Seething anger, that was what she felt. Her own fault, though she would remedy it. Her previous cell, as her captors had figured was not strong enough to house her. So now they had taken to keeping her drugged. She didn't have the strength to remove the medical cast on her right arm and spent her days in a drug induced stupor. It did not mean she was without her senses. She noticed everything in this place, but they were wise enough to limit any ambient information she could pick up on.
No smells.
No sounds.
No eye contact.
She had to admit their techniques were impressive. The thirst was abated, giving her the notion that whatever was stuck in her arm was also feeding her blood as well. Noble group this, too prideful to execute her given her nature, but too fearful of it to simply let her roam unchecked.
Persephone's eyes opened, and the room spun, briefly glancing down to note her clothes, and shoes had been replaced by a simple white robe, with white padded socks. What was the point of that, she couldn't walk? Was it not for the fluorescent light above this place would've made for a nice sensory deprivation room. Though every few hours there would be a clanging sound at the door, then it would hiss open. She always knew when they were coming, as the flow of sedatives increased, making her more docile.
Physically, anyway.
One mistake, that's what she was waiting for. They always made it. Complacency was after-all a very human trait. Though how would she know if her captors were even human? They took care to mask their identities. Always groups of four.
Although sedated, she could feel their needles, and their blades. She wondered if Jedi Master Valery Noble knew about the experiments they did on the side. Or if she would even care...
She hadn't yet seen her since the woman captured her. That was right, Valery was the reason she was in this cage. She was going to hit her back. She had an eternity to wait. And friends on the outside that had no qualms about shedding mortal blood. Her mind was a mess however, and she couldn't reach out. She could barely keep her mind on one thing before she passed out, waking up again to the same four masked individuals.
They had better not make that mistake. They had better keep her sedated. These worms would prod, and poke her like a lab-rat? The anger ran through her, but felt more like fuzz than anything else. Briefly causing her to stir, but fall back with fatigue. back to that black...
'Legs are healing up nicely, subject seems to heal most wounds over time. The cauterized wounds on its legs heal much slower, but they are healing. Doctor Min, I'd like to speak to the subject. Any chance of lowering her dosage?'
'Not in hell, it took a Jedi Master to bring this thing in. And... Well, I was there when she brought her in, tended to the Jedi's wounds myself. Said it was a bite... Look at this, I took pictures.'
She didn't really want to risk opening her eyes again, and would just listen, some tapping sounds... A few beats...
'By the Force, from a bite? Looks like an animal'
'Which is why the dosage stays the same, need to keep this thing sedated. I know its just another experiment to you guys, but there's a reason she's down here. and not in a regular detention center'
A female voice cut in. Persephone opened her eyes warily, trying to see who that was, but as usual they all covered themselves fully. No details other than their voices.
"Ki- a- y.."
She mumbled, barely able to form a coherent word, much less a sentence. There was a shifting around her, and when she opened her eyes again, one of them was peering just above her.
'Come again, what's that?'
She blinked a few times, trying to repeat what she wanted to say.
"Kil.. Yo-.. All"
'Hmm..'
'You know damn well what she's saying Rick.'
'Dosage stays the same...'
'Yeah.'
She relaxed herself, and after they had done what it was they would, they all left. She was alone again. They had brought out all the stops here, as it seemed this room was a Force suppression cage. She couldn't even rely on that. As much as it ailed her, she didn't help. Just a moment... It would come though, it always came. Complacency was the olive branch Persephone waited for now.
