Faction Reap What is Sown (Bryn'adul & SJC)

[Primeval Architect]

Spoiler

If you're interested in joining this plot, please contact either Osam on the Bryn'adul side or Kiara on the SJC. Thank you for your cooperation!

Two Days After the Events of Broken Jewel
Within a Super-Construct on Caerdar

Captured and Imprisoned within a vile Bryn'adul Facility!
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Thousands of civilians and military personnel have been taken captive following a brutal raid upon the world of Nal Hutta. Utilizing a strategy developed by the tactician and Fleetmaster Thova 'Mdanam and supplied with elite forces under the command of Warlord Sethrak , the malicious Warlord Osam has succeeded in the first step of his wicked plan.

Now comes the implementation of the second portion of this diabolical scheme. Herded around like animals, the captives from Nal Hutta have been sequestered away into massive storage rooms, each one overseen by fierce guards and warriors - and with more wretched war-beasts sitting just beyond sight, and ready to strike at a moment's notice at any who attempt escape. An exceptional combatant, Gordrak has been placed in charge of these last containers of prisoners... and the subsequent culling that will need to take place to sift those with knowledge from those who are useless.

Underfed and dehydrated, the prisoners have proven themselves to be frightened, perturbed, and anxious for hope of rescue. Among their ranks, many turn to the presence of a pair of Jedi to provide them some solace: The Grandmaster of the Silver Order Kiara Ayres and Aayla Shan , a talented Knight of the Order.

Rooms equipped for the terrible act of interrogation have been prepared - most composed simply of drab concrete and metal walls and a pair of chairs. Those who make it this far into the facility without providing any useful information on strategic, economic, or tactical capacities of the Silver Jedi Concord are shot. Torture is a rarity among these interrogators, with most preferring simply to bring in new captives... the bodies have already begun to pile. Within one of these drab rooms, Sylok'Vanari prepares to receive his next captive.

But these few corpses will mean nothing compared to the toll exacted by the true reason for the Bryn'adul's raid. The real purpose behind the capture of civilians and Jedi.

The Curse of Weakness is ready for deployment... and when every piece of intelligence has been scraped from them, the captives will unknowingly carry the devastating plague back with them to Concord space.

 

[Kiara Ayres]

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The terror in the room was palpable as people feared for their lives at the hands of the enemy that had notoriously conquered and decimated so many worlds in the Eastern galaxy. Now, the people of Nal Hutta were getting a taste of what it was like to be on the frontline of a war as they were treated to the experience of prisoners of war.

There was little she could do to quell the fear in the room but she at least hoped to provide a calming presence as she sat, cross-legged on the floor, meditating. Her emotions remained unwavering for the most part though every time she felt the sting of a death through the Force she grew momentarily unsettled.

If there was anywhere she should've been, it was here among the people she had vowed to protect. She was no better than any of them and so deserved the same fate.

Around her, the the noise in her ears fell into silence as she entered a deep trance in an attempt to send a telepathic message to Thurion Heavenshield to inform the Council of the current situation which had no doubt been partly conveyed by Sakadi. "Thurion, listen very carefully. The Bryn'adul are interrogating the prisoners. I will try and withhold what information I can but prepare for the eventuality that I may not be able to."

 

[Gordrak]

Gordrak stalked the horrid corridor wordlessly. More vermin had been captured and brought here as opposed to simply being put down. Truthfully, Gordrak despised every ounce of that notion. Humanity and the myriad of other races like it deserved to be driven extinct. The only silver lining concerning this plan was that death was inevitable here. The fact that they might suffer or it would take longer didn't matter to him. His hatred had seen him move beyond the desire to inflict suffering. Oblivion was all he desired to bring to them. Gordrak then turned his attention to the forces guarding the various storage rooms. He scanned the warriors for any he might know though these efforts were ultimately in vain. He had ceased fighting with the bulk of the hordes when he joined the Ultras. Despite the perceived lack of notoriety or "fame" among the guards, Gordrak knew they had to be competent. The nature of this very assignment demanded it. He halted just outside the last of the enormous storage rooms. He turned toward the door and addressed the guards outside of it.

" It's time to see what these insects know. Open it. "​

At that, one of the guards nodded and promptly opened the door. As the colossal doors began to slide and open, Gordrak pulled free his lancer. As he did so, two additional guards took their places at his left and right sides respectively. They also had weapons of their own drawn. As the doors split apart, Gordrak was able to sense the fear flowing forth from the prisoners. He didn't even need his own unique yet atrophied abilities to sense it. It had practically saturated the entirety of the "cell". Gordrak stepped further into the room and remained silent as he did so.

It was time to find out who was useful and who wasn't.

 

[Aayla Shan]

At that, one of the guards nodded and promptly opened the door. As the colossal doors began to slide and open, Gordrak pulled free his lancer. As he did so, two additional guards took their places at his left and right sides respectively. They also had weapons of their own drawn. As the doors split apart, Gordrak was able to sense the fear flowing forth from the prisoners. He didn't even need his own unique yet atrophied abilities to sense it. It had practically saturated the entirety of the "cell". Gordrak stepped further into the room and remained silent as he did so.

Aayla had been crouched over an elder woman, not a renown healer in any right, but doing what she could for some of the injured. Grand-Master Kiara Ayres has told her to do as much telepathically, and she was trying to keep the people here from being afraid. She could project her warmth and light a bit, but it paled in comparison to the aforementioned woman. Instead of projecting her own, she tried to redirect the bolstering feeling that rolled from the Master. She had failed in her personal attempt to rescue Kiara, and here it was all she had left was taking care of these people.

When the doors opened, her head snapped to it, moving with a cough of dehydration to stand, and move to the front. She wasn't hiding from, or scared of these Bryn'Adul, as she had killed many already. When he entered finally, she would've been standing at the front, clearly not as strong as she was when they captured her, though from her position, and glare it seemed that was only true in the physical aspect. Aayla was still unbroken.

"Hey... Are you planning on killing us or not? These people need water, and food..."

She coughed again, knowing she was putting herself on Front Street, but hardly caring. Kiara was busy with her own things, and Aayla had long shown she would put her own body, and life on the line for others. She balled her fists weakly, left eye blackened from the earlier beating. She didn't trust the Bryn'Adul, but they were captured now, she didn't understand why they weren't dead yet, but if they were going to keep them alive, the least the monsters could do was give them water.

That being said, she was still suffering greatly from her own wounds. At this point, if a Jawa got the jump on her she was beaten, much less... One of these bug-faced Feths...

Sylok'Vanari Gordrak Thova 'Mdanam Sethrak Osam

 

[Sethrak]

Sethrak took a deep breath. His ears had been plagued by the screams of prisoners for hours now. He had interrogated three himself...but they had revealed very little over the long period of time that he had interrogated them. He wasn't like the other Bryn that killed and moved on. No...he drew out as much as he could from every victim, then tossed them aside, letting them die by the hand of the others, or by the many small wounds he had inflicted on them.

But now it was time for the climax of the interrogations. Everyone so far had been simple militia, or mercenaries. Next on his list was none other than Kiara Ayres , The Grandmaster of The Jedi. He knew that she would have all kinds of information. He would not stop until she had told him every last bit of it...and even then he would be careful to not kill her. She was too valuable to kill.

He telepathically sent a message to the guards, "Bring her to me."

With the order given, it was only a matter of time before the woman was thrown into the small and empty room. He had ordered that she was not tied nor wounded before entering. She was no threat to him...and he wanted her to know that.

Once she arrived he would have three main pieces of information he seeked from her. First of all...where did they plan to invade next. Nar Kreeta had been a failure, a painful one for Sethrak. He wanted to ensure the Jedi went no further. Secondly, how many forces were stationed in Nar Kreeta. It was his planet and he wanted revenge. Finally, The First Warlock would ask who was in command in her absence. He would send assassins after the new leader. The loss of two leaders would be devastating for The Jedi, surely.

The First Warlock took one more deep breath, enjoying the moment of silence before The Jedi was thrown into the room....[/FONT]

 

[Sylok'Vanari]

The slow gyrating turn of the hovering objects hummed. Each one exactly the same in size and length, shards of the Draelvasier Homeworld, Draemidus Prime. The three of them communicated a complex code, comprised of data collection, source inline status of the Super Construct and most importantly, certainly not least; newly acquired prisoner records from the world of Nal Hutta. To anyone foreign, the perfectly shaped mini stones were just that...stones. However, they weren't, in fact to the touch of any Drael or allied race within the Bryn, the stones would activate, allowing them to search and scour any and everything afforded to them. It was a tool, a tool of knowledge and constant surprises.

Sylok grinned, his teeth sliding against the bottom half of his canines before his opened maw slammed shut. The gaze upon the wretched human before him had provided nothing, despite all efforts. Unlike the last two that spilled very vague information about the Jedi; this one remained resolute in his mental capacity to remain silent. Physically, the weak insubordinate prisoner had suffered blows to the head, but torture was a waste of time. In fact, Sylok preferred a faster process. The grey stormy eyes of the Aeravalin lifted from the suffering human and his arm motioned for the Juggernaut standing guard to fulfill their duty. Sylok turned away walking to the edge of the door frame before smiling. The echo of a sliding chamber behind the hiss of the gas powered Radesh Crippler made the silent prisoner lash out with cryptic words.

"They'll come for us! They'll save the others! My death will-" The incoherent screams were cut off by a thundering CLAP. Splinters from the shotgun erupted with a high pitched ring, blood splashing thickly upon the walls. A sacrifice that otherwise could have been prevented, with cooperation. Sylok cranked his head, the edges of his eyes looking back at the lifeless body missing the upper half of the common human anatomy. Sylok assumed the last words were a form of cursing, given the high energetic gibberish being spat at the juggernaut before seeing the end of the a massive barrel.

"Put the body with the others in the pit. Leave the blood, it'll send a message to the others when they enter."
"Careful with your demands Ashaka, we're a team." Gul'drak spit out the words without thought.
"But of course Gul'Drak." Sylok's tone turned cold now. "Don't forget who heals your wounds."

The room fell into a awkward moment of silence before the body was dragged out. Small heated metal slivers hit the floor in succession from the mutilated process of destabilization thanks to the vicious weaponry of the Bryn. Still, there was more work to do. Carefully, Sylok reached out for the middle fragment floating in the center of the room. Tiny splotches of blood staining it now from the otherwise, useless human from moments ago. The Aeravalin's hands cupped it tightly, before large translucent displays of information cycled abruptly across the back side of the metal walls. His lengthy finger tapped it ever so softly, before he took a pause. A sudden glimpse of a familiar face graced his screen. Memories sank into his mind, the surreal sensation stunning his breathing for only a brief second. His eyes fixated on the prisoner record of Aayla Shan , a Jedi Knight. To Sylok, he remembered the words he angrily barked at the newly defaced lightsider.

A sinister smile curled upward, revealing yellow jagged misplaced teeth. He remembered. With haste he made the call...

Bring the Jedi Knight to Block 33, Now!

The communicator stone kicked in and relayed the message, but Sylok stood staring into the portrait of Aayla Shan, the one guilty of killing Keldothera. At least to Sylok, she was to blame for it. Regardless of her involvement or not, the emotions began to fester. Then in a dark moment of his own self reflection, Sylok heard his own words.

"She's my kill..."
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[Kiara Ayres]

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The Jedi obliged but looked up at her captor in surprise as she was suddenly pulled to her feet rather unexpectedly. She remained calm both for her own sake and for the sake of others who were still looking to her for comfort. There was little she could do for them at present but that was not for them to worry about.

She did not struggle against the being who grasped her arm and as she passed she transmitted a single telepathic message to her accompanying Jedi. "Aayla, remain calm." She attempted to offer both words of comfort and warning. They were being looked to at this time of stress so they needed to act with that in mind.

She hoped being brought into the heart of their territory could provide some assistance to the Jedi through knowledge gained of their enemy so she made a mental note of the structure of the facility among other potentially useful information.

Kiara stumbled into the drab room, giving it a thorough examination before her gaze fell on Sethrak . She held little respect for him but knew it was unwise to outright disrespect him for he held all the power now, even if she was armed.

The Grandmaster remained composed, hands clasped in front of her. She did not shy away from her captor, nor act to instigate him. Both knew of the information she possessed; information which could be devastating in the wrong hands.

"You've never been ones to take prisoners." She commented, her tone unwavering, unafraid.

 

[Osam]

Such a devastating thing kept in such a simple canister of glass and metal.

Osam outstretched his hand, pressing his palm against the silicate barrier, feeling as the chill of the glass seeped into his bared flesh. Such a thin line between solid and liquid... a thin line between the life and death of millions of human beings. He had been assured by all of the more scientifically-inclined Aeravalin that the serum had been completed... had been assured by the strategic and statistical assessments of an informal band of Vaydralen that releasing such a tool upon even a meager populace would be sufficient to spread the plague to a dozen worlds.

In his mind's eye, he could almost see the writhing figure of a Jedi Knight, hunched over as their intestines rebelled against them, as their hearts beat with staccato rhythms that could not be sustained, as their blood filled with poison and waste. In the few test subjects that had been secured from those taken captive by the Sraelvun for their fierce bloodsports, none had survived, but each had collapsed painfully once the secret viral payload had been revealed.

Countless humans and their alien kindred had fallen at his hands. He had been alive for fifteen years, and nearly all of it had been devoted to the pursuit of war after war after war. He'd spilled enough blood to drown in, but this was a different sort of attack than all of those that had come before. In the past, he had wielded a tool of war - a kukri, a carbine, a sidearm, claws - but the bubbling ooze now being kept away from his contaminating touch was not a weapon in the traditional sense. It could not be wielded. There would be no test of mutual strength, no assertion of who was stronger or weaker from its use.

This wasn't about the Tenants. It wasn't about the Bryn'adul - it wasn't about any of them, though their resources had been used to facilitate death unprecedented. They weren't upset about that outcome, of course, but so many of them had lobbied against his plan, so many had determined the acute absence of honor in his scheme.

It didn't matter. This vile machination was nothing more than vengeance. Hate stirred and boiling over until it had taken on chemical manifestation. Osam looked to his hand still pressed against the glass, remembered the touch of a stinging plasmatic blade, recalled the sensation of feeling his blood instantaneously cauterize in his body, of feeling his bone be severed by it belonged to meager poultry.

He recalled when it had happened again. He felt the sting of bullets and poison, he felt the experienced agony of explosions and crushing weights, of detriment and terror. He remembered the sense that had flooded him that he might die to the bio-engineered Xenophage that had been used against them on Sev Tok, of watching as it fell from the sky, as Anvil was rescued from the depredations of the Bryn'adul by little more than the heroism of bio-chemical warfare.

Here - so close that he could touch it was his vengeance. His symphonic response to a slew of increasingly radical actions on the part of the Silver Jedi Concord and her allies - music of screams and pain that would soothe his soul for a while.

Osam fixated on his plague, taking a step back to look upon the other canisters of it... one after another after another - in such quantity that the Crusade would never lack in the Humanophage.

The Warlord smiled.

 

[Sethrak]

Post: 2
Tag: Kiara Ayres

Sethrak stared his prisoner down as she was brought in. He respected her for her position as the leader of her kind, but he also saw her as inferior. She was weaker, and had even allowed herself to be captured from what he understood. Today she was nothing but a prisoner with information he wanted. As she was thrown in, Sethrak chose to allow her to speak first. In doing so he was allowing her to set the tone, for now at least. Would she insult him? Would she try to ask him a question? Maybe she would remain silent.

Her first words were a statement that posed a question. She had claimed, correctly so, that The Bryn were never ones to take prisoners. Sethrak chose his words carefully, sure to not give away the plan involving the new biological virus developed by Warlord Osam.

"We have decided to try a new approach." He paused, figuring out what words to say in their language, which he barely knew, "I know about your call for help to the one called Thurion. I did not stop it. Do you know why?" He didn't let her answer, "Because he can not help you."

Sethrak had not lied so far. He knew about her call for help prior to being called into the room. He also knew about her attempts to comfort Aayla, whom was to be interrogated by another. He hoped his words caused The Jedi a great deal of fear, which would hopefully make her reveal the information he wanted.

He continued, "Do you know why I allowed you to keep your weapon?"

He would let her answer this time, likely a "no", or more silence. Then he would explain that it was because he knew she was no threat to him. In doing so he would further project a sense of helplessness and doom to her. It was a long game, but one he knew would pay off in the end. Of course, if it didn't, he had many, many other methods of securing the information he wanted.......

 

[Gordrak]

Gordrak fixed his eyes on Aayla Shan as she spoke. She clearly had the bravado he had seen manifest in some of her species. It mattered nothing to him and it certainty wouldn't matter when she was brought before the others. He looked over his shoulder and gave a slight nod. Within a mere moment or two of making the gesture, an additional squad of guards entered. Sylok'Vanari had called for her and that, Gordrak surmised, would likely end up messy. So very, very messy. Turning back toward the female Jedi, Gordrak finally spoke.

" Lets see if you can keep that façade up after he gets done with you. "

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Gordrak spoke to her in fluent basic. A courtesy some would likely call it. Regardless of the truth, he said nothing more as the newly arrived guards took hold of her and lead her away. Turning his attention to the rest of imprisoned humans, he spoke once more.

" Go to the right side of the room if you were useful to your world before being captured. If you held a menial position or a trade of no consequence, go to the left side. Women and children stay in the middle between both groups. "

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Gordrak took a step forward and readied his weapon. As this occurred, the guards at his flanks did so as well. The truth was, this was going to be very tedious. He knew he had to make it clear that he would brook no dissent or resistance. To help drive this home, he fired a round into the nearest prisoner, killing them.

" Resist and your family dies. If you have no family, someone else loses theirs. You will not speak unless spoken to. Now do as I say. "

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A few tense moments passed by as the prisoners comprehended their orders. Several began to move quickly whilst others took longer. He knew they were weak from food and water deprivation which is why leniency was shown. As the people began to move into their makeshift groupings, Gordrak prepared for what came next. The useless would be culled alongside those too weak to move, the women, and their children. Some would be permitted to live as the ones calling the shots here had other uses for them. Those that survived would likely end up wishing they did not.

 

[Aayla Shan]

Though in pain, she stood straight, and looked square at them. Tactically, she had no chance. She began to plot it though. Even then, pooling the Force around her person; she had only ever once used the Force with an intent to kill, it was moments before she had met the Bryn'Adul who was in a different portion of the super-construct. Sylok'Vanari . She promised she would never do it again, but here she was wondering if she could hit one hard enough to kill him on contact... It was worth a shot. As they stepped forward her right foot slid back, and just as she tensed to move...

"Aayla, remain calm."

She hesitated then, seeing the sense of it. Without at the very least a saber, she was going to get herself killed. They would likely kill more innocents just to prove a point... She let the Force Energies dissipate from her form, allowing them to lead her away, and out the room; but not before throwing another jab.

"We will not abandon you! Do not show him fear, these cowards! feed on it!" She spat the last part out, turning back to the group of people, beaten, but fighting still. "Be strong, we will not abandon you!" Aayla repeated, being forced out of the room, and resigning to whatever came next. She wished she could've done more, but there was nothing else to do. She coughed once, still suffering from dehydration. Being knocked out for some time her body had lost most of its moisture before she had a moment to supplement it with the Force; and it wasn't at all a forte for her at that. Her skills related to stealth, and frontline combat. She wasn't prepared for a war of attrition.

That being said, these interrogations... They didn't make sense. She had read dozens of reports on the Bryn'Adul... They didn't take prisoners; they exterminated populaces. They had Kiara, so that MIGHT have explained it, but it didn't fit their M.O; why not just slaughter them all and move on? They couldn't possibly think they would be able to hold a ransom? There wasn't a sentient species from here to The Deep that would even remotely consider doing any sort of business with them, much less trading... They had to know that.

She wouldn't be used as a bargaining chip for the Bryn'Adul, that was for sure... No matter the cost.

When she arrived at her destination, and was shoved into the room, she fell to her knees; the fatigue hitting her. With one of her eyes still nearly swollen shut, she sniffled and looked up; spotting him then... She wouldn't forget that face until she shoved a lightsaber through it personally... Or unless it was the last face she saw in her life; the latter seemed all too likely the true course at this point...

And yet, how dare she spout off at the mouth like that earlier, to come in here and not smile, just as she did. Chuckling lightly...

"Sylok? Is that you... Good to see a friendly face" She joked, aware she was probably going to die; but uncaring. This Bryn'Adul had a harsh dose of reality coming if he thought she would give him the pleasure of watching her cower or beg... He'd have to bring his worst, and then some.

Kiara Ayres Gordrak Sethrak Osam Primeval Architect

 

[Kiara Ayres]

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The Jedi knew very well who was in control of the situation but remained calm and collected, hands clasped in front of her as though she was in a meeting like any other, gaze unwavering as she looked up at the being who stared her down. Fear from the other captives emanated around her but she remained a beacon of light within the mist of terror.

Despite her surprise at the information being passed to her, she showed no such expression on her face, instead portraying stoicism. She realised she truly had no secrets while prisoner of the Bryn'adul so she wondered how she would fare against their efforts to obtain information from her. She hoped that in her strength she would maintain the Concord's secrecy but she had already exposed weakness in her efforts to contact Thurion. She had also exposed his name.

"I wasn't calling for help. I was offering a warning." She replied. There was no point in being secretive about it now. He already had her cornered. It offered the dangerous warning that she could not lie about the information she gave her captors as they would be able to differentiate between true and false information. Now, her only chance was to withhold any information she could for as long as she could.

His following question was met with no response. She would not admit to being weaker than him, no matter what he believed or what angle he took. She was on their turf now and they both knew it but she was still a powerful Force user within her own right, even if he didn't believe her to be and even though the situation didn't allow for it.

 

[Sethrak]

Post: 3
Tag: Kiara Ayres

She knew. Any living creature would know the situation they were in if they were her. Even the most mindless animals knew when they were in another's territory, or when a pack of predators had them surrounded. It was a sixth sense, a way to sense danger, even without the Force. However, her correction of his interpretation of the message, and then her silence when he asked if she knew why he let her keep the weapons did nothing but irritate him.

She was clearly not going to comply, which meant he would have to make her. He had devised several plans to make her talk...most of them were not physical, though he would utilize them all if necessary.

"You know why, but I will explain anyways. You are alone. You are surrounded. Even if it were just us, I would allow you to keep the weapon, because you are nothing."

There was more to this insult. Sethrak hoped it would cut her like a knife, because his next words would be the salt on the wound.

"I am told you surrendered to save some of your civilians? Thova did not kill them, because you surrendered and it would be dishonorable." He paused, letting the Jedi realize what his next words would be, "I on the other hand have no problem killing them. They are dead." It was true, he had killed them in his earlier interrogations. His goal in revealing this information was simply to break The Grandmanster. If she fought him, he would beat her. If she lied, he would know. If she broke, she would tell him everything he needed to know, and that was what he planned to make happen.

If this didn't break her, the next move would, and if it didn't, the next. This could last all day, he didn't care. He was going to learn the information he wanted and he was going to be known as the Drael that broke The Grandmaster.

 

[Sylok'Vanari]

The door creaked open.

The silver metal grate on the back side quickly slamming behind his new subject. She looked beaten and bruised, but it was better than the outcome of his last insubordinate pest. Sylok sneered, the jagged ends of his teeth rising. His dry, white face scrunched tightly in the bridge of his nose as tiny indents hallowed out his jaw. The reaction was almost discernible, in lieu of his excitement. Truly, the Jedi Knight ( Aayla Shan ) was in the face of a monster. Sylok observed her as she lifted her head, the same scars from Charros IV still ingrained on the Jedi's face.

There was no doubt in him now. It was her; the one that got away.

The inner workings of his caved in ears twitched as the Knight spoke, the foreign language staining the air with utter disgust. Still, in order to understand her, he studied the heretical sounds and communicative practices of the lesser races, but only minimal amounts; given their conquest of war. The only words that he could makeup were enough to understand her sarcasm.

"Sylok? Is that you... Good to see a friendly face."

Aayla Shan 's voice held the disrespectful tone that Sylok had grown accustomed to. Many Jedi thought of the Drael as lesser in the capacity of the mind, but Aeravalin were more than capable. Their studies gave them understanding; gave them a sinister calming in the scientific truth behind themselves and others. For Sylok, it was a powerful tool; a necessity. Annoyingly enough, the Aeravalin knew when he needed assistance, this was one of those times. His eyes shifted from the Jedi Knight's scar, to another door on the opposite side of the room. He motioned with his hand, before the door ripped open.

"Shut up! Move.." Gul'drak's voice echoed, another captive strung up with chains and dry lips being tugged along into block thirty-three. "I hope you're right about this weaver..."

Gul'drak grunted, before pushing the human forward into the center of the room. He shifted his attention and proceeded to force Aayla Shan to sit in the one chair provided behind the lone wooden table. Sylok watched closely, making sure to pick up on any hints, that might gauge the Jedi's thoughts or emotions...but nothing. She was almost resonating a form of laggard care. Maybe, Sylok thought, she knew this meant death. It made the Weaver smile.

"Thank you, Gul'Drak. Keep another one prepared.."

Sylok felt the tool in his hand, it had been there from the start. A weird shaped syringe with crimson liquid, pooling together as he jostled it in his hand. He felt powerful, he felt anxious and excited. Most of all, he felt like the lingering reminder of Keldothera was staring back at him. She would soon pay, but first he had other plans. He waited till the side door slammed and lingered over to the measly human standing before Aayla Shan . Sylok's face twisted into an evil grin and as he stabbed the long needle into the neck of the prisoner, his chin rested on the human's shoulder. His eyes slowly watched the red liquid infiltrate the skin beneath, it began to surge upward toward the brain. Like daggers, the grey pools of stormy eyes switched to the Jedi Knight and his voice spat the one thing she didn't want to hear.

"Let us begin, Jedi."

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[Aayla Shan]

Aayla continued to kneel, staring straight ahead at him. Though she had shirked the weight of it just moments ago, she knew this was no joking situation. Aayla believed she was good at what she did, without question. Though, she wasn't sure she was this good. It was important to note that while she trusted fully in the Force; having seen, and utilized its wonders, she was also a realist. All being said, her current conundrum was the reason behind it all. Life or death. Sylok approached, and she tensed, being grabbed by the scruff of her neck, allowing herself to be maneuvered without so much as the slightest struggle. If there was an opportunity, she would take it. That was that.

For now, it was better to play possum.

She turned her head away in disgust as he spoke, she knew she wasn't to hate; but she hated the Bryn'Adul. A secret poison that had slowly creeped its way ahead of her strong dislike of the Sith... Well, she hated them too; Aayla's eyes narrowed on him, observing his movements. She had to be ready to fight if it came down to it, and wasn't keen on allowing him out of her sight, most especially when they flaunted their form, and current status so openly. They were so prideful that it was sickening, ignorant of her own pride at times, Aayla kept her mind closed to any reason, as if she expected to hear any.


The prisoner being brought in caused a very slight reaction. Whereas eyes had been laser focused on whatever she had her attention on, when the random individual was herded into the room with them, she glanced away faintly, eyes faltering off to some odd shape before moving back to the person is question. A warriors mindset quickly bringing semblance to what was likely to take place. It made her heart drop... And yet, with the sudden sulk of her features, she was prepared.

She turned back to Sylok, looking up at him with venomous Gray eyes; silver streaks visible within faintly. They seemed to shimmer at times, and simply fade at others.

"Let us begin, Jedi."

If it was just her, there would have been a snark response to follow; that was a guarantee. Though, it wasn't just her life in the balance. No, some innocent person as well was now dragged into it. She closed her eyes, bowing her head and began to meditate. Allowing herself to feel out into the Force in a centralized manner. Focusing on the room with great detail, and beyond that tempering her emotion for what was sure to be a trial... Maybe one of the hardest she had ever had too.

Suddenly, he had injected him with... Something. She tensed lightly, her concentration fading as she stared in shock and horror across the small way.

"What did you do to him?" She asked sternly, eyes moving from him, to focus upon one of the Bryn'Aduls latest victims, of which she was positive he wouldn't be the last... She just wasn't sure what kind of evil it was they were unleashing now... She would simply stare at Sylok wildly, as if expecting her question answered.

Sylok'Vanari

 

[Gordrak]

" Not fast enough, rats. "

​

Realistically speaking, Gordrak hadn't given the humans enough time to do much of anything let alone organize. In addition to the weak slowing down those somewhat stronger than themselves, some families objected to having to part from one another. It was an understandable sort of reaction given the circumstances. Gordrak fired into the throngs of civilians alongside the warriors at his flanks. They were entirely devoid of emotion as this occurred. Their prisoners were nothing more than vermin and the culling amounted to nothing more than a chore. Several volleys later and saw the Bryn ceased their slaughter. Gordrak spoke again, his voice rising over the screams.

" Move! Drag the weak if you must! "

​

As he ceased speaking, he could already see results. Fathers and mothers abandoned their families in a desperate ploy to keep those very families safe. People not emotionally burdened quickly sorted themselves out the best they could. Arguments broke out over who truly belonged where but quickly sorted themselves out. Those too weak from dehydration, starvation, sickness, or any mixture of the three were physically dragged into spots. Gordrak didn't doubt that the humans were likely taking shortcuts and believed that further sorting would be needed. That said, these makeshift groupings would suffice for now. As the humans went about organizing themselves, additional groups of Bryn'adul entered the room. They took up similar formations to Gordraks group and stood at the ready. The influx of fresh troops sent further ripples of fear throughout the assembled prisoners. All but one of them anyway.

" Monsters! You cannot break the Jedi....and you wont break us! "

​

Gordrak turned his heartless gaze toward the elderly man who had spoken up. He could immediately tell that the man had seen combat back in his day. The old man also swayed in place which told Gordrak he was likely delirious. It was difficult to tell if the situation had broken him mentally or if he had always been a bit 'off'. The old man stormed forward amidst the silent curses and baited breath of his fellow prisoners. Several of Gordraks warriors raised weapons but he had them hold their fire. Gordrak took several steps forward and came face to chest with the elderly man; an act that silenced him immediately. Baedurin were tall but Gordrak was taller than even them. He completely and utterly dwarfed this elderly fool. Gordrak grabbed the old man by the head with his left hand and lifted him into the air. He applied some pressure and the old man began to kick and cry out, his worn hands vainly tried to pry Gordraks grip open. The mans cries grew louder still and when it seemed like the man might just die, a voice cried out from the middle crowd.

" Grandpa! "

​

A mother quickly silenced the child who had spoken but the act had already damned them. Gordrak dropped the old man and motioned for the warrior on his right to restrain him. Gordrak then began to walk forward as the veritable sea of prisoners parted from that mother and her child. The look of absolute horror on her face confirmed what Gordrak had expected. She knew what was going to happen. The old man cried out for them but could only watch as Gordrak neared his family. A man from the left group rushed toward Gordrak hurriedly, pleas being made in a vain attempt to save his wife and child. Gordrak shot the man dead and continued his advance until finally reaching the mother and child. No words were said. No glances exchanged. A woman simply embraced her child as Gordrak raised his weapon. He made sure to look upon the people watching this tragedy unfold before turning his attention to the woman one final time.


After an agonizing few moments, a single shot rang out.

 

[Kiara Ayres]

​

Being a Master of the Jedi Order, she had had many years to learn the art of controlling her emotions. While she hadn't perfected it, she had become skilled at at least disguising her emotions, as shown by the lack of reaction in her body language and expression at Drael's insult which cut into her honour.

Within, there was a turbulent feeling rising. She was powerful, a skilled Force user and combatant with intelligence to match but none of it mattered now. All accomplishments were dwarfed in comparison when she knew she was powerless to help the people trapped here with her. His words did not deplete her confidence that she would be able to beat his captor in a one-to-one duel but it did highlight the unsettling fact that even if she did beat him it would mean nothing. It would not save those people and she was as good as nothing in the situation.

Kiara wasn't even in disbelief as he told of the fate of the civilians she had spared earlier. How could she be when this was their enemy's way? She had sank to a new level of disrespect for the Bryn'adul though. The tiny remnant of respect she had for sparing the civilians' lives earlier was gone and in its place was a feeling of contempt and anger.

It was a further reminder of the lack of power she held in the situation. He had very much enforced the feeling that she was of little use to the people she was supposed to protect. The thought pained her.

"Why did you gather all these people to bring them here? Do you kill for sport now?" She asked, bitterness gripping her tone.

"If you are going to use us for information and kill us then you might as well kill me now." Her tone steady, her words unafraid. The information she held potentially protected millions of souls. She had failed the people of Nal Hutta but no other planet had to go down with them.

Sethrak

 

[Sethrak]

Post: 4
Tag: Kiara Ayres

If his words had affected the Jedi, he couldn't tell. She was a master of restraint and discipline, traits that most Jedi had perfected. Instead, The Grandmaster Chose to remain defiant, claiming that The First Warlock should kill her immediately. Sethrak made no noise, no words, and no expression.

Instead he looked The Jedi in the eyes, contemplating what he should do next. He had made it clear that she had no hope. He had revealed that she was here in vain...those she had surrendered to save were dead. He had expected these two revelations to break her, or at least crack her mental shield. She was either hiding it or she was stronger than he expected.

Either way, more was needed, and he didn't want to physically attack her yet.....that would come later.

However he was unable to come up with much. It was easier to just start cutting off limbs. The Warlord decided to do something light. A taunt, something to make the Jedi realize she was not safe from harm, but not enough to kill or even disable her. The response would be interesting. Would she fight? Would she break as fear overtook her? Or maybe she would remain strong, though Sethrak found this unlikely.

He took a step toward her, striking toward her face with an open hand. It would hurt, it would leave a mark, and maybe it would knock her down, but she would survive. He hoped she would fight back. He could defeat her, and drive the mental knife into the wound of hopelessness.....

 

[Kiara Ayres]

​

Her questions fell on deaf ears but she was already formulating her own interpretation of the events that led to their capture regardless. The Bryn'adul were abhorrent and non-negotiable. That much they already knew but recent events had sank them to a new low. They truly held no care for honour - only destruction. They could not be reasoned with and every second of their existence threatened another soul in the galaxy.

The Grandmaster knew it was of vital importance that she not divulge any information which could cost people their lives. Her own life was out of her hands but millions of others were still on her head. There was still a small amount of hope that she could help save others even in her failure.

When he stepped towards her, she didn't step away. The violence of his action caused her to stumble and reach a hand out to the wall to steady herself. Her other hand reached up instinctively to her left cheek which was searing with pain and her expression was one of surprise.

It took a moment for her to compose herself, wondering what her next move should be. She didn't doubt her ability to defeat him in combat but she was trapped. This was a cage fight. There was no freedom to move, to utilise the environment, and it inhibited her. It was akin to a test of strength of which he would surely win.

Still, she wanted to show that she would sit by not allow herself to be beaten down. While still holding the wall with one hand and facing the other direction, she removed the hand from her cheek and pointed it in his direction, suddenly sending a shockwave through the Force, hoping to knock him back into the wall.

Sethrak

 

[Sethrak]

Post: 5
Tag: Kiara Ayres

Sethrak should have expected the move, but he had been foolish, and thus the blast threw him back against the wall. This enraged him but he would remain in control. Rage and fear were allies when used properly. It was likely an instinctive move by The Jedi. Surely she wasn't foolish enough to try and fight him.

He growled, his eyes turning darker as he embraced and manipulated his anger. He took a few steps toward The Jedi, his right arm surrounded by a constant, sparking stream of lightning that danced from his fingertips to his elbow and back. "If you want to die, I will satisfy your wish. But you will give me what I want to know first."

He thrusted his arm toward her as if throwing a ball underhanded. With this action, a blast of lightning shot off his arm, toward The Grandmaster. She could probably dodge it, being a Jedi, but if she didn't the result would be a searing pain. He had been careful to not shoot a lethal amount. It shouldn't even knock her out, but there was a possibility, if she was weak. He assumed she wouldn't, the push had been strong and she was resisting his efforts with ease so far...or so it seemed....