[b]Sish and Venren[/b]

Sish, after his 'lesson' to Jayda, idly wandered back into the prisoner cells. There was really nothing to do on the ship besides train Jayda, torture the prisoners, or talk to the other Sith. Seeing as Jayda was back into her form of hating him with every fiber of her being, she wouldn't be interested in training. And most, if not all, of the Sith on the ship would prefer he drop dead than ever talk to them. So, the Trandoshan decided to visit the prisoners again. Walking into the cells, one clawed hand on his lightsaber, just in case one or more of them decided to attack. Of course, if that happened and he killed them, it would perhaps be best that he killed himself before Nyiss found out and got a hold of him. Sish suspected that she wouldn't care about the defense of 'self-preservation.' After all, most purebloods and humans believed any other races should be enslaved or eliminated. 
 
What immediately caught his attention was the fact that there was a new prisoner. A grin crossed Sish's face and he strode quickly over to where the man was sitting down. Grasping Venren's arm tightly enough to assuredly leave brusing, he said, in a disturbingly cheerful tone, "Lets go, Jedi. We're going to have a chat." With that, he began hauling his prisoner to the torture chambers. It was time to have some fun....
 
Venren had not been sitting on the bed for long when he heard the sound of doors opening, and looking up, he could see an armored, Trandoshan Sith having entered the room. The Sith caught sight of him quickly, and apparently decided that Venren was just the one he wanted to see. Not having much time to get up, the Jedi just stared coldly at the Sith as he approached.
 
“I don’t suppose I have much choice.” Venren remarked as the Sith started dragging him away. He considered putting up a fight, but noticed that he was still so groggy from whatever he had been drugged with that it was not much use. Instead he tried to at least be hauled around with something resembling dignity, but doubted he managed that especially well either. The only thing it seemed he could do was watch the corridors they moved through, and try to make a mental map out of them. Not something he had been made to rely on before, so he just hoped he had a good memory for that sort of thing. 
 
Sish ignored the Jedi's first comment, dragging the man along. He would let the Jedi have as much sarcastic chatter as he wanted to. After all, that sound would soon be replaced by screams. So Sish would let the Jedi have his moments of defiance. They would quickly be bled away with pain and fear. As they passed through the halls, the Imperial staff seemed to want to get out of Sish's way as quickly as possible. He had only been on the ship for a week, and they knew to avoid him. He still wasn't sure if they feared what he would do, or what Nyiss and the other 'pure' Sith would do.
 
Soon enough, they arrived at their destination. Sish opened the door to the torture cell, and dragged Venren in. Quickly, he strapped the Jedi to the torture table, making sure there was nothing the Jedi could do nothing more than scream. Grinning down at the Jedi he said, "Before I being the questioning, lets just make things easier by giving you a taste of what will happen if you lie or refuse to answer." Extending his claws out, Sish sent Force Lightning into Venren's body. 
 
Venren just kept looking coldly at the Sith as he was being tied to the table. There was no fear in his eyes, at least not yet. This was about what he had been expecting. He tried the straps for good measure, but he knew that there was nothing he could do about them. Even if he was at full strength they were meant to hold. He did not answer the Sith, and bit his lip not to scream. 
 
Sish gave a malicious smile. "Oh good. You're one of those defiant types. Thinking about keeping your mouth shut throughout this whole little interview, are you? Proving to the lizard Sith that Jedi are stronger than they give them credit." Sish leaned close. "I'll have you screaming by the end of this. You'll be howling in pain, begging for mercy. Maybe even telling me what I want to know. But first, I'll ask a simple question. What are the Republic's defenses, their hidden bases, and their plans?"
 
Sish had his claws ready to inflict more pain, his cybernetic eye darting around to find the best place to cause the most pain.
 
Venren felt weak, but it was nothing he could not live through, and he had been electrocuted until losing consciousness just after his capture, after all. He kept glaring until the Sith was so close that Venren could smell his breath, but he still did not say anything. Maybe he would end up screaming, but he would not beg the Sith for anything and he would certainly not give him any information. ‘Maybe even…’ he thought, the answers were not even the point. 
 
He almost had to smile himself at the Sith’s actual question, and just snorted for an answer. He would have to be an idiot to give anything away. Especially since it was possible that the actual information wasn’t even what the Sith was after in the first place. 
 
Sish shrugged, his smile still plastered on his face. "I was hoping you'd say someting along those lines." He dug his claws into the prisoner's side, deep enough to scrape against the bones of his ribs, and dragged his claws upwards, the blood pouring from the side quickly soaking the fabric of Venren's shirt. Sish stopped at just below the armpit, before repeating himself. 
 
"Defenses, hidden bases, and plans?" 
 
Staying silent this time took considerable willpower. Venren twisted involuntarily and breathed heavily but did not scream, he started to wonder if it was worth the effort. The thought crossed his mind that at least this way, he might pass out from blood loss and not have to suffer through much more. Or he would die, that did not seem entirely unlikely either.
 
“No.” He breathed when the Sith asked again, but could not think to make any further comment.
 
Sish chuckled. "Good, we're making progress. You've actually deigned to reply this time." Taking his time, Sish lowered his claws back down to the bleeding wound. Taking the top half of the split skin and muscle, he pulled it backwards, careful not to tear through it completely and lose his grip. When he had pulled it back sufficiently, he reached with his other hand to grasp part of one of the exposed rib bones. Then he broke it. 
 
Still holding the skin and muscle back, he repeated his question. 
 
Venren felt his sight darken. He told himself it was just pain. Pain was a straightforward problem, it could be dealt with and endured. He tried to calm his breathing and keep his mind off the claws in his ribs. Maybe the Sith cared a little bit about hidden bases after all. He didn’t know why, they Empire had won the war, what did they care about defenses and plans now? It didn’t matter, the Sith would get nothing out of him either way.
 
Sish gave a disappointed sigh. "What, no comment this time? And we were doing so well." He gave a vicisous jerk on the skin and muscle he held, peeling it off of the rib bones a little more. He let go of the flap and placed a hand gently on the Jedi's forearm. "If you'd just tell me what I want to know, you could make this entire process easier for the two of us. Of course," He tightened his grip, "I'm lying. It'd just make it easier for you, and less fun for me." He squeezed as tight as he could, and dual snapping sounds could be heard as the forearm bones broke. 
 
"Defenses. Hidden bases. Plans. Tell me all you know."
 
Venren groaned. He tasted blood and realized he had managed to bite holes in his lip without noticing. He was in terrible amounts of pain and it seemed it was only going to continue like that. 
 
“I doubt it.” He gasped at the Sith. “You don’t need to know any of these things and you don’t even know what you are looking for. Plans and bases in general? You are just a crazy sadist who likes to torture people, and selling my friends out for your amusement is not going to help my situation much.” That was his working theory at least, he really knew nothing about where he where, for what purpose or who the Trandoshan Sith was. 
 
Sish nodded. "You're right. I'm a sadistic bastard who likes causing pain to Jedi." He leaned close, whispering conspiratorially in Venren's ear. "But you're also wrong. I [i]do[/i] need to know these things. The war isn't over, not by a long shot. We're going to strike before they can recover from this blow. Annihilate your precious Republic and enslave the citizens. In a way, you're lucky. By the time it's all over, you won't care. You won't have to watch as everyone you love dies around you. You won't have to watch as your home burns, your friends die, and the Sith claim your land as their own. No. You'll be lucky enough to not have to see it all happen."
 
He suddenly shoved his claws against the exposed ribs and sent Force lightning into the wound.
 
"You [i]will[/i] tell me what I want to know. It is just a matter of when."
 
Venren decided the purpose that speech was mainly to make him angry. At least that is what he hoped as it would make the whole thing less upsetting. The pain was bad enough, he didn’t need to be angry on top of that. The Sith suggested he’d be dead soon, which didn’t seem like the worst thing that could happen, though he was sure there had to be a better outcome from this imprisonment than death. A part of him that kept trying to think of other things than being tortured pointed out that the imperials that captured him had only been interested in taking the Jedi, so he supposed they wanted something more that get information and then kill him. 
 
“Well, then at least I know something.” He said. “And have all the more reason not to tell you anything.”
 
Venren shrieked this time. It was sudden. He guessed staying silent wouldn’t be worth it in the long run anyway.
 
Sish gave a nasty smile. "There we go. Finally given up with the cold and silent defiance, hmm? Don't worry, they all do. And soon enough, you'll be begging to tell me what I want to know. After all, you're no Zabrak, to resist my administrations for long." He gave Venren a once over, like a butcher eyeing a piece of meat. It seemed the Jedi wouldn't be able to take much more, and stay conscious. He tsked disappointedly, before casually reaching out and placing both hands on Venren's good arm. One above the elbow, and one directly on the elbow. Then, with a casualness one would expect to find out on a stroll, he broke the elbow.
 
"There. Now you won't be thinking about any escape attempts. Not without being able to use your arms." Untying the Jedi, he grabbed Venren's arm(by the broken forearm, of course) and began dragging him back to his cell. "I'll see you next time, of course, but this little session is getting me no answers, and bringing you ever closer to unconsciousness and death. And we can't have that!"
 
Still set on not giving the Sith any type of information, whether he really wanted it or not, Venren snorted for an answer for that as well. He was feeling far less defiant at this point, though he might be able to fake it for a while longer. It did not continue for much longer however, as the Sith broke his other arm to end the session. Venren groaned again when the Sith yanked him forward and his sight started to darken again. He was not going to fall unconscious now though, and at least he could still walk and didn’t have to be entirely dragged by his broken arm. Apparently his death was not planned, he guessed that was good news. 
 
Sish only smiled at Venren's snort, and dragged him through the halls of the ship, doing his best to make the Jedi slip and take all of his weight on the broken arm. Since the man had a remarkable talent to keep his pain shut behind gritted teeth, the Trandoshan had little idea if any of these attempts worked, as he never looked back to check. Soon enough though, they reached the cells again, and Sish roughly threw Venren back in. "I'd suggest you ask one of your fellow Jedi to heal you. Otherwise the wounds mihgt fester and then I'll have to take you tot he Medbay and it'd be to much of a hassle bullying the medics their into saving you."

With that, he left.

Venren was crying by the time they reached the cells again, but the Sith had not decided to turn and look at his face. Memorizing any corridors were not even to think about this time. He fell when thrown, at least having the presence of mind to stay off his hands and land on the side where his ribs were still alright. Once the Sith had left, he didn’t have the same motivation to work on controlling pain, and no real reason to keep it together anymore. 

Instead of getting back on his feet, he instinctively crawled to a wall. He couldn’t really breathe calmly, with his shattered rib, breathing hurt too much. With effort, he managed to place one arm over the torn bit of skin, making sure it stayed in place and didn’t bleed more than it must. His arms couldn’t handle doing much more, and he didn’t want to look at it. He was already feeling very ill and didn’t want to make it any worse. He would have been more worried about bleeding to death in there if not for what the Sith had said before leaving. Mostly about there being other Jedi around. He had seen there were more cells, so there ought to be, but it was still good to know. He didn’t know where he was or why, but at least it seemed he was not alone in there. He wanted to see the other Jedi. It would serve him better than staying there, shaking helplessly in a corner of his cell while slowly bleeding away. He didn’t manage to get back up.