Prisoners in paradise

[Vardon Galland]

Solange in orbit of Fondor. Shipboard time: 20:48​

They had traveled far - not as far as Vardon would've wanted, but still much farther from where they began than the prisoner would've expected. While risky, the padawan wanted them to go to Tython, a planet controlled by the Sith and filled with pain, suffering and death. Still, the planet did seem to resonate well with the light side of the force, or so he'd heard. For a long time, the Thyferran had wanted to visit the location and he could think of no better time than now. Ever since her capture, he couldn't get the thought out of his head. Irolia had to be redeemed.

There had been at least 20 hours since their battle by her father's farm, and at least 15 hours before they had let Delan get off of the ship. Galland was pure and often times kind, his crew shared many of his traits but could be more mischievous. Case and point: Lowe Sorken had planted a tracker on the poor man, information which only she had at the moment. The former sous-chef had been the one to take care of Irolia whilst the girl was passed out, cleaning her wounds with a little help from Galland, getting her out of her battle armour, removed the handcuffs and tucking her in under a couple of warm blankets.

The brightly lit room in which the Sith had been placed was one of the sleeping chambers for the crew. It had been cleaned out and now only contained four bunk beds standing in a neat line with a narrow corridor leading out of the room to the left. The white sheets, blankets and pillows blended well with the well lit room and otherwise light gray metallic colours. The crew mostly lived elsewhere, and had personalised their living quarters much more than this room.

While Irolia was on the lower bunk three beds from the door, Vardon sat lazily leaning down against a pillow with his legs crossed on the top bunk, only two beds from the door. He wore a simple white t-shirt with white pants, staying true to his usual theme. "Yeah, Phil, I know you and Joe Bethersonton want to beat me in Dejarik again, but I'm staying here. ... No ... No, we're not dumping her ship, it's staying right in the hangar. Hahaha, yeah, if you got the supplies, we're hitting Tython next." The padawan chattered away happily with his friends aboard the Leger which was right next to the Solange whilst Irolia's Black Talon occupied the hangar. He would keep chatting with his friends unless interrupted.

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[Irolia Shen]

Irolia didn't know how long she's been gone, or how she ended up in a warm bed. Of course, all that didn't matter due to the many nightmares she's been having in her time in Vardon's care. Sometimes the nightmares had been so bad, that she has been screaming without waking, for hours. Slowly Irolia woke from her slumber, adjusting her eyes to the light in the room with a few blinking as she sat up. Her face hurt from the knock out 20 hours earlier and she felt a bit thirsty with a dry mouth.

She didn't know where she was though, some very barebone room with beds and... and... him. Now it made much more sense that this room was so barebone, so she couldn't throw anything at him, wait... where are her weapons?! WHERE ARE PARROT?! Irolia "What have you done with Parrot?!" Screamed the blue-skinned girl furious at the Jedi by the door. She didn't even consider that she's been stripped of her armour, she was more concern about her little droid. Her crimson red eyes flared to blood red in an instant, walking towards the sitting Jedi with a death stare.

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[Vardon Galland]

Suddenly, a familiar voice screamed out with a furious tone from below. Vardon looked down to see the angry source rising from her bed. "I gotta go" he said quickly to the comms device which he held in front of him whilst keeping his eyes on the Pantoran. He then hopped down on the other side of the bunk bed and put the little device in his back pocket and crouched down a little, barely letting him see Irolia above the bunk bed.

With some kind of obstacle between the two of them, he spoke "Uhh, ahm, yeah, you remember our fight? I threw him at you, but when you hopped to the side, he went straight to the ground instead. And.. uh, he broke a little" he said apologetically before standing up straight, rising a fair bit above the bed again. "But we fixed him! Might have a dent or two, but he's working" he continued, quickly trying to fix the awkward situation and freeing himself from her death stare.

Lest the alien acted out her anger and allowed it to turn into violence, the Thyferran would move around the bed until he met her at the other side. "How are you feeling? You were out for quite some time there" his voice would be filled with genuine empathy and care. The padawan was more careful than he really needed to be from a safety perspective as he was confident that his larger frame along with her lack of equipment would make it hard for the Sith to hurt him. "We had a rough fight last time" he added, hoping to make it easier for her to talk by getting the ball rolling himself.

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[Irolia Shen]

Irolia's nostril flared like a wild beast as they stood with a bed between them. She did not let the Jedi speak as she met him with a storm of furious rage and planted a fist to his face and ran past him to the door. She looked the door over, locked, but she tried anyway. First pushing, then pulling but to no effect, which agitated her even further. "You looked me in?!" and hammered on the door, leaving a loud echo for each banging she did with her hand. Turning around, facing Galland, she narrowed her eyes, "Where's my dad?" Asked the blue alien finally, remembering the event the day before. There were a certain poison and spite in her tone as she asked, walking threating, but slowly back towards Vardon.

Unlike yesterday, this time say had control over herself, well for the time being. But unlike her mentality unstable rage, like an animal who was backed up in a corner. This time her demeanour felt much more of a venomous snake, measuring its prey, before striking. She had an icy look as her crimson red eyes glared at the Jedi

She might not have her weapons, but she was still Sith and dangerous. Locking Irolia in a room with Vardon might be a very dangerous thing to do. The air around them started to feel electric, as Irolia's fingertips began to spark. The spark was very big and she couldn't produce very powerful lightning or even kill with it yet. But, that didn't mean her lightning would hurt and still deliver a hurtful shock. Funnily enough, although her lightning couldn't kill beings in an instant, it worked fantastically when torturing prisoners and enough shock could kill, in the end.

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[Vardon Galland]

Irolia's arm would barely be able to reach across the bed to punch anything on the other side effectively which made it rather easy for Vardon to simply lean back in order to avoid the attack. It did, however, succeed in shutting him up as he looked at the girl in surprise as she quickly made her way towards the door. Her relation to Parrot was most certainly confusing to the padawan as she seemed very concerned about the droid at one moment just to be completely indifferent towards it at the other.

The padawan didn't stay passive and quietly followed the woman to the door and watched as she banged on it in vain, standing just a meter behind her. "Yeah, we did" he said with a plain voice in response to her question. He stood still as she turned around - despite her smaller stature, the Sith was still quite threatening as she asked where her father was. Looking down at her, Vardon responded calmly, careful not to let her aggression affect him. "Somewhere in the outer rim, but he could be anywhere by now"

A disappointed look grew on the Thyferran's face as sparks started coming off of her fingertips. He was prepared to create a force barrier at an instant but truly hoped to avoid further confrontation. Putting both hands in front of him with the palms facing her, Galland spoke pleadingly "Irolia, we don't need to fight. I could get ten armed people in here within the minute. I didn't restrain you more than merely locking the door because I didn't want to fight you. As a show of trust." His voice was soft and soothing. If the Pantoran walked towards him, despite the man standing just a meter away from her, he would stand his ground.

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[Irolia Shen]

"You WHAT?!" outbursted Irolia furiously making the white-ish blue electricity from her hand, dance around her hands and up the arms. Her crimson red eyes started to flare back and forth from blood to crimson red. "He was MINE!" Screamed Irolia and jumped at Vardon in anger. If Irolia is able to jump the Jedi, she would release full-powered lightning at Vardon, as she grabbed around Vardon's throat in an attempt to choke the man.

"He was mine to torture!" Screamed Irolia maddingly at the taller Jedi. "MINE to kill!" Added the Sith as she started to punch and punch Vardon in the head. Now, Irolia isn't the most powerful in physical prowess, not that her punches wouldn't hurt, being punched by her, but there wasn't the same kick behind, as when she used her force powers.

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