Amidst The Stars

[Darth Prazutis]

Wyrrlok-Class Star Destroyer "Accuser"
Hangar

After their brief encounter with an overeager lieutenant attempting to drag away a very inebriated asti caprine, Darth Prazutis took Priestess Briga Tiin with him to his ship, a lone Wyrrlok-Class Star Destroyer centered in a small task force of ships, all of which are from War Fleet Leviathan. When he arrived on Dosuun initially he had no idea how entertaining this blind date with the caprine goddess would go. Many reports suggested her to be a manipulative socialite, her beauty coupled with an impressive reputation to match turning away most. But he was anything but average, and most of all the director did his homework on the woman beforehand.

It was almost comical to him how he carefully, and subtly manipulated the woman. They did the usual dance of minds in the beginning, a give and take game of information and analyzing your peer. But unbeknownst to her he picked up on what she was trying to hide, through her words and the force that picked up the lingering traces of something burning within. Little did she or anyone knew it at that point, he already trapped her. Before she knew anything they were alone, he ambushed the woman's resistances, and before long set her whole body and mind on fire. Prazutis was genuinely surprised at how strong she allowed this to get, a godlike problem for a goddess, it made sense.

They could have gotten to the ship much faster and both of them knew it, he made it a point to let her know of this without actually having to say anything. Every move was carefully taken even his piece of advice, converting the desire into anger. Anger only lasted so long before it burned out, and her desire would burn right through it like a stack of paper thrown into a furnace. She wanted to get her maiden, and he made sure to take extra lengths of time to find the maiden, to get to the shuttle, and to get the shuttle to the ship. Through the whole endeavor there would be no relief in fact there was still far more to do before they reached their destination deep inside his ship. After all he had her in his trap, and this was far from over. How could she have let this grow so powerful? It was startling to the man, but she'd learn, and he'd make sure this whole situation turned out in his favor.

Prazutis made sure to tell the pilot to say nothing on the ETA lest his ploy be up. However just as he neared the ship the man made the first move. While the maiden was sitting a ways up, her inebriated mind fixed on one thing or another out of focus with reality Prazutis closed in on Briga. He wrapped her up from behind and pulled one hand over her mouth wrapping her up with the other, pulling her into his figure, placing light kisses on the woman's neck. After several moments of silence he whispered "Were here, follow me." Before letting go of her just as the ship landed, the ramp descending. He walked down the ramp leaving her in the shuttle behind him, walking at a slow pace into the hangar.

[member="Briga Tiin"]

 

[Ax'no]

Once out of danger, Briga's desire spiked again, almost so uncontrollable that she felt like Livna for a moment, going off with the nearest fellow who smiled at her.

But she had a plan for that. Lord Prazutis had her trapped like the faun in the belly of the snake, that was certain. But digestion could take awhile, and there were plenty of other morsels to consume in the meantime. The Caprine mystic knew that she was the main course, but that didn't mean she was to be devoured in one go.

As many before her, she would appease the Sith Lord with frivolous entertainment, so she could recover her own composure and not succumb like she wanted to - and like he wanted her to. She'd let her own desires grow like lichen on an oak tree, but at the same time, the horned seer had tricks up in her sleeve. If Lord Prazutis thought that Briga was done tempting him with the ambient promise of desire, she wasn't done. Not by a long shot. Still, when he planted his careful kisses on her fur-lined neck, she groaned with abandonment. And then when he left her, abruptly, hanging into whatever shred of dignity she had, Briga finally called for backup.

"You three," she said, to the Asti Caprine maidens, Saira, Livna and Toole. "Follow the Sith Lord to where he goes. Enter his chamber and follow every order to the strictest degree."
The maenads did as they were asked dutifully. Lord Prazutis would not have Briga alone, not yet. He first needed to appease her maidens. Like a parasitic organism, Briga would feed upon her host in promises that he would sustain her eventually, but first Briga's nymphs, both physical and mental extensions of the seer would climb ahead of the Sith Lord, beckoning him to follow.

[member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Braxus Zambrano was many things, but tolerant of those who disobeyed his orders was not one of them. While he walked through the busy halls of the star destroyer, moving down its winding halls and up its corridors, the crew grew silent and quieted down, immediately stepping out of the way of the Hand of Darth Vornskr. How foolish. Prazutis's natural senses as an anzati allowed him to feel the life essence of those around him and those strong in the force stuck out like a light in the darkness. So it was clearly evident that the more he moved, the further he got from the priestess he told to follow him, while three weak signatures trailed behind him. The band of svelte nymphs she sent ahead a simple but effective delaying tactic. Briga had completely lost control of this situation long ago, he had given her time to think and now she was trying to regain her composure, fighting against the aura that controlled her.

The beast needed to be unleashed first if she was going to control it but she'd much rather lock it away. If he was going to mold her into a Sith she was going to need to learn to listen to her master. Many thoughts crossed Prazutis's mind, one of them involving jailing the mistresses or having them killed just to punish the woman. But then he had a much more sinister idea, he'd play her game and turn the tables around on top of the priestess, he'd trap her yet again. It took a little while before they reached his personal wing of the ship, its long halls devoid of people with the exception of Blackblade Guards if they could even be considered anymore. The maidens talked in hushed whispers as if he couldn't hear what they were saying. It was a mixture of excitement, anticipation and what would come next, and curiosity at what exactly was going on with their priestess. Prazutis doubted that they'd ever seen someone put her into a place like this before. But all these would come crashing down as Braxus spun on his heels and stopped in the middle of the hallway. "Gorkai! Come to me!"

A huge, monstrous being trudged down the hall. He wore heavy battle armor under long, reddish-purple cloaks emblazoned with intricate gold patterns at the chest, back, and shoulders. The creatures head was wrapped in heavy linen and covered by a large helmet resembling a golden Aquila with spread wings, and only the crimson eyes were visible behind the narrow slits punched through the armored face-plate. In his large hands they gripped massive vibro-axes decorated with bleached skulls and blasphemous trinkets depicting ancient Sith symbols. The massive creatures stomps echoed through the dead silence of the halls as the monstrosity walked through the hall, stopping right behind Prazutis. Prazutis chuckled to himself as the maidens paralyzed in fear, visibly shaking their tongues seized at the sight of the monster. "You three will do exactly as I say, or I will feed you to my friend here." Prazutis said to them.

"You Saira is it? You will go wait in the sitting room over there and you'll stay there quietly, now." Prazutis barked, his voice devoid of all emotion and apathy, if the mans demeanor was cheerful to them before, it was terrifyingly serious, a threat of imminent death hung in the air as he maiden practically ran into the chamber, where a blackblade guard would seal them behind her. "Now you two." He said turning back to Livna and Toole. "You two will wait a short amount of time out here, just enough to convince your mistress, and then you will rush down down there and tell her a terrible accident has happened to her dearest Saira, and she had to come immediately, except your going to lead her into this chamber here." Prazutis ordered, pointing down a ways to his personal chamber's door. The man turned and walked away but stopped abruptly "Oh, and if you even think about revealing a shred of this plan, even to her." Prazutis snapped his finger and suddenly the monster known as Gorkai charged forward hoisting his axe up in the air, but the beast stopped just in front of the maidens and brought his axe down, its blade stopping a small distance above their heads "I won't be so kind as to stop him if she gains one whiff of all of this." Prazutis said.

While his plan unfolded, Prazutis would enter his chamber and take off the tuxedo rather changing it for a dark robed attire, locking his lightsaber away with his other gear. The mans personal chamber door opened up to a short hallway where paintings covered each side depicting various images, of the Zambranos, of Panatha, of the Ancient Sith. Beyond this corridor sat a large chamber that held a full office desk with a heavily encrypted terminal, the mans set of gear carefully locked away in sealed cases, a small table, a mat for meditation. Another door lay on the opposite end which led to the bedchamber. Prazutis shut off the lights and made the chamber dark, extremely dark, the only sounds were the vents pushing in fresh and cool air. It was hidden somewhere in the darkness that he would lay in wait.

[member="Briga Tiin"]

 

[Ax'no]

Momentarily self-satisfied with her ploy, Briga pondered only briefly at the fact that she would rescue her maidens from a wanton kiss, but thrust them into the bedroom of a Sith Lord with not a care to what atrocious acts may be undertaken. In fact, she grinned just thinking about it. The girls needed to learn that they utterly belonged to the mistress, and their benefactor chose who they would spend their time with. The more powerful man or woman would always hold sway over Briga’s choices for her attendants. They did not need to denigrate themselves with lowly officers.

She sat in a waiting room, calmly meditating, convincing herself to control the raging siren who longed to sing out to – at this point – just about anyone in the ship who was in earshot. Still thinking she was in control, Lord Prazutis was the ultimate nourishment she craved, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t consider an appetizer to the main course.

But her long ears pricked forward at a strange thumping sound. Abruptly Livna and Toole rushed into where she sat. “Priestess Tiin, something’s happened to Saira… an accident. You must come quickly,” Toole said, her voice trembling. Both Caprine were pale with fright. For the love of Ax’no, what is going on up there?

“What happened?” Briga asked sternly as they walked quickly through the ships darkenend corridors. “I told you both to follow every order to the letter. This is what occurs when you disobey,” she said, immediately blaming Saira herself. Was she frightened and fled, or did Lord Prazutis take a hand to her as he…?

She didn’t want to think about that, but it could have been a possibility. Livna, the blonde Caprine gave a high-pitched sob. There had not been any theatrics needed on the part of the maidens – they were thoroughly terrified by Gorkai. “This is all part of the dark path,” she said in a more soothing voice, trying to calm the horned nymphs.

“In there, my Priestess,” said Livna. Briga’s brows furrowed as she stopped the door, but assuming Saira was inside she entered.
The room was quiet and cool, so much that the light fur on her arms and neck stood on end. As the mystic walked further into the space, she was distracted momentarily by the paintings. Inspired depictions of the anzati hybrid’s ancestors and home world lined the walls, filling her with a mixture awe and trepidation. Eternal knowledge of the Ancient Sith was just at her fingertips now… but first Saira.

With an audible swish of fabric, Briga gathered up the hem of her onyx gown as she entered the main chamber.

[member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Darth Prazutis]

The room only grew darker the further in the woman went, the small display lights on the paintings providing some idea of the form of the walls and the glows of the door panels in front and behind her. However as she entered the chamber the door behind her made a unique sound, it locked whether it was automatic or by command wasn't known. But the darkness of the main room of the mans quarters was very ominous, so much that the rooms true size may have been clouded by the shadows. But somewhere within this darkness unbeknownst to her stood Darth Prazutis, sight augmented by the force to pierce the darkness.

Every portion of this plan came to fruition, he had lured the manipulative, alluring, and elegant caprine socialite from the ball and let loose the womans inner darkness, and instead it latched directly onto him. The woman was strong in the force a power that became evident to him right from the beginning, she had the right mindset to latch on to his teachings, absorb what he had been taught by the God-King himself. Before his time under Kaine Zambrano, Braxus was just a mercenary, an assassin for hire who had stalked through the galaxy on one mission to another, but Kaine molded him into something greater. Something that was far more powerful, and something that had purpose. Prazutis would do the same to Briga.

Each step of their time was to teach small lessons here and there, to force her not to run from this desire but to confront the problem she has created, among other things. The caprine accepted his offer of apprenticeship after her darkness was let loose. The priestess belonged to him and this was just the first step of a long journey. Prazutis quietly slid through the dark room without so much as a sound as he rounded behind the woman who tried making another ploy as if she could fool him, and he grabbed her again pulling her close to him, just like he had done before.

Prazutis wrapped her yet again into the snake pit he pulled her into numerous times already, and whispered "Those three fauns of yours played their parts perfect. It was a nice ploy to try and send them at me as a distraction. All three of them are fine." Prazutis said to her as the dark was eradicated by the dim lights. "Very smart but you forget who you are dealing with priestess." Prazutis said as he moved to undo everything she had done to compose herself so far, except out of view of rivals and allies where he had to outmaneuver them all, the process went twice as fast as before. Also before he stopped her from plunging into the darkness for the sake of the area they were in, and the danger that loomed. This time she was sinking into the oceanic depths and he was doing nothing to stop her. "I said to you before that we would continue working on your problem later. You have a lot to learn in the coming days, my apprentice." Prazutis said as he would take personal charge at moving both of them towards opposite end of the chamber.


[member="Briga Tiin"]

 

[Ax'no]

Briga’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, but despite being able to hear Gorkai thumping around the ship, mostly through the vibration, most all Caprine had substandard hearing, and the red-haired mystic was no different. She tried to compensate in other ways, but it was difficult to detect any sounds in the chamber except for the low, mechanical hum of the ship.

Therefore, she was thoroughly caught by surprise when Lord Prazutis grabbed her from behind. Again, she gave no resistance. His firm touch alone was enough to incapacitate her, and the horned mystic felt her desire welling up again. Thoughts of Saira fled her mind as Briga melted into his muscular form, her breathing quickening, horns again tingling pleasurably as they did when she was so close to a release from her pent-up yearning.

When Lord Prazutis admitted the maidens were safe, Briga was relieved. You are just as clever as he, she told herself. Just as resourceful. But she couldn't help but smile at how he parried her own diversion with his own. She finally turned around, almost wrestling with him to reach up and firmly kiss his lips. The darkness curled around them like a shroud, and as she sunk into his embrace, the redhaired seer was able to transcend into the dangerous depths she enjoyed so much.

Prazutis urged her along with his body, which was given willingly to him. She spied the bedroom just in back of the chamber, so she made a beeline for that, slipping off her sandals easily with one hand as they entered; the black sheath dress fell next.

The next few hours consisted of fever and sweat. Luckily the cool air in the room soothed her naked skin as she lay entangled with Lord Prazutis, only resting a few moments at a time to build up energy and then leap upon him again like a sprite. At times, the Caprine was in a trance-like state, the one he’d witnessed a hint of earlier – which made her extremely vulnerable as she was not in control of her actions. This was illustrated by a bizarre request where Briga, figuring out now that he was half-Anzati, begged him to feed off of her. “I’ve never felt it before. It must feel so good to be drained like that,” she said in a throaty whisper, hoping he would mesmerize her, drinking her Sea of Memory like a fine elixir. And of course, doing so would most likely kill her. “Please, please let me feel what it’s like, just once," she begged. Perhaps he would comply when they had nearly exhausted their passion.

Reckless, frenzied and willing to endure just about anything for the sake of her desire, including pain and humiliation, the Sith Lord would finally see how afflicted she was. In the arms of a tedious lover, the Priestess was just another hetaera. But in the arms of Lord Prazutis, who was clearly experienced in the art of carnal manipulation, Briga was the defenseless faun. She finally lay next to the Sith, caprinean brain soothed by a wave of endorphins, she wondered, Do I really have a problem after all? If the learning took place primarily under the sheets of her Master’s bed, would that be such a bad thing? Near slumber, her eyelids fluttered like a fragile moth’s wing and then closed; she had no idea what she was about to endure as the Lord of Tyrrany’s Apprentice.

[member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Darth Prazutis]

The next few hours went by in a frenzied blur between the Sith and the Caprine, and Prazutis was given full view of exactly how powerful this desire had a hold over the reincarnated goddess. The woman's mind flooded with endorphins her scope of reality faded, it was like a berserker sating his hunger for death on the field of battle. How ironic that a woman famed to be the goddess Ax'no of the caprine possessed a godlike problem that she had personally allowed to fester. On one hand Prazutis understood how she could, in fact he too partook in sating the burning desire she possessed. But on another he didn't understand how she let it last for this long without doing anything about it. Regardless he wasn't thinking about such complexities now, his focus was narrowed.

Prazutis gave the socialite, his apprentice-goddess Briga Tiin a wierd look at her absolutely bizarre request for him to feed off of her force essence. Instead Prazutis ignored her wierd question, the woman had already given in to her desires, he only needed to direct her to set her mind to its purpose. After it all he lay in the vast bed the famed goddess wrapped all around him, clearly the discussion finally wore out the caprine woman who not too long after fell fast asleep. Prazutis rested there for several hours before waking up extremely early in the morning. He carefully pried the exhausted and drained caprine off of him and stood up, throwing on a black tank top and a pair of black pants. He walked through the chamber and into the main quarters where he began his daily regimen of intense physical training, starting with push ups, sit ups and even pull ups. It was both his daily regime and the perfect process to think and plan until his new apprentice, his maiden woke up from her sleep so they could converse on the previous day, and days to come.

[member="Briga Tiin"]

 

[Ax'no]

Briga slept so soundly in Lord Prazutis’s comfortable bed that she didn’t feel him slipping out from under her to train early in the morning. Once she awoke, she was slightly disoriented and had to peer around to get her bearings. Her muscles ached from the previous night’s lovemaking, but it wasn’t an unpleasant pain. She stretched languidly, kicking off the sheets and crept out of the bed, her bare feet softly padding across the floor. Her handmaidens normally helped her with rituals at dawn, like cleansing and praying to Ax’no, but lucky for them, the maenads were allowed to sleep in. They are relishing this, she thought. Although in the back of her mind, she knew the three young Caprine would be subject to horror beyond anything they could imagine. Thinking disapprovingly at her maidens still in the bed, she felt wistful for a moment. They were no longer her playthings now. Furthermore, they needed to be tools that Briga could use as her disposal. This would mean a harsh change for them, perhaps even splitting them up. They were too troublesome together, and Priestess Tiin would be traveling more with her Master. She could not keep an eye on them like she could on Iktotch.

They were Sith now – the first link from the Sith to the Caprinean linage that she knew of. But there was so much to learn to unite the Sith philosophy with Ax’no’s principles. Once they were finally intertwined, as the Caprine had been earlier with the Sith Lord, what a blessed union it would be. Powerful and all encompassing. Fire and rivers of blood would accompany the return of the ancient Caprine deity. No one would consider her a silly, frivolous, fertility goddess once she transformed into a vessel of dark destruction.

Luckily, Briga had her belongings sent over to the Accuser before they’d departed Dosuun, and most likely they were with her maidens but for now, she borrowed a robe from Prazutis, which hung off of her lithe frame. The horned mystic found the Anzati-hybrid in the outer chamber, the memory of the night before so fresh in her mind that she couldn’t help the flush that crept up her face.

“My Lord,” she said, giving Prazutis a regal curtsy. “Are you well today?”

At the present she felt more intimate with him than a normal Acolyte would, but wondered if that would even last. So suddenly, there was a hierarchy, something she was not used to in the slightest. But she was certain of one thing: she needed to keep his interest and prove her worth in order to remain by his side.

[member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Prazutis heard the caprine slide out of bed and the patter of her soft feet across the floor as she walked down the hallway and made her presence known. The nights events were still fresh on both of their minds and at the time he shirked the process of apprenticeship in favor of a more desirable prospect. But today was a different day and despite how he relished the previous nights events, or the woman's company she was still his apprentice now. Granted there would be times where they clearly and blatantly rolled over the boundaries like a steamroller, there would be times that they had to abide by them. How the woman turned out as a Sith, if she made it would reflect upon him and he would not be embarrassed by his apprentice.

As she spoke he turned his head to face her and stood up from a sitting position in the center of the room with a smile on his face. "Briga." He said as he walked over to her and kissed the caprine, his hands sitting calmly on her sides. "I am well thank you, but there is something we need to discuss." Prazutis said to her in a serious voice. "I made you an offer last night to take you in and train you but as I said there is a price. You would give yourself to me." Prazutis said as he pulled away from her and walked a short distance away. The man would pull off the tank top and once more reveal the intricate tattoos that went up from a mysterious marking on his chest, and went up and down both arms in deep, dark black ink.

"You remember these, you were asking about them." He said to her. "These are a set of markings I received while under training of my master. It is his mark in the center, but this is also a symbol proving my self worth, proving the completion of my training and my transcendence from a lowliest acolyte, to something more." Prazutis then slid his tank top back on once more. "You are my apprentice but you are untrained, unrefined. You are now a beast ruled by your own desires and to give you my mark would be foolish and an embarrassment to me." Prazutis then slowly walked towards her, he didn't care on what she called herself a socialite, a priestess, a goddess, he continued "You will go through my training and I will mold you into something trained, refined, I will mold you into something of worth. But until you earn my mark as I have under my master. You are nothing Briga Tiin. You're no esteemed socialite, your no renowned noble. Most of all you are absolutely not a goddess I don't care what your people decide to call you. I will tell you what you are though." Prazutis said as he placed his hands on her sides again

"You are mine. Until you prove yourself Briga Tiin you belong to me in mind, body and soul to do with whatever I wish. Keep whatever facades you want among your people, they will still hold you as Ax'no but away from them, with me you are nothing." Prazutis said as he softly grabbed the robes she wore that already clung loosely to his frame, and pulled them off completely. "Everything about you has been laid bare to me. Follow my orders, listen to my every word completely and faithfully, and I will mold you into something of worth." Prazutis said as one of his hands briefly trailed across her form while he gazed upon it. After a few moments he pulled the robe back on and adjusted it as well as he could. "But this is not all as bleak as it may sound, trust me, and I will give you rewards, and help keep sated what controls you, in time I'll even help you learn to control it." Prazutis kissed the caprine once more and then took a few steps away. The woman knew exactly what he meant in his words, the night before was still in their minds except this time she was put into a place she never was in before, it sated her hunger in a way she never could have hoped to accomplish before. "Now all you need to do is to tell me that you understand. Tell me that you are nothing and that my wish is your command master, and kneel at my feet."

Prazutis wondered how the caprine would take it, after all it was big news. In order to teach her everything she wanted to know, to mold her into something powerful she would have to become nothing. Briga would hold as much power as one of her three body slaves, in fact she would be just that, until she could in his eyes prove herself worthy.

[member="Briga Tiin"]

 

[Ax'no]

Lord Prazutis’s kiss was conjugal-seeming, his words anything but. In fact, the powerful Sith’s serious tone caused the horned Caprine to stiffen, frozen in place, even though his large hands were planted on her hips. He drew away, undressed and showed her the detailed tattoos and the center marking which was his very own symbol of transcendence and mastery of the Dark Side. Briga could still smell him on her skin, and the sight of his nude torso was almost more than she could bear. She took a step towards him, but…

Not now Priestess, she warned herself. It’s neither the time nor the place. Still, that poignant spike of desire helped make the rest of his words more palatable. For no one had spoken to the Caprine mystic this way before. Not so directly and so assuredly. And if they hadn’t formed such an intimate bond the night before, she’d most likely be on her way out of the Accuser by now, maidens in tow. And yet when he touched her again, she sharply exhaled through her nostrils.

You are mine.

Suddenly disrobed by the Sith Lord’s own hand, she felt more vulnerable than ever. He would still be able to see traces of desire on her silken fur-lined skin and his own marks – wine-colored splotches now - from their passion. Goosebumps appeared as she tried not to tremble before him, but Briga could not tell which was colder, the icy air in the ship or her Master’s words.

You are absolutely not a goddess.

Briga could agree with Lord Prazutis in every other assessment of her, except this one. But no matter. He did not need to believe like she did. He was not Caprine, and therefore could not know ever what she did. She was embarking on her own personal journey, an experiment to unite the Sith and Caprine ideology. Unless he’d eventually ferret out that secret as well – and she knew he would try - it would remain her own. The outrage in her flame-like amber eyes was very visible, but fleeting. When his fingertips brushed her stomach, she audibly moaned. Her desire was still quite uncontainable, the promise of a sweet reward enough to keep her rooted to the ground. Like his illustrative tattoos, Briga had scars of her own, but not so visible. When she was a juvenile and had just reached puberty, she was ritually whipped by Caprine mystic elders on a daily basis as tribute to Ax’no. The elders were smart enough to not leave scars as the goddess would need to be a symbol of perfection once she reached adulthood.

In any case, despite her reservations, despite her strong pride, and because of her thirst for knowledge and what she’d experienced with Lord Prazutis the night before, she let the black robes fall down from her downy shoulders again. This time she stripped herself bare before the Sith Lord and as she’d done years before with the Council Elders, she kneeled before the tattooed, Anzati hybrid. He was Sith Royalty after all; she knew now by his sheer omnipotence and by the rich paintings which lined his chambers.

But the words would not come so easily. She looked up at him pleadingly with doe-like eyes as though to say “don’t make me do this.” But after a few long minutes on her knees, hands clasped in her lap, weighing the pros and cons of the entire situation, she finally said, “I understand. I am nothing. Your wish is my command, Master.” If she had to endure painful needles as the Lord Prazutis had, walk over burning coals, lay in frozen suffocation of carbonite for years, she would do so. Anything to advance her own power, to show Lord Prazutis that she was worthy of goddesshood, and that Ax’no would once more sweep over the galaxy like a sublime virus, infecting everyone she touched with her divine perfection.

[member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Darth Prazutis]

The seemingly innocent gaze on her face slammed right into the cold stare he was giving her, there was no amount of sympathy he could have for her that would make him rip away the pecking order he had just established. If she wanted to learn under him than she was going to have to listen to his commands. If Briga wanted to be something of worth than she would have to earn her spot, prove to him like he had to his master. "Excellent." Prazutis said as he walked up to her motioning her to rise. He picked up the robe and slid it on the caprine, adjusting it while he spoke "Now besides that your also under my protection. No one will dare lay a hand on you, I'll make sure of that."

After he was satisfied with the robing Prazutis would look up to her, meeting the caprines gaze "How are you feeling today? Hungry perhaps? I'm having food brought in soon. For now sit." Prazutis said as he walked over and sat cross legged on the floor. "One thing I noticed immediately that you should be doing, is meditating. Meditation is something all jedi, sith, all force users perform. Through meditation we reach a deeper state of relaxation that allows us to easily connect to the force, with a much clearer mind. Doing so constantly will help you to form a degree of emotional control. Remember your emotions such as anger, rage, fear, sorrow, all of them are yours to control, they don't control you. This is the start of how you'll learn to control yourself."

Prazutis's began to breath deeply as he shut his eyes. Inside as he has done so many times before he methodically cleared his mind of all thoughts, concerns, worries, and focused on his anger, rage. It always started as a flicker, a small lone flame but it quickly grew, and grew until it exploded in a fiery rage, the powerful dark side energy evident. He let the dark side surround him, swallow him up in its waves but he didn't let it control him, he would use it how he saw fit. From his perspective Briga clearly possessed a lack of meditation, it provided a lot of benefits, most of which she really needed. It would help her work to control the desire that always threatened to pull her apart.

It would be silent for some time as he meditated, silence and tranquility falling over the room. It wasn't until the presence of life forms at the doors that Prazutis broke his concentration. "Excellent timing breakfast is here." Prazutis said as he stood up, holding a hand out for her to use to stand. Prazutis would walk to take a seat at the table in the room while silent, apathetic servants brought in a number of foods and pastries, and drinks including hot coffee. Prazutis sat down after she took a seat. "You can have your belongings brought in here if you wish. I would have you stay with me."

[member="Briga Tiin"]

 

[Ax'no]

Once Darth Prazutis helped her back up, and Briga was redressed, their relationship settled more into what she would envision for a Master and Student. She’d heard tales of fellow Sith Acolytes tortured in chilly, wet dungeons on Korriban by Sith Lords to increase their disciples’s tolerance for pain. That treatment is for mortals, thought the horned mystic. She had no qualms that her Master could be extremely unforgiving if he wanted, but to torture her with droids or drugs or a nightmarish Vong contraption… he wouldn’t do that, would he?

“Why yes I am hungry,” she replied. Ravenous, in fact. Briga enjoyed vegetation more than meat so she hoped there was a variety of food from which to choose. She also thought briefly of her maidens, apprehensive for them. Were they being taken care of? Making mischief across the ship? Or entertaining Gorkai?

She sat across from Lord Prazutis as he explained the art of meditation. Her eyes flickered curiously, she patiently listened, and once he closed his dark irises to the sights and sounds of the room, the Caprine did the same. But she knew from experience with meditation that future visions would likely come to her. Still, she sank into the deep breathing that the Anzati also performed, listening to the stale, ship oxygen moving in and out of his sturdy lungs. And soon enough as Briga became relaxed, a precognitive hallucination struck her mind with such velocity that she twitched as she sat cross-legged. One of her maidens – Livna - would perish… maybe on the battlefield… maybe on an assignment. The image was not quite clear or precise. There was tranquility for Lord Prazutis, but inside Briga’s mind a series of disturbing constructs stuttered by like a malfunctioning holovideo. Her disquiet was palpable.

Relived when breakfast arrived and the two Sith sat together, she gratefully took a cup of stimcaf and then chewed on something green and stalk-like. Her robe hung loosely on her frame and didn’t allow for much modesty in front of the servants, but Briga didn’t seem to care in the slightest. In fact, she felt much more liberated in the confines of the Accuser than she did on Iktotch. She didn’t have to pretend, to wrap up like a mummy, to hide away her attributes for the Caprine population.

Ironic - because she wasn’t free. Not in the slightest.

“How do I block out both the ambient thoughts and the divination, My Lord? What if what I see is important?” Briga gently lay a clawed hand on his arm and asked, “Can I keep my maidens with me?” The horned mystic worried for one of them now that she’d had a vision of Livna’s death. If she could intervene in the handmaiden’s fate, perhaps she would prevent a needless slaughter. But she wasn’t sure if Lord Prazutis saw them as a liability.

[member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Darth Prazutis]

The woman's question of the visions the force sends her was one many acolytes often ask, relatively new new to the complexities of the force. The truth was it takes a lot of time and patience to master the art of vision and foresight to its full extent, but it would be wrong for one to try and block out the visions that the force grants you. "The art of foresight is one of the most ancient and complex force powers, one that takes a long time to truly master. Don't block out the visions let them in, work to understand them and what the force is trying to reveal to you. They may just provide helpful insights in events to come." Prazutis told her while he was drinking a cup of scalding hot tea. "Your species like the Ikotchi possess an innate gift for visions that most species don't have. That's why you are prone to seeing more visions than most. Use it and it will become a powerful ally."

Prazutis shook his head in frustration as she asked about whether or not she could keep her servants. He learned long ago that there were certain attachments one could keep and certain ones they could let go of. In the end the only one you should truly be concerned with, and the one that takes priority, is yourself. Enemies and adversaries will use those helpless, weak servants such as ones personal maidens as leverage to bring you low. "Attachments to others such as to servants in this case is dangerous. It's not the same relationship such as what we have. These servants purely with the knowledge they possess of you, and the external knowledge of how much you may care for them could come back to hurt you. Unless they are completely and totally broken, properly re-educated so they could never incriminate you, there is always the threat of them becoming a liability. Keeping them depends, how much do they know?" He replied to her.

The message he wanted to get across successfully made its way to her ears. Those beneath you and those devoid of such intimate, close bonds as they had were liabilities. In this world you needed to be ruthless to get to the top, and that meant being able to if necessary let go of those you've cared for such as faithful maidens. In the end they were too weak willed to properly guard secrets. Many servants of the Zambranos were brainwashed servants whose tongues were ripped out of their skulls, their minds so addled that death was the best alternative to trying to betray one of their masters. If they didn't fear you they wouldn't respect you, and if they don't respect you they will never follow you. "If those under you don't fear you, they won't respect you. If they don't respect you they'll never follow you." He said, passing along another piece of advice.

Even through the confines of the loosely worn robe he could still see the fading wine colored splotches on her skin from the previous night, through the use of his senses he could still smell his scent on her skin. The confines of the star destroyer were very orderly and regulated, his floor was closed off and heavily guarded compared to what she was used to no doubt. Most of all the servants were in such a state of terror, they'd never speak of this or even be able to. It was ironic that she had more freedom here than on her homeworld, even in the current circumstances. So long as she was here then that would be something she'd have to get used to. "Have you ever been to Korriban, Briga?"

[member="Briga Tiin"]

 

[Ax'no]

Briga was glad that Lord Prazutis did not discourage her from mixing divination and meditation together. In her experience, her visions were more lucid and accurate if she was in a deep state of concentration. The seer was taught to be patient, so meditation came fairly naturally to her. She sipped her stimcaf and put some cheese and bread on her plate, still hungry from last night’s activity, barely noticing the servants there, flitting back and forth - a testament to her own involvement with attendants and slaves on Iktotch.

But what to do with her three maidens sitting unaware in one of the Accuser’s rooms? Briga wasn’t used to making difficult choices when it came to Saira, Livna and Toole. She raised an eyebrow at her Master’s barely contained irritation over her attachment to them. Whether he knew that she shared everything with them – secrets, jewelry and clothing, even her bed at times - was a mystery. “You are right,” she said. “I have been telling my handmaidens for years that they need to learn to stay out of trouble. You see, Caprine on a whole are not very sophisticated. Only through special etiquette classes was I able to get the three of them to bow correctly or even use forks when they eat.”

It was clear she had spoiled them and worse, had gotten too close. And the trio of nymphs also knew too much about Briga's ungoddess-like behavior. She began ruminating on a series of rewards and punishments so that they could be re-educated as Lord Prazutis recommended.

Her amber eyes became unfocused momentarily lost in thought. Then she said, “Yes I think it’s time we broke them and replaced the bad habits with good ones. I will need your help with this, My Lord, provided you see to it that they are not killed.” She stood up and came behind the Sith Lord, resting her clawed hands on his shoulders. By now she’d heard about what her Master had done with Gorkai and how frightened the flighty Caprine were at the sight of him.

“I would like to have them serve your creature for awhile.” Briga rubbed his shoulders softly, her fingers digging into any tight knots she felt under the surface of his skin. “Is he intelligent or a half-brain dead Sithpawn? Either way, it will not matter. Enough time around the creature, and they will be begging to come back to me and more loyal than ever.” She smiled just thinking about her impudent maidens, even Saira, being menaced day and night by Gorkai. This cruelty was a side that Darth Prazutis hadn’t seen yet, but it had always been there inside Briga lying in wait for the perfect opportunity to come out. And now that she had the support of the Lord of Tyranny and the Zambrano Empire, Briga could begin spreading her dark wings.

“I have not been to Korriban,” the Acolyte responded. But suddenly, she didn’t feel apprehension over visiting the ancient, desert world. Making the decision to thoroughly “condition” her maidens to the harshness of life as a Sith had opened the floodgate; she was determined to embrace her new life, regardless of whatever repulsive acts would be a part of it.

[member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Darth Prazutis]

"They possess a clear lack of discipline. They drink too much, talk too much." Prazutis said as she massaged his shoulders, smiling. He was glad that she was finally beginning to see it his way, his apprentice was learning quickly. The servants took advantage of her kindness, squandered it getting in too much trouble, and then causing her to have to bail them out of trouble. Each and every time Briga did she was only proving her weakness, and letting them to slip through her fingers again and cause trouble with impunity.

Prazutis looked up briefly as she asked his help in the endeavor to re-educate her servants. The caprines hands felt good on his shoulders, his muscles ached this morning from the previous nights events, and she was methodical in working out the knots. "Certainly. I will help you transform them so they will never spill your secrets." Prazutis said as he stood up from his chair and walked up to Briga, placing his hands on her sides, listening as she suggested that he give them to Gorkai. The Bloodgorger only came up briefly in a previous conversation as he told her about how he lured her in. Briga had no idea that Gorkai was a killing machine, his mind addled to suppress higher brain functions. The beast only had one purpose: Death.

"Gorkai is a killing machine he would make no use of them, but I can certainly keep him around them for a period, he seems to terrify them greatly, but I have a better idea. We will take care of your servants ourselves, and I will show you how." Prazutis replied to her, stopping briefly to let his words sink in. It was a big step in the right direction for her to do this, and it would bring her closer to him as a result. "Just know that in the aftermath they will be transformed, different. They will not be gleeful troublesome maidens you remember, nor will they treat you the same, it cannot be undone." Prazutis advised her. While on one hand she didn't exactly have to be advised, he knew her mind was already made up and this was only a small test.

However something else grabbed his attention as they stood alone in the chamber. From the previous night of fever and sweat, there was a number of scents in the air. Prazutis could smell his scent on her skin, they both needed to freshen up. "I'm going to have Blackblade Guards get ready to send them down to the brig. For now they're in the lounge room down the hall a ways. If you'd like to say anything to them before they're sent down, you may." Prazutis exclaimed as he walked over and sent the orders down through on his terminal. Afterwards he locked it once more "I am going to take the time to clean myself up while your talking to them. Just let the guards that'll gather outside their chamber know when your ready. Your welcome to all of my facilities to prepare yourself when you return." He added, pulling his shirt off.

Prazutis's tone of voice was suggestive, she didn't have to go talk to her maidens if she didn't want to. This was one of the few situations where he left it entirely up to her on what she wanted to do.

[member="Briga Tiin"]

 

[Ax'no]

For months, Briga had been thinking the same thing. The maidens, especially since reaching womanhood, had been unbridled. It was likely she’d let them get away with it so long because she lived vicariously through them in a way. They were allowed to be spirited, fun-loving Caprine. The same with the Itkotch tabloids. The horned clairvoyant was just beginning to see how weak she’d let herself become. Sated this morning as she was with food, drink and last night’s pleasure… it was easy to see how her uncontrolled passion had been a problem as well.

She finished her impromptu shoulder massage and sat back down at the table, letting the robe fall down one shoulder, and crossing her lean, muscular legs. It appeared the Gorkai was also not the solution as frightening as he would be to her servants. When Darth Prazutis said he had a plan, her stomach dropped apprehensively but she was also intensely curious as to what this entailed. Briga had no doubt that the Sith Lord had experience in these kinds of matters. His entire operation was run with military efficiency. The servants, guards, even Gorkai – they were unyielding in their loyalty. That is what the Caprine goddess not just wanted… but demanded.

Yes, she would demand it starting today.

“I want to talk to them, My Lord,” she said. “I’d like to prepare them, in a way, to what is going to happen to them. Although the element of surprise would probably help to instill fear, they need to know that I was the one who ordered this. If they are unaware they will only assume I’m being controlled by you.”

Watching her powerful Master walk away to freshen up, feeling very satisfied with the events of the last twenty-four hours, she hurried down to the lounge. “Priestess! You’re back,” said Saira, running in for an embrace as soon as the door hissed open. Briga did not turn her away and enveloped her into her arms, running her hand through the girl’s long brown hair. But all three of them could tell that something was vastly different with their mistress. As she caressed Saira’s horns, she said, “You will all now undergo a Sith initiation rite. It’s being prepared as we speak.”

“What kind of initiation?” flaxen-haired Livna asked from the bed as she was filing her long claws.

“I do not know the details but you must be strong.”

Well, that didn't sound good at all to the young nymphs! Saira pulled away, and the girls huddled together like the Bovidae ancestors would have at the sign of a long-toothed predator. The mystic could smell the fear on them now and it was a repulsive odor to her nostrils. “Mistress, please, if this is punishment I don’t know what we’ve done,” pleaded Saira. She was always the most confident of the three and Briga’s favorite. There was no doubt that watching the clever, brown-haired, curvaceous maiden would be extremely difficult for the goddess. The other two were lazy and deserved their fate.

“Remember that I had to go through an initiation too… at the hands of the elders.” The daily whipping Briga had endured. “If you want to serve me, there will always be a price to pay.” And with that, she walked out of the door. To stay there caressing and soothing the maenads would only serve to prolong any altruistic feeling that remained for them. And while it was still there, Briga needed to work on her own transformation to living goddess.

And this was just another step to that goal.

[member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Darth Prazutis]

As Briga left the chamber she'd clearly take notice of what was coming. A group of four Blackblade Guards completely geared in their combat armor with rifles, these armored jackboots trudged down the hallway as she walked out. They stopped to give her room to maneuver around them or away from the door, before the silent butchers filed in towards the three maidens. "By Imperial Order, you are to be detained." One of the faceless monsters said as they moved to grab the three huddled together, three of the Blackblades moved to grab a maiden, while the other stood back covering them.

"Mistress please we didnt-!" Saira said as he briefly pulled away from the guard and took a few steps towards the door. That was all she could do before the woman was set upon by the ravenous dogs. The free fourth guard delivered an absolutely cringeworthy punch to the womans face, only to be caught on her fall down, one of the guards drove her hard into the wall. Restraints were then placed on all of them at blaster point, and the three were then filed out of the chamber and down the hall. All the while the jackbooted soldiers said no more words to the frantic maidens.

Meanwhile Prazutis stood in the bathroom going through the morning rituals which included getting a long, clean shower to clean himself. The doors of the personal quarters were briefly open again while guards flanked them. Servants came in and out to clean up the entire chamber, they worked frantically to get it done, time was of the essence here. They were so quick and efficient that they finished before he jumped out of the shower, and walked into the chamber, heading over to grab a new, fresh set of clothes.

[member="Briga Tiin"]

 

[Ax'no]

The stomp, stomp stomp of the Blackblade Guards's jackboots could be heard seconds later. There was no turning back now. With a frigid demeanor, she strode towards the door, taking note of how the soldiers let her pass. Briga’s treatment by Prazutis’s minions was already different, and she was enjoying every minute of it.

Until, lingering in the corridor, she heard Saira’s protest and the sound of a scuffle. The horned mystic did not expect violence so soon, but she could not back down now. She had to save face in front of the guard as she had no doubt they revealed everything to their Master, including whether his Acolyte intervened or not. Frozen in place in the hallway, the group trudged by her. Her eyes were focused on no one but Saira, whose face had been severely injured by the punch; blood streamed down her, now crooked, nose and lips, droplets trailing along her soft neck and onto the floor. The small Asti Caprine was dazed and nearly unconscious, but she was able to shoot her mistress one more pleading glance as if to say ‘help me.’ Poor Saira. The girl would likely save her own skin by implicating the others – she was normally that shrewd and resourceful.

A small battle raged inside their Priestess over the scene before her. On one hand, she did feel an ache in her soul over the fate of her maenads, but she had to put her frivolous past behind her. She had been prepared for Ax’no’s triumphant return to the galaxy since she was an adolescent. I have endured pain and suffering too for this, she thought. It cannot be avoided.

But still, as maidens were dragged off, nearly out of sight, Briga reached out with the Force, her energy tendrils seeping into the brunette Caprine’s mind, quelling the fear and pain. Just Saira. Not the others. Hopefully her mind trick would last long enough so that her one maiden, already bruised and battered and the re-education hadn’t even started, would feel less agony than the others… and instead a placid calmness. Briga was playing a dangerous game now using the Force in this way. If Lord Prazutis caught wind of it, he’d likely have her restrained and... honestly, she had no idea what was in store for her maidens, but she’d likely be subjected to it as well.

The other girls can rot for all I’m concerned, but Saira, you shouldn’t suffer, she told her favorite nymphette telepathically. Briga made her way back up her Master’s chambers as he was ending his shower and getting dressed. She caught a somewhat alluring glimpse of him in his personal quarters. The Caprine mystic did not have time to freshen up, but she did find her belongings finally, and in another part of the large chamber, she dressed a long, black gown with crimson sleeves (if there was going to be blood, Briga reasoned, this dress would hide most of the stains), and swept her red hair back, perfuming herself with oil.

Spoiler

A steaming, fragrant bath could be had later, but for now, the horned Acolyte needed to remain completely composed for the Sith indoctrination that was to begin.

[member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Outfit

Prazutis chose an ornately designed outfit with a black and gold color scheme, including a black robe over top of it. He hung around his neck the dark golden amulet which held Valthris, the Dark Crystal inside. Next Prazutis strapped on his lightsabers but not just that, he also strapped on his side, his Rudis in an equally black sheath. Prazutis felt the compassion shown by his apprentice, the change in her mental state as she sent out the suppression of fear and pain was as clear as day. While Briga was moving in the right direction down the path of the dark side, there was still some weaknesses he needed to help her wash away.

Saira was her favorite of the three maidens, and that was truly dangerous. To feel such a connection and be so close to one of her subordinates, especially one who had the most intimate knowledge of her was foolish. Purely from his own analysis the maiden was a weak willed, naive, outgoing woman used to a life of pampering and guidance under Briga, she didn't have to deal with conflict and strife, she was loyal to a fault, all someone had to do was rough the maiden up and not only Saira but all of them would give in. Prazutis wouldn't punish Briga for her compassion directly, no. Instead he would punish her in a different way by revealing to her exactly what he was saying. He would show Briga that when broken her servants would tell everything about her, just for some relief.

Prazutis waited for Briga to get ready, grabbing his closed faced, sealed Blackskull Helm and holding it under his arm "It is time, Briga." He said to her, turning to leave the chamber. Prazutis accessed his comlink "Is the interrogation room prepared for my arrival?" Prazutis asked. "Yes my lord it has been prepared, all of your tools are here." The detention officer responded. "I am on my way down now, send in Subject 1." Prazutis ordered as they walked down the hall, and entered the levels turbolift. He punched the brig in on the console and immediately the lift began moving. "The Interrogation Room has a one way window installed where you'll be able to watch from the side room. You'll watch me first, then I'll bring you in." Prazutis told her.

The lift moved for only a minute or so before finally arriving at its destination, the hatch opening with a whoosh. The detention level was large and crawling with guards, the main section a cylinder with a high roof, the center of the chamber dominated by a reinforced office where two detention officers sat behind a locked door. Hallways jutted off in multiple directions and cells lined the halls. Prazutis walked around the cylindrical office in the center and down the hallway behind it, at its end was a pair of black steel doors. He gestured for her to follow and walked in the one on the left. Inside was an older, grey haired man who stood at an unimpressive five feet eight inches tall, with a labcoat on who bowed as soon as he walked in. "Briga this is Dr. Arthur Schmidt, he's going to be monitoring the bio signs and health of the subjects from here, sending me constant information on their conditions during the process. Dr this is Lady Tiin, she will be watching the procedure from here, answer any questions she may have during the procces" Prazutis exclaimed.

The doctor knew what he could and could not tell the priestess, he was well rehearsed in this proccess. The man nodded "Yes of course my lord. Everything you require is inside." Dr. Schmidt said, pointing to the window. Now that it was pointed out to her, through the window she could see in the center of the room a large slab with restraints for arms and legs, on the opposite end of the window was a large metal table with a large assortment of hooks, knives and blades of varying sizes, sets of syringes filled with liquids and even test tubes filled with liquids. It was a true array of wicked, torturing instruments. On the far left wall were a pair of pillars and between them stood Saira, clad in a dull dark grey set of prisoners rags, her arms and legs were forced out to the sides by the pillar restraints.

Prazutis put on the blackskull helmet and its hud immediately flickered on, instead of a map in the corner as always it held the biological signs and signatures of Saira, the information that was being fed to him. He turned on the voice modulator device, an accessory that would distort his voice making it much deeper and guttural. The process had begun and it was far too late for Briga to turn back, she deserved this for her compassion. He entered the chamber shutting the door behind him, and the maiden immediately began trembling at the sight of the large ominous, dark skulled man. "P-Please! This is a mistake!" Saira cried out to him. Prazutis didn't bother responding to her and instead slid off the large outer robe and hung it on a coat hanger on the wall next to him, putting on a large black butchers apron.

"Please this is a mistake I serve Priestess Tiin, just find her and she'll clear all of this up, she'll pay you!" The woman said, causing Prazutis to snap a glare towards her. He hustled up to the woman and grabbed her by the throat "Cease your incessant wimpering or I'll cut out your tongue girl." Prazutis roared, a terrified look forming on her face as he turned away and walked over to the table "Yes Priestess Briga Tiin, or is it Ax'no? I've heard some interesting things about this 'Priestess'." He said picking up a syringe, lightly pressing it so a little bit of liquid squirted out the top, flicking it in response. "She is the reason we are here." He exclaimed. He also grabbed another syringe before over to the caprine. He inserted the syringe into the veins on her arm and injected the liquid the caprine struggling to move. As soon as that was finished he injected the second liquid.

"I suppose your curious, so I'll tell you. The first one is going to stop your body from convulsing too much for what comes next. The second will keep you from going unconscious, can't have that can we?" The woman would be given the sight of a grin if his head wasn't covered in a large dark helmet. The anzati hybrid placed the two syringes back down on the table and then walked over, standing in front of Saira. Torture was an art form that Darth Prazutis carefully honed and practiced over the years, under the tutelage of his master Darth Vornskr he was exposed to a variety of brutal methods to cause agonizing pain to your canvas. "This is simple you don't say anything unless I ask you a question first. If I don't like your answer or you lie to me which I'll know, I hurt you. You can make this experience as painful, or as painless as possible, that is completely up to you Saira. First Question: Briga Tiin is the reincarnation of Ax'no yes or no?"

"Yes." Saira responded.

"The religious mystics of Ikotch preach Ax'no as a goddess whose platforms include crops, weather, good luck, and fertility and many others. Is this true yes or no?"

"Yes."

"Back on your homeworld the Priests of Ax'no constantly preach her doctrine and the traits she possesses. Does Briga Tiin know what this doctrine she must follow is?"

"Yes she does."

"Does Briga Tiin follow the doctrine of Ax'no entirely?"

"Yes."

Wrong answer. Prazutis without hesitation threw his hand forward and blasting out from it was a massive arc of crimson force lightning, the blast illuminated the entire chamber in its crimson glow as it blasted towards Saira. The woman shrieked and cried out in pain as the lightning surged through her body, tears flowing from her face as her entire body shook. The blast was so powerful that the womans skeleton quickly flashed. The room darkened to its original color when he stopped the blast, scorch marks surged across her body.

"I will ask y-." Prazutis began and sharply stopped. He walked up to the woman who was staring down at the ground crying to herself, the pain still ringing through her body. Prazutis walked up to her and backhanded her, grabbing her by the chin and forcing her head up "You will look at me when I ask you the question or you'll have one less eye to see out of." Prazutis told her. "You're a bad liar. The answer you give to this next question can either be good or bad, the more forthcoming with information and honest you are, the less pain you will be in. Lie to me again and I will make this experience much worse for you. Tell me you understand."

"I understand!" She cried out.

"Briga Tiin is believed to be the gold standard of everything the goddess stands for, the Priests talk about how free of temptation the chaste priest is. Has Briga broken the vows requiring her to be completely chaste?" Prazutis said, walking up close to her "Your priestess will not be privy to what is said here....are you really going to endure this suffering for a woman who if she did care, would be standing right here stopping you? Save yourself the pain Saira." He moved back to his original position, ready.

[member="Briga Tiin"]

 

[Ax'no]

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Briga, embolded by the fact that Darth Prazutis had not discovered her Mind Trick - or so she thought, stepped up to her Master's side to descend into the bowels of the torture chamber. With his skull mask and the austere robes, the Anzati resembled the Grim Reaper himself, and she half expected his plan was to feed on her maidens with his proboscises. Even still, she felt an affinity towards him as frightening as his visage was. The willing Acolyte still recalled the type of pleasure he was able to give her, and she would not trade that for anything, not even immortality at this point.

Once they reached the detention level, the Caprine's stomach fluttered at the sight of her favorite maiden spreadeagled on the imposing, sterile slab. She tried to watch with clinical detachment, but that would not be an easy feat. The presence of a doctor assuaged her fear that the trio of caprinean maenads would not be killed. But the addition of a butcher's apron, caused her heart to leap into her throat.

Do not falter, Briga. You need to show restraint. You need to be the one at the end of it who will grant the mercy to your maidens. Ax'no did decide the fate of the Caprine at times. Death could come swiftly if the goddess decided it was to be. So she watched, frozen in place. The interrogation was like a sublime orchestra, and Prazutis was the maestro. It did not cause her consternation to watch the Prince of Panatha put his hand on Saira or hurt her. The Caprine assumed that he would have had them all in his bed by now, but oh how wrong she was.

There is transcendence in pain, she told Saira in a telepathic missive. Embrace it, young one.

But Saira was too occupied to hear her mistress's advice. And to her surprise, so quickly, the young maiden folded to Darth Prazutis's demands. "Priestess Tiin has not been chaste," she sobbed, twitching on the slap. "She has bedded nearly every Iktotchi government official in return for donations and land. I have been her lover at times, as the other two maidens have been. Sometimes we frolic together, all three of us." Rivulets of tears streamed down the brunette Caprine's face, her body slack now.

Briga snarled to herself, curling her upper-lip, embarrassed at the information that was so easily leaking out. She was not a common whore... yet, that's what her maiden had reported. And in front of the regal Sith Lord! Shame filled her over her these actions, but she could not take back the past. The Caprine soothsayer could only now control the future. And the future belonged to only two - Priestess Tiin and Lord Prazutis. She immediately ripped away the Force boon that helped buffer the intense pain that Saira was feeling. And suddenly, the young, brunette maiden howled again, for no apparent reason but that she could feel the pain of the lightning and the bruises more acutely.

How dare she defy me? Briga could not protest as the girl's words were true. She only continued to blush with humiliation and regret that her desire had driven her to such lengths. But her sympathy for Saira had plummeted, and she watched with eager anticipation at what her Master would do next.

[member="Darth Prazutis"]