruscant and leave nothing more than another Malachar V behind us.”[/i]

Sish stepped to the boy, his claw pressing against the still bleeding temple once more. [i]“Before I punish you for lying to me again, tell me something. How does it feel to know you're the reason an entire planet was butchered?”[/i]

Xid's eyes had lingered over something he found uncomfortable, the charred clothing and evidence of a light saber wound. It was better to focus with his sympathy towards the Zabrak then his own pain, to use her wound to tear away from the fact some Sith, for no reason, was slowly killing him. The ache in his dislocated shoulders had dulled slightly with dim flickers of pain, once in a while flared up when he moved. The creature didn't understand what it meant to be a Jedi as he uttered the difference between strong and weak. Xid thought if this was strength then he was better off dead. Cruelty wasn't strength and his eyes fluttered back to Tradoshan's point that they were easy to butcher... if that was a fact, then why did his apprentice bare evidence of otherwise?

Xid's body flinched when the Sith touched him again, the tip started into the flesh again. The boy's eyes stared back for a moment, fighting the pain that pulsed into his brain and tried to keep the whimper from his voice, [i]“It seems she bears evidence that not all of them went down without a fight. I'm not lying...how can I make you see that?”[/i]

Sish sighed. [i]“I did not say the weaklings didn't fight. I said it was easily butchered. Even Gnathgrg fight when cornered and faced with certain death. And they can cause wounds. But they still die, in the end. It's an inevitability. And how can you make me see that? Hmm. I don't think you can. But if you want to feel better about this whole ordeal, just keep repeating to yourself 'the Force works in mysterious ways'. I'm sure it'll feel true to you eventually.”[/i] Without warning, he unleashed the Force lightning he'd threatened. Straight through the claw pressed against Xid's temple.

[i]“AAAAHHHHHHHHHH,”[/i] came Xid's scream as the bolts licked up the inside of his head.

His body seized in on itself, muscle instinctive and tightened in an unforgiving manner. The smell combined with the coppery taste of blood, his tongue had a chuck taken from it as his teeth clenched down, bled into his mouth. Eyes rolled up into the back of his head while his body danced from the pain. The skin stretched and tugged from his vicious movements, the ligaments seemed to have torn and wear from the moving weight. Xid couldn't say anything farther. It felt like his throat had closed up, leaving him helpless and burnt. Smoke started to rise, muscles seemed to be about cooked from the inside out.

A small cough followed by Jayda's voice broke out, [i]“Sish, you're going to kill him the longer you do that... I don't feel like defending you against Darth Nyiss just because you over indulged in your fun. He's not a Zabrak, humans can't take that much voltage, especially a Padawan of that age.”[/i]

Sish glanced at her, continuing for a few moments before stopping. Reluctantly. [i]“You're right. We'd best keep him alive for now.”[/i] The Trandoshan lessened the tightness of the rack, likely giving a relief from pain to Xid. He grabbed the broken forearm in a tight grasp, before undoing the bonds that held Xid to the rack. [i]“I think we're done for now. Perhaps you'll be more...talkative the next time we meet.”[/i] Dragging the Padawan by his broken forearm, and pointedly having his lightsaber active and ready, Sish returned Xid to his cell with the other Jedi, tossing in the Padawan like a discarded toy.

[i]“I sincerely hope one of you can heal.”[/i] With that, he left, gesturing for Jayda to follow him. 

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[hider=Post 30, Jayda, Sish and Jewel ~|~ Fallen, Rtron and Echo]

Jayda had paused, her eyes watched the Padawan a moment longer just to spot the faint breathing. His arms twisted about his body, unnatural enough that the Jedi would be blind not to see they were dislocated and still hung there. The bone pressed against the thin skin, created an unsettling budge. She twisted away from the shivering boy as she moved quickly behind Sish.

Her boots clipped the grating, the click echoed through the bulkheads and back to her. Her eyes upon the retreated Sish, the doors hissed shut behind her, kept both the Jedi and the Sith apart. It could be seen as either a relief or taunt depending on the state of mind. She didn't agree with the Trandoshan's methods, the victim came too close to plainly dying in the interrogation room which would've caused unfortunate domino effect. One she didn't want to experience ever. Her head turned to her shoulder, spied what the Padawan had mentioned then attempted to roll it. Jayda bit back a hiss with her teeth. She managed to make a full rotation despite the stiff that grew in her muscles and hurt that stung her. It meant she would need to attend to her wound at some point but now wasn't the time.

Sish stopped, flicking off his lightsaber, and turned to Jayda. His claws were still bloody from their marking on Xid, and he didn't seem to notice. Doubtful he would have cared either. For a few moments, he just stared, scrutinizing. One could think he was examining her wound, to see if she was okay. They would be completely wrong of course. But it was a nice fantasy, if only for a moment. [i]“Let me ask you a question, apprentice of mine. You're here for one reason, and one reason alone. To kill me. We both know it. And the only way for you to kill me is for you to grow stronger than me. And the only way for that to happen is for you to learn how to be stronger from me. Which brings me to my question. How can torturing a Jedi make you stronger?”[/i]

His head tilted, and he waited. There was nothing hostile in his manner, strangely enough, just what appeared to be idle curiosity.

Jayda knew better. Sish didn't know kindness, even after she had accepted his offer the Trandoshan had still expected her to clean herself up and tend to her festered wounds. He merely unbound her enough to make it easier then tossed the supplies upon a table. So his eyes that wandered over to her wound had placed up alarm bells, her head jerked in his direction and bared teeth for a moment. It could've been viewed as over reaction but not for her.

Naturally his words seemed to have came out of her mind. Her eyes blinked a bit at him, for a moment wondered if he had some mental ability he failed to show before. Or he knew his Apprentice far too well. His head looked her over, her word chosen carefully, [i]“Yes, that question crossed my mind... but I fail to see how it can. The weak would only get stronger or die as you've often said.”[/i]

Her face was calm and blank on the outside, however her body was spring loaded at any movement Sish dared to make. Personally she would've ignored his philosophical ramblings but this time, it satisfied her curiosity.

He only gave a smile at her bared teeth. She was learning. Good. But she still had a ways to go before she was ready. How long that was remained to be seen. Rather than directly answering her question, and ignoring the screams of another jedi, he spoke once more. [i]“There are three types of strength. Physical, Mental, and Emotional. We already know you're physically strong. Mentally has been partially proven as well. Even some of your emotional strength has been shown. But, on to your question. Of the three strengths, torturing an enemy primarily uses emotional strength. If you can't stomach torturing Jedi, your weakness will show. And the other Sith will leap upon that, and use it to tear you apart. Any weakness really.”[/i]

[i]“I'm simple. I'm not conniving, I don't sneak, I don't seek to slaughter my other Lords to gain more power. To beat me, all you have to do is fight me and kill me. The others, however, are much more...subtle. They'll use Emotional weakness. They'll use mental weakness. They'll use any tiny foothold they can to bring you down and kill you. You're competition. You're a stepping stone on the path to power. So while the Torture helps the Jedi, the weak, it also helps you. If you can stand to torture them, emotions like compassion and pity and mercy will be reined in. Not completely killed, for that would be too close to what the Jedi do, but locked away when necessary. For the others can and will use it against you. And that's not even starting with the manipulation.”[/i]

Part of Jayda wanted to roll her eyes at his usual logic, disgusting as it was true. The Sith only lived to grow in power and used anyone they deemed worth it before discarding them away. It was the basic system she had learned in the Sith: there was not such a thing as loyalty, not true loyalty anyway. In her own preference she rather live through someone else's power, to see them strive and overcome all others, that was more suitable to. Now she was stuck with her brother's murderer as a master, without any redeeming qualities in her eyes as she walked behind him. Jayda had forced the discomfort upon hearing the Jedi's screams to a low, dull protest. Yet it was still there, despite her willing for it to be gone. She was neutral in nature after all and killing it completely was impossible, even with her Jedi training. Ironic that now, this deep into Sith training, she still had trouble conforming like in her past.

[i]“Manipulation is part of the Sith's world, I've learned that. I don't need to be lectured on it.”[/i] she spoke simply, [i]“Though if you're not careful, someone might end up using your weakness instead. All they need is just one slip up and if I hadn't stopped you, that Padawan would've been killed, if he's not dead already, leaving you in a nasty position to explain. Intelligence was clear with the Darth's orders and not all Jedi can heal... You should've taken him to the medical wing to be certain he lived.”[/i]

She took a deep breath, attempted to pull from unneeded concern. Most of it was due to her edginess at being upon ship she wasn't familiar with, [i]“Speaking of which, if you're done turning me into you then I'll take my leave and leave you to your own company. As for being killed, I don't intend going before you and do as I'm told, but keep in mind: It won't be like you.”[/i]

Unless Sish stopped her, Jayda had began to turn off towards the Medical Bay and intended to fix her injury. An exposed wound was like a dinner to predators, a weak and easy meal, something she certainly wasn't.

Sith Lord Jewel Namore had been watching Sish and Jayda's 'interrogation' of the Jedi padawan through the rooms surveillance via her personal holonet link, and frankly, it disgusted her. It was obvious to anyone with half a brain that the Lizard didn't really care about the real objectives of this operation, he was far too consumed in inflicting pain for pains sake. Granted, that sort of thing was enjoyable from time to time, but right now it was just wasteful. Apparently at least his apprentice had the presence of mind to keep the Jedi alive, though whether she had any other redeeming qualities was yet to be ascertained.

It hadn't been hard to gather information on this particular Sith Lord when he had come aboard the ship, and within minutes she'd found something she could use against him. He was obsessed with strength, and in particular making his apprentice strong. Apparently he'd applied similar methods of torture to his Apprentice for four years prior to her accepting the invitation to the Sith order. And ever since then, Imperial Intelligence had recorded the several attempts to kill him that she had made. It was quite fascinating, and potentially very useful. Jewel had many reasons to want to kill Sish, and his recent display had just added to her hate for him. Not only did he deserve to die for being a filthy lizard, but he was wasteful too. People like him blocked far more deserving, far purer people from becoming Sith of any power.

She'd preemptively gone to the Med-bay, just in case she needed to order the Jedi saved after Sish's ravaging, and was monitoring the prison cells holo-feed as Jayda entered behind her.

Jayda hadn't expected anyone to be within the Medical bay, at least not another Sith, as the Zabrak eyed the woman's back. She had a feeling she knew where the Sith was looking and her eyes hovered, briefly, over to the display screens. True enough, it was the Jedi cells. She noticed the Padawan's still form on the cell floor, from the way his arms hung limply at his side and the odd shape his shoulders were that screamed the familiar cries of pain and misery. She'd been there for four years. Helpless, starving, and worse, on the brink of death as she attempted to survive to the next night. Her expression still cold, she turned towards the medical staff on hand.

The first orderly, female from what Jayda could tell and likely smell, came forward with a sober face and seemed almost more droid like then bot itself. The woman's eyes looked to Jayda's wound then pointed to the droid. It withdrew a spray from one of the metal cabinets before it sprayed it on, the wound slowly began to knit itself back together then vanish in front of her. The Zabrak merely nodded as the woman turned on heel, likely to attend to another matter. Without a word, Jayda made back towards the exit with one thing on her mind: To clear it. The only way that worked effective was through combat mediation and practice, a trait kept from her past. Unlike her father or brother, Jayda couldn't stay still to calm and collect her emotion. At least in a healthy way that didn't end up with her turning them off completely.

She shook her head, not wanted to relive the past as she pushed slightly quicker to the door then exited it.

Jewel noticed Jayda looking over her shoulder for a moment, and caught the fleeting expression that crossed her face at seeing the tortured Jedi. Jayda received the Kolto for her wound and then swiftly left, going in the direction of the combat room. Jewel said a few words to the medical orderlies, telling them to monitor the padawan and intervene if the Jedi didn't heal him. He'd probably need a few days in a Kolto vat if he didn't get any other help. With that matter taken care of, she walked out of the room and followed Jayda to the combat room. She had plans for the Apprentice, but she had to make sure the impure alien was up to the task.

Upon arriving at the combat room, she stopped at the door and watched Jayda for a few moments. The Apprentice seemed to be engaging in some kind of meditation, one that looked far too smooth for the kind Sith usually practiced. That, and a Sith meditating was an obvious well of Darkside energy, something that was not present in the room. It was curious, but also slightly disturbing. Jewel would initiate her test in a way Sish had most likely never thought of. She gathered the shadows about her and concealed her presence in the Force, even blurring the edges of her visible form and took her lightsaber from her belt. Stepping softly behind Jayda and raising her unactivated Lightsaber. Once raised, she used the Force to trip the internal activator and swing the blade the short distance towards Jayda's neck.

Jayda's eyes had been closed, her emotions swirled about her mind like dark clouds that threatened to overcome her focus. They tingled and flowed, in a sense so intuned with her blood that became part of her. Back and forth, it rolled as her mind gathered them into a center, a ball of sorts, then slowly flithered them in a fixed point. Her heart. Smell and hearing listened for the slightest sound or scent to cross her attention, They extended within the room like a sixth sense. Her control and mind sharpened to a point it felt surreal.

As Jewel drew close, her scent had already wafted over to Jayda's keen nose. It smelt of feminine and darkness, yet her body continued in its movements. Best allow the stalker approach and get a sense of her direction, the faint soft step echoed in Jayda's mind while the smell grew stronger. Closer...closer, the Sith drew towards her back then stopped. That all she needed to reaction.

Her eyes flickered open as her hand whipped for her lightsaber, the blade popped alive with a low hum and a purple color. It whipped about to rest at Jewel's neck while her other hand rose to protect her own, the light saber hilt likely touched the palm at the same moment her weapon came out. It stopped short of intending to kill her.

[i]“You need to work on your stealth...”[/i] came Jayda's simple answer, [i]“to be honest, I'm only a Zabrak and you should be better than this.”[/i]

[i]“Impressive”[/i] Was all Jewel said in reply. She stepped back, keeping her weapon in between her and the Zabrak as she circled around to the centre of the room. She wouldn't rise to the taunts of the apprentice. She was confident in her stealth abilities, which she had not fully employed here, and would not. It was better if those around her underestimated her. [i]“Now, are you prepared to defend yourself? I am eager to see if you can last.”[/i] She raised her purple Lightsaber above her head in her right hand, the ready stance of Juyo. At the same time, she brought forth a fraction of her stored Hate, letting it build within her while she physically relaxed.

Jayda watched the Sith woman pull back, her weapon held between them as she circled about to the room's center. Her purple lightsaber raised up and readied, in a stance Jayda wasn't completely familiar with. She uttered a challenge that the Zabrak should've declined but her pride and the eagerness to ease her restlessness were far greater. Jayda took a breath before her hand held out, her forced tossed her lightsaber into her palm where it closed and readied. Her eyes sought the woman's. Hate, intense and madden, it swam in the irises as if to burn it up from the pure emotion. No fear showed in Jayda when she sank into the eyes and readied herself in a defensive stance of Soresu.

Jewel noted her opponents defensive stance momentarily but quickly leapt into her attack anyway. She covered the ground between them with a quick Force assisted leap, bringing her Lightsaber around for a swift one handed strike at Jayda's side. She expected it to be blocked and prepared to repeat the swing with more strength straight after.

Jayda's wrists tightened as it took the blade's impact, the blades hissed and flickered like angry serpents. Her breath stilled for a moment, her body not allowed Jewel a second strike, moved in closer, using both her speed and strength into play, with a slash aimed at the inside thigh. However Jayda kept her guard up, readied to flip back into Soresu at a moment's notice.

Unable to complete her second strike, Jewel sensed the incoming attack directed to her leg and leaped above it with another Force assisted jump. At the same time, she twisted around in mid air, again using the Force to speed her movement and with it, her Lightsaber. Still holding it only in her right hand, she angled it toward Jayda's shoulder, the blade reaching the intended location as her feet once again touched the ground.

Jayda watched Jewel jump up, her body twisted in mid-air while she brought her blade up again. It clashed as her shoulder pulled back, her right foot stepped forward and hilt brought up with one hand to push Jewel's lightsaber off its mark. Where her shoulder had been moments ago. Her other hand, the free one, slashed out with long, clawed nails to slice at the Sith's face side upon landing.

Her stroke once again countered in the nick of time, Jewel saw the clawed hand of the apprentice reaching towards her. She kept the downwards momentum of her landing, ducking down to avoid the attack while kicking out with her right leg at the knee of the Zabrak. She swept her Lightsaber around at the Zabraks other knee in a wide arc as she recovered from the deflection of her previous strike. She supported her manoeuvres with her left hand, balancing herself as soon as she was low enough to touch the ground with it.

The moment Jayda didn't feel the warmth of blood and flesh under her nails, the Zabraks eyes shifted to notice the woman's leg flip out at her knee. Her foot jerked back, bring the knee downward and hit the floor hard. She barely flinched when the foot hit while her mind focused the force with a flick of her hand, attempting to stop the blade from reaching her knee as Jayda's body leaned back to place distance between her opponent and herself. Her expression had remained calm and almost cold, unfazed by the battle's events while her mind placed another move.

Jewel felt the satisfying thunk of the Zabraks knee against her foot, seeing the apprentice fall to her knee as the leg was swept from under her. Moments later, she also felt the force push strike her. She resisted it just long enough to bring the blade close to Jayda's knee, searing the fabric of her clothing before Jewel let the attack overwhelm her. She rolled backwards and came up into a ready stance once more. For a moment, she let her Hate and anger show externally, purging the passion of battle from her mind to her body, a snarl forming on her face and her muscles tensing. Her mind clear of the battle fog, she took the moment to speak [i]“I commend you for your control, apprentice. But you could be so much stronger. Tell me what it is you want most!”[/i] She knew the answer already, but she wanted to provoke Jayda.

Jayda had tensed visibly at the furious display, her blade readied for another attack only to watch the woman stand. Her body and mind seemed to clear it away during her compliment. Slowly and cautiously, the Zabrak lifted upright with eyes peered deeply into the woman's, noting the lacking emotions for combat. [i]“You're not the only one that said that to me and what I desire, you can not give me.”[/i]

Her light saber flickered off and sat in her, guarded to be brought up again incase the woman attempted a dirty blow. She wasn't against others, herself rarely resorted to it, using such tactics. Power didn't mean fairness after all.

Jewel was amused by the answer, and choose her next words carefully, though still quickly. She was used to battles of words, and had become skilled at not showing when she was picking words for effect. [i]“So swift to cast aside aid? Do you really think you can achieve Vengeance on your own? You have no power. You are not Jedi. You are not Sith. You will never defeat Sish.”[/i] She remained in her ready stance, prepared to bring her hate to the fore again and defend against anything the apprentice might do.

The Zabrak paused, her head shook at what she thought was the Sith's attempt to provoke her. It didn't help her mediation was interrupted and stray anger started to gather, her eyes closed for a moment. Once again her mind focused on those swirls and slowly, properly tucked them away for a moment. Her body relaxed. [i]“If I wasn't a Sith, then why am I not dead? As for how I complete my goal, I will find a way and besides, why would you care? Or help other than to lay blame for the death of a Sith at my feet, ending my life.”[/i]

Her hand returned her saber to her waist as she waited the answers she sought. She wasn't careless enough to just toss her rage or feelings around. It served little purpose or reason, other then make a mockery out of her and chaos in the end. Rage, as powerful as it was, held no benefit if not controlled.

Jewel couldn't help but laugh internally at the Naivete of the apprentice across from her. [i]“You are alive for the same reason the Jedi are. You truly don't understand our world do you? You don't understand the Sith code. All you have seen is your Master, and you see our world through his eyes. Being Sith is not about anger, or hate. Passion, yes, but control in all things. Control of yourself and those around you. I would help you because I wish to see your master dead. He is a disgrace to our order, he has no control, and he is a filthy alien. You at least look human, but he should never have been allowed into our order.”[/i] She stopped for a moment, centering herself. The mere thought of such impure being calling themselves Sith was abhorrent to her and one of the few things that risked her losing control.

[i]“I would show you how to control your hate, as I do. Only by using your emotions will you defeat Sish.”[/i] She waited, remaining in her ready with her Lightsaber activated. She would only turn it off when she left the room.

Jayda considered the offer, her mind pondered the ideals and possibilities. Yet, deep inside she had a nasty feeling she would fail as she had with her father's own teachings. To always be stuck in a place no one else could understand or reach, unable to find a calm without being empty or flooded with emotion without control. It was a losing battle for her in the end. At least being manipulated, the only possible explanation this woman would consider this offer to her, she would grow in one area her master lacked. That alone was important.

[i]“Very well, let's see how far you will take me...”[/i] Jayda answered then twisted about to leave the room. Then she added one last thing, then left, [i]“I only hope in the end, you don't realize you've bitten off more then you can handle.”[/i]

Jewel didn't reply as the Zabrak turned and left. She didn't need to. She'd given away enough of her hand already. Instead she just watched Jayda leave and lowered her weapon, deactivating as she did so. Her plan was in motion now. Whether it succeeded or not, she'd be rid of one more alien in the Sith order. As she left the combat room she placed her weapon back on her belt and casually walked towards the prison blocks. 
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Unlike many others, Kinsa wasn't the kind of Jedi who would just sit idle and wait for their untimely end to come. She paced around her cell, examining every little detail, and attempting to find something even the slightest bit faulty about the design... But it was hard. This was the first time she felt Sith were all around her, and the feeling was the sort that would suffocate her thoughts slowly.

So after a while of pacing, she sat down on the floor, lightly slapping her forehead time and time again, muttering [i]“Ugh! Think, Kinsa, think!”[/i]

After Jayda left, Sish gave a smile then turned in the direction of the Jedi Cells. There were, after all, many more Jedi that he could 'talk' to and he didn't want to keep the waiting. Deciding to amuse himself, he chose a cell randomly. After all, even if he chose the one he had slung Xid into, there was always more Jedi to torture. No conversations with the guards about who was where, just walked up to a cell, opened the door, and force choked the first sentient he saw. Which happened to be a Twi'lek, slapping her forehead. Carrying the Twi'let to the torture cell(through the same means as he did Xid) Sish strapped her to the rack as well, before smiling a predatory smile at her.

[i]“I'm going to ask you a simple question. If I think you're lying, I'll cause you pain to make you tell me the truth. Let's begin, shall we? What do you know of the Republic's defenses and battle plans?”[/i]

Apparently Kinsa was too slow at thinking her situation through, as out of nowhere, a Sith walked up to her, and just as she tensed up and attempted to climb to her feet, she felt a rough pressure on her throat, followed by pain and a slight feeling of weightlessness as she was lifted by the Sith's force choke. She couldn't focus, as the pain kept corrupting her logical reasoning, and instead she brought her hands up to her neck in a primitive attempt to rip the offensive hands away, even though she knew that the hands weren't there at all.

Thankfully, it was over just before she lost consciousness, and she was put on a rack.

'Ah...' She thought, panting heavily for a couple seconds as she looked around. She saw... Instruments, tools capable of great pain. Yeah... She was neck deep in a big mess right now.

She looked at the Sith just in time for his predatory smile, and she raised an eyebrow, struggling lightly against the harnesses and cuffs.

[i]“The Republic's defenses and... Battle plans? You... Should know about these... Things yourself,”[/i] She replied, catching her breath for a short while. [i]“Seems like all your boasting is just bark. I know nothing of the Republic's Plans, but they're bond to be pretty desperate after what you savages did on Coruscant. Desperate action is unpredictable action, Sith.”[/i]

The sole thought of Coruscant unsettled Kinsa, yet she reminded herself of her training and managed to keep herself in check and not show any weakness.

Sish shrugged. [i]“That is only one planet. Well, was. It's more of a burned out shell where thousands were butchered. A new Malachar V, if you would imagine that. Regardless, I feel you're lying. So, let's begin, shall we?”[/i] He raised a claw and grasped Kinsa's forearm. He wasn' begining with simple claw marks in the flesh this time. For variety's sake. After all, it'd begin to get rather dull if he followed the same procedures over and over again, wouldn't it?

Sish smiled again, and then squeezed. He continued squeezing until he felt and heard the twin sounds of a forearm bone snapping. From the look on his face, it was clear that he was enjoying this. A smart sentient would likely conclude that it didn't matter if his 'subjects' told the truth or not. He'd just claim they were lying again and go back to work. [i]“I'll ask you again. Lie to me again, and I'll cause more pain. What do you know of Republic defenses and battleplans?”[/i]

She did her best to ignore the Sith's words, as she knew of the usefulness of lies when you were interrogating prisoners. Kinsa's heart pumped quicker as Sish took a hold of her arm, and she winced when he started squeezing- Then she tightly shut her eyes violently shook as the pressure grew, until she let out a short-lived, loud scream.

An intense pain washed over her left forearm and forced her to keep still, as well as stay quiet- She had to stay strong, and the smile the depraved lizard showed her told volumes of what she was facing.

[i]“Agh... You're the worst... Interrogator that's ever attempted to get information out of me. I... Pity you...”[/i] Kinsa said, letting out a ragged laugh.

Sish chuckled. Defiance. That was adorable really. And, it was a fun game to see how long they could remain defiant. [i]“You're at least more entertaining than the last one. All he did was beg, plead, and ask why I was doing what I was doing. It was rather pathetic, really.”[/i] Idly, he brought a claws up to her face. Then, he dragged all three across(from top right of her forehead to the bottom left of her chin) in a viscious swip. He made sure to avoid her eyes, after all blind Sith are useless Sith, but other than that, he made it as painful as possible, just barely stopping from cutting to the bone.

[i]“Are you going to tell me what I want to know?”[/i]

Another scream she had to let out at the pain. How she could resist these things, she never knew- But she was doing it. The things she started feeling from that moment confused her... The feelings ranged from pride to anger, from sadness to depression. She did her best to stay calm, but it was harder with every savage move the Trandoshan Sith made.

[i]“Agh, alright... You're the ugliest Sith... That I've ever seen...”[/i]

Sish shrugged. [i]“Trandoshan's aren't paid for their looks.”[/i] He made a fist, and then drove it into her ribs. Repeatedly. Until he was sure several were broken. With every thump he smiled wider. This one would last longer than Xid, the pathetic human. Or, maybe she wouldn't and this was all a show of bravado and she was about to pass out at any second. He would find out, one way or another.

Never once did it occur to him that perhaps his goal shouldn't be to push the prisoner's to their limits and the brink of death. After all, there are two ways(that Sish knows of) to convert someone to the Dark Side. His Master's way, though that required darkness to already be within them, or to cause them to give into their emotions. In this case, hate, or fear. Once that happened....things would be more interesting when, and if, the Jedi that he had been converting turned. Interesting as in, chances of death skyrocketing.

The first punch had taken the air out of her lungs, so Kinsa was not able to scream this time, even if she really saw a point in it, and she didn't. So she jerked her body and shook violently with every single rib the Sith broke, and for a second, her vision darkened. But it meant nothing, she was still awake.

She kept quiet for a few moments, not saying anything at all as she recovered as much as she could.

Sish jabbed her in the ribs, making sure she was paying attention. [i]“I'll ask again. What do you know of Republic defenses and battle plans? Secret military base locations? Weaknesses where they could be overwhelmed? Anything at all besides snide comments that won't change your fate at all?”[/i]

She grunted at the last punch, shivering slightly as she lowered her head a few inches.

[i]“The Republic's a weak, corrupt system. That's all I can say for sure...”[/i] She mentioned, breathing air in raggedly, clearly having trouble breathing.

[i]“Good to know you can lie to me by telling me what you think I want to hear. Now, as a result of that lying...”[/i] He raised her head(his bloody claws staining what part of her face that wasn't bloody from the cuts across it) and smiled at her. Then, Force Lightning shot from the hand holding her chin and her face up. He stopped before he could fry anything important, having learned his lesson(if only barely) from the near murder of his last 'patient', but he kept it going for a few seconds. Not that he could have kept it any longer that is.

[i]“The truth this time, perhaps?”[/i]

Kinsa couldn't think clearly now, why was she there and how had she ended up where she was? What was the Sith even saying? Her lekku hurt somewhat, but she was sure it wasn't serious. And she could smell burns.

[i]“W-What do you want to know?”[/i]

Sish tilted his head. Either she was far smarter than she looked, or she was truly ready to tell him everything. Only one way to find out. Idly examining his claws, he said [i]“I want to know anything and everything that could be used against the Jedi. Weaknesses. Battle Plans. Things they don't want the Sith Empire to know. Things that could help us win this war and bring the Galaxy to it's truest form, where everyone was caught in the endless struggle to survive. The Strong Rule the Weak and the Weak challenge the Strong to grow stronger. So, speak.”[/i]

[i]“The Jedi... Most are... Emotionally Disconnected. I am unlike them, it's... It's always confused me. I believe the Jedi could use some enlightment on the strength of correctly used feelings. As for weaknesses, you could... Uh... Let me analyze...”[/i] Kinsa said, looking down at the floor for a moment.

[i]“The Republic will do lots to keep credits in their pocket... Even when credits are useless after death.”[/i] She finished, purposefully lying about the Republic. They might be completely corrupt in some aspects, but they also cared about the citizens... Somewhat. They use their funds to protect them.

Sish snorted. He already knew that the Jedi were unnatural. He had known that even when he wasn't serving the Sith empire. She wasn't telling him anything useful, and it didn't look like he could torture her any more to get useful information out of her. A pity, really. Regardless, he simply nodded before walking forwards. He suspected she was lying, but couldn't really prove anything until he checked to see if what the Imperial Intelligence said went along with what the prisoner told him.

One clawed hand wrapped pointedly around her throat, he undid her bonds on the rack and carried her(by the throat) to the medical bay. She had been alone. Xid had had allies to heal him. It wouldn't do if the Jedi died on the first time she was tortured. Handing her over to the humans who impassively viewed and assessed the damage he had done to Kinsa, Sish waited nearby to make sure she didn't try anything. Doubtful that she could, but one never knew...

She couldn't feel much after what she went through. She knew it was painful to be carried by the throat, by a clawed hand... But she couldn't really feel it. Eventually, just as soon as she was handed over to the human medics, she lost all consciousness. 
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