(Following the battle with Zach, to be continued later... maybe...)

The Black Hand Fleet was once again on the move. They flew through hyper space across the Gordian Reach. The ships were in a bit of chaos, but that didn't really concern anyone as it wasn't that serious. The droids were simply having trouble comprehending that they had actually been put in charge of the battleships for the time being. Normally each battleship was under the direct command of one of the Sith Inquisitors Alkore or Genovath. But now, they were both on their master's ship, along with the freshly obtained prisoner. 

In the throne room, Darth Tybis knelt on the floor with his hands bound behind his back. He panted heavily, his head hanging low. "I... I was on my way to Zygerria...I... had a scouting mission there. I was just going to look for any threats. What, what more do you want to know?" Just as he finished talking, Alkore and Genovath on either side of him raised their hands and lightning struck out against Darth Tybis, electricuting him and making him scream in agony. "P... PLEEEEASE! I DON'T HAVE ANY MORE INFORMATION FOR YOU!" This had been going on for hours, and he still truly believed they were searching for something, trying to pry information from him. 

Finally his captor revealed herself, speaking from her throne which was shrouded in darkness. Her voice was young, almost innocent if it hadn't been for her words. "Oh I don't really care what you were doing out there. Honestly, why should I care? I don't care where you were going, what you've been doing, or even where you have been for the last seven years. I just like to watch you suffer."

He turned slowly, as much as he was allowed while bound with an energy lock around his wrists and legs. He squinted, trying to see past the mix of light and darkness to who was speaking. "Is that... Bell? Bell, is it truly you?"

"Who else would it be... Not just anyone would come out to the middle of that hole in the galaxy they call a sector, and risk their fleet wasting so many droids just to bring you in. And I doubt you have any information worth interrogating out of you. So really, you should have guessed who it was before you were even brought aboard." She leaned forward, mounting her head on her wrist and smiling. "It's good to see you again father, I have missed you these last few years."

Darth Tybis blinked, confused. "Father? Why do you call me that?"

"Isn't that what you always wanted? You pretended to be like one to me. Wanting me to look up to you, not as a master, but as family. You tried to turn yourself into a hero, being my savior who came to my rescue in my time of need. You tried to hide behind those lies, hiding the fact that I was nothing more than a slave to you. You never wanted me to have any other family. That's why you had them killed, wasn't it? That's why you would never let me go back... such a tragic story."

Darth Tybis could feel the tone in her voice, and it sent a chill down his spine. She wasn't sad, or angry or remorseful. She sounded as if she was talking about someone else, like it was just a story she was telling from a book. But it was all true. He had wanted her to himself, he had wanted to be her family... and he had killed her own family and never let her go back. He felt ashamed, but it was long past the point where shame would do him any good. "Then what do you want with me? Have you brought me here to kill me? To claim your title as a Sith Lord? Or do you just want to torture me for the things I did?" He acted brave, putting on a strong appearance as if he understood all the things she could do to him, and that he did not fear them.

"Torture you? Is that what you think of my hospitality? Now that's just rude. The things a girl does to impress people who visit her home, and it's never enough is it." She hopped up with a grin, and skipped forward, down the steps to the floor and along the carpet to where her master was kneeling, his back to her. "Strange. I imagined you stronger when would face you. Instead I get this old man who is content to the pain and death that awaits him." She leaned down from the side, the smile not leaving her face as she raised a hand and wagged her finger. "That's just not right. You can't just throw your life away!"

Her hand was thrown out suddenly, her lightsaber flying through the air to her hand and activating as it slashed through her master's binds, releasing him in one movement before the lightsaber's blade vanished into thin air again. "Come on now, get up! You have to fight for your life! It's not like a Sith Lord to just lie down and die!" She skipped around him in circles for a short time, thinking to herself. "Alkore, what should we do with him? He doesn't really look able to fight me does he?"

Alkore stood silently the whole time, just as his twin brother did directly across from him on the other side of Darth Tybis. "Perhaps release him into the ship. It would be interesting to see how much he values his own life." 

She nodded slowly and looked over to Genovath. "And you?"

"I agree. I would like to see if he is content to just lie down and die as well. He does seem rather weak right now. It's not worth even trying to allow him to defend himself."

Bell nodded, crossing her arms behind her back as she continued in circles around her master. "Well then. I guess it's time for a game. Here's the rules master! If you can find your way off of my ship, then I'll let you live and run away! Of course, I'll just find you again and we'll have to play the game all over again, but it will be an interesting test to see how much you want to live." She smiled, stopping in front of him, leaning down low so her face was in front of his. "That's it! You have five minutes before everything will be trying to kill you! Better get moving. Oh and one more thing, it wouldn't be fair to set you loose inside my ship carrying that thing around. I'm afraid you'll have to find your own weapon if you want to destroy things."

Alkore raised his hand, releasing Darth Trybis' lightsaber and pushing it forward in front of Bell, who made another swift move with her own lightsaber, cutting it in half. "Off you go then! Have fun! I do hope to see you again!" She skipped back to her throne humming to herself, apparently truly content with just letting her master run off through her ship. The twins stood silently as the Sith Lord pulled himself to his feet, barely able to stand as he limped to the door, trying to get away from the throne room, away from the danger... away from Bell.

"We're coming out of hyper space! Wait, this doesn't look right..." Alkore walked over and stood behind the droid who sat in the navigation seat. "Where are we droid?"

"Uuuuuhm. Looks like we're in the Ojoster sector sir. I guess we overshot the target location. There must be something wrong with the nav computer, it put in the coordinates completely wrong."

Just as the droid finished talking, Alkore's fist smashed through its head, breaking it off in a show of sparks and smoke as the droid fell to the floor. "Overshot the destination... BY MORE THAN THREE SECTORS?!" He looked to the next droid, stepping up behind him. "Where is the rest of the fleet? Are they still with us?"

"No sir. They left hyper space at the original destination, it was only us who moved on."

"So we're in possibly hostile territory, and we only have just this one ship. Perhaps it was a good thing we brought most of the fighters into our hangars. Launch all fighters and bombers, form a defensive barrier around this ship. Get the rest of the fleet here as soon as possible. They'll be able to get here before we can jump to hyper space again." He groaned in anger, before walking over to his brother's side in front of Bell's throne, bowing to her. "It would seem we are far from the destination. You may be in great danger master."

Bell sighed, crossing her legs. "Aren't I always? It's not as much fun if I'm not in danger. You two keep me so entertained. That's why we use droids. Their little errors get us into all sorts of adventures!" She giggled, not seeming to have a care in the world sitting in the middle of possibly hostile space without the means to leave for a while, and with a Sith Lord roaming freely through her ship. All part of the game... and things were starting to get interesting. "So, where are we exactly?"

"Not far from the Taris system. We should be able to jump to hyper space in a few hours. Until then the rest of the fleet is on their way. Then we can wait for them to be ready, and our whole fleet will move as one again."

For now, the Black Hand 'mothership' sat silently in space, alone other than the swarm of fighters and bombers that surrounded it. The ship didn't move, or send out any signals. It just sat there, the black hull blending ever so slightly with the backdrop of space. Alone in space, why did Bell always end up in these situations...