Thar be torture lad... pirate style!

[Sempra the Hutt]

The white palace third dome held the elevator leading to the cellar levels. The lift was driven by old thick chains causing the cage to rustle and groin as it lowered itself slowly. The modern speedy elevators were not being installed in the palace with its ancient roots from a time long forgotten.

The cage hit the ground with a sound cracking noise and as two heavy gamorean pulled the gates open by hand power the leader of the hutt cartel and his closest advisors, the cyborg admiral and the spice king of Kessel, along with Sempra's two most trusted body guards, mr Tiali and Ms Ky, made their way into a (for a hutt) narrow passage. The walls were littered with cell doors and poorly functioning lights.
Sempra had not made much effort in refurnishing this section of the palace since the take over from the Weequay Queen and her tribe all that time ago.

He recalled that triumphant day with joy n his heart and he remembered each and everyone who had taken part in the operation. One of those especially ruthless men who had taken up his offer to attack the weequay was the pirate [member="Thraxis"]

Passing through the corridors screams of agony and shouts of despair rolled over them, only to be empowered with cruel gamorean whiplashes.

As they entered into a larger area of the underground a terrible sight spread out before them. The white palace had its name because of its exterior apperance, these chambers would rather be called something darker. The menacing machines and tools spread out were clear indicators that in this area only suffering was important.

Sempra turned to those following.

"My beloved friends - behold the deepest hole of the white palace. This is a long overdue section of our operations that I now wish to see restored to its former glory. It must no longer only be used as a pen by my gamorean guards."" Sempra spoke and growled at a nearby gamorean who covered behind his axe, terrified of their masters sign of contempt.

"Mr [member="Thraxis"] - I hear you are most proffecient in the arts of pain. Are you willing to confirm this?" he hissed at the pirate with a a sly grin playing across his wide maw.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Tiali Orazio"] [member="Ashalah Ky"]

 

[Thraxis]

As Thraxis walked behind Sempra he trailed behind the rest, Thraxis knew that these were some of the more notorious and trusted of Sempra's group. He had never been invited to go with him, and was somewhat curious as to the prospect that would cause the Hutt to take him with his fine assortment of thugs and criminals. Though he liked to think as them as prospective workers.

As he walked through he gazed in bewilderment at the surrounding area, he never really went much further then the bar or to consort with his comrades. Though he saw the Gamoreans that wandered about, and was amazed at the state it was in, though he passed it as off as nothing more then a neglected zone.

As Sempra turned Thraxis just listened contently. He had no plans of speaking out of turn, especially when everyone around here valued there position in the Cartel more so then they would a position in the Jackals. Though when the hutt talked to himself and the words that dripped from his mouth, Thraxis could do nothing more then meet his grin with one of his own, though his quickly mimicked, it started to morph, becoming sadistic, his teeth being shown though his hair falling just in front of his eyes as they grew vacant. He had never been asked something like this before and Thraxis knew that he had to make a good first impression at this inquiry, "Well... I wouldn't say I am proficient. But I got some ideas, and on top of that I have something more. I have few aspirations Sempra. But one I do have is to make sure that I become well known as a Torturer. And on top of that I want to make the Sith themselves feel fear at the prospect of being contorted in my hands." Thraxis asserted, his head wanted to fall as it normally does when he feels this joy, though he kept his head held high to show his respect to Sempra and forced his mouth to nor split open and break out in laughter, but instead made himself only have the slightest chuckle as an undertone to his words.
[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Sempra narrowed his eyes and loomed over the human with the mad grin.

Perfect, he is chaotic enough. Just as I was told.
Sempra hummed some and waved his flobby hand in the air.
"You will earn fame and glory as my personal interrogator for sure. Worlds of opportunities lie at your feet if you perform well ;r [member="Thraxis"] - but I have not seen your handiwork in person as of yet."

Sempra slithered further into the room. His entourage spread out, either interested in observing or finding reasons to depart elsewhere for the time being.

As Sempra grinned he got closer to one of the gamorean standing there. The pig faced creature squirmed itself in the presence of his overlord.
"Delightful fear, mr Thraxis. That is how I have chosen to describe my gamorean guards most precious trait." he spoke and moved to the next ones who started to groint in excitment at the hutts near presence.

"My torturer must not only perform a work of art in his profession but also handle and train my gamorean torturers, so that we can expand our business, and keep the shop open twentyfour hours per day." he let out with his arms and returned from his little walk to [member="Thraxis"]

"But the Gamoreans will only respect ne who can beat them in their own game Mr Thraxis. Therefore, to lead them you must show them that you can bring an incredible amount of pain to one of your choosing. His brethren will subdue the one you select and place it upon the device of your choosing." Sempra showed at the gamoreans standing around the room.
As the realization of what was about to happen a loud grointing and squeeling started to spread across them. They backed up with horrified eyes at the same time as their bodies held a fascination about pain that lured them to want to stay, some would even say that part of them wanted to be the chosen one.

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Ashalah Ky]

Ashalah watched all this happen, an almost bored look on her face. So Sempra had taken her and Tiali down here, then only focused on Thraxis. Which was all fine and dandy, but Ashalah didn't quite get it. Why were they there? Did Sempra really expect someone to attack him in his own palace, in the disgusting underbelly of said palace? Was he paranoid then?

A smirk appeared on Ashalah's face when Thraxis was asked to pick who to torture. The Gamorreans squealed in protest and fear, but Ash knew the ways of the Hutt too well. One of them, no matter the protests made, would be tortured and it would be pleasant to watch. She was sure Thraxis, with his ever-cynical grin over there, would have the most fun out of anyone here.

[member="Thraxis"]
[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis face had continued to grow more maniacal and manevolent as time went on, each word Sempra said sent another shiver of joy down his back, and as he was given the opportunity to do what he pleased, he had to think quickly. He looked around, nothing here was familiar to him, though they were all equipment he had never used except a single tool that he knew how to use. A whip. It was stained with blood and Thraxis knew all too well that this alone would not teach the Gamorrean fear. But a little extra incentive would.

He walked up and grabbed the whip, cracking it against the floor as he walked. The Gamorrean seemed unimpressed at his choice, as Thraxis would be too. "I want the biggest one here. Right in front of me and I need him subdued." he said, a mix of authoritative control and demented joy filled his words, and that chuckle still rang as an undertone. Soon he saw the pig-men grab the largest of the lot, and was he large. He stood a solid 2.3 meters tall, far higher then any run of the mill guard, and to show his hide was tough and hardened from what he assumed was rough housing amongst the pigs. "Guards. I said I wanted him subdued!" he yelled once more, clearly they misheard him or simply refused to understand what he wanted.

Soon the guards had pounced and the ape of a guard simply smirked, "Wha? Pinky thinkern li' whip gonna hert me?" it said with a grunted pig like bark. As those words left another crack of the whip was let loose, "Now tear out his horns and teeth!" he demanded, both those who were not subdued and the ape of a pig looked shocked, and it soon started to grunt as its kin started to grab and pull at its horns and teeth. Its piggish voice of pain would scream throughout the room, echoing in the neglected areas that it lived in. Blood spatter would be pooling all around, and once they had finished and it was left a sobbing mess Thraxis made another order. "Cauterize the wounds. We don't want him bleeding out." he demanded as he started to gather the teeth and horns and started t tie them up onto the whip, taking off the metal tips to allow the horns and teeth to lie atop them.

After a few minutes of heating steel he saw the guards rush back as they went to cauterize the wounds, were its horns once stood were now nothing more then empty sockets coated with a layer of scabbed pig skin. Huh... smell like pork when there cooked. Gonna have to remember that I suppose. After a few minutes of letting the pig rest Thraxis just looked to him and started to crack the whip a few times to watch in joy as he saw the gammorean cringe at every beat of the whip. Though to his dismay, hecould not indulge to long. As soon he started his routine, a smirk grew over his face, as he started to smash the whip against where his horns use to be, watching as the newly adorned whip crashed into the pigs skin. "Now everyone, if you wanna be a good torturer, a good way to do it is to use your toys body against them. Really make them understand that their body is your plaything." he said, taking grunted groans as he let the whip crack against the pigs skin and watched as pieces of its hide were tugged off of the skin, its own horns slowly peeling it away to reveal what was underneath, nothing more then a flesh, no tough hide to keep it safe, nothing there except its raw back.
[member="Sempra the Hutt"]
[member="Ashalah Ky"]

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Having laid his hands on his belly and found a relaxed position in preperation to enjoy the show Sempra was at first not impressed.
But he sensed the build up and the panic mixed with anticipation as the act started to unfold. [member="Thraxis"] was showing his true face, a twisted and ruthless aspect that confirmed to the hutt what he had been told.

He wondered if he would stop, perhaps he expected Sempra to hinder his work. There would not be any such interruptions. The gamoreans fate was with the whim of the torturer.

Sempra merely kept watch through his cold reptilian eyes.

 

[Thraxis]

After a few minutes of cracking the whip and watching as pieces of flesh were torn from the Gamorrean, he stopped for a breather and used the time to collect his thoughts. After those few moments he rose his voice in an authoritative voice, "Now Stand up." he said flatly, there was little emotion in his voice when it came to commanding. It was better to remain empty when speaking to his inferiors.

As the pig man stood up, its entire body shaked, as if wanting to crumble in his betters presence, but knowing better then to fall to his knees. "Now take this whip. I want you to give every single one of your kin here twenty lashings. Any who do not take them. Then they are to be executed on the spot." he said to the once powerful Gamorrean, its eyes were mixed with confusion and rage as it was granted the whip. Though it had learned submission to Thraxis and followed his orders. A few of his kins tried to fight back, but were quickly removed from Thraxis presence and the world of the living by a series of his Blasters bolts into their eyes."If you flee this service. Then you flee the Cartel, and by extension, you dishonor the Mighty Sempra." and with those words uttered they stood in line, each one almost seeming proud to take the whiplash from there kin. Though he saw in everyone of there eyes one thing, to difffrent degrees they were angry and wanted to get revenge.

"Now then. All of yous who endured the whips congratulations. You all have a mix of fear and anger now in your eyes. This is the price you would pay to be a torturer. Once you have had your first victim you can never believe you are truly safe, for there kin may chase after you. With frivolous notions of revenge and a look of blood lust in there eyes." it was a lackluster speech, one of the poorer ones he had ever mustered, but he was not there to impress them at this stage. He wanted each one of these guards to know the hardships of a torturer, how there will always be someone chasing after your hide to give unto you the same punishment in ten fold.
[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Sempra nodde at [member="Thraxis"] words. He had done well and was not dissapointing at all. Glancing around the subterrenian torture level he felt a sting of hope. Maybe the fear of the white palace tratment of enemies could be resurected after all.

"Bravo mr [member="Thraxis"] - your gift brings hope hope to this tender old soul." Sempra stated with a smile.

"This will be your domain mr [member="Thraxis"] , I will invest in whatever is necessary and you shall keep your hands bloodied for the glory of the hutt cartel! Let it be known that [member="Thraxis"] is the cartels chief torturer from here on!"

The announcement was that of his will, but he knew there was enough support around this support around this man that no further backing was becessary.

 

[Volo Pentag]

Volo stood there next to Ash Clapping his hands together, almost shedding a tear under his helmet. His little Thraxis is growing up, What a wonderful thing. he thinks this even when Thraxis begins to torture the Gamorrean.

(sorry about the shortness Jadein but it gets the point through )

[member="Thraxis"]