Ask Fanged Rebellion

[Sol Kenuk]

With the shopkeeper bolting, and his Sith companion insuring that all entrances were promptly locked, Sol could finally release his hold on the fur covered woman, letting her drop to the chair that Anzijj had snatched with a small thump. He is of course gentle enough to avoid causing further injury, considering that the goal was interrogation for now. The words of the other Champion ring clear within the Kel'dor's mind however, and he does find himself nodding with quiet agreement. There was no real point in waiting for the wolf to wake up from her little nap.

"I see no further usefulness from her." The Kel'dor shrugs. It was a bit of a lie, in truth. Sparing the wolf might mean that she ran to her fellow rebels and told them to stand down. It wasn't really worth the risk, though, nor the effort, or the time. As patient as Sol was, the wounds to his back were agitating, and he didn't care for waiting around much longer. "Let us take what we need. The names of the rebel leathers are Aranas and Khar. We need their location." The Kel'dor reminds. If they both had the same, clear goal in mind, then this would be a far easier process. With the location of the rebel leaders, they could cut the heads off the hydra, as it were.

With that in mind, Sol closes his eyes, focuses on the chill of hateful ice beneath his skin, the anger that boiled deep within his blood. Darkness surges from his spirit, pulses through his mind, and the Kel'dor forms that wicked probe with all the brutality of what he intended to do. Sol directs the force toward the Shistavanen's mind, and allows himself to hesitate for just a moment to insure that Anzijj was right there along with him. Together, they would take what they needed, even if it destroyed all that the she-wolf was.

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[Anzijj]

"Wonderful." Anzijj approached the female, placed a single finger on the matted fur on her forehead, and closed her eyes. Green ichor manifested in her palm and extended out down her finger and into the mind of their captive, brute forcing its way in alongside Sol.

Aranas and Khar. She needed to find their locations. Alongside Sol, Anzijj ripped through the pages of the dog's memory book, unconcerned for any damage this may cause to the woman's mind. With the two of them working together, they zeroed in on the two people in mind. With the names now in hand, they could tear apart the file system, ripping out folders until they found everyone they needed to know about the rebel leaders.

Anzijj found a handful of potential locations, but the most enticing tidbit was the home address of Aranas. Apparently, the jewelry stand owner not only knew where the rebel leader lived, but knew the names of his kids and where he worked too. Anzijj continued to dig for more info on the man while Sol, hopefully, got what he could about Khar.

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[Sol Kenuk]

Alongside Anzijj, it seemed the two were an unstoppable force to be reckoned with. The Shistavanen's mind was more akin to a murky pool, and they were diving head first into it's depths. Memories of Aranas flashes across the Kel'dor's mind, but as Anzijj hunted down every last scrap of information in regards to that man, Sol shifted his focus to Khar. The name echoes through his thoughts, forms the point of his probe as he rips into the mind of the victim with little care for any damage done.

There, it seemed, he had found a lead. Khar was an isolationist, through and through. But while he predictably distrusted outsiders, it seemed he was equally distant from his fellow wolves. Only a single location drifts into view, a cabin in the misty woods, well beyond the outskirts of the city. Sol knows easily enough through the thoughts of the one he now tore through, this was Khar's home, but more than that, it was a base of operations, a center-point for all rebel communication, tucked far from prying eyes.

It seemed that their captured Shistavanen was a little more than the average rebel, this was someone with ties to those in power. With the information they needed now gained, Sol retreats from the mind of the wolf and back into his own. A tiredness drags at his limbs, fogs his thoughts, but Sol shakes himself free of the fatigue, of the pain of his injuries that only served to bolster the weakness. There was no time for rest when the two Sith were so close.

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