Mustafar, Fortress Vader
2031 local time
It was on Mustafar and Dathomir that he felt the strongest, the two worlds complementing the sorcerer's skill set perfectly, the dreadful environment only serving to encourage him. Steeped in the dark side, he strode down the halls of Fortress Vader just as he had done infinitely many times over the past few years, his cloak billowing behind him. A few stormtroopers bowed as he passed, his steps big and quick. Veles had somewhere to get to.
Today was a special day, because today he would be able to pick the brain of a Jedi, which he was certainly intending to do literally if need be. Perhaps he would discover the location of some hidden Jedi bases and make history. Perhaps the Padawan was useless--as they usually tended to be--and then he'd be free to do with the boy as he wished. Veles always found it to be a waste killing Force sensitive life forms, and if given the chance, converting a Jedi would not only be a beneficial addition to the Empire's ranks, but would also serve to make him stronger as he learns to manipulate those around him. He'd brought a special artifact along for the interrogation, and he was looking forward to cracking the Padawan's spirit wide open.
He turned a few corners and headed deeper down into the lower levels where prisoners were kept and the interrogation rooms had been built. It did not take him long to find the room, since by now he knew the halls like the back of his hand. Besides, he could sense the Jedi, a dim light glowing amidst a volcano of darkness. A lost little lamb, surrounded by wolves with no one around to save him. They were far from any other territory save for perhaps the ISC, and there was no conceivable way the Jedi would sacrifice the resources necessary to storm Fortress Vader itself and extract a single Padawan. He just didn't want to think that they were that stupid. Regardless, security had been on high alert for the past few days, prepared for the worst and hoping for the best. Stormtroopers patrolled the perimeter of the Fortress, and others guarded the caverns below, which were in the process of being sealed after the Mustafarian attack a few weeks before. Veles had just met with the Empress a few days before the arrival of the prisoner, though he was sure she would have relished this opportunity as much as he did.
The Padawan had been transported from Dromund Kaas after his interrogation was derailed by several Acolytes all looking to get a piece of him. Veles found the lack of discipline not only irresponsible, but outright dangerous. Should something like that happen on the battlefield, there would be no Sith Lord to clean up the mess they leave behind. They would bleed out on the soil of a planet in an obscure corner of the Galaxy because they had been able to curb their arrogance and act like the soldiers they were.
His mind wandered as he walked, but his head cleared as he reached the door. Tapping the keypad a few times, the door slid open in front of him, and the Sith Lord stepped inside, where a stormtrooper and a probe droid were guarding the prisoner. "Leave us," he commanded, and the trooper left the room. "You too," he added, staring at the droid. It whirled around in confusion a few times and then whizzed out of the interrogation chamber, and they were alone. A vast array of instruments had been prepared for him on a table near the Jedi, but Veles lacked the psychopathic tendency to derive pleasure from damaging someone physically. When it was needed in a fight, it was needed, but other than that his battlefield was the mind.
"Hello there."
@Charles