Zanna And The Fox, 13th Hour
Zanna looked up at Talon, eyebrow raised in question. She sighed quietly as she saw that the Amaran was going to play the quiet game. She didn’t have the time or the desire to do this.“If you insist upon remaining silent, I’ll just return you to the cells. That will lessen your time away from Sith like Sish, and increase the time you are actually tortured. I am not interested in prying the answers out of you. I’ll ask again. Your name is Talon Soule, found on Nar Shadda by Knight Irvialf Throcat. Is that all correct?”
“I believe you have the wrong person than. I don’t know who this Talon Soule is Miss. Never left my home until the Jedi appeared and even then I didn’t want to leave the only place I knew. I don’t know who this Irvialf Throcat is. By the sounds of it this Talon person is in huge trouble.” She remarked as her tail curled around her mid-section. Honestly it was strange to not know everything considering their group was always well told about certain jobs. Than again the whole act was rather sickening. Pretending to not wanting to harm you, only to be stabbed in the back by a bunch of good for nothing cowards.
“ My name is Tida Lillat. I was born somewhere else and taken away as a child. I don’t know what else to tell you unfortunately. Considering the person you seem to be looking for has yet to be found.” She remarked with a bit of a snare.
Zanna sighed, writing ‘Liar’ in her notes. That would be troublesome. Though, she supposed, if she was in the same situation she’d be doing the same thing if she thought it would help her in the long run. “Talon, if you are going to lie, lie about things that the jedi haven’t taken your picture on.” She turned her datapad around, showing Talon her picture next to the brief information that Jedi archives had on her.” Zanna brought her datapad back, scrolling slightly. “Now, our reports don’t indicate anyone fitting Knight Throcat’s description in the Temple. And I find it odd that he would leave his apprentice-I’m sorry, Padawn, there. Did he die earlier in the war?”
Talon’s tail flickered as her eyes lingered on the data pad. The yellow iris seeming to shimmer a little bit as it lifted. A cracked smile formed on the teenager’s lips, paws grasping at an invisible sheet underneath her feel, as her head shook.
“This is becoming more of a god damn pain than wanted. Who knew that we keep excellent records.” The fox remarked in an annoyed snare. Her fingers gently tapping against against the table.
“As I understand things right now. None of you can actually hurt us yet. Take us into these lovely chats is allowed. Other non lethal things can be performed but as of right now you can’t touch me. With this in mind I do believe I’m allowed to stay quiet without any problems. Then again people will always lie to you. So let’s place this theory of mine to the test. Fuck you bitch.”Zanna’s face twitched in annoyance, but she made no other reaction. Adding ‘Aggressive. Angry?’ to her notes and connecting to the camera system, she began to reply to Talon. “You’re partially right.
I won’t do anything to you. I find physical torture detestable and crude. If you choose to remain silent, that is your choice. I won’t pry it out of you, and I’ll send you back to your cells. However, you are utterly wrong when you say that others won’t touch you.” She brought up the camera she wanted, giving a small exclamation of pleasure. “Ah! Perfect timing.” She turned the datapad over to show Talon Sish breaking Xid’s arm and burning the wounds. She spoke casually over the padawan’s screams. “Now, since you have such a problem remembering what the Darth said, allow me to remind you. ‘All methods are permitted, so long as they do not reduce a prisoner’s Force potential.’” She quoted, staring at the jedi. “There are other Sith on this base. They’re all varying degrees towards what Sish is doing, but none of them are like me. So you can either talk, or I can send you back and you can wait for one of them to take an interest in you. It is your choice.”
Talon’s eyes flickered upwards, tail flickering from side to side, if looks could kill than this person would have been dead.
“ Assholes. Fine I’ll play along for now. Yes my name is Talon Soule. Yes, my master is Irvialf Throcat granted that I doubt he even made it our of the temple. I don’t know anything about that moon though. At least not what I know outside of my pay grade. Next question.”Zanna deigned not to respond to the hateful look or the comments, instead only checking her information. She looked up in minor surprise at the way that Talon spoke of her master. “If he never made it to your temple, why were you there without him? I wasn’t aware that Jedi sent their padawans to do missions without them, similar to how the Sith send their apprentices out to do tasks for them.”
“It was a grounding woman. I do believe that your records say I’m only 16. Old enough to know what’s right and what’s wrong but not old enough to to drive a spaceship. So why I was there should be fairly obvious. I was grounded.” The woman said rolling her eyes.
“Without your master. In a time of war, that the Republic was losing, they grounded you and told your master to not be with you. That sounds more like a Sith tactic than a Jedi. I was under the impression that Jedi and their padawans were inseparable during the padawan’s training.” Zanna’s disbelief was obvious.
“I also said he could have been there woman. There was too many people in that temple and I was too lazy to sense him.” The fox said with a mental smirk. Her figure slowly shifted upwards in order to readjust. A moment which could mean the Amaran’s leg’s falling asleep. Her tail wrapped around her body in order to make things more manageable.
“Shall we go for a walk? My legs are beginning to fall asleep.”“Unfortunately, the Darth would frown upon me taking you on a tour through your prison.” Zanna replied, shifting so that she could move. She wasn’t going to let the vixen get behind her if she decided to get up. “Since Jedi don’t let their apprentic-padawans, get away from their masters, your own master was likely there. Which means he died when the temple was taken and then destroyed, along with everyone inside.” She tapped another note into her datapad ‘Evasive.’
“I think I would rather deal with another Sith. One who’s much stupider than you. Now than may I go back to my cell. Once you’ve found a complete moron please let me know and I’ll willing go with you. Until then this will be the last time I speak to you.”“More stupid.” Zanna corrected, absent-mindedly, as she tapped away at her datapad. ‘No reaction. Master already dead? Or believes me lying?’ She glanced up, the fox staring at her expectantly, then decided to ask one more question. It couldn’t hurt after all. “The records say that another prisoner, Nazca Barsavi, came from Nar Shadda as well. Do you know her?”
“You leave her out of this!” Talon shouted as her paws slammed against the table as her figure rose. The fur raised from the back of her neck, teeth bare as a snaring sounded from her chest. Something inching it’s way into her head making the fox scared. The woman lowered lowered with a few blinks.
“Something isn’t right.” She mumbled quietly.
Zanna flinched in surprise, instinctively gathering the Force to her. If the fox decided to attack, she would fling the bitch through the door. She remained cautious as Talon slowly descended, calming down.
The woman’s paw throbbed from pain as she moved them. As if there was something sticking out of them that only the owner could see. Her tail flickered wildly behind the young woman as she sat there quietly in order to really grasp this feeling.
“I haven’t felt that in a while. The answer to your question is yes. She was someone I was close to. Very close to until I was betrayed.”“Betrayed how?” Zanna asked gently, datapad set to the side. This was perhaps the most honest answer the padawan had given their entire discussion.
“Mission gone wrong. It didn’t matter that the others hated me but with her it was different.”“This was on Nar Shadda? Before Throcat found you. A street gang?” Zanna pressed, still gentle. She didn’t want to startle the fox into her angry evasiveness again.
The woman glanced upwards with a ‘what do you think look.’ Her figure standing and heading towards the door.
“You were going to take me back right? After all. You can’t have a prisoner running free. As for this subject it’s not longer open.”Zanna held up her hands in a helpless shrug. “I was born outside of this galaxy, beyond Korriban. All these planets and things you take for granted are complete strangers to me. I only came to know these places during this war, and by now they aren’t what they were. So I can only make educated guesses based on what information that is written about them.”
She picked up her datapad, adding, ‘Press about Nar Shadda and Nazca. Protective. Hurt by?’
“We’ll talk later. For now, good luck.” She walked to the door and opened it, a hand lightly held out to prevent the fox from running for it. “We’re taking her back to her cell.” The five guards gave their assent, and they moved out.
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