Open Korriban - To Break The Broken

[Bir Vuul]

((OPEN to any Sith looking to terrorize a Jedi Padawan Prisoner of War))

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How long had it been? Bir Vuul, he didn’t know. He stopped keeping track ages ago. The Kel Dor had been transported to some distant world in recent days, far separated from the remainder of the galaxy, and hadn’t seen sunlight in months prior to the trip. Or had it been years? It was possible, he supposed. The only truth he knew as absolute was that his Master was gone and he was left alone in the galaxy once again. The image of her head being torn from her shoulders by the Sith Marauder’s metallic blade was permanently burned into his mind, the scene replaying every time he closed his eyes. He didn’t care that he was still missing half of his arm after all this time. He didn’t care that he was being held as a prisoner with barely enough food and water to keep him alive. All that he ever wanted since that fateful day was to be told that Kari Windstar had survived. That she had taken a new Padawan and was training them just the same as she had once trained him. If he could only discover that single thing, then he could find the strength within to worry about himself.

”Get up, Jeeeeedi,” The harsh voice hissed from outside his cell, coming from a Trandoshan Slave Master that had been tasked with watching the prisoner block. He was wearing a stark black helmet, a scar crossing his right eye. Instead of complying, Bir remained on the cold ground, his last remaining hand chained up to the ceiling with just enough length that if he sat perched on the balls of his feet, the metallic bindings wouldn’t tear into his wrist. Of course, after so long he didn’t have the strength to do so all the time. The wounds around the shackle were clearly representative of that. Bloody and raw, infection setting in, it seemed inevitable he would lose his right hand as well. ”I ssaid get up, filth!” The Trandoshan barked again, this time pulling a small remote from his jacket and activating the sole button. Electricity surged through the chain and shackle, causing Bir Vuul to cry out in pain as the energy pulsed through his entire body.

”You… will not… break me…” The Kel Dor forced out, breathing heavily from the pain. Instead, the Trandoshan simply tilted his head back in laughter.

”Maybe not…” The Slave Master responded, pressing the button again to hit the Padawan with another surge of electricity. ”But your next visssitor? They jussst might… Now get up!”

 

[Korbishal]

The Slave Master would turn to leave, pausing with a reptillian gasp, as the tip of a green saber poked through his back. "Jee-ke...." he started before he dropped to his knees. The form would deactivate their saber and clip it to their belt. "Bir.. We need to get you out of here.." The voice would be oh-so familiar. Master Kari Windstar. As she exited the shadows, he could see his Master clear as day. She looked older, so it had been years since his capture. She had almost looked the same, save for stress lines that accompanied what looked like years of worry for her Padawan and of course the ugly scar along her neck.

"I never thought I'd find you.." she would let out an exhalation as relief washed over her features. "Come, I don't know how long we have." With the gate open, she would reactivate her saber and pull it across the chain, severing the links. Now freed, she would move to his side, hoisting him to his feet and pulling his arm over her shoulder. Slowly, they would begin to pace towards the door to the upper levels.

Kor'bishal would fight a faint smirk beneath the mask. He'd no doubt in his mind, that the fractured mind of the young boy would fall quick prey to such an illusion. He could feed off of his dreams, and a little bit of hope was enough to make one feel unstoppable. With his main focus on the illusion itself, he would speak to his young help. "Prepare the table for his arrival.." One of his Cultists stood at the young Keldor's side, but in his eyes, he'd see only the visage of the one he trusted most. Unfortunately for the young boy, even the Jailer was still alive and well.

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[Kav duAltaire]

The Trandsoshan hissed a long, excruciating hiss as the plasma of green energy entered him between the shoulder blades, through his torso, and exiting just a few inches through the front of his chest. He dropped to his knees and reached out momentarily for the bars of the cell, but they were just beyond reach. The lizard's eyes fluttered momentarily and then he collapsed, dead, and and face first on the dirty floor.

Of course, no such death took place. Kav was playing a role, part of an elaborate illusion created by Kor'Bishal. The Sith Marauder had met the young acolyte earlier and taken a liking to his pleasure in dealing out pain for no other reason than pain's sake. Kav's brooding and psychopathic red flags made even some of the other Sith nervous, but Kor'Bishal seemed to find it useful.

Of course, Kav would have preferred to forego the theatrics. Pain was enough of a convincer in his young mind. But, he understood that many Sith liked to corrupt the mind to prepare the body, bend their thoughts to their purpose. It was a useful enough strategy that Kav understood that he should improve in this area.

With his award-winning caliber supporting actor work complete, Kav would no longer look as a scaly lizardman. No, the acting was over. He rose as Kav Du'Altair, a young Sith who relished in pain and suffering. He could sense the young Jedi's hope at seeing the vision of his Master, and it disgusted the young acolyte. His stomach turned and he had to fight back to the desire to vomit due this young Jedi's unfounded hope. Kav was ready for the realization to set it for this young Jedi...the fear, the pain, the despair....Kav would soak it in like a sponge, making him more powerful, feeding the Dark Side within him.

He watched as the cultist prepared the metal table, and when Kor'Bishal disguised as the old Jedi Master plopped Bir Vuul on it, the cultist quickly used the electronic plasma cuffs around the ankles and hands to strap him down. Kav would approach, out of view, but very much prepared to dispense suffering on the Jedi.

Oh, how he hated Jedi.

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[Bir Vuul]

Emotional "Oh No" Music​

”M… Master?” Bir croaked out as he watched the Trandoshan fall to the cold ground, seemingly lifeless. ”Master… is it really you?” Windstar’s dark skin reflected the flicker of the flames from the torches that spotted the halls of the rocky corridor she had just arrived through but Vuul could still clearly see the scar that was etched across her throat. Her face was much as he recalled though a pain could be seen deep in her eyes. ”But… it can’t be. You died… I watched you die…” As the woman entered his cell, reigniting her green blade to sever the chain that had held him in place, Bir’s senses began to grow more hesitant. How desperate he was to believe this was truly his Master, finally returning to save her student. As she slipped his remaining arm over her shoulder, however, the physical touch between Master and Apprentice… It convinced him that this was all truly reality.

”Master… It has been… so long…” The Kel Dor coughed harshly, his throat dry from the lack of hydration. ”But we can never hope to escape… I’m too weak…” All that he received in return was silence. He did not hear the words of the imposter as he commanded the table in the chamber ahead be prepared for arrival, nor did he see the sinister curled lips as he was carried ahead. ”You should have left me to die… I’m as good as dead anyway,”

Yet what was to come… Bir Vuul would only just begin to realise that death would have been a mercy. Laid out on the table, his ankles and remaining wrist bound to the metal slab held in place by the electric shackles engraved into it’s surface. The truth began to be realised.

”Wait… Master, what are you doing? Master?! Master!”

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[Korbishal]

"Yes, Bir, it really is me." She was patient as he regathered himself, and more than helpful when it came time to move. As he began to cough, she would remove a flask and hand it to him. "Here, take a few sips. There we go.." she'd wait for the coughing fit to stop before pulling the flask away. "Not too much.. Fear not, young Bir. The Force always provides us with a way."

They had crossed the room and were about to make it to the stairs before she made a slight and unnoticeable turn. "We don't leave anyone behind. I should have fought harder for you, I'm sorry. But for now, we must have faith in the Force." It had been far too easy, up to this point. She helped him sit, covering up the moment with another sip from the flask.

Master Windstar would start to laugh gently about something, maybe he missed what she said? Then Bir would realize he was no longer vertical. He was horizontal and chained. And the laughter was far from gentle. With the Illusion melting away, Kor'bishal's dark mask would illuminate with the surrounding torch light, a mask that had haunted Bir's dreams since the day his Master was slain.

"Welcome, young Bir... we have been waiting some time for this moment."

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[Kav duAltaire]

With Kor'bishal beginning to fade out the illusion into the grotesque reality, Kav was approaching from behind. Many sadistic minds would smile at this opportunity, but Kav would snarl silently. He hated the Jedi, and this young Kel Dor was no different. The young acolyte had reason to believe that Kor'bishal would try to turn this padawan to the Dark Side, but Kav would be satisfied just to give him a slow and painful death.

As the young Sith approached the table and got a good look at the struggling Jedi on his back, Kav's yellow eyes would flare with hatred and anger. holding his palms out toward the metal slab, a hiss would emit from his mouth, but it would not be heard over the sizzling sound of blue lightning that left his palms and began to travel through the metal table, starting a slow, agonizing electrocution of that one laid on top of it.

He dare not kill the Jedi for fear of retribution from Kor'bishal, but there was a need deep inside to inflict pain on this representation of the thing he hates. He would not allow this opportunity to pass without inflicting some damage. Though it was only a short blast, he could feel the pain, the fear, the disorientation from the Jedi, and it fueled Kav even further. It was like throwing gas on his internal flame, and it took much discipline to release the table and its occupant from his electric hold.

"Yes...quite some time." Bir Vuul was, in fact, the first Jedi that Kav had ever seen. For so long he had wanted the opportunity to kill a Jedi, and now that there was a Jedi right here, right now. He would be denied that simple joy of killing him, but he hopeful Kor'bishal would at least allow him a little enjoyment. Besides, Kav had several more brutal tricks up his sleeves.

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[Bir Vuul]

Perhaps it was due to the lack of rest, the gnawing hunger deep in his belly or even the only slightly satisfied craving of thirst, but Bir Vuul found himself in a situation he simply could not comprehend. From one prison to another, one set of chains to another. The Force, it seemed, had a very sinister plot desperate to be hatched at the expense of his own well being. Long before this moment the Kel Dor had resigned to his fate, to whatever destiny it was that had been chosen for him. Now, in this moment and on the verge of meeting that destiny, he was truly… afraid.

As the form of Kari Windstar began to fade away, Bir Vuul’s eyes shot wide behind his coverings. That mask… It had haunted him ever since that terrible day. It was the mask of the man that tore his arm from his elbow. It was the same man that had taken his Master away from him. And now, it seemed, he was here to finish the job.

”No… Not you…” Bir croaked, his voice timid as the crippling anxiety dominated his every sense. But then a second man, far younger, appeared at his side. An apprentice, perhaps? A poetic end, it seemed. Master kills Master, Apprentice kills Apprentice. The theory was further encouraged as the young man threw forward a jolt of force energy, slamming into the table and allowing it’s electrical currents to pass through Bir Vuul’s entire body.

”No! No!!” he cried out, though he wasn’t sure if the words made it past his lips. The only certainty was the pain and the fear…

”Why… Just kill me and be done with it, you vile hound!?"

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[Korbishal]

Kor'bishal would laugh darkly as Kav started to electrocute the young Kel Dor. "Good... Good.. feed your hatred." He would say approvingly to the Sith Acolyte. "I want you to inflict pain.. but the best tasting pain, is the one you drag out. Electricity burns, nerve endings fry and you lose the full range of their pain. So this time, try again.. But something slow.. Meticulous. Feed your hunger.." A gauntlet would clap Kav on the shoulder as the Cultist headed around him and to where Bir's head was.

Both hands would rest on the slab, one on either side of his head as he looked down. "Death is a release, Bir.. You will learn this, in time." Some weight would be applied to the slab as he crouched lower, his voice so low Bir would have to strain to hear. "You have the power to break your chains.. you're just feeding the wrong emotions... Will it be his hunger? Or your hatred that wins this day?"

The weight would return as he pushed himself to his feet. "Surely, you wish to strike me down... avenge your failure of a Master.."

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[Kav duAltaire]

Permission had been granted. This Jedi had elected the way of pain, and Kor'bishal approved of Kav releasing his desire to inflict it on this Kel Dor Jedi. He wanted Kav to cause great discomfort, but do so in a way that would not prevent him from feeling pain in the future. "As you wish," Kav would respond to the marauder.

Kor'bishal asked the padawan if he wanted to strike the Sith down, to avenge his master's death, but Kav would not give him the opportunity to respond right away. Du'Altaire reached out with a hand and physically grasped nothing but air, but as his hand closed and clenched, the young Jedi would feel the Force wrapping itself around his neck, squeezing air passageways. Kav was careful not to squeeze the arteries that sent blood to the brain as that would make the Jedi go unconscious. Kor'bishal and Kav were both in agreement that this Kel Dor should feel pain, glorious pain. And the young acolyte could feel the struggle in his hands. He could feel the fear and the desperate desire for a breath.

Kav would slowly bring Bir Vuul to brink of death if nothing stopped him, but then release him to a gasping, horrific reality that death would be a blessing to him. "Vile hound?" Kav would ask. "You have no idea." Kav would focus on a lower rib, slowly turning up the pressure until it would eventually break if nothing broke his concentration. At first, it would feel like a heavy hand pressing on the bottom rib, but then a weighted piece of metal, and finally, if let unchecked, it would crack and snap. Through the process, Kav's eyes would flare between hues of yellow and red and orange. As the pain and anxiety increased in the Padawan, Kav would use that emotion as fuel to press harder and harder until he got the desired result.

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[Bir Vuul]

As the masked Sith walked around Bir Vuul’s position, whispering temptation into his ear, the Kel Dor did everything he could to block the emotions bubbling inside. His fear and anger were like a cauldron of water rested over an open flame and the actions of the Sith Acolyte and his Master, the stick that stoked the embers. With every torturous move, the flames grew. It was a natural response, but one that Windstar had repeatedly warned her Padawan of in his early years under her tutelage. Unlike the Jedi of a bygone era, the Keepers of Peace of the modern day had adopted new philosophies in an effort to learn the lessons of yesterday. However, that didn’t mean they wouldn’t caution the youngest of the Order against anger, fear, aggression. But then again, how many of them had been chained to a table and subjugated to the Sith’s thirst for pain and blood?

”There is no emotion… There is peace…” Bir Vuul muttered to himself softly after desperately pulling the dusty air around him into his lungs as Kav released his grip. The words seemed empty, however. He could feel his rage growing, his desire to break away and live another day swelling along side. It was a hopeless wish, and as the Acolyte began to bear down on the prisoner’s ribs the Kel Dor did his best to force his mind somewhere else. Somewhere he was happy, somewhere safe. Back to his youth, running through the jungles of Ajan Kloss with the other younglings. It had been what felt like a century since he last was at the Jedi Sanctuary. He had no idea what had become of it in the days since his capture. But it was a memory that allowed him to feel protected from the Acolyte’s efforts.

”There is no emotion… There is…” Bir Vuul continued, grunting under the pressure and pain. ”…Peace,”

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[Korbishal]

Kor'bishal so enjoyed these little games. Kav was growing to be a depraved heart, the kind that Nar'shahai needed. He was so a quick study, having opted for slower means to drag out the pain. Breaking bones with the force was almost effortless, to slowly twist and turn it, however, required much more focus.

The smile beneath the mask would only grow as the Kel Dor began to recite the Jedi Mantra. Weak, outdated, and like all things the Jedi did, wrong. The Padawan had decided he would flee the pain by escaping to his mind.. his mistake. His mind was already owned by another.

A gauntleted hand would grip Bir's head and Kor'bishal would bend the Force to his will. The memory would begin to decay. Bir would age to his current age as would the others in the dream. Instead of playing in the jungles, they were fleeing through the halls of the Temple. All around, the Padawan were dying in droves. Black tendrils, lightning, sabers, it made no difference, all died where they were. "Peace is a lie, Bir.. Ajan Kloss has fallen, the Grandmaster is dead, the Order is in its final death throes.. They have been weighed, they have been measured, and they have been found wanting.."


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[Kav duAltaire]

"There is peace? Peace? You believe there is peace?" Kav practically spat out the words, angry that they were even uttered. He would circle around to the side, and his yellow eyes narrowed as he watched the Jedi struggle. Kav couldn't help but think just how pitiful it was that even now, on a table of torture, he would fall back to parroting the very mantra that has failed him and failed miserably. Incapable of thinking for himself, he simply recited what he had been brainwashed to believe as if it would give him comfort. Pitiful. "No..." the acolyte said, uttering the word in a gutterel fashion. "There is no peace. Peace is nothing but an illusion. Do you feel peace now, Jedi?" Kav would tear at the tattered coverings on the Kel Dor's torso and stomach. "I have a passion, and that passion is....I hate Jedi...." The fingertips of Kav started to glow red and would feel like burning embers. All ten digits would find their mark across the padawan's chest and stomach, the stench of burning flesh beginning to fill the room.

The sweet, sweet, feeling of pain and suffering flooded into Kav, providing him strength and thus increasing the heat transferred to Bir. Kav pulled his hands back, leaving his mark on the young Jedi, but lifting his chin, his hands outstretched and basked in the emotional bath of fear, pain, and distress. "Feeding your passion makes you stronger," he said at almost a whisper. An evil grin crept up one side of his lips. "But the Jedi have stolen your passion, forbade it. In doing so, they stole your strength."

Kav was being fed both by his hatred for the Jedi and their target's fear and suffering. He had never been so drunk with the Dark Side inside of him before, and his voice was changing, deeper, gargling out words. "So you are weak. You must die or be made stronger. Iron is made stronger forged in a bath of fire." A flicker of flame rose from his hands. "Perhaps you would benefit from a fire bath...to die or be made stronger."

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[Bir Vuul]

It didn’t matter what Bir Vuul did, it seemed. His hope was diminishing with each passing moment. As Kor’Bishal continued to whisper in his ear, the images that had served as his escape soon twisted with the taint of the Sith Marauder’s own darkness. Reality faded away into darkness and soon, as though he were truly living in the events planted within his mind, the Kel Dor soon found himself rushing out and away from the Academy. But he was whole again, both arms pumping forward and back with fear driving them. The jungles were dark, darker than he had ever remembered. The only source of light? The fires as they tore through the building that had served as his home for as long as he could remember. At each side, fellow Padawan’s he had grown up with. One was an Iridonian man he knew to be Lip Ganar. They weren’t close by any means but as a dark tentacle slithered through the grass at their feet before wrapping tightly around Lip’s ankle, Bir Vuul stopped in his tracks and turned in time to see the Iridonian pulled swiftly back into the flames.

”No!” he cried out, extending his hand as though he could grab him and pull him back to safety. But he was gone. A Nautolan woman, one of whom he was unfamiliar, grabbed the Kel Dor by his shoulder.

”We need to go! Come on!” she pleaded, tugging at his tunic but Bir Vuul was unable to move. It was as though his feet had sunken into the soft dirt below and no matter how hard he or his companion tried, he could not budge. ”Bir! Please! Let’s g-“ But her words were cut short as a red blade of plasma erupted from her chest, the tip of the weapon coming within mere inches of his own face. Dropping down to catch her as she fell, Bir watched as the life faded from her eyes but was soon confronted by darkness. Her eyes no longer existed. Instead, empty holes that revealed the nerve endings and blood vessels behind them.

”What… What is this…” Bir stammered, releasing his grip on the Nautolan. Only she didn’t fall. Instead, a sinister grin growing on her lips, the woman stood and stared directly at him with the empty voids in her skull.

"There is no peace. Peace is nothing but an illusion. Do you feel peace now, Jedi? I have a passion, and that passion is....I hate Jedi...."

The words as they crept from the deceased Padawan came in an unfamiliar tone. Or was it? Soon after, a burning sensation crept across Bir Vuul’s chest.

”Wha…” he began, grunting as the pain grew. With his right hand, Bir Vuul reached to his chest and tried to remove his tunic. He failed.

"Feeding your passion makes you stronger," she continued, tracing her finger along the bottom of his chin with the same smoldering touch. The grin grew lopsided, and the Padawan almost swore he saw flames growing in the empty voids of her eyes. "But the Jedi have stolen your passion, forbade it. In doing so, they stole your strength," Finally, as the words slipped from the Nautolan’s lips, the scene began to blur and faded away to reveal the poorly lit dungeon. Once again, he was imprisoned on the table with none other than Kav Du’Altaire standing over him.

Gasping for air, Bir Vuul had now fully returned to reality. His reality. His doom. The Acolyte continued speaking but the words, they didn’t matter. No, the blazing touch had lit another fire. Scanning the room as he struggled to regain his breathe, Bir Vuul soon spotted an old wooden rack that contained a great many metal objects, razor sharp and clearly meant for a more… intimate… torture session.

"Perhaps you would benefit from a fire bath...to die or be made stronger."

”Possibly,” Bir Vuul spoke up, his voice trembling from the aftershock of pain and terror. ”Or possibly not,” Reaching outward with the Force, the objects behind Kav began to shake in the racking before a large knife-like item broke free and soared through the air at an incredible speed, aimed directly at the Acolyte’s spine.

Bir Vuul, he didn’t know what made him do it. He didn’t care. He knew what Kor’Bishal said about Ajan Kloss was true. The Jedi were dealt a devastating blow on their homeworld. And he wanted revenge…

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[Korbishal]

Kor'bishal would smile beneath his mask as he felt the pain turn to anger, the fear to hate. Every second, the young Padawan was broken more and more. The mantra had lost its pull over Bir and in its place was raw emotion. Fight or flight had kicked in and Bir had decided to fight.

The rack behind Kav and creaked and groaned as all sharp objects on it were pulled away with the force, each one aimed for the back of the young Acolyte. Kor'bishal would allow them to come within inches of hitting the target before a hand lifted and he bent the Force to his will.

"Well done, Bir.. you almost got the revenge you wanted. You fed your hate.." The closest of objects was a cruel looking knife. "And a wonderful choice for our next toy.." he plucked the knife from where it was and placed the blade between Kavs red hot hands. While the metal heated up, he would dispose of the other sharp objects with a wave of his hand.

"You've seen the limits of the Jedi.. you've witnessed just the smallest taste of what the dark side offers.. but there is more.. a chance at godhood.." the mask flicked to the now blue hot blade in Kav's hand. Taking the dagger, on gauntlet would reach down to pull open the tattered tunic of Bir. "This mark will either empower you.. or kill you.. Nar'shahai will decide what you become.." Hot metal would press against the Kel Dor's chest, before biting deeper. Broad, practiced strokes would carve through flesh, the heat of the blade, cauterizing the wound. It would feel like hours, but only be the passage of several moments, and when he finished, the symbol carved into Bir's chest would match the sigil engraved into Kor'bishal's armor.

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[Kav duAltaire]

Kor'bishal may have found the turn of events to be pleasing, but it wasn't his back that nearly got turned into a knife rack. The attempted killing only fueled Kav's anger even more. Kav was a dark, brooding figure, but he was no fool. He couldn't kill Kor'bishal...not yet anyway. For now, he was forced to play the aspiring apprentice.

Kor'bishal rested the knife between Kav's hands, allowing the blade to become heated in his hands. Soon, the three would know if the padawan would die or if his destiny would lie with Kor'bishal. "You will either die, or you will have freedom." Kav clenched his teeth, still furious that Bir had tried to stab him in the back. He was hopeful that the blade would kill him. "The Jedi took your freedom and gave you chains. Should you survive, it will unleash your passions." As the blade was removed from his hands, he eyed the despicable excuse for a Jedi before him. "And passion begins the path to victory where those chains will finally be broken."

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[Deva Gendrel]

Force, but torture was boring.

They were just going to stand there, cackling about the Dark Side and taunting him with images of dying loved ones... wasn't that a bit cliche? No wonder so many of their number wore black, the edgelord status was enough to slice you to bits. Pain sliced through her head like a red hot poker, and she grunted, clenching nails into her arm, hard enough to feel the tight sinew of muscle, the pulse of blood.

What a pain. She could almost taste in the air the scent of anguish, spite. The boy was afraid, and they were toying with him. Her pulse thundered in her temples, and she had to swallow back a thin layer of bile as the spice tried to purge itself from her system again. Karking Force Sensitivity, I can't even enjoy one good damn high. Sweat began to bead and trickle down her spine as they talked about... chains?

Seriously?

A low cough interrupted the schpeal, and she grimaced, scowling. Long, black hair hung in limp strands, shadows dug under burning eyes. A thin face, angular and harsh in the dim light, glared down the trio. That Light was so annoying. She squinted a moment, scowling, before ghosting in.

"Godhood? That's a load of shite."

Her voice rasped, jaw clenched as another rack of withdrawal pain tremored hot and cold down, coating her synapses in a cool, tightly controlled rage. At them torturing someone enough to wake her up, and at their dragging on the process. It was annoying. She stared down the boy on the table; red eyes stared down at the male, then towards the other Sith, thin lips twitching in the faintest ghost of a smile.

"It's spite. The rush of a high..." one thin, long-nailed hand rested lightly against his restrained wrist. Hesitating. She cocked her head, looking at the wrist instead, "...and knowing you could break them. Knowing you've been limited because they told you to..." she glanced at the Kel Dor again, red eyes glimmering. Almost as though in sympathy. "Knowing they left you to rot. Doesn't it hurt?" Her voice layered in, soft, subtle. Even seductive to the faltering mind.

"They made you lose everything. Yet here you are. That pain can make you or break you... they want you broken, submissive. Tell me, are you a slave, or a savior?" The last part was whispered, nails digging slightly into his wrist. There were other ways to break. Other ways to fall apart. Hell, she wanted to hurt him simply for waking her up.

But that was for later.

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[Bir Vuul]

Death, it was really all the Kel Dor wanted in this moment. It didn’t matter who. If he died, he would no longer be subjugated to the terrors these two men had decided to inflict upon him. But if he could somehow break free, find their blood on his hand instead? These weren’t the thoughts of a Jedi… But was he truly a Jedi anymore?

This thought, as the searing hot blade cut through his flesh and filled the room with a terrible odor, was further compounded by a new arrival. A young and gaunt woman had made her way into the chamber and as he turned his attention to her while the steel carved it’s symbol into him, he could see a pain behind her almost glowing red eyes. For some reason, perhaps the words she spoke, she made him feel almost… safe. Almost. She was still undeniably a Sith. There was little doubt in Bir Vuul’s mind that she too would find satisfaction in his suffering but it quickly became clear she was a far more volatile and dangerous scourge. She didn’t choose to inflict physical pain. No, that was something that could be overcome. Instead, it was her words, her mental games. And those were something the Padawan feared above all else.

”Slave… or savior,” Bir Vuul repeated softly, pausing to consider the options. By practically any standard, he was less than a slave in this moment. He was nothing more than a toy to these Sith. But he always had a higher value for himself than a slave. Or was she right? She was… The Jedi did abandon him. No one ever came for him. No one cared. Only his now long dead Master. He was alone. Worthless, even to those who he once thought loved him as family.

But he was no savior. He couldn’t even save himself. How he could he save others? Was that not the true destiny of a Jedi? To sacrifice themselves in the pursuit of protecting those who could not? Turning to meet the woman’s cold and yet sympathetic gaze, Bir Vuul blocked the pain he felt out and gave his answer.

”I am no slave. I am no savior. I am simply Bir Vuul. And if, by some chance that the Force wills it, I survive this… I will kill these men. A savior does not kill for revenge, which is exactly what I will do,”

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[Korbishal]

Kor'bishal's dark laughter would fill the chamber as the blade was withdrawn. A heavy gauntlet would press down on the fresh carving, sending more pain lancing through the young Kel Dor's body. "I will hold you to those words, Bir Vuul." The woman was a fool. All were that didn't know the truth of Nar'shahai. The power. The dagger would be sheathed back into an empty scabbard on his belt.

He would take several steps away. "To truly avenge yourself, you must first hunt the ones that abandoned you. Then and only then, can you have the power, the hate, to take your revenge on me." He smiled beneath his mask. All was going to plan.

Bir would begin to feel his chest burn more hotly despite the blade being removed. It would be fleeting, but immense pain, immense enough to make most lose their sanity. And when he thought it was about to kill him, it would stop entirely.

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[Kav duAltaire]

Now there was a third Sith attending the party, and she had apparently decided to play "good cop." Kav's yellow eyes flamed at the thought. He was clearly outnumbered here. Kor'bishal wanted a disciple. This new Sith clearly wanted the padawan to succumb to the Dark Side, perhaps for some grand "teamwork makes the dreamwork" idea. Kav was the only one here who wanted a dead Jedi.

And worse, she mocked them.

Kav would glare at the woman, whom he now hated almost as much as the Jedi on the table. "There are many ways to get a high."

With that, Kav would again light the Fire of the Force, this time letting the flame blaze under the metal table, quickly turning the tabletop to a griddle, cooking whatever poor, organic piece of flesh was on top of it. His hate-filled glare flicked back to the female Sith and he said, "And that's how I get my mine."

Kav would let the fire continue to burn under the table. If the Kel Dor turned into a bone-in Jedi steak and died an excruciating, agonizing death, the acolyte would leave quite satisfied. If one of the other Sith wanted to show mercy, let them have it. It would not come from Kav du'Altaire.

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[Bir Vuul]

Grimacing as Kor’Bishal leaned an open hand down on the freshly carved symbol into his chest, Bir groaned in pain. Broken ribs, burned and torn flesh, twisted memories. What wasn’t on the docket for these men? What was the line? Was there one? He doubted it.

The woman remained silent, retreating backward slightly in what looked to be a pain of her own as beads of sweat continued to form below her hairline. She didn’t need to speak. She had already said enough in her short time here to push the point that Bir Vuul was nothing. Not to these men. Not to his brothers and sisters in the Order. He was nothing to anyone.

As Kor’Bishal continued to drag on with his speech of revenge, the symbol that had been carved into the Kel Dor’s chest began to grow warm. Warmer. Until the heart emanating from the wound was unbearable. Bir Vuul was unable to supress the cries of pain as he tried reaching his restrained hand over to his pectoral in hopes of… what? Tearing his fingers into the exposed muscle tissue and tearing it away? He was unable, of course, but the fact that he was so desperate to even inflict such an act on himself in hopes of ending his suffering further proved that his sanity was slipping further and further away with each passing moment.

And then, as it had since the sun had risen on this day, it got worse.

It was slow at first, almost unnoticed. The table Bir Vuul was restrained to began to rise in temperature. He was unsure as to why, having missed Kav’s statement while he was writhing in pain from Kor’Bishal’s actions. It soon became clear, however, that his back and legs were burning. Kel Dor physiology diminished some of the heat, but only slightly. It soon began to feel as though his flesh was being made to boil, peeling away from his muscle tissue and exposing the spine and nerves below his leathery like skin. Had he enough training to focus his mind in such situations, he would have allowed his force abilities to lift him from the table oh so slightly as to avoid direct contact with the searing hot metal surface. But he could not focus. All he could focus on was the searing pain both in his chest and on his back. Alll he could do was scream.

@Rhogar @Isen @Killa Ree