[hider=Post 35, FallenReaper | Xid]
It wasn’t physical fatigue he suffered from right now, what took the worse toll, but rather that sense of something deeper down had been drained away. Emotional exhaustion and the fact he was tired before the torture hadn’t helped him in the least. It just made the need to wipe away the blood and get some rest that much stronger, his mind distracted enough that he failed to watch his footing. The boy tilted to one side and felt himself fall; his leg collapsed and folded up a bit underneath him abruptly. A domino effect resulted as his hand whipped up, almost expected nothing, to find Strago’s solid arm come out. The Jedi’s grip dug his fingers into the Padawan’s sleeve and take hold of his recently healed forearm causing him to flinch instinctively thanks to the still fresh memory. Still Xid’s was surprised not to feel the floor smack him upside the head when he was pulled back to his feet then against Strago. His balance was once again sorted by the sensation of something that he could lean upon. He felt the other Jedi’s free arm snaked itself around his middle and came to rest against his lower back to sit there, farther aided his shaky steps. He couldn’t stop himself from leaning heavily against the support given. He gave a sheepish look of guilt at his weakness, slightly apologetic for adding more weight.

One step at a time, they hobbled towards a cell that had to be his. At the moment they drew near, Xid reached out a hand and placed the palm against the cold wall before he transferred his weight off Strago. The Jedi seemed to sense his intentions, allowed him to detangle himself when he placed his other hand against the cell wall. Xid quietly thanked him and continued on his own.

He was still unsteady after Strago let go, hairs upon his neck bumped at the sense from man’s eyes that continued to watch him for a bit longer. He didn’t doubt how pitiful he might’ve looked, almost over half his weakened body pressed against his new brace and his walk more of a shuffle, one that failed to reassure the man. In reality it served two purposes. One and most important, to make to his cell but the second was a minor and a secondary concern, one that might be beneficial later on. He was feeling for something out of place along the smooth walls. An access panel or something that whoever designed these had to use to place the wiring for the doors. He doubted very little it wouldn’t be since the energy and Ray shields, not to forget the Bulkheads, had to draw power from somewhere just to work. Every single notch or crack that had promise, if any, was noted then stored away along the way. After all if he could disable any, even the Ray Shield doors for a brief moment, barriers then the Jedi might have an element of surprise to attempt to overpower the Sith. It was at least something hopeful to consider.

After the female Jedi’s entrance and from what he knew, Xid had an inkling the cells were monitored. How else would the Sith know to separate the inmate after something had happened? The only question that seemed important was where these monitors see or what they could hear and pick up could. Inwardly he groaned at the idea.

His blonde head twisted back when he heard the click of his boots, his eyes spotted the departed figure of the Jedi return to his cell. Xid realized, slowly, that he had been holding his breath and once more let it out when he discovered the source. It was unlikely he was due for another round again, mainly after being healed recently. With that idea rattled around in his mind, the Padawan had finally arrived at his cell without farther delay and fist hit the energy door button. Instantly his own energy door hissed to life, blocking him from the others so he could wash in privacy. He turned around the corner of the T shaped area for his eyes to rest upon the sanitation station set up, not impressed or surprised.

It was basic, absolutely, the bare essentials that was made from the same materials as the rest of the prison block. His eyes settled upon the first thing closest to him. The sink was a hollow out indentation, oval in shape, which sank a bit into the cell wall. The lower half stuck out a bit from the rest giving him a place to stand over and water to collect mostly. Within the lower section was a rounded sink with a tap activated by a simple motion detector to start and stop the water running. Simple and basic, he mused as he barely casted a look at the toilet, the only other item in the area, to stand in front of the sink. It was harder then it sounded and he finally managed to find his balance long enough to walk to it, surprised at his own efforts.

Once he was sure the room wasn’t about to spin, his hands reached to tug his first shirt layer free from his torso then followed by the second. Then he hunched over and tugged it over his head, his up bare and chilled after being exposed. The Padawan’s shirt off, it wasn’t hard to see how truly lank and thin his body was, barely any muscle over the freckled white body. After all, combat wasn’t the highest priority in his four years train and it showed very clearly. He had let the thickest and first layer drop to the ground and pool in a discarded pile there, for the moment forgotten. The thinner shirt was held in his fist, draped across the sink side. He lifted it high enough to take hold if it in both hands, each sided at the seam that held the sleeve to the torso, and then made a quick, harsh tug upon it. The thread gave easily resulted in the single sleeve to come off in his hand. It was the best he make do with in his cell, his mind seriously doubted the Sith would allow him anything proper to use and personally the Padawan was too tired to try.

He just wanted to wipe away the unsettling sensation of torture more then.

Though he couldn’t see the blood that stained his shoulder, he could feel the crusty sensation where it dried and stuck to the skin. It was a grim reminder where the claws had maliciously dug into him. Xid shuddered at the thought that plagued him, memories that would likely become nightmares later on until he wiped them away. Wanted to focus on something else, he waved his hand over the sensor causing the sink to spring to life; the water flowed against the metal sides before it settled in the bottom for a moment. He tossed the larger piece of cloth with the other layer to pile up on the floor. The sleeve he gently wrapped up it around his hand, and then placed it in the liquid, stared as it darkened and moistened. He let sit there for several moments, the water had an automatic shut cutting the water off. Finally he moved.

He slipped his hand behind him, over his shoulder. The cold water made his hot skin shiver and jump, its dampen surface rehydrated the dried blood and started to clear away the remains. Then he moved to his face to remove the blood there as well. He tried to get most of it through sense of touch only to be forced to be satisfied at his best. He then pulled it away, wringing it out to allow the tinted red water to swish around in circles just to disappear like the rest. Feeling a little better, Xid hung the sleeve over the side to dry for now. His form felt slightly stronger as he bent down to pick up the piled remains of his top, about to toss it upon the foot of his cot when he decided otherwise. Redressing with what remained of his outfit, he once drew closer to the button that turned on and off the Energy doors. His fingers danced around the fused edges, the panel where the button sat against the wall, to seek out nuts or bolt that would yield wiring for him to access. Even a way to possibly short circuit the device and create a delay in activation for his own cell door, likely to have a backup command set off afterwards despite his efforts, was at least a start. His focus completely on his task until the Bulkhead doors open up to jerk him from it, forgotten that his own Energy door remained on. 
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[hider=Post 36, FallenReaper | Jayda]
The Zabrak had pushed herself along the metal corridors, her footing quick and ate away at the distance in an effort to place it between her and temptation. The fabric, a singed slash, was clearly visible upon her knee but thankfully the strike hadn’t burned into her flesh. The edges charred and burnt flapped with her gait to another part of ship. One that met another, more important need then previously sought for. Something to aid in the task she still needed to do.

The hiss of the Bulkhead doors opened as she entered, quietly and eerily blank, into the room. A few of its occupants spared a glance in her direction but nothing more. Their curiosity fed enough by the sight at who entered, a simple Apprentice, and then returned to their original tasks. Ignoring them, she pulled close to an unattended station and immediately access a display screen. With a few rapid gestures of her fingers she managed to pull up exactly what she needed.

Jayda’s eyes darted over the list of drug names, varying from common listed names to a combination of numbers and letters, as she leaned over the metal console. Her left fist balled up and took her weight during her clear engrossment over the drugs descriptions. A finger from her free hand flipped downward causing the page to scroll down rapidly. The words and letters blurred in their quick movement, yet her focus caught them all clearly while each was set to memory and finally stored away in the back of her head. Most seemed to be tested drugs that only mildly interested the Apprentice, her frustration slowly built from lack of success in discovering one best suited to her needs. Every once in a while a name was tapped and set aside to examine deeper a bit later. She needed a particular effect. Something to increase pain sensitive at the slight touch, one that would make it seem she was slicing open her target merely when she touched them and spare her from intrusive and risky wounds. Possibly with any luck, she would never have to break the skin.

Her body seemed to relax, to her own surprise, at the notion for minimal damage. It caused her to mentally paused a moment from her current search to examine this compassionate flare up farther. It was a slight disturbing realization. One that seemed to have spring up from the thought of sparing the Jedi too much damage and stronger then Jayda had expected. She felt her resolve faintly fade when thinking about what she was tasked to do and now, doubts and unsettled emotions had surfaced in light of the impending events. Despite how she could fool others, she couldn’t fool herself. Stomaching the idea of torture seemed to be harder than it appeared and that fact bothered her inside, mainly since she couldn’t avoid it.

The only thing that eluded her now was the reason why.

She mentally shook herself from those thoughts. Jayda closed her eyes for a moment, letting them sink in behind closed lids and her sight shrouded in a dull, comforting darkness. Her mind counted slowly as the time ticked away for a few seconds. Her core swirled and coiled, seemed something living was attempting to smother her with each movement it made. Unable to get out, her walls strengthened before her eyes once again opened. Jayda allowed a shallow breath to escape her lips when her mind fell back to the interrupting in the combat room and finally opened her eyes again. A jaded sorrow in them flickered then vanished.

It was a pity her movement mediation had been disrupted. These emotions, doubts and conscience had tried to tear through the wall Jayda had created to think clearly. When would it come crumbling down? Would they consume her before she killed Sish? Questions and worries mixed with a familiar loneness that swelled within her. Jewel was right about one thing, Jayda thought bitterly. She wasn’t a Sith or a Jedi, not in her heart, her mind finally pushed away the last of her reflection in favor of the task before her.

Her next goal turned to the target. Flipping through the holonet link available to the main feed and public accessible, she scanned the torture secessions to the Cell cameras both in progress as well as passed. Only a quick scan to ensure she didn’t torture the same Jedi twice in one day though any images that looked even a bit odd would provoke farther investigation later on. Best time was when she was in her quarters alone and isolated. It wasn’t hard to guess her master already had enemies among the Sith and the worst thing she needed was his death at another’s hands. Jayda had finally picked out a target, the term easier to swallow then Jedi in her mind, the older human male from Cell Block 1.

She knew it was the same area that the unlucky Padawan had been station in. It gave her a chance, at least in her reasoning, to check upon the boy’s condition. His physical condition at least and hopefully he was still alive. Jayda became unsettled at the thought about covering Sish’s scaly ass if the worst had happened. Finished with her viewing, the Zabrak took a deep inhale then shut off the display to the system feed.

Her knuckles tightened upon the cold, metal surface as she then pulled up her selected list of choices. Easily she eliminated several choices, namely because of their toxicity to humans and likelihood of death. Her fingers touched each one then pushed them away to discard from her shrinking list. Their main goal was to keep the prisoners alive after all and mostly intact. Two liquids, injections, stood out to her mainly since they had the desired effect. However, each had their positive and negative traits making her hesitate at her choice between them.

Previously she had sent a request for a few present tools to be waiting for her within the small mono room she aimed to use, pointless to use a larger one for only a one on one session. The items included a small vibro-blade, hot brand, small amount of Kolto in spray form and finally a mini electrical Taser. The latest had three settings which went from a simple pulse to being as powerful as minor burst of Force Lightning, all at the press of a button. She had made it urgent the last item be there, mainly she hadn’t quite achieved Force lightning and she didn’t intend to ask her master’s aid if she could help it. She doubted he would control himself enough to stop when she told him to. That risk putting her in a nasty position in the end from his gluttony over inflicting pain.

The first was a well-known truth serum, Skirtopanol. It was commonly used in torture because it not only loosened a subject up but also caused greater sensitive to pain, usually making the threats more effective. This wasn’t average subject she was aiming on tormenting and high resistance was expected. Not to mention was lethal when combined with lotiramine often the result was extreme, violent death and it was something that could easily occur from sabotage. It also had a high percent of wearing off quickly and required another dose, something that would allow the subject time to adjust and make the experience fruitless.

Immediately she flicked her finger to her next choice, the last being a numbered and letter combination name. VRS13. Originally a treatment for reviving dead nerve endings in patients with spinal damage, the Empire’s scientists had altered its purpose instead to enflame the pain nerves where the slightest touch seemed to shot right into the very bone. The only problem was the side effects made her wary. It started off slow and required another dose to up the effect to the next level. However it was highly addictive to humans after the second injection. It caused withdraw symptoms that varied from victim to victim, none that sustained permanent damage of course. Some consisted from heavy shivers to intense, sudden pain that racked the whole body without warning, or brief paralysis. The later grew more intense, farther caused cold sweats and restlessness while the body ejected the substance when just enough time passed. Thankfully there hadn’t been any recorded deaths with its trials but that didn’t mean the information couldn’t have been altered or neglected.

Two choices and ways to do this, in the end one was found more appealing to her: VRS13. In the end it had the lowest chances of death and permanent maiming even with the nasty results that could be healed easily. At least she wanted to believe so but again those doubts plagued her mind. Ending her prolonged time in researching, she sent an order through to have it there when she arrived then turned upon her heel towards the door. She exited promptly towards the cell blocks. Her hand whipped out to personnel that would be standing by, her light saber at hand dangled from her waist and in easy reach, while she approached the familiar corridor of the Cell Block 1. She spotted movement from a bit down the Corridor and her head snapped around, seeing the previous Jedi as well as a Kaminoan, being escorted back to their Cell Block. She decided to make her trip quick. Her head nodded to an armed Trooper signaling him to open the Bulkhead doors, the large steel entrance parted to the side at the push of the red button outside.

Her form entered just as all the Ray Shields flipped on. Another sudden moment caused her eyes to jerk about, just in time to spot the young Padawan instinctively press his own Energy door button and came rushing. At seeing her look his direction he skidded to a halt. In a sloppy effort, his foot slid from underneath him unbalancing him where he landed hard on his side, his body made a loud thump, in order to avoid colliding with the Ray Shielding. He let out a soft grunt of pain in his fall, rubbing the side he had landed on. Jayda wasn’t surprised he let out a groan at his own stupidity then sat upright to recognize her. His face paled, seemingly to think Sish had returned, and his eyes frantically searched for her master’s darkened form to appear.

She ignored the Padawan when her questions had been answered. Her eyes turned to her target Jedi, his form relaxed and sat in a posture she often seen her own father in. He was mediating and rather pathetic. Jayda shook her mind from those memories that surface, threatened to draw something she couldn’t allow out, as she raised her hand. Her finger pointed to him then spoke. [i]“You can either come willing or by force. The choice is yours.”[/i]
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[hider=Post 37, Sundered Echo | Jewel Namore, Arla, Callista]
Having accomplished the most important of her goals for the day, Jewel left the prison for her quarters on the same deck, strolling at a meandering pace through the winding corridors. She was by no means done, there was still much to do, the prisoners needed to be tortured, and with aliens among them she was looking forward to the experience, but such things were largely for her pleasure now. Jewel needed no prestige from converting Jedi - she already had Darth Nyiss’ favour. From where she was, only two possibilities existed. One, rise up yet further and become more powerful, eventually aspiring to become a Darth herself, and two, find defeat at the hands of one of the upstarts here, and fall into obscurity like so many before her. That was not a fate she considered to be in any way welcoming, and so instead she fought to ensure the other Sith would be too busy worrying about their own problems to even consider striking at her.

Upon reaching her quarters, she quickly found what she had come for. A curved bladed Lightsaber, fairly plain in appearance but containing a purple crystal much like her own. She’d taken it from the supplies of the Jedi, and she had plans for it and its owner. In the mean time she hooked the elegant weapon on her utility belt alongside her own weapon. While there she also ordered a pair of the already processed mundane captives brought down to the combat room. After a quick acknowledgement from the guards of the fodder prisoners she left for the prison block again, this time with a bit more purpose to her stride, though still fairly casual.

She quickly reached and entered Cellblock two. She had two Jedi in mind for her days entertainment. The one from whom she’d taken the Lightsaber and a Twi’lek woman. Apparently some of the soldiers had considered her quite attractive, and Jewel wanted to see what precisely made an alien Jedi attractive in the eyes of Imperial soldiers. As the door opened, her face crumpled in disgust at the sight. It wasn’t out of any inherent beauty that the men had been talking about the Twi’lek, rather her state of undress. Unlike the Jedi robes the others were wearing she looked like she’d lost all of them at some point earlier, now barely clothed at all. Jewel motioned to the Twi’lek and the human woman she’d been told was called Callista and said in a terse voice [i]“You two, come with me.”[/i]

She led them both through the twisting corridors, making a point of leading them in circles and not taking the direct way, both to confuse them and make them believe the ship was much larger than it actually was, before eventually arriving at the combat room, right after leading them past the currently force-fielded drop pit. Unlike before, a squad of guards were standing outside it, the pair of prisoners held between them. Jewel motioned the Jedi in and then told the guards to have the prisoners ready, entering the large room herself straight after. Once inside, she finally dained to talk to the Jedi, both of whom she viewed as far below her, though the alien more so. [i]“Unlike some of the Sith here, I have no intention of ravaging your body with crude physical torture. I already know your names Arla, Callista.”[/i] She said, looking at each one in turn. [i]“You may call me Lord Namore.”[/i]

She pressed a button on her gauntlet and the guards brought the two other captives in. One was another Twi’lek woman, far too thin and with a blue skin colouration. She was wearing the tattered and burned remains of what looked like civilian clothing in a style that had been popular on coruscant. The other was a human man, clearly wearing the uniform of a Republic infantryman. [i]“These are our guests. Shandi Rin and Tover Finn. If you try anything, they will be the ones to suffer.”[/i] She motioned to them as she said their names, to be sure the Jedi didn’t miss who they were. The human looked resigned to his fate, and already injection marks could be seen appearing on his neck, no doubt the work of Imperial Intelligence. The Twi’leks fear was palpable, etched into her face such that even a mundane would be able to see it with ease. She looked flighty, like a cornered scurrier. Jewel looked at the two Jedi and asked [i]“Do you know why you are here?”[/i] 
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Posts 38-40 were lost during the Guildfall, and could not be recovered. However, some details as to what they covered yet remain. A brief summary of what was contained and who was in each post is presented here.

Post #38: During this post, Apprentice Vanda Sakti murdered Padawan Burin Pentag, and was sentenced to death for the act. A public execution was held at Darth Nyiss command, in which Vanda was fed to the Sithspawn beast Nyiss keeps above the prison deck.

Post #39: Calista Praxon replied to Jewel Namore in this post. She recognised that Jewel carried Calistas Lightsaber.

Post #40: This post Featured Zanna, but its content has been lost at this time. Hopefully some idea of its contents can be gleaned in the future.