Prison Break

[Aryn Teth]

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Aryn Teth

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Interrogation Room B-23, Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer, Arkanis Sector, The Outer Rim Territories.​

Interacting With: [member='Koda Fett'] [member='Varik Ice'] [member='Luyioth Dakwin'] [member='Karren Trask'] [member='Artemis Nightstalker'] [member='Kei Raxis']​

Aryn groaned as his eyes slowly opened. His head pounded, and his face burned. The red-grey haze that he looked at the world through kept things dark for a little bit as he blinked a few times, attempting to gather his senses. He went to sit up from where he might have been laying, groaning as his bandaged forehead hit something, causing a sharp pain as it pressed against his sore forehead, still cut from his fresh encounter with 'Graf's Gundark'.

It came back to him fairly quickly, the progressive ass-kicking Aryn had gone through, getting his ass kicked, and as he looked around, it became more clear to him what had happened since. Whether Aryn was with the Empire or the First Order, he couldn't tell - both were known to use Resurgent-class ships, but he did recognize this particular type of interrogation room. Normally, people disappeared into rooms like this and often didn't come out. Luckily, Aryn was usually prepared for situations such as this. Before long enough, he knew the automated message he'd programmed into BB-3 would contact his usual partner, Karren, letting her know what the issue was. How long it would take her to mount a rescue was anyone's guess, but it would be something.

Aryn wasn't aware how long he'd been unconscious, but he figured it had been some time. He had been stripped down from his armoured flight suit into just the undersuit, and his cuts and wounds had been dressed and treated. He was thirsty though, and hungry too, and his face still burned with a dull heat, likely a result, he imagined, of being left in the Tatooine sun for some time - a pain and discomfort he figured would linger for some time. Grumbling, Aryn rested his head back, waiting for the inevitable interrogation, and hoping that Karren would receive the message he'd set for her.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Aryn Teth"]

Aboard RAS Backwater
Waiting for rescue crew to assemble
Just outside of Kathol

OOC: Just tagging my guys.

[member="Kei Raxis"] [member="Artemis Nightstalker"] [member="Aryn Teth"]

The message hadn't taken long to reach her. Within a few hours Karren was able to reach out across her various channels and grab a few of her own associates. What the location was wa the only clear part, the rest was all jumbled up. The BB unit was in distress, and all Karren knew was that when Aryn's BB unit went berserk, there was a good reason.

They were aboard a refitted Action IV, a common hauler in the Outer rim. The Rebellion had modded it out with hidden hangars and retractable cannons. Not that she'd be using them this time. She walked around the corner of the hangar, double checking the fuel lines on her StealthX and glanced up at the deck chief.

"Visitors?"

"They just showed up. Opposite Hangar."

"Sweet. Thanks Chief. How's my ship by the way?"

Chief rubbed his grey beard, and then shrugged.

"Don't know how it's still standing. Stop flying it so hard. It's gonna break."

"This baby?" Karren asked, slapping the matte black hull.

"Nawww. This things been in more warzones with me in it, then a Hutt's been in Brothels."

"Sure whatever you say." The Chief walked off, leaving her by her ship.

She was clad in her Orange Rebel Flightsuit today. That was her own personal attire. The GA greys were only for GA missions, and this one was a bit off the books. On her back in a holster was her saber. Twin Revolvers on her hip, and Shotgun her buddy Jak Sandrow had designed strapped into the cockpit next to her seat.

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Never know when you're coming in hot.​

She grabbed her last piece of gear from her kit bag and turned it over, kicking the kit bag across the deck as she waited for them to arrive. It was her DL-44, with a brand new scope....

 

[Luyioth Dakwin]

Luyioth Dakwin

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Interrogation Room B-23, Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer, Arkanis Sector, The Outer Rim Territories.
Interacting with: [member="Koda Fett"]; [member="Varik Ice"].​

With a pneumatic hiss, the airlock door connecting interrogation room B-23 to the interrogation lobby slid open. The figure who strode through almost looked indifferent to the man restrained on the table: what little of her robes was left to hang shifted over her legs as she strode, bringing her over towards the terminals in the room.
"Aryn Teth, then?" she asked - more to herself, if anything - as she swiped up a nearby dataslate. After perusing what was there, she lifted her other hand to swipe a few images over as she stepped towards the restraining table. With her horned face, she leaned forward after pulling up a chair next to him to speak a little more quietly: "No matter which way we do this, it's going to end the same. Why don't we cut to the chase and-..."

Yet, whatever she was going to propose, she trailed off. Her expression narrowed as she focused on whatever she'd noticed while her head vaguely tilted in interest. Rising from her chair, she reached out with her bare hands to try and grasp Aryn coarsely by the chin, attempting to push his head to either side while she examined whatever she had noticed. It only took a few moments more for her to come to her conclusion - and whatever that was, it made her lips spread to a faint smile, a quiet laugh pressing through the expression.
"How ironic..." she mused, letting go of his chin as she paced across to the other side of the restraining table. Lifting a hand to the side of her head, she pressed on a small holocommunicator sat neatly in her ear: "Warden: relay to the High Inquisitor that the captive in B-23 is force-sensitive. Advise on reconditioning. Over."

Lowering her hand from her ear, Luyioth turned to face Aryn once again. As if she had never groped his face or asked a warden about force-sensitive reconditioning, she lifted the dataslate to show a grainy photo, seemingly taken from a camera in a crowd: a photo of Arisa Yune mid-stride.
"You know who this is," Luyioth began, "and we know that you're associated with her. Let's not waste any time: where is she, and what is she doing?"

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer​

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Aboard the Imperial infested Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer the bounty hunter that delivered the Force Sensitive Prisoner known as Aryn Teth, a Pilot for the Rebellion, strode the halls in his attempt to make his way towards the section of the ship in which the intelligence branch operated. Delivering the data Teth was supposed to gather up before infamous Koda Fett snatched him from Tatooine after a brief and fruitless defence from the Rebel. The lack of payment Fett received was irritating him, usually being greeted in the hangar to immediately disembark afterwards. Though not today, no sign of money-carrier.

The looks that ranged from disgust to concern were given to him by the Imperial Navy didn't phase him, simple returning the courtesy of staring back when they looked down upon him. He was nobody's fool, their nonsense and prissy nature disgusted him just as much. These weren't men, they were bratty children that thought highly of themselves. Perhaps if the pay weren't so good Fett may not have stuck around, but this Rebellion was something he enjoyed crushing beneath his boot, another factor that kept him around for the meantime. Jedi? Oh how he hated them, destroying their Silver Order was definitely a satisfying event. Hoping himself to stick the final nail in their coffin to end them once and for all.

Arriving in a room filled with silence, smaller framed men sat with their eyes glued to the screens ahead of them. A particular one the sat near the door flinched upon realising Fett stood there, yet was quickly reassured when a larger, older man stepped into view, "Relax. Yes, Bounty Hunter?" He inquired in the typical snooty way. "A gift from Teth to you, from the sands of Tatooine." The Bounty Hunter replied, extending his left arm outwards with a small satchel hanging off of it. "Ah, thank you, now is that all?" The older gentleman furthered, taking the satchel from Koda, and Koda replied with a single tilt of his head, turning around and departing. Just as he was about to make his leave the same older Imperial spoke once more, ​"I've received word you're too head to the interrogation block and oversee your prisoner, there you will receive your payment."

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'Graf's Gundark', 'The Mandalorian, 'Green C*nt' had all been names given to Fett by the Rebellion, at least the ones Aryn Teth had known, maybe those names would become apparent to the Bounty Hunter during this small interrogation process. For a brief moment the emerald armoured individual stood behind what appeared to be a two way mirror of sorts, watching over his prisoner as it had been trapped in the contraptions constraints. He stood their amused at the sight of condition his skin was in, no doubt painful with every movement, if anything it was just a tactic to make his life that little bit extra frustrating for the next few days.

Fett's eyes shifted from Teth and peered over his shoulder, looking towards Dakwin was she then entered the room and later declared that Aryn was Force Sensitive. "Hmph." Explains things. He grunted and later said to himself. Though it did make sense, from his experience Force Sensitives had better intuition than most, better gut feelings, made better pilots and worst of all, could take a hit. All things Teth had shown on Tatooine. Whatever came next was definitely going to be interesting.

 

[Garza]

Aboard RAS Backwater
Waiting for rescue crew to assemble
Just outside of Kathol

Nothing quite like a rescue mission. Walking to our meeting place in the hangar of the Backwater, I was loading flechette rounds into a magazine. The last two I was working on with a slow pace. No need to hurry since we were only just getting to our destination. Time for speed, and haste will come later. The clicking of the rounds sliding into home within the magazine, I could hear from the distance of the person organizing this rescue mission talk about their stealth X. An old platform that was used by various Jedi in the past, and still used today apparently.

We all would likely be receiving one for the duration of this mission. Considering I saw a few behind the one that had seen it's fair share of battle. Walking the last few steps up to the young woman, I loaded the magazine into my rifle. Only to replace it once more upon my back, hanging from a sling. Pressing on the side of my helmet, a hiss of pressured air escaped, and I removed it from my head.

Looking at the woman, I decided that it was question time to have some idea to what we were getting into. While I did see the details before this mission, I wanted to know her take on it. All while patting down my side of my armor for my two sidearms, and my lightsaber.

"What do you know of what we are getting into here?"

Completely viable, and it was a good time waster while we waited for the rest of the team.

[member="Koda Fett"], [member="Luyioth Dakwin"], [member="Karren Trask"], [member="Karren Trask"], [member="Aryn Teth"],

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Aboard RAS Backwater
Waiting for rescue crew to assemble
Just outside of Kathol

He grinned to himself momentarally. He knew that the galaxy was out to get him killed in anyway possible and he took pride in knowing that he was rebelling against the galaxy. Softly, he scanned his person with his hands. Blaster and lightsaber both in place, spare green blade in the backpack should he need it. He really hoped he wouldn't though, his weaapon was swooshy and yellow, he felt calm and relaxed with it in his grip. One of the men in the shuttle with his raised an eyebrow, Kei grinning to him softly. No-one really knew what they were getting into, if anything they'd jumped into this blind after accidently deleting the call to arms.

Stupid move.

The Nightshadow glided gently nearby, The First Officer taking command of the bridge. It was much too big to dock in one of the many hangers on the Backwater, but a shuttle was just the perfect size. He had a ship full to the brim with fourty eight of the finest Callan-Class fighters and the odd assortment of X-Wings just to actually look like he fit in. He enjoyed having a war ship, it was a good upgrade from The Ebon Hawk. His ship was armed to the teeth with some of the finest boom boom guns. He grinned again, knowing full well that the ship was worth more than he had payed for it. Technically he hadn't paid for it, but who needed technicalities.

The shuttle touched down gracefully in one of the many hangers. Kei stepped from it slowly, scanning the few men he'd brought with him. Each was talented in their own rights, each one was good at something. Kei just didn't have the nerve to mention the fact that most of them would be killed or turned into jam during the upcoming battle. Probably, he honestly didn't know. He'd deleted the call to arms during a routine clear out. He enjoyed guess work anyway, it was more fun to face an enemy blind and enjoy himself doing it than it was to go up against something you knew the exact height of, weight of, the amount of time they slept.

He followed his assigned guide through the bowels of the ship, coming up on what he assumed to be the meeting room after only a few minutes. He heard someone mention something about an old Stealth-X and he sigh. He then heard someone ask what they were getting into and he sigh even louder. Finally, he stepped into the room, taking a few seconds to straighten his jacket. He should be wearing his robes, the extra protection could be useful, but they were in his quarters on The Nightshadow and he assumed he'd be killed for making someone go back to get them. He shook his head, nodding.

"I've been told very little, but whatever was on that call to arms sounded important. Let's waste little time with this brief. What's going on here?"

[member="Artemis Nightstalker"]
[member="Koda Fett"]
[member="Luyioth Dakwin"]
[member="Karren Trask"]
[member="Aryn Teth"]

 

[RC 212]

Aboard RAS Backwater
Waiting for rescue crew to assemble
Just outside of Kathol

OOC: You guys cool if we bring in [member=Kiyron]? He expressed interest.

[member="Kei Raxis"]- [member="Artemis Nightstalker"]- [member="Aryn Teth"]

[member="Koda Fett"]- [member="Luyioth Dakwin"]-[member="Varik Ice"]


Karren glanced up, and then holstered the DL-44 with a shove.

Master Nightstalker was an old acquaintance, and it seemed she had brought some backup in the form of Kei. She didn't quite know him just yet, but this was bound to be one of those situations. Her brown eyes wept both of theirs with a hard gaze, jaw firm. Then she bowed a bit to Artemis.

"Master Nightstalker, Knight Kei."

She paused, looking for the words and then just let it fly.

"I'll wate no time. The Galactic Empire has snatched up my friend and partner Aryn Teth. Yes I said partner. Short hand of the story? We've been Rebel Agents running missions for quite a while now. Yes I know it may be shocking. This was something I preferred to keep from the Order but circumstances dictated I reach out for his sake."

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"His BB unit broadcast a distress call on Rebel freqs. Says something about being held prisoner, Galactic Empire and a last known location. I've been tracking the signal, and the RAS Backwater is only a few hours jump away. My rough plan is to jump in, hail the other vessel or whatever he's being held on. I'll ask nicely for my friend back but I'm only asking once."

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"After that I'm launching, and going to get him back through any means necessary. There's an assortment of a few X-Wings and N1-Starfighters here. If you're in load up and hop in. Questions?"

 

[Varik Ice]

Varik Ice​

Equipment: Lightsaber - Initiate Robes​

Location: Meditation Chamber​

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Varik floated calmly in the air, cross-legged with his lightsaber, a datapad and a few more items in orbit around him. Though the initiate's eyes were closed, he could see much. Reaching out with the force, he felt what must have been every living being on this ship. It felt like they were countless, as though in a city floating in the vastness of space. However, amongst all of it he felt something...perturbed. He felt like something was coming, on the approach. Maybe it was nothing, but it was a sense of foreboding he couldn't shake. He wouldn't say anything of it - he would wait and see.

Ice continued to focus as best he could, listening to the force around him. Though he was no Jedi by any means, he understood the value of the light side of the force; what it could offer him and the Empire, as much as the dark side. Perhaps he was skirting a line too often- no. It didn't matter. Whether he leaned more towards the dark or light sides of the force, he knew who he was. He wouldn't be consumed by it. He believed in the Empire, not because of any influence from the force or any interest in increasing his power as it originally had been.

[member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Karren Trask"] | [member="Kei Raxis"] | [member="Artemis Nightstalker"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Luyioth Dakwin"]

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Interrogation Room B-23, Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer, Arkanis Sector, The Outer Rim Territories.​

Interacting With: [member='Koda Fett'], [member='Varik Ice'], [member='Luyioth Dakwin'], [member='Karren Trask'], [member='Artemis Nightstalker'], [member='Kei Raxis']​

O.O.C: It might be best if we keep the numbers as they are right now, so as to keep it even between the Rebels/Empire​

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As the door opened behind him, Aryn was somewhat irritated as the construction of the room had him facing away from the door. As his interrogator came into view, he raised an eyebrow and watched her closely as she moved into the room, rolling his eyes as she began to get into her usual spiel. Aryn had been trained to resist interrogation, most, if not all rebels were, and so the speech she initially set out to jump into was one he had heard a hundred times before. What did catch Aryn off-guard was her suddenly cutting off, the pilot momentarily raising his eyebrow again as he kept his eyes on her. As she reached out and grabbed his face, he groaned, speaking through a puffed up mouth as she held his cheeks. "You're not really my type, pointy."

Stretching his mouth in a series of fake yawns when she let him go, he seemed to watch her curiously as she went to speak on her comlink, seeming curious as to what she had found. When she said it, he was no longer interested. "This is really starting to become a shitty joke." He grumbled in response to the claim of his Force-sensitivity, with the kind of forced humour and sarcasm that could only come from someone almost desperately trying to deny something he knew was the truth. He hadn't particularly liked the word reconditioning, but chose to ignore it for now as he sighed, watching the interrogator get back into her routine.

He raised an eyebrow at the photo that was brought up, squinting briefly as if he was attempting to get a better look at it. He chuckled at her comment, as if it was absurd, shrugging as well as he could in his restraints, which was not particularly well. "Am I supposed to know who that is?"

 

[Luyioth Dakwin]

Luyioth Dakwin

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Interrogation Room B-23, Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer, Arkanis Sector, The Outer Rim Territories.
Interacting with: [member="Aryn Teth"].​

Luyioth pursed her lips in mild frustration in response to the would-be rebel ace. As she paced back around the table, lowering back into the chair she pulled up earlier, she gently tossed the dataslate onto a nearby table, ejecting it from the conversation.
"You think it's a joke?" she asked as she lazily lifted one hand, starting with fingers wide as she reached out with her mind's eye to grasp the right thumb of the rebel ace. "You have evaded the Imperial Security Bureau for months, fraternized with major criminals such as Arisa Yune, more-than-likely been exposed to Jedi and the likes - and you're still dumb enough to think it's a joke? I can only assume they've told you, from what you've said..."

As Luyioth began to bring her fingers together, she began to apply a pressure to Aryn's right thumb: a crushing pressure, growing more and more severe as her grip grew tighter.
"You know, I hope the High Inquisitor decides it's best to recondition you..." she continued, continuing to close her hand as she went on. "...why squeeze her location out of you, when we can make you kill her and all of the other rats with her for us?" With a conclusive gesture, Luyioth abruptly closed her hand into a complete fist, intending to completely crush the thumb at a whim. Shifting in her seat, she moved to rest one arm on her knee and lean a little more towards him, looking to reach out and try to gauge what emotions may be running through them: to try and feel what she has done, and revel in it. "They've reconditioned Jedi that way, you know... simply, snatched away what the orders neglect and locked them away on a table just like that one. They never come to save them, no matter how much they meditate and scream." Lifting her hand once again, she moved to grasp the index finger of his right hand, starting her way along: "They all serve a purpose - and once they're done, if they survive, they become just like me. How do you like the sound of that, ladies man? You and me, killing your precious friends, forever? All because you were too afraid to acknowledge what you are, only for the Empire to make you it instead." She let out a quiet and condescending scoff as she began to squeeze her hand again, to begin to apply pressure to the index finger.

Glancing off to the side, Luyioth listened to the quiet voice in her ear, yet she made no action on it for now. She simply continued, eagerly awaiting the ace's response.

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Aboard RAS Backwater
Waiting for rescue crew to assemble
Just outside of Kathol

Somethings didn't surprise Kei anymore. This was one of those moments, he wasn't really surprised that she was running Rebel missions. It didn't bother him, he wasn't exactly an angel, he'd done somethings he didn't really enjoy. He scanned the girl once more, finally shrugging. He looked towards some of the other people in the hanger, raising an eyebrow, almost inviting them to share any other opimions before he began to speak. He didn't really know the young Jedi in front of him, or the person that they were going to save. He knew one thing, he knew that he needed me more background information.

"Alright. This partner, what reason do the Galactic Empire have to take him?"

He raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms slowly. Attacking the Galactic Empire head on wasn't the smartest move, they'd be outmatched and outnumbed by soldiers and Sith alike. Kei didn't know what he could spare from The Nightshadow, he might be able to try and hold the space superiority but he didn't know how long for. If they even tried to land on that ship, they'd be dead in seconds and Kei really wasn't interested in dying.

"Going head to head with the Galactic Empire is a deathwish"

[member="Luyioth Dakwin"] | [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Varik Ice"] | [member="Karren Trask"] | [member="Artemis Nightstalker"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Kei Raxis"]

RAS Backwater

She glowered at Kei.

"I don't have time to make a perfect plan dude. Either you are in or you're out. Pick now."

She mounted her fighter, hands on the cockpit waiting for his answer, as well as Artemis's.

"This man.... he is important to me. and I will do it myself if required."

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Interrogation Room B-23, Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer, Arkanis Sector, The Outer Rim Territories.​

Interacting With: [member='Koda Fett'], [member='Varik Ice'], [member='Luyioth Dakwin'], [member='Karren Trask'], [member='Artemis Nightstalker'], [member='Kei Raxis']​

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As Aryn felt his thumb grasped in seemingly nothing, he instinctively shifted his hand to try and pull it away, finding it trapped as instead his wrist rattled against his restraints hopelessly. Narrowing his eyes toward her, he was still trying not to listen to what she was saying, but increasingly - the reality was hitting him. To say it was like a speeder hitting him when he stepped into the street would be an overstatement, Aryn realized he'd known for a long time - far longer than he would have wished, longer even than he had been among Jedi, among force users. In a way, Aryn realized that he had always known, there was no way that he couldn't have known, he had merely forced himself to be blind.

The dull pain in his thumb grew to a sharp one, and Aryn grit his teeth behind his lips, intent on not showing his pain as well as he could, yet as she closed her hand he bit down hard, stifling a cry but still letting out a long-winded, agonized groan as he lowered his head for a moment, shifting in his restraints as he struggled against them for a few moments. He took in a deep breath, and by the time the pain subsided, he seemed worn out already, sighing as he rested his head back. He took a few moments, gathering his breath, and though he felt the force around his index finger next, he took his breath, gathering his strength as well as he could.

Then he started to laugh. It wasn't manic by any degree, nor was it condescending, it was if something had been told to him quietly, or he'd just understood a joke told a few minutes prior. Glancing up to her, he shook his head, a smile on his face. "You know, I feel like you're new to this. Honestly? With the amount you talk? Geez, breaking all my fingers would be better, least it makes me focus on something other than your weird, nasally voice."

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Aboard RAS Backwater
Waiting for rescue crew to assemble

Just outside of Kathol

Kei shook his head. He wasn't impressed with the idea of going head to head to head with the Galactic Empire. He wasn't interested in a fight. However, he knew what it was like to lose someone you cared about. He knew what it was like to form a rescue party to help someone. He didn't doubt her when she vowed she'd go alone, Kei knew she would. She obviously cared about this rebel. He shook his head. He wasn't going to let her go alone, he wasn't going to let her walk into her execution alone. He would help whoever he could, that was his own personal goal. He knew that the only way to do that was to go with her.

"I'm in"

He stroked his hand gently down his lightsaber. He had a feeling that he would need it, he had a feeling that the darkside and lightside would be clashing during this one. He had a feeling that The Galactic Empire had taken this partner for a specific reason. Kei knew that they wouldn't of done it without a valid, specific reason. It wasn't in the nature of the Galactic Empire to do things without a reason.

"We need a plan"

[member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Karren Trask"] | [member="Luyioth Dakwin"] | [member="Varik Ice"] | [member="Artemis Nightstalker"] | [member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Luyioth Dakwin]

Luyioth Dakwin

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Interrogation Room B-23, Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer, Arkanis Sector, The Outer Rim Territories.
Interacting with: [member="Aryn Teth"]; [member="Koda Fett"].​

As Aryn writhed in pain on the table, Luyioth breathed: she felt what he was feeling and breathed it in, before pressing it out again in the next breath. It made her feel powerful, now being the one standing in front of the table, yet it lacked the intensity she was familiar with at war; not that was a particularly good or bad thing, or at least not that she could yet tell. Yet, when Aryn opened his mouth to speak, she found her brow twitching a little in frustration. He was tempting her: maybe she could crush his hand, not that it couldn't be replaced. Her hand continued to close as she contemplated, a little quicker than before. Thinking back, she recalled when she was in the same position as him - just as stubborn as him, for that matter.
"Ironic." she mused out loud, as she clenched her hand into a fist. Another digit disfigured into a grotesque and abnormal shape, although she didn't pay half as much attention to his reactions as she did with the first.

Luyioth cast a glance over towards the dataslate, but she knew that it was pointless now. The decision had been made to recondition Aryn: a rebel ace sensitive yet untrained in the force was too rare an opportunity to pass up. An Inquisitor familiar with the inner workings of the Rebel Alliance - how incredibly useful.
"You're right," Luyioth began as she now lifted both hands, reaching out to grasp the pilot's right hand with her mind's eye, "Breaking all of your fingers would be better. Not that interrogation matters anymore anyway." With both of her hands, she began to slowly close them together, intending to slowly crush the near-entirety of the pilot's right hand between both. She had no doubt that she'd be questioned for costing the Empire a cybernetic replacement, but she was sure they would understand.

Now that the decision had been made, all that remained was to break the pilot's psyche. Weeks of sleep deprivation, starvation, rotating inquisitors and "interrogation" droids... it's a long process, but it's one that starts here. It was an uncomfortable feeling, the one festering in her gut: while she felt powerful from being the torturer, she also faintly recalled being reconditioned herself all that time ago. As she continued to crush the ace's hand, she asked herself: why did the Silver Jedi Order never come to save her? More to the point, why will the Rebel Alliance never come to save him? Surely it was a compliment to the Empire's might, she naively concluded - that had to be it.

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer​

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Why was he still here? He should of gotten his credits long ago, and with that the Bounty Hunter should of left to pursue another helpless target. His credits hadn't come to him just yet, Teth may have just been cargo but he was valuable, and upon delivery he expected to be paid. No sign of his promised payment yet. Though an Imperial Officer had approached him, and before Koda saw him he'd spoken up.

"We apologize for the delay. Your credits are well on their way... All four-hundred thousand of them." He sounded honest, sympathetic even, but he got an important detail wrong by a large margin. "It's five-hundred thousand. No more, no less." Replied the Bounty Hunter, sounding agitated even. "I... but - hmm, understood." And so he scurried off.

Fett turned back around, facing the interrogation room as he watched Teth's hand get crushed, at least attempted to be by the Inquisitor. He stood firm, unmoving, unflinching or grimacing at the gruesome sight if it were to happen. His arms folded over his beskar'gam plated chest, his black visor staring into the Rebel Ace's eyes. He never really liked Force Users and space wizardry. Though some respect was due, Teth lasted longer than most in the ring.

 

[Garza]

Aboard RAS Backwater
Waiting for rescue crew to assemble
Just outside of Kathol

Us: [member="Kei Raxis"], [member="Karren Trask"], [member="Varik Ice"]?
Them: [member="Koda Fett"], [member="Luyioth Dakwin"], [member="Aryn Teth"],

I shook my head. It was Karren's turn to lead. While this Raxis fellow seemed to question her, I thought it was plain and simple. Get in, and get out. Play by ear, and keep yourself low to the ground till then. If it meant ramming our ships into them until they released whoever it was we came to save, then by all means, I will throw my ship into the mix.

"Raxis, If you have a plan for everything, then you will always fail. Get in your God-forsaken ship and follow Trask."

Nodding my head, I then turned to Karren. As much as the information she gave, she was going to be compromised with the idea that no price was too much to save her better half. For that, I was likely going to be the only buffer between the two.

"Karren, we get the idea, but we are going up against a real vessel of the Galactic Empire. Just us three won't be able to do it. Do you happen to have a shuttle, and some hand cuffs?"

I hadn't walked away from her vessel as she had been speaking. And rightly so, I tilted my head slightly.

"The only other question I have, is do you want to play as bait?"

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Interrogation Room B-23, Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer, Arkanis Sector, The Outer Rim Territories.​

Interacting With: [member='Koda Fett'], [member='Varik Ice'], [member='Luyioth Dakwin'], [member='Karren Trask'], [member='Artemis Nightstalker'], [member='Kei Raxis']​

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Aryn smirked as he noted the slightest raise of Luyioth's eyebrow. He'd been trained by the rebellion to read micro-expressions, and so the inquisitor was unable to hide her frustration from him. It didn't do a lot for Aryn's overall situation, but served at the very least as a slight morale boost to the prisoner as he lay on the table. He gasped and grit his teeth hard as he felt his finger crushed as well. At the very least he'd distracted himself, the fact that he wasn't expecting the pain meant that it wasn't as bad, and he was able to recover quickly enough, but not before he felt the grip starting to close in around his whole right hand. He grit his teeth, preparing for it as well as he could before he felt the intense crushing, the fractures splitting along his fingers and hand as he gasped, letting out a shrill, agonized scream which he couldn't hold back.

In a way at least, he had been somewhat successful in his goal. By crushing each of his fingers one after another, she would be drawing out the pain, making it last and giving him little chances to rest. Crushing all the bones at once was indeed considerably more painful, but it was over quickly, and all at once as he grit his teeth and breathed heavily through his nose, progressively overcoming the immense pain in his hand as his chest rose and fell. He knew now that she would not be attempting an interrogation, her goal was to break Aryn's spirit, something the pilot would not make easy. When he had recovered his wits enough to speak, he groaned and looked down to his hand. "I hope there's no writing as part of the 'evil bad-guy' entry exam, otherwise you might have just screwed me up." The intent at humour was clear, but somewhat lost behind the shrill, weaker voice that Aryn held, part of his voice already almost lost due to his screaming.

 

[RC 212]

Aboard RAS Backwater
Waiting to launch
Just outside of Kathol



Good guys: [member="Kei Raxis"]- [member="Artemis Nightstalker"]- [member="Aryn Teth"]

Bad Apples: [member="Koda Fett"]- [member="Luyioth Dakwin"]-[member="Varik Ice"]



Karren paused, pondering what she could mean and then nodded from the cockpit of her StealthX.

"Kei has a ship. I only have StealthX's and N1's on board this rust bucket. If he ha a pair off cuffs we can go that route, though some ones gonna have to smuggle in all my gear. I was personally gonna fly in from the rear and have the Backwater jump away. Right near the engines always has the fewest firing arcs for point defence. Then Zero-G assault through the hull."

She continued flipping power up switches, checking the final burner readings and ammo count for he custom mass driver cannons, installed in place of the lasers.

"Either way, we got about twenty minutes to decide. Your call. Make it quick please."

 

[Luyioth Dakwin]

Luyioth Dakwin

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Interrogation Room B-23, Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer, Arkanis Sector, The Outer Rim Territories.
Interacting with: [member="Aryn Teth"].​

This time, the rogue ace's quips had fallen on deaf ears - or, at least his words did. The strain in his voice, the strength draining out of his muscles: it was almost like some deranged form of ecstasy, exerting power and dominance over a smart-mouthed dissident. Standing from her seat, Luyioth reached out to swipe a few beads of sweat off his brow before rubbing them between her bare fingers.
"Cold," she announced, before wiping her fingers off on his coat: "the fight-or-flight response." As she continued, she lifted her left hand up towards his broken right, hovering it just above. "It will fade away eventually. Maybe this will be a chance to see how well the rebellion train their best?" With that, several arcs of lightning spewed forth from her hand, grasping onto the ace's broken hand and surging through his body. "I wonder if the nerves in your hand are still working? Is it tender, or is it numb?" she mused out loud, as she attentively watched for any reaction.

Lifting her head towards the one-way window, Luyioth raised her vacant hand and made a vague gesture towards the officer on the other side. One that he would surely recognize: a moment of relief for the prisoner, to make sure he stays healthy enough through the reconditioning. A medical protocol droid would hobble in shortly after, with an intravenous setup in tow among other odds and ends. It would be here that Luyioth would cut off her lightning, turning towards the droid to speak into its audio sensor:
"Ensure he retains feeling in his hand, but leave it crippled." With that, Luyioth would move to simply step away, to gather her things before an anticipated lunch.