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    After being put on a wild bantha chase, Eriana Fox has returned to her warden with prisoner in hand. Horuk Mann was not the only person she'd brought in for questioning, but he was the first to show signs of prior knowledge about this rumored slaving ring. Eriana, it seemed, had struck gold. Now all she needed to do was get the truth out of him....

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    Today was going to be a wonderful day. Eriana could already tell. Things had been looking up for the woman lately. Everything was going right, even though most of the verse was in chaos. It suited Eriana just fine. It meant she was going in the right direction in life. The Force had gifted this to her. This was her reward for serving so loyally. She was servant of the Dark side. And she never wavered from that mission.

    Opening her eyes, she was met with only darkness. Not that she expected any different. She'd woken up in darkness everyday since she had been born. It never bothered the blind Sith. It simply was a way of being. She didn't know any different. She pushed back the soft silk sheets and sat up, taking a long yawn she stretched and extended her arms as far as she could; her naked back arched like a bending bow.

    Eriana then rubbed her eyes which had those annoying little crusties on them. She then folded her hands in her lap and took a long breath to center herself within the Force. Calling on her Dark powers she felt the cold chill of the Force wash over her, making her shiver under her comforters. The room around her came into focus, or at least they way she saw it. Everything was black, but there were shapes and lines that painted a mental drawing of the world around her. She saw not only her room, but the floors above and below her. She saw every corner of every table and doorway, every leaf from her potted plant on the dresser, and even the tiny bird looking for bugs in her windowsill.

    "I say this prayer to whatever entity hears my voice. Thank you for another day. Thank you for a restful night. It is through your blessing and mercy that I have so humbly lived in your care. I am forever blessed and thankful to be alive. I pray that I can continue to spread your Word as the truth. In your name I pray."

    Eriana unfolded her hands and would swing out of bed. She strolled across her linoleum floors and into the cold tile of her refresher room where she relieved herself, brushed her teeth, and then stepped into the fresher. Ten minutes later she was drying herself off and heading to her closet. Sliding the door with two gentle fingers she then ran her hand across the hangers above her head. Each one had certain marks in Brail that spoke to her their explanations and descriptions. Work clothes were on the left, first to grab, which were basically her Sith gear. Following after that were formal attire, work out clothes, comfort clothes, and lingerie. There was no point sorting anything by color because she really had no understanding of what those words even meant. She had to trust one of her non-robotic servants to buy her clothes based on the year's latest trends.

    She stopped there at "exercise" and pulled the first hanger she felt that had weight to it. She'd already worked out several times this week so most of them in this section were empty. A protocol droid would wash them once the dirty laundry basket would become full. She wouldn't be caught dead doing her own laundry. That chore, like many of the other things in her manner, were for the staff droids to handle.

    Returning to her bed with clothes in hand, she'd get dressed in her workout clothes and head out of her room. She moved to the kitchen and pushed a button on her espresso machine to make her some caff. She didn't need to bother feeling around for where things were, she knew them so well. Even if she wasn't using the Force to guide her actions. She knew exactly how many steps in any direction she needed to take to get wherever she was going. And she had a huge manor too! A lot of it was routine. Most of it was just memory.

    While she waited for the drink to mix and pour, she leaned onto her counter and began doing some leg stretches. She could nearly bring her legs vertically up and down. If she tried she could do it, but she'd have to have some more space and do much different stretches than she was doing now. She wasn't in the mood to try pulling any muscles today.

    A small buzzer vibrated letting Eriana know her drink was done. She put her foot down and raised herself to the balls of her feet to grab a mug on one of the top shelves. It was horrible placement for such a breakable thing, being up there so high, but she liked making another stretch for her to get it. Nothing came out of being lazy. That was what her life had been about: sacrifice. It even carried into where she put her dishes, how ridiculous was that?

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    Sylvie woke up with a start, sitting upright slightly as she pulled herself over the end of the small bed of her quarters. She rubbed her eyes and brushed her hair off of her forehead. It was pretty early for her. Then again, she'd gotten to sleep pretty early. The Zeltron stood, readjusting her undershirt. From here there were a few options. She didn't exactly have to report yet; she wasn't working a desk anymore as of recent orders. The woman bounced on her heels and rolled her shoulders, a bit sore from her gear.

    May as well run for a bit. Cut down on the energy. I'm all jittery from last night and..Ilum.

    Sylvie shuddered and tossed on some light clothes for exercise, snatching up a keycard from a shelf. She looked at the blaster strapped to her hanging uniform and then shook her head, blinking away any ideas as the sound of a lightsaber came through her memories. She left her quarters and locked the door, tying up her hair and avoiding the looks of human agents that may have found some kind of prejudice. As of now she had no assignments. Therefore no worries. A few more minutes and she was in the nearest fitness room, on a running machine, and listening to music. Her hand kept turning the speed up. It was too slow, too slow. She was sprinting, but still found her breath. Energy. A part of her questioned why she had so much of it to run this fast.

    Something was bugging her. The caves. She blinked and waved off the images in her mind.
     
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    Carrying the hot caff with her, Eriana would descend a flight of stairs down the hallway from the kitchen which took her to one side of her basement level. There she had her own private gym. She had her parents money to thank for that. But growing up in the Core, you had to have these luxuries. You weren't "IN" unless you spent a fortune on things you didn't need. Eriana was probably one of the few people who actually did use her gym though. Regularly at that.

    By the time she got downstairs she'd only taken three sips of the hot beverage so there was much left to go through. But she was plenty awake to not need it. Maybe her body knew what today was. Maybe it gave her energy and promise for what was to come. She'd spent most of the night thinking about it; she'd been as giddy as a school girl, so the expression went. Today Eriana would be promoted within her workplace to an official interrogator of prisoners. It was her dream job. It was her passion. All of her hard work had finally paid off.

    Setting the drink down on one of the tables near the door she would push a button on a monitor screen that turned the lights on and the power on within the room. The lights were unnecessary and if not for the humming of the luminescent bulbs she'd never know they were on otherwise. But she wouldn't bother trying to adjust the settings as a "power bill" was something laughable to even consider worrying about. The screen also had another function, something built into the programming, as loud music would start to blare out speakers throughout the room. Playing some underground popular techno artists, a loud beat made Eriana start bobbing her head subconsciously.

    Her heart began to race as the music shook her to her core. Being blind, her other senses were far more sensitive. Hearing especially. And she was already playing them loudly as it were so to her it was like blasting headphones as loud as they could go...and then some. But she liked it that way. Sure she was probably doing irreparable damage to her ears, but her Force healing abilities would negate that. One benefit of being a Force user. It took a lot to make them bleed.

    Eriana's morning work out consisted of three things. The first was a wooden dummy post that had several small rods like spikes around it. Eriana went to a nearby wall from where the control panel was and retrieved two lightweight sticks similar in length to her lightsabers. She even had them built so the hilt was thicker than the blade's rounded edge. She's swing them around in her hand for a moment, remembering the way they felt in her hands, and then head to the block post. Her foot tapped to the beat of the music pounding in her ears and she then began to plan her attack to the beat.

    One two three four. One two three four. One two three four.

    Light on her feet she danced around the wooden post hitting her batons in four pattern succession. One two three four. One two three four. One two three four. Her hands crossed over one another in such a way that she made sure not to lock her elbows together by accident. Florentine style was the path she'd started with and followed through for most of her years at the academy. She'd learned a few single handed styles, but using two blades was her most adapt style.

    One two three four. One two three four. One two three four.

    She did this for a good twenty minutes nonstop. Eight songs played, she counted them down. One two three four five six seven eight. After that eight song she stopped and took a breath. She was already building up a sweat; she'd need another shower. Moving to the wall she returned the batons to their place and would pull out a pair of sparring gloves. She struggled to get both hands into the mitts and ended up using the Force as a second hand to do what her fingers could not. Now for her second activity.

    Although there were several items of equipment in her possession, she rarely got around to using them all. She preferred the same three things. The first was the post. The second was a punching bag. She traversed around a few weight lifting machines and to the bag hanging by a chain. The tenth song in the playlist was now coming on and Eriana let the music get to the climax before rushing into battle with the leather bag.

    One two three four. One two three four. One two three four.

    She liked listening to techno because they all had the same beat. She could dance, and she could fight to them. One two three four. One two three four. One two three four. Her hands worked just as she did with the batons striking the bag as quick as she could in the same four pattern strikes. One two three four. One two three four. One two three four. The bag would swing one way and she'd adjust her footing to get to the side of it and strike again. One two three four.

    She did this for another five songs. She was starting to get tired. This was good. She was getting a good workout. Using the Force to rip off her gloves she tossed them near the wall for a droid to cleanup after. She didn't like the thought of wearing sweaty gloves later on. Now it was time for her third and final practice. This was Eriana's personal favorite. Two metal bars raised at higher intervals over a mat. Eriana cracked her knuckles and closed her eyes, mentally visualizing the bars in front of her.

    Coming to a running start she jumped up to the first bar and began circling her body around and around the lower bar. She'd then jump to the second, letting gravity do the work of moving her and giving her heart a moment of panic. Adrenaline coursed through her and she caught herself and twisted her body to spin the other way. She did another pass around before flipping and coming to the lower bar. Back and forth she'd go, letting her body twist and spiral in ways she would one day use in combat. This was the training she did day in and out to make sure she was better than her other Sith brethren.

    Eriana worked on those bars for twelve songs. Her body was burning and aching and her hands were getting wet and moist. Doing a careful dismount, she jumped from the top bar, twisted and landed on both feet, firmly planted to the mat. And hold. Balance was key in landing too. Dusting off her hands on her pants she then went to the control panel and pushed the off button. The music died out, as did the lights and everything else in the room. Her caff was cold by now, but she didn't mind cold drinks either. She swiped up the mug and returned upstairs.
     
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    Sylvie stopped as her lungs reached a point where they felt like they were soaking in a Mustafarian bathhouse. She shut off the machine and keeled over slightly, taking in a few heavy breaths as she realized how much everything hurt. She'd blanked out. How long had she been running? The Zeltron was about to check her clock when her watch buzzed. Report to the detention center. Thirty minutes. She cursed under whatever breath she had left and struggled out of the fitness center, reaching her room as soon as she was able and finally catching a breath in the best, shortest shower of her life.

    She managed to dress up and grab her Imperial uniform, binding her hair into a tight brait and cleaning up, her lungs still stinging here and there when she took a deep breath. Thanks for the surprise. I'd have appreciated a heads up. Kriff. Sylvie adjusted her cap and strapped her pistol to her leg, grabbing her work datapad before heading out of the quarters and toward her destination.

    This better be worth my waste of time.
     
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    Taking a second fresher, actually using shampoo and conditioner this time, she felt much more refreshed and ready for the day's activities. It was nearing eight hundred hours in the morning already and she'd have but an hour to get to her workplace. She returned to her room, tossing the wet towel off to the side for her droid to pick up as well. Lastly, Eriana went to her closet and pulled the first outfit from the left. This was her usual uniform, tailored to fit her body in a corset style outfit.

    The uniform was her Sith Maurader robes, made of black leather from her neck to her ankles. The only color was the Imperial Republica emblem on the shoulders of her trench coat (though that she wouldn't dawn until leaving the manor). Once she tugged the form-fitting leather up her torso she used her gentle touch of the Force to pull the zipper up the back. It was a bit of a struggle getting it up her hips, but that was the price she paid when she wanted it to be as tight as humanly possible. She liked the way it felt on her skin. But it had another purpose. Bagging clothing was distracting and could get caught on things. Being blind, she sometimes missed the little things like that which got in her way. Knowing exactly where her body ended was crucial when moving through dangerous environments.

    Once the suit was zipped up she would go through the motions of putting on her corset. The clips on the front were easy since the strings on the back were loose. She very well could have used something more modern to make her clothes, but nothing could compare to the close knit feeling of string pulled together. She'd done this hundreds of times already so it was easy practice that took no skill. She could have had a droid do it for her, but that would take more time than necessary. She could have done it with her eyes closed....for a figure of speech.

    After the corset, she moved to a cabinet by her closet where a wooden box was sitting on top. She opened it up revealing her two curved lightsaber hilts sitting in a plush, velvet lining. She loved her sabers, they were her most prized possession. She'd built them herself, and spared no expense buying the best materials for the job. Her saber crystals however she crafted herself from a trip to Korriban before the war. The sabers spoke volumes about the girl. Their curved elegance and design was tribute to the prim and proper lifestyle she grew up in.

    Snapping the sabers to her corset's hip clips, she would then leave her room and head out to the front door. She wouldn't worry about eating, she'd take an early lunch if hunger got to her. Her nerves were too shot right now to think about adding food onto her stomach. The very thought was unsettling and she shook it off. Now at the door, she laced up her long boots, threw on her trench coat, and headed out the door to her garage.

    Her family owned several shuttles for her leisure, but Eriana never flew any of them. Not unless she had to get somewhere work related. As it was a simple drive through the city, she'd let one of her droids pilot her there. She got in the back of the shuttle where a droid was already waiting for her and would fly her to the Grand Imperial Prison. Her normal fear of flying didn't get to her on such short trips. It was only during inter-space journeys that she would start having her panic attacks.

    Stepping out of the shuttle that dropped her off she'd head to the large security gate and go through a quick clearance procedure. Everyone there knew her, so it wasn't much to do. But rules were rules so she didn't complain when they went through the normal check ups. Once cleared, she'd head through the guards' floor and to one of the lifts. This is where she would meet her partner for the day. She was tasked with speaking with one of her prisoners in her charge today. And as per the rules, someone had to be present with her. For her protection...but also for the prisoner's protection. Interrogators in the past...got carried away. This person from her past would be joining her after Eriana's promotion and work side by side with her for the day, potentially more if the girl chose.

    Leaving the lift she headed up to the warden's office and knocked twice. She'd learned her lesson from just barging in. Though...the results of that last encounter were what led her to where she was now. Even still. A voice on the other side granted her passage and so she entered and shut the door behind her. Ahead of her, was her future partner, and the warden at his desk.

    "Ah, Miss Fox. Thank you for coming. I'm sure you know what today is. Let's just get it over with." The heavyset man would toss a keycard to her and yawn, sitting back in his chair. "There ya go. Enjoy your new perks."

    And that was that. Eriana had hoped for something...much much more. But then she remembered the warden hated her guts. To think he'd do anything special for her at all was a joke. Eriana took up the keycard and held it in her hands for a moment. This was her key to her future. Literally. She'd smile and nod to herself, then salute the man at the desk.

    "Thank you, Warden. I know I'm not your first choice for the job, but I won't let you down."

    He would wave his hand replying in an apathetic tone, "Yeah yeah. Just get on with it. Take your partner with you. You've already got your first assignment. He's in holding cell C. Get to it."

    Looking to her partner she'd smile and ask, "Good to see you again. You ready for this?"
     
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    Sylvie grabbed her things and walked out of the room, readjusting her cap in a mirror and walking to Holding Cell C, making sure her new partner-in-law was going the right way. She sighed, replying to the last statement of the Sith after taking that long, painful breath.

    "Yes, I am ready. Not like I haven't done such before. Good to see you as well."

    Sylvie blinked away her earlier thoughts, choosing to focus on what was going on now. Interrogation. With a Sith in tow. This could only go downhill, at least for most cases. A few scenarios might end up a bit better than others, after all. The Zeltron showed her badge to one of the guards at the holding block and tucked it back in her uniform, gliding past without much of a second glance.

    Here they go.
     
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    "You seem nervous," she'd reply once they were outside the warden's office and heading down the lift. "I promise you this'll be an easy situation. In and out. I am sorry though, to bother you with this. I really can handle it myself, but rules are rules you know?"

    The lift would take them down to the prison floors where a few turns down a hallway led them to the chamber that housed their prisoner. Sylvie flashed her badge and the guard let them both pass. Eriana waited for the door to flash open and then she walked inside with Sylvie following behind her. The man in the room was standing in a basic prisoner's table. His arms in heavy shackles, as were his feet. His body held fast to the table with leather straps to make sure he didn't flinch, bite, or thrash around. The man's name was Horuk Mann, but Sylvie would recognize him as the man Eriana had brought in for questioning.

    "Mister Mann," Eriana would say as she entered into the room and began walking in circles around him. "I have some questions for you. And I would like some honest answers."

    "I have nothing to say to you, witch!"

    With no sign of any emotion, Eriana raised her hand and the man's jaw shut tightly. The man struggled and tried speaking, but her invisible hold on his chin made it impossible to pull his teeth apart. Eriana lowered her head, but her grip remained. She'd cross her hands in front of one another and finish making her first lap around him.

    "No I believe you will. Miss Corser, if you would be so kind. Wheel that table over into his view."

    Behind the table near the wall was a table full of various torture implements. Knives, saws, tweezers, pliers, and several other cruel looking devices. Eriana didn't have any plan on actually picking one of them up, but the mere sight of them in Horuk's vision would be a much more investing threat that simple word of mouth.
     
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    I'm definitely not nervous because of this...

    Sylvie nodded and stepped into the corner of the room while Eriana talked to her prisoner. She knew him. He was the one they'd snagged from that apartment a little while back. She attempted to look straight ahead, nodding to the recorder and one way glass subtly, while also listening in on the rather brief conversation. Usual tough guy stuff. Her attention refocused on the cart of tools and doomsday devices, more for intimidation rather than actual use. At least, as far as she knew.

    Sylvie grabbed the table and swung it over, nodding to Eriana with a practiced smile and glancing at the orisoner as though he was about to go through some serious abuse, returning to her position in the corner of the room once more.
     
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    Seeing the torture tools the man would flinch and start trying to hide his fear. Eriana could have easily looked past the twitching in his eyes that gave away the subtle clues, assuming she could see that is. But she didn't need that. Being blind she saw the Force aura that was his body shiver and tremble no matter how hard he was trying to hide it. On top of that, she could hear his heart quicken and the temperature in the room drop as he began to sweat. They were tiny minuscule things, but to Eriana, he was displaying it like a neon sign.

    "Now, Horuk...my friend," Eriana came up close to him and put her hands on his shoulders. "Do you really want me to use these pretty little things on you?"

    The man still had his jaw being wretched shut by Eriana's Force grip so he couldn't reply. He tried shaking his head, but Eriana couldn't exactly see such a gesture. She'd cock her head to the side, staring at him with her grey and lifeless eyes through her bangs. He shook his head more and tried speaking through his closed mouth. Taking one hand off of him, she reached behind her and felt one of the knives snap over to her via the Force. She brought the edge of the knife up to Horuk's neck and hold it there threateningly.

    "I give you permission to speak. Do so wisely."

    With that she would release her hold on him and Horuk would speak very slowly, "What.....do you want to know?"

    Taking the blade away by an inch she'd reply, "When we found you, you claimed your girlfriend had gone missing. This, we know, was to keep the authorities from suspecting you as a suspect. Tell me, the name of the man you paid to pick her up."

    Horuk answered quickly, "I didn't pay anybody. I swear it was-"

    Eriana moved the blade against him and pressed enough to make him squirm, not yet enough to cut though, "I know when you are lying to me. I would not advise this."

    "I'm not lying. I swear. She was picked up and I honestly went to the police to find her. That's when they came to me and paid me off. They gave me a ton of credits to keep quiet and throw the authorities off the scent." Eriana removed the blade and instructed him to continue. "Yeah yeah. So they gave me the credits and I agreed. I didn't care for the b-tch anyways."

    A vein in Eriana's temple twitched when he called his girl that word, but she didn't press the issue. Horuk would then continue, "I knew I shouldn't have taken the money. I know it was wrong. But the pay was too good. And that's how they drew me in. They came back, giving me another drop and told me to pick up this girl. Yeah? And I did."

    Horuk continued speaking, and Eriana could feel his aura shifting again. His fear was turning into sorrow. While Eriana didn't feel sympathy for the creep, she could sense that he at least regretted what he had done. Eriana drew back further, setting the blade back on the table where she had picked it up. Her hands returned then to behind her back as she then asked the prisoner to continue his story.

    "So you became their drop man? They employed you and you were already too deep in their pockets."

    "Yeah yeah! That's right! Yeah. I was in too deep and they kept coming to me with more credits to give them girls and I couldn't do anything about it. I knew that if I tried to turn on them they'd turn on me or worse, kill me, yeah? I couldn't do nothing about it. Yeah? You believe me, yeah?"

    At the end of that he would look to Eriana, but then to Sylvie as well, "Please you've got to believe me. I didn't have a choice, yeah?"

    Eriana turned for a moment, as if to look to Sylvie for her thoughts. But she wouldn't go looking at her directly due to her disability. She wondered what her partner thought on the matter. Her opinion mattered, even though Eriana hadn't asked for it. Well, this was as close as she would get to actually asking.
     
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    Sylvie watched without looking as the interrogation took place. She stayed silent the entire way through, weighing what he had been saying with what she had seen in the file. On top of this, she thought it better to let Eriana do her thing, and avoid the trouble of the man looking for pity or sympathy. She needed to have none for cases like this. Her mind blasted through everywhere they had been through. Human trafficking was what this sounded like--and a lot deeper than what she had originally assumed. All women. Needless to say, their new informant spilled his information rather quickly.

    Makes things easier for me...thank you. Though the next decision was brought to her shoulders. Eriana turned her head in Sylvie's general direction, waiting for some input. Sylvie blinked and looked at the man for one of the first few times in this room. She loosened up slightly and looked him in the eye. The whole case was awful. Nobody was a winner except for the villains. He was just there for credits. At least, that was what he said. It was realistic of him to do so. Lower-income areas across the planet tended to resort to more dire choices.

    "I'd say we could let him go. After a time at a labor camp to serve his sentence. He did partake in human trafficking, and did attempt to avoid questioning. Once he is released, perhaps we could arrange for him to return to the planet. Lacking any possession or home, of course. He could find those on his own. Maybe earn credits next time. Not with lives, with work."
     
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    Through the Force, Eriana could feel that Sylvie was hesitant about all of this. She didn't seem to have much feeling either way, and that was good she supposed. Best not to be too biased about things like this. Always be open minded, that was her philosophy. But then again, she was a hypocrite at times in her own right. There were some things that were absolute in her mind, like the Force. Sylvie would go on to say they had the option to let him go. After serving some time in service to his community. It wasn't like he was free to go just because he had succumbed to her questions.

    She would then go on to explain that they might arrange for him to get a new home, a new life. Eriana doubted she would be that generous even if she had the council's permission. No, this man would -at best- simply be sent on his way with no help whatsoever. But Eriana wasn't sure of his rehabilitation. He could be setting them up just to go chasing this lead and then turn right back around and start all over again. No, Eriana would need further questioning.

    "Assuming your information is correct...we will need to investigate. I'll be sending an agent in and you will give him the exact names and locations of the targets you picked up, where you dropped them off, and any other helpful information you have about the men who hired you. If we find even one of these leads don't pan out our deal is done and you'll be spending the rest of your life in prison."

    Horuk started to complain but Eriana ignored him. She'd start walking to the door and add to her partner, "Come on. There's nothing more we can do here today."

    Outside Eriana would let the door close behind them and then call over to the guard on the other side of the window. She explained what she'd just tasked of Horuk Mann and assigned the guard to get everything he could from him. She would then sigh and lean against the wall for a moment to compose herself.

    "This is growing a lot further than we expected. I'm, excited, not going to lie, that it's looking more and more to be a scandal. But I'm afraid for the consequences of everything they've done. How deep it must go, you know? How many women fell prey to their scam? It's...upsetting to say the least."
     
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    Sylvie followed without a second thought as they exited the interrogation room, stopping while Eriana appeared to take in a breath. She looked rather tired, all things considered. Especially for an all-powerful Sith. Supposedly. At least I might be able to get out of work early today, then. Eriana regained her guard and spoke, highlighting what could only be seen as the semi-obvious. They had unearthed something a lot deeper than either of them had apparently ever thought. Hooray for money, cases, and reputation. Not hooray for easy work days.

    "Listen, love, if you wanna talk about scandal, lemme tell you about Zeltros..."

    She shook her head and chuckled slightly, looking around at the relatively empty halls. Sylvie took a moment to realize that she never had really been in here before. She'd always been in an office, or on the rare field job. Never nothing that was super deep like this. Exciting to say the least. Worrying as well. Did she have what it took to take on an operation of this scale? Maybe. Only time would tell. And for now, she might be able to rest easy for a bit. And catch a breath, considering her lungs still burned from all the running she had done.
     
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    Eriana gave a small chuckle in return to Sylvie's joke. She liked being around the girl; she always made Eriana laugh. She hated being around men who always took things so seriously. Or maybe she just preferred the company of women in general. Eriana didn't know. Or question it.

    "Perhaps. Why don't we talk about it in my office?"

    With a gentle smile still on her face Eriana would begin the long walk back to the lift they'd taken to get to this floor. They'd rise up again, but not go so far as the warden's office. Hers, like many of the higher ranked members of the Grand Imperial Prison, was actually a rather cush kind of place. There were no decorations on the walls, so that was a little weird. But plenty of plants scattered about in the room to give it a more homely sort of vibe. There were three potted ones in the corners, two small ones on the desk, and a medium sized one on a side table.

    Walking in, Eriana neglected to hit the light switch so Sylvie would need to do that herself. It was so common for her not to do so when going in she hadn't even thought about the fact that Sylvie might not need the light. There were also no windows in the room, so any light they got was just from the hallway. Once the lights were on, the other Sith would be able to see more the decorum and also the width of the room too which was about the size of any normal living room. Large for an office, but then again she was upper management now.

    On the opposite side of her desk was a long couch which Eriana went to and plopped herself down on; kicking her feet over the armrest on one side. Across from that were two more comfy chairs, and a coffee table sitting between them. Eriana sighed and stared up at the ceiling with her eyes open, just blankly looking ahead. She blinked a few times then sighed again. It was clear she wanted to say something, but she was holding back. Or lost in thought. Either or.

    Finally she got the nerve to say something and would address what had gone down below, "I never thought a slaving ring would appear so close to home, you know? I know that the Imperium has slaves in several parts of the verse, but to think there would be something unaffiliated and financed by a third party. It makes one wonder....did the men upstairs know about this before hand?"
     
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    Sylvie couldn't exactly object much. She took the request more as an actual command, and followed after, not really considering the smile on Eriana's face, a rather rare sight in her opinion. Soon enough, they were in her slightly more comfortable office and she had taken a seat opposite the woman after managing to find the light switch. Oh, right. You're blind and stuff. Noted again. Sylvie sat silently for a while as Eriana found something to say, explaining her shock (or what Sylvie could only explain as shock) at the possible implications of their discovery.

    The Zeltron let herself think for a moment, leaning forward slightly. Was the Sith really discussing this with her or was this some kind of game she wa playing? Perhaps not. Perhaps so. Her only choice in this maze was to respond with the right answer, which was hopefully truth. Her skin released pheromones as she tried to speak.

    "I..find it troubling as well. We've..found a deeper case than I originally thought. And Ilum...that's still sticking with me."

    She didn't say why. It bugged her.
     
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    Sylvie would respond at first that she was agreeing with Eriana. Something troubled her. And Eriana could agree. There was something very suspicious going on and Eriana wanted to get to the bottom of it. But then, she said something that troubled her. Ilum? What did that have to do with it. Eriana turned her head, simply to try and hear her better. But it was obvious she had a confused look on her face.

    "What does Ilum have to do with it...?"
     
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    Sylvie shrugged. It wasn't like she wanted to explain a whole lot about what went down on her specific mission. It wasn't anything outstanding, aside from a couple nightmares for the weeks following. She brought that up more out of instinct than anything. In fact, it really just slipped out for no reason. No correlation to their current case, aside from past experience and relation. She blanked out for a moment, having understood Eriana's confusion.

    "I..nothing. Just my thoughts getting in the way. Haven't slept in a bit."

    Except...maybe it did. Sylvie doubted there were any significant conspiracies going on underneath them that was overly surprising.
    "Maybe it does have something to do with it...Ilum had a few...surprises on the assignment I had. I've been thinking about whether or not the highers knew anything about what I was getting in to."

    She assumed that Eriana could have guessed what happened from the post-mission reports. Then again, the Sith couldn't exactly read datapads from what Sylvie had learned the first time they had met. So maybe not.
     
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    As much as she wanted to be kind to her friend, she felt the need to get to the bottom of this situation. Sylvie pulled away, admitting that she wasn't thinking properly. Eriana would have loved to dive deeper into that issue for her own reasons. Maybe she'd let Eriana pluck around in her head after they solved this mystery. She then changed her mind again, explaining her reasoning to the blind Sith. Apparently on Ilum her companion experienced some issues. Eriana was given the debriefing of the missions, but she didn't think anything was out of the ordinary.

    Trying not to say anything cruel, she chose her words carefully and spoke slowly, "I think...that maybe you are overthinking this. Ilum...doesn't have any uh...people. To um...enslave? Yeah. I don't think the slave trade problem would extend that far out. Going to Ilum was of my own volition. It was....um...a good thought though?"

    She hoped Sylvie didn't think badly of her for correcting her on the issue. Whatever was going on, it was happening here, on Coruscant. And that's what troubled Eriana so much. Someone high up in the chain of command was allowing this to happen right on their own turf. And she was close to figuring out why. But what trouble would come to them once someone realized they were on the trail....
     
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    Sylvie could tell she was miles off topjc when Eriana went to correct her as kindly as possible. Which was pretty surprising, considering that she normally didn't get such a courtesy, much less expected one quite like it from a Force user. Not that it was unwelcome or anything. As for the mind probing, the Sith may have found a lot more disturbing in there than she would have first guessed. She giggled to herself and immediately shifted in her seat, attempting to make herself feel a little less embarrassed. Somebody was self-centered. And it certainly wasn't a Sith. She was a bit preoccupied with her own issues, so focusing on this case was tough. She'd have to pull through though.

    "Oh come on. Don't have to spice up your pointing out of my selfishness that much. Am I really so pretty that you need to be so kind?"

    Sylvie stuck out her tongue, then immediately tried to get her mind to focus on the task at hand, the wisecrack clearing her thoughts a bit. Somebody was stirring up trouble for Coruscant. Inside the Republica, as far as they knew. No surprise, really. Officers liked to be corrupt pieces of garbage sometimes. Part of the job description, probably.

    "So why exactly are we here besides for you to say that? I mean, corruption's pretty commonplace in the higher branches. Don't tell anyone I said that."
     
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    "My selfishness?" she asked back in confusion.

    Now what ever did Sylvie mean by that? The girl would then go on to tease Eriana about her prettiness, to which Eriana opened her mouth to say something, then closed it with a slight laugh. Her friend then stuck out her tongue which Eriana was oblivious to and she went back to being in thought.

    "I guess I wouldn't know would I?" she teased back at her own expense.

    Sylvie then, after thinking for a moment, would ask Eriana why they were even here. Eriana sighed and leaned back into the couch once more. She had a point though, corruption was everywhere. And even if they were to find the criminal at the head of this slave ring, another would just take his place. It's not like the two of them could stop slavery together. Though the thought would be nice.

    "Your secret is safe with me," Eriana said with another small chuckle. "But you have a point. Why are we here? I'd been given this file to simply shut me up. The warden didn't like me messing in his business. The fact we found anything at all is miraculous. So I want to get to the bottom of it. Even if it means arresting some noble sleemo. And, more to the point, even if it doesn't do much good in the grand scheme of things, I'll know that at least we didn't give up."
     
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    Sylvie wasn't exactly sure if her speech had come across as clearly as she had intended. The meaning seemed to have shifted slightly. Damn Basic. She shifted in her seat and then chuckled to herself. It was a little depressing that Eriana was willing to put herself down like that, and she hadn't exactly meant her quips like that. It was more of something insulting herself rather than the Sith. Which, once again, made her wonder why the woman hadn't taken to getting rid of her.

    "That's the most inspiring, uninspirational speech I've ever heard. Thank you."

    Sylvie sighed and pulled her cap off, legs shrinking up toward her body while she found a more comfortable position on the chair. She was tired. Probably too tired. Her mind was wandering places a bit. She didn't exactly like where it was going, either. Dangerous work environments sucked.