The Sins of the Teacher, The Failure of the Student

[Kuryr]

Privateer-class Frigate Raptor

It had been several days since leaving Ziost, the aftermath had been rough for both Kuryr and his captive. She was wounded nearly as much as he was and he wanted to ensure that she was at full health before he continued. He had kept her drugged for the first couple of days, she spent it inside of a bacta tank as it was so she wouldn't have been trouble either way. Once his medical droids had cleared her bill of health she had been transferred to a small room. It wasn't anything special, just a room with a bed a small table and two chairs, all bolted down. He wanted her comfortable but not armed. She had been given clean clothes to wear, nothing fancy, just simple undergarments and a shipsuit, as well as a pair of sturdy boots. A Force Containment Collar was locked tightly around her neck. The bed was soft and the coverings were spun from the finest material.

Kuryr watched his captive from the small guard station at the end of the cell block. He wanted her to be comfortable, but still a prisoner, everything after that was up to her. She was in control of her destiny, he just hadn't given her the options yet.

[member="Chastity Lunelle"]

 

[Chastity Lunelle]

Her consciousness came back in stages. First, she was aware of a dizzy, floating feeling, paired with the sickly-sweet smell of Bacta, filling her nostrils and lungs. Slow moments of lucidity returned, along with a nagging headache, but in the Padawan’s field of vision only bits and pieces of her environment lay. A fragment of ceiling lights. A bed with cotton sheets. The cold metal claws of a medical droid dressing her in undergarments. Then, simply black spots of nothing.

Finally reality returned, but it wasn’t the reality that was safe and familiar to Chastity. The peaceful and sunny grounds of the Jedi temple on Voss were light years away, as was the room she shared with Connor Harrison. The events of Ziost came flooding back to her, and she sprang up, her fingers clutching at the sheets, gasping for air as if buried alive in her own thoughts. Whatever rations the slaver had given her threatened to come back up, and she fought the feeling for a few painful minutes until her stomach settled.

Shakily she swung her feet to the floor and stood up. She walked the small room, examining the sparse furnishings, the oddly bolted-down furniture. The suffocating, circulated air in her cabin made it obvious that she was on a ship. She wondered if she could sense anything with-

Chastity's attempt to use the Force only resulted in another terrible wave of nausea. Gagging, the Padawan held her tender stomach and sat back down on the bed. Bad idea, Chast. Her hand shot up to her throat, and curiously, she felt around at a clunky collar that hung around her neck, a cruel reminder of how little choice she had in her fate. Fighting back tears, Chastity crawled back on the bed and hugged her knees to her chest, willing the nightmare to disappear.

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[Kuryr]

He watched on the nolo screen as she woke up and reacted to her situation. He wanted to feel sorry for her, but she was her own worst enemy. She had decided to believe the lies, he just had to explain to her that it was in fact just lies. He took the small tray of food that was sitting on the table and walked towards the cell she was in. He was still recovering from his wounds, his face was healed, but the skin on his cheek was raw still and his nose was a bit swollen still.

He had decided that he wouldn't wear his armor, instead he wore a pair of Republic officer's pants, the dark blue legs had a gold stripe down the side, the freshly pressed grey shirt was formal yet plain. His boots were polished to a mirror shine and he had his usual cigarra in his mouth. He tapped the code into the door's panel and it slid open with a soft hiss. He saw her sitting on the bed, curled up with her knees up to her chest and stopped for a second. He wanted to give her a good look at him, so that she could see that he was unarmed and had food, not that he thought it would matter. As soon as he stepped into the room the door closed behind him. He took a step into the room and placed the tray of fresh fruits on the small table and he sat in one of the chairs. " You must be hungry, please eat." He motioned to the chair across from him.

"What is your name?" He asked in a neutral tone. He almost seemed like a totally different person that the last time that they had met. He leaned back in his chair and took a puff of the cigarra. They had a lot to talk about, things she needed to know, truths she had to be told that that were lies. She had spirit, she had shown him that in their fight. She just needed to be pushed properly, and not coddled like she had been

[member="Chastity Lunelle"]

 

[Chastity Lunelle]

When the door hissed open, Chastity raised her gaze enough to peek up over her bent knees. The sight of the slaver made every muscle pull tightly inward, as if she would shrink into herself. The alien wore not the impenetrable armor of the battlefield, but casual clothes. With the cigarra hanging from his scaly lips, he could be a pilot or someone's dad. It was a disarming sight to see the monster look so everyday. Despite his dress, and his lack of weaponry, the slaver's presence filled her with a cold, dull dread. She couldn't forget the electric crackle of his shock whip, and the kick to her face as she lay on the floor of the Citadel. The Citadel. Connor Harrison. Her heart felt crushed at the thought that she might never see the Jedi Master again. The most sickening thing of all, her own failure made it so.

The alien put down a tray of fruits for her, then sat opposite her bed. In a surprisingly gentle tone, he asked her what her name was.

"Chastity Lunelle," said the trembling Padawan. If there was a reason to lie to him about her name, she wasn't aware of it.

The fruit was eyed, but not eaten. Chastity did not trust it, nor him. She made no move from her folded position, and although her silver eyes were locked on his, she kept her head down. A minute amount of youthful courage surfaced as a question came.

"Where the fecking hell am I?"

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[Kuryr]

He watched her as she red the food but she didn't move from her spot on the bed. He had enjoyed her confusion as he had entered the room. He was quite a different person when he was out of his armor. Oh he was still a deadly pirate that would kill on the spot if needed, but he was more likely to talk than to fight when he was out of his armor. "That's a very lovely name." He said with a smile. Remaining calm was important, he wanted her to be able to understand the situation clearly and have the chance to fully understand his options.

"You are on my flagship the Raptor. We are currently en route to my base of operations deep within the Tingel Arm." He figured he would answer the next questions he was sure to answer as well. "You are wondering why you are here. You lost the fight and I said that I would collar you if you did, I am a man of my word. However my original plan was to send you to my club on Balosar and just use you as an exotic dancer there, but you impressed me with your passion. At least when you used it. You spent much of the fight trying to decide if you should fight me or if you should run" he pulled out the cigarra and blew out a thick cloud of smoke.

He let his words hang in the air almost as long as the smoke before he continued, "Your master came to your rescue. To late to change the outcome of things, as you can see. Oh how he postured and threatened, but he didn't stop me from taking you." He sat there and leaned back in the chair. "He wanted to though, but he watched as I walked away, lightsaber in hand. He was quite upset, I think that maybe it's his fault that you are here, what do you think?" His question was whimsical, he knew the answer already, he had seen it in he eyes of the other man, but he wanted her to make the connection as well. Once the seeds of doubt were planted it wouldn't take long for them to grow

 

[Chastity Lunelle]

Chastity nervously twisted a lock of her hair as she studied her captor. Despite his sharp canines, his smile was gentle. And confounding. Why was the alien being so nice to her? Don't trust it, Chast. That is the smile the fox gives the cornered nuna. The Padawan began to call upon the Force again, a natural reflex, ingrained in her from her training on Voss. As a result, spindly needles pierced her neck, and the sickening chemicals followed. Chastity's face turned a pale green. Don't puke. Don't puke. Don't puke.

When she stopped using the Force, the feeling passed, and Chastity put two and two together. A sob threatened to escape her lips. Without the Force she was practically helpless. Or was she? With a glare in her blue-grey eyes, Chast listened to the pirate answer her question. Tingel Arm. His club on Balosar. Exotic dancing. Panic clawed at her brain, and she found it hard to concentrate on the details. Her attention finally snapped back into focus at the mention of her Master. Connor had come to save her! Then the monster blamed him for her fate. Her eyes narrowed to almost a squint, lips turned down in a scowl. Oh, how she wanted to scream at him or punch him or fling something across the room, preferably using the Force, but the young woman only hugged her knees more tightly. Regardless, she would not let this schutta put her lover down.

"I think you're full of it," Chastity said through gritted teeth. "My Master taught me well. I am here because I failed, not he. Unfortunately, I am not the warrior he thought I was, but that is not his fault." She sighed, upset at herself for even humoring the creature with an honest response to his line of questioning.

"Whatever you're going to do to me, I suggest you just get it over with."

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[Kuryr]

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Her words were filled with anger and passion, much like glimpses she had shown when they were fighting. It was just a glimpse though, she was little more than a scared child, sure she was trained but was she trained properly, pushed to the limit like she should have been, or was she coddled and caressed and told lies. Lies that both student and teacher both believed and allowed to become a truth, those words she spoke noe were that lie made truth.

He chuckles lightly before be began, "Such fire inside of you, coming to the defense of your mentor so quickly. Ready to throw yourself on the fire and take the blame, but the truth is you were not prepared for what happened, you should have never been left alone to lead men in battle. You were trained but you were not tested, in that your master " He spat the word out, almost as if it were vile even to say. " Let you down. His own inability to save you proves it. He was content with letting me take you as a spoil of war, than to stop me for my actions that day. His personal attachment to you clouded him from the facts. You were not pushed hard enough in training, not given the chance to truly fail so that you could learn from that failure." His yellow eyes bore a hole through her as he leaned on the table. He watched and waited for a moment while his words sank in. He puffed lightly on the cigarra, content to allow her to put the pieces together.

"Perhaps you defend him so vigorously because there is more to it than just a master and a student. You blame yourself for his failures because you care too much for him to accept that he didn't push you when he should have. He protected you from the harshest lessons that training provides, but it comes at a cost. He is paying for it now, and so are you. And you sit there and take the blame fully, had you shown half of that passion in our fight, you may have won, and all of your men would still be alive."

He picked up a single slice of Uji fruit from the tray and held it up and inspected it. " I really do wish you would eat, these are fresh and they will make you feel better. You've been asleep for days and your body needs the energy." She eyes him definitely and he just smiled and pulled the cigarra from his mouth and placed the slice of fruit on his tongue, savoring the flavor a moment before swallowing it. " Your fate is in your hands. You have impressed me greatly. To let someone with your talent rot in some club would be a crime. I offer you the choice, you can agree to allow me to unlock your potential fully, in which case you will pledge yourself to me fully"

He placed the cigarra back into his mouth and puffed on it for a moment. " OR, you can continue to be the spoiled jedi whelp that I defeated on Ziost, in which case you will stay at the end of my leash and perform tricks on command."

[member="Chastity Lunelle"]

 

[Chastity Lunelle]

As the slaver spit out his ugly words, Chastity remembered what Connor had said to her a few days before they landed on Ziost. He told her that if things ever looked dark, to open herself to the Force, and it would help her find the confidence to endure. What if she was closed off to the Force, like now? Confidence or lack of it had always been her Achilles' heel, and she wasn't sure if she could find it within.

His accusations hit a nerve and made her angry enough for a defiant retort. "My Master did the best he could with my training! Just look at how I bloodied you! And he was not content to let me your spoils. He would have saved me if he could."

She was about to continue her indignant defense, when his revelation about the fate of her men stopped her cold.

"The Antarian Rangers...my men...are all dead?"

Chastity's hands shot up to her eyes, covering them, as tears streamed down her cheeks. The Padawan had let them all down. Connor. The Antarian Rangers he left in her care. Their families, too. Sickened with guilt, her body convulsed with sobs.

With his smoke fouling the air, the slaver declared that he wanted to "unlock" her potential. Ha, fat chance.

"Pledge myself to you?" she hissed. "You want to replace my Master? You're not even half the man that he is."

Chastity drew back a glob of saliva and launched a projectile of spittle at him, aiming right for one of his yellow beady eyes.

"Go to hell."

[member="Kuryr"]

 

[Kuryr]

She was crushed, but there was still that spark(finn) of defiance in her. She was going to fight until she was worn out. "He did the best he could? Do you even believe those words? You are soft, he has given you too much, and made you earn nothing. You struggled with nothing. It's not your failing, one day you will see it." He was hoping that the fight in her would be more sensible, but he didn't expect her to just roll over and give up. she had fire in side of her and she was going to flare up like a phoenix before this was over.

He frowned at mention of her men, he did feel sorry for having to kill them, they could have been great on their own, instead. "Yes I killed them, cut off all of their heads with your lightsaber. I told you that if you surrendered they would live, you chose to fight me, making their lives forfeit. The real shame is that you were far from ready to make a decision like that, and yet there you were. Commanding men that should have been granted the chance to serve under a true leader, not some spoiled brat."

She was deflated by the revelation but the spark was still there, she looked up in shock and rage and spit at him. He didn't move as it smacked into his still slightly raw cheek. He wanted to smile, the fire that burned inside of her would become an inferno before he was done, it would burn all of the false pride that had been given to her by her former master. She would spend the next few weeks thinking on the choices she made, but she would do so in his terms. " Very well, you have made your choice. Understand that I am a man of my word so when I tell you that we will revisit this topic again, I do mean it. Your arrogance gets the better of you, perhaps spending a few weeks as entertainment will help you to see more clearly" He pulled a small comm unit out of his pocket and sighed. "Bellatrix, would you come in here please."

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[Chastity Lunelle]

He cut off their heads?! And with her lightsaber! What a loathsome way to die. Chastity felt another wave of nausea hit her. The Padawan doubled over and retched on the floor, clutching at her midsection. Like a ghost passing through her, she felt an icy cold despair. How could she live with herself after knowing what had happened to those men? Chastity hung there for a few minutes, her hair a limp curtain around her face, then raised her gaze to his.

Even the sight of her spittle streaming down the slaver's cheek did not give her the flush of satisfaction that she had hoped it would. She was a pathetic failure, and nothing could change that. He called her a spoiled brat, and the words stung worse than his shock whip. Maybe he was right about that, but there was still one thing he was very wrong about.

"Those men are dead because of me, that's true." she protested. "A real warrior owns up to her own mistakes. My Master is not to fething blame for any of it!"

Her breaths coming in quick gulps, the Padawan shed a fresh round of frustrated tears. As the slaver called someone on his commlink, she nearly launched herself at him, but something held her back. Self-preservation, perhaps? Whatever it was, it told her that her impulsive actions would only result in more physical injuries, so she simply sobbed quietly on the bed with her head in her hands, begging the souls of the Sanctum's murdered rangers for forgiveness.

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[Armand Temi]

Bellatrix heard Kuryr's order and promptly came into the room where the new slave was being kept. Always comparing, the half-Chiss dancer examined this crew member's furnishings. The bed appeared to be a little nicer than the one she had been given when she was sold to the Blood Pact. It figures, she thought. This little one was a perfect human specimen and would fetch a high price on the galaxy market. While Bellatrix was exotic, a mixed race alien was much less in demand. Especially without Twi'lek or Zeltron blood.

Disapprovingly, she looked down at the floor and noticed that the padawan had emptied the contents of her stomach. The girl was distraught, but Bellatrix stood impassively watching, making no move to console her.

"You will clean that after I'm done dressing you," she said. "And you can leave now lizard-monkey." She waved at Kuryr dismissively. If anything she was going to show off a little that their master tolerated her pet name for him, even if he found it disparaging. Maybe he would stay to watch; maybe he wouldn't.

"I should really put you in a garbage sack," hissed Bellatrix. "You don't deserve to wear any of these. They used to be mine."

With slender blue fingers, she pulled out three outfits, all which appeared to be made out of the least amount of material possible. After holding each of them up and inspecting them, she finally said, "I think this one will do." She handed Chastity Lunelle, a kind of gold, metal halter top and chain-mail skirt.

Spoiler

"Pretty," she said. "But I don't need to wear it anymore. My role is different now," she said her orange eyes, glittering.

She clapped her hands at the padawan. "Come now. Dress!" Bellatrix commanded. While she had promised herself not to be as devilish as Chukka, the half-Chiss slave did relish her new role. Kuryr trusted her to indoctrinate someone else, and this was truly a step up from the entertainment Bellatrix had been herself for a few months.

[member="Kuryr"] [member="Chastity Lunelle"]

 

[Kuryr]

His little jedi brat was falling apart in front of him, the truth if the death of others hurt her more than the fear of her own death. And then she vomited everywhere. He didn't move at all while she emptied her stomach onto the floor, there was a good chance she was going to go into shock from the situation. She had chosen this path and there was going to be a lot more pain in her future before they had finished walking it. The door opened and Bellatrix walked in and began barking at the new slave. He smiled at the harsh way she was acting, it was exactly as planned. Bellatrix wasn't a cruel person, but she had been tormented by Chuka enough that she would happily enjoy the reversal of roles that came with breaking his newest toy.

He chuckled a bit as Bella barked orders, he raised an eyebrow at her insult of him but let it slide, he knew what a powerplay was, and he knew that Bellatrix was establishing a pecking order for the two of them " I approve of your choice Bellatrix. I will be waiting in the mess hall. I do believe we will show off our newest guest." He chuckled as he opened the door and left.

He puffed on his cigarra as he made his way to the mess hall. It was larger than some ships, mostly because he usually had more mouths to feed. Between crew and slaves it was always busy. The room was different than most ship mess halls. It was far from organized and the tables were arranged in a loose semi circle, with his throne like chair along one of the shorter walls. There was a small space off to one side with a polished durasteel bench. He nodded to the few crew members that happened to be in there, one of the kitchen staff came out and handed him a large mug of beer. With a smile he dropped into his seat and watched as two of his pirates argued and began throwing punches.

[member="Bellatrix Celvina"] [member="Chastity Lunelle"]

 

[Chastity Lunelle]

A quiet sniffle came as Chastity turned her head to the door. A tattooed, blue-skinned woman entered the room, and from her antenapalps, she looked to be part Balosar. The Padawan warily regarded her with her silver eyes. The woman began to bark orders at Chastity and after going through a few outfits that looked better suited for the beach than a cantina, the Balosar shoved a skimpy gold outfit into the Padawan's hands. Lips turned down in a frustrated pout, Chastity held the garments gingerly as if they were tainted.

Blue hands were clapped in her face, startling her. She didn't want to get dressed in front of an audience, but thankfully the slaver left the room, the smoke from his cigarra trailing after him. Left alone with the thin, blue hussy, Chastity sighed. She rose to her feet, carefully stepping over the puddle of vomit, and turned away from the other woman with a huff.

Once she stepped into the outfit, she realized that sadly the clothing covered much less than she imagined. The Balosar, apparently named Bellatrix, was thinner than Chastity, and the outfit hugged the Padawan's form too tightly in places. The gold baubles that made up the outfit's top, if you could call it that, would not stay in place over her curves, and Chastity kept nervously fiddling with them.

Finally, she wrangled the outfit into some semblance of decency, and with a frown, stood before the Balosar, balking like a stubborn mule.

"Were you his slave once, Bellatrix?" she asked, wondering if she could appeal to the woman's empathy. From the looks of the woman, it seemed possible that any feelings she once possessed had been beaten out of her, but Chastity felt was it worth a shot if she could make a friend on this horrendous ship.

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[Armand Temi]

Bellatrix stepped back and leaned against the wall, watching the new slave get dressed. Once the girl had straightened the dancing garment so that it covered as much of her body as possible, the half-Chiss came over and more gently reached out her hands to pull a couple of the gold discs down where they should be. She entangled a strap at the padawan's shoulder. Her antennapalps twitched towards Chastity, trying to pick up the emotions of the other girl. Bella found that she was still enraged but beginning to calm as the fellow slave moved back again.

Out of the pocket of her own revealing outfit, she pulled out a death stick. With blue fingers she placed it in her mouth, but before lighting it, looked up at Chastity and asked, "Do you want one? I have more…"

This was said with some hesitation as she didn't really like sharing her supply. But if it would relax the girl for what was in store later, then Bellatrix didn't mind offering her one. Her antennapalps turned outward, and she finally answered the question posed with a soft chuckle. "I'm still his slave."

The half-Chiss shrugged but became aware that this was the first time she, as a Sith Acolyte, was facing a Jedi. She could hear Darth Pyrrhus's voice in her head, urging her to allow this moment to mean something. To dominate the girl or harm her somehow so she would know her place.

But with spice taking the edge off of her own constant discomfort, Bellatrix only said. "I don't know anything else. I've been a slave since the age of fifteen, maybe sixteen?"

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[Chastity Lunelle]

When the Balosar offered Chastity a deathstick, she shook her head vehemently. Chastity had never tried spice or any other mind-altering substances, and she wasn't about to start now. Especially not with a Force suppression collar around her neck and dressed in an outfit which should have come with a morning after pill.

"I've never done any drugs," she admitted. Was that the expression? Did one "do" a deathstick? It didn't really matter. She only needed to keep the other woman talking long enough to stall whatever bad thing she was about to be made to do.

"Don't you ever wish for your freedom, Bella?" she asked. The Padawan's face was pained with compassion for the poor strung-out creature. Maybe the two of them could escape together? Of course, escaping would mean that the Balosar would lose her obviously never-ending drug supply. Sadly, it seemed like Bella was a slave in more ways than one. Watching the pink smoke curl from the woman's blue lips, Chastity wrinkled her nose at the acrid aroma.

"What is he going to make me do?" she asked, shifting from one bare foot to the other nervously.

[member="Bellatrix Celvina"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Bellatrix shrugged when the padawan declined her offer of spice. “Suit yourself,” she said, blowing out a curl of smoke, which snaked lazily up to the vent of the ship. She rubbed at her eyes, smearing her eyeliner, the affect of the death stick filling her briefly with euphoria that passed too quickly. I’ll be chasing that high all day, she thought. The girl’s question about slavery broke through her thoughts.

With a long, strained sigh, she answered, “Sometimes. Kuryr says I can earn my freedom someday. But I don’t know if I believe him.” She crushed the death stick out right on the floor and then glanced back up at Chastity, smirking as if to say you’ll need to clean that up too.

“I honestly don’t know what the lizard-monkey has in store for you.” Bellatrix scanned the girl who was nearly the same age as her if not a little younger. Based on the padawan’s body language she was absolutely certain that being captured, harassed and stuffed into a chain metal bikini was about as far away from anything the Jedi had experienced before. It almost made her feel sorry for her.

Almost.

“I can only tell you that you probably won’t like it.”

She opened the door and motioned for Chastity to walk ahead. “Shall we go find out?”

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[Chastity Lunelle]

Chastity's eyes widened at the woman's response. She grabbed for the Balsoar's thin blue hands, trying to hold them in hers, a comforting gesture she wasn't sure would be well-received.

"Bella," the Padawan implored desperately. "He's not going to give you your freedom. You're right for not believing him! Your freedom will be a never-ending line of hoops. Just when you've thought you jumped your last one, there will be another in its place."

Her clear silver eyes searched the hybrid's glazed ones. Then they darted towards the door. The more dallying they did, the more suspicious the monster might be.

"Escape with me, Bella!" she whispered, in case they were being monitored. "We'll figure out a plan, together."

She left the offer there dangling between them, eyeing Bellatrix as if to say, "we'll discuss it later." Then, Chastity calmly walked through the hissing door, bravely facing whatever indignity the slaver had planned for her. Perhaps she could bear his punishments better knowing that she might have an ally on this blasted hunk of junk.

[member="Bellatrix Celvina"] [member="Kuryr"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Bella's hands went limp as Chastity grabbed them. Her brows furrowed as she listend to the Padawan try and convince her that Kuryr was indeed a monster with no intention of freeing her, and for a moment, she looked away, not able to meet the other girl's eyes. She's right, you know, Bellatrix thought. It did seem unlikely that she would ever earn her freedom from the Blood Pact. She had never, ever witnessed the Taung pirate let a slave go. If anything they became like Chukka - "free" but employed as a crew member. That wasn't really liberty, now was it? She sniffed, but the Silver Jedi wouldn't be able to tell if it was a dismissive noise or just from the spice use.

"Are you crazy?" she asked, when Chastity suggested they escape together. "Such idealism!" Bellatrix spat. But she couldn't scold the padawan for long as the newest slave walked out of the bedroom and into the hallway where Kuryr, or another member of the Blood Pact would be waiting.

He would kill us both, thought Bellatrix. And with that Force collar on, did the Jedi even have the means to fight and help them escape? She merely followed Chastity out, her eyes facing forward, her face giving nothing away. But the seed was planted, and in the hours to come she would be keeping a close eye on the new slave in case the girl had more of a plan than just excited talk of breaking free.

[member="Chastity Lunelle"] [member="Kuryr"]

 

[Kuryr]

Kuryr smiled as he watched Bellatrix bring his newest guest into the mess hall. There were quite a few of the crew inside and they all stopped what they were doing to watch the new flesh walk in. Bellatrix had earned their respect well enough, and they left her alone. After one incident left one of his pirates without an arm, they all understood she was off limits. He saw the look of horror on the jedi's face at the entire situation, and while he wanted to feel bad for her, she had chosen this.

"Bella, you did a wonderful job getting our little guest ready. Come now my little Jedi, come stand before us and tell us of those men that you lead in combat against me." He motioned for Chastity to move to the center of the room. " Tell us all about the lives that you so arrogantly wasted." He sat back and puffed on his cigarra as he waited for the girl to begin. He expected her to cry, and maybe even be sick again, her torment was only beginning on that front, he was going to wait until she was good and broken to tell her that he had crashed an entire floor of the citadel down on her master's head. He finished the large mug of beer and slammed it down on the chair.

" You can begin anytime you like. We will not be leaving until you tell your tale. The longer it takes the longer you will stand there." He reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a long familiar looking hilt. He was enjoying the idea of keeping her lightsaber as his own. He still thought about tattooing the names of those he killed with it onto her body, so that she would always know how much of a failure she was.

[member="Bellatrix Celvina"] [member="Chastity Lunelle"]

 

[Chastity Lunelle]

Chastity had been feeling brave as she let Bellatrix escort her down the dim corridor into large mess hall, but her courage soon faded when she was faced with well over a dozen pairs of eyes, alien and human, all looking her way. She suddenly felt very naked, which was painfully fitting, because in the gold slave outfit, she practically was. Her arms flew up to her chest, crossing over it protectively.

The slaver wanted her to "tell her tale," of her battle on Ziost. Her heart beat wildly, and her chest rose and fell in double-time. The Padawan couldn't bear the shame of revealing her failure to anyone, much less this room of cretins. They stared at her expectantly, while the head slaver, the "lizard-monkey," as Bellatrix had called him, puffed away on his cigarra, waiting. She cut her eyes sideways to Bella as if to say, "help me."

Chastity blinked and cleared her throat, but the words refused to come. A jump came as the slaver's mug hit the table. He procured her lightsaber hilt from his pocket. Her saber! She almost reached out with the Force to try and grab it, but stopped herself before the needles sank in.

"I -I can't." the Padawan stammered, hanging her head. She would not sully the memory of her Rangers by entertaining these monsters with the sickening story of their final moments. She averted her gaze from the room and stared down at her bare toes, willing it all to go away.

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