Makko Vyres
Rayia hissed softly as Makko threatened the gran about pushing the button again. While she understood the sentiment, that kind of provocation was likely to do little more than cause the gran to retaliate.
'If you give a snake leverage over you, they will undoubtedly use it. That's why they are a snake. They enjoy pushing their weight around and bullying those in vulnerable states,' she thought. That being said, they couldn't just idly sit here either. If they did that, they'd still meet with a terrible fate.
'Either at Mandalorian hands...' Rayia thought, remembering the steel-faced, visored warriors weren't exactly known for their hospitality. What with using chemical weapons on civilians, abducting and maiming senators, or the way that their captives always seemed to be malnourished when they returned them in prisoner exchanges, Rayia had no doubts of the severity that they would be met with if they were taken as prisoners.
'...or my claws,' Rayia thought, wincing in pain as she watched and felt Makko convulsing again.
She could sense him succumbing to anger, having been in its throes plenty of times. In fact, there would be a moment of shocked silence as Makko invoked the name of Darth Vader as a promise of retribution.
'I'm no expert in Paladin (Jedi in Weikian) history, but I'm pretty sure invoking the name of a Warlock (Sith in Weikian) like that is a big faux-pas,' Rayia thought to herself. She tried to help Makko, as best she could while chained to the wall.
"Hey, Makko. Look at me. We'll be fine," she said, hoping to draw his attention to her. It was an old trick she had learned from a dear friend. Back when she was just a simple blacksmith's apprentice hunting Warlocks alongside her friend. If the world threatened to overwhelm, focus on a singular entity or object. Make it the entire world for just a few moments. Truly study it. Return to it if you need an anchor. She could do that for him. Even chained to the wall as she was. She could be that for him.
The gran's words caused her ears to snap to attention and Rayia turned to look at him. So it seemed that they had discovered who she was. But the gran's lack of panic revealed that perhaps they hadn't captured everything on the helmet recordings during the raid.
'Not that it's surprising. What with the gas and debris?' Rayia thought. Either that or they simply hadn't gotten to the part which should frighten them yet. Either way, it meant that she and Makko were likely on a timetable now.
A cruel smile bloomed across the gran's face as he delivered that final line. Rayia braced herself, ears and tail drawing back and in respectively. She could already tell where this was going. His beady trio of eyes seemed to drink in the sight with relish as he pressed the button. Liquid fire seemed to course through Rayia's veins as she felt the collar discharge bolts of electricity into her body.
"Gnn." She grunted, cutting off short as seizure of her muscles stole the breath from her lungs. Rayia's head smacked into the wall behind her, sending stars dancing through her vision as it locked straight ahead of her towards Makko. Vision that was getting blurry as hot, burning tears trailed from her cheeks. The beast was howling in her ear now, and Rayia could feel her consciousness drifting as the punishment continued unabated.
'Stop, you can't shift... you.......can't.......,' Rayia thought to herself as her mind grew ever more cloudy.
The gran turned, still thumbing the button as Rayia continued to squirm.
"You see, this is what happens when you don't keep your mouth shut, boy." The gran lectured, wagging the remote towards Makko in a condescending tone.
Rayia's gaze started to move, sliding slowly towards the side until they locked on the Gran. But her eyes weren't the same golden pools of warmth that Makko had seen before. No, they were...larger? Colder. More acute. Her pained breaths came faster and faster, turning ragged and feral.
Snap. Snap. Snap. The sharp noises of bones snapping and remelding echoed in the enclosed space. Rayia's clawed hands grew longer and thicker: somewhere between humanoid hand and forepaws.
Shrrrrrk! Her claws dug into the metal of the deckplates, leaving huge rents behind as she drew her hands into fists.
"WHat the Kark?!" The gran cried, jumping back a few paces from the bars.
"What are you?!" His hands fumbled for his belt, where a blaster was kept holstered. Rayia reacted immediately, leaping to her feet with feline agility in the space of a heartbeat. The short Felacatian weaved out of the way of the blaster shots seemingly at the last moment. With her tail able to detect the displacement of air as the blaster fire passed through, and her feline reflexes, Rayia slunk to the back of the room wrenching her chain from the wall as she went.
"URRRRR!" She roared at Makko and the gran, watching both of them with wild eyes and a mouth far too filled with fangs.