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The groaning of the lift descending further into the sub levels reminded him of why he had always preferred to be space bound. If he wore a watch, he would have eyed it several times at this point though by the smells and changing sounds of his surrounds he knew that he had been traveling downward for far too long.
Perhaps the pilot in him wasn't taking well to the patience required but he managed to subdue his restlessness for the time being.
His mind began moving more quickly than the derelict lift.
The report of Teta, post battle was cycling through his thoughts.
He had many questions concerning the events that transpired there, luckily for him, the Jedi victory at Teta placed him in a position to ask all of them.
The lift lurching to a halt shook him from his pondering. He righted his robes and stepped out into the hallway of the sub level. The force guided his steps, being rather unfamiliar with the layout of the temples lower levels he walked without direction trusting the unending guidance of force he loved so, to lead his way to the interrogation room.
Two Jedi guarded the entrance way. He did not recognize them on a personal level however he had come to terms with being a stranger planet side. His position on the Council however was recognized upon his approach and the two waved him into the room. As he began to step through the threshold one of the Jedi took the liberty to inform him of the situation before entering. His informative tone carried his words clearly. "Master Talohn. This is the the holding area. Please be aware that it is particularly outfitted for the humane holding and question of force sensitive occupants."
Darix nodded his affirmations "I understand. Thank you."
He stepped across the door way and was instantly appreciative of his fellow Jedi's warning. The absence of the force felt like he had fallen into a black hole. Void of the connection he had loved and savored for every one of his forty-two years he felt sick, dizzy.
He stopped taking the time to regroup himself, a series of deep breaths provided him a sense of relaxation and comfort as his body adjusted to the void.
He took his first step without the binding energy of the universe, the very source of life within him. Difficult and trying at first, he began to collect himself over time, his stomach relaxed and his vision cleared he felt human again though he didn't want to ever get used to the empty feeling within him.
Rounding a corner the holding cells came into view. Within them the prisoners his fellow Jedi had captured on Empress Teta were silently sitting, some standing, none possessing anything more than their thoughts, and the clothing provided to them upon their incarceration.
He passed cleared the holding cell and into a series of two other rooms. One outfitted clearly for interrogation, and questioning. The other separated by a wall of one way glass allowed for the monitoring of sessions. Darix took his seat within the monitoring room and flipped a switch opening communications to the Alliances provided interrogators. Normally the Jedi would have done the questioning themselves, though after the events that had transpired the Council thought it best that a member of the Alliance performing the questioning as opposed to a member of the Order.
Perhaps the captives would be more inclined to talk to someone other than a Jedi. "Everything is in place. We are ready to begin, Once we start questioning I want the captives separated. We cant allow any room for communication between them once we begin."
Perhaps the pilot in him wasn't taking well to the patience required but he managed to subdue his restlessness for the time being.
His mind began moving more quickly than the derelict lift.
The report of Teta, post battle was cycling through his thoughts.
He had many questions concerning the events that transpired there, luckily for him, the Jedi victory at Teta placed him in a position to ask all of them.
The lift lurching to a halt shook him from his pondering. He righted his robes and stepped out into the hallway of the sub level. The force guided his steps, being rather unfamiliar with the layout of the temples lower levels he walked without direction trusting the unending guidance of force he loved so, to lead his way to the interrogation room.
Two Jedi guarded the entrance way. He did not recognize them on a personal level however he had come to terms with being a stranger planet side. His position on the Council however was recognized upon his approach and the two waved him into the room. As he began to step through the threshold one of the Jedi took the liberty to inform him of the situation before entering. His informative tone carried his words clearly. "Master Talohn. This is the the holding area. Please be aware that it is particularly outfitted for the humane holding and question of force sensitive occupants."
Darix nodded his affirmations "I understand. Thank you."
He stepped across the door way and was instantly appreciative of his fellow Jedi's warning. The absence of the force felt like he had fallen into a black hole. Void of the connection he had loved and savored for every one of his forty-two years he felt sick, dizzy.
He stopped taking the time to regroup himself, a series of deep breaths provided him a sense of relaxation and comfort as his body adjusted to the void.
He took his first step without the binding energy of the universe, the very source of life within him. Difficult and trying at first, he began to collect himself over time, his stomach relaxed and his vision cleared he felt human again though he didn't want to ever get used to the empty feeling within him.
Rounding a corner the holding cells came into view. Within them the prisoners his fellow Jedi had captured on Empress Teta were silently sitting, some standing, none possessing anything more than their thoughts, and the clothing provided to them upon their incarceration.
He passed cleared the holding cell and into a series of two other rooms. One outfitted clearly for interrogation, and questioning. The other separated by a wall of one way glass allowed for the monitoring of sessions. Darix took his seat within the monitoring room and flipped a switch opening communications to the Alliances provided interrogators. Normally the Jedi would have done the questioning themselves, though after the events that had transpired the Council thought it best that a member of the Alliance performing the questioning as opposed to a member of the Order.
Perhaps the captives would be more inclined to talk to someone other than a Jedi. "Everything is in place. We are ready to begin, Once we start questioning I want the captives separated. We cant allow any room for communication between them once we begin."
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