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~| Aboard the Kaggath, torture Room: Sish, Nazca, and Jayda |~
Jayda watched from outside the cells as Sish naturally targeted the weak, his instinct and sadistic personality showing through in his selection. Her throat constricted in discomfort when she recognized the Jedi immediately, the claw indentations on her cheeks just scabbing over, as the one who insulted and denied her. This just made the situation much worse than it needed to be in Jayda's mind. With the woman in his grip, he turned and sneered in delight while he lead the way away.
She hesitated for a split second only to quickly recover, her emotional anxiety castes away in favor of survival. Sish's past techniques in trying to break her were trying to echo in the back of her mind and chasing her, each step was made bitterly in his wake.
Finding an empty torture room Sish quickly secured Nazca to the rack, taking into account her stump hand. As she finally got her breath back, she spat out the next words. “Sith’s blood! Does the Darkside make all Sith that ugly, or were you just born hideous, lizard?” Sish merely grinned at her. “Planetary defense codes. Secret Jedi temple locations. Tell me what you know and I’ll let you go.”
On entering the room, Jayda stood to one side of the torture room. It was a plain and simple room, metal walls with a rack in the middle but no tools to work with. It wasn’t Sish’s style after all, a fact she knew well. Her eyes casually glanced away while Sish began to click his new toy into the rack, immobilizing her, and making the Zabrak shift slightly. The apprentice knew what was coming the moment the stupid Jedi opened her pitiful mouth, the insults flying eagerly. Her spine shiver when she noted Sish's muzzle curl into a smirk. She could easily guess what the Sith was thinking as her own memories tried to edge in to her thoughts when the torture finally began.
Nazca narrowed her eyes at the Trandoshan. “I don’t know anything. I just got to the temple 3 days ago. Can’t help you, ugly.”
Sish grinned. “I had hoped you say that.” He dragged his claws gently up Nazca’s side. She almost imperceptibly flinched, before speaking only slightly uncomfortably. “Sorry, I’m not interested. There’s a hideously scarred Zabrak bitch you can look for tho-” Nazca screamed as Sish suddenly dug his claws in and dragged them down her side, leaving bloody gashes. “Defense codes. Temple locations.”
Jayda’s head perked up at mention of her race, her face scowling at the Jedi’s ignorance and failure to listen. Her body leaned against the cold metal wall. The scream filling her core and rattled her insides, though her surfaced barely showed any signs of being affected. Her arms crossed over her chest, her fingers digging into the cloth and into the surface underneath while her breath increased sharply. She bite back anything she could say to enlighten the Jedi to how save herself from Sish’s torture.
Instead she watched and waited. She knew the Jedi was only human, a fact something Sish forgot that not all races had the same limits as her own did. If her fucked up too badly, she knew the Darth on the ship would not excuse him from being executed on the spot which was something she couldn’t allow.
Nazca took a deep, shuddery breath, trying to regain control past the pain., Tears were already going down her cheeks. Still, she managed to glare at the lizard. “I can’t tell you what I don’t know
Echuta.” She got out. The fear in her eyes was unmistakeable as Sish grinned again, just before he drove his claws through the gashes in her side. An audible snap could be heard beneath her agonised screams as he clenched and broke a rib. Sish removed his hand, idly licking some of the blood before speaking again. “You’ll know soon enough. Or you’ll pass out, and then I’ll just have to wake you up again so you can tell me. Defense codes. Temple locations, or I’ll break another rib.” As Nazca just continued to sob in pain, he reached forward with his bloody claw and she jerked away, drawing another scream, before gasping out “Okay! Okay! There’s a secret Jedi temple location I know of!” She babbled quickly, almost tripping over the words.
Sish paused, surprised and a little disappointed.. “Speak.” Nazca spoke in a relieved tone. “It’s on the planet Go,” Sish’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, and she hurriedly continued, “located in the city Fuck Yourself.” Her little defiant smirk was soon transformed into a howl of pain as Sish shoved his bloody claw back into her side and let loose Force Lightning in her, causing her back to arch away from the rack. Sish glanced over at Jayda, speaking louder to be heard over Nazca’s screams. “I do hope you’re not feeling anything resembling
pity. That’d be a Jedi concept, and something that would have to be removed from you if you want to survive this ship.” He grinned at her, before stopping the lightning. Nazca collapsed against the rack, sobbing in pain.
“No, I’m just wondering when you’ll finally end up killing her and how to dispose of the body.” Jayda lied through her teeth, trying to hide her slight pity for the Jedi’s stupidity. She was fighting to make her figure still and emotionless, using what training her father had given her to survive this. Deep inside, she had hoped it was enough. “She’s not a Zabrak. How long before she expires? If she dies, the Darth will likely find it enough of an excuse to rid herself of you, after all what use is a Sith that doesn’t listen to her orders?”
Sish paused, watching her as she spoke. For a moment his eye stared at her, then he grinned at her. “You’re right. Perhaps I’m too used to you. She obviously doesn’t have anywhere near your pain tolerance.” He stepped away from the rack and towards Jayda. “You, however, seem very aware of her limits. I leave the rest of the torture to you.” He gestured towards the rack, his organic eye daring Jayda to refuse this order.
Jayda could’ve cursed her luck and her silver tongue at hearing Sish’s, her head turned away for a moment unable to look him in the eye. Though she could still feel his eye examining her and her skin began to itch from his heated glance. “I’m no idiot to risk her dying after I start, no thanks to your damage. I would barely be able to do anything with what you’ve already done. It’s a wonder her rib isn’t floating in her body and the fragments aren’t traveling to her organs, killing her slowly as it is. Human bones aren’t easy to make a clean broke without fragmenting.”
Her tone was defensive, her lips curled back with each word before she bared them at the alien towering over her.
Sish’s grin grew wider as she refused to look him in the eye for a moment. After she spoke, he shrugged. “You’re not going to survive on this ship very long, are you?” His bloodied claw shot out and grasped her by the throat, slamming her against the wall. “I don’t know how many times I have to say this.” He hissed at her. Lighting crackled and he electrocuted her from the hand around her neck. With a toss he threw her into the base of the rack, ignoring the fact that Nazca was watching, while trying to regain control of her sobbing.
When Sish’s claw ripped out and gripped her throat, instincts demanded for action. Her back filled with pain as she was slammed against it while the lightning coursed through her very veins. She bite back her lip preventing a scream from barely escaping. Her feet twitching and jerked, ignoring her mental pleads to move. His words seeped like poison in her head, her hands trying to ease the strangling against her airway, her eyes flickering with hate.
When he tossed her against her rack, her hit it at an angle, feeling her side take more of the damage than her spine. The rack jerked on its base a bit, feeling the pain still echoing in her being. She wasn’t out yet. A mistake he would regret, her mind slowly clearing much easier compared to some and started to rise upright. Hand seemed to stead and lingered near where her lightsaber was, mind reaching for it yet not pulling it free… not yet. He was already continuing his lecture.
“This ship
will kill you for that weakness!” He drew her back into his claws with a gesture, “Unless you want to end up like her, clawed.”
Jayda tried to resist, pushing at his own force until she was only a foot from him. Then she let go resisting. She kicked her foot behind her, using his force to increase her speed and momentum forward. Her mind snapped her lightsaber to her hand as she pointed at his stomach, her thumb flickering it on. Immediately her purple blade hissed on and thrusted forward.
Sish was already wary as she stopped resisting his force and when she abruptly kicked forward he knew what was happening. Still, he was almost too late. As he Force pushed against her with all his power, her lightsaber still managed to pierce his armor, leaving a mark on his stomach where she almost impaled him. As she slammed against the back wall, he focused his force on her lightsaber, taking it from her before she could use it again.
“Good. You at least have learned something.” He commented before yanking her back into his grasp.
The moment his claw once more slipped around her throat, she jerked back to kick out at his middle. Her feet connected and slammed into his armor and rattled it. Her hands trying to keep herself from choking merely dug in deeper, her nails burying into the flesh where the wrist and cloth met. Her eyes flickered out to see his free claw reach for her side causing her to shift her strength, freeing up her right hand and try to push away his arm or at least prevent it from reaching her side. The whole time she had forgotten her wounds and the fact they were mended, revealing to Sish his earlier lesson had been erased in some way.
“Unless you want to end up clawed,” he raked his claws up her side, his strength allowing his arm to push inevitably towards her side, despite the pressure against it. When his claws reached her side they easily tore through cloth and skin alike, “bloodied and,” he threw her down next to the rack, “beaten you will learn to grow strong emotionally or you will
die. And I’ll shake my head at your pitiful, weak, corpse, and leave to find someone strong enough to survive this world.”
Jayda gritted in pain, her arm straining to keep his claws from her side while her hand started to lose its hold on his wrist. The sounds of ripping fabric and her yell filled the air, the old scars recalling Sish’s favorite downward paths all too well. Warmth stained the tunic’s side easily and her body tried to struggle itself free, failing at each attempt with her movements. He tossed her back, her leg folded under her when she was tossed down beside the prisoner. Her body hating her for the misery her lie brought about as Sish continued his ‘lesson’. She had some intuition to what was coming next but instead of warning the Jedi, she focused on bracing for what was to come next.
Lighting blasted from his hands onto both Nazca and Jayda. He held it for a few moments, then let go before speaking. Nazca had lost consciousness during the electrocution. “Since you have so much pity for her, she’s your problem now. You will convert this Jedi by any means necessary. I will make sure you put the best effort you can into it, and I will not interfere beyond that. You will join me on other sessions with other Jedi, however and you will participate.
Do you understand?”
It wasn’t a pleasant experience, feeling her skin frying and cooking under the purple lightning. Her body jerked in spasms, making her cringe and curl uncontrollably. When it ceased she was gasping for breath but not a sound escaped her lips during the whole electrocution. However she couldn’t move her body and barely managed to get to all fours, her body leaning heavily against the rack to prevent laying on the floor. She felt sickened at his demands while her eyes lifted to glare at him, her words harden when she tried to pour a little more effort to making her earlier statement more convincing. “Very.” She rasped. “When did self preservation became pity? Isn’t that what you wanted, for me to think of myself so I can managed to get my revenge?”
Sish snorted. “I’ll give you credit for sticking to your lie. And you are clearly thinking for yourself. After all, if you haven’t been, I suppose you just magically managed to heal yourself from my last lesson. I don’t care who you went to, just remember that they
always want more than what they say the do. Otherwise you’ll end up dead, enslaved, or worse.” He tossed her lightsaber in the corner of the chamber before turning to leave. “Take her back to the prison cell or wake her up, do what you like. Just make sure you convert her before we reach Korriban.”
The Zabrak never wavered, her face still looking at the lizard with a guarded expression. She expected there to be more or worse for the lying, but there wasn’t. Merely a snort and chiding, her eyes widened slightly and briefly when he mentioned her wounds. They had been fairly healed, on their way to scarring before Sish reopened them, her mind cursing under her breath at her stupidity. She knew his words were true. It wasn’t hard to tell the sith bitch wanted something more but what it was, Jayda was only left guessing. Jayda knew it didn’t matter because the moment she taught the sith the basics, the little witch was on her own and there would be little about being stabbed in the back. Managing to prop her wounded body against the rack bottom, her head weakly followed Sish’s departure until he vanished.
She exhaled then flinched at the hurt it brought, relieved the lizard was gone at least. For now.
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