"Well done, Connor, very well done," she commented once he was done eliminating the Bloodhounds. She could tell he had enjoyed it, the feeling of having power over life and death for these beings... of being their executioner, of being superior to them in every way. While he might pine for the authority he wielded as a Silver Jedi, he had never been destined for the path of Light. He had always been destined to walk the darker path, it had only taken time for him to realize it.
"What the hell are you people?!" the leader of the now deceased gang groaned.
"I am Sith," she replied, bending down to be at eye level with the man. "This could all have been avoided if you had just given me what I wanted. I would have had information, and you would have made a small fortune in credits... and my eternal thanks and support."
"Wa... wait! I can still be of service to you!" the man cried. How pathetic, bargaining for his life right after he had attempted to kidnap them and hold them hostage. Such a disgusting, vile example of a man. If he hadn;t turned her offer down, she might have had a use for him. "I can tell you who has the artifacts from Zakuul!"
"It's far too late for that," she whispered, a hand placed lightly on his cheek. She looked up at Connor and smiled. "Watch."
The hand on the leader's cheek turned hard, holding his head in place as she gripped his jaw. From her other hand, dark tendrils of energy formed, driving themselves directly into the man's head. His mouth opened in a silent scream as she tore his memories from his mind. Could she have used a simple mind probe? Yes... but this was infinitely more satisfying. Her spell drew memory after memory from the man, and if didn't hold the information she desired, she obliterated it.
At last, she landed on the memory she desired. The one that revealed who might very well still owned Vitiate's holocron.
The small box of artifacts had been included in last year's prize pot, along with plenty of credits. The man before her had assumed that they could get all the winnings back from the rigged race, but he hadn't counted on Kurt Meyer winning... and his little girlfriend getting free. They had taken the box that contained the puzzle box she desired, the holocron itself.
She pulled out of the man's mind, and with a twist of her hand, killed the husk that was left after her invasion of his mind.