Public Bor Gullet Will Know the Truth (open to the first person who posts)

[Shira Varanin]

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I'm not sure how many times they've had the Mairan probe my memories. Could be once. I think I've kept the Jedi station's current location secret. Could be wrong. All I know for sure is the floor of my cell tastes like a dumpster on Denon.

Am I still on Denon? Should look into that.

They tossed another prisoner into the cell. With my cybernetic eyes deactivated, I can't see who or what they are. I'd feel my way over there but the masked bastards unbolted my hands for fun. At least they left my cranial implants alone. They don't want to jeopardize the Mairan's tentacular mission to crack my skull like a delicate egg.

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Shira Varanin got a metal elbow under her and rolled onto her side. She tried to get up beyond that but it wasn't in the cards. At a guess, she didn't look like much to her fellow prisoner.

Her voice came out parched and hoarse.

"Who are you?"

 

[Darth Kizash]

Shira Varanin

I landed on the metal floor harder than I could anticipate. Brunt of the impact focused directly on my right shoulder blade. My breath escaped from my mouth hissing through my teeth. Pain. Always pain. My jaw clenched tight holding in a loud grunt. " Mmmm!" The expressive sound came first before the clank of my metal cuffs. They were heavy. Made for larger species and yet they were my own.

Blood fell from my lip. Small droplets to the floor. My head was pounding from the beating I had received earlier. Not to mention whatever substance they had given me to dull my senses. Though I lay still on the floor, the room was spinning around me.

"Who are you?" The words came to me like a distant echo.

I am not alone in here? I though I was back in my old cell. What are they planning to do now? And who the kark is this?
My eyes squinted at the woman nearby. Her features distorted due to the lingering effects of some drug. It was hard enough to keep my eyes open.

" What?"

 

[Shira Varanin]

Her disabled cybernetic eyes couldn't distinguish between the darkness of the cell and the shape of the new arrival. A grunt, a clank of metal on metal, and a mumbled 'whuh' gave her precious little to work from. Her fellow prisoner was a male humanoid, and not a small one. In theory she could reach out with the Force and get a better sense of him, but when she tried she found a brutal headache prevented the necessary focus.

"I'm Shira. They give you-" She hawked and spat. There was a chip of tooth in there. "They give you to the Bor Gullet yet?"

Darth Kizash

 

[Darth Kizash]

Gross.

A shut eye expression fell over my visage like the sweat from my brow. The sound alone of hawking and the spit was revolting to me. Disgusting. Somehow the situation impacted me differently or was it the drugs? " Not very lady like, are you Shira?" I cackled to myself attempting to sit up. The cell floor vibrated with my failed attempt. " Mmmm! I am-" I hissed briefly. "Richard." The name of my birth. There was no point in giving titles here. We were equals in this place. We were nothing.

Im avoiding the question? Why? Finally I gave in. My hesitation was apparent with a steady deep inhale.

" Who is the Bor Gullet?" I spoke low trying to remain as calm as I could.

Inside there was a storm raging.

Shira Varanin

 

[Shira Varanin]

With her truncated metal wrists, Shira felt her way to a corner and curled up there, back to the wall.

"Mairan. Tentacles. Telepath. Memory eater. Erase, create, modify. Bor Gullet's the colloquial term."

Half the sentence fragments came from a sore jaw. The other half came from feeling like the Mairan had scrambled the contents of her skull in a frying pan.

"Haven't cracked yet."

Darth Kizash

 

[Darth Kizash]

Richards expression grew sour and his thoughts dwelled on the words this Shira had just spoke.

Memory eater. Telepath. Haven't cracked yet eh? Does she even know what she is saying? Hmm.
The mans sight now more properly adjusted gave way to the details of Shiras literal broken body. Parts of her were missing.

Mind and body missing I see. I guess it wont hurt asking anyway..

" Your joking." He said blankly in a deep tone. Eyes still looking her up and down. " And how did ya manage that? Not cracking." Kizash asked finally positioning himself in a wedged section of the cell. It was the only place that gave his body some what of a relief from the pains.

This is crazy. She is crazy. I need to get out before I see this... Bor Gullet.

Shira Varanin

 

[Shira Varanin]

Darth Kizash

"...'m a Jedi."

 

[Darth Kizash]

" Your full of surprises Shira, That or im really high right now." he spoke louder for the first time.

Kizash rolled his eyes. Her answer of being a Jedi was something he found no comfort in.

She acts as if that single word explains everything. " So whats the escape plan?" He asked lowly almost to himself.

Foot steps could be heard down the hall.

Shira Varanin

 

[Shira Varanin]

Darth Kizash got no answer. Shira curled a little tighter into the corner. A moment later, her premonition became certainty as footsteps sounded in the hall. She knew those footsteps: one of the man's heavy boots scuffed the floor with each step, half a limp.

"Feeorin," she hissed to Richard, thinking back. "Muscle. Turned off my eyes." There'd been some kind of modified datapad at his belt, she thought. Or maybe that was an altered memory, a trap like other shreds of hope the Bor Gullet had turned against her.

The lock clicked and the door rasped open.

 

[Darth Kizash]

" Well great." I remarked in utterance.

Next thing I knew I was being man handled to my feet by a screaming alien. I did my best to stall abit and ground my weight.

" Ahhh! Argghh." the Stun batons muzzle met my back hard. Going limp I exhaled shakily and suddenly pushed a single foot from the ground to shift my remaining body weight on the Feeorin. We both fell on the ground. My torso covering his legs.

Alien language blasting from his mouth as the stun baton met with my face. My entire body tensed and seized in spasms. I was flexing body parts I never knew I could.
" Aaaaahhhhhh!!" If something was going to happen it was now, otherwise i was going to be knocked out...

Shira Varanin

 

[Shira Varanin]

Force be with me now.

Shira lurched up and down again. One metal elbow smashed the Feeorin's neck against the cell floor. Clumsy without hands or eyes, she flailed with her stumps and made contact with flesh as often as stone.

Between Darth Kizash 's effort and hers, the Feeorin jailer went limp. Shira breathed raggedly and fumbled at his belt for the datapad.

"Turn my eyes back on - please."

 

[Darth Kizash]

" Alright, im not much to look at though." I groaned getting up. I scrambled toward the feeorin laying on the floor. What was I searching for exactly?

The man's memories and recall of the fight flashed fresh in his mind. Shira could of taken him out just as easy with that stump of hers. Now she was asking to turn on her eyes?! This chic was wild. Another memory was stirred up just by chance. His daughter. It calmed his body, slowing his movements but also bringing anger within. A subtle thing.

The data pad. plopping on the floor Kizash mashed his bound hands against the lit screen. Pressing multiple buttons in the hope that something would work.

Did it?

Shira Varanin

 

[Shira Varanin]

Darth Kizash
Shira's world went from featureless darkness to static to gloom. Her left eye was an iBorg Staredown, a model that included a miniature short-range stun blaster. She blinked just so and pumped a bolt into the Feeorin. Her right eye, the Elan model, helpfully identified him as an unconscious Feeorin.

"Thanks," she said, and meant it. "I owe you one. Any chance the datapad has a map of this place? I wouldn't mind getting my hands back...and maybe putting something pointy through that Bor Gullet."