[hider=Post 41, Frettzo | Kinsakwi]Beep. Beep. Beep.

Cool. Weightless. Black. 

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Distant whispering. Intruding sounds. Headache.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Memories. Flashes of colour, of scents, of tastes. Emotions. 

Beep. Beep.

Disoriented. Shaking. Distress.

BEEP!

Suddenly the loud noise reached Kinsakwi's ears, and the previously limp body reacted violently to the input- Kinsa's her jerked and she suddenly opened her eyes, looking around quickly, but with a extremely blurry gaze. She could not make out any detail, and the things she felt were confusing. 

'Where am I?!' She thought, moving her arms in a quick motion, noticing nothing but the voices- The voices that were getting louder, closer. She figured she was in a Kolto Tank, as the feelings and temperature made it rather cozy in there.

BEEP!

She looked at her limbs- Her left arm had a burning sensation to it, but it looked fine, and she could move it. Her head was spinning as well, but finally she managed to focus, and after her limbs were all accounted for, she took a hold of the breathing mask on her face and ripped it away, accidentally swallowing some of the liquid in the process. She then let out a Force Push against the glass, effectively breaking it.

The shards of glass spewed out in an instant, as well as most of the Kolto inside the tank, and a confused and disoriented Kinsakwi. She was quick to cough the Kolto in her lungs out and get on her feet, glancing at the alarmed medical personnel, as well as the droids. For a second, everything was quiet, until an alarm started up, blaring through the speakers, and most of the personnel ran out of the room. 

The droids, though, for some reason stayed behind. At this moment Kinsa knew what to do- As soon as the last person was out of the room, she used the Force to shut the doors, and walker over to them, physically pushing cabinets and treatment bed against the entrance- A makeshift barricade. 

[i]“Now what do I do?!”[/i] She asked herself, quickly and instinctively reaching for her lightsaber- But it wasn't there. 

That's when the memories hit her. She was a prisoner at an imperial ship. She had been taken to the med-bay after the session with the Sith... [i]“I've got to find a vent or something!”[/i] she said out loud, before looking at her current attire with disgust. [i]“And my clothes as well.”[/i] the orange-striped white stretchy material piece didn't suit her. At all. But it was the least pressing matter, for she knew she was in peril, and she began pacing across the room, looking for a suitable thing to do in this situation- Escape would probably be the most sensible thing to do, of course...

And that's when she noticed it. A small ventilation shaft's entrance. It looked hard to open, but there were many tools around... Sure, these tools were made for cutting flesh in most cases, but one had to be resourceful. 

So Kinsa moved quickly and grabbed the sturdiest-looking scalpel, and the sharpest one as well, and after climbing onto a chair, she could reach the ventilation shaft. She, with the utmost care, and doing her best to calm her shaking hands, undid the screws, and as soon as the small entrance was open, she climbed into it and closed it behind her, using the force to lightly place the screws in their former positions, and to knock over the chair left behind. 

She then did what she felt was best. She just moved blindly. She knew nothing about where she was going, but she knew that the Sith, specially the one that tortured her, could smell fear, and she was clear that she reeked of it now. There was no point in attempting to hide it, as it'd require too much time to calm herself, so she just rolled with it. 

After a few moments, a line of soft red light turned on in one of the corners of the shaft, lighting up her way. She guessed it was some sort of automated system for maintenance... But that could very well be sending out her location to the Imperials and the Sith. 
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[hider=Post 42, FallenReaper | Xid]
Xid had pulled towards Allanar’s cell upon hearing him rustle out of bed, his eyes viewed the short haired man crawl towards the other side. With worry and concern expression, Xid felt helpless as the Jedi vomited into the toilet, heaving whatever had settled into his system back out. This wasn’t right, the Padawan thought. To watch and feel this way, he scolded himself, why am I helpless now? He had given up, for now, attempting to fiddle with his cell door and had let his mind wandered over the scene that played out before Allanar’s return. From his clumsy fall to the casual conversation between the Sith Apprentice, the way it was handled so coolly and differently than her master, had made Xid shiver.

Most his life he had heard how the dark side changed Jedi and force users alike since they rely on their emotions. The conversation that had happened wasn’t filled with anger or hatred, but calm and serene. Luckily Allanar’s arrival had given Xid a reason to pull his mind from the conversation, his eyes fixed upon the returning man until the pair finally left and the Shielding came down. Once able to move, he rushed towards the man that was out cold in the metal cot. Xid's first reaction was to heal, despite Allanar’s suggestion, at any signs of bleeding or heavy wounds. Thankful there wasn’t any so he left the Jedi to sleep off what ever had happened to him.

Now he was staring at the man returning to his cot, swayed and footing uneven, causing Xid’s kindness to kick in. He pulled forward and pushed up beside the man’s side, his arm wrapped Allanar’s about his low setting neck while he guided the older Jedi to his bed. In the back of Xid’s mind, he hoped he was helping more than hurting the situation. [i]“Easy… I hope it’ll pass. Is there any bones broken or wounds, anything needs healed? Do you need water or something?”[/i] 
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[hider=Post 43, Rtron | Sish & Kinsakwi]
Sish smiled, smelling the delicious sent of blood scatter through the air as the Apprentice was torn apart by the Sith Spawn. That's what she got for disobeying orders. Though, he had to admit, he wasn't exactly all that upset by the act, even silently applauded her actions. If he had had any say in it, the apprentice would have only been reprimanded for killing the prisoner so soon. Regardless, what's done is done. Turning away from the crowd(several of whom, he noted, had been disgusted by the execution), he began to head back to the medical bay. He had to make sure that the Jedi was alive, after all she could still deliver information, and even if she didn't truly know anything she could deliver amusement. Along his way there, a familiar scent brought him to a halt. Fear. He was long gone from the execution chamber, and this smelled fresh...

He took another sniff, glancing around to see if he was that close to the holding cells. He wasn't. Another sniff, and another. Sish was trying to pinpoint where the stench came from, and how he should deal with it. The smell seemed to be coming...from above him? For a moment, he was confused. Then he realized. The ventilation shafts. There was someone in there. A Force sensitive, if his sense wasn't failing him. A Jedi then. Who else would be crawling in the ventilation shafts, reeking of fear, and being a Force user? His lightsaber activated, and his hand crackled with lightning. [i]“I can smell you Jedi!”[/i] He called, before sending Force lightning at the shafts, specifically where the stench of fear was the strongest. That should at least stun whomever it was trying to slither their way through the ventilation shafts. He really didn't want to have to cut them down through a random guess. They might die then.

And that would be a blessing compared to what he had planned. 
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[hider=Post 44, Sundered Echo & Rtron | Nyiss & Zanna]
After the rather bloody ending of Vanda, Zanna decided it would be prudent to make sure Darth Nyiss understands her plans. That way, if she were to get discovered by another Sith, she wouldn't meet the same fate as the impure Sith. Hopefully. She still remembered the abrupt change in tone and mannerism by Nyiss when they first met. She should be able to work that to her advantage, provided that she actually understood it and didn't walk in blind. One didn't make assumptions with Sith. Much less with Darths. Regardless, it was time to explain her actions to the Darth before someone else noticed them and made sure she was no longer a threat to them.

After a brief inquiry, Zanna was able to ascertain that Nyiss wasn't in her labs. Or anywhere else public on the ship for that matter. So that left one more place left. Her quarters. [i]“Oh..this might not end well.”[/i] The Sith muttered, idly pulling on her face tentacles. Nervous habit. Well, nothing to do but leave the prison deck and head to Nyiss' quarters. [i]“I hope I don't get lost...”[/i] Zanna had never explored the ship beyond the prison deck, not expecting to have to go anywhere beyond that. A mistake, obviously.

After leaving the prison deck and asking several helpful Imperial Navy personnel where exactly the Darth's Quarters was, she was standing in front of the doors to Nyiss' quarters, unusually nervous. Then again, it wasn't everyday one walked into a Darth's quarters to make sure whatever one was planning wouldn't get one killed. Just do it. She snapped at herself. With that, she pressed the button outside the door, alerting whomever was inside that she was outside and waiting.

The gentle chime of her door alarm almost caused Nyiss to jump. It was rare that anyone had the nerve to seek her out in her quarters, especially without letting her know earlier. Thankfully, years of expecting the unexpected had taught her to not react to surprises so obviously. She slowly placed the Holocron she'd been working with back on her desk, not wanting to damage the delicate crystalline circuitry with it in a vulnerable state as it presently was.

She could sense that the person outside her door was Force sensitive, which limited the possibilities of who it could be quite drastically. Still, she was quite curious, and instead of ignoring them she simply said [i]“Enter”[/i] and the door slid quietly open. Behind it, she saw the crimson face of the Apprentice Zanna. She'd half expected to see Zanna coming to her like this soon, but not this soon. She didn't say anything, but rose from her chair and stood facing the door, an expression on her face that clearly showed she wanted to know why she'd been interrupted.

Zanna stepped in nervously, the door slidding shut behind her, all to aware of how badly this could backfire. [i]“My lord, after witnessing the punishment of Apprentice Vanda, I deemed it..sensible to tell you my plans regarding the Jedi Lea Rahn before someone else could find and twist the meaning. The Jedi is incapable of feeling pain, and my serum needs more refining before it can work on her mind. I concluded that conventional torture wouldn't work against her. However, the Jedi is young. Not trusting of us, but more likely to be turned through subtler methods than the other prisoners. She attempted to break into my mind, and rather than throw her clumsy attempt back, I let her in...only so far. I gave her useless information, in the process of building a small foundation of trust. My plan is to do this each session with her, slowly building a trust in me, until she either reveals her secrets or joins our ranks. Or both...”[/i] She trailed off, anxiously pulling on her face tentacles, waiting for the Darth's reaction.

Nyiss listened to the rather sudden outpouring impassively. She could feel that Zanna was incredibly worried, fearful even. The public and rather messy execution of Vanda Sakti had apparently made quite the impact. Rather than immediately reassure the girl standing in front of her, Nyiss instead made her expression grow darker, trying to look angry, relishing every second of fear. Zanna stepped back a little, and with that Nyiss decided that she'd probably tormented the girl enough. Fear was an easy emotion to find on a prison ship after all. She softened her expression and let a smile creep onto her face. [i]“I like you're plan. It has a certain flair that so many of the others lack... Too many people on this ship think that simply inflicting pain is going to bring results.”[/i] She waited for the response, continueing to enjoy the powerful emotions that rolled off the young Sith in front of her.

As Nyiss' expression darkened, Zanna's worst fears were realized. The Darth did more than disapprove. She viewed the actions taken by Zanna as traitorous. Fear spiked through her body and she began to take a step back.Damn. Damn. Damn. Time to retreat...but what good would that do? Only logic and the will to at least die with dignity stopped her from beating a hasty retreat, arresting the step to a half-step. This ship was under Nyiss' entire control, even if she managed to get out of the room before being killed or subdued by Nyiss she wouldn't be able to get off of it. Not that any of this helped with the fear running rampant through her body, but still, she at least held her ground.

Uncertainty broke through the fear as the Darth's expression softened, a smile breaking through. This was...unexpected, to say the least. The uncertainty remained until Nyiss spoke, and then it became relief so strong that Zanna's knees nearly buckled and brought her down. She managed to remain on her feet, however, if only barely. A hesitant smile worked it's way across her own face as she replied. [i]“Thank you, My Lord. I'll report if anything drastically changes.”[/i] A thought occurred to her, and she asked, [i]“Do I still have access to that part of your lab?”[/i] One could never cover enough of their bases after all. With the immediate threat of an agonizing death gone, some confidence began to return to Zanna.

Nyiss found it quite amusing watching the reactions of Zanna. Still, toying with the girls emotions could be done at any time. [i]“Why yes, you do. You've been staying away from the sections I told you to avoid I trust? You know that you couldn't hide it from me if you'd been poking around where you aren't supposed to.”[/i] Her warning wasn't meant maliciously. In fact, Zanna would probably find herself creating a lot of trouble for herself if she touched the wrong things in the lab. Nyiss wouldn't need to intervene to punish her - save her perhaps, but not punish her.

[i]“On the subject of Lea, I'll be interested to hear of your progress... and hers. She is a strong one, and I look forward to seeing her join our ranks, but I get the feeling she knows more than you think.”[/i] Much of what she said and did was calculated to keep Zanna off balance, but Nyiss did hope Zanna could keep up despite it. Of all the apprentices and lords onboard this ship, she was the most pure, and therefore the most deserving of favour. For now.

Zanna nodded. [i]“Yes, I have. My curiosity is not great enough to risk insulting your generosity.”[/i] Or risking my life. She added silently. Though, it was a toss up whether some of the experiments or Nyiss herself would kill her if she investigated things she had no clue about. It was never wise to experiment in another's lab with no knowledge of what you were using. Even less so when it was a Darth's lab.

Zanna gave a rueful nod. [i]“She is strong. and that strength, with any knowledge she may possess will certainly be..valuable.”[/i] She had learned that from experience. But best not to tell that to the Darth. Zanna's head tilted quizzically at the Darth's final words, unexpected. [i]“What makes you say that, My Lord?”[/i] If Nyiss knew something that could help her slowly guide the Jedi to the Dark Side, then she wanted to know it. Lea was strong..but every armor has it's weakness. It was only a matter of finding it that stopped Zanna from exploiting it.

[i]“Oh... just a feeling.”[/i] This was something Zanna had to find out for herself. [i]“You know, with your plan being what it is, I really should check you to make sure you really won't let anything slip... We wouldn't want anything important revealed in a... moment of passion.”[/i] Much as she enjoyed seeing the apprentice squirm, she hoped Zanna would show more backbone with the suggestion. She might even get something extra if she did.

Zanna gave another nod. A feeling. Nothing completely of import then. Still, if the Darth was having a feeling about something she should at least look into it a bit more. Just to cover all of her bases. Her planning and musing was broken as Nyiss spoke again, this time asking entrance into her mind. Zanna froze, torn between two decisions. On the one hand, she could allow Nyiss into her mind and then have no chance of defending herself against a mental invasion should it come to that later. On the other, she could deny Nyiss and possibly anger the Darth, ruining any chance she has of power and possibly living. Neither was appealing.

In the moments while she contemplated her decision, she began pulling on her face tentacles again. Death...mind domination..death, mind domination...death, mind domination... Those were the two worse case scenarios. And she had to assume the worst was going to happen, so when it did she wouldn't be surprised and when it didn't she would be pleased. Finally coming to a decision she spoke, one hand falling down closer to her lightsaber. One could never be too careful. Even if it was only a show, as Nyiss would eviscerate her if she so much as tried to duel the Darth.

[i]“My Lord, there's a major difference between allowing a clumsy Padawan who has no training in the art, into my mind, and allowing a trained and brutally efficient Darth such as yourself in. I'm afraid I'll have to refuse you. I do, however, keep business and pleasure from mixing. And my plan is certainly business.”[/i] The fear was back. She was terrified and ready for the Darth to pull a lightsaber. Stupid. Stupid. She's going to kill me now...

Darth Nyiss raised the Pureblood equivalent of an eyebrow at that. Backbone at last. She could of course blast through any defense Zanna had if she wanted to - painfully no doubt - but she didn't really want to. [i]“You're adorable when you're scared. Do you know that?”[/i] She was also completely missing the point. [i]“I commend you for keeping control of yourself in business dealings... But I hope you do indulge those pleasures from time to time.”[/i]

Zanna's mind screeched to a halt and did a double-check of what Nyiss had just said to her. Of all the things she could have said...that hadn't even occurred as a possibility. While her mind tried to make sense of it, her mouth tried to convey a clear response. [i]“I-,N-,Y-, No one has ever told me that before, My Lord.”[/i] You're also the most powerful being in this fleet, able to order the execution of whomever you wish and have that order carried out without question, and you're strong enough to be able to kill anyone who can't be executed by the normal means. Once again, that was added silently.

Zanna was beginning to get more than confused. If it wasn't to make sure she wouldn't give up Sith secrets, why continue with these mentions of passion and pleasures? Something else was going on.. [i]“I...I do from time to time..My Lord..”[/i] She replied uncertainly.

[i]“Really? Do you? Do you ever just let go completely?”[/i] Perhaps Zanna was younger than Nyiss had realised. Or stupid. Regardless, she wasn't making this easy. Nyiss stepped forward, closer to Zanna, and placed her hand gently on the side of her face, stroking ever so lightly. With almost a whisper she said [i]“Do you really?”[/i] If Zanna didn't get the idea now, Nyiss could only assume she wasn't interested.

Desperation began to set in. Zanna had no clue what Nyiss wanted, but it was clear she wanted something. The girl was on the point of bluntly asking Nyiss what she wanted when the Darth stepped closer, placing a hand on the side of her face, the younger Pureblood's skin shivering at the touch. Zanna's eyes widened. Oh..Oh. Well, it was rather clear now, wasn't it. As she replied, Zanna did the Pureblood equivilant of a blush. [i]“I can't say I do. Haven't found the right partner...and admittedly, I'm...inexperienced.”[/i] Which means, all other potential candidates she had killed or had attempted to kill her. Power allowed little time for..desires.

Finally. She'd finally got it. [i]“Well my dear, there is a first for everything...”[/i] She took Zanna's hand in hers and led her back further into her quarters. She pushed the young sith down onto her bed. The Holocron could wait, she had far more fun things to do. 
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[hider=Post 45, FallenReaper & Ultimate523 | Strago & Jayda]
Strago opened his eyes slowly as he heard the bulkhead doors open once again, followed by a thud that seemed to come from Xid's direction, but he decided to close his eyes once again, knowing there wasn't much he could do to change whatever would happen. He could sense that it was a Sith who entered, and felt them go toward him before hearing them speak, causing him to open his eyes slowly once again, looking directly into hers with little emotion.

He looked over her form. She had been with the lizard when he came in earlier, but appeared to be alone this time. Strago looked back into her eyes with focus, thinking to himself as he did, trying to weigh all the possibilities of each decision he could make as fast as possible, [i]“How long do I have to decide?”[/i] He asked very calmly, likely taking longer to speak than the Sith would have wanted, but not waiting for her to be overly annoyed either, as he expected a Sith would become in this situation.

Jayda watched his eyes open, slowly released himself from the meditative state and back into the world’s present state. His irises were sharp and intensely focused into hers, equally matching her. In the back of her mind, she was tensed from the caution she exercised towards the Jedi. She was after all only a single apprentice. And alone, the Zabrak reminded herself about Sish’s lacking presence. Not that the Trandoshan would help her much, instead attempt to maim and likely kill the Jedi in the end.

When the Jedi spoke, Jayda’s eyebrow rose to question the Jedi’s reply. Not because he was calm but rather he had chosen to speak at all, very few would willingly talked to their captors if given the choice. Her lungs took in a bit of air before she answered him. [i]“That depends on how long you’re willing to drag this out. Wait too long and its highly likely Sish will end up joining us soon, something I’m not too fond about. My question was merely to determine if I needed to allow you to walk or drag you out.”[/i]

She didn’t see a point in lying to the Jedi. Any force user with half a brain and some training could easily sense there was an unease, malice energy between them. Not to mention it was likely shared from the Padawan’s session with the others.

[i]“So, unless you want to end up like the young Padawan did then I wouldn't wait too long.”[/i]

Strago continued to look at her, occasionally glancing down over her form, but very focused on her for the moment, trying to read her as best as he could. He had expected her to be much more aggressive, which added a slight element of curiosity to it, [i]“I take it Sish is your lizard friend?”[/i] He asked, his tone sounding as if it was just daily conversation, deciding not to reply to the rest of what she had said for the moment.

He thought to himself while keeping his focus on the Jayda, making sure to be that extra bit aware of any attempts into his mind she might try, not knowing how capable she was with the Force. It was always good to be prepared.

Jayda stood firmly in place, her senses of smell and hearing alerted to even the slightest change, with patience. She wouldn’t become like Sish, her determination was the only thing keeping her from pushing the man out into the hall then towards the torture chamber. Maybe he expected her to become more emotional at being stalled or angry. Sadly, she mused, he was going to be disappointed. At the question about Sish, her tone changed slightly.

[i]“No, he’s far from it,”[/i] Jayda state plainly then added, [i]“We’re wasting time and it’s time to go.”[/i]

Making it clear she was done talking, Jayda held out her hand and gestured for the Jedi to move first. By this time, the doors opened again with a low hiss. A small group of troopers hauled in the blond haired man then shoved him carelessly onto his bed before leaving as quickly as they had come.

Strago looked at Jayda for a few moments, not giving any sort of immediate response of any sort to what she had said. A moment later, he heard the doors open again, catching his attention. He watched as the guards brought back one of his fellow Jedi, then made sure to note that they had also left the cell block afterward, hoping they weren't just immediately outside waiting to take him.

Finally, he looked back toward Jayda, [i]“We certainly are wasting time. I could be meditating right now, after all. You could be too.”[/i] He said with a slight smile, his eyes showing that the comment was meant to be more playful than annoying, though he knew very well it might be taken badly regardless.

He decided to leave his speaking at that point once again, his focus returned mostly to her, curious to see how she would respond. He wondered whether his actions would be taken as rebellious, an odd personality, or something entirely different. Slowly, he moved his legs so that his feet were on the ground, rather than the bed, wanting to show that he did have the intention of eventually moving on his own.

Jayda remain still, feeling his staring eyes inwardly made her uncomfortable as the doors opening caught his attention. She already knew was about to happen. Her guess right when the soft thump of the Jedi’s body came followed by the exiting boots, the bulk doors shut behind them. Her target had watched them haul the man in then depart before his eyes returned to her. Any patience seemed to run thin but she kept it in check, namely since it would do her little good and likely twist her into Sish.

She wanted to get this over and quickly. Mainly because the more she spoke with the Jedi, the less he seemed to be just mere target. A disturbing fact the Apprentice didn’t want to face. At least yet. When he seemed to joke, Jayda bit her tongue and said nothing. The other thing that did occur was her head had for a brief moment twisted away from his mention of mediation. The last thing Jayda wanted was to be pity, a human trait and not an object, by something she was supposed to make suffer and one day would break. He certainly wasn’t making it easy.

Jayda’s lips moved subtly forming the words though the Jedi might’ve not caught them. Mediation wasn’t a good idea for her as she learned even the light can cast the darkest shadows, a curse of not be Jedi or Sith. Finally the desire to end his game overtook her patience. Her hand waved at the view screen, signing two troopers who immediately stepped into the bulkhead doors and pointed their guns at Strago. Unpredictably Jayda stepped closer to the man, her aware and ready shove him down with a force push at signs of rebellion.

[i]“I won’t repeat myself. My patience has worn thin now and I’m starting to believe my Master’s,”[/i] her voice slight disgust at the title given, [i]“methods is required. Or something more drastic…”[/i]

Her eyes shifted towards the Padawan, quietly hinting her meaning, and then forced her lips into a twisted smile. He had no reason to risk that Jayda might be lying about hurting the youth and she would allow him to stew over that fact, hopefully willing to help the Jedi along. She was a Grey Padawan once and knowing someone was suffering because of her was the worse feeling in the galaxy and something she forced herself to grow numb to. The only question was would the man feel the same?

[i]“Are you willing to make him suffer because of your actions over something minor?”[/i]

Strago continued to watch Jayda as she remained quiet for a bit, then seemed to mumble something, or possibly just mouth some words for whatever reason. He tried to read her lips, but didn't manage to, not sure if it would be in a language he knew anyway. His attention then quickly turned back to the doors as he heard them open again, and two troopers aimed their blasters toward him. He laughed very slightly for this time since Jayda had entered as he looked at them, but then his focus quickly shifted back toward her as she moved toward him.

Once she began to speak, Strago's face became more, and more serious as she continued, especially when she looked over toward Xid, causing him to do so as well. He then looked back to her after the threat, staring her right in the eyes, obviously not happy, but managing to remain relatively calm despite her smile being somewhat unsettling, [i]“Very well.”[/i] He finally said, continuing to look at her as he stood, then looked over at the troopers, which actually made him feel far more comfortable. They didn't scare him at all, but he still didn't know what the Sith could do, and wasn't planning to underestimate her.

After another moment he decided to move even closer to Jayda, slowly, but relaxed, looking into her eyes once again. He was ready to move now, but expected her, and the troopers to lead the way, at least for the moment. The less he had his back turned to someone he didn't trust, the better, as far as he was concerned.

Jayda smile gradually faded upon hearing the words she wanted. Secretly she was relieved he hadn’t forced her hand and made her bluff a reality, her body quickly turned on heel to lead the way out. She hated the idea of resorting to what she saw as dirty tactics and now just wanted to get this task over with more than anything. Her face became blank once more, but eagerness to be gone was clear in her pace. Something she doubted the Jedi would notice after seeing his sober expression. Her attention flickered back to what his eyes showed, a hint of displeasure, before it disappeared back under the calm and he finally agree. It was something to put away for later use. A too predictable trait among most Jedi was compassion but he failed to realize that he had placed a target upon the boy in the future by compiling far too easily at just the mere threat at the Padawan. It would be an exploited weakness soon enough. She was filled with a slight pity towards the youth then instantly shoved it away.

Empathy had no place on a prison ship, something Jayda would do well to remember. Besides, it made things much easier if they felt some degree of animosity towards each other.

Just before she reached the troopers, her hand flickered out for the two men to leave. Their energy weapons shouldered, they obeyed until just outside the Bulkhead doors where they stopped and shifting to the sides. After the Jedi followed Jayda out, they had shut the entrance. The Sith Apprentice’s head turned back to spy the Jedi’s moving from behind her while her mind focused between their path to the destination and kept her guard up. Physically he might not provide a threat but mentally, he likely had the advantage if she wasn’t on guard. She didn’t count on much help from the two troopers that tailed after, their pistols at the ready. Even if the Jedi was unarmed and surrounded, Jayda had little desire to linger in overconfidence then pay for it.

Her boots clicked off the metal’s hallway walls with each determined step while her prisoner, the escort and she walked in silence. Despite her disgust at prolonging this, she took the long way to her destination while purposely avoided where the sounds of screams and cracking bone came from the drop pit’s direction. For now, it wasn’t important and later on she would piece together the event from what she could gather. After a spell of time they came to the small room. The troopers waiting until she then Strago entered into the door, their task and duty finished. 
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[hider=Post 46, Frettzo & Rtron | Kinsa & Sish]
Fear. Why was it so hard to control? Even at a moment like this, when it was what would give her away, it insisted on being present, and stronger with every passing second. Waiting for something to go wrong, for someone to go looking for her. Part of her wished to just stay there forever, to wait and get rid of her fears, and another part, the bigger, more primal part, pushed her towards escape.

She knew nothing of the lay of the ship, she knew nothing of her own state of health, and she especially knew nothing of her enemies' strengths and weaknesses. Ever since the attack on Coruscant, things had gone down hill pretty fast.

And there she was, Kinsa, a Jedi Padawan, scared out of her wits, and crawling through the ventillation shafts like an animal. Then the lone, soft thumping of her movements ceased as she felt something... Something familiar... Hazy memories of a blurred face rearranged themselves to show her the identity of her tormentor.

A Sith. She didn't really know his name, just that he was a trandoshan, and was very bad at effective interrogation methods.

He shouted something, something that she couldn't make out, due to the thickness of the ship's walls and the ventillation shaft, and instantly afterwards, a bolt of Lightning hit the shaft just a few feet ahead of her current location.

This was it, then. She perked up, using her fear to full advantage as, after letting out the instinctive gasp and letting out a couple curse words, she went backwards and made a quick turn, crawling as fast as she could, until she saw her objective- A way to exit the confined areas of the shafts, which limited her movement and agility.

A small door to exit the shafts was in her plain sight, and she could just reach out and touch it. But her pursuer tracked her, he threw more Lightning at her, and this time, he hit spot on. Though it wasn't a lethal dose of electricity, it was enough to hurt quite a bit. her body suffered a short spasm, which threw her right against the door, and pushed her right out, onto the significantly wider and more spacious ship halls.

Thanks to her spiked awareness, she was able to -sort of- fall on her feet, scrambling to an upright, defensive stance as soon as she could, facing the Sith.

As he heard her running, Sish gave a feral grin. [i]“Where are you going?! We've only just begun!”[/i] More Lightning sparked from his hands, this time apparently hitting her. Judging from the way she flew out of the shafts and onto the ground. The feral grin was still there as he advanced upon her, lightsaber out but in a relaxed position. After all, what could she do to him with nothing more than her hands? [i]“I'm not allowed to maim you, but who knows what could happen? Maybe we'll find out if Twi'leks can operate on one Lekku.”[/i] He launched more lightning at the Jedi, intent on keeping his game going for as long as possible before it had to come to an abrupt end. Then the real fun would start.

But of course, he had to give the Jedi a brief bit of hope. After all, where's the fun in causing despair if you don't crush hope with it? [i]“Dance Jedi, dance!”[/i]

That grin. Oh, that grin was so unsettling to Kinsa. She had no idea how she'd get out of this one, but she had to find something. She had been a prisoner a couple times before, but nothing like this. She knew she'd end up in her little cell again, but she wanted to be alive for that to happen.

So, when the Sith began advancing, lightsaber in hand, and threatened her, implying he'd cut off her Lekku? She had to run. But that was after the Sith ordered her to dance, and launched Lightning at her- Naturally, she evaded the attack with a quick backflip, and turned around, to start running. After a second, she noticed she'd be running by different people- humans in coats, droids... But that didn't matter. At the very least, it would mean the Sith would have a hard time catching up with her.

Sish followed as she ran, keeping pace with her. It didn't matter to him where she ran, for she was trapped either way. This just prolonged the enjoyment of this little game. However, irritation began to grow when she began darting amongst droids and other ship personnel. They began block his sight of her from time to time. That wasn't fun.. he could actually lose her if that was to happen!

So, with a snarl, he decided to end this particular annoyance. Channeling the Force into his legs, he bulldozed his way through the crowd ignoring any and all who shouted at his back. His only concern was for the Jedi who was trying to run away from him. All he needed was to get a clear sight of her, and then she would be his. Not that he'd immediately drag her back tot he cell. No, that'd be too short of a game! He'd have his fun before she was dragged back to the prisons..

As soon as she was within clear sight, he Force Pulled her. [i]“Tsk, tsk! No running from your betters!”[/i]

The peronnel she swiftly avoided paid her no mind, sure, some surely thought about getting the soldiers, or letting the Sith know, but they were put at ease by seeing the trandoshan chasing her.

And Kinsa had finally let out a smile at seeing the Sith falling behind. It felt good, a huge relief to know she was slipping away from his sadistic hands. But the next time she looked back, the Sith had managed to run past the personnel, leaving some injured in his wake. Then Kinsa felt a strong pull. A pull that made her stop frozen in her tracks, and just a half second later, she was thrown back, towards the Sith.

At that moment, that brief moment, Kinsa felt the world slowing down as she was turned over by the sheer force of the pull, and stared at the Sith. She did the only thing she could do. She put her hands in front of her and let out a force push.

Sish flew backwards, crashing heavily upon the ground. However, he wasn't angered. Far from it. Excitement thrummed through his body, causing his grin to grow wider. Finally! She shows some spine! This was proving to be a far more entertaining game than he had originally anticipated. He picked himself up, lightsaber at the ready. [i]“I was beginning to think that all you were a spineless coward.”[/i] With a Force Jump, he cleared the distance she had made between them. [i]“Clearly, I was wrong.”[/i] With that, he threw his lightsaber at her, aiming for a leg. That way, if it hit, she wouldn't be killed. Just maimed in a repairable way.

Lightning crackled in his hands, following the spinning bronze blade. Even if it wasn't really one, the Trandoshan was happy that he was getting some form of a fight. Torture can only do so much for one's entertainment.

As soon as the Trandoshan was thrown back, Kinsa crashed hard into the floor. Though the adrnealine helped to lessen the pain and quicken the speed at which she stood up. The Sith started to speak once more, and this time Kinsa was determined to answer. The initial fear had worn off, and now she only felt determined to live.

[i]“Clearly, you are the coward! Fighting an unarmed enemy is pathetic!”[/i] She shouted at him, her eyes narrowing as he cleared the distance between the both of them, and then threw his lightsaber at her.

In a swift, lucky movement, she jumped onto her side, lifting her legs up high and letting herself fall towards the ground, but just before hitting the floor, she pulled out the scalpel. The sharp scalpel she had taken from the med bay, and threw it with all her strength towards Sish's head.

Just after she fell on her shoulder, she could feel the burning sensation of electricity coursing right through her body, rendering her inmobile for a short moment, and blocking off all attempts at thinking a way out of the predicament.

Sish shrugged. It wasn't his fault she hadn't armed herself. He only noticed the scalpel being thrown at him by chance, a flicker of silver in the light, concentrated as he was on electrocuting the Jedi. He stepped to the side to avoid it, but still felt it scrap against his scales. Not sharp enough to draw blood, but it was a reminder. Don't get to confident against the Jedi. They weren't completely helplsess even when you thought they were.

He closed the distance between them as soon as he saw her immobilized. A clawed hand wrapped around her throat, digging in so hard that the claws drew blood, while the other regained his lightsaber. She was thrown and held against the wall while he grinned at her. [i]“This has been a fun game, but I think it's time for it to end. But of course, we can't let you go punishment free, now can we?”[/i] With that, he seized her left forearm in his jaws(biting down till he heard and felt the bones crack) and immobilzed the hand. His lightsaber flicked up, and her left ring finger fell to the floor.

As soon as she was freed from the effects of lightning, she found a clawed hand wrapping itself tightly around her throat. It hurt a lot, and she couldn't breathe. She could hardly move her head, and when she was thrown against the wall in such a savage fashion, and the Sith spoke, desperation started to set in.

She struggled against the Sith's hold for a short moment, before realizing it was useless, and then she just waited, doing her best to keep breathing, as he took a hold of her arm with his filthy teeth. She let out a series of ragged breaths as he bit down on her forearm until the bone broke, and after a pair of tears escaped her eyes due to the pain, she heard the sound of the lightsaber's movement.

But she felt nothing, not even a little bit of pain. The Sith's jaw had done a good enough job to numb her whole arm, so she could barely realize what she had missed before she saw it fall to the ground- A finger. By then she squirmed against his grasp, gasping quietly for air and for freedom as she tried, with all her remaining strength, to stop the flow of tears.

The sound of many boots pounding down the hall was almost lost on Sish as he savored the taste of blood. It'd been a while since he'd had a fresh kill...Regardless, the sound of Troopers approaching brought him out of his bloodlust. He had to stop, or the troopers would fire upon him to make him stop. Then he'd have to explain why they were all dead and it'd just be a mess. So, before the squad rounded the corner, he dropped the Jedi, deactivating his lightsaber and standing too the side.

[i]“She escaped, somehow. Take her back to the Cells.”[/i] He ordered, watching as they obeyed and following to make sure the Jedi didn't try anything else. Doubtful she would, but one could never be too careful. The finger was left in the hall, trash to be collected by the droids. The Twi'lek's Cell was discovered and she was thrown in. Sish left with a final word, [i]“Enjoy the mercy while it lasts, Jedi. I may not be so..restrained next time.”[/i]

Kinsa barely sniffled and threw the Sith a subtle glare as she held her left arm, whispering a soft [i]“Screw you.”[/i]
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