The Butcher
[member="Sar'Talani'Vek"]
There was the mechanical hissing as she laughed, looking at the one who had come to her cabin on the ship. Someone new and transferred from the others worlds who didn't know his place. Her medical corps were working hard to make sure the research labs were working at peak efficiency. Now a smirk coming on her face as she watched the monitor and he stood there somewhat uneasy. The sounds coming from the monitor of past interrogations and jedi prisoners.
"If you let me go, I'll say you surrendered witch your war crimes will not be forgiven but you'll live with life in prison." The garhoon laughed, her mask coming away from her face to show bared fangs and she spoke loud enough to hear while Seras was having the vat prepared... a little thing to pass the time and le the drugs go deeper into her system.
"War crimes? How could there be war crimes, when there wasn't any war? Your chancellor made sure of that flaunting a peace treaty to the galaxy. Claiming her own divinity at doing something no one else was able to do when all the while we acted, we schemed, we sown ourselves into the marrow of worlds along your borders and into the people." She looked at the jedi letting her come away from the rack and stumble about. Her open wounds on her legs showing as she fell forward from the removed kneecaps and the double mastectamy showing she had been a jedi from the temples before the fall of the empire. Seras chimed in from the side. "She was from Ossus one of the teams in the hills talking to the Ysanna... Weren't you there? Maybe she was a friend of yours?"
Seras had a wide grin under her mask while she undid one of the straps to loosen Talia but still keep her in the jacket. "Of course, I can understand how you might wish there had been a war... Your need to indulge some pathetic fantasy of brave soldiers marching to an honorable defeat to an honorable death but in fact, Jedi. You and I both know there was no war; no glory; the people of the worlds didn't resist. They just surrendered. Your jedi might fight us but they do not see how far we can spread like a cancer, like a gnarled root twisted with age." Seras had a smile on her face now the respirator there covering it as listening to it almost seemed to invigorate her.
The jedi looked up in the projection as she spat on the ground and spoke. "You're a liar, the sith are falling, the empire collapsing your not anythign more then a sick woman in an iron mask. Evil to the core and not the Seras Goto who gave us the location of one of the camps. I saw it, what you did to the Ysanna, to the people on Ossus." She tried crawling forward and Seras stepped over her and her boot came up as she brought it down with a sickening snap to the woman's hand. Gasps of pain and some blood from the slices on her head where she had gotten her head shaved.
Then she looked at her at the jedi. "What lies? You mean my failure to divulge my true identity? Believe me, I yearned to tell you. But I knew how much more satisfying it would be for you to find out for yourself. And believe me, jedi; that was my only deception. Seras Gota? She was a magnificent file clerk. And I, Úrui Ruith? I hope you won't think it immodest of me when I say this I was a magnificent leader. You never saw Kahlee or Ossus at its height. As a labor camp, it was the very model of order and efficiency. And why? For that, you must look to the top. To me! My word, my merest glance, was law and my verdict was always the same. Guilty." Seras had a smile now on her face at that.. enjoying it, the look on the face of the jedi and the face Tallia was giving her a feeling of excitement.
The jedi tried to strike out and some force energy came as she screamed and Seras moved laughing. "Can you not feel it jedi? That surge of righteous thought, that pleasure in doing the right thing. My men understood that... which is why they loved me. I'd order them to go out and kill. To murder child in their beds, in their schools and they would do it... Then they'd come back covered in blood... and still feel clean. Yes, jedi... clean and why did they feel that way?... Because they were clean! Because killing those inferior to us, inferior to the empire is not a crime. Exterminating lessers is not something to be demonized." Now Seras had Tallia free and standing over the vat of cryoban chilled waters.
"It is an accomplishment, it is something that needs to be done. I did what the emperor charged me I was ordered to find ways to kill the leeches of society, the degenerates, the sick, the old and impure and it was all in a days work. Though I admit to a ping of pleasure in hearing their scream. You see, life at a forced labor camp can be so isolating. Where the screams kept up my men at night I slept soundly but with no contact to those who felt as I did... At times I felt that only I bore the burden of cleansing the galaxy and the Sith empire of its pests. Those reports reassured me that I was not alone. That there were others in the galaxy doing as I did."
The unease from the man she could feel and a smirk played across her face under the mask for a moment as Seras looked up and spoke. "If you ever repeat my real name to anyone little one. There isn't a name for the things I can do to you... your mind will be aware of ever cut, every prod and every moment but you will be unable to do anything." He was scared and she stood up letting the life preservation suit chirp a little before sliding a cartridge into the arm slot and reloading it. She had a serious need for new supplies and that meant leaving the ship.
That meant as she looked at her doctors with a nod heading through the halls they were in charge and to continue to operate as normal. She would be a few days at most but had some ideas of what could be done better on here while looking at her blade and smg, her vials of poisons and drugs. She sent a message out asking for a smuggler or p;ilot to meet her for protection and secrecy. Being that she wasn't a known sith or wore anything to indicate it... her identity could easily be concealed before her preservation mask.
There was the mechanical hissing as she laughed, looking at the one who had come to her cabin on the ship. Someone new and transferred from the others worlds who didn't know his place. Her medical corps were working hard to make sure the research labs were working at peak efficiency. Now a smirk coming on her face as she watched the monitor and he stood there somewhat uneasy. The sounds coming from the monitor of past interrogations and jedi prisoners.
"If you let me go, I'll say you surrendered witch your war crimes will not be forgiven but you'll live with life in prison." The garhoon laughed, her mask coming away from her face to show bared fangs and she spoke loud enough to hear while Seras was having the vat prepared... a little thing to pass the time and le the drugs go deeper into her system.
"War crimes? How could there be war crimes, when there wasn't any war? Your chancellor made sure of that flaunting a peace treaty to the galaxy. Claiming her own divinity at doing something no one else was able to do when all the while we acted, we schemed, we sown ourselves into the marrow of worlds along your borders and into the people." She looked at the jedi letting her come away from the rack and stumble about. Her open wounds on her legs showing as she fell forward from the removed kneecaps and the double mastectamy showing she had been a jedi from the temples before the fall of the empire. Seras chimed in from the side. "She was from Ossus one of the teams in the hills talking to the Ysanna... Weren't you there? Maybe she was a friend of yours?"
Seras had a wide grin under her mask while she undid one of the straps to loosen Talia but still keep her in the jacket. "Of course, I can understand how you might wish there had been a war... Your need to indulge some pathetic fantasy of brave soldiers marching to an honorable defeat to an honorable death but in fact, Jedi. You and I both know there was no war; no glory; the people of the worlds didn't resist. They just surrendered. Your jedi might fight us but they do not see how far we can spread like a cancer, like a gnarled root twisted with age." Seras had a smile on her face now the respirator there covering it as listening to it almost seemed to invigorate her.
The jedi looked up in the projection as she spat on the ground and spoke. "You're a liar, the sith are falling, the empire collapsing your not anythign more then a sick woman in an iron mask. Evil to the core and not the Seras Goto who gave us the location of one of the camps. I saw it, what you did to the Ysanna, to the people on Ossus." She tried crawling forward and Seras stepped over her and her boot came up as she brought it down with a sickening snap to the woman's hand. Gasps of pain and some blood from the slices on her head where she had gotten her head shaved.
Then she looked at her at the jedi. "What lies? You mean my failure to divulge my true identity? Believe me, I yearned to tell you. But I knew how much more satisfying it would be for you to find out for yourself. And believe me, jedi; that was my only deception. Seras Gota? She was a magnificent file clerk. And I, Úrui Ruith? I hope you won't think it immodest of me when I say this I was a magnificent leader. You never saw Kahlee or Ossus at its height. As a labor camp, it was the very model of order and efficiency. And why? For that, you must look to the top. To me! My word, my merest glance, was law and my verdict was always the same. Guilty." Seras had a smile now on her face at that.. enjoying it, the look on the face of the jedi and the face Tallia was giving her a feeling of excitement.
The jedi tried to strike out and some force energy came as she screamed and Seras moved laughing. "Can you not feel it jedi? That surge of righteous thought, that pleasure in doing the right thing. My men understood that... which is why they loved me. I'd order them to go out and kill. To murder child in their beds, in their schools and they would do it... Then they'd come back covered in blood... and still feel clean. Yes, jedi... clean and why did they feel that way?... Because they were clean! Because killing those inferior to us, inferior to the empire is not a crime. Exterminating lessers is not something to be demonized." Now Seras had Tallia free and standing over the vat of cryoban chilled waters.
"It is an accomplishment, it is something that needs to be done. I did what the emperor charged me I was ordered to find ways to kill the leeches of society, the degenerates, the sick, the old and impure and it was all in a days work. Though I admit to a ping of pleasure in hearing their scream. You see, life at a forced labor camp can be so isolating. Where the screams kept up my men at night I slept soundly but with no contact to those who felt as I did... At times I felt that only I bore the burden of cleansing the galaxy and the Sith empire of its pests. Those reports reassured me that I was not alone. That there were others in the galaxy doing as I did."
The unease from the man she could feel and a smirk played across her face under the mask for a moment as Seras looked up and spoke. "If you ever repeat my real name to anyone little one. There isn't a name for the things I can do to you... your mind will be aware of ever cut, every prod and every moment but you will be unable to do anything." He was scared and she stood up letting the life preservation suit chirp a little before sliding a cartridge into the arm slot and reloading it. She had a serious need for new supplies and that meant leaving the ship.
That meant as she looked at her doctors with a nod heading through the halls they were in charge and to continue to operate as normal. She would be a few days at most but had some ideas of what could be done better on here while looking at her blade and smg, her vials of poisons and drugs. She sent a message out asking for a smuggler or p;ilot to meet her for protection and secrecy. Being that she wasn't a known sith or wore anything to indicate it... her identity could easily be concealed before her preservation mask.
