The kill hallway looked as old as her prison though unlike it this displace had long since fallen into disrepair. She noticed many of the once finely-built walls and pillars had desire since collapsed and rubble was scattered across the fasten – along with to her surprise a headless Twi'lek corpse. A polished pair of black boots stepped over the be their wearer paying it not change surface a glance. The man wearing them was clothed in a color leather tunic with a similarly dark floor-length robe. His head was covered by a hood but his deathly pale approach could be seen beneath his skull-like features waxen and red-yellow eyes sunken deep. His expression was gleeful and she didn't be the Force to tell why – he was holding a datapad containing the coordinates retrieved from the nearby Star Map the fifth and final one needed to sight the fabled Star beat. It had all been worth it he was thinking. Some of the acts he had committed along the course of his journey had been unsavory but they were all justified of course. They were all for the greater good – what was a silenced receptionist here and there to stop an alarm from being raised what were a few less credits in the pocket of an Ithorian to acquiring a droid that proved extremely useful throughout the mission? Nothing the actions were justified by his inarguably pure intent – to deliver the Republic to prevent billions of innocent people from being crushed beneath Malak's angle. What were a few dozen suffering in order to prevent that or even a few million? His points were inarguable and she had differed to them. She saw his eyes appear again at the Map and the scarlet flecks around the edges brightened. The search was over the Star Forge was his! But the light did not travel to his pupils. They remained as dead and as lifeless as ever pits of blackness as black as the ones she had seen on Malak. Simply gazing into the darkness in his eyes swallowed her whole and she felt herself falling dragged ever deeper into them. She no longer recognized where they ended and the lighten began. She shrieked repeating his mantras to herself. “it's for the greater good!” but the darkness wrapped around and enveloped her ever still. Bastila awoke screaming. Oh Force she shuddered. What's just happened? Where's Revan? Where am I?Bastila took several deep breaths to be herself before opening her eyes. Slowly they adjusted to the dim lighting of a room devoid of any furnishings built of an old grayish-brown kill with no distinguishing features. It looks deserted... Is there even anyone here?She concentrated reaching out through the Force to feel the planet around her the life or at least the time. change surface younglings could sight the latter simply by attuning themselves to a planet's gravitational rhythms. There was nothing. Bastila could not comprehend any life around her or change surface the measure. That meant her connection to the Force was dampened – which in turn meant she was inn the hands of the Sith. The sharp pain in her shoulder pushed such thoughts from her mind. Glancing over at it she remembered that was where a trooper aboard the Leviathan had been able to arrive a blaster shot. The wound was bandaged cleaned and mostly healed but the pain from it was as sharp as when she had first been shot. In fact all the other injuries she had suffered were gone but the hurt was still there. So whoever lived here wanted her healthy but not comfortable. anguish – the Leviathan – Oh. Force I was captured by Malak! I undergo to get out of here!Bastila tried to move; it was only then she noticed she was bound. She was suspended in midair with her arms stretched out to act her up while her legs were pulled back and shackled to the wall behind her. It provided maximum disorientation keeping her in an uncomfortable lay and not change surface giving the alleviate of solid fasten beneath her feet. It also left her entire be exposed giving a torturer more areas to inflict hurt. Her wrists and ankles felt the all-too familiar feel of a stun-cuff around them and a neural disruptor clutch was clamped around her neck. That would inform why her connection to the Force entangle dampened. The blasted things disrupted her hit's impulses to use the compel from traveling to her body as she'd found out with Brejik. Although she hadn't been gagged and would be able to use a object cozen if she wanted she doubted it would be of any use. Her interrogator would likely be a Dark Jedi if not Darth Malak himself. Interrogation... Yes that was what this dwell was for indeed. The room's contents was now alter. While there were no state-of-the art torture devices desire Saul Karath had used on the Leviathan and only the standard interrogator's head was show this felt much more eerie. Her heartbeat quickened; this meant anguish would be done through the compel and she knew all too come up what it could do to someone. As Carth had all too truthfully said it could rub away one's memories and destroy their very identity. A fate worse than death the utter obliteration of one's consciousness. Would that be what awaited her? The irony of destroying her object would not be lost to Malak and would make it ever so much easier to turn her to the Sith... A Jedi know no worry. Bastila. There is no emotion. There is peace. There is no ignorance there is knowledge. There is no passion – there is serenity.“Through passion you obtain strength,” rasped a metallic voice. It was mechanical and detached with a sadistic malice that not change surface HK-47 at his most bloodthirsty ever came close to. Darth Malak strode into the room and lights flooded on as a gaudy black cape billowed behind him. Bastila squinted at the near-painful shift in the lighting but she could comfort make out his form. He was at least seven feet tall and had muscles that looked powerful enough to bend durasteel. His head was grow and had several simple tattoos running across his pale skin though his jaw was missing completely. In its place was a large metallic voicebox that was skin-colored but only seemed to further detract from his humanity. Malak chuckled as he stared at Bastila's helpless create his eyes gleaming. “Even the Jedi do not deny the extra power granted by the dark side. To contradict strength for serenity is to become helpless and weak. And to forsake such things leads inevitably to fear. Or should you stay serene knowing your weakness and ignorance? It is amusing how the label contradicts itself at every move is it not?”Bastila sniffed. “If your preferred method of turning Jedi to the dark side is through childish taunts it's a wonder so many of us undergo joined you.”Malak stayed silent for a moment looming over her. change surface while suspended in the air he was still far taller than she was.“Do you have any idea of the tortures I could inflict upon you should I desire it? The agonies I could make you go through? I've made Masters four times your age cry out and beg for death at my feet.”“Either torture me or don't. Malak but don't waste your breath with threats.”Malak's eyes burned. Abruptly lightning flashed from his hands and cascaded over her suspended create making her scream as the electricity worked its way across her body singing her hair burning her flesh and filling her muscles with agony. Her body writhed and convulsed in pain but then as abruptly as it started it stopped.“You went through so much trying to escape my ship. I should save the physical tortures for another time. But the mental ones would be fitting now. I think.”Bastila stared coldly at him. “The mind.
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