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[DancingFox]

Baigo's last sight had been his masked captor standing above him as distant explosions and screams carried on a gentle breeze. The armor clad individual in his Krayt Dragon patterned helmet had tilted his head ever so slightly, and then agonizing pain seared through his body before the scene faded away.

When he came around again, it was to the sight of metal bars and the slight hum of energy all around him. The ambient noise would be familiar to anyone who spent much time in the void. It was the sound of a starship, active and running.

Further exploration would show that the cage was inset into a wall. The view is just a white walled corridor with black and bronze decorative paneling. Beside where he's curled up is a tray of food. No utensils, just bread and some sort of cheese.

@Karvon Tulos

 

[Baigo Trandon]

Slowly, Baigo began to rise from his spot on the cell floor. His vision blurred, he was unable to comprehend his surroundings for quite some time, allowing him a chance to collect his thoughts and consider how this had all occurred. He felt weak, physically drained, and his mouth was dry from the slow breathing from his open maw while he was unconscious. Finally, his vision began to focus and he could see the steel bars that held him in his confinement.

"How archaic," he groaned as he pushed himself up against the wall. His hand rose to his forehead, and he could feel crusted blood around a now dry wound, but verified that he wasn't in any severe medical distress. He just needed time. As he scanned the room he was locked in, he spotted the food tray and slowly reached over before pulling it to himself. Once he had finished forcing down the dry meal, he crossed his legs and began to do his best to center himself. It wasn't hard for him to come to the conclusion he was on the armoured man's ship soaring through space, though he had no clue as to where he was going. "Seems I have gotten myself into a spot of trouble," he muttered, breaking the silence of his meditation.

Baigo stood and walked over to the door of the cell, doing his best to see the layout of the area around him, but saw no one else. So he called out.

"Yoooohoooo! Is anybody out there? I feel lonely, why not come be my buddy, huh?" he shouted with a smirk. He wasn't sure of how, if even at all, he would get out of this one. But getting to know his captor was as good a place to start as any.

 

[DancingFox]

Peeking into the hallway, which leads to a simple door of the same color scheme, he can see a hint of another cage beside him, but not any of what might be inside. As a note these bars are durasteel, but they crackle with energy and surround Baigo on all four sides. One would surmise that a force user, of which Baigo has seen their captor undoubtedly is, would leave room for another known force user to act in such capacity. In short, using the force would probably land you a bad time, likely because of the slave collar around your neck, if nothing else.

Baigo's voice echoes, but there's no response for about five minutes or so. Silence reigns except for the sound of breathing and the steady hum of the vessel's components before a loud hiss sounds. The door at the end of the corridor slides open and a figure in brown robes steps through.

Their captor stands at about two meters tall, and even with the robe, one can tell that he has a slender build. From the raised hood, two spikes protrude through the material from either side of the skull, and the muzzle of a snarling beast emerges from the cowl, all done in some glossy ebony stone or metal. He begins walking forwards, flashing dark colored boots of some animal's soft hide beneath his robes, until he stands in front of his prisoner's cells. His hands are folded behind his back, completing an unnaturally stiff pose reminiscent of a military veteran, or perhaps nobility.

"I am here, Sith, but I am not your friend," he says in a cool accentless voice, without a trace of emotion. "What do you need?"

Face to face with his captor at least, without the holographic features of the helm to hide his eyes, Baigo can see pale blue irises gazing steadily back at him, reflecting the same steady tone that the man speaks in.

 

[Killtec]

Hikaru frowned slightly, as he came to. He remembered being on Onderon, about to sabotage some... gun installations? He couldn't remember much, honestly. However, he recognized his surroundings had changed, and then noticed he felt a bit odd. He reached to lightly massage his sore neck, but was stopped when his hand came in contact with what he presumed to be a slave collar. Good grief, Hikaru thought as he more closely observed his surroundings.

The cage he was in had an energy field around it, making it a force cage. The cage was set into a wall, and as such only had the force field on one side, which was also the only "exit", if you could even call it that. It was four durasteel bars, without much room between them. Just enough to see out and to the other side, which to Hikaru seemed reasonable for transporting hostages. Based on the construction outside the cell, Hikaru guessed the ship wasn't one of the Republic's, but most likely belonged to a bounty hunter that happened to be assisting in the defense. There was a small duraplast platter next to him, with no utensils, but that was okay. Hikaru would need any, since the platter contained some type of bread and a kind of cheese. He wouldn't eat any of it, he decided, when he suddenly heard the voice of... Baigo? It seemed far away, and as he tuned himself in to the Force and focused more closely, he heard minutes later the entrance of the Siths' captor.

It seemed to Hikaru that the man hadn't noticed his awakening, so Hikaru waited on the floor of his cell, cross-legged. If he remembered correctly, the collar would have some type of camera, and while he absolutely hated using them, he knew how to both use one and disrupt it. Then mid-thought, his concentration was interrupted by a sudden, light shock from the collar.

Dang. Gotta stay calm, our captor may be willing to talk. However, if he comes to open the cage and collect my uneaten meal...

 

[Baigo Trandon]

As Baigo finally saw the man beneath the helmet, he was taken aback by the shock of his revealed species. Through out all the duel, he had believed the man to be human, not some sort of... mutt. Nevertheless, this man was his captor and would have to be treated with the respect he deserved. To a certain extent, at least.

"Aww, that's too bad," Baigo began. "Your kind of a rough and tough bad ass. They always make the best of friends to have. And what do you mean 'what do I need'? I told you, I wanted to make a buddy but someone is holding himself on a pedestal. Is it because you beat me? Probably. Can't say I blame you. Defeating a Sith looks pretty good on a resume, I must say. Say, where is your buddy from Onderon? Where are we going anyway? Why haven't you killed me yet? Can I get something a bit more succulent for food... Like a burger. Oh my god that would be delicious, don't you think? C'mon, I'll even buy it. Just swing on down to the next planet we come near and it's all on me," Baigo continued at a mile a minute pace while he sat cross legged on the floor, flashing the Nalroni a toothy smirk at the end.

"Wouldn't you hate it if I was actually like that? Sure would make for a long trip. But burgers aside, where are you taking me anyway, hunter?"

 

[DancingFox]

Perhaps it was some odd quality of the material in which the corridor was constructed of, but each Sith could barely hear the other despite being side by side, though they didn't know it yet. The deception was revealed when the masked Nalroni stepped in view of both cells and pulled back a concealed panel in the wall, revealing a control panel of some sort. It was promptly concealed by the alien's body as he interposed himself between the panel and the two captors, typed in a command code, and slid the panel back into place.

Hikaru could quite suddenly hear Baigo's mile-a-minute exposition coming from the other cell, and then Ra'jhan's soft spoken pronouncement of, "You bore me. Are you quite sure you're Sith and not some exploitative farmer's wife?"

The black mask swung towards Hikaru after the casual insult, and the man blue eyes crinkled slightly at the corner, as if he was smiling beneath his coverings. "Perhaps you can be more interesting? We're quite some distance away from the station, and the holonet can only provide so much attention for a single man." He chuckled in soft amusement and then leaned against the wall, crossing his arms.

On further inspection, his species still wouldn't be clear, but the booted feet that stuck from beneath the hem of his robes were digitigrade, his hands ended in three clawed fingers, and the angle of his eyes was subtlety off. That lean build though wasn't associated with any of the common beast like species in the galaxy.

 

[Killtec]

Hikaru cringed a bit as he caught the end of Baigo's babbling, then he watched silently as the captor came into view and spoke. Hikaru couldn't immediately determine what species the captor was, but he was able to gather that the man was a canine species. Hikaru ignored the captor's question towards him.

There wasn't much he could do at the moment, but as soon as the captor moved on he would get to work.

 

[Baigo Trandon]

As the man dismissed Baigo's ramblings, he slumped back and rested his hands on the floor behind him. The Sith has no tactical approach to his situation, no plan for getting himself free, but yet he still does not concern himself with the fact that he may soon die. Instead, he decides to keep his attention on this man before him. Baigo watched as the alien began to converse with someone in the cell near by, asking for entertainment but he was greeted with silence. Finally, the Sith took notice of the now missing panel and saw the young boy he had been set to work with on Onderon sitting in the cell next door. It wasn't some sort of big surprise to him though. Hikaru wasn't dead when Baigo had left him in the AA control room, and since he himself had survived, why wouldn't the young man?

Baigo locked his gaze with the boy, and gave him a small nod. Not for respect but that they were both now in the clutches of the enemy and there was no time for squabbling amongst one another, despite how badly he wanted too. Following Hikaru's silence, Baigo spoke up once more.

"Sorry that I'm not the man you want me to be, Bounty Hunter. But you could still be a touch more courteous, don't ya think?" Baigo spoke with a confident tone, but made sure he didn't come across as cocky. He didn't need to poke his captor and try to stir the pot. "Gee, apparently he doesn't want to talk. Not surprising, really. He hardly spoke a word the entire time on Onderon,"

 

[DancingFox]

Ra'jhan rolled his head back towards the other prisoner, his stance conveying that boredom was beginning to overcome his initial neutrality. "I don't want you to be anything. I presume nothing about you, and you should not presume that I feel the need for courtesy at this time. Simply put, I'm not being paid enough to give you first class seats."

His gaze swivels between the two, and he lets out a soft sigh. "Can't believe they're pulling kids into war now. Can't rightly say I care who wins, I'll get my money either way, but some things shouldn't ever be. You keep it between yourself and your enemy, like what you lot did on Tython. You leave the children alone. Either of you had so much as touched a child or a mother with your acts, I'd have killed you both."

Ra'jhan wasn't sure why he was being so open with his prisoners, and upon that realization, he stopped talking, and his eyes turned cold once more. "As a note, my assistant will be watching while I sleep. Any funny business, and I /will/ kill you. I don't need money so badly to care that I only get half the bounty for bodies."

 

[Killtec]

Hikaru smiled slightly at the "funny business" part. Like his 'assistant' would be able to do anything about two Sith. He watched, waiting for the captor to leave.

Hikaru's pain tolerance was barely being pushed by the low shock setting, due to years of painful, yet gratifying training. He gathered his Force energy, slowly, since he could sense the canine captor's sensitivity. He would wait until he could sense the male was asleep, then Hikaru would attempt what the hunter deemed "funny business."

 

[Baigo Trandon]

"What our lot did on Tython?" Baigo began, now slowly rising from the floor. "Whatever occurred on Tython had nothing to do with the Sith, Hunter. And even if it did, it would have been justified. Mere days before the stories of the Jedi temple passed through the Brotherhood, we all were licking our wounds from a Jedi detonating our own Academy. Many children died that day, too." He stopped for a moment as he remembered walking across the rubble that had once been his home. "I know you said your neutral in this, but some of us are fighting for far more than credits or beliefs. Some of us are avenging our fallen brethren and children, loved ones, family. We Sith aren't as heartless as society has made us out to be,"

The Hunter had struck a sensitive cord with Baigo by mentioning the Jedi homeworld. Ever since the attack on the Korriban Academy, his heart burned for the Jedi to be exterminated for their actions. He wished he and his comrades could take credit for the Tython bombing, but alas it wasn't them, or Baigo would have been at their side.

"Very well, Hunter. I bid you good night,"

 

[DancingFox]

Hikaru's pain tolerance may well be high enough to withstain the pain, however the mortal body simply cannot build up a resistance to the involuntary spasms that occur when one's nerve endings are activated by strong electrical currents. Even the bodies of the dead respond to electrical stimulus, so long as the nervous system has not yet decayed. One would seriously doubt that Hikaru was a long dead zombie Sith, but if such was the case, Ra'jhan had his holy water well prepared for the task.

Despite his conditioning, the muscles spasms would still deny him the concentration required to gather the force, especially at the slow steady rate that the boy was attempting. It might also be prudent to not attempt that feat, considering there was a Nalroni who was quite obviously a Force Adept, at the very least, standing still not three feet away. Furthermore, slicing into the droid brain that assisted this vessel would be extremely difficult, and without Ra'jhan there to release the computer's defense protocols, the ship would simply continuing hurtling towards the Void and the Sith would be delivered into custody all the same.

Ra'jhan's eyes narrowed at Baigo's words, and a low snarl emerged from beneath the mask, the first real sign of emotion that he's displayed. "The Jedi killed your children, Sith. Do to them what you will, but do not burn the worlds of the Republic, do not kill their children, do not slaughter ones that had nothing to do with killing your people, and dare to preach to me. What did Zeltros do to attack your people? Onderon? You didn't kill the people on those planets for vengeance. There is no vengeance against people who have not harmed you."

The masked figures takes a deep breath and shakes his head. He loved children, he really did, and that these Sith truly thought they were justified in killing them, when they weren't even vaguely associated with the Jedi... It was sick, even to his hardened heart. If they had actually attacked the Jedi, he would have had no complaint, but this was abhorrent and twisted. "Yes, good night. This is your last chance to eat or drink. Take it." And then he waited, watching to see if they would take his advice.

 

[Killtec]

Hikaru ignored the man, realizing that his attempts to concentrate were futile. His duraplast platter of food sat behind him, between the back wall and the Sith. He wouldn't eat yet, and he had moved the tray from the small trapdoor that it came into the cell from (to keep the captor from lowering the force field surrounding the cage). Hikaru noticed that the wall paneling in his cell was loose, and could easily be pulled from its place. The camera built in to the collar could be easily damaged by either material, and would be essential in destroying in order to at least get out of the collar. The cell would be another story, but Hikaru would be able to easily deal with it once his ability to concentrate returned...

 

[Baigo Trandon]

Baigo crossed his arms as he listened to the hunter speak, the anger of the thought of Jedi beginning to swell inside him. His emotions sparked a storm in his heart as he envisioned the rubble of the Korriban Academy, tearing away at his will to remain passive... But he knew his situation wasn't leaning in his favour and decided to bottle the rage until a later time.

"Yes, good night. This is your last chance to eat or drink. Take it."

Slowly, his one arm stretched forward and had found the hand's finger tips placed under the lip of the metal platter. Looking directly at his captor, Baigo slowly pushed it towards the edge of the cell nearest Ra'jhan until it was at the end of his reach. It was empty since he had managed to eat the dry meal shortly after awakening, short for a few crumbs from the bread.