Brave The Whip And Brave The Stone [OS vs RA] [Coruscant Prison Break]

[Oddball]

One week, seven days, one hundred and sixty eight hours, ten thousand and eighty minutes, six hundred four thousand eight hundred seconds. Oddball thought to himself as he stared down at a cold and dark floor.

With his arms hung up above him on a chain that was just tall enough to let the tips of his toes touch the ground. There was nothing but pain in that position, a pure white hot fire that went away only when he passed out from the agony. That was his rest, those were the fleeting moments that the Sith considered rest. But Oddball wasn't like other prisoners that the Sith had in the past, he was born a force dead commando of the confederacy of independent systems, so rooting inside his brain with the force just wasn't an option. They had to resort to more barbaric tactics.

"Prison forty two, Coruscant, cell number ten twenty three dash B." Oddball droned on slurring his words as he continued to look down at the darkness of his cell.

"Jackpot, Doc, where are you? Galar? Did I do good Galar? I did good by you didn't I?" Oddball said slowly panting and taking deep agonizing breaths between words.

He was close to breaking, he had held out from non stop torture, horrors and unimaginable pain, but there was only so much the human body and mind could withstand under the constant assault of the Sith. A tear rolled down Oddball's cheek as he looked up to the small bit of light he had in his cell. A flickering dying lightbulb that went in and out.

"Canal, is that you?" The clone said with a cough and wheeze.

With his body now going numb Oddball continued to dangle there until the next Sith came in and had a crack at breaking him. Hopefully somebody was coming for him, if not soon he would succumb to the torture and interrogation of the One Sith.


[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Trystis Ray"]
[member="Sannika Brynn"] [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Blane Nightfall"]

OOC

Spoiler

This is a continuation of Baby, It's Cold Outide the thread in which Oddball was captured by the Sith on Csilla. Since that moment it had been a week since the Clone Commando has been taken. He's been under constant interrogation and torture and has yet yielded nothing to the Sith. However he grows close to giving off vital information that could put the Rebellion into further peril. Prison 42 a nod to Marvel's Negative Zone is a Maximum security prison located on the upper levels of coruscant, it is defender heavily and will prove difficult to rescue the captured clone from the hands of the Sith.

Objectives for RA

1: Rescue Oddball from the Sith by whatever means necessary.

Objectives for OS
1: Successfully interrogate Oddball and receive information.

Here's how I see this playing out. The Rebel alliance rescues Oddball but it's too late, he's given up information that will lead to the next thread of the OS/RA struggle. I don't want to give too much info away right now and I want this to play out ICly as well. So everyone have fun and remember this is Coruscant, the OS capital. Dropping a fleet is probably not an option so try to be stealthy. There will be no OOC thread to save both sides from drama so just have fun and write. And remember use a header if possible.

Location
Objective
Allies
Enemies

 

[Mythos]

"what do you mean he is an interrogation Cell? He was supposed to be Transferred to Csillian Authorities!"

Animus Raged at a now terrified Prison guard who had the displeasure of having an Enraged Sith Acolyte 3 feet from his Fat bulging face.

"I-im s-sorry sir, b-but Order's f-from high command Ordered h-him to be i-interrogated s-sir!" The shaking and visibly stirred Guard gulped and continued "b-but once t-the i-interrogation i-is c-complete y-you can t-transfer the prisoner S-Sir!"

Animus Arrived at Coruscant as soon as he realized the captured Rebel in question was not kept in a Csillian Facility instead moved to Coruscant. But if somehow he could speed this interrogation up, he not only would grant the Sith Valuable intell but collect on a very, very nice bounty. At the thought Animus Grinned Evilly Locking eyes with the Prison Guard.
"It seems like this is your lucky day you Stuttering piece of Sarlacc Dung, I will be taking over the Interrogation of the Prisoner, once i am Finished. He is mine. Do i make myself clear? Where is he being held?" Animus Spat in Inpatient anticipation

"Y-yes s-sir it is! P-prison f-foruty two. T-ten twenty thre d-dash B S-sir!" The Guard Said in a still Terrified tone.

Animus Stormed off lead by his personal guard of Two Sith Troopers. Ordering them to stand guard he finally said.
"I am not to be disturbed, if i am, i will disturb you... quite badly"
The Guard Gulped as Animus Made his Way in the direction of the Cell Block.

[member="Oddball"]

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

[SIZE=10pt] There was little on Coruscant that escaped her notice. As its Overseer and benefactor – utterly benevolent, a woman that’d managed to convince the Jewel of the Galaxy that the Sith were their protectors – she’d made it business to have a hand in most dealings. She’d cultivated connections both on the surface and far, far below. It was important to stay vigilant. Sitting at the center of the Galaxy made one keenly aware of the plots against their person, even more so as Sith. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt] So she found herself in Prison 42 striding towards a guard that appeared visibly shaken. She’d had nothing to do with the capture and detainment of the prisoner that’d brought her to the facility, but she had a vested interest in the rumors regarding where his allegiance laid – scores to settle both for her organization…and herself. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt] No one accompanied her down the hall and at first glance she may have appeared less than intimidating, an impossibly petite little woman all by herself in the sterile halls of the prison. But another few seconds of watching her – the way she walked with assurance, a characteristic thumbing of the nose to anything lesser, and a sense of cold that seemed to follow her – and the impression would change. That the guard was already at his wit’s end and knew her from her image plastered all over the propaganda bulletins around Coruscant didn’t help. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt] “He’s in 1023-B, okay! That’s all I know!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt] Matsu stopped in front of him, the sound of her heeled boots stopping to leave them both in silence. Humans were uncomfortable with silence and it’d become one of her most effective tools over the years. They (they they they, you’re still one of them, aren’t you?) all wanted to fill that space, put words in the uncomfortable quiet. She raised an eyebrow but gave nothing more.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt] “The Prisoner you’re all interested in! Another Sith just went down that way, said something about taking over the interrogation. I swear I just did what I was told, I don’t know nothin’ else, okay?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt] For a moment she considered killing him. Weakness made her stomach turn and this man was close to useless. But blind obedience was sometimes a useful quality. Without acknowledging his pleas she turned on her heel and started in the direction he’d indicated. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt] When she arrived the ‘interview’ was already under way. For the moment she would bide her time outside, just watching through the two-way glass fitted in the wall of the room. Interrogation was something of a specialty considering her unique talents but she was more than willing to allow someone else to have a crack at it, even if she didn’t know the Sith sitting with the man of the hour. When a subject was distracted it was easier to root through their mind.[/SIZE]

[member="Oddball"] | [member="Animus Malgus"] | @anyone who wants to hang​

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Spoiler

Just so there's no confusion, Matsu is currently unaware Oddball is forcedead, so at the moment still thinks mentalism will be an option. I am fully aware of his status however, dangit.

 

[Mythos]

Walking through the slide door of the cell shutting it behind him he saw a Wretched man being held up with Shackles. From the look of things he seemed pretty Banged up, body showed signs of severe abuse, and his demeanor hinted at it to... They did a number on him, really bad and still they could not get the information they wanted? This man must have Spirit. Animus Could Respect that, Still the clock was ticking and he had little time to waste, He Stepped closer to the man now only 2 feet from his Face.
Animus Removed his Mouth cloth and head robe, his Dark Blond hair waved, it had grown quite a lot these past few months, longer than shoulder length.
"You must the the Lucky Man, " Animus put his hand on his Neck extending it and opening his mouth. With a movement he pulled out a medium size canteen "Drink, it's not poison. " Animus said Calmly while leveling the Water canteen angling it so he could drink.
"That's it... Good, don't want you to die of Dehydration. You are not good to me Dead understand?"
Animus Knew it was a Wonder the man was even alive, He looked at the Man's Knee. He could Not tell but it looked broken, or just severely gashed, or maybe it was just the angle in which he was in made it look awkward. Animus bit his lower lip as he saw very few movement from the Prisoner which prompted Animus to Softly Smack his cheek, "Hey Buddy, you there? don't die on us Okay?"
Animus went out of his way to act Humanely, He did not think he would have to try too hard to get the Man's information... he did not want to do anything violent and cruel right now... not to a defenseless man, but he would if he had to.

Still, a part of Animus wished for a fast, painless solution.. Against his better judgment. "common buddy, I can get you patched up in no time, i just need your help ok? Im going to ask you a few things, it will be quick i promise" Animus voice was soft and carried compassion. Sith rarely had that quality, And to be fair animus never did, but he did not believe in prisoners, and to kick a dog while he was down was not something Animus considered Honorable.
[member="Oddball"]
[member="Matsu Xiangu"]

 

[Oddball]

[member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"]

A young fresh faced Oddball sat with his legs crossed on the floor, a look of happiness yet focus stained across his face. Beside him other Fett cloned stared forward at a figure that moved back and forth waving his hand as if he were explaining something the whole of them. So the young teenaged Oddball known as CC-3537 sat there next to his brothers completely enthralled by the man above them.

"If you have been captured, and you have been taken alive, know that we will not stop looking for you. We will fight for you every step of the way until we bring you home dead or alive." An older grizzled mandalorian said to the crowd of young Fett clones sitting in a learning circle.

"No matter how bad it hurts, no matter how hungry, how thirsty, or how alone you are. Don't give those bastards anything, and don't give them the satisfaction." The old leathery mando continued to preach to his young students.

"You are all Dreadguard, soon to be the most elite fighting force the Galaxy has ever seen. You are all brothers in arms and your father Isley is proud of each and every one of you, so do right by your father, and if you are taken give them nothing and if you are lucky enough to escape. Come back to take everything." Those words hit Oddball and he nodded as he continued to scribble and jot down little doodles on his pad.

"But most important, you have to-" A sudden soft smack pulled Oddball away from everything followed by words that rang fuzzy.

"Hey Buddy, you there? don't die on us Okay?" As his vision cleared he saw the Sith with long flowing blonde hair hold a canteen in his face and try to work him over by playing good cop.

The Sith spoke some more and the battered and bruised Fett clone looked at the Sith and his water. It looked so tempting, oddball was so very thirsty and the thought of just a drink of that heavenly life sustaining drink made him want to cry. So he lowered his head towards the canteen and as it looked as if he were about to take a drink Oddball pursed his lips and with what little saliva he had left spat in the face of the man.

"Kark yourself, think you can run in here and offer me water. Take your ass back to whatever salon you came out of and get haircut before you speak to me." Oddball coughed after he spoke his body still in pain from the position he was in.

 

[Reverance]

Noise noise noise noise! So much noise, so much comm chatter. The One Sith empire was becoming quite the popular location, from Ord Mirit to Anaxes to Csilla. But those were merely tendrils of a dynasty, extending from the plump body of a domain that was harnessed from brutality and stone sheering resolve. Even so, with the numerous attacks occurring against the One Sith, the hierarchy had no intent to sit by the wayside and allow the actions to go without some form of consequence. And what was that consequence? Well, his name was Miles and long ago, he was a communications officer and traffic control operator on Empress Teta. Having wrought the effects of adequate service and minimal effort, a slackjawed caf junkie had climbed the ranks to proprietor of Naval Defense Coordinator for airspace over Coruscant and beyond. Quite the ambitious role, after all.

Of course, if you follow the chain fair enough upwards, he would find his boss in the form of a small Atrisian Sith Lord, Matsu Xiangu. But this specific process extended beyond her desired purview, unknowingly to the airspace defense coordinator. Either way, he opened up the comms, breaching the local airspace jammer, to receive reports on specific matters occurring through OS space.

"Mmm caf caf, I love caf..." He scratched the furry caterpillar above his upper lip, a monstrous mustache if one had ever seen it. "Seems we are popular, lads!" He pulled his hand across a row of bobble head storm troopers, each one agreeing with the assertion. Stretching back, he scratched his ribs across the tight fitting uniform. "That's alright, that's how we roll."

Leaning forward, he placed that stache against the mic and opened up communication to relay stations circling the planet. Thanks to retconned facilities, the heart of the One Sith Domain was well guarded against infiltration both inwardly and outwardly, domestic and foreign entities. "Coruscant Naval Control, I'm initiating alpha-4 protocol for incoming and outgoing birds." He cracked his neck and began typing up messages across encrypted channels, bouncing against multiple frequencies that later corroborate upon acceptance through proper protocol. The message would read the following:

::Nothing too concerning. We are to increase customs investigation, incoming and outgoing of planet. Any bird without proper identification is to be down immediately. We will be registering IFF codes to all ships on a rotating basis provided proper information for control. Anyone without IFF, domestic, will land or be forced to land. Anyone in space will be turned away or shot out of the sky. Business as usual with one caveat. Crews are to monitor all shield generators and get them up to snuff, we wont be caught sleeping on the job - and that includes all other defensive emplacements:

"No, no sleeping...not with all this caf!" He looked towards the defensive net and picket lines stationed outside of Coruscant, checking over comm jammers and interdiction fields. Nothing out of the norm, especially for a planet of such caliber. Across his mail, he got a message about some CRC outgoing cargo and cleared it for passing. Oh bribes, they pay the bills, he thought as he chugged down another cup and rang the cow bell. An intern ran in with another pot of caf.

[member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Animus Malgus"] | [member="Oddball"]

 

[Mythos]

Animus Sighed. As he wiped the saliva from his face and composed himself not to rip this man apart. A part of him did not want to torture this man, to beat him worse than he already was... for a second that seemed the only solution. Animus could not believe that. He had Honor Damn it, He was not going to stoop as low as torture and abuse of a defenseless man in order for some information and a bounty.
Animus breathed in, "Listen to me, No one can get you out of here, and every karking day you spend here is another day you are closer to death" Animus gestured to his broken and battered body.
"How long do you think before they get someone Really good in here? huh?" Animus pursed his lip in a gesture of smartassery "This is Coruscant. No one get's in here. It would take the entire Rebel Army to bust you out. And from what i hear, the only reason you are still Alive is because you have information concerning a Rebel Station."

Animus Paused to let his words sink in and pondered... Was compassion really a weakness? he Shook his head as if the mere mention of the idea is ludicrous.
Still he had to try... he had to eliminate all possibilities and Options before he would even consider the Dishonorable acts done to him.

"I have permission to get you out of here, but you have to help me do it. I can't Promise you freedom, but a Hot Meal a Bath and some Drinks i can" Animus looked at the eyes of the Man, Imploringly as if begging him not to force him to do this, Searching every option Exhausting every kind of way just... not this.

"I may be a Sith, but I have Honor..." He grumbled more to himself than to his prisoner. The idea of torturing someone just a few minutes ago was great, He jumped on it like a scum on a speeder but now... He had never tortured anyone before, the idea sickened him... There was a presence at the door of the cell... It prickled his skin.

[member="Oddball"]

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

As the Sith in the interrogation room did his work, Matsu attempted to worm her way in to the prisoner’s mind. She considered such manipulation an art. Done without care the subject would recognize the intrusion and put up walls to prevent it. Some had the natural ability to fight back against one of her primary talents but she felt no signature from the prisoner.

In fact, she felt hardly anything at all.

Every attempt she made was met with a strange floating sensation. It was different than attempting to break someone with training to resist mental attacks, a feeling like meeting a brick wall that needed to be broken through. This just felt like there was nothing there at all for her to try and attack, as if she were floating back and forth through some great emptiness.

She’d known it once before on a battlefield in Kashyyyk. Force-dead.

However, it didn’t stop the Sith from using other methods on him. It was a common misconception that torture was in any way effective. Most would eventually say whatever it was they thought their captors wanted to hear just to make the pain stop. Matsu could usually cut out any doubt by plucking the answer straight from the victim’s mind, but now she would have to rely on her keen sense for people and the lies they told. Torture for information was ineffective, but torture for its own sake? It would be nice to experiment on the living instead of the dead for once. And if he spilled something, they could keep him alive long enough to see if he was telling the truth. Lies would garner more punishment.

Turning to the assistant standing next to the door, she spoke softly, as was her way. “I’d like a full interrogation kit brought in here, including our experimental devices,” she ordered, reaching out for the doorknob and waiting for a nod of understanding before slipping in to the cell.

The cold came with her.

“Good afternoon gentleman,” she offered, her cybernetic arms clicking as she crossed them over her chest. She looked over to the Sith, nodding as if say he was welcome to stay if he pleased. She sat down on the cold floor out of reach of the prisoner’s potential kicks, folding her legs underneath her as if they were about to have a picnic and not decide exactly how much pain she would mete out. “I’ve been told you go by Oddball. I’m Matsu.” She sighed, looking around the room as if it were some hotel suite and not the freezing walls of Prison 42. “Funny situation you’re in, isn’t it?”

[member="Animus Malgus"] | [member="Oddball"]​

 

[Boggo Flib]

Walking down the halls of the Prison in armored robes, Nulgath removed his hood revealing his bald head and Face mask. Placing the mask in his robes. The Epicanthix heard about the new prisoner and was feeling rather more interested than normal. Reading a Datapad as he traveled down the halls Nulgath studied as much as he could about the Captive named @Oddball. He was a Soldier for the Rebel Alliance and a unique one at that. Reports showed he was some how immune to mental attacks and other such methods commonly used by Sith. Nulgath frowned with distaste as he suspected the Prisoner was some how dead in the force. Such a way of living was a curse in his eyes.

The Cell door was closed and one could assume someone else was already having a session with the subject. Nulgaths hand hovered by the control panel unsure if he should interrupt. Out of respect the Epicanthix backed about from the door and instead entered the spectators room to observe from a closer angle.

 

[Mythos]

Animus Closed his eyes and came out of the Kneeling position. Eying the Sith who came in through the door, feeling the presence of the Dark side deeply inside her.
He did not know the Horror she would bring, upon this man.... He didn't want to know.
"All yours" Animus gestured as he stormed out of the Cell Stepping hard, every step a maelstrom of fury. Although he should be angry at the Rebel Scum he wasn't, he didn't know what he was angry about but he was angry. His Own Failure? His reluctance to do what he knew was necessary? His.... Mercy? All of the Above. Animus didn't even care to Notice anyone else, but he did saw [member="Nulgath Zardai"] but he did not even look at him. His Rage would not let him talk right now...

Animus Was a cruel Unforgiving Man. But he had this sense of Honor he would die for... and most likely would one day. Passing through the petrified guard he had met entering he paced in the direction of his fighter.
He was getting off this planet, he had enough of prisons for one day.... [member="Matsu Xiangu"]

 

[Ruby Veir]

Location: Upper levels of Coruscant
Objective: Wait for things to kill
Enemines: None
Allies: [member="Setzi Lunelle"]

The Coruscant Underworld was full of slithery things. Taozin. Shadow barnacles. Granite slugs. Garbage worms. The lower levels were a veritable playpen for creatures of the sludge. In this vein, Ruby Veir, slid up out of the subterranean Coruscant underworld, her formless body inching up out of a sewer grate, fluid, gelatinous. She slipped down an alley way and like emerged from the chrysalis of her former shape. Ruby metamorphosed, and shot off like a bullet. Perched on street lights, Holocameras turned in unison, tracking the woman's every move. The fortress world of Coruscant was always under the gleaming yellow eye of the Sith. Ruby knew this, but didn't care. The Undercity had taken all the karks that Ruby ever had to give. The cameras would show the image of a tall, svelte redhead in a white dress and silver boots, a gash of red upon her lips.

Ruby was meeting with a Sith lady about a job. Some fishy had to die somewhere. Who it was and what it had done to deserve aforementioned dying was not the redhead Shi'ido's problem in the slightest. She was getting paid an insane amount of credits to indulge in one of her sweetest, darkest urges. It didn't get much better than that. Well, Ruby thought of some ways that it could get better, but those were just icing on the cake.

She strolled into the bar, one much too clean for her liking. The kind of place that had the Holonews running, as if people patronizing a place like this wanted to do anything besides drink or screw. Drumming her fingers on the durasteel bar, loud enough to try and drown out the sounds of reporters prattling on about attacks on Csilla, the Shi'ido waited for the Sith to arrive.

 

[Oddball]

[member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"]

"Might want to reserve offer for a bath for yourself, I smelt your stank from down the hall." Oddball said weakly and coughed again his dirty body rattling the chains.

Oddball watched the Sith kneel down in front of him as the door opened. It seemed someone else had decided to join them this wonderful morning.

"No really that's not necessary your gestures of kindness was more than enough to warm my heart. But I got to say you look good down there on your knees, let me guess you find yourself in that position every Tuesday behind Jax's diner." Oddball said as the Sith stood, spoke, and walked out of the cell.

"Come on you're gonna leave me all alone with less threatening wannabe Darth Traya?" Oddball said as he looked over to Matsu and gave a weakened half smile.

In reality Oddball was very close to breaking, there wasn't a lot of time left and he knew it. But if he was going to break he was going to make it hell for these people before he went down.

"If you're done wasting my time lets get to this torture session, I don't have all day. I'm due at your mother's house to put water in her dish." Still weakened Oddballs wit never died out he was going to fight to the bitter end.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Oddball"] .

Ferus knew the name. It was a time before the One Sith, the time of CIS. He had absolutely no intetion of missing a chance to.. Talk, with one from his time. Slowly the human would step into the room, his golden eyes traveling over [member="Animus Malgus"] on his way out. He was shurt what the acolyte was doing, but that didn't matter. Stepping up right beside [member="Matsu Xiangu"] though, he would nudge her gently.

"This isn't your normal trooper to interrogate. He's a Clone. More specifically, a Dread Guard. Vong Shapped Fett clone. You won't be able to intterogate him normally. If you have ways to torture Vong, I would suggest using those." Slowly his gaze narrowed as he looked over the man, memories from his time fighting along side he, Calico, and the others already flooding back into his mind. They killed many together.

"I assume you don't know me by this face, Oddball, but you'd know me by Knight Krest of the Templar Order, no?"

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: prison
Objective: looking
Allies: too drunk to recognize
Enemies: tbd

Interrogating prisoners was an art, particularly when it came to terrorists and those self-proclaimed “rebels”. No uniform, no government, no clear goals and ideals they fought for. It boiled down to nothing but their morality to keep natural bloodlust in check, something Avreet despised. He may have been able to overpower the Dark Side’s influence on his mind, shielding himself with a personal code of honour and ethics, but how many of these “freedom fighters” cared about honour, about values one had to cling to always and everywhere? There was no such thing as an honourable terrorist and to believe otherwise would be foolish; the very idea was nothing but an oxymoron. Even the cursed Republic – which ironically started to appear like the lesser of two evils when compared to the One Sith in the amphibian’s large eyes – presented order.

The beauty of democracy lied in its treacherous promise of freedom while hands hidden in shadows pulled all the strings, guiding the sheep who believed their choices were their own. Indeed, the Sith Lord was all for democracy - now,… and forever! Rebellions though… absolute anarchy in Darth Veles’ opinion. Not much to influence. Many Sith sought such anarchy, a jungle where only the fittest survived, where the strong exterminated the weak. Avreet certainly wasn’t one of the Dark Jedi like most jesters who called themselves Sith, yet failed to see the advantages of control over destruction or utter domination.

As of right now, his figure shrouded in black robe and hidden in weak shadow offered by the room’s corner impassively watched the interrogation, completely still and silent – the amphibious Sith Assassin preferred to listen if possible, let the events unfold in front of him and go on without his interference if unless needed. Information and knowledge equalled power and he wished to be one of the first Sith to learn more about the terrorists. Their leaders, sponsors, cells, family members, contacts, everything the man knew would be revealed. Avreet had dealt with people like the interrogated man before, yet this very prisoner unnerved him. In all his power, the Sith Lord could not feel his fear, nor his pain. In fact, Veles could not feel him at all, mentally branding him as one of the unnatural freaks.

That alone wouldn’t have been as terrifying as the idea of the rebels having more models like him in possession, ready to use. Large amber eyes of the Mon Cal menacingly glared through the impenetrable window separating him from the prisoner as if trying to find a way to burn into the rebel’s skull, make an entrance leading to all of the freak’s memories and thoughts. He did not spare a single glance towards the three “Sith” interrogators. In their honour, they had to start torturing their victim yet, something Avreet witnessed rarely among the ones he considered to be Dark Jedi.

Much like the interrogated man, the Sith Lord projected no presence or signature into the Force – it was for the best, daily practice of his favourite powers combined with practicality. Being the only Sith in the entire One Sith tended to put him at odds with others, plus he did not doubt his dabbling in the Light Side arts as a way of learning more about his enemy would be misunderstood, as always. No need to reveal his signature and advertise the grey-coloured and murky presence of his.

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

The prisoner certainly had a mouth on him, she would give him that. She could hardly call her position cross-legged ‘on her knees’, but she’d long ago taken to ignoring comments in that vein. It was the purview of some men to reduce women to their gender, rendering them less than. She’d dispensed with being bothered by such an automatic writing-off long ago.

“You’d do better to put in on her grave,” Matsu answered, still wearing that pleasant smile, unflustered. The door slid open with a hiss, revealing the kit she’d requested floating in with a small droid guiding it. Standing back up, she shrugged.

“If you’re so eager then,” she acquiesced, moving over to the tools laid out on the cart and running fingers over them lovingly.

The door hissed open again and almost immediately she felt a nudge, annoyance curling through her stomach and a disgusted look tugging slightly at her features. She despised touch, nor did she appreciate someone coming in and undermining the ‘rapport’ – however flimsy the term – with their guest. Her features settled once the wave of revulsion had passed, nodding in acknowledgement of the information.

“Vong revere pain, of course. So we’ll just have to see how much one shaped by them can take.” There was always something to learn. She turned back to the instruments laid out in front of her, pulling a few from their sleeves as Ferus got reacquainted with the prisoner he apparently had some connection with. Matsu’s career had gotten started in the Confederacy, however brief her stint, so she knew a thing or two about Isley Verd and his creations.

[member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Oddball"]​

 

[Oddball]

[member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"]

Oddball started to chuckle softly as the woman explained about her mother's grave, he looked up at the Sith and coughed again. He let out a dry and humorous scoff at her and spoke weakly still.

"Hold up hold hold up for a minute. Let me guess, you're parents died when you were a kid then you were abused by someone until you killed them and fell to the dark side. Get the hell out of here with that cliche ass backstory, your ass reminds me of a horror novel. Discount books section, not best sellers just so we're clear. Like the ones you buy for kindling." Oddball said as he continued to dangle.

Then that's when he got a blast from the past and got reintroduced to Krest, that D bag. Oddball smiled at him, his teeth covered in dirt and grime. Ferus was on the Rebellions kill list but he never had any idea he was Knight Krest, his old commanding officer.

"Krest? Buddy? Is that you?" Oddball said looking the man up and down with a serious face.

There was a few moments of silence before Oddball spoke again.

"You look like @&$%" He said with another little dry scoff.

"I mean I know I'm the guy whose hanging from the chains half dead but I got to say you've had better days." Oddball looked back to Matsu and knew of her as well.

"Wow I must be a celebrity, all the A listers are here to see me. Matsu, Ferus, that scrub who just left. I'd blush if I didn't hate all of you." Oddball chuckled again and coughed.

"Okay, let's get this show on the road." He said looking up at the flickering lightbulb trying to ready himself for the next assault of pure pain.

 

[Mythos]

Animus arrived at his Fighter, docked in a port of the building a few thousand feet in the air... It was a thunderstorm of Rain, he hated flying in rain... he could though.

Lighting a death stick with an Igniter he laid his back against the fighter lost in thought. Maybe i should have just killed him, ripped out his head and bring it to the Chiss, Animus thought. I would have gotten a nice bounty, but no, he had to have Morals and Honor. What a thing to have as a sith... months in the Order he noticed none of them were ever cordial, Honorful or at least respectful... How could one get far without those primary qualities? How could one seem trustworthy when all one Exhumes is Rage and violence?

He blowed out the smoke tinted in rain fall. Rain droplets banged against his hooded cloak his father once wore... He was also the only Sith Who smoked apparently. Animus chuckled at the idea. He thought of the man he saw in the prison cell... he laughed as he wished he was on our side.... A wise cracker in any case...

How many prisoners were in this Place? How many like him? Refusing to break, Holding out for allies who would never come, Standing strong in the face of torture and humiliation... No he did not like the Terrorist scum... But at the very least... he respected him... [member="Oddball"]

 

[Ras'kala'han]

Trystis was still sore, and still seething. "He's mine." He muttered under his breath. He had captured that rebel - [member="Oddball"]. It was the only reason his master didn't kill him outright for his failures on Csilla. Even now, he could hear that smug voice in his head, chiding him for his weakness. That the captain escaped punishment on his watch. That an entire military hub was compromised and it was his fault.

"If he's yours, then take him." They would say. "Aren't you a Sith?"

"That's what I'm doing right now!" He shouted to no one in particular. It echoed in the empty cockpit of his landed ship. He paused, and took a deep breath. He sounded like he was going crazy. Of course, the thought of that trooper rotting in a cell, being tortured by someone else - it was practically a betrayal.

He gazed down at the audiovisual surveillance of the torture chamber. Two Sith lords stood over the prisoner, preparing. He rewound, and watched. It was feeding his emotions, making him angrier. That was good. He surveyed himself from inside, as though from afar. His hate still bubbled up, but his mind was unclouded. This was the closest a Sith would come to peace.

He saw [member="Animus Malgus"] smoking. He stopped. "I've come for him." He stressed the word, gave it poisonous meaning. "I know you visited him, and I saw the recording. I hope you have an explanation for why you'd show such... mercy."

[member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

If Setzi had seen Ruby Veir's entrance earlier, she would probably have put her credit chit on the bar, turned right around and left the assassin to her own devices. But luckily, she hadn't witnessed her slither out of whatever dirty Coruscant crevice she called home.

What the brunette Dark Jedi saw when she entered the clean, neon metropolis bar on this higher level of the Undercity was a normal, if pale, red-haired human female. Setzi herself was dressed in a black hooded cloak, with leather trousers beneath, saber clipped to her belt. Low, black boots with pointed tips adorned her feet. The hood was for anonymity, as she was here to secure a contract with Ruby, an assassin-for-hire. On her new home planet of Glee Anselm, there was one especially dissident voice on the governing Nautolan council. This wouldn't be a problem in and of itself, but her partner, Darth Pyrrhus was trying to take control of the council, and she was worried about Pyrrhus's safety.

As usual, Setzi took matters into her own hands, feth the consequences. She hadn't really checked with Tanek about this trip or her plans to hire a contract killer to execute the Nautolan. She just knew that she couldn't lose him. Not now, with what the both of them had gone through to be with each other. She would tell him eventually - and obviously prior to the assassination - because there could be unintended consequences if she didn't.

She approached the bar. Her stark, black clothing would identify her out to be a confident, even sinister-looking character, but Setzi's doe-eyes peeking out of her hooded cloak betrayed her as someone clearly out of her depths.

"Are you Ruby?" she asked, trying to keep her voice from wavering too much.

[member="Ruby Veir"]

 

[Mythos]

Looking at the sith he spat the mention of the man just out of his mind caused disgust. "You can have him" Animus spat He didn't even want him anyway, the very thought of it sullied his mood. Smoking another puff eyeing the person before, clad in also head clothing. were all sith so mistrustful with their identities?. surely not.

Animus watched the smoke leave his lips as it danced in the toxic air of Coruscant before saying "Seven days, no sleep food or anything else..." Animus muttered more to himself but close enough for the stranger. Methodically Facing [member="Trystis Ray"] Locking Golden eyes with the stranger he said "Bet your life, he would take my offer any second now" Animus Laughing leaned back on his ship and took off his robe and mouth cloth picking off the cigarette that landed hundreds of feet below, tracing into the lights of the Cities below. Wind blowing and sky clouded... Bad skies indeed...