Open Dromund Kaas Mind Wars

[Severus Creed]

(OOC: Open to Sith. Trying to see if my emotionally damaged Padawan can resist the Dark Side.)

A cold shiver that run up and down the Padawan's spine pulled Severus awake on a cold metal floor. His entire body ached- especially his right leg. When he went to rub it however, all his hands could touch was a nub where his foreleg should've been. Realization struck the young Padawan, remembering the failed battle he had with the Sith invasion on Wayland. Did they win? Was Severus Creed's attempt in stopping Aziz in vain? What of Toki and the other Jedi Knights?

When the Padawan finally had the strength to keep his heavy eyes opened long enough gather info on where he was kept, he found himself to be locked away behind a red ray-shield in some sort of interrogation cell. Dread filled the Padawan as he began spiraling through multiple scenarios in which he and his fellow Jedi had been captured or even killed. Worry and shame gripped him once again- the same he felt in the gardens of the Jedi Temple on Yavin IV with the Grandmaster. He was not ready to become a Jedi Knight, and as such, he must have doomed his friends.

No! Severus told himself. I...I can't think like that...Not the time. In fact, he couldn't think much of anything due to his extreme fatigue. He wanted to go back to sleep, but wasn't quite satisfied with the hospitality shown to the prisoner of war. Though, in hindsight, this probably wasn't going to ever be comfortable for any enemy of the Sith. Especially a Jedi.

 

[Poothaniel]

So, Poothaniel was assigned to guard this cell with some Jedi padawan someone decide to snatch off Wayland for some reason. Unfortunately, Poothaniel had somehow managed to get himself stuck inside.

He had shoved himself into the far corner and had thus far avoided being seen by the padawan. Poothaniel wasn't sure how long it would take for the kid to notice the three-foot-something wermal twidling his thumbs, but he was certainly nervous. That wasn't good, because Poothaniel got the nervous toots.

Squeeee!​

Poothaniel's one blue eye widened all the way as his gaseous organ expelled a stream of noxious gas from his behind. Unless Severus covered that big old human mouth of his, he would be in for a "treat." Rotten garbage, day-old Pootalina laundry, pond sludge—it was worse than all of that.

@Charles @Mr. Teatime

 

[Ashla Ti]

Ashla first try at a game of rock paper scissors had not ended well, and she had ended up the unfortunate one who had to play out their little prank. This was very much not what she had expected when she had decided to mingle with some of the other acolytes who lived in her dorm.

All she had to do was deliver food to the prison cell, and so she walked carefully towards the cell where the Jedi was being held. Ashla had checked the security footage at the guard station, and had spotted the second figure inside the cell, not aware that it was another acolyte who had accidentally locked himself in. Cursing the other acolytes for their incompetence, she had asked the guard for another tray of food and was now carrying them both towards the cell.

The smell hit her before she reached the cell, and it was with some effort that she kept a straight face. "Your food," she said as she slid both trays under the bars, "eat up." It was simple fare, a loaf of bread, some soup, and a block of cheese. But the cheese was moldy, the bread was crusty, and one of the servings of soup was spiked with laxatives. That, apparently, was the sort of prank they wanted to play on the Jedi, feed him food that would make him shit his pants. Unfortunately, Ashla had asked for another tray of food, and while passing out the plates she had handed the Jedi the fresh, untainted tray she had asked for. So while the Jedi was saved from one misfortune, something much worse might be headed his way.

"Someone will be back in an hour for the plates." With that she turned around and left, eager to get out and get a breath of fresh air.

@Charles @lizziie

 

[Lazarus Dantes]

It was Lazarus unfortunate task to go check on the newly arrived prisoner. He and the other Champions had played a quick game of “nose goes.” Unfamiliar with this activity Lazarus was the last to touch his nose. Thus the duty of checking on the prisoner fell to him. He stood at the top of the stairs. The faint smell of what can only be described as death wafted into his nostrils. Was this some form of interrogation that the Sith were using? The smell cause his face to distort with disgusts. He began to descend the stairs. The stench grew stronger with each step he took. He saw a young Togruta acolyte traversing the stairs in the opposite direction of himself. He made eye contact with her. The look in Lazarus eyes communicated the question of “What is going on down there?”

Only a few from the bottom of the stairs and Lazarus began to cough. The smell was so bad it made breathing difficult. He doubled over coughing and struggling for breath. After regaining his composure he proceeded to the end of the stairs and to the cell where the young Jedi was being kept. Why they had spared the padawan was a mystery to Lazarus. The Jedi didn’t seem worth the trouble, but perhaps his superiors knew something that he did not.

As he approached the cell his eyes began to water as if he was cutting onions, except there were no onions in sight. Upon arriving at the cell, through the red tint of the ray-shield, Lazarus saw the source of the stench. There in the corner of the dank prison cell, it was the Wermal acolyte that had been put in charge of guarding the prisoner. Had Poothaniel tapped into an unheard of force power? An interesting tactic that the Wermal had come up with, locking himself in with the Jedi. Perhaps the acolyte had been put in charge of interrogation.

Coughing, Lazarus began to speak to the Jedi. “I trust that you’re finding your accommodations to your liking?” Lazarus didn’t know how the Jedi was still conscious with such noxious fumes. “Now, are you ready to talk?”

@Wit @lizziie @Charles

 

[Severus Creed]

Severus wasn't prepared for the rancid stench that found it's way up his nose. He wanted to throw up- but there was nothing in his system to flush out. So, he gagged and gagged, trying to muster up the strength to use Areokinesis to purify the air around him but the overwhelming nauseating smell made it impossible to focus on anything besides the smell itself. He got a glance of a single eyeball in the corner and made the connection that he was roommates with a Wermal. A damn Wermal.

That's when some Togrutan chick came to serve him food. The Sith really were despicable! Yes, Severus had been hungry- but after the Wermal let out Hurricane P.U., Severus had wanted to rather die or not be able to taste or smell. Severus covered his nose, but the disgusting taste in the air was probably worse than the smell.

"J-just...huoog...Take the plate now, while you're at- HooOuuuug...While you're at it, smart ass!" Severus cursed sliding the plate back to the door. But by now, the Togrutan was gone and a man was standing in her place making more smart-ass remarks regarding Severus' prison stay.

"I...cannot talk...with that...thing...still in here..." He uttered, his mixture of negative emotions showing in his tone of voice.

@Wit @lizziie @logn2665

 

[Destrus]

Destrus moved through the metal hallways of the facility to where the newly acquired prisoner was being held. A Jedi. His yellow eyes burned with a mixture of excitement and anger. He was happy to have a Jedi in his grasp, but just the thought of a Jedi made him aggressive. He wished he could wrap his hands around the Jedi prisoner and watch as the life left his eyes. He wanted nothing more than to take the Warblade from his back and plunge it into his enemy. But not yet. Not until he could talk to the boy.

Destrus stood in front of the ray shield, his arms crossed in front of him. "I can remove that creature for you, but you must answer my questions, Jedi."

He pressed a combination of buttons on a nearby console, and the red ray shield dropped before him. He looked to the human standing next to him, staring him right into the eyes. "Re-activate the ray shield once I go in. I'll talk to the boy, you stand watch and ensure he doesn't try anything."

Destrus stepped into the room, ready for the next step in his plan.

 

[Poothaniel]

"I am NOT a thing!" Poothaniel protested. He didn't know many things, but he knew that he was not a thing. He was a Wermal, and that meant he was a person just like everyone else. "Hiiii-yAAA!" Fueled by his indignation of being referred to as a "thing," Poothaniel began with a series of events.

The first thing he did was jump vertically into the air. Next, he clenched his cheeks, rolled his stomach, and gathered the Force into his body. That was followed by a push, which caused the gathered Force to expel rapidly from his behind. It propelled him forward like a projectile weapon while also releasing another noxious stream of gas comparable only to hot sewage or the "juice" at the bottom of a trash bin. He then swung his leg forward and braced for impact as his foot was aimed right for Severus' back. This all occurred within the span of two or three seconds.

Should this attack of revenge for the sake of his pride miss, Poothaniel would be on a straight path to barrel right into Destrus instead.

The smell in the room was now so bad that remaining in the tainted air in an enclosed room now put any humanoids in danger of passing out.

 

[Destrus]

The incoming attack from Poothaniel came as a shock to Destrus. He had been keeping his guard up to intercept any attacks from the prisoner, but not from one of his own. The attack wasn't targetted directly at Destrus, but would surely come his way if the Jedi decided to move out of the way. Destrus was not one to shy away from violence, but this act of aggression angered him. He wanted to put up a front in front of the young Jedi, to give him an offer that he couldn't refuse. But now, he and his fellow Sith seemed like fools.

Destrus held his anger back, but extended a hand and reached out with the force. All he wanted was to give a slight shove to the incoming Poothaniel. To move him ever so slightly to miss both Severus and himself. Though feeling anger inside, he wielded the force here as delicately as he could. It was evident by his extended hand that he was doing something, but the move was so slight that if Poothaniel missed, it could even look like he did it all on his own.

"Enough! I wish to talk to the prisoner. Stop making a fool out of yourself."

@Poothaniel @Severus Creed

 

[Lazarus Dantes]

Another Sith had come to join the little party that was taking place. At Destrus’ for the ray-shield to be reactivated Lazarus nodded in confirmation doing his best not to speak if not needed. The air down here had a foul taste to it thanks to Poothaniel. As the Zabrak stepped into the cell Lazarus took a few steps over to the console and entered the code to reactivate the ray-shield.

The moment the ray-shield was up Poothaniel went on the attack. In a matter of seconds the air in the prison became thick with the gaseous fumes coming from the small Sith. Lazarus reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief and held it against his nose and face in an effort to minimize the malodourous gas that was entering his body though his nostrils and mouth.

Lazarus began taking a few steps back, keeping his eyes on the action, but also not wanting to be any closer than necessary to the source of the evil stench. He made it to the base of the stairs where he began getting light headed. He sat on the steps thinking that this was close enough should the other two Sith need assistance with the one legged Jedi.

@Gothamis @lizziie @Charles @Wit

 

[Severus Creed]

Do to Severus' lack of a foreleg, who was not able to dodge out of the way from the Wermal. However, the Padawan's temper had reached it's limit, so when the Wermal flew into him, the black-haired Force user caught the Wermal's leg, twisted it, and pinned him into to the ground. But before Severus could get any good hits of his own on the one-eyed wonder, another wave of putrid smell swam up his nostrils causing him to heave over and gag.

By the Force! Was this hell ever going to end? Was Severus to die to this potentially toxic gas that was destroying his taste and smell by the second? The Sith interrogator who wanted to ask questions was probably going to be the last thing Severus saw.

"I...told you! HoooUUUuuugg...Get the...Wer- HOOuuug -Wermal outta here!" Severus demanded, doing his best to keep his insides from barreling out of his mouth.

@lizziie @logn2665 @Gothamis

 

[Destrus]

Destrus took note of Severus' face as he dealt with the incoming Wermal. There was emotion. Lots of it. That wasn't the Jedi way. But it was the way of the Sith. Destrus had been feeding on his emotions as a source of his power for years. If he could teach that to this boy, well, he could bring him right to his side. He'd fall to the Dark just as so many do, and be a servant of the Sith Eternal. But more importantly, a servant to Destrus himself.

"I'm sorry, my child. Acolyte Poothaniel, you've made your point. Our guest is made uncomfortable by your presence. Please leave us here to talk."

Destrus' calm behavior was not like him at all. Usually, Destrus fed on his emotions to get what he wanted. This time, however, he had to act differently. To appeal to the Jedi, he'd have to appear as a friend. As the only one that could help him out of his situation. But Destrus had a plan. The Wermal Acolyte was getting in the way, but he'd quickly be gone. If not, he'd incur Destrus' full wrath. But with him out, he'd finally be able to talk to Severus. And that's all he needed for his plan to succeed.

@Severus Creed @Lazarus Dantes @Poothaniel @Ashla Ti

 

[Poothaniel]

Severus caught him by the leg and pinned him down, but Poothaniel's stink caused him to heave over and gag. Poothaniel took the opportunity to start kicking wildly with his heavy little legs, sending blows to Severus' chest, face, and torso.

"Take that! TAKE THAT!"​

The freaky Zabrak didn't seem pleased about Poothaniel's self-defense though. That pissed Poothaniel off! Was he not allowed to defend his honor? No Jedi could throw insults upon his sticky flesh and get away with it!

"Him? Uncomfortable? He called me a THING! ReeeEEEEE!"​

The wermal would either launch up at Severus or toward him, depending on if the Jedi dodged his ultra-super-speed kicks or not while releasing the most ear-piercing screech ever known to any man present. His mouth opened wide (his breath smelling of trash) as he tried to bite deep into Severus's shoulder. He could easily be shaken or pushed off, but his attack was incredibly quick for a thing so small and heavy.

 

[Destrus]

"ENOUGH!"

Destrus' temper had finally reached its boiling point. He had given the Wermal Acolyte several warnings, but the Sith would not listen. Finally willing to enter the fray, Destrus' plan changed slightly. "Defend the boy," he told himself. He wanted to appear as a friend to the Jedi prisoner, and his original way of doing so would be to abide by the boy's requests. But with the Wermal ruining his plan, Destrus had to adapt. He drew his enchanted warblade from his back and rushed forward, stepping directly in front of the young Jedi.

Destrus grabbed Poothaniel by his disgusting flesh and used his strength to pin him to a wall. Little damage was done, but Destrus followed up this move by holding his blade to the Wermal's neck. He had ripped Poothaniel off of Severus' shoulder, looking the difficult Sith acolyte directly in the eye.

"I told you that I wish to speak to the boy. Disobey me again, and you won't live to see the end of our conversation."