The prison cell that the Ranger had been taken to was aboard one of the many ships that the Sith had granted to the Mandalorians to begin their crusade against the Jedi anew. It was not the ship that carried the Mand'alor and, as such, it was lower on the priority list when it came to ensuring that the crew was loyal to Mandalore first and the Sith a distant second. Because of this, it was Sith Troopers entrusted with the protection of the prisoner and it would be they he saw first upon awaking.
Arthos would be shortly behind, the door opening to admit the Vizsla as the Weequay would be coming to his senses to find himself mostly healed - his hands bound together by durasteel cuffs. He watched for a moment before gesturing to the Sith troopers with a nod of his head.
"Leave us."
There was a second where the Troopers seemed to hesitate, as if to question him, before they both saluted with hands to their chests and filed out of the room. Arthos hated how they thought saluting properly would endear them to him. He eyed the Ranger in front of him for a moment before moving over to sit at one side of the desk built into the room.
He gestured to Bak-Ru to take the seat opposite him.
The silence that followed for a few beats could be excused as an intimidation technique but, really, it was just Arthos trying to figure out what to say first. He had never done anything like this before. What was he supposed to say to a captured foe? His clan had never taught him that - his clan had told him he would be a failure if he did not execute any captured foes on the spot.
But he was not his clan.
"What's your name, Ranger?"
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