Darth Kravos
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Darth Kravos made his way down the hallway of the base on Ziost. The seat of the Imperial military was well-defended enough that there wouldn't be anyone coming to save the two Jedi. They had been delivered to the Empire after the fight on Makeb. Jedi delivered to the Sith was something that the Dark Lord had personally taken interest in.
Each of the prisoners had been strapped to an interrogation table, side by side, with shock restraints around hands, feet, and neck. Any attempt to use the Force would be quickly and brutally cut off with several million volts. It could distract or it could kill. Whatever he needed and controlled either by his own device or the guard outside and out of sight.
Percival and Thrash. A man and a woman who were now at the mercy of the Empire. What happened to them would be... well, it would be up to them. There was a version of this where they could both go home, there was a version of this where they were both turned into vegetables, and there was a version of this where they both died.
The Dark Lord paused outside the room before making his way inside. He was dressed in his full gear and his saber hidden under his robes. He could immediately see the variety of interrogation utensils and drugs laid out on the table where the prisoners couldn't see.
Shall we begin? he asked as he made his way in. There was no point in introductions. They knew who he was and he had read what information there was about them.
I'm going to be as direct about this as I can be. I'm going to ask questions, and you will answer them truly and fully. I will know if you are lying and none of your thoughts are hidden from my sight. If you answer my questions in full and truthfully, then you may be able to leave here alive, he said. He didn't want to give this spiel, but somehow he had the feeling that these two were going to try a lot of Jedi-grandstanding.
I will get the information out of you even if I have to rip your minds apart to get it, but I'd prefer to save myself time and I'm sure you'd rather save your minds, he said, looking to them for some sort of indication that they understood what he was saying. He could sense their thoughts, fleeting and otherwise, and no matter how much they may try, shielding their minds from someone like him was all but impossible. @Aurius Pheonix @Faded Truth