Outer Rum Territory, Coordinates: Unknown
Struggling against the bonds that held her, Sybella kicked and thrashed at her two assailants. Since her capture, she had turned surprisingly vicious; she bit and scratched at any hands foolish enough to try fumble at the gilded silver that was her ancestral headpiece. It was bad enough being the prisoner of priates, now these cretins wished to add insult to injury and rob her. First her sabers, and now her family's diadem?
Unthinkable. She wouldn't allow it...
Fighting with everything she could muster, Sybella dug her heels in once more and hoped it would gain her some ground. Admittedly, it was difficult; shacked at the wrists, her counter offensive was limited at best. Still, it didn't stop her from trying. With her fists clenched into a club, she swung at the raiders; she caught one under the chin, causing him to stagger as she then switched targets. Grasping at the tunic of another, Sybella pulled him in close so that her forehead came crashing up and on to the bridge of nose. Payback from an earlier blow he had dealt her.
The cracking of cartridge and the howl that followed confirmed her success. Feeling emboldened, her struggles continued, as did her verbal protests. "Unhand me, you filth!"
One of the pirates (a zabrak) annoyingly held firm, though not without complaint "Damn Jedai! I think she broke my nose..."
Feeling irked, he decided on a different approach and charged on Sybella when her back was turned; with the butt of his blaster, he bashed at her knee, aiming just above the joint. Pain flarred almost instantly, causing the young knight to cry in pain. Somehow, perhaps through sheer stubbornness, she would have remained standing, had another blow not then fallen upon her temple. Dazed, Sybella found she could no longer fight; in her stunned state, she went limp and would soon find herself thrown (rather unceremoniously) into a darkened cell. Securing the lock, and its laser containment, the pirates now seemed rather pleased with themselves.
"Not so tough now, are ya?" The scoundrel who spoke, a Devaronian, had the audacity to brandish Sybella's own sabers, as if they were a trophy. Clipping them to his belt, he mocked her further by then flickering out his species' long, forked tongue.
Unamused, Sybella spat at the ground, watching the two departed from the brig and its bowels. With that, she was left alone. Or so she thought...
@Die Shize
@Drane T'keen