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Hecate hated prisons. The scum that reeked within its confines, the smell of shit that permeated throughout, the clamor of both the senseless criminals and the moronic guards. This was no place for a Sith as renowned as she, and neither was this no place for Gren Vohari, the infamous Jedi who had so nearly defeated Hecate on Ord Radama. The Jedi was powerful, and the Sith knew full well that placing her in a prison as meager as this would not hold him for long. He was a danger to the Empire. If anything, he should have died on the battlefield, or at least be transferred to some immediate public execution. Fortunately for her, that was exactly why she was here today.
Emperor Malon, despite his own pressing issues, had requested the Jedi be moved for public execution. A sign to the Jedi Order that their advances on Ziost would not go unpunished. And Hecate, being the ever-watchful Sith she was, was determined to ensure the Barabel was relocated appropriately. So, with the same equipment as that of her last battle on Ord Radama, she now loomed over the Jedi as they were strapped to a dolly. With a metal muzzle fastened over his face and both legs and arms tight under the weight of steel chains, the chances of escape were slim. Even the neural dampener wrapped around his head would prevent any connection to the force, so long as he remained in bondage.
After this transfer was done? Hecate would be the one to lop off the Jedi's head. All to the raucous applause of the Sith. Then, she would be the first to ascend into the position of a Sith Lord. The Dark Lord, if anything. The first to do in a year without self-proclamation. And with such power and authority at her fingertips, she would finally retake Munto Codru, and become its rightful Queen.
Hecate glares at the Barabel and taunts him, knowing he would not be able to respond. "So, tell me, do you have any final requests before I execute you live on the HoloNet? Maybe some lotion? I mean, you could use it." She laughs, before turning her back to the Jedi, satisfied. This was going to be fun.
Emperor Malon, despite his own pressing issues, had requested the Jedi be moved for public execution. A sign to the Jedi Order that their advances on Ziost would not go unpunished. And Hecate, being the ever-watchful Sith she was, was determined to ensure the Barabel was relocated appropriately. So, with the same equipment as that of her last battle on Ord Radama, she now loomed over the Jedi as they were strapped to a dolly. With a metal muzzle fastened over his face and both legs and arms tight under the weight of steel chains, the chances of escape were slim. Even the neural dampener wrapped around his head would prevent any connection to the force, so long as he remained in bondage.
After this transfer was done? Hecate would be the one to lop off the Jedi's head. All to the raucous applause of the Sith. Then, she would be the first to ascend into the position of a Sith Lord. The Dark Lord, if anything. The first to do in a year without self-proclamation. And with such power and authority at her fingertips, she would finally retake Munto Codru, and become its rightful Queen.
Hecate glares at the Barabel and taunts him, knowing he would not be able to respond. "So, tell me, do you have any final requests before I execute you live on the HoloNet? Maybe some lotion? I mean, you could use it." She laughs, before turning her back to the Jedi, satisfied. This was going to be fun.