Location: Prison Barge, defeated...
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Nubica Felidae"] and whatever cruel judgements await him st the hands of the Republic's corruption
Mullarus made a face as he listened to her words pass through him. This was likely a lie on the jedi's part. If he were taken into the Republic's arms to be judged, he would surely be tortured and skewed for information on the Sith. This is war. The jedi claim themselves to be pacifists, but he knew better. That was a lie given to the public to get people to side with them and brand the Sith as the 'bad guys'.
The feeling of real shackles being placed upon his wrists was a humiliating feeling. For so long, he had trained and practiced to break his chains and claim freedom, and here he was being taken captive by the passionless servants of the Republic.
Whatever awaited him, he had no choice but to act as if he werre ready. Even if he wasn't.
He was kept shackled with some high-tech gear that seemed to drain the life out of him. As he wore the shackles on his wrists and the gear on his arms and legs, it felt like the machines were sucking the life out of him. He could hardly stand. He had to sit on the ground to stay conscious.
The jedi spoke of the courts and judgement. He recalled back to Contruum, where he had recently returned frm not two days prior to the Republic showing themselves here on Balmorra. He did not take part in any major battles against legions of soldiers. There were a couple of lower ranked soldiers he assisted in defeating, but there was not a single republic life taken by the blade of his lightsaber.
The lightsaber. Oh no, his lightsaber... He had completely forgotten about how the jedi had destroyed it. He felt a mix of sorrow and anger in his head, but for once, he didn't feel empowered by the passion... The machines. Crafted of some kind of...witchery... He could not feel the Force. For the first time since his childhood, he felt...empty inside. He was a walking husk in a galaxy inhabited by so much energy and emotion. Was this what it felt like for a jedi? Or non-force-sensitives?
One way or another, he was sure the Republic would find some way to try him and either keep him behind bars for life or simply kill him in the most humiliating way possible.
Yet, when he looked up and his head got back into reality, the woman was...offering him a drink. Her prisoner. Her enemy, bound by chains in one of the lowest points of his life. A man who had tried to kill her not thirty minutes ago. She was offering her enemy a drink.
"...You show me respect? After all I had done. You continue...to show mercy and respect to me." He reached up slowly, weakly, his right hand with only his thumb, ring, and pinky fingers left, to take the drink in his shackled hands. He could barely hold onto it, but he managed to lift it to his lips. It had been some hours since he last had a drink. It was...refreshing.
"You jedi will never cease to impress me...The jedi I battled on Contruum...you remind me of her. Miss Nubica. Her name was...Ella. A jedi knight. She was merciful, too. She battled like a soldier, but spoke like a diplomat. She was kind, even. To me..."
He stopped. These past few days had really begun to change his opinion on jedi. There was a lot about them that was respectable...
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Nubica Felidae"] and whatever cruel judgements await him st the hands of the Republic's corruption
Mullarus made a face as he listened to her words pass through him. This was likely a lie on the jedi's part. If he were taken into the Republic's arms to be judged, he would surely be tortured and skewed for information on the Sith. This is war. The jedi claim themselves to be pacifists, but he knew better. That was a lie given to the public to get people to side with them and brand the Sith as the 'bad guys'.
The feeling of real shackles being placed upon his wrists was a humiliating feeling. For so long, he had trained and practiced to break his chains and claim freedom, and here he was being taken captive by the passionless servants of the Republic.
Whatever awaited him, he had no choice but to act as if he werre ready. Even if he wasn't.
He was kept shackled with some high-tech gear that seemed to drain the life out of him. As he wore the shackles on his wrists and the gear on his arms and legs, it felt like the machines were sucking the life out of him. He could hardly stand. He had to sit on the ground to stay conscious.
The jedi spoke of the courts and judgement. He recalled back to Contruum, where he had recently returned frm not two days prior to the Republic showing themselves here on Balmorra. He did not take part in any major battles against legions of soldiers. There were a couple of lower ranked soldiers he assisted in defeating, but there was not a single republic life taken by the blade of his lightsaber.
The lightsaber. Oh no, his lightsaber... He had completely forgotten about how the jedi had destroyed it. He felt a mix of sorrow and anger in his head, but for once, he didn't feel empowered by the passion... The machines. Crafted of some kind of...witchery... He could not feel the Force. For the first time since his childhood, he felt...empty inside. He was a walking husk in a galaxy inhabited by so much energy and emotion. Was this what it felt like for a jedi? Or non-force-sensitives?
One way or another, he was sure the Republic would find some way to try him and either keep him behind bars for life or simply kill him in the most humiliating way possible.
Yet, when he looked up and his head got back into reality, the woman was...offering him a drink. Her prisoner. Her enemy, bound by chains in one of the lowest points of his life. A man who had tried to kill her not thirty minutes ago. She was offering her enemy a drink.
"...You show me respect? After all I had done. You continue...to show mercy and respect to me." He reached up slowly, weakly, his right hand with only his thumb, ring, and pinky fingers left, to take the drink in his shackled hands. He could barely hold onto it, but he managed to lift it to his lips. It had been some hours since he last had a drink. It was...refreshing.
"You jedi will never cease to impress me...The jedi I battled on Contruum...you remind me of her. Miss Nubica. Her name was...Ella. A jedi knight. She was merciful, too. She battled like a soldier, but spoke like a diplomat. She was kind, even. To me..."
He stopped. These past few days had really begun to change his opinion on jedi. There was a lot about them that was respectable...