[hider=Post 47, FallenReaper & Ultimate523 | Jayda & Strago]
In the room’s center was an upright table with metal restrains, open and waiting, beside a single chair and hovering table. On the table was a line of items she requested to be there when she arrived.

First was the vibro-blade. It was the simplest crafted, it’s sleek and silver design looked like an inch thick light saber handle. At the opening and the base of the blade were three prongs, together they created high electrical pulses to form a red energy blade. It was painful and terribly sharp energy blade, fully capable of cutting through most alien and human flesh easily at a push of a button. Next was the VRS13 serum, three individual doses. It was a dark purple-ish blue liquid contained in a thick, glass syringe with a sizable hypodermic needle. The item almost looked arcane in nature saved for the stabilizers mounted at its sides, designed to help keep the needle from breaking off into the flesh should the victim struggle. Next notable item was the Taser-like device, the only thing on the table that was completely foreign to Jayda and likely the most dangerous. Self-contain power source, it was made for portability which it to be held in one hand like a laser pistol. Sleek, black and seeming to be nothing more than smooth oval shape and a triangular piece jutting out. It was this piece that shock upon contact on skin and continued until one pulled it away. Besides those, other items included two containers of Kolto spray and a hot brand which was the arcane of all.

Other than that the room was mostly bare. Jayda wasted little time and noted his tendency to procrastinate, she focused her force into her palm until the doors had sealed shut then sent an unexpected force push at him. Since she had yet to use her force abilities upon, the Jedi had little way to gage her action or her power in this area as well as her next action might take him by surprise. She should’ve easily been able to slam him backwards into the surface where she would calmly hold him there.

Strago looked around the room as they entered it, not moving any further in than about two steps from the entrance, remaining aware of the troopers until Jayda closed the door. His focused immediately shifted to her, and the rest of the room as she did, very observant of what was in it. He saw several tools that would likely be used on him, having an idea of what several of them did, but not sure of all of them, especially whatever was in the syringes, deciding not to think too much about it for the moment.

Just a moment later, he felt a force push toward him coming from her. It moved him back against the table in the center of the room, making a slight sound against the metal, causing him to grunt slightly in response, not quite as prepared for it as he knew he should have been. He stayed on it for a few seconds, but then resisted against her push, slowly taking a small step forward to get off of it.

Deciding it would be wise to, he made sure to raise up any mental resistance he could to be prepared for anything she might try with that while remaining focused on resisting her powers, deciding not to speak for the moment, his face showing no emotion for the moment. He didn't feel particularly scared, or worried, but he had no intentions of just giving in, and making things easy for her either. It also wouldn't hurt to know how capable she was with the Force.

Jayda felt him struggle, his force stronger then her own. No, no, she mentally screamed, refusing to let him win. Her body shot forward, her force pressure became harder through pure will as the hand went for his throat. In a follow up, hoping he was distracted between her applying the force and the hand aimed to choke him, her other hand had fisted up and aimed for the abdomen where it would knock the breath from him. Her fingers wrapped about his throat, her nails shallowly dug into the skin and drew a little blood while she forced one arm where she could snap the metal binding over it. It went with a loud click. Hastily Jayda pushed his other leg to snap into the leg binding, followed by his other leg. Each time he struggled or attempted to force push her away, she tightened her grip that when the last binding had snapped shut, she was almost cutting his air off.

Finally, she released her hand and noted a slight bruise left behind from her use of physical force. Moving away and releasing any force push still held, her hand reached out for the single chair then pulled it out in front of the Jedi before she sat down. She folded her arms as her leg crossed over the other, her words spoke plainly. [i]“I’ll ask you a few questions, if your answer doesn’t provide anything I seek or useful information then I’ll end up shifting to less savory methods. So shall we begin?”[/i]

Without waiting on his answer, she started with the first question. It was namely a test to determine whether or not the Jedi had caught and understood her warning. [i]“What was your Jedi rank and purpose at the Jedi Temple?”[/i]

Strago grunted as he felt her hand around his throat, her nails digging into it enough to cause some blood to come out. He could feel the warmth of it against his skin. He quickly gasped for air as she hit him in the stomach, feeling her grab his arm, resisting as much as he could both physically, and with the Force, causing it to take much more time than it would have otherwise, but unable to stop it entirely. He did the same thing with each of his limbs all while working to breathe as much as he could through the growing strength of her choke.

He gasped once again, and took in a deep breathe once she finally released her hand from his throat, and ended the Force push. His breathing was shallow for a few moment, but quickly deepened, allowing him to return to a calmer state once again, watching her as she moved a chair in front of him, and sat down, his focused immediately on her as she did, but part of it on remaining relaxed, and healing slightly, wanting to take advantage of any time between now, and when more damage would be done.

It almost felt odd as she finally spoke again, considering how little of the noise between them had been speech for a decent amount of time now. It took a moment for her voice to register, still not fully used to it, and allowing more of his focus to move toward his healing, and keeping up a mental barrier to be prepared. It was likely clear in his eyes that he wasn't fully focused on her, though whether it was obvious why, he didn't know.

Strago took in a deep breathe after her question, and said nothing for a moment, clearly deciding within himself on what to say, or if he would say anything at all. Making his decision, he finally spoke, [i]“It'll be easier to think in a moment. Your choke didn't help with it much.”[/i] He said relatively seriously, wanting to buy just a little extra time to heal, and think of how he wanted to deal with the situation, along with learning more about how she reacted to this, knowing that any knowledge he could gain of any of the Sith could potentially be valuable.

Jayda had to stop from rolling her eyes at the Jedi. She was many things, from liar to monster and more, but stupid wasn't one of them. He was stalling for time as she only guessed to build up his mental barriers or likely healing, the only two things he could possibly do in his situation. Her eyes shifted to the small wounds on his neck, the blood still slide down along his neck, in time to see the injury heal over. The energy itself was familiar as well and would almost be soothing if it didn't remind her of home and her father.

She sighed, loudly. [i]“I never thought Jedi encouraged lying.”[/i]

Her body shifted upright, moved off the chair, then headed for the nearby table. A hand reached for a single syringe and pulled it towards her eyes to examine. The liquid seemed to shine from dark purple to a metallic blue with the movement, she slowly took a step towards the bounded Jedi. She then pointed the needle towards his neck and pushed it in, roughly and suddenly. Her thumb pressed the button, the liquid vanished into the Jedi's body until when it was all gone, she pulled it out.

Jayda replaced the syringe on the table then waited a moment for the VSR13 to take affect. It would only take a few minutes and to test it, she gently, almost caressingly, traced his jawline. Her eyes sought that painful expression which should be present on his face from the mere touch.

She seemed to be able to tell that he was buying time, but he knew it was a very realistic possibility, so he was far from surprised by it. He looked at her after she spoke with a look of very slight unhappiness, [i]“I didn't lie. It is easier to think now than it was a moment ago.”[/i] He said, feeling the need to say it, more for himself than for her. He took pride in his honesty, but that didn't mean that he didn't occasionally say things that allowed others to make untrue assumptions.

She had moved off the chair as he spoke, and he watched her, looking at the syringe as she picked it up, examining it slightly as she did as well. He had no idea what it was, and decided not to think about it, knowing that it would only make things worse. He grunted as she quickly moved it into his neck, his breathing becoming slightly more shallow as well. He closed his eyes, and immediately put up much more mental resistance as the liquid started to flow into him, not wanting it to effect him any more than the absolute minimum possible.

Strago's eyes shot open as he felt her hand against his face, an odd mix of confusion, and pain overcoming him. His body tensed up slightly, and he looked into her eyes, the confusion continuing to show for a moment before his mind became more at ease, at least knowing what the liquid was doing to him now, but it didn't stop him from feeling pain, though he did close his eyes again, dealing with it as best as he could, trying to keep his focus away from the pain, but struggling to move closer to the Force, instead opening his eyes again, and looking right into Jayda's eyes, focused, and with little emotion, making it easier to deal with anything she might try to do as well.

Jayda's eyes stared back with a surprisingly coldness to them, no pleasure or sorrow taken from her task. This was business, nothing more and her mind shifted from the man being anything living to merely a target or object. She then addressed the Jedi's little...denial about his white lie. [i]“Don't lie...ummm, then I suppose you weren't force healing while taking that little moment then? If you're not going to be truthful with me, then at least be honest with yourself about lying.”[/i]

Her nail followed the man's skin, skirting a shallow cut that likely inflamed with the very movement. Then she added. [i]“Now, are you going to answer my questions? Or need I cut you again?”[/i]

Strago looked at her much more seriously now, a slight anger coming up that likely looked worse than it was from the pain, [i]“What I said was true. I did not claim to be doing anything other than what I was.”[/i] He said quite sternly, then did his best to breathe deeply as her nail continued to move against against him, causing another grunt to come out as it began to cut him, his body tensing slightly more for a moment in response to it, [i]“I am a Jedi Knight.”[/i] He said, the reminder of it making it much easier to return to a calmer state, even with the pain, [i]“I had no specific purpose at the Temple on Coruscant, simple doing what was needed of me.”[/i] He added, thinking back to his times there, somehow able to focus on the good for the moment, losing much of his negative emotion that had appeared a moment ago, now just focused on dealing with the pain.

[i]“One little problem. I don't believe you, not after the lacking truth you told me...”[/i] She said, noted his aggressive reaction to her mention of lies for later. Jayda leaned closer to him, ensured he couldn't just ignored the next words to roll of her tongue. [i]“The reason I know you weren't just taking a breath is because the neck wounds inflicted during my choke hold are healed over. I doubt you have very fast healing abilities so how can I believe you're telling me only part of what I want?”[/i]

To bring what she spoke to his attention, her finger lightly touched the neck and wiped away the blood revealing no nail marks underneath. She knew even a mere touch felt far worse then it should've then turned to hot iron on the table. It seemed the target needed to realize she wasn't kidding about hurting him and a fact that would be more painful then normal. Her nails immediately slashed across his face side, careful not to snag the eye, as they pulled straight down leaving behind some vertical cuts. Blood dampened his face and the salty smell filled her nose while she let him wiggle under the inflicted wounds.

[i]“Now, what was the purpose for you to be at the Temple and what did you work on? And want the whole truth...”[/i]

Strago listened as she spoke, and watched her as she moved closer, and continued. He decided not to respond right away, and just continued to watch her before she suddenly slashed him across his face, causing him to yell, and grunt, his breathing becoming slightly heavier once again. He could feel the blood run down his face. He could feel it much more than normal, but he was glad that it didn't add to the pain even further.

He looked down at the ground for a moment, and closed his eyes, deciding to focus on his healing quite a lot for a few seconds, and keeping it up, but to a lesser degree as he opened his eyes, and looked at Jayda again, [i]“If you don't believe me, then does what I say even matter?”[/i] He asked her quite seriously, part of him wanting to throw that out there while possibly finding the answer, and another part of him hoping to buy more time like before.

[i]“When I believe you've told everything you know and not half truths.”[/i] Jayda said as she felt the man's eyes on her and fought the shiver it caused. She took a deep breath then continued, once again tried to stay on task. [i]“So answer my question and it might buy you the time you seem to seek with you moving from the topic at hand. What was asked of you at the Temple?”[/i]

She moved towards the tools on the table as if hinting for something far worse, her eyes still fixed upon her subject with a hard stare. Her fingers delicately skirted from the vibro-blade to the taser, then finally rested upon the hot iron brand. Jayda picked it up and studied it, the tip started to glow red that faded into a bright white during her wait.

Strago stared back at her, the lack of new pain making it much easier to do so, putting as much focus as he could onto his healing without becoming distracted by it. He looked at the brand as she picked it up. He didn't want to feel it on him, but he didn't fear it for the moment, largely because he didn't think about it at all, returning his gaze to Jayda's eyes, [i]“I was given missions, and did what I could to accomplish them. I had no specific line of duty, such as a diplomat. I simply was given tasks deemed fitting for my skills.”[/i] He answered truthfully, more blunt in his answer than before, but obviously not giving every little detail, partly because he expected that the Sith would ask if she actually cared.

Jayda let the heat shimmer and waft off the tip, heated the air around it. Bright purple eyes seemed entranced as if thinking deeply about something before she then asked another question, the first seemed truthful enough to her. [i]“Most Jedi's skills tell a lot of what important information they might be able to handle or certain task which are vital to the Republic. So what skills did you have that would require you not to specialize in certain area? And I want details...”[/i]

[i]“I simply did what I could to solve problems, and help people, in whatever way was necessary. It's more a lack of certain things that put me in that position.”[/i] He replied, thinking slightly of what more he would say, if anything. It seemed smart to keep speaking, if for no other reason than to heal more, [i]“As for details on my skills, I doubt I could even tell you everything because I don't know it all myself. I simply do what I do, and have been lead to believe that I'm quite good at certain things, and not so good at others.”[/i] He added, then stopped for a moment as his body started randomly shaking slightly. He wasn't sure why, but he continued his healing, then spoke again, [i]“You've seen some of my Force abilities already, so you have that to judge the rest from.”[/i] He further added, then stopped speaking, simply watching her again, feeling much more calm than he had expected to, but knowing that it would possibly change very soon.

[i]“Yes, your Force Skills are easy to judge and impressive to a certain degree,”[/i] Jayda said, not going into farther compliment or detail, [i]“And what, exactly have you been told to do? Who did you meet and where did you end at?”[/i]

These questions seemed to get her nowhere quickly but merely punishing the Jedi for speaking truth was pointless. It was like smacking a child for staying point when told and only served to make her look like a fool in the end. Not that this question wasn't already doing just that. Her knuckles tightened upon the iron's handle then relaxed, idly flexed in her thoughts as she noticed something for the first time: the Jedi was shaking. Her hand placed down the iron then moved for the next injection, her hands wrapped about it and once more plunged the needle into the Jedi's neck. It would make the symptoms worsen when he attempted to heal and slightly dull the currently surfacing ones, now that the stuff was in his system again.

[i]“Can't have that wearing off just yet..”[/i] She told him then set it back down upon the table.

Strago listened as she spoke again, then watched as she dropped the iron, and grabbed another syringe. He closed his eyes, already knowing what was coming, ready to make an attempt to resist the effects of it once again, but knowing from the last dosage that it likely wouldn't do all that much. He grunted slightly as she put it in him, this time feeling it much more than the last, shaking again for a moment before opening his eyes very slowly, and trying to relax, not even able to focus on Jayda as she moved back toward the chair despite the fact the he saw it happen.

He tried to use the Force to get it out of him as much as he could, and while it likely helped slightly, it was far from what he hoped. After another moment, he looked over at her again, staring at her much more blankly now, but shifting his focus away from the feelings in his body once again, [i]“What was the question again?”[/i] He asked, genuinely not remembering after all the other things he had put his focus on despite it not having been all that long.

Jayda shook her head, her face slightly disappointed as she decided it was best to up her tactics. Namely to allow the drug to escape his system faster and maybe after a few hours, he'll more reasonable. Her hand reached for the hot iron and moved his sleeve down, exposing the flesh before she pressed the hot tip into his flesh. It hissed and burned while the man's scream erupted into the room, echoing back before it died. So began Jayda's more aggressive methods in her questioning.

~~Several hours later~~

Jayda stared, her form now seated once more upon the chair, at the Jedi's slightly limp form. His torso had been stripped and skin covered in slowly healing burn marks. Most the marks were round, black and gave off the distinct smell of cooked flesh. For her, the smell threatened to overwhelm her, each inhale almost spilled her meager meal upon the floor as she held her breath. She was trying to hide it. That dark, wrong feeling which built up inside when she forced to finally look upon the aftermath. His body was covered in cold sweat from the heat touching his skin or the drug running through his system, she wasn't sure which, and now his screaming had ceased.

It was a break for the moment. On for him as well as her, namely it was Jayda who struggled to retain that stone mask on her face. It seemed for once Sish was right and it made her feel filthy to think about it. Again, she lifted up and this time took the taser device from the table, the only object lift, before she approached him.

A few of the more severe wounds had been brushed over with Kolto but only to stop the bleeding. She after all sliced into his flesh, created a slit where she stick in the vibro-blade then slowly filet off thin layers down to the muscle. It was merely fat tissue but it did hurt, the man's screams grew faint until it was hoarse.

[i]“Did you handle any documents for the Republic? Important ones involved with military movements, plans or others?”[/i] She asked, slowly in hopes he would understand it this time. She held the device up to him and allowed him a full glimpse, hinting that it was the next to be used.

Strago didn't move much as the torture seemed to finally be over. His entire body was covered in a mix of sweat, and blood along with all the marks, and scars that were left over on him. His healing hadn't been nearly as effective as it was before from the lack of ability to concentrate on it much for so long. He didn't even make much effort to heal for the moment, his body largely numbed to the pain, but he knew it was still wise to put effort into it, and did so because of it.

He finally heard her speak, and groaned a bit as he moved his head to look over at her, the reminder of pain causing him to focus a bit more on his healing again. He coughed a few times, then cleared his throat, feeling how sore it was because of it, [i]“No.”[/i] Was all he said in response, clearly in slight pain from saying the word at all.

He saw the taser as she lifted it up, clearly wanting to show him. He looked at it, but didn't care. He knew it would hurt, and possibly even make him scream again, but he didn't even care at the moment. The thought of pain wasn't as unpleasant as normal after having felt so much of it in such a short time span, and he just closed his eyes, focusing more on his healing, largely able to ignore the shaking that it caused, as unpleasant as it was.

She was hitting a brick wall again with the Jedi. Something that seemed to frustrate her as she checked the emotion quickly, part of her upset that she couldn't just end this. Even a single shred of useful information would've been excuse enough to bring this event to a close but man seemed useless in her goal. Instead all she had gotten were half truths and barely anything to present.

Jayda, in the back of her mind, had a lingering he wasn't telling all. Though it could've been from her growing discomfort and emotional state, the feeling was strong and unwilling to leave her. She asked another question, her thumb pressed the button to ensure the item was working. [i]“Did you meet any impor-”[/i]

A loud crackle and hiss came from the device as it grew hot in her hand. Her eyes widened in realization before her sight darted back at the Jedi. She cursed in Ul'Zabrak, her hand tossed the devices away and instinctive found herself stepping between it and the Jedi. Then everything went white when the explosion erupted through the torture room. The walls rattled and blackened from the power, the force sent her flying into the Jedi and knock both of them into the wall. Her body covered most of his exposed flesh while she turned away to protect her face, head and hearts. Pain flooded along her back and side, something sliced right into it causing a warmth to leak through her outfit. Then the world went black...

Strago could tell that Jayda was becoming more frustrated now, but it didn't matter all that much to him. Once she started speaking again, he saw her press the button on the taser, and he prepared himself for it as best as he could, not that he could do much. His eyes widened as she threw the device away, and moved toward him, feeling very confused about it, but suddenly afterward, he understand slightly better as the device exploded, throwing both of them away from it, and damaging the straps that were over his limbs enough that he was no longer attached to the table.

It took him several seconds to realize to some degree what was happening as he slowly began to open his eyes again, and start to move. He looked around the room, seeing how damaged it had become, then turned toward Jayda, seeing that she was unconscious, and partially on top of him from the angle of the explosion.

He wanted more time to think, but knew he had to act. He grabbed the Sith, and looked over her, seeing her lightsaber on her, and quickly began to work on getting it for himself, moving her around to make it easier before finally pulling it off her belt, and moving her further away from him finally, seeing that the third syringe had made its way into her neck, but deciding to ignore it.

Finally, he began to stand, feeling much weaker than he had hoped. He knew he wouldn't have much time before someone realised what was happening. He took another look over the room, feeling slightly dazed, but still quite clear on where the entrance was, immediately starting to move over toward it, grunting with every step, but doing his best to ignore all the pain he felt.

It was the pain that woke her like a familiar friend, it etched back into the body where it seemed to never have left. Her teeth bared and snarled a little, warning in fashion of a wild animal before she started to rise, By this time the Jedi was making his way to the exit. She didn't remove or care for the needle sticking out of her neck, it wasn't important as the man now trying to escape. Red drops fell to the ground, dripping in her wake while she started to shift towards him. A large, metal sheet had buried itself into side and nearly cleaved her in half. Luckily it managed not to but it still hurt like hell. Each move or twist set her nerves on fire yet she continued to close the gap between them. He wasn't getting away from her. She couldn't let that happen, her voice made a feral growl, the primitive side in full swing for survival. [i]“You're not getting away, stop right there Jedi!”[/i]

It was surprise she could stand at all, something she refused to dwell upon or debate. Right only her and the Jedi existed within the room. Only one would manage to get out, the only thought that was left was who would it be? Him or her.

Strago quickly looked back toward Jayda as he heard her moving, feeling his body freeze for a moment before starting to move again, her animalistic sounds showing her intentions even before she made them entirely clear with her words. After a moment, he looked toward the lightsaber, and quickly turned it on, facing back toward her, but taking half-steps backward toward the exit, making sure to keep the lightsaber between the two of them in case she tried anything, making sure to hold onto it tightly, and be mentally prepared for anything she might try with the Force, [i]“Back down!”[/i] He said quite commandingly, realising it likely wouldn't help much, [i]“This won't end well for you. I've taken your weapon.”[/i] He added, hoping he could somehow reason with her despite her seeming to not be in a very logical state of mind.

[i]“I didn’t spend four years suffering to die here so unless you intend on killing me, Jedi, I won’t advise wielding my light saber.”[/i] She snarled. Despite her primitive side being the main function, Jayda pushed her rage and hatred down, sealing it as she forced her attention upon her prey.

Her force gathered into her legs before she shot forward, using both her Zabrak strength and speed, and closing the remaining gap. Her eyes shot to where the lightsaber would strike and instantly force pulled something from behind him. It was a small, dented bottle of Kolto, the valuable water completely gone, came flying at his head. The man had a choice, slice her down and end up being knocked out from impact with the container or deflect the object before defending her off. Either way with the momentum built, it would be difficult to just push her away.

Strago kept his eyes on Jayda as she spoke, then saw her jump right at him. He felt her Force push part of the way through, and he jumped to the side, realizing that there was a bottle flying right towards him, striking it with the lightsaber to make sure it wasn't a threat. He was now on one knee with the way he landed, and his head was hurting, finding it harder to focus than he normally did, but still able to keep up enough to deal with the situation. He kept the lightsaber in both of his hands, not able to create the strength in his legs to stand for the moment, just making sure Jayda wouldn't be able to attack him.

Jayda managed to drive closer thanks to the distraction but already her vision started to blur. Failing as it grew dimer and more blood dripped upon the ground, leaving a trail. There was some loss feeling in her limbs but she ignored it, unable to do anything about it and instead focused on what did work. Her nose did her little good for all she could smell was her own blood but her hearing still could pick up the Jedi's faint collapse from where he fell to one knee. It was all she needed. Her hand jerked out and took of one of his wrists, struggling to push its blade from severing her arm at the joint or anything else for that matter. Instantly she pulled closer into his range, trying to null the weapon's range and make harder to use. Close up where her claws would bring her the advantage.

[i]“I can't let you win...”[/i] She spoke between heavy breaths, more blood dripped from her wound and it seemed it wasn't Strago that would kill her but herself.

Strago made an attempt to swing at her as she went right at him once again, but she was too quick, grabbing one of his wrists with enough strength that he couldn't do anything with the lightsaber for the moment, especially when she moved even closer to him. Between his own injuries, and the drugs, he felt very weak, and knew she would be able to overpower him if this lasted long enough. His eyes looked over at the syringe in her neck, seeing that it was the same liquid she had used on him earlier. He grunted loudly as he pushed forward aggressively, simultaneously pulling the lightsaber toward him, bringing her with it, and quickly grabbing the syringe with his free hand, injecting her with it, and immediately giving her a small Force push with the little energy he could muster, just to give him a few extra inches of space that he felt he needed, hoping it would let him pull the lightsaber away from her entirely.

She felt the needle break into the muscle and seemed to jab into the very bone. Her eyes looked at the Jedi; her limbs seemed completely dead as overwhelming pain seemed to wash over her when he sent her back. Her hands unable to keep hold upon the light saber, even after all the damage wrecked upon her body and yet she still fought it. It was her nature as a Zabrak after all.

Instead of a twisted, painful expression, her body fell to the floor and her face slightly relaxed. Then her words pierced the air. [i]“Even the brightest light casts the darkest shadow, remember that and... Very well played, Jedi. It seems you cast a bit of a shadow yourself…”[/i]

Then she pass out from blood loss, the darkness took her for the second time.

Strago looked at Jayda for a moment as she spoke, then fell unconscious once again. He kept an eye on her as he moved toward the entrance, leaving the lightsaber on just to be safe, quickly pressing the button that had opened the door to get in. He was very relieved as he saw the door open, but a sense of nervousness quickly overcame him as he began to step out, realizing the situation, and what he had just done.

However, only a moment later, the two troopers who had been waiting outside noticed him, his clothing from his upper body all off of him, and many of his injuries showing, along with all the blood that remained, but wielding a purple lightsaber. They immediately aimed there blasters at him, one of them letting out a brief, [i]“Uhh.”[/i] Before firing his blaster, the other quickly following. Strago managed to deflect the blasts, and Force pushed one of them into the wall, then quickly Force pulling the other one toward him, and throwing the blaster to the side.

He took a brief moment to look around, seeing that it was only these two troopers, then quickly pulled off the helmet of the one close to him, and threw him into the metal wall, quickly crashing the bottom of his boot into his skull, hoping it would knock him out, but seeming to not quite get the job done. The trooper moved his hand toward what appeared to be some kind of speaking device, and Strago knew he couldn't let him, deciding within the moment to slice his head off before Force pulling the other trooper toward him, slicing him in half part of the way through the pull as well.

Almost immediately, he regretted his actions, but he knew now wasn't the time for regret, grabbing one of the troopers blasters just in case, and destroying the other with his lightsaber as he turned off the lightsaber, and moved quietly through the corridors at a slow pace, listening to every single sound he heard, and doing his best to be prepared for anything, still holding the lightsaber in his hand in case he had to use it. 
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[hider=Post 48, Sundered Echo & Ellri | Thalia Valcia & Absk Katherion]

Day 2 After Sacking - 21:09 Ship time

Thalia Valcia lay quite peacefully on her bed, resting her eyes but not sleeping after the day's exertions. She’d been informed that the Jedi she’d been told to manage had been killed, and that the perpetrator had been sentenced to death for the act. It was a load off her shoulders to be sure, and the thought of him dead was quite a pleasant one. Perhaps her day was taking a turn for the better after all that mess that had earlier occurred. She was, at this moment, supposed to be monitoring the surveillance as it was still ‘her day’ to do so, but, as usual, she had delegated the boring job to one of her Acolytes. She rather hoped that it wouldn’t prove to be bad luck to assign the same Acolyte there, and the feeling that maybe it was was why she wasn’t handling any more hazardous materials today. Her leg hurt quite a bit where the alchemical liquid had spilled on it, and the skin was beginning to itch somewhat. It was fairly simple to convert the pain into power, but the itching was not something Sith training had taught her to deal with. She tried to put it out of her mind.

Just as she felt like she was falling asleep, an angry beeping seemed to come from the door. She ignored it, hoping it would go away soon. A few seconds later it was followed rather unceremoniously with a heavy knocking on the door to her quarters, enough to bring her uncomfortably back to wakefulness. She made her way to the door and with a wave of her hand it opened. [i]“This had better be good!”[/i] she almost screamed at the witless Acolyte standing sheepishly in the corridor. His response was timid but swift - he knew how impatient Thalia could be. [i]“My Lord, there is another, um, disturbance… Lord Sish is chasing a Jedi through the corridors.”[/i] He seemed to finish his sentence in one breath. Thalia’s heart sank at hearing the news. It meant she’d actually have to do her duty and watch the cameras. Just to make sure that the crazy Lizard didn’t get out of hand… and to make sure the Jedi was caught. Jedi loose in the halls was a very bad thing, and Nyiss would not be pleased if they remained free of their captivity for long. She immediately made her way to the surveillance room.

Upon arriving she was greeted with the sight of Lord Sish barreling through a group of Imperial personal and droids at speeds that could only be Force-enhanced. Typical brutish conduct. She pulled up a different camera to track him and the Jedi battling, though it could hardly be called that. It wasn’t long until Sish had the Twi’lek girl in his scaly green clutches, and with that all that remained was to see if he killed her or not. Thalia was rather hoping he would, and her hand hovered over the comm-link to Darth Nyiss’ quarters as she watched. She was quickly disappointed, however, as a large force of Imperial marines arrived to take the girl back to her cell, having lost only a finger. That wouldn’t be enough for her to get him executed with unfortunately. She slumped back into her chair as the action ceased, realising that the acolyte was still standing awkwardly behind her. [i]“Get out of here. Go do something else somewhere else.”[/i] She wasn’t in the mood for this. Not at all. She decided that, given today’s preponderance of troubles, she’d stay and complete her watch for once. There was barely an hour to go anyway. She sat back and got comfortable, watching the terribly dull camera’s with only half an eye.

She had just about made up her mind to leave the camera’s unattended for a minute and get a holobook from her room when her personal comm began to buzz. Why did everything always have to happen to her? She was just trying to have a nice peaceful day, and everyone wanted her for something. It was as if she was the only competent being aboard the ship. She thought about ignoring the call, but then thought better of it as it buzzed for the third time. She was immediately relieved she had. [i]“Oh, My Lord, I hadn’t expected a-”[/i] She was cut off as a text only message came through. [i]“Of course its not a bad time I-”[/i] Cut off again. She hated that. A longer message this time. [i]“Yes I can do that. May I ask w-”[/i] Silly. Silly question. Of course she couldn’t. [i]“No I don’t mean to question you. Go in Strength…. Gone already. As usual.”[/i] She closed the Holocom. She’d been asked to kill the Apprentice known as ‘Zanna’ when she returned to the Prison block from wherever she’d went for the night. Thalia didn’t question the order, instead she opened her Holocom again, this time calling the Acolyte she’d only minutes ago sent away. He answered straight away, ever the obedient one, always eager to please his master. [i]“My Lor-”[/i] She wasted no time with formalities, interrupting him like she’d been interrupted moments earlier. [i]“Shut up. I need you to get Acolytes Tharn, Cadera and Salia and send them to wait at the entrance to the Prison deck. They are to ‘greet’ Apprentice Zanna when she returns to this deck. Understand?”[/i] His reply was swift [i]“Yes my Lord. I’ll do it right away.”[/i] There was a reason she used him so much. She’d picked the three Acolytes in her power structure she considered most expendable. It was highly likely they wouldn’t succeed in their task and Thalia didn’t really want to lose anyone she liked.

She was about to get up and leave to retrieve her book when a fairly loud bang came through the speakers of the surveillance camera’s, interrupting her yet again. She quickly found the necessary camera and an alert started blaring its ugly sound at her. She ignored it as she looked on at the scene of the explosion in one of the mono torture cells - an explosion had gone off that had just about killed the Sith torturer and maimed the Jedi she’d been working on even more than he already was. She was shocked to see first the Jedi, then the Sith both rise from the blast, despite their wounds. The Jedi had managed to get the Sith’s Lightsaber somewhere along the way, and for brief seconds that seemed to drag on like hours they fought. In the end, the Jedi triumphed over the badly wounded and unarmed Sith and stepped out into the hallway where he killed two Imperial Marines. Thalia’s jaw dropped for a moment and in an almost trance like state of shock she reached over to the comm. First Nyiss’ room - no answer. Then the Moff. [i]“Moff.”[/i]

Moff Katherion had also gotten notice of the alarm, but had not had time to check what it was about. They were approaching their first stop on the journey, so he had a lot to prepare. When his personal holocom pinged, he activated it with a quick gesture. [i]“What is it? What do you want?”[/i] he asked, impatiently.

[i]“We have a Jedi escape in progress, Darth Nyiss isn’t responding to her rooms comm. One Jedi, armed with a Lightsaber he took from his minder.”[/i]

[i]“Then deal with it. That is What I keep you around for.”[/i]

[i]“Very well, Moff. I’ll put a stop to it right away.”[/i]

Moff Katherion deactivated the holocom, then issued a small command from his private terminal, raising and locking down the prison deck turbolift. He might not care much about what went on in the prison deck, but he did not want a Jedi running around the rest of the ship.

Thalia was not quite finished with the comms, though. There was a severely wounded Sith still in the blasted remains of the room, and it looked like she wouldn’t make it without medical attention fairly soon. Thalia turned from the screens, briefly considering her options. She could leave the Sith to die where she was, or she could call the medical team and tell them to go in as soon as the Jedi was under control. It was very tempting to simply leave her. Not helping the dying was, after all, the easiest way to assassinate someone. But then she remembered that that girls master was the Lizard. The thought of the Lizard coming after her was enough to make her turn back and call the medical team, telling them to be ready the moment she gave the go ahead.

With that she turned and left the Surveillance room with a Force-assisted sprint, her Lightsaber already in hand in the reverse grip she favored. 
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