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[Sol Kenuk]

Raxus was behind him. The jedi exile that the Kel'dor had so cruelly captured had been transported to the only place Sol really had that was secure, and perhaps more importantly, well hidden. Rain battered the humid planet of Dromund Kaas, and even in the stronghold, hidden beneath the ground, Sol could hear the roar of thunder clashing above. The storm's fury was relentless as it lashed at the city. Below the earth, in the old lab that Sol had claimed as his own, he re-emerges silently from his private chambers.

Earlier, when Sol had reached the facility, he had insured the exile was secure behind a rayshield, before the Kel'dor had hidden himself away to meditate in the darkness. He had worked through all that the prisoner had told him on Raxus, and he had strengthened his connection with the dark side by refusing to bend to any amount of the exile's influence.

Now, he made his way through the facility, reaching a broad room that had once been used as a secure laboratory for experimentation. It's walls were a bare, sterile white, as was it's ceiling. The floor, too, was a reflective white tile. The light overhead was blindingly bright, pale, just as everything else was. The few bits of furniture that adorned the room were merely a counter transformed into a makeshift bathroom, a few hard metal chairs, and a cold, shiny metal table, bare of blankets. There were no comforts here. The room was not meant to be pleasant.

Sol had converted the room into a ray-shielded cell, though it had always been more-so intended as a means to punish misbehaving Acolytes of his. Now, though, it served a different purpose. It held his jedi prisoner, adorned with stun cuffs to insure as minimal trouble-making as possible. Now, Sol peers through the glow of the rayshield with cold eyes, curious as to whether or not the exile had awakened just yet. The cold metal table that he had been laid across would hardly make for a comfortable sleeping place.

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[Kyosuke Yamato]

Captured again...

Kyo barely opened his dim blues, then winced and nearly closed them again due to the light. The exile's expression of depression was clear across his face and by the way he slowly began to stir. His bound wrists gradually slid across the table, weakly dragging his stun cuffs across the metal surface that doubled as his improvised bed. Not that it was comfortable by any means.

At least he could move his arms, and wasn't chained to a wall on his knees. At least he wasn't wearing another one of those masks that drained him of the Force. At least there weren't a dozen giant men standing around him humiliating him. At least he was still wearing something more than a revealing dancer garb.

Kyo looked down at his smooth legs and realized he was wearing little more than a big black shirt that barely covered down to his knees. His legs pulled up towards his core as he curled into himself and pushed his palms to his eyes. He tried to remain calm, but he was beginning to feel like there wasn't much of a reason left for him to keep going.

There were only a few silent sobs. Just his body going through the motions without any sound coming from him. A few moments later he stopped, and let his hands fall from his eyes. He lay weakly, with little energy left and even less motivation to budge. He could only hope that Sol wasn't like the degenerate Rattataki warlord and his perverted gang. Not that he was looking forward to whatever this Sith had planned for him. He expected this experience would likely be different from the last time he'd been captured.

Then he felt the pestilent stench of the dark side, a familiar bile tainting the air. Kyo slowly rolled onto his shins, placing his palms together down against the table and between his knees. A faint whimper as he gradually pushed, taking a great amount of effort to lift his upper body and head off the table, almost as though he lacked the will and energy to even do that much. His head hung, then turned his chin against his left shoulder, back nearly turned to Sol, gaze lingering down at the floor. Then he spoke softly, with a hint of trepidation in his sullen tone.

"What are you going to do to me...?"

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[Sol Kenuk]

Sol can see weakness as easily as he can sense it. He can see the slumped posture, hear the faintest of whimpers. The exile did not meet Sol's gaze, and his voice is as soft as a kitten's mewl. Had the stranger given up already? Perhaps that would work out for him, in the end. If the exile did as he was told, he might very well survive. For a time, the Kel'dor is silent, lets the question hang in the stale air without acknowledgment. No sense in spoiling the fun so soon, after all. Then, quietly, he clasps his fingers together, and draws his talons against one another in contemplation.

"What is your name?" Not an answer, but a question in return. The exile knew who Sol Kenuk was, and yet Sol himself knew nothing of this man. "And why were you exiled?"

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[Kyosuke Yamato]

"Key-oh." Kyo made sure to politely enunciate his name clearly for Sol. He knew it wouldn't do him any good to lie about his identity now. "I don't remember the rest though... Just Kyo." His chin turned back forward and lowered.

"As for why I was exiled..." His guilt and regret mixed into a demoralized tone. "I guess it doesn't really matter if I tell you anyway, it's likely I was already labeled as a rogue Jedi during the time I went missing..." Kyo paused. A deep breath filled his lungs and left them a few moments later while he searched his broken memories and tried to collect the pieces that would make the most sense to Sol.

"A couple cycles ago something happened to me that caused me to lose my memories. I don't really know what it was." He honestly informed his captor to the best of his knowledge. "A couple months ago I tried to save someone on Ruusan from the first Kilik invasion." He struggled to think, then continued a moment later. "I can't remember who..." All he could see was the blurry face of some long haired blonde lady.

"Maybe it was the Grandmaster..." Her face appeared in his mind, still blurry, but clear enough he could make out some of her features when she Pushed him away. "I'm not sure. But I -- I dropped a wall on her and the delegation, nearly killing some of the most influential people in the galaxy..."

Kyo's cuffed wrists rose. He pushed his palms to his face. Of the memories he did have, this was one he wished he never remembered. It probably wasn't one he should be telling anyone, but he really didn't think that mattered anymore. If anything it felt cathartic to finally be able to confess the blunder to someone. Someone who he hoped wouldn't even care about that terrible mistake at this point. "I don't know what I was thinking. I don't know how I could've been so stupid..."

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[Sol Kenuk]

Ah, the Exile was considerably more talkative now that he was a prisoner in the Kel'dor's grasp. With a name to put to the mysterious face, Sol would tilt his head, continue to listen on as the other confessed his crime, little more than an accident. It could have been a rather incredible one, had this so called mistake accidently succeeded in killing the Jedi Grandmaster. Sol thinks that it's a pity that she survived.

"Mistakes are an opportunity to grow, Kyo." Sol's vocals are honeyed, a familiar tone to the Exile. It was the same voice that Sol had contracted when making his first offer to the other man. "The Jedi no longer see you as one of their own. To them, you are a criminal, no better than a Sith. You are abandoned by the people you love. So, what is your purpose now?" The Kel'dor presses, and his vocals are crueler now, venomous like a snake's. "To be an outcast? To camp out in the woods and survive off meager scraps? To wallow in your despair until it finally overtakes you? How low will you crawl, I wonder, trapped in this void of your own creation."

"There is another option. Embrace what the galaxy believes you to be." But whether Kyo agreed or not, Sol intended to corrupt him regardless. It was just a matter of how painful the exile decided to make it for himself.

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[Kyosuke Yamato]

"Mistakes are an opportunity to grow?" It was the kind of thing he thought he'd once hear come from Jedi. The kind of thing he doubted he'd hear upon returning to the Order. Something he felt was poison to turn him, but wasn't really untrue either.

Perhaps it was time for Kyo to accept what he'd done. To accept that he'd likely never be allowed back in to the Order. Not that he could remember much of what it was like to be with them aside from random training. Then he had to truly consider what came next. To keep wandering lost and alone? Or to succumb to whatever it was this Sith had in store for him.

Kyo's hands slowly dropped back down to the metal table. Then he turned his head back against his shoulder again to gaze at Sol from the corner of his eye with a dejected expression. "What does the galaxy believe me to be...?" He hoped the answer wasn't "dead", but he expected it likely wasn't good either way.

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[Sol Kenuk]

Sol knows nothing about this man, nothing but what he had told him, but the Sith has a fair enough idea of how the Jedi, and perhaps the galaxy, viewed this stranger. At least those who knew of his existence. So, the Kel'dor's answer is confident enough, dark and poisonous as he stared unblinking upon the captive.

"You almost murdered the Grandmaster, and several more alongside her." Just as Kyo had admitted. Sol would use that, of course. "How do you think they view you? Do you think the Grandmaster would welcome you with open arms? Or would she draw her blade and accuse you of treachery?" Manipulative and cold. Sol had no regard for the emotions of his victim.

"Perhaps it is fate. The will of the force." And now it seemed that the Sith was using Jedi terminology against the exile, a callous tactic. "Accept who you are meant to be. Accept the dark side."

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[Kyosuke Yamato]

"Sol..." Kyo let out a heavy sigh and lowered his gaze to the stun cuffs. His eyes nearly closed as he tried to ignore the image of the Grandmaster striking him down upon his return. A vision he'd been suffering from for awhile now. He didn't remember much, but he remembered that woman lacked a mercy even he had. The fear of her executing her judgement on him was what kept him from even trying to return.

"Maybe you're right about all that..." Then the chilling visions he'd had earlier raced back through his mind. He even caught a flash of his parents this time, though he couldn't clearly see their faces as he needlessly slew them for the sake of the repulsive dark side. "...Except one thing..."

A sudden conviction seemed to come over Kyo as he sharply glared back at Sol from over his shoulder again. "Why would I accept the dark side when I can already do more than you'll ever be capable of? All you can do is hurt people. At least I can help them. Wouldn't you rather have the ability to Heal? To grow your own food in a fraction of the time? What can the dark side possibly do for me - or anyone - that you can't already accomplish with a good blaster? It's not like it's the dark side that's burning worlds. Just technology. Anyone with a big ship and bad attitude can do what you Sith do. They don't even have to be Force sensitive. In fact I'm honestly a little surprised the rest of the factions haven't just teamed up and done that to all the Sith and Jedi worlds yet. You'd think they deserve it after all the war they've brought to the galaxy."

He knew of course there were still other mystical things about the dark side, but that knowledge was extremely limited to him now. However, he was beginning to see an opportunity to learn more, perhaps if he started to play his cards right, and only if Sol was willing to continue this challenge of turning the lost Shadow. He also remained completely aware that at any second he could upset Sol and get another shocking dose of Sith Lightning, which he began to grow wary of the longer their conversation continued. Especially if he continued to rant against the dark side with his own limited bias.

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[Sol Kenuk]

And still it seemed, despite everything, Kyo would continue to fight. So be it, really. It wasn't as if it bothered Sol for the moment. Kyo would certainly regret his struggling, though, the Kel'dor was not a kind man. He did whatever it took to achieve his goals, and ultimately, the galaxy could scream about his atrocities for all that they had the breath for. It didn't matter. What needed to be done would be done, no matter the consequences.

The rant on the Dark Side goes on. Sol does not interrupt it. Does not react. His features are stoic, his vision is cold, and he's utterly silent, even after Kyo's words finally draw to their end. Oh, the darkness could do so much more than what Kyo seemed to believe, but Sol would not be drawn into philosophy, and he would not allow such outbursts to go unpunished.

The silence stretches on, chilling, but while the exile might be expecting torture, he instead receives wicked sneer, the expression of one who knew he had all the control, and he would mock Kyo with it for as long as it took.

"Very well." The Kel'dor responds, and as the afternoon is shattered by another clap of thunder, Sol simply turns away. "We shall see how you act tomorrow." And despite anything Kyo might attempt to say, Sol would turn his back on the man, and leave. There would no food, no water. No comfortable rest. Only the bright white walls and floor of the room, the blinding light that was sure to make sleep difficult, if not impossible.

The sound of utter silence, with nothing but Kyo's own thoughts to keep him company.

Sol would return the next day, and try again.

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[Kyosuke Yamato]

There wasn't any response from Kyo when Sol left, just a little drop in his expression. The raven-haired young man only watched, noting anything he could make out through the blinding lights. Even squinting through his bangs he could still barely see, but from what he could tell there didn't seem to be any cameras or guards.

He wondered just where he was exactly. Had Sol taken him back to a Sith stronghold, or was this something more personal for the Kel'dor? He didn't really know, it could give him an idea of how difficult escape might be if he knew though. A question he'd see if he could find the answer to the next time he spoke with Sol. And if nobody else appeared until then, then it might give him another clue.

For now Kyo would sit tight and be obedient for the most part. Stuck alone with his own fragmented mind wasn't very good for his imagination. He had to try ignoring thoughts of what his captors would do to him. Had to fight off the traumatic flickers he had from hazy memories during his last captivity. He couldn't let this go on for long. He knew he likely wouldn't be able to hold out against whatever the Sith had in store for him forever.

Kyo let out a deep heavy sigh. He pushed his palms up to his eyes once more, holding them there and breathing heavily into them as he kept himself from the verge of breaking down. He knew he had to be strong if there was any hope of getting away to safety. Then he paused, and slowly pulled his hands away while looking at the stun cuffs. A new plan began to formulate.

The lost Shadow would take his time centering himself. He remained on his shins and knees, his spine and shoulders straightened, his eyes closed, and his breathing gradually calmed. Kyo would spend several minutes preparing himself for what would become an experiment in taking his abilities to the next level.

With another deep and centered breath Kyo then gently pressed his teeth together, and quickly tapped into the Force. There was barely a second to react before the stun cuffs activated. Kyo directed the light side to the electrical current emitted, attempting to push the electrokinetic energy back into the devices in order to get them to shortcircuit.

Kyo succeeded for only a moment before the stun cuffs overpowered him. He cried out through clenched jaws. His body seized and shook with irresistible convulsions. His concentration dropped, and the light side faded from him. Kyo dropped flat against the cold hard table after that. He tried to keep his groans and whimpers hushed, not wanting to alert Sol, though he figured the Sith probably wouldn't know he was actually trying to develop a means of escape.

After getting enough recovery time, Kyo would eventually push himself right back up onto his shins and knees again, repeating the process over and over throughout the rest of the day - or night, whatever it was. He had no way of knowing. However much time he had alone he'd spend pushing himself to improve his ability, until he'd finally expend everything he had left, and eventually passed out from exhaustion...

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[Sol Kenuk]

Leaving Kyo to himself, Sol slithers through the rest of his stronghold. He insures the place is as secure as it can be, and the few droids that mulled about for the purpose of upkeep were altered to insure that Sol would be promptly alerted, should they spot any rogue prisoners roaming around. With that done, the Kel'dor notes that the afternoon storm had finally settled, and evening was falling across the humid world. Sol's laboratory had no windows, given it's place underground, but the lights dim as if on cue, and the Sith returns to his chambers. It was here, in a room so tightly sealed and controlled, that he could finally (and carefully) remove his mask in order to tend to the typical needs of the living.

All the while, Kyo is left to himself, to his cruel thoughts of all that he had done. Sol can sense the ripples in the force, but the stun cuffs would do as they were meant to, of this he was sure. While the exile struggled in pain and dread, Sol rested within dreamless slumber until the sun finally rose once more.

Still, he takes his time, eats breakfast and re-positions his mask. He even makes a plate for Kyo, hot and steaming, an assortment of things he's certain a human can eat. Eggs, hash-browns, and even bacon. It's a delightful little meal, but whether or not the prisoner would get to enjoy it was yet to be seen. Sol's stride is graceful and measured as he carries the tray of food down the winding and twisting halls, until he finally reaches the holding cell. The smell of the breakfast would have beat the Sith by miles, he's sure, and as he reaches the ray-shielded doorway, Sol places the tray upon a small table just outside, mere inches from where he was standing, peering into the cell with cold eyes.

"Good morning." A rumbling greeting, smooth, and yet devoid of friendliness. "I do hope you rested well." Kyo would probably know that Sol was mocking him, as if the conniving expression didn't make it clear enough. "Shall we try again? Or will you continue your rant?"

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[Kyosuke Yamato]

A maelstrom of memories plagued Kyo's nightmares. Random beats of new images pulsed through his mind this night. Fragments regained from the overstimulating effects of his incidental shock therapy throughout the previous day, coincidentally administered by himself.

Dim blues shot awake. Muscles tensed, then released.

The first sight for day two of his captivity, Sol Kenuk.

"Morning..." The raven-haired exile groaned sarcastically as he closed his eyes again and blocked the overwhelming light with his arms curled around his face. He wasn't sure the food and drink was something he should even trust to consume, and half expected Sol to walk away without feeding him today anyway.

"Could you show me anything the dark side can do to benefit the galaxy? Aside from killing... If I'm never gonna be interested enough to make any progress with it, then we'd both just be wasting our time..." A quiet sigh escaped Kyo's lips after responding with a dull tone. He remained on his side for now, legs bent together, knees and elbows facing his captor. He knew he was going to have to say less today if he wanted to have a shot at actually getting something decent to eat and drink, or better yet, finding some middle ground with Sol.

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[Sol Kenuk]

He tilts his head to the side, peers coldly at the prisoner as he speaks. Sol's not interested in discussing philosophy, though. He's not the type to entertain such discussions.

"Ah, you seem to be making a rather simple mistake." The Kel'dor responds smoothly. "I'm not here to have a conversation with you on how good or bad the dark side is. I'm merely here to give you a choice." He informs, his chilling gaze unyielding as it bore into the figure of the Jedi exile, still so hopelessly trapped, like a rat in a cage.

"You will break, or you will die." And with that break, Sol would rebuild Kyo just as the Kel'dor himself had been remade. Ultimately, though, the man isn't one to waste time. If the exile proved to be too difficult, then there was no real point in keeping him around anymore.

Curious as Sol might be about what the other knows about him, he won't risk life or limb over it. He won't open his mind to a Jedi's influence.

"Your position is a precarious one, so allow me to lay down some ground rules." Sol's vocals are icy and devoid of pity for the other man. "You will do as you are told. If you resist, there will be consequences. No philosophy, no attempting to appeal to my former nature. The padawan you searched for is dead." He advises cruelly.

"I am all that is left, and I do not compromise." Simply put and honest.

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[Kyosuke Yamato]

Was this how the former Jedi was broken?

"I don't mean to debate philosophy with you this time, I'm just genuinely curious, and concerned that even if I willingly follow you then you'll still be displeased with how uninterested I might be in the dark side..." Kyo lowered his arms, and gradually began to tip his body upwards. His feet slid off the edge of the table and dangled together.

He pursed his lips together to the side while looking over Sol and the awaiting meal. He wasn't completely sure he could believe the Padawan he searched for was completely dead. Even Darth Vader was redeemed in the end. Wait... Who the kriff was Darth Vader?

Kyo paused and looked to the side in confusion. He could vaguely see the side of his ex-master's face, her white hair nearly covering her face as she held a datapad between the two of them and taught him the tale of Anakin Skywalker long before Kyo had ever been knighted. 'Kyosk--'

Then he snapped back to reality. The Sith's demands played back through his mind. If he wanted to live, then the lost Shadow knew he was going to have to submit for now. A new plan gradually formed in his mind as Kyo slowly returned his gaze to Sol. "Alright... So." His attitude changed. Suddenly he was much more willing to cooperate. "Should I start calling you master then?"

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[Sol Kenuk]

He thinks for a moment, peering at the other with eyes like glaciers, cutting and jagged. Kyo's loyalty would undoubtedly be beneficial, but that would inevitably mean falling to the dark side. Some might look upon him and allow the use of the light, think that perhaps the other could be useful in ways that involved more than just killing. They might even consider the possibility of using the exile as a mole within the Jedi itself. Sol is not so naïve, though, and he won't tolerate the light side within his students. What he wanted was a weapon, not a healer, not a spy. Better yet, The Kel'dor would not have to bother questioning the other's loyalty if his morals crumbled, and he fell to the dark.

So, Kyo was right to be concerned. Sol would only tolerate the resistance for so long before he grew impatient.

The question on what Sol wished to be called was mildly refreshing. At least it seemed to show that the other was realizing his predicament. There was no sense in struggling against what was to come, an inevitable flood of inky black shadow, a void that would swallow the exile just as it had once swallowed Sol. He was a pale specter, an echo of what he once was. Where Kyo's skin appeared healthy, and his figure athletic, Sol was a ghastly lack of color and a sickly level of scrawny. Even behind his protective goggles, the glow of his corrupted eyes was evident. Such was the curse of those who put more value into power than anything else in the galaxy. Sol understood what he was giving up. He thought it was worth it.

"That depends. Are you to be a student, or a casualty?" The Kel'dor finally responds, his dry vocals still icy and biting.

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[Kyosuke Yamato]

It was time to make the decision. A choice that would ultimately change him if he wasn't careful with how he proceeded. Kyo dropped his chin, letting his raven bangs cover his eyes while he pondered whether or not it'd be better for the galaxy if he just let Sol kill him now.

The visions he'd been seeing if he fell to the darkness. Murdering friends and family. Destroying worlds. Helping to bring about the end of the Order, and quite possibly the rest of the galaxy if it meant the Sith went unopposed.

Things he couldn't let come to pass. But he couldn't just accept death either...

The thought of finding his family again caused him to struggle with what should've been such an easy and logical choice. There was no middle ground here. If he wanted to live, if there was any hope of finding those he once loved then he was going to have to fall into the void, and let this Sith guide him however he sought fit... Until the day Kyo became powerful enough to overthrow his captor and get away, if he didn't truly succumb to the dark side by then.

"I..." He hesitated, unable to look up at the Sith.

"I will be your student... Master..."

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[Sol Kenuk]

The exile seems lost in thought, undoubtedly working out which choice he would make. Sol didn't leave much room for negotiation. It was his way, or death, and now, as the gravity of that choice weighed upon the broken mind of his prisoner, an answer would finally come. Kyo would submit to the Kel'dor's teachings, which meant that for now, the exile was safe from death. How long that would last was yet to be seen.

"A wise decision." Sol speaks coolly, and a pointed claw moves to disable the ray-shield. With calculative movements, he takes hold of the tray of food, and offers it to the exile trapped within the brightly lit cell. "You may eat, today." A simple enough statement, but it held far more meaning than might be initially thought. "Then, we will begin your teaching. Should you do well enough, I might let you out of this cell in the coming days." Time would tell, along with how well Kyo behaved.

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[Kyosuke Yamato]

A heavy wave pressed down on Kyo's shoulders. It was as if he felt the weight of everything he just agreed to bearing down upon him. He didn't have the support of the Jedi anymore. He didn't have the support of anyone anymore, except Sol Kenuk.

His captor.
His master.
A Sith...

Now he would become one too if that's what it took to survive. There was potential to learn new secrets and abilities along the way, as long as he wasn't forced to kill innocents or betray old family and friends, then perhaps he could make it through what he hoped would only be a short phase. With a heavy heart Kyo accepted his new role as Sol's unofficial apprentice. He would try to be as cooperative and obedient as he could, without stepping as many lines as possible. He knew what punishment was like, and he could imagine a few different ways a dark sider might punish their subordinates.

Kyo didn't make any sudden movements when Sol approached. He remained as motionless as he could, trusting now that his new master actually had enough of a reason to keep him alive. By the passive delivery of warm food, what seemed to be a hearty meal, the first sign of trust would be established, even if it were tentative at best between the two of them. The unofficial Initiate wouldn't resist the offering, and obediently accepted the meal. As he took the tray in his bound hands he looked up at Sol, with a single effeminate eye poking through his bangs.

"Thank you, master." Then he'd go to take the tray from Sol and set it into his lap, moving his wrists around together as though he had plenty experience of having them cuffed. Without any issues or the need for Sol to unbind the stun cuffs, Kyo began eating the meal with whatever utensils were provided. There wouldn't be anymore questions or comments from him while he ate, unless his master wanted him to speak.

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[Sol Kenuk]

The Kel'dor doesn't reengage the ray-shield, merely leans against the wall as the other eats his breakfast in silence. The Sith was a looming and ghastly presence, undoubtedly oppressive and cold, but for the time, he makes no effort to frighten or torment the exile. It seemed that the other was an initiate, of sorts. If he passed, fell to the dark side, Sol would bring him into the Sith as an Acolyte. If he chose instead to continue clinging to his light sided ideals, then so be it. A life lost that the Champion would not bother to mourn.

When he had met the exile on Raxus, Sol had sensed the weakness of the other, had sought to exploit it for his own gain. Now it seemed that he was right to do so. This was no naïve attempt at tainting a Jedi. Sol was targeting someone that he was confident would break, shatter like brittle glass.

When the exile finishes his food, he would find that the Kel'dor was staring at him, vision intense even hidden behind his goggles. It was time for the very first test. Sol doesn't expect the path to be quick or easy, but nonetheless, the exile would follow it dutifully, or suffer.

"Tell me, Kyo, how does it feel to be abandoned by the order? How does it feel to know that the Grandmaster thinks of you as a traitor?" Despite the cruelty lacing the words, the prisoner might find that it was not said in a mocking manner. There was something specific to be gained from this. "Tell me how you feel when you think about what you've done, and how quickly the Jedi were to throw you to the streets." Soon enough, Kyo would understand why he was being asked.

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[Kyosuke Yamato]

After finishing off the last few bites with a hefty swig of his drink, Kyo let out a refreshed sigh and set the cup back down on the tray. As Sol's poisonous words hit him, Kyo hung his head again and did little to stop his thoughts from spiraling. A few painful cracks broke across his heavy heart as he considered those he was leaving behind, and the woman he thought would keep him away.

"I feel heartbroken..." He envisioned the Grandmaster upon his return, the blurry image of the Yavin IV temple snapping across his mind. The blonde woman standing at the top of its steps, saber ready to cut him down for betraying her and the Order.

"I feel she's not really wrong for thinking me a traitor, but... at the same time, I feel I've been betrayed... let down..." Kyo's entire demeanor started to sink. His upper body began to slouch over as he began to brood. His heart felt like it wanted to wither and crumble to dust. "I feel like I should stay far away from them, and never see any of them ever again..."

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