Souvenir

[Logan]

Spoiler: OOC note

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The Empyreal Class Star Destroyer aptly named The End hung lazily in the empty space above the planet of Bellum. A Jedi captive had been removed from her cell in the prison below and transported, under heavy guard, to one of a seemingly infinite amount of holding rooms at the request of the Warlord Kyuss Thaun. As far as he knew no worthwhile information had been extracted from the young Jedi, so he thought it best to at least give it one try of his own.

The room where Emil would be housed aboard the star destroyer was stark white, the aesthetic not much outside of sleek and modern. She would be seated in a chair with her hands bound to the armrests and her ankles bound similarly to the legs of the chair. This wasn’t because Kyuss or anyone else on board The End found her particularly dangerous – quite the opposite, in fact – it was just standard procedure. There was no need for Emil to feel any freer than she currently was. She was a prisoner of the Sith, and just recently the Warlord had been given purview over all Sith held prisoners. This was his duty and he would perform it well, but there were protocols in place for a reason. Jedi could be wily, crafty snakes good to worm their way out of most situations. Kyuss had seen it before and he would not let it happen here.

He would enter the room quietly, his eyes trained on the Jedi the moment his foot stepped over the threshold. There was only one objective here and that was to acquire some semblance of useful information from the prisoner while they had him. For all Kyuss knew, the Jedi or the Republic itself was planning a breakout in an attempt to retrieve their comrade. Time was possibly not on his side and Kyuss did not like that. He liked to be the one that dictated terms – dictated everything – and he found himself agitated and uncomfortable being on the other end of such things. Bad news for Emil.
Standing in front of the table that separated him from Emil, Kyuss leaned over so that all four of his arms rested on its surface. Even the durasteel table seemed to sag slightly under his immense weight.

”It would be in your best interest to tell me something useful.” He said simply, continuing to lean onto the table and stare directly into Emil’s face. ”I am not a patient man, and much meaner than those who… spoke with you previously. Don’t drag this out any more than you have to.”

He would wait to see if the Jedi would speak, but he wouldn’t wait long.

 

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Humming a lullaby as she waited for whoever was her interrogator for the day. After the last round of torture and subtly questioning, Emil was...beat up and tired but look no more somber then she usually did. The destroyed bone in her left leg was replaced with 'synthbone' courtesy of the Goth's almost infinite source of income. Rule a planet had it's benefits. How long the Sith would allow that was...another matter entirely.

Looking up as the door hissed open, she watched the apparent new warlord of the Sith Brotherhood tugged in with a stride filled with barely tamed rage, frustration and fury. By his walk, his body language and the inflection in his voice, he seemed to be the controlling type, impatient and brutal. Both a dangerous and advantageous combo. Emil decided to observe further before making her judgement, as for all she knew, he could start spouting beautiful poetry while playing a calming guitar solo with one set of arms, as his others played a rhythmic beat with two wooden bongos.

Her part of the table lurched up slightly at the man's weight, she stared at him for a bit, brushing her bangs to the side as she bit her lip. The room was empty, aside for the table and silent, expect for the loud booming voice of Kyruss that vibrated the room.

He seemed tired, short tempered and paranoid of a greater plan in the works. One that he wasn't apart of.

Nodding to him, she thought for a moment, looking at her left index finger-that used to hold the beautiful wedding ring-the engagement that would never happen. She had heard the news from chatting guards, and she had since accepted the truth of a matter. The ring was slowly but surely being removed piece by piece, the finger repaired as best as modern medical science could.

"Such as?" She said, biting her lip and looking up to the ceiling in thought. "I've told you who the Jedi Lord is, of were the Jedi Temples are located, and various other things" She paused, coughing away from the Warlord.

"Of course, I could tell you how my uncle is apparently...planning to increase his power base, or how the noble houses are growing tired of his egotistical politics." She said, not really feeling about telling the warlord that so early. She held a great disdain for her family, and didn't really care what happened to them. She coughed again, suddenly feeling the dire need for a cup of water. She doubted the Warlord actually cared about those things, but she figured it was best to look cooperative. She wanted to add but I have a feeling you have something else in mind, but decided against it. She didn't want to like she was going against the man's control, not while in this state.

 

[Prudence]

The Mandalorian wheeled around the hallway, at least half a minute behind Kyuss. The halls of the Star Destroyer were a clean shade of white, so pristine and sterile that it was almost uncomfortable to look at. His mind wandered back to months before when he had spent his days with this girl. She had been his, at one point. His to love, to cherish, and to build a future with. Everything had changed during Onderon, and the weeks following. Emil represented a different time in his life, one when he had been a weaker man, a man with things to lose. Prudii was not that man any longer.

He had come close enough to the room now that he could hear the voices pouring out of the door ahead of him. He made no attempt to hide his presence in the Force, and as such the young Jedi girl would likely be able to feel his looming presence long before he turned the corner into the room. From what Prudii understood he had been closer to her than any other man ever had before. The same couldn't be said for him.

Prudii turned into the room, slowing down to a walk as he entered, scanning his eyes across the room. He could see the looming figure of Kyuss casting a shadow across the room, and the smaller form of Emil fastened into a chair. Prudii was wearing his full armor, so she wouldn't be able to see his face, but she would have no problem identifying him. He had two lightsabers hanging from his belt now, one of which being hers that had been left along with her belongings on Onderon. The other one had belonged to Djura Volfe, the Jedi that his psychopathic stalker had slaughtered on Tatooine.

Prudii's head dipped towards Kyuss before uttering the man's name in an informal greeting, "Kyuss."

He then turned back to Emil and did the same, "Emil."

The scene laid out before him stirred a small bit of emotion in the bottom of his gut. He could remember the times with her, and didn't deny the feelings he had felt. These emotions were quickly suppressed though, his mind instantly filling with the cold indifference that had become characteristic of him lately. She represented a different time for him, yes. One when he was weaker - and Prudii was no longer a weak man.

 

[Logan]

The Jedi had told him nothing. She may as well have simply spit in Kyuss' face her words were so hollow, so empty of worth. He couldn't tell if it was sheer defiance in the face of death or simple stupidity. Not that it really mattered. The Jedi had used her once chance, her one last phone call if you will and she had squandered it. No one answered. No one home.

Pushing himself off the table with visible frustration and disappointment, Kyuss simply sighed. It did not have to be this way. There were routes open, possible ways to traverse herself out of the quagmire. The path of least resistance had been splayed directly in from of Emil. How foolish of her to disregard.

Without a word spoken to either Emil or Prudii, Kyuss walked around the table so that he was standing directly behind Emil. Taking the blaster from his side, he placed the barrel mere centimeters from the back of the Jedi's head and pulled the trigger. The chance for survival was close to nonexistent.

Putting the gun back into its place on his waist, Kyuss moved to exit the room. One his way out he would shout back to Prudii;

"Im going to enjoy our friendship."