~|Day 2, 08:34-08:40 GST|~
~|Kaggath, Prison Complex (Medical Area)|~
The Sith Lord briefly flicked his gaze to meet Koren's eyes as he instinctively blocked the nudge, grin growing wider. "I'm afraid you'll have to wait in line. I am taking the Twi'lek. Then, perhaps, I will go to you." Sish's eyes immediately snapped to Alat as a wave of malice rolled off of him. That was unexpected. The Trandoshan's eyes narrowed and he shifted to more fully face the Kel-Dor.
What are you planning? He wondered, getting his lightsaber into a more ready position. He wasn't about to let the jedi shoot him with Force Lightning or touch him, now that Alat had seemingly realized the power of the Dark Side. "My, my. Decided to stop acting like a weakling?" Sish called, waiting for the Jedi to attack. When Alat did, Sish snorted in disdain. It was pitiful, how they kept trying the same thing over and over again like it would work better the hundredth time than it had the first time. He grinned maliciously, blocking the Force Stun as well. He had been caught unprepared by an attack once, he would not do so again.
Sish's lightsaber flicked up as Alat leapt at him, determined to either force the Jedi to move or get a limb cut off. The pressure on his tendon pierced his defenses like a sharp arrow. Pain seized his tendon, causing the Trandoshan to snarl. Sish paused, having to focus to throw off the attack, and that gave Alat his opening. Agony wracked the Sith Lord's mind as he felt his memories pillaged and knowledge taken. Sish would have screamed if he could. As it was, he stumbled, breathing hard. Pain still consumed his mind, but Sish refused to be crippled by mere pain.
Knowledge comes with a blood price. Sish reached for his ever present rage, held back by a thin veneer of control. He could feel it now, tearing at his control like a savage beast on a fraying rope. Sish embraced the rage, letting it consume him. In a heartbeat, all of Sish's pain was replaced by pure, unadulterated, rage. Fury filled the room, eradicating all traces of Alat's malice.
Sish's mouth opened and he let out a Force Scream, the sound tearing through the small room. Sish whirled around, his movements much faster than they should have been. His vision was red, his breathing heavy, and all he could focus on was one thing; Punish Alat. Force Speed enhanced his already faster-than-normal limbs, and he charged towards the downed Kel-Dor, lightsaber sweeping down in a two handed grip to slice off both of his legs at the mid-point of the thigh.
~| Day 2, 9:05-9:07 GST |~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Halls|~
Zanna watched as Jayda moved away as fast as she could, toying with the idea of following. She hoped the damned, stubborn, foolish Zabrak wouldn't go get herself killed chasing trouble in the prison. Zanna trusted no one else to train her to fight better with the lightsaber. However, she couldn't very well abandon the prisoners and chase after Jayda. Zanna kept a tight lid on her frustration, letting nothing show.
Damned, foolish, stupid, impure bitch. She thought, seething to herself on the inside. On the surface, she remained calm and collected disdainfully glancing at Jayda's retreating back before watching two Jedi. She didn't want them to try anything. It would be stupid for them to do so, with a Sith and several armed and alert guards, but she didn't trust in the Jedi's sensibility.
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