Jedi Praxeum

Thu Sep 01, 2011 9:31 am by Kirith Aridigo

*If there was something Kirith wasn't always good at, it was sitting still and being quiet. It was quite odd, since most of her time in space when traveling between planets involved sitting still - but she normally made that tolerable by blasting music and singing along (she had, on occasion been known to use the various implements in her toolbox as a makeshift microphone on such occasions). Even as a youngling, she hadn't exactly ever been known for her 'sitting still and quiet' techniques, something that frustrated her great uncle to no end when he had attempted to teach her the Jedi meditation techniques.

The only time she ever seemed to be able to sit down and be quiet was either when she was sleeping, or when she was working with machines.

However, since sleep wasn't exactly something that was possible in this uncomfortable, and with her hands bound and all her tech-stuff taken away, it wasn't exactly like she could fiddle with anything.

Thus, after approximately 2 minutes of sitting in a chair, blindfolded, and bound - Kirith decided she was bored. And stated that fact out loud, loudly.

However, if anyone was listening it was clear that they didn't care or weren't going to respond.

Which left Kirith up to her own devices to amuse herself.

It started with a rendition of "99 Bottles of Corellian Ale on the Wall" which was later repeated a half hour later, only starting at 299 bottles. At some point there were a few drinking songs, including a rather odd piece called "The Sith Lords Who Don't Do Anything," that Kirith vaguely remembered, but couldn't recall from where. Near the end of two hours she had started singing (loudly, and possibly on purpose - badly) the lyrics of some early heavy isotopes group about being "Back in Black," nodding her head in time with her tapping feet.*

Thu Sep 01, 2011 1:00 pm by Atia

*Ati did not have time for her new found spy/saboteur/toilet enthusiast. That is one of the reasons she was left alone in the room. The second was of course the pressure boredom might just put on the woman, but entering the small observation room on the other side of the mirror Kir would have seen if she was not blindfolded, Ati smiled.

Cute girl, and with a sense of humor. She hated and loved to break those. She could not wait to see the first signs of giving in to her wishes, while she mourned the personality that she might ruin, the jokes that will never be heard from those lovely lips again. Singing... especially not.

She decided to start easy. If she wants to talk, then there is no need for advanced interrogation. So, she leaned forward from the chair she sat on and pressed the button for the mic, and spoke.
Inside, her voice would be filling the room with sudden loudness, earshattering loudness.*

"What is your name outworlder?"

Thu Sep 01, 2011 1:33 pm by Kirith Aridigo

*Kirith let out an* 'Eeep" *followed by loud swearing as her song was promptly interrupted by a very loud voice on an intercom demanding to know her name.*

"It's Captain Kirith Aridigo, if you must know!" *she said to the voice, in an affected upperclass accent.* "And it's about kriffing time you showed up, this place has the worst customer service I have ever seen. No one has even offered me a glass of water or my complimentary peanuts! I'll have you know I'll report this place on all of the holonet resort review websites. I'm insulted, I tell you! Insulted!"

*Perhaps not the best response, but Kirith decided it was best to show that she wasn't impressed by the woman behind the intercom's attempt to shake her nerves by leaving her alone in a room for two hours clearly didn't work.*

Thu Sep 01, 2011 1:40 pm by Atia

*Ati shook her head. A challange. She was becoming a challange, and she loved challanges. She was fighitng with herself not to see it as a challange, to give the woman a new chance. True, she had answered, but with disrespect. Seems like she needed to learn respect.
She spoke again, and hoped the woman would learn. And she made it a test.*

"I will ask you once, the first time, and the last time, to speak with respect, only answer what you are asked, and do not mock Nightsister Authoroty.

I am asking again, What is your name?

*Asking her what her name was again might frustrate her, and she will show if she has selfcontroll or self preservation in her enough not to show it, and do as she was told. Atia had a whol lot of other things to do then meddle with these outworlders and their mess they brought to her home.*

Fri Sep 02, 2011 6:27 am by Kirith Aridigo

*Kirith sighed, rolling her eyes behind the blinders as she did so.* "Emperor Palpatine. I know, I know, I don't look like the holovids. After a long struggle I discovered my true nature and went into hiding to have gender reconstruction surgery, as well as youth regenerative surgery. Since that the pitiful Rebel Alliance stole what credits I had left after the surgery, I have been forced to make my way in the galaxy. I'm just this guy, you know?"

Fri Sep 02, 2011 6:56 am by Atia

*After about 20 seconds, atia realised she was gaping as a virgin girl at her first meeting with a huge example of male genitalia. She did guess there might be some slight pun in the womans voice, but THIS?

THIS?

Wery well, if she wants to play games, she will find someone who loves playing games.

She managed to gather herself and controll her anger and an evil cackle that she didnt want to let loose, her fingers till rooted on the comm button as if it the two had become one, and answered lightly.*

"I see, Lord Sidious. It is fortunate for me to have you then. You have a lot of secrets you want to share with me, I presume, with some persuasion.

Get in the Kit."

*That last one was not for her, but she wanted her to know something was coming... and about 2 minutes later, it came. Atia had left the observation room, and now was overlooking the tools of her trade being carryed in. Kir would hear a door oppen and several stepps, things being put down, something being attached to something else, a whole lot of comotion actually.

In truth, A table was brought in filled with tools like knifes, plyers, shockers, a small generator, wires, hammers, chemicals, and some powertools. A large metal bowl was carryed in too, and not to mention the tube attached to a water tap on the wall. Of course, Kir would not see this... just hear the commotion as the "Kit" was brought in. Then, for a moment, there was silence.
In truth, there was a Verpine drone standing behind Kir, with a towel, and an other beside her with the waterry end of the tube attached to the water tap. Stood in full silence.

Then, steps. High heels on concrete floor, slow, determined, and coming closer. It would walk past her and stop right in front of her. Atia was looking down on the woman with a smile. When she was done with her, she wouldnt just tell her entire life story, but she would even sing the songs ATIA wanted her to sing, and dance to it even.

Then Ati nodded.

It was quick, and forcefull. Suddenly the towel would be wrapped around Kir-s head, right on her mouth and nose, and twisted backwards as the Verpine behind her leaned one knee against the chairs back, and forced the towel backwards and downwards, so kir would have to look up as the towel was on her face. Then the ice cold water would start to pour on her face, soaking the towel through swiftly and would run down Kirs clohts, slinger itself in between her cloths and skin, soak the outfit she was in. It was really icy cold. Salted water, so it could be chilled even bellow freezing point. It was an evil weapon... and the wet towel would not let her breathe for a long time, untill atia nodded again, witch took a good minute...
A very long minute.*

Fri Sep 02, 2011 7:32 am by Kirith Aridigo

*Kirith frowned slightly as she heard the sounds of someone (or was it someones?) moving around the room, clearly bringing something into the sterile room she had been left in. For a moment she felt a twinge of fear, but brushed it aside. She was Kirith Aridigo. Corellian. Smuggler. Damn good pilot and mechanic. There was no way she was going to let this women see her afraid.

She was consumed with these thoughts, humming quietly to herself as she waited for the people around her to finish whatever it was they were doing, when all of a sudden, she felt some material wrap around her face and jerk her head back. She was about to let out a muffle complaint about whiplash when suddenly ice cold water started pouring on her.

It was awful.

If she were to describe it, it would have been like drowning. Water soaked into the towel around her face, molding itself to her face, making it impossible to breath. She was freezing, she couldn't move, and with the blinders on, she couldn't even see which was was up - as if knowing which way the light was would help her to escape. Water filled her nose, and she felt herself choking, her entire body jerking with convulsions. She tried to hold her breath, unsure of when her next breath would be, if she would ever get. For moment she considered just opening her mouth, embracing the cold water that enveloped her, but the towel was wrapped so tightly around her face she couldn't even do that.

All that was left was the grim certainty that she was going to die. Or worse.

And it made her angry.

Anger that burned within her chest, growing hotter with ever gallon of ice cold water that was dumped on her. Anger that spread down her limbs, invigorating them, before stretching out into the room, filling it. At that moment, even blind folded, Kirith found herself aware of the entire room. She saw the Verpine drone holding her down, and some woman with high heels standing a little ways away, not a drop of water on her. And that pissed her off.

Suddenly things like breathing, or dying, seemed inconsequential. Mortality mattered naught. The girl known as Kirith was baptized in the cold salt water and hot anger, transfigured into something else. The essence of Kirith melted away, and what was left smiled behind the towel, only vaguely aware that her body was still reacting to the sensation of drowning.*

Fri Sep 02, 2011 7:46 am by Atia

*Then finally Atia nodded again, and the towel was pulled away. This would be the time for Kir to start breathing again, get her breath back with some coughing, and atia would let her do it for two, maybe three breaths. This would be the time to ask questions again, but no. Atia did not want the woman to think that Atia believed her so weak. She was strong true, and atia wanted to give her the illusion that this will never end.

Ever.

Of course, the illusion might just turn into truth in time. Depends on the woman. Atia watched, and was delighted to see that it was not fear that showed on the womans body language, but rage. One could see it. Not throwing her head and body back and forth trying to flee the towel, but tensing up. Anger did that to people.

Atia nodded again, far before Kir could regain her breath, and the towel was around her mouth again, her head jerked back, and water pouring down her face once more. But this time atia wanted to escolate. She wanted to escolate to a point when the woman screamed. Usually, after screams, you could get answers.

Atia walked over to the table, and grabbed a smal taser. Set it on a low setting, since she did not want the woman to pass out, and slowly walked back in front of her new friend. After about 90 seconds of drowning, she nodded again, the drones letting go of Kirs face with the towel.

But this time, Kir would be allowed to regain her breath. Why? Because while she would regain her breath, Atia would slam the taser on her left thigh, and activate it, let it fill the cold and soaked woman with amp after amp.

Ati had a dinner reservation in the Citadell tonight. She did not want to miss it, so she did not build up to this point. She started with pure, unhindered aggony so she could get what she wanted fast enough. Mind games could wait.*

Fri Sep 09, 2011 7:20 pm by Kirith Aridigo

*She came into full awareness feeling annoyed. Annoyed at the mortal body she was confined in. Annoyed that She had been fool enough to bind herself at one point with this soul, so that it's sickly, pathetic, weak thoughts invaded Her own. Annoyed that in doing so, She had begun to feel something. Annoyed that She wasn't even sure how much of Her was Her anymore...*

*Annoyed by this insistent torture.*

*She couldn't say anything, the cloth over her mouth made sure of it. But as she felt the water stop pouring long enough for that... woman... turned that electric thing on...*

*...Well, at that point annoyance moved straight over to really Kriffing Pissed Off.*

<<WE ARE UNAMUSED>>

*Her voice was different from Kirith's, who had mentally retreated to some dark corner filled with long forgotten horrors that were best to leave forgotten. Her voice was cold, filled with old hatreds and new ones. Her hands clenched into fists, as if grasping onto the source of her pain, and pushing it outward throughout the room forcibly.*

Mon Sep 12, 2011 10:03 am by Atia

*She was grinning as she jolted the woman in front of her. Those instinkts of her had taken over for the last couple of minutes. THose instinkts that came from that deep place inside of her, that would break her down if it wasnt let out now and then. It was egoistical to torture this woman, she knew it but rather this woman then a sister to get hurt. Yes... thats the logical choice. Rather this woman in this fascility then her sisters to see what she can do, what she is capable off, what she needs to do to remain herself.

It was a lie, all of it, and none of it. Or so she wanted to believe.

Then it hit her, both her mind and body.*

Kirith Aridigo wrote:<<WE ARE UNAMUSED>>

*And the wave hit her and her companions, the tools on the table. The two verpine were pushed against the wall and collapsed, shocked a bit, trying to get back up. Ati herself lost the taser, and was fung back. Her muscle reflexes hit in, and she ended upp in a roll. She ended up on her knees a meter from the wall with the mirror and looked up. She was not shocked, a bit surprise for a moment perhaps, but she looked at the woman curiously. Atia signalled the verpine to stand where they found themselves with a hand gesture, and just looked at the woman.

A force user... a dark side force user. Who IS she?*

"I am ammused girl. Very mutch so."

*Her tone wasnt thretening, it was filled with sheer curiosity. Then became commanding.*

"Bring in phase 7."

*The verpine trotted out, and now Ati had privacy for a moment. Kir would hear Ati-s voice coming from furhter away then close, and the yellow twilek thought maybe she gets relaxed a bit with the verpine gone and her torturer not an armreach away. Maybe she would talk, seeing what ati can call is foreplay. SHe can do far far worse things then pain to the body.*

"Tell me Captain, oh Captain. What is your faviorite colour?"

Wed Oct 05, 2011 6:10 am by Kirith Aridigo

"We fail to see the relevance of the question," *she said in a cold voice that was different than Kirith's snarky comments minutes before. The blindfold was across her face, and she leaned back in the chair, face turned in the direction of Atia.* "We grow tired of these games of yours. They accomplish nothing. If you have a relevant question, than ask it, but we feel your resources would be better spent catching your errant prisoner and his pitiful band of compatriots."

*The being took the moment of reprieve to take stock of the body's condition. Heartbeat was still erratic, but it was slowing down now, and the breathing pattern was harsher than normal. Behind the blindfold she closed her eyes and focused on calming the rebellious bodily functions. Kirith had once known how to do these things, but it was long forgotten, although the Other had to admit that She (They? It?) might have had a part in that. A very large part.

Occasionally it felt a twinge of guilt at it's interference, if one could call it that. Things had been different, once. Kirith had shown such promise, such power, such . . .

. . . but that was in the past. A past She kept shrouded in the shadows of the Dark Side, in a dark corner that She hoped Kirith never would discover again. For now, They would protect the girl as a repayment of a debt. Protect her from those that sought to undo all Their hard work.*

"Now, are we finished, or are you going to insist on showing us another one of your toys?"

Mon Oct 10, 2011 3:10 pm by Atia

"We are far from finnished, little girl."

*She proclaimed with a cold voice, as she got up and walked her way closer to her. She looked to her left, and reached her hand out, using the force to pull a stun pistol from the table of now unorganised tools, most of them banged up against the wall since the Force Wave.*

"See, you were unable to answer serious questions, with respect, so I was forced over to unserious, irrelevant questions. Now, you have shown that you are incapable of answering those too, so I will have to go over to asking no questions at all, and wait untill you will answer my irrelevant questions, so we can proceed to relevant ones."

*She aimed the gun in on Kir, set it on highest power. The Stun Blaster hummed up slightly.*

"Wich of course, will mean a large ammount of pain."

*She fired from close range, a high powered stun bolt. No chance that she would stay concious after that overload of her nerves.

Ati stood for a moment watching her lump body. That last erruption of anger and force was a lot different then the woman she had first laid eyes upon. The arua she felt from the woman through the force became a lot stronger and different too. She was someone else. This intrested ati. She knew how THAT was. She wanted a normal discussion about this with the woman, although that was not possible now. Now, all she could do was to bully the woman into speaking.

And that she would do.

Several hours later, Kir would wake up in a hospital bed, but in the same cell. She would have machines on her sides, hear her own heartbeating as beepings from a machine (the incredibly expensive machine that says "Beep"), and there was an IV in her left arm. She would also feel a strong pain in her abdomen, from a removed apendics, and no painkillers added to numb the after-Op pain. And that pain can be incredible... loosing a part of yourself you never thought about you had, that you didnt actually need to live. And now, its loss gave you incredible pain...

Especially if it was sitting out of arms reach, on a little table, in a glass jar with some clear liquid in it. A small part of her intestines, hovering silently.

She would find her wrists, arms cuffed to the sturdy bed, and her neck would be covered by a collar holding her head where it was. And to make it all worse:

No pillow.*

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