Pass The Whip

[EmilyHuene]

Valor Medical Bay

~Space Station Orbiting Korriban~

@EmilyHuene ; @+SpaceJesus+​

The Sith war was raging throughout the galaxy. The war machine had turned its eyes on Onderon where two Sith sisters had recently finished their attack. The two girls, Clara and Bellatrix Ra'Kul, flew down to the town of North Reachtail and began their rampage. They were met by two Jedi warriors who quickly wound up crossing blades. One of the Jedi, a redhead named Sarabi, took on Bellatrix all her own. She put up a worthy fight, but in the end fell to the cruel sword of the Sith. The nineteen year old girl was badly wounded, but in a strange turn of events Bellatrix spared her life. The misguided teen decided to keep Sarabi as her own, much like a pet. The two Sith then returned to their ship where Sarabi was put in a medical pod until she could be properly treated. From there, they headed back to Korriban.

After her surgeries, Sarabi was escorted down into the lower floors where they kept their patients with either mental issues or those that were simply a danger to themselves or others. It was the perfect place to keep the Jedi. Though the Sith wished to take her back to their own prisons, Clara refused to give the girl up. Her sister had captured her all on her own and the two would watch over her custody. Even still, the Sith needed information and Sarabi was not talking. The girl claimed to not know anything, and had already resisted some pretty strong tortures. They needed a new angle, and Clara was not a patient woman.

The two sisters had since removed their armor, so they were now in their street clothes. Like always, Clara was dressed in her white military coat with gold and blue trimmings. It ended in a short skirt, but was complimented with tall boots that came just past the knee, so there was only about an inch or so of skin actually showing. On her hip was her prized weapon: a metal katana-style sword with white hilt and sheath. Bellatrix too always carried her weapon with her, though hers was on her back. Where Clara's was thin and long, Bellatrix's blade was wide and tall. The blade itself was made of a red metal and curved slightly. The hilt was rounded and Bellatrix often swung the blade around her wrist like a hoop. This gave it a deadly spin which also allowed her to throw the blade like a fan.

The younger Ra'Kul was a dangerous woman, but had not quite grown into herself yet. She too wore a school outfit, but it wasn't as modest as Clara's. Though, since she was younger it really wasn't deemed as anything inappropriate. The shirt ended just after her chest so it showed off her midriff. The outfit also had a skirt which was held in place by suspenders from the top. The other biggest difference in their clothing was that Bellatrix did not wear boots like her sister, so her legs were also showing. Lastly, even though both girls had black hair, Bellatrix had a lock of hair in her bangs that was red, a trait she'd inherited from her mother. The two were so similar in appearances, Bellatrix looked just like Clara did when she was that age. But as Bellatrix would grow up, she'd start exhibiting more facial features that resembled her mother, whereas Clara had taken more from her father. Which was ironic since Clara hated her father with an undying passion.

 

[+SpaceJesus+]

Vlatkat knew people like this. Those who clung to their sickeningly ignorant beliefs even in the face of such adversity. It was a strange thing, really, how determined fools could be. Admirable, he thought, though misplaced. Some said that you couldn't reason with fools, or question their foolishness without cementing their incomprehensible mistakes within their brains. That was the problem. It was perfectly possible to reason with fools, most people just didn't reason with them at all. They tried to force them out of their faults, to make them into something that they weren't through hard logic and reasoning that couldn't be comprehended by someone who had been alienated to reality. The truth was, fools were not something that existed within the Galaxy. Deep down, men and women knew when they are wrong. You just have to find that part of them and exploit it.

Vlatkat strode into the chamber slowly at first, cloaked in white. His pale nautolan skin glistened against the harsh lighting of the room, which poured over him like a searchlight that illuminated a dark and horrid night. His deep red eyes shone unnervingly, as they always did, and yet radiated the kind of concern a professor might have shown in seeing the dropping scores of a prized student. He paused for a moment, looking over his subject with impunity. He paid little mind to the others in the room. This was all about Sarabi. This was her moment. He stepped methodically over to a small table to the left of the door, which contained a pitcher of water. He clasped it in his hand, and looked back over to where she lay. "It does pain me to see this, honestly. It always does." He walked over to her, pouring a bit of the water into a wooden cup. "I admire do admire your persistence, but I can't help but feel that this is all very unwise of you." He tipped the cup up to her lips, offering her a drink. She had been deprived of sustinence for some time now. It was pitiful the state that they had put her in, and yet here she was defiant as ever. How inappropriate.

 

[EmilyHuene]

Vlatkat would notice several things when he entered the small room where Sarabi was being kept. First, the elder sister was leaning against the wall just left of the door. She did not seem surprised that the man had come up to the door or come inside; he may have felt her Force presence acknowledging him the closer he got to them anyways. Clara would however, turn her head to look at him and eye his appearence. She also looked for any sort of weapons the man carried and would determine if he was a threat from there.

The second thing he would notice was Bellatrix. She was sitting in the middle of the room, legs crossed, and staring at the third person in the room. Sarabi was the third thing in the room he'd see, and probably the most important. She was sitting down against the wall, her long red hair was covering her face from the awkward angle she was holding her head. The girl was strapped in a straitjacket, a personal request from Clara. One could say it was a manifestation of her own fear, a fetish, her sadism, or maybe a combination of the above. No one would really know except Clara. Sarabi's legs and feet were left alone, but her ankles where held by shackles so she couldn't attempt to kick anyone. Lastly, the poor girl had a Force-negating collar around her neck, a slave collar. As humiliating as the fact was, it had only begun as a precaution for the doctors and visitors of sorts.

When the door opened, Bellatrix would turn to see who it was and stand to her feet. She was about to say something to him, but the man walked straight to the small table that was set up with a pitcher. The girl would tilt her head like a confused pup as she tried to understand what his reasoning was. It was rather rude of him to not say hello, or even ask if he might take his turn against the prisoner. It was her toy after all.

"It does pain me to see this, honestly. It always does. I admire do admire your persistence, but I can't help but feel that this is all very unwise of you."

Sarabi's parched lips gratefully accepted the water, not that really had much strength left to fight back if she wished anyways. Her eyes were closed, one of which swollen shut by an obvious blow to the head. There was also a cut across her forehead and another small one on her lip. Her hair was sticky, both from sweat as well as her own dried blood. When he finished giving her the water her head would droop back down like she didn't have the energy to even hold it up. Maybe it was true, she was exhausted, but it was also a feeble attempt at saying she had no reason to even try.

"She hasn't talked since we brought her down here," the elder sister would say in a thick core accent. "She's told us some about her life as a Jedi, though she refuses to call herself as such. She claims she was never part of their ranks so she doesn't know anything important."

"That's why you're here," the younger of the two would then add. "You're going to make her talk so I can take her home and play with her."

"Bellatrix, we're not staying," she would say.

The younger sibling turned and gasped, "No way! This is my pet. I claimed her. She belongs to me."

"I have no idea when the Sith will release her into our custody and I don't plan on waiting here much longer."

"Well I'm staying!" the girl would say with a grunt and stomp her foot.

Clara waved her hand back and forth like she didn't care, "Suit yourself. You can find your own ride home then." She would then stand upright and begin to leave through the door, leaving Bellatrix behind. The girl stayed true to her word that she would stay as she angrily stared her sister down until the closed door separated them. Then, not a moment later she would spin on her heel and address the man in the room.

"Sal-u-tations," she said happily as she enunciated every syllable of the word separately. "I'm Bellatrix Ra'Kul."

 

[+SpaceJesus+]

Vlatkat raised an eyebrow as the two bantered back and forth. So they were some of those kind of Sith. Well then, he supposed, this would be interesting. Perhaps she wasn't a Jedi. She sure felt like one. They all had a similar aura to them. A kind of gentleness and passive nature that ran through their surroundings. But it was more than that. Within that aura of kindness layed a kind of restrained whining of inward emotions, like an animal that had been bound with to short of a leash and furiously beaten into submission one to many times. It was the kind of feeling that he loathed, and loathed it for any number of reasons. The most important one was that he himself knew exactly how that suffering felt. The restraint. It was suffocating.

"Sal-u-tations. I am Bellatrix Ra-Kul."

Vlatkat smirked lightly, keeping his composure at the seemingly unabashed Sith. He didn't like the way she described this woman as hers. He, again, knew exactly what it was like when someone made such an audacious statement of an unwilling being. Then again, they all had chains to break. If she was taken into these sisters custody then she would have to rise above them on her own. It was how the world worked.

He extended his hand and shook hers, chuckling. "You are a lot of things, yes." He quipped. He looked over to Sarabi again. He walked up beside her and knelt, keeping his head just under her eye level. "Can you speak, or won't you?" He soothed, like a doctor asking a patient a question of their health. "You may think that being silent will help you, but it won't. Whether you tell me the truth or not, whether we speak to one another cooperatively or I look into your mind and talk to you from there, we will communicate with one another. The amount of pain this process will cause you is entirely up to your decisions."

 

[EmilyHuene]

"Can you speak, or won't you? You may think that being silent will help you, but it won't. Whether you tell me the truth or not, whether we speak to one another cooperatively or I look into your mind and talk to you from there, we will communicate with one another. The amount of pain this process will cause you is entirely up to your decisions."

Sarabi would keep her head turned away from him and her eyes down low. She had such sadness in her face, like someone who was tired of fighting. The girl responded softly to him, "I have nothing to say to you. I've already told them everything I know." She sounded so dejected and pathetic. Any empathetic person might wish to console or comfort the redhead, but to a Sith, that weakness was sickening. It seemed like the girl had given up all hope in ever escaping or surviving and was ready for it to end.

Behind them, Bellatrix groaned loudly and over-dramatically. "Again with the pity party." She would walk around the man now and grab Sarabi by the hair, lifting her head up painfully. Sarabi groaned and closed her eyes as she tried to deal with the tugging pain. "You're going to answer his questions you got that?"

"I already told you everything I know!" the girl tried to plead.

Bellatrix groaned again, though this time it was more of a disgusted annoyance. She let go of her hair, but back handed the girl so her head would look back down at the ground. "I highly doubt that." Bellatrix then looked over to Vlatkat and took a step back. Smiling she would say to him, "Ooopsie. Sorry. I forgot this is your job. Go ahead."