Crix wished there was a version of this meeting that he didn't have to be a part of but there wasn't. Facing off against the troops of the Sith had been a touch exciting underneath all of his desire to help the locals and repel their attacks. It hadn't caused him much in the way of issues but he knew different when it came to Sith - in the moment he had been able to act and it helped that the Sith had either been defeated far away from him or, in the case of the Kel Dor in the room with him, fallen unconscious without a fight.
It was a curious enough event and the Sith not well-known enough butcher of thousands for the man to be imprisoned without a discussion as to what had actually happened on the landing pad of the Ossus Jedi Temple.
So there was no version of him meeting said Sith that didn't involve him actually asking questions as Vinry had to leave the planet on an urgent mission and Alex was probably busy with the Sith Lord who had started the attempted Invasion so that left him. Crix was considered mature and responsible enough to ask a prisoner questions without killing him in a fit of rage over how the Sith had treated his family and friends.
Not that he was bitter about it at all...
The Kel Dor (they didn't have a name really, though some old records said he might be a former Jedi by the name of Bir Vuul) was sat upright in a chair with a medical drip hooked up to his right arm with a saline solution suitable for the species. His lightsaber had been taken, hidden away in another room not too far from this one, his mechanical right arm detached and left on a table set to one side from the two of them. Well-built durasteel manacles kept his legs locked to the legs of the chair at the ankles, the chair itself having been welded to the floor.
The decision had been made to allow the Kel Dor's left arm to be free for the duration of this interaction, though it could be tied behind the chair's back if Crix wanted it to be. Drugs had been added to the drip to begin with to keep the Kel Dor sedated while they moved him but the dose had been decreased enough that he would be coming around soon, though his head might hurt.
Probably hurt quite a bit really.
A sudden shifting in the Force, a familiar smell of sulfur and a wave of dry heat. The Dark Side always reminded him of Sullust and it likely always would but there wasn't anything he could do about that - he just had to be in the moment. The shift meant that his guest was awake.
"How's the head?"
He didn't wait to play the game of "oh is he awake I wonder?'.
"Doc droid says you'll be groggy but no worse than a hangover I'm sure."
@Tulos