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When Sigal finally regained consciousness it was with a pained, barely audible groan. Discomfort blossomed with each movement, but the Hapan was determined to sit herself up; lying on the cold metal surface of the ship's hall had made her joints stiff and her muscles sore. The tight bindings which restrained her certainly didn't improve her welfare either. She stilled for a moment, listening attentively with instinctual preservation; she sensed no immediate threats within the vicinity, though she could still choke on the Sith's lingering aura. He was still on the ship, which meant she was still in danger.
With laboured dexterity and strained manoeuvring, Sigal edged the dagger from her boot until she could grasp it firmly within her hand. Cutting her bonds and ridding herself of the makeshift blindfold, she quickly scanned her surroundings. Artificial lights blinded her at first, eliciting a hiss from the sensitive Hapan. Her hand moved to shield her eyes but even their touch caused her pain. The beast had struck her with tremendous force, just the sheer memory was enough to enflame Sigal with bitter anger. She could feel the broken skin of her cheek, crusted with dried blood; by now the wound was enflamed and bruise, unsightly as the body began its natural healing process. If not for fear of her own life, Sigal would have no doubt ravaged and raged at the slight - but there were more pressing matters to attend. She had to survive. She had to escape.
Sigal quickly retrieved her comlink from her boot though she wasn't sure how strong the signal would be travelling through hyperspace.
"Come on, come on." She muttered in a fevered hush, looking nervously around periodically as she did so. "This is a message to any frequencies and open channels. This is Jedi Sigal Adi Chume'da; I have been taken hostage by a hostile enemy. If anyone can hear me-"
The comlink flew out of her hands, compacting and breaking into a crumpled mess as it did so. In the doorway, stood the horn headed sith. The comlink, now crushed and warped beyond use, twiddled in his fingers.
"It's no use, little Jedi" The Sith spoke softly as he absently regarded the broken device between his fingers. "No one is coming to help you and no one is coming to save you. You have been... abandoned." He let the ruined mechanism fall to the floor as he slowly advanced, relishing each thunderous step he took. His sneer only deepened as Sigal slowly backed away, brandishing her dagger in futile resistance. "Now, now. Don't make me have to punish you again. I won't be so gentle..." He grinned, reaching to touch Sigal's enflamed, swollen cheek.
But the proud Hapan lashed out, slicing the tip of Zabrak's fingers in blatant defiance. She would not cower before her enemies. More importantly, she needed to buy herself time, think of plan. ""My master...Valen, he will find me. And he will stop you...The children. What were your plans for them? Can't find someone your own size so you decide to pick on someone weaker? Using slavers no less to do your dirty work..."
But the Sith merely chuckled at her words, seeming amused with the situation. "You know nothing. But soon all will become clear. For now, I suggest you prepare yourself, little Jedi..." the tips of the Sith's fingers began to glow with devilish lightning.
Sigal tensed, letting out a shaky, apprehensive exhale. "For what?" She remembered the bitter sting of electrical currents, their paralysing ability to rob one's body of control. All that it gave in return was pain and agony. The Sith practically licked his lips in delight.
"One can no step foot on Malachor without some...preparation. The pain shall strengthen you." The sparking tendrils on his fingertips only grew, until finally, he unleashed the storm onto the awaiting Hapan. "Hold nothing back, pretty Jedi. I want your master to feel this. We have time, let's not waste it." He chuckled, greatly entertained by the girl's stubborn refusal to scream. She held a degree of resilience, given her somewhat dainty appearance. Beneath the beauty was tenacity; something which he would enjoy breaking, almost as much as he would enjoy savour Valen's own suffering.
@Valen Pelora
With laboured dexterity and strained manoeuvring, Sigal edged the dagger from her boot until she could grasp it firmly within her hand. Cutting her bonds and ridding herself of the makeshift blindfold, she quickly scanned her surroundings. Artificial lights blinded her at first, eliciting a hiss from the sensitive Hapan. Her hand moved to shield her eyes but even their touch caused her pain. The beast had struck her with tremendous force, just the sheer memory was enough to enflame Sigal with bitter anger. She could feel the broken skin of her cheek, crusted with dried blood; by now the wound was enflamed and bruise, unsightly as the body began its natural healing process. If not for fear of her own life, Sigal would have no doubt ravaged and raged at the slight - but there were more pressing matters to attend. She had to survive. She had to escape.
Sigal quickly retrieved her comlink from her boot though she wasn't sure how strong the signal would be travelling through hyperspace.
"Come on, come on." She muttered in a fevered hush, looking nervously around periodically as she did so. "This is a message to any frequencies and open channels. This is Jedi Sigal Adi Chume'da; I have been taken hostage by a hostile enemy. If anyone can hear me-"
The comlink flew out of her hands, compacting and breaking into a crumpled mess as it did so. In the doorway, stood the horn headed sith. The comlink, now crushed and warped beyond use, twiddled in his fingers.
"It's no use, little Jedi" The Sith spoke softly as he absently regarded the broken device between his fingers. "No one is coming to help you and no one is coming to save you. You have been... abandoned." He let the ruined mechanism fall to the floor as he slowly advanced, relishing each thunderous step he took. His sneer only deepened as Sigal slowly backed away, brandishing her dagger in futile resistance. "Now, now. Don't make me have to punish you again. I won't be so gentle..." He grinned, reaching to touch Sigal's enflamed, swollen cheek.
But the proud Hapan lashed out, slicing the tip of Zabrak's fingers in blatant defiance. She would not cower before her enemies. More importantly, she needed to buy herself time, think of plan. ""My master...Valen, he will find me. And he will stop you...The children. What were your plans for them? Can't find someone your own size so you decide to pick on someone weaker? Using slavers no less to do your dirty work..."
But the Sith merely chuckled at her words, seeming amused with the situation. "You know nothing. But soon all will become clear. For now, I suggest you prepare yourself, little Jedi..." the tips of the Sith's fingers began to glow with devilish lightning.
Sigal tensed, letting out a shaky, apprehensive exhale. "For what?" She remembered the bitter sting of electrical currents, their paralysing ability to rob one's body of control. All that it gave in return was pain and agony. The Sith practically licked his lips in delight.
"One can no step foot on Malachor without some...preparation. The pain shall strengthen you." The sparking tendrils on his fingertips only grew, until finally, he unleashed the storm onto the awaiting Hapan. "Hold nothing back, pretty Jedi. I want your master to feel this. We have time, let's not waste it." He chuckled, greatly entertained by the girl's stubborn refusal to scream. She held a degree of resilience, given her somewhat dainty appearance. Beneath the beauty was tenacity; something which he would enjoy breaking, almost as much as he would enjoy savour Valen's own suffering.
@Valen Pelora
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