You belong to me now [Tobias]

[Nisha Decrilla]

The distinct click of heels echoed off the walls of the warehouse, the noise made bolder men shrink into the shadows, bow their heads out of fear and respect. Here, the Queen of Chaos ruled. Here no one dared to cross Anaya Fen. Contruum was her playground and some poor debtor of hers had waltzed right into it. He'd been seized at the starport, him and all of his possessions. The ship landlocked and guarded while her employees installed tracking beacons.

Tobias Wraith had outrun her for far too long, and every month he didn't pay up his loan, the interest rate went up. The identical HRD's that flanked her halted at the foot of the metal stairs she began to ascend, turning their backs with military form and standing guard. He was waiting for her in the office, a bag over his head, a gag in his mouth. She threw open the door and the raucous laughter of her stopped short. Panic painted in their expressions as the rapidly stomped out cigars and shoved hips flasks out of sight.

Anaya never said a word, she took two steps into the room, her eyes trailing from one face to the next before flicking to the door behind her. They left, rapidly, nervous giggles escaping them when they thought they were out of earshot. The door clicked shut behind them and the only noise to break the silence was Tobias's breathing and the slow steady click of her heels and she approached him and ripped the sack from his head.

A smirk appeared on her face as she looked down at him. "Hello Toby."

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[Tobias Wraith]

Leave the Jedi that are aligned with the Republic Tobias, that’s a great idea. Just take off in the middle of the night after hearing about another atrocity they commited, that’s a grand idea. Only let two people in the entire galaxy know what your plan is, but not tell them where you are going. You’re just the wisest Jedi ever, so wise in fact you didn’t even let them know when to expect you back on Yavin IV because you are so smart. Forget to even put your tracking device on, and go to one of your favorite bars from your smuggling days too while you’re at it. I’m sure that will all work splendidly since you’ve spent months training to be a Jedi and not paying off all your debts.

Except it all hadn’t, and he was rather annoyed with himself.

His entire world was dark, and his breathing was coming quite roughly. Next time, don’t drink in a bar that you used to frequent. Bourbon mixed with the burlap sack that covered his face, and he could pick up the faint aroma of spice. Broken ribs prevented him from breathing in deeply, and blood running from his cheek was causing the bag to stick to his face. Unarmed now, and with his arms restrained behind him, he was fully humbled. What did it say about the Jedi Padawan that he ended right back in the arms of debt collectors after months of learning how to face the Sith that he couldn’t stand?

That he had not really progressed.

Laughter died down, and he could feel people exiting the room. Try as hard as he may, he couldn’t really access the Force with the raging headache he had from the beating he had received earlier. Instead, his face contorted when light hit his eyes. Briefly blinded, he took a moment to let them adjust before coming face to face with a red Twi’lek. She apparently knew him, but his memory wasn’t really working at the moment. “Who, are you?” Stiffly turning his head, he looked around the room. “Why am I here?”

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[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya frowned slightly, leaning close enough to smell the liquor on his breath, eyes raking in each detail of his face. Her hand reached to grab his chin, twisting his face this way and that as if inspecting him. Realisation dawned in her eyes, glittering every so brightly before letting go of his chin. "Didn't your Daddy ever tell you not to gamble?" she purred moving back and perching on the egdr of the desk he was facing. "Seems unlikely, he was such a righteous git."

She pretened to inspect her nails, watching him out of the corner of her eye. "Still, I imagine he would have at least told you about me?" She blew a sigh out of her nose "Well I expect not, otherwise you'd never have borrowed thrity thousand from Apoleia. Your interets rate has gone up by the way, you currently owe me..." she counted breifly on her fingers "Fifty thousand. Quite generous if you ask me." She pulled herself onto the desk, legs swinging like a childs as her eyes glittered with excitement.

"I, my dear sweet boy, am Anaya Fen, or Lady Apoleia, depending on who you ask." She laughed and clasped her hands together "Oh your father is rolling in his grave right now."

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[Tobias Wraith]

Smooth hands roughly handled his face, managing to not pull out the scruff that was a few days old in the process. She leaned in, and the look on her face let him know she could smell the alcohol on his breath. He could literally feel her disgust at him in the moment, just as his head began to clear. Releasing her grip, she made the comment about his father. “Well, I never actually got to kn-” She interrupted him, and then realization dawned upon his face. Horror, and dread mixed as his jaw hung slack for but a moment. She knows who my dad is, that’s exactly how Shule described him. Wraith bit his tongue, for some reason he didn’t like the tone she took about his father.

Instead, he reached into the Force finally.

Vaguely listening to her, he could gather that he owed her money. A harsh exhale was his only answer to the sum of money that she listed. Taught shoulders slunk at the number, even as he emptied the cup that was himself. It took some doing, with the hangover and his mind reeling but he managed to rid himself of well, himself. Senses began to merge, and his sphere of responsibility began to expand out. Limited by his activities earlier in the day, he could barely reach out and feel her. Except, what he could feel made his own senses recoil. She’s a Sith, a powerful one, and I’m here alone. Tobias kicked himself, but just calmly looked up. You want to insult how I am and who my father is, well I may as well not be shy.

“I’m sorry I owe you the money.” Tobias took a few steps forward, “ I’m trying to become a Jedi and haven’t really been working to pay off that debt.” Blue eyes locked with the pair that was seated before him. “As to my father, I have no memories of him. Seems you’ve actually met him, lucky you.”

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[Nisha Decrilla]

"Lucky?" Anaya shrugged. "Well, that depends on how you look at it. Really, I'm lucky he never had the opputunity to kill me." she smirked slightly. "He was handsome, stubborn and when I met him, very much taken. Not so lucky for me." She chuckled, dropping off the desk and closing the gap between them.

"You can stick your heads between your legs and kiss your Jedi ass goodbye though, mister Wraith, because until I have fifty thousand back in my pocket you'll be working it off with whatever job I deem fit." She was nose to nose with him now, eyes afire with mischeif. "Does that seem fair to you?"

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[Tobias Wraith]

"I wish he had had the chance to do it, maybe the galaxy would have been a brighter place." His mouth fired that off before he even knew it, and his perception of the Force was changing. Instead of keeping a clear head, he was starting to think of all the things he could potentially do. Everything she was saying was getting under his skin, much faster than anyone else ever could. Is it because she's a Sith, or just because she so casually knew who your father was? Frustration at both was the likely culprit, and as she approached he considered everything that wasn't bolted to the floor. As long as it was under a hundred pounds, he was confident he could grab it and slam it into her with the Force. How are you going to knock down someone who is probably a Master without her even knowing? Still looking, he tried to feel for the lightsaber Quorl had given him. It was lost to him though, he couldn't feel his Master's signature anywhere in the room. I bet those thugs of hers are enjoying the little trinket they got from me, his cheeks and neck only grew more crimson from the thought.

"I'm not saying goodbye to being a Jedi, you don't get to make that call." His teeth began to grind against each other, the muscles in his jaw flaring. Subdued hands pulled against their restraints, her breath hot on his face. "I don't think this is fair, and I'm done being someone's slave." He considered his options for a moment, and said feth it to the consequences.

His head came in fast, the crown of his skull aimed right at her nose...

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[Nisha Decrilla]

Oh it was all too easy. It was almost as fun as tormenting Spencer. Press the right buttons and get all the best reactions. Her smile widened at his retort about dying. Like she hadn't heard that one before, she could feel his anger burning see him trying to find something, anything to silence her with.

Then the head came forward, she saw it coming with the slight tip back of the neck and tilted her head forward, so nstead of meeting the soft flesh of her nose, he cracked down on her forehead. Anaya sidestepped, eyes watering from the impact, a short burst of lightening leapt from her fingers to spark across the back of his knnes, forcing him down. Then she was behind him, one hand under his chin and the familiar snap hiss of a lightsaber coming to life. She hovered it in front of his face, close enough that he could feel its heat.

"I am faster than you, stronger than you, better than you in almost everyway. You cannot run from me, you cannot hide from me. In twenty fours hours I can know the names of those you consider family or friends, in forty eight hours I can know what they like to have for breakfast, their favourite colour and where they life to drink. Give me another two after that and I can end their existence. Do not frak with me, Tobias Wraith."

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[Tobias Wraith]

Bone crashed against bone, and his head was positively ringing. She had managed the only, and smart move. Cartilage had been saved, and now it was the Padawan with tears rolling from his eyes from the hard impact. Human skulls weren’t designed to just ram through things, same concept for Twi’leks. Muscles in his neck were rocked from the impact, and he was sure his spine was vibrating. Barely forcing his eyelids open, she had disappeared from his view. Tobias’ head was on a swivel just as a flash of blue light suddenly shot forth from her hands. What in the feth, was the only thought he managed right before it made contact.

Searing pain brought him to his knees, as a primal scream left his mouth. The electricity didn’t just electrify, it went through him. It felt as if his entire body, mind, and soul were being stabbed by tiny blades repeatedly. Proud shoulders fell, and the entirety of his being just slumped. Whatever pride and anger that had been there had been burned away, the tendrils of energy still working their way through is body. Minor twitches were all he was aware of, even the snap-hiss of the lightsaber didn’t jar him from the durasteel floor he was staring at. Her threats rolled off his ears, but he didn’t have anyone to be threatened with.

Except Ellie, you idiot.

Dry, drained lips barely formed the words that his mind was struggling to put together. “I have no one to be threatened with. My entire family is dead, I’m sure my Master can handle you, and that which is most precious to me is guarded by a warrior that even my father respected.” He laughed a little, despite how beaten down he had become. “Torture me, this won’t be the first time it’s happened. I’m familiar with how this works.”

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[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya smiled. "Torture? Goodness me, no." she deactivated the lightsaber, clipping it to her belt and pulling free a knife. "Torture is not my style. I can understand how some people can find satisfaction and joy in breaking a soul through pain but there are far more effective ways to shatter a mind." She drew the blade across the palm of her hand, letting out a low hiss as she did. "Besides, breaking you is not on my to do list. You owe me money and one way or another you'll pay it back."

Anaya moved in front of him, digging an index finger into the cut on her hand she drew a line of blood down his left cheek. After a moment it would begin to burn embedding a mark into his skin. She stepped back, studying him and her handy work for a moment.

"You can leave now."

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[Tobias Wraith]

He had no energy, that little blast of lightning had shook his core. Memories of his time in the One Sith military were flashing, this wasn't the first time he had been hit with a blast of that. Failure wasn't tolerated in those ranks, and many of his friends had died from the lightsaber or lightning. It had hurt then, but this felt different. Whatever feelings of emptiness he had felt after that torture didn't compare to now. His Force abilities were dull, as if he could sense everything but it lacked the full spectrum of color. Every bone in his body ached, as if they had all been lit on fire. Muscles he wasn't even aware of were hurting from the blasts that had rocked his solid frame. The soft tissues in his lungs struggled to truly take in oxygen, and the simple act of holding himself up was killing him. That didn't deter him, not in the slightest from the woman before him. If this is how it ends, then so be it. I'm not backing down, or letting her run my life or let me live in fear. The One Sith did that to me for over a decade, and the Hutts for a few years after that.

I'm a Jedi, like my father. I will not fear evil.

Then she wiped blood on his cheek for some reason, and a low growl escaped his clenched teeth. For some reason it burned for but a moment, and he could feel the spot on his face throbbing as he stood. Slowly getting up to full height, he let his defiance clearly show. "That's that, then?" Wraith wasn't going to question it.

He left, bloodmark in tow.

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