[hider=Post 49, Sundered Echo & AramisMedici | Jewel Namore & Calista Praxon]
Jewel was quite pleased to see the obvious recognition on the human Jedi’s face. She’d taken the Lightsaber for its distinctiveness, though every Jedi or Sith should know their own Lightsaber by sight anyway, and her bringing it appeared to have the desired effect on the woman. She was rather amused with the Jedi’s answer. It was the obvious one, of course, and is was partially true, but it demonstrated the Jedi’s lack of vision as well. They would never think to turn their enemies to their own side for use as pawns and fodder. They cared too much about each other for that. Jewel was also quite pleased with the restraint the Jedi were showing, although, if they kept it up it would cost them. Throughout it all, she maintained an impassive face.

[i]“You’re right. We do want information from you, and we will get what we want. Some of my colleagues will definitely be using physical methods. I, however, am a little more sophisticated. But you haven’t properly answered me yet. Why have I brought you here, to a combat arena?”[/i]

She glanced between the lightsaber again, and frowned. Could it be... Why? Strange that they would resort to such a thing. But better to not keep her waiting. [i]“I can't speak on behalf of your motives. They are your own, and I can only guess. Since it's a combat arena, that narrows it to a few things. You want us to fight each other, or you want one of both of us to fight you. Or you want us to kill one or both of the prisoners here.”[/i]

Jewel raised an eyebrow at that. This Jedi was fairly perceptive. [i]“Very good.”[/i] She walked casually to one of the weapon racks that lined the edge of the room, and at her approach the metallic claws that held the weapons in place retracted. This particular rack had a number of vicious looking conventional blades. Jewel selected one at random and pulled it free of the rack before throwing it to Calista hilt first. [i]“And since you figured it out first, you can be the first to carry it out. Kill Mr. Finn.”[/i] She pulled a second blade from the rack and walked back to the group in the middle of the arena, handing the second blade to the Republic soldier. [i]“Kill him, or he will kill you.”[/i]

Calista's eyes widened and instinct caused her hand to reach out and grab the blade thrown to her. It was balanced, and of good quality, but obviously the Lord could break through it if she tried to attack her: no lightsaber for her. She looked over at the prisoner in front of her and regarded him evenly. This was not going to end well: one of them would die in this exercise. [i]“Should I sacrifice my life for him? If I had to be honest, I'd rather not.”[/i] And any fool could see that Calista was the superior one at combat between the two. Not to mention that Makashi was the primary style she used--a style she was excellent in--which was formed with situations like this in mind. Should she just get it over with then?

No. Her mind spoke up; no. Not now. He looked like he was ready to die. Or perhaps he would try to kill her for his own life. Calista faintly wondered if he'd just present her his neck after dropping the sword given to him by the Lord. Maybe he'd just decapitate himself with the sword while he had the chance. Going along with it, she flourished her blade in a Makashi salute, before dropping it to the standard form. It would be his move, and regardless of what he did, she would parry, deflect, dodge, and defend whatever blows he sent. And she would think of what to do from there.

Jewel observed Calista performing the Makashi salute with no small amount of glee. The Jedi was getting ready to strike down an innocent man. Thus far the other Jedi and the second prisoner could only watch on in silence. Tover Finn looked sullenly at Jewel, then slowly back to Calista, the held loosely at his side. [i]“I wont do it.”[/i] He suddenly said, though he did not look at Jewel when he said it. [i]“Come on now Tover... All you need to do is strike down this Jedi and you'll be free. We'll give you back to the Republic and no further harm will come to you.”[/i] Jewel said, smiling as she saw a flicker of hope spring into the mans eyes. [i]“I'm sorry Jedi”[/i] he said, desperation evident as he spoke. He stepped forward, swinging the unfamiliar weapon clumsily at the Jedi woman in front of him.

Calista only had to wave her arm to parry the clumsy strike, her brows furrowing. [i]“The Sith are liars. I can't blame you for what you're doing: you're grasping for freedom. But they'll never give you back to the Republic. You're their prize: we all are.”[/i] She still held the blade out to her side, now beginning to circle her opponent. With luck, she could be a voice of reason to him. Or soothe his conscious for what he was about to do. Her own stomach felt like it had a lead ball in it from dread of having to kill him. But strangely, a part of her thought that his death would be a mercy. Curious.

Jewel's brow furrowed slightly with the Jedi's attempt at talking the man down. She had to know that only one of them was walking away from this. And yet she still tried to save the man. How very frustrating. At the Jedi's words though, the hope that had appeared in Finns eyes died, as suddenly as it had come into life. He clearly knew what the Jedi said was true. He dropped his blade, the sharpened length of metal falling to the floor with a clatter. [i]“Then kill me. If they ain't going to let me go, I'd rather just die. Anything is better than another day in this hell.”[/i] Jewel's smile returned with that. Now the Jedi had destroyed the hope in the man, and she made no effort to continue with her earlier lie.

[i]“Do it.”[/i] A voice in her head whispered. [i]“Kill him. He's asking for it. He's on his knees. He's unarmed. It'll be easy. You've done this before, right?”[/i] [i]“No,”[/i] She responded to the voice, [i]“Not like this. Never like this. I wonder if that's the real reason she gave me a metal blade. There is no resistance when a lightsaber breaks flesh. I'll feel the thickness of his neck muscles and the strength of his bones if I do this. Is it right to even kill him?”[/i] She wanted to ask how long he'd been there. Of what they even subjected him to that caused him to be at this point of desperation. But it didn't matter in hindsight, did it? Whatever it was, it was horrible enough to want to cause him to die. Or... Did it?

She slowly made her way to behind the Republic soldier, still keeping her guard up. While she walked, she reached out with the Force to gently probe his mind, to see if he was under the affects of anything. What if they didn't capture just Jedi from Coruscant? What if they captured non-Force users too? She rose her blade and placed it next to the man's neck, the blade's dull edge hovering near his neck, her throat clearing before she spoke. [i]“I'll hear your last words, if you have any.”[/i] She would have put the sharp edge, but this Lord was here for a show, it seemed. She'd probably be unhappy if the Republic soldier dispatched himself on her blade when she didn't mean to, Calista reasoned.

The man was silent for a moment, collecting himself. For a moment it looked like he was going to die silent and Jewel considered giving him a push with the Force. This would work better if he had last words, it'd give the Jedi something to remember. It'd give this pathetic mans death potential meaning far beyond his worth. But a moment of patience was all Jewel had needed. The man began to talk. To his credit, he managed to remain reasonably composed even at deaths door. [i]“I did my best... I fought for the Republic, and I did my best.”[/i] His voice lowered to a whisper then [i]“But it wasn't enough...”[/i] He shut his eyes. As much as Jewel wanted to dominate the Jedi and make her kill Finn to end this drama, it was something she couldn't force. It had to come from the Jedi, or it wouldn't be effective.

After not sensing any mind alterations to the soldier's thought process, Calista took another breath and steeled herself, her grip on the sword's handle tightening. [i]“Brace yourself, Calista. Calm yourself. Numb yourself to what's about to happen: it must happen, no matter how unsavory it is.”[/i] [i]“No. Don't numb yourself to this. Remember this feeling; of having no choice but to strike a man down to save him from further torment. Never numb yourself to killing, Calista, or else it becomes easier, and the gravity of it decreases over time.”[/i] She nodded imperceptibly to that thought, and then would murmur quietly, [i]“Is that not all we can do? Our best?”[/i] To the man, before finally bringing the blade across to decapitate his head. A quick and painless death.

Her response to his final words wasn't just for the sake of contemplation. It served as a distraction to him, something to perhaps think about to distract him from the incoming blade. Glancing down at the bloodied weapon in her hands, she shut her eyes with a pained look, her chest heaving with another breath, and exhaled quietly. With a blank expression, she would then turn to face Jewel, wordlessly extending the blade's handle to her, having completed the grim task she was set to complete. She had little doubt that this Sith was enjoying herself; watching a Jedi conflict over morals seemed to be a show for them. And Calista also doubted that she would miss the opportunity to rub this situation in her face. But she didn't mind; her conscious was clear in regards to killing him. Her single greatest regret in all of this was hat he had to die to escape this hell.

The Twi'lek woman Shandi Rin had screamed briefly at seeing a Jedi kill the man, especially with the copious amount of blood that poured forth from the neck wound to soak the arena floor around Calistas boots. Jewel was quite happy to see the Jedi finally run the sharpened metal edge along the mans throat, even going so far as to decapitate him, and she had to suppress a vicious grin. Much as this was entertaining, entertainment was not why she was here, and if she gave way to her emotions now she wouldn't be able to properly carry out her plan. Instead she simply said [i]“Well done.”[/i] She reached out to take the sword from Calista, but at the last minute stopped, and, with her hand still hovering by the hilt of the weapon, said [i]“You aren't done with that.”[/i] She stepped back then, and looked directly into Calista's eyes. [i]“Let me tell you what you have just done. You have destroyed the hopes of an innocent man, and you have ended a Life that could have been turned to something good, or at least useful.”[/i] She'd always found that telling people out loud had more effect than the internal struggle that had no-doubt gone on in the Jedi's mind. [i]“Incidentally, Finn broke to the Imperial Intelligence torturers within two hours of capture. 'His best' wasn't very much.”[/i] Jewel waited for a moment to see if Calista would reply, turning her back while she did so.

Calista ignored the screaming, and the front of her tunic was sprayed with blood, some of it going into her face even, giving her a more menacing appearance. She began to speak a rebuttal to Jewel with her eyes examining the bloodied blade in her hands, it's tip pointing at the ceiling. [i]“You speak in circumstance; 'could haves,' Sith, but would that really be the case? If you are going to present to me such a hypothetical scenario, allow me to retort,”[/i] Calista's eyes followed the Sith as she walked away, [i]“The Sith could have not captured him. The Sith could had not picked him. The Sith could have done a number of things. We all can. But that doesn't make it so. If two hours was his best, then it was his best. And however I will last against you and your colleagues shall also be my best. You believe that I just ended a life that could hand been good and useful. That may be so. But if I didn't kill him, what would you do? You cannot honestly tell me you'd let him go. You could torture him--or the Twi'lek--or both in front of my eyes, or even me. You could even strike them down before me. Whatever goodness or use his life could have done in this world was snuffed out the moment you delivered your challenge to me in this room. I killed him. I accept that. And I regret it. But I hope you're not suggesting that the fault is purely mine.”[/i]

Jewel had expected the Jedi to try to shift blame onto her. After all, she was a Sith, and in the minds of the Jedi the Sith were all evil. Evil was subjective. [i]“You are wrong Jedi. His death is entirely your fault. Not because you killed him with your hands, but because you didn’t let him kill you. You acted selfishly, to preserve your own life. Who are you more important than him? It was my understanding that the Jedi sacrificed themselves for others, and yet here you stand. You put yourself before him, just as a Sith would.”[/i] The Jedi would probably ignore her and find some foolish reason to discount the truth that Jewel spoke, but this too, was expected. No Jedi worth being converted ever fell quickly.

Calista paused for a moment, her brows furrowing, before a wry smile came over her features. [i]“You make it sound so simple. But is it really? You wouldn't have let him kill me.”[/i] It made some sense now. Jewel had let Calista kill that Republic soldier: a non-Force user. The Sith had always valued Force users over non-Force users, so it made sense that she picked one (most likely two) for Calista to slaughter. But what would seem strange was the proclamation they passed before arriving in this room: the Darth's prisoners were not allowed to be killed. So why was she allowed to kill this guy? Jewel was more than capable of stopping her; she could have easily stopped her using the Force, her lightsaber, or the guards. But she allowed Calista to kill him. Were non-Force users considered to not be prisoners? That was the only way Calista could think of that explained why Jewel allowed her to do what she did: [i]“prisoner”[/i] extended to Jedi. And if only Jedi were considered prisoners, then either the Sith had that much prejudice against Republic non-Force users (likely), or there was a very specific purpose for why the Jedi were being kept alive. Perhaps it was both.

Jewel turned back to the Jedi woman before speaking again. [i]“Wouldn't I?”[/i] She said. [i]“We'll never know now. You wont have another chance to sacrifice yourself so.”[/i] She turned to Shandi Rin, the Twi'lek woman, and her expression changed to one that looked caring, loving almost. [i]“Now Shandi, tell us about yourself”[/i] Jewel cooed in a soft voice. The Twi'lek could only whimper, her fear was palpable, but confusion was beginning to set in on her face. [i]“Its alright dear.”[/i] Jewel said in the same voice as before. The Twi'lek slowly gathered herself and started speaking in a quavering voice laced with fear. [i]“I'm Shandi Rin... I live on Coruscant. I... work... worked in the Senate building. I've been married for five years... I have two children Adaha and Lenna.”[/i] She stopped for a moment and looked very suddenly afraid for her life, clearly remembering less savory encounters with interrogators [i]“I, I don't know anything! Please I was just a secretary I don't know anything!”[/i] Jewel's expression hardened. She'd hoped the Twi'lek could keep it together a bit longer. But that would have to do.

Jewel had originally thought to order Calista to strike down this prisoner as well, but a different idea had occurred to her. A test of the womans will. [i]“I don't need information from you Shandi. I only need you to scream.”[/i] As she spoke her voice and expression had changed drastically, from a soft tone to near growling, dripping with the malevolence the Sith were known for. She raised her hand and formed it into a claw, grabbing the Twi'leks internal organs with the Force and exerting just enough pressure to cause an extreme agony the likes of which few beings ever felt. She stood side on to Calista while she did it, mostly facing away from the Jedi, who still had the Sword in her hands.

Calista narrowed her eyes at the deceptively sweet tone Jewel was using as she spoke to Shandi: was she hoping to cause more emotional pain while debating to kill her? Calista didn't have to wait long before Jewel began internally crushing the Twi'lek. Her eyes widened, and flinched slightly at the torture, but made no other sudden movements. So what was the point of this? To watch her squirm as an innocent was tortured before her eyes? It was one thing for Calista to kill someone; she killed Tover out if mercy. She killed him with a grim finality, a reluctance. She did not glorify in his death, and tried to give him as painless a death as possible. It was another thing to watch Lord Namore torture an innocent for her own pleasure and to invoke a response from Calista. And if Lord Namore wanted a reaction, she'd get one. Using the Force, she'd try to pull out her lightsaber and held it to the Lord's neck: she was standing right next to her, close enough so she could draw her blade quickly and point it at the Lord before she flinched. With a steady voice and a steel gaze, she addressed the Sith. [i]“I don't know exactly what you read in my file. I'm not good at many things, but I am good at this; I have my lightsaber in my hand, and I am talented in its use. But I'm also a Jedi. Release her, and I will surrender my lightsaber once more. Refuse, and I will cut something off you will miss.”[/i]

A smile crept onto Jewels face as she felt the proximity of the Lightsaber near her throat. This was good. This was excellent. She lowered her hand and released Shandi, who crumpled to the floor immediately, and began crying and whimpering in pain. [i]“Was that so hard?”[/i] She said, stepping away from Calista and the raised Lightsaber. [i]“How do you feel when you see her in pain? How do you feel about me?”[/i] Her hand crept to her own Lightsaber and she began to fill her mind with rage and hate. Again, she remained impassive to look upon as she built up to the Juyo duality of inner rage and outer calm. Then she did something rash. She took her Lightsaber from her belt and threw it to the floor several meters away. And with her other hand, raised Shandi into the air and crushed her insides completely, throwing the limp body between her and Calista, blood dripping slowly from the Twi'leks lifeless eyes. [i]“How do you feel now?”[/i]

[i]“To be honest?”[/i] Her voice had a hissed edge to it as her eyes narrowed even further, the grip on her lightsaber tightening. [i]“You know what I think. You released her, and then killed her. You're practically putting your head on a block--or pretending to, anyway--for me to chop off. And I will admit, it is tempting.”[/i] Her fingers squeezed the lightsaber handle nestled in her hand, her tongue wetting her lips before she spoke. She felt the heady emotions swirling through her head and creeping through her body. Anger and frustration were the top two on her list. She could even feel the beginnings of hate threading its way through her heart. The desire to fight which caused the blood in her ears to thrum. She would normally shut her eyes and think of treasured memories kept in her head for situations like this--of sandy beaches and cliffs overlooking the ocean. But to call upon such memories here and now would be sacrilegious. It was obvious what this Sith was trying to do: turn her to the Dark Side. She had to focus on something else. Admittedly, with difficulty, she turned her head and began to stiffly walk to the now dead Twi'lek, her blade still pointed at the Sith. Slowly, she would glance in between her and the corpse as she crouched on her knees, her free hand moving to shut the Twi'lek's bloody eyes. Brushing the reddened digits over Shandi's forehead, she rose quickly to her feet and en garde. [i]“Calista, drop the lightsaber. You promised you'd surrender once she let her go. [i]“I... I want to hear what she has to say first.”[/i] [i]“She's egging you on! She'll keep this up if you don't drop it!”[/i] [i]“She'll keep it up no matter what I do!”[/i] She was fighting yet again another mental battle, the conflict evident in her eyes, until finally she flung her own lightsaber away to Jewel's, keeping a growl of frustration from coming out of her throat. She turned her gaze once again to the Sith, her fingers curling into her palm before hanging limp. [i]“There. Calm down. Think.”[/i]

Jewel saw the conflict in the Jedi's eyes and heard in her voice as she threw aside her Lightsaber, the elegant curved hilt landing next to Jewels own. The emotions pouring off the Jedi were delicious, and it was only now, with her goal finally accomplished, that she let herself enjoy the moment. The Jedi hadn't given in to her emotions, but Jewel hadn't expected her to either. Not yet. This was only the first time. And after a stint under the claws of Sish and a few more forced killings, Jewel had no doubt that Calista would give in. It was only a matter of time, and Jewel was a patient Sith. She collected the Lightsabers, replacing them both on her belt, and wordlessly touched a button on her gauntlet. A squad of Imperial soldiers entered and roughly grabbed Calista by the arms to drag her back to her cell, Jewel following behind the group the whole way. The entire time on the way back, she let her feelings flow freely, focusing on her hatred. When they reached the cells, Jewel shot a smile that would normally be considered warm and friendly to Calista, before turning and leaving her and the other prisoners to the relative privacy of their cells.

As Calista was throttled back to her cell, her thoughts quickly turned from vengeance, to much simpler ones: mostly sleep. She ignored the smile that was given to her by Jewel, merely turning the ray shield to her door on and her feet moving to her bed. She pulled the to over herself as a makeshift blanket, her eyes immediately falling shut and breathing falling into a steady rhythm. Her sleeping form, however, belied her inner pain. [i]“I haven't fallen... I haven't fallen. I won't fall. I can't fall. I'm so tired... And why am I in so much pain?”[/i] Her teeth grit and her knees pulled into her chest, while her hands clenched into fists. Indeed, she felt like her skin was burning and like she had a few cracked ribs. This didn't seem right, and shouldn't have been right. And she was very certain this pain was not from her actions of the previous hour. All she knew was that she was tired and in physical pain. Her mind would wrack over possible reasons until her conscious dimmed out and she fell fully asleep. 
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[hider=Post 50, Frettzo & AramisMedici | Kinsa & Calista]
Slowly, Kinsa lifted her head. She had fallen into an uneasy sleep after the encounter with the lizard, and she still hurt. Not only was it that her left forearm was broken, coated in semi-dried blood and with deep and savage bite marks, but she also found it saddening that she would never really feel her left hand the same way.

She had attempted clenching her fist -as much as she could, with her arm damaged as it was-, and she could swear she felt her ring finger, but when she looked, it wasn't there.

[i]“I guess I knew this would eventually happen...”[/i] She whispered to herself, voice slightly coarse, before shakily getting onto her feet, supporting herself against the wall as she looked out of her cell, and into her friend's.

How long had they been prisoners...? It was hard to say. For all she knew, she could have been unconscious for weeks in that little Kolto Tank. Seeing her friend in the cell in front of hers gave Kinsa mixed feelings. Was it a good thing that she was here? Was it a bad thing?

These thoughts and doubts plagued her mind, until she shook her head and walked out of her cell, right towards Calista's. She didn't care that she was badly hurt. She didn't care that she could barely walk at the moment. She just wanted to speak to Calista. Her friend.

Calista was still curled up on her bed, recovering from the harrowing mess she had gone through earlier that day hours ago. Or was it night? It was so difficult to tell, after being stuck on this ship for a couple days without seeing the sun. It was as Calista feared: she was starting to lose track of time. Her brows knit together as she sensed the presence of Kinsa coming closer, which caused her to rise to a sitting position with her hands propping her up. When she saw Kinsa limping to her, her eyes widened and mouth dropped open. [i]“Kinsa! Oh Force, Kinsa, who did this to you?!”[/i] Immediately she shot up from her bed, her fingers scrambling to lower the ray shield. When it dropped, she rushed over to put Kinsa's right arm--the one not being cradled--around her shoulders. [i]“Hold on, let me help you. Sit down, use my robe to give you some warmth. Let me take a look at you.”[/i] Besides the blood on her robes and face, Calista looked fine physically. But with no visible injuries on her person, the blood was likely not her own. [i]“Where are you injured?”[/i]

The relief she felt from being noticed by a friendly being washed over Kinsa, and showed in a small smile that she gave Calista. But Calista was quick to get up and rush towards her.

[i]“The lizard Sith... Don't know his name. Whole reason I've been away for this long...”[/i] She began, voice coarse, as Calista helped her into her cell, to sit down on her bed. [i]“He... Attempted to interrogate me, and then I woke up in a Kolto Tank. I tried to escape... Foolish... He found me, and well...”[/i] She sighed, using her right arm to adjust the robes around her form so that they would provide the most warmth, and when she was done with that, she nodded over at her forearm and hand.

[i]“Are you okay, though? Blood on your clothes...”[/i]

[i]“A... Lizard Sith, you say?”[/i] Calista frowned as she began to gently examine Kinsa's arm, her face contorting into minor distress and concern. [i]“Force, Kinsa...”[/i] The lost finger required the most attention, by far. One of her hands began to glow blue with the Light Side of the Force to heal the area. It was impossible to make her a new finger. The most she could do would be to stop the bleeding, sterilize the area, and seal it with a layer of skin. This wound required her attention the most by far. The sound of Kinsa worrying caused her to smile weakly, her head shaking 'no.' [i]“I was the entertainment of a human Sith--a Lord Namore. She had my lightsaber and...”[/i] She paused, the smile straining. [i]“She didn't hurt me. But... She made me--made me...”[/i] Her head dropped and voice fell to a whisper, [i]“She made me kill someone. A Republic soldier. Told me it was me or him. And then she killed a Twi'lek. I got my lightsaber and pointed it at her neck... I could have killed her.”[/i] She shook her head again: she needed to focus, so she changed the topic. [i]“On my way to the room where we were at, I saw a Sith get executed... Apparently we're not to be killed by anyone, by strict orders of the Darth commanding this ship. I didn't get her name though. But don't worry about me, okay? You're in far worse shape than I.”[/i] Calista dropped to a kneel and gave Kinsa another smile, this one less tremulous and more warm than the last one.

[i]“Trandoshan, I believe.”[/i] Kinsa affirmed, then waited. She did her best to hide her own distress upon seeing Calista's expression, then she relaxed once she began to get healed.

'Did she really go through all of that?' Kinsa thought to herself, glad, in some warped way, that not all Sith were intent on destroying your body. But it was evident that Calista was troubled, and Kinsa knew better than to interrupt her as she spoke, so she just listened, looking at her own injuries from time to time. They hurt less, to some extent.

[i]“We're lucky, I guess... Gives us time to think... And I'm in no worse shape than you. I believe I'm just as fit, if not more fit than you.”[/i] She joked with a half-hearted smile and slightly dull eyes.

[i]“A... Trandoshan.”[/i] Calista tried to keep her voice casual and even while she continued her work, her eyes would occasionally glance up at Kinsa to check on her to make sure she wasn't in further pain. [i]“What did he look like? And I still disagree with you.”[/i] Calista bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from repeating Kinsa's injuries; it was not what she needed to hear right now. [i]“But you're right. We are lucky. We have some time to think and rest. Who knows what the others are going through? And Strago... We haven't seen him yet.”[/i] Her teeth bit into her lower lip, and then her job would be finished. [i]“Finished with your finger.”[/i] She reported before putting her hands to work on Kinsa's forearm: she deemed that the second most important part to fix. She wanted to reduce the swelling and heal any fractures, at least.

The joke flew right past Calista's head. It was depressing, really. Kinsa couldn't help but erase the smile from her face. [i]“Tall, green, lots of scales, sharp teeth, ugly face and creepy stare. Also scary grin.”[/i] She quickly blurted out, shivering lightly in both disgust and stress at the memory.

[i]“And about Strago... I'm not sure, Klutz... I'm beginning to think it might be better if he was, you know...”[/i] She said softly, looking down and to the right, looking rather sad all of a sudden.

Calista was disappointed that she had such a vague description to work with, but it would have to do. So far, her Sith matched up with the description. And if that was really him, that news was... Disturbing, to say the least. It meant that she could be in some serious trouble once he decided to pay her a visit. She filed that thought away for later when she heard her nickname, causing her to look at Kinsa with mock shock. [i]“I'd smack you if you weren't injured!”[/i] She teased, [i]“I haven't tripped on my feet since I was a kid! And... He's alive.”[/i] He'd voice lost most of its joy and her eyes glanced over where Kinsa's were. [i]“I know he is. Funny how I was thinking that same
thing the first day we were here.”[/i] Kinsa's arm would now be finished and Calista would rise to sit next to her friend. [i]“But here we are anyway. Maybe it's a good thing. We could help the others, and we won't be alone. I have my two best friends on board... How many Jedi can say the same outside our group? We are incredibly lucky, in that regard.”[/i]

[i]“I haven't had much time to get used to having... Four... Fingers on my left hand, but I'm pretty sure the feeling's the same as losing a friend... It's good to know Strago's alive.”[/i] She said, slowly waving her left arm around. It still hurt a bit, but she could move it! And her wounds weren't bleeding either. So she could fully clench her fist, and see how weird it looked without one of the fingers. The image made her smile, contrary to what she had expected.

[i]“I just survived losing a finger, and I had the chance to run around some of the ship's halls and find my way back here. I'd say we've got an advantage already. We might be able to get through this.”[/i] She affirmed, relaxing her arm once more and looking at Calista. [i]“The Sith aren't as strong as I thought. After all, I did manage to crawl through the ventilation shafts for a while before my, uh, fear sold me out.”[/i]

[i]“And I pulled my lightsaber out on one. But that doesn't mean we can escape or anything: there are bound to be more powerful Sith on board. Not to mention the non-Force users, and the Sith in charge on this ship.”[/i] Her eyes would dart around their room, particularly at the ceiling, trying to silently convey that talking about escape in a prison cell might be a very bad idea. It could be bugged for all they knew, after all, and Calista was not in a rush to be physically tortured. [i]“Does that mean I can call you 'Four fingers' now? 'Double F' maybe?”[/i] She gave Kinsa another teasing smile at her quip, a small grin forming on her features.

It was easy to forget that she was in a prison when speaking to her friend, but Calista's expressions helped her remember. It was slightly shameful to have forgotten in the first place, of course, but she got over it. It was until Calista suggested a nickname that she kept serious.

The mere nickname made Kinsa let out a short laugh, followed by a cough. Her throat was still somewhat roughed up from having Sish's claws tear into it.

[i]“You waste no time at getting revenge, Klutz..”[/i]

[i]“I have a whole childhood of 'Klutz' to make up for.”[/i] She smirked over at Kinsa while her hands lifted to gently go over her throat and reduce the soreness and pain there. [i]“So I have to start early. 'Four Fingers' is too long though; I think I'll stick with fingers. So I hereby christen thee, Fingers.”[/i] She let out a mock evil cackle while she continued to heal. [i]“And what a glorious revenge this shall be! Bwuahahahahaha!”[/i]

Kinsa just grinned, putting her right palm on her face as she shook her head. [i]“Your evil laugh need work, Klutz. It's a Mwua, not a Bwua.”[/i] She explained, careful not to stress her voice further. [i]“And Fingers is fine. Though I won't be able to use ten rings at the same time anymore. Have to get that off my bucket list, dang.”[/i]

[i]“Oh please, I'm sure it'll catch on eventually.”[/i] Calista rolled her eyes and burst into a small, very un-evil like giggle. [i]“Well... When we get out of here, we could get you a prosthetic one. So you can still wear ten rings, only you get a really shiny tenth finger.”[/i] Calista cupped her chin thoughtfully as she looked where the missing digit was. [i]“You won't have to stay fingerless, Fingers. But I'll still call you that anyway.”[/i]

[i]“Who knows, I might even get to like having four fingers. Would make me more unique...”[/i] Kinsa said, shrugging. [i]“But yeah, it's a possibility to get a prosthetic finger.”[/i]

[i]“Either way would work. Whatever makes you happy.”[/i] She smiled at Kinsa, her gaze looking at her own hand for a moment. [i]“I'm sure we'll need plenty of that while we're here and once we leave.”[/i] She'd raise her arms to give her friend a hug, careful to not squeeze too tight. [i]“We'll be fine. We just have to help each other and stay strong. We should do these visits often, agreed?”[/i]

Kinsa merely smiled back at Calista, and hugged back with her right arm. [i]“Agreed.”[/i] 
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Zanna slowly woke up, the warmth and the feelings of pleasure and contentment trying to lull her back to sleep. But, she had to wake up. There were things to be done. What, she wasn't quite sure in her half-asleep state of mind, but there was something to be done. She was sure of it. So she stirred, only to feel another body next to her own. Her eyes popped open and she glanced around at her surroundings. This wasn't her bed. These weren't her quarters...Where were her clothes?! For a brief moment, Zanna felt a panic. Then the memories came flooding back and the panicked look on her face melted into a relaxed smile. Still. She did have to leave and go work on her Serum some more, seeing as the Rahn girl had proven it so...useless and ineffective. Disentangling herself from Nyiss, she gathered her clothes and lightsaber(which were strewn about the room), leaving as quietly as she could. She was certainly planning on visiting the Darth again, but business called and power awaited know pleasure. Leaving the room through the blast doors, her mind attempted to return to the problem of the Serum. Attempted, and failed.

Repeatedly, it would go back to the meeting with Nyiss and it's rather...unexpected outcome. It was certainly advantageous, if she thought about it in a clear cut manner. While she was sure it wouldn't protect her from everything, it would certainly make others warier of trying to get rid of her. Or perhaps make them even more determined to kill her so she couldn't take advantage of her new found position. A sardonic smile worked it's way across the Pureblood's face. There was advantages and disadvantages to being the lover of the Darth. She found herself in exceptionally high humor as she rode the elevator back down to the prison deck. After all, why shouldn't she be? She was in a powerful position for the rest of the games of intrigue against her fellow Sith, and that position came a little cost to her. In fact, it only seemed to benefit her. The sardonic smile grew into a more genuine one. In more ways than one.

Her high humor was abruptly evaporated when she stepped out to see the three acolytes waiting for her. They were clearly waiting for her, judging from the way they perked up and each pulled out their lightsabers. Though none activated it. Zanna stepped out, idly glancing up too locate the cameras on trained on this area. Doubtful the trio cared, but it wasn't because of that that she was looking up..When she glanced back down, the three were still waiting. [i]“Can I help you?”[/i] She asked in a cheerful voice. It sounded distinctly out of place in the tense air. They looked at each other, snickering slightly, before the male spoke. [i]“Yes. Would you happen to be the Apprentice Zanna?”[/i] At the Pureblood's nod, he glanced again at the others before activating his lightsaber. His compatriots followed suit.

Zanna backed away, apparently afraid of these three fools before her. [i]“What about the cameras?”[/i] She pointed to said cameras, activating her lightsaber in the process. The man glanced up and shrugged. [i]“We'll deal with them after we deal with you.”[/i] With that, he leaped at her, clearly intending to kill the weak, frightened, Pureblood before him. He was surprised when a strong Force push sent him and his compatriots flying backwards. [i]“Such a shame you won't be leaving this place alive then, isn't it?”[/i] Arrogance and disdain dripped from Zanna's words as she lifted her free hand once more. Tharn's face clouded with anger and he began to speak, [i]“Listen you fucking bitc-”[/i] When he felt a strange...pressure, on his tongue. Almost like hands...and then Zanna ripped it out of his mouth. [i]“You talk to much.”[/i] She said idly as he screamed, blood pouring from his mouth. The tongue fell to the floor with a wet splat.

[i]“Do shut up.”[/i] Zanna snapped irritably, and a series of cracks was heard as Tharn's jaw compressed shrank behind his front teeth..then shot up and impaled itself in the roof of his mouth. The screams abruptly were muffled. [i]“There. That's better.”[/i]

The other two stared in shock for a few moments longer before leaping at Zanna with dual shouts and curses. Zanna sent one flying backwards into the wall so hard it cracked, the other was on her before she could use her greatest advantage. Luckily, however, she wasn't a threat in lightsaber combat. Even with Zanna's lack of skill in that area. Within minutes, Zanna's Ataru style had landed her behind her opponent with a perfect opening. She took it. The female acolyte fell to the ground, screaming, as her legs remained standing for the most part.

The other one was picking herself up from the wall just in time for Zanna to turn her attention on her. The Pureblood didn't even let herself all the way up, gently feeling the inner workings of the optic nerve and the eyeball with the force...then ripping them out of the girl's skull. While the girl screamed and held her eye sockets, Zanna broke into her mind. Callously, and painfully, she began pillaging information as to why she was attacked.

They were sent...by an apprentice known as Thalia...who they worshiped, because of her powers it seemed...but why? Why? This attacker didn't have any answers. Withdrawing, and leaving the girl a babbling, weeping, wreck, Zanna dispatched her with a saber thrust. The other two were similarly pillaged for information, and they all had the same to deliver. Thalia sent them. She was a powerful force user. Soon, three corpses were left around the lift out of the prison deck, and Zanna was walking along the hall towards the prisoner chambers. It was time to introduce some Jedi to the wonder's of torture...and gain information on this 'Thalia'. 
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