An Unlikely Alliance

[Miz]

The room was a blinding white light as Mizchno was strapped head to toe in the psych-ward. They had been keeping him in solitary confinement for several days before they released him into the courtyard for his hour of sunshine. But even then, the Codru-ji was under strict surveillance. Today they force fed him his meal. Nothing special just some raw nutrients from the food synthesizer. After the meal they injected him with a multitude of medications and anti-bodies. Pointy things mostly. At this point they were experimenting on the Sith rather than trying to treat it.

Even the force became dull in his mind the more they experimented on him. His memories began to fade, but his training persisted. He remembers the anger and pride that filled his life - the hatred that kept him going even to this moment. Though most of all he remembered patience. He still had his two arms concealed within his abdomen and had been registered as a regular human by the doctors that failed to do a simple background check.

As the robotic arm came closer to his mouth to force feed him another injection, Mizchno's arms sprang out from inside of him, ripping the robotic arm from its socket before unfastening his own bindings. Flashing red lights filled the air as the hospital went into high alert. The Sith peeled the door open by use of the force gaining him entrance to the rest of the facility and to exact revenge against his captors.

@Emerald Iris

 

[Emerald Iris]

The Force was mysterious at the best of times, misleading at the worst of times, and sometimes, like today, it was absolutely confusing. Sionann couldn't help but wonder what the message was that she was receiving from the ever present power that guided her in life. She had arrived on a new world not too long after duel with the Sith chasing a familiar dark presence that she hadn't felt in some time by now. It was misguided, at least the last time she felt it, she knew it would be different this time. Unfinished business had to be resolved

The feeling had lead her to a hospital, where it became strongest. The sage knight was dressed her usual exotic garb, blue long boots occasionally peaking out from her heavy dark brown cloak. She kept her hood up an head down, knowing the Ghost Avril waiting in orbit nearby in case a hastily escape needed to be made. Sionann had become much more adept at masquerading her presence both in person and in the Force. Her silence and tall height kept virtually anyone from bothering her, and if that was not enough the aggression in the Force was certainly a way to keep a wide berth. That was when the alarms sounded.

Security began to move almost as quickly as the place began to lock itself down, just as Sionann made her way into the psych-ward, the doors slammed shut behind her, and the ones in front of her blast open with pressure from the Force. She had found her presence, the fallen Jedi Mizchno.

"Well, this is certainly a surprise," Sionann couldn't help but remark when she saw the Crusader appear from the doorway. "It appears we meet again."

She let the threatening stance through the Force die down while her azure eyes looked up to meet him. Sionann was uncertain what the fallen Jedi would do, but she waited to see how he would react at this point, though time was of the essence, a moment or two to exchange formalities was certainly allowed.

 

[Miz]

Well damn, Mizchno thought to himself as the Jedi caught herself within his periphery. He was well on his way to seek revenge on his captors until she rudely interrupted. Has his force ability been so diluted that he could not sense her presence? It had been the Jedi Knight, Sionaan a tall warrior he met when he was betrayed above Tatooine or some other desert world. He had first thought it was some random Jedi until her voice confirmed his suspicion. Her skill in the force was impressive, but not enough to stop him from escaping. Fighting her right now would be unwise in the Sith's weakened state. Especially when she had her weapons and he did not.

He could tell that he was in this cage for a while now. His blonde hair sprung from his scalp even though he had dyed it black not long ago.

"What do you want?" Mizchno asked still facing the wall adjacent to her.

Even if she continued to speak, he would not look at her. One, he'd have to look up at her which he didn't feel comfortable doing anyway. And two, because he refused to show her any nicety in the slightest. If she wanted a fight then he'd lose. If she wanted to take him to the Jedi, he'd refuse.

"I hope you don't plan on lecturing me like you did last time."