Duel Visitation Hours

[Braze]

Tags: Darth Malvora Beltor "Bell" Cyrus Jonyna Si ​

Braze had built the Oubliette Containment Cell to contain Sevrin in particular…

Since Jonyna Si and Beltor "Bell" Cyrus were visiting the Restored Temple of Dantooine, Braze wanted to make sure their prisoner was up to having a visitor or two.

Braze knew well enough that this particular person had once been taken in, however briefly, by the New Jedi Order after Drystan Creed brought him back from a commandeered Sith starfighter shortly before the fall of Coruscant and the Galactic Alliance. Since Drystan Creed seemed to have grown distant from Braze, he was uncertain what to make of the violent young man who had once been brought to the Order, only to be left displaced in Drystan’s absence.

He did not know much about where Sevrin had come from, or why, only that he possessed an odd array of Sith lightsabers and crystals in his collection.

0-7 and Eloise Dinn had assisted Braze in sourcing materials for the construction of a better containment cell for their uninvited guest, who had set fire to the fields of Dantooine outside.

Nevertheless, their prisoner still needed to eat.

Braze had brought him a tray of food to see if he was hungry this time. Sometimes he ate. Other times, he did not. Braze was still uncertain what to do with him, but he figured letting Jonyna and Beltor meet him was safe enough.

"You have a new chef today… you should be honored," Braze offered, setting the tray down with care. "Dr. Cyrus was kind enough to cook for you."

 

[Sevrin]

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Feeding time in the Oubliette was not an easy matter of opening the door....

The outer locks cycled first decompressing, one after another, low and heavy somewhere beneath the floor. A narrow service drawer slid out from the wall outside the cell, just wide enough for a tray and nothing more. Braze set the food inside, then let the mechanism take it from him. A soft scan passed over the tray, checking for heat, weight, shape, and anything sharp enough to become a problem.

Only then did the inner hatch open. It simply presented the meal on a recessed shelf within Sevrin's reach, while the ray shielding hummed faintly.

Braze stood beyond the observation panel, hands folded loosely before him.

"You have a new chef today… you should be honored," Braze offered, setting the tray down with care. "Dr. Cyrus was kind enough to cook for you."

Sevrin watched carefully as the white-haired youth stood across from him, studying his expression. He had rather enjoyed being lowered from suspension, if only for the chance to stretch out his muscles again.

"How generous. A meal and the privilege of using my spine again. Truly, the Jedi are merciful beyond measure.... Do I get to thank the chef, or is gratitude considered a security risk?... And... Do all Jedi prisons come with room service, or did I earn the deluxe cell?"

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

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Feeding time in the Oubliette was not an easy matter of opening the door....

The outer locks cycled first decompressing, one after another, low and heavy somewhere beneath the floor. A narrow service drawer slid out from the wall outside the cell, just wide enough for a tray and nothing more. Braze set the food inside, then let the mechanism take it from him. A soft scan passed over the tray, checking for heat, weight, shape, and anything sharp enough to become a problem.

Only then did the inner hatch open. It simply presented the meal on a recessed shelf within Sevrin's reach, while the ray shielding hummed faintly.

Braze stood beyond the observation panel, hands folded loosely before him.



Sevrin watched carefully as the white-haired youth stood across from him, studying his expression. He had rather enjoyed being lowered from suspension, if only for the chance to stretch out his muscles again.

"How generous. A meal and the privilege of using my spine again. Truly, the Jedi are merciful beyond measure.... Do I get to thank the chef, or is gratitude considered a security risk?... And... Do all Jedi prisons come with room service, or did I earn the deluxe cell?"

"More like I wanted to experiment." Beltor Cyrus's voice echoed through the chamber as he entered, a data pad in hand, a lit smoke in the other. "If it were up to me, lad, I'd have hooked up your fleshy bits to a speeder battery and applied voltage until we got actionable answers from you." He phrased it like a joke, with a light smile and tone in his voice. It was not. Beltor Cyrus was a nice man most of the time, kind as well. Not when dealing with the likes of the person before him. He tipped his head to Braze , but kept his emotions guarded enough to not allow his mentor to figure if he was serious.

He pulled up a chair and sat down a safe distance from the containment unit. "Alas, your most gracious host abides far more closly to the classical system of hospitality then I'm willing to when in such cases."

He took a drag of his lit cig and tapped a few more bits on his data pad. "See, I came here to say hello and inquire as to the level of my cooking. Not every day one gets to see how their breaded bovine steak and sauteed vegetables are likened by a Sith.

 

[Sevrin]

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“You sound very brave on that side of the door.” Sevrin’s eyes moved from the datapad to Beltor’s face, slow as a blade being drawn from a sheath.

“That was meant to frighten me... wasn’t it? Then by all-means...Do it, then."

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

Beltor "Bell" Cyrus

“You sound very brave on that side of the door.” Sevrin’s eyes moved from the datapad to Beltor’s face, slow as a blade being drawn from a sheath.

“That was meant to frighten me... wasn’t it? Then by allmeans...Do it, then."

Beltor smiled, a real smile, though the dark glint in his eyes remained. "Ah, spirit this one has. I like him. Shame they wont let me use some of my more...intense methods. Well, baring your thoughts on my cooking, tell me, what's your story."

He tapped a few more times in his pad, seemingly noting down detail after detail of the young man as he spoke. "Are most sith trained assassins prone to falling to the whiles of my dashing friend here, or are you a special case?"

 

[Sevrin]

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" You want my story...? I have met slavers with better bedside manner than you... I've no interest in your food. I'd rather starve then pallet your swill. "

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

Beltor "Bell" Cyrus " You want my story...? I have met slavers with better bedside manner than you... I've no interest in your food. I'd rather starve then pallet your swill. "

Bell put his hand to his mouth in obviously mock offense. "Oh my stars, tis a shame, I had some choice cuts of pog I wanted to try. Shame really...Well, if my cooking cant suffice, I see no further reading to continue to feed you. Shame really."


He let the moment hang, taking a drag of his smoke. "Given I'm the one actually feeding you. Guess you'll starve. A funny thing starvation is. Given all the training in the world a man, be them sith or jedi, can survive all manner of tortures. Starvation though...well."

"Every man breaks when they've waisted away enough. Would be a shame to see you digress to such a state, with all your finely cut muscles and the like. Left to rot as your body turns on your self to keep it self going. Growing weaker with time, becoming a shadow of your self." He kept the same, genuine dark smile on his face.

He could read the lad decently well. He didn't carry the same manner as a real sith, not really. He was trying to play on the lad's ego, if he had one. All of them had one, it was damn near a requirement for such a thing.

"And I'll be here as it happens, watching, observing. Perhaps I'll grace you with an oral rendition of my histories of the Empress Teta system, in full. Stars, that'd be a week at best."

 

[Sevrin]

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"You are trying to draw fear from one who knows the burn of hunger well… I'm no child to be toyed with by chiding bedtime warnings. Does it soothe you, Doctor, to embrace the monster you hide away? Do you feel justified? It is easy for hidden monsters to excuse their darkest desires when they take pleasure in whatever little power they are allowed to hold.

Keep your food… I'll keep my dignity.

At least I know I'm not standing beside the man who took down the planetary shield during the siege of Coruscant, leading to the fall of the Galactic Alliance. Strange company for a man so eager to lecture others about monsters… my conscience is clear."

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

Beltor "Bell" Cyrus

"You are trying to draw fear from one who knows the burn of hunger well… I'm no child to be toyed with by chiding bedtime warnings. Does it soothe you, Doctor, to embrace the monster you hide away? Do you feel justified? It is easy for hidden monsters to excuse their darkest desires when they take pleasure in whatever little power they are allowed to hold.

Keep your food… I'll keep my dignity.

At least I know I'm not standing beside the man who took down the planetary shield during the siege of Coruscant, leading to the fall of the Galactic Alliance. Strange company for a man so eager to lecture others about monsters… my conscience is clear."

His smile deepend, and he set the pad down as he got up. His eyes locked on the young man's.

He could read him, more so then he thought. The weight on his shoulders, the scars of traumas long past. "Oh you poor, poor thing. You speak no new truths to me, lad. I know what I am, I have seen it, I have felt it, I have lived it. I have known the spray of blood that coats my hands as I take the life of another in a true, visceral act of primordial violence...and I have over come it. Tell me, what is better, to be born good? Or to over come one's own innate darkness and come out the otherside as a better man?"

He stepped forward, coming to just the other side of the barrier that separated him from the little sithling. He stared deeply at him. Yes, he could see it. The little twinges in his legs, the way his knees kept taut in the small space. He wore the scars of someone who knew captivity well, and did not thrive in it.

"You think you will not break, that you wear armor over what truly, deeply frightens you. I will be the one to tell you, boy that you hide it no where nearly as well you think. I can see it, and I need not the force to divine it."

He leaned in, towering over Severin as he knelt. "You fear your end is here, that the last chapter of your life is set solely, and wholly in this little box. For ever contained, forever a slave to a master who will never open the door to the cage you have so truly earned your self. You fail to see you are the maker of your own chains, the holder of your own key. You are your own executioner, and you think it is anyone else's fault besides your own. You fail to see said chains are forged in the fires of your devotion to a creed that found you here."

He whispered this time. "Through victory, my chains are broken..." He said it lightly. "And through my actions, I am broken." He knew the sith code. Had studied it as a part of his academic journey. He had debated the philosophies of both the light and the dark with those far more well versed in it then him.

 

[Sevrin]

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He smiled coyly as he listened... "I wouldn't know, sir." He said in an oddly wistful tone. His smile faded at what came next and a tiered sigh passed his lips in a faint breath. "This is nothing new ..." He murmured tuning a way as if no longer holding interest in them. "Torment me all you like... you are no different. "

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

Beltor "Bell" Cyrus

He smiled coyly as he listened... "I wouldn't know, sir." He said in an oddly wistful tone.
His smile faded at what came next and a tiered sigh passed his lips in a faint breath. "This is nothing new
..." He murmured tuning a way as if no longer holding interest in them. "Torment me all you like... you are no different. "

He tilted his head, his voice returning to that same light tone. "That's the funny, ironic thing my friend. I don't have to do a thing to you, for I know I will never compare to how much you torment your self."

He turned, picking up his data pad and casually walking towards the door. He called out to him as he neared the exit. "Let me know if you ever want that to change, lad."

He passed Braze as he left, shooting him a knowing smile.

 

[Braze]

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Braze held an austere expression, his gaze fixed in an unblinking thousand-yard stare. At last, he blinked and looked to Sevrin for one long moment.

“You should eat… people need food. Especially sick people,” Braze said simply.

Then he departed, following after Beltor "Bell" Cyrus .

He had been quiet and watchful the entire time, revealing no emotion as he observed.

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

Beltor "Bell" Cyrus


Braze held an austere expression, his gaze fixed in an unblinking thousand-yard stare. At last, he blinked and looked to Sevrin for one long moment.

“You should eat… people need food. Especially sick people,” Braze said simply.

Then he departed, following after Beltor "Bell" Cyrus .

He had been quiet and watchful the entire time, revealing no emotion as he observed.

He'd find Beltor only a short distance away, leaning on a low wall, finishing his cig.

He eyed his mentor with an unknown expression on his face and sighed. "Go on, ask your questions. As I told the lad in the box, I need not the force to divine things."

 

[Braze]

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“Questions?” he echoed, uncertain what he could mean by that. “Could you clarify?” he asked, his voice eerily calm and devoid of inflection.

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

“Questions?” he echoed, uncertain what he could mean by that. “Could you clarify?” he asked, his voice eerily calm and devoid of inflection.

Beltor "Bell" Cyrus

He eyed the young man for a long moment. "Oh, I don't know. How about "What was that murder you just all but confessed to?" or "why did I not sense this darkness in you before?" or even "How do you know the sith code by heart?" Things like that, dear mentor."

He plucked another cig from his little case and took another. "I can at least answer that last one. In my library, aboard my ship, locked in an armored box, is a signed, personally annotated copy of the Book of Sith, written and notated on by Darth Sidious him self, during his reign as Sheeve Palpatine in the years leading up to the Great Jedi purge at the very end of the clone wars. I can not begin to tell you the amount of credits I had to spend to get my hands on it." He paused a moment. "And no, it's not possessed or anything such nonsense. I checked."

 

[Leos]

Dantooine
Tags: Sevrin

Epo-1, YT-1760 small transport
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Leos waited for Bell and Braze to step out. After a moment, he slipped into the room and stared through the transparent ray shield. He didn't say much to start with, only looked the man up and down before he let out a huff.

"You're not a Sith," the Themian stated. "You aren't anything like... what I've seen."

The men who went to meet with his Father. He remember how cold he felt on that day. This man seemed... weaker. More like a man then a monster in a skinsuit.

No, he was different. That confused him.

"What are you?"

 

[Braze]

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Braze shook his head. “No… I learned well enough to reserve judgment until I have full understanding. Sometimes pushing someone on a topic only makes it worse as well.” His voice remained quiet, even.

“I trust you inherently and completely. I believe in you, and I believe you are a good man overall. I do not know the chapter of your life I walked in on. I believe if there is something you want to share with me… you will.” He paused, gaze steady.

“Conjecture is not a good thing to give voice to. Often, it only breeds resentment and misunderstanding.”

 

[Sevrin]

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Sevrin looked up, faintly surprised to see one of the boys. For a few long moments, he said nothing.

“A human... what do you think I am?” he stated simply. “Humans come in all shapes, sizes, colors, and creeds, and every shade in between. No two Sith will be exactly the same.”

His gaze moved over the boy’s face, then paused.

“How’s your nose? It looks better… I didn’t know he had kids.”

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

Beltor "Bell" Cyrus

Braze shook his head.

“No… I learned well enough to reserve judgment until I have full understanding. Sometimes pushing someone on a topic only makes it worse as well.”

His voice remained quiet, even.

“I trust you inherently and completely. I believe in you, and I believe you are a good man overall. I do not know the chapter of your life I walked in on. I believe if there is something you want to share with me… you will.”

He paused, gaze steady.

“Conjecture is not a good thing to give voice to. Often, it only breeds resentment and misunderstanding.”

He looked at him for a long moment. His face softened, and a small smile formed. "Yet again I am reminded that one so young can contain such boundless wisdom. It saddens me to imagine what wounds accompanied the gathering of such insight." He took a moment to gaze across the plains that surrounded the temple.

"Perhaps one day I'll tell you that story, a recounting of that murder..." His voice fell off, and his face shown a mix of old regret and a darker satisfaction that wasn't often seen on Braze's padawan. "I do not kill for the liken of it, Braze. I feel no need nor catharsis in it. I am simply very, very good at it when the need arises." He paused for a moment, his smoldering smoke left forgotten in his hand. "But I will say, if there was some one that truly deserved it, it was him."

 

[Leos]

Dantooine
Tags: Sevrin

Epo-1, YT-1760 small transport
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"Yeah, it's better," Leos huffed. "How's your stab wound?"

It... wasn't right that he had stabbed him. How could he have been that weak? Every force user he met since becoming a Jedi at least had precognition of some kind. Senses that kept them safe. What was different here.

"I think you're a liar," the Themian decided. "You're not a Sith. You just use whatever name you feel like you need to in the moment."