Triss
Woman Scorned
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F5sIXUbMgF0
Coruscant, OS prison
Water. The first thing Einar tasted upon waking was pure, clean water against his lips. He lay face down in a puddle, some of the liquid unintentionally getting into his airways. Shadowmane coughed, then ran a hand across his face, wiping his dark brow. No sign of grime of Rangoon IV was left on his skin; he had been washed clean recently, the entirety of his body still wet from it. Scant loincloth that barely covered him was removed, leaving him barren. The air around him was stale and damp, pervaded by a familiar metallic scent typical of damp steel. A part of him wondered where he was and whether the slavers had recaptured him.
The last thing he remembered was melding minds with a rancor and attacking those whom he thought were there to enslave him again. A dull pain at the base of his skull reminded him to the episode with the Chrysalide beast, when he allowed for an effective exchange of consciousness between himself and the rancor. He still remembered how it felt to be trapped inside the mind of a hormone-driven beast, albeit faintly. Somebody must have tampered with his head, otherwise serious mental trauma would ensue if he was to experience the demise of rancor while sharing the bond. Whoever had picked him up knew a thing or two of mentalism. However, such intricacies were far beyond Einar's cognitive grasp, his instincts telling him he was far away from the jungle world of Rangoon.
He pushed off the ground to stand, but found himself too tall to stand in the dark cubic room he found himself in. Instead of a ceiling, there was a grid, faint light glimmering from above. Footsteps were heard, followed by squealing and cursing in an unknown language. Shadowmane drew closer to peer through the minute openings, but failed to see anything but a set perfectly polished black boots and a black cape trailing behind them. Einar stepped back, crouching under to hid in the darkness of the cell, only his viridian orbs coruscating in the shadows. He would wait until the figure left, before inspecting his prospects of escape from the compound he found himself in.