Arriving in Darkness [The Primeval]

[Zickery]

For a moment, Salacious Vile was beginning to calm. His mind whirled away quietly, raging against its confines. It had been spurred into action by the earlier sensations, sensations that had roused him into an almost uncontrollable rage. They brought back bad memories, memories of when he had been remade to serve. Dangerous memories best left forgotten. His mind awhir, his concentration elsewhere, the one thing he did not expect was to trip on the smooth floors. For less than a second, his mind went blank, and then he was on his knees, slowly pulling himself up, his eyes wild with the forces of rage and irrationality richoeting around the interior of his skull and soul. What little control he had prior to his slip had fallen away, and his anger radiated forth as he found himself staggering forwards. He reached downwards to his side, pulling the vibroblade forth from his sheathe, his mind reaching outwards, feeling against the Force as he sized up the two of them. Touching the force was not a comfortable experience, to his eyes, the Force was a dark and twisted thing, a network of webs and wires that connected everyone and everything. Each line razor-sharp, digging deep into the surface of his soul as he held onto his enhanced senses. It wasn't hard to deduct which of the two it was, if anything, it was blatantly obvious. It was not just through the Force that he knew, it was through his Umbaran heritage that he could inherently tell. To his senses, it was like a golden sign was floating above her, pointing downwards as a testament to her assault. Her face alone would've shown it. With a howl of rage, he would rush forwards, startling the guards who would slow to a halt, glancing backwards. His thumb would palm the activate switch on his vibroblade, and the metal would begin to glimmer, a vague outline of its shape flickering rapidly as it vibrated much faster than the eye could see. That, and its sharp, metallic hum would be the only signs that it had been activated. He, assuming nothing stopped him, would reach outwards, and go to try and grasp Keira by her hair, going to forcibly slash it off, and maybe some of her scalp off if he aimed poorly in his anger.

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Jorda Ulluto"]

 

[Keira Priest]

A small smile turned up the corners of her mouth as her attempt was successful, though it was short-lived as the vibroblade was palmed and activated. No stranger to such a weapon herself, Keira was perfectly aware of the dangers it held, having wielded one a time or two when no other alternative was available. More specifically, that of her lightsaber. Which hadn't been anywhere in sight since her awakening on the ship, much to her disappointment and vague annoyance.

The silver lining of it all was that he hadn't attempted to kill her. Well, yet, anyway. It was the little things. That was the only thought she had to dwell on as a hand pulled her head up by her hair before it was cut away none too gently, the blade leaving cuts on her scalp that were already beginning to bleed. A string of insults in Old Corellian accompanied the fact, and she almost reached up to probe the cuts before remembering that her hands were bound and her arms still in the grip of the guards to begin with, so the attempted motion would do little, if any, good. Her only response to his attack would be a glance backwards, her eyes carefully watching the weapon he still held in his hand. "Is that it?"

Having already pinned him as relatively volatile, this outburst only confirmed the fact. His rages were seemingly uncontrollable, and she had only given him an excuse, her comment probably not doing much better. But the woman on the throne, the one this man had referred to as master, hadn't spoken of wanting them dead. So unless he was particularly rash, she would survive this encounter for the time being. But the wisest thing to do until such a thing was confirmed would be to hold her tongue, and that she did, though her hazel green gaze never once strayed from him, however poor her vantage point might have been.

[member="Salacious Vile"], [member="Jorda Ulluto"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

As the guards suddenly stopped, Jorda noticed a commotion behind them, and the Zeltron weakly turned her aching head to see what was happening. She instantly regretted it. It deeply disturbed her to see her fellow Raven attacked by Vile, who had the speed and agilty of a wild slitherette coming uncoiled. In her profession, she had learned that friends were hazardous commodities, and so she usually kept people at arm's length. However, although she was an aloof individual, she wasn't altogether unsympathetic and did not relish the sight of blatant cruelty.

The Zeltron suddenly realized that she could withstand things being done to her with the stoicism of a jaded individual resigned to her own fate, but to have to watch another endure brutality would be a living hell. Involuntarily she spat at Vile, the words leaving her sneering lips before her brain could stop them.

"Hey! Baldie! Leave her alone you chuff-sucking animal! Why don't you pick on me instead?" Jorda's dimly hoped that if she turned Vile's attention on herself that perhaps Keira could use her powers to give them a slim chance at escape.

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Salacious Vile"]

 

[Zickery]

As he held up the bundle of hair, and still loosely attached flesh, he palmed the switch on his vibroblade, the metal stuttering to a halt, the quiet hum of the motor fading away. Hoisting it, he glanced over its silky surface, then he turned, throwing it over his shoulder. He jammed the blade back into its sheathe, and he looked over her bloodied head, and he turned, gesturing to the guards to continue their march. As they prepared to march once more throughout the pristine white corridors, he paused, twisting as he heard Jorda's comment. For a few moments, he thought quietly, his mind looking over the words, examining them, debating with himself, and then he glanced between them, his hoarse and harsh laughter filling the hallway. His smile only stretched farther and thinner as he came to a simple conclusion.

"Soon, soon..." He rasped out loudly, and then he barked an order to his guards, and they continued marching, going to drag them off further down the maze of passageways that comprised the ship. Yet as he would walk alongside them, his thoughts would be strolling elsewhere, walking down the even darker corridors of his mind as he planned the procedures that would come.

[member="Jorda Ulluto"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Keira Priest]

If the dark and foreboding aura the Umbaran known to her only as 'Vile' emanated wasn't bad enough, the sight of his smile and the sound of his rasping laughter was worse. Had there been any doubt in her mind of the capacity of mercy within him, it would have vanished then. Keira knew without a doubt in her mind that she was in the presence of true and unrestrained sadistic evil, but for all of the hopelessness of the situation, was surprisingly calm. It might have been the fact that she was already resigned to her fate, or maybe because she knew in her heart that the other Ravens would formulate a rescue plan and tear the ship apart from the inside out if need be to find them. However, it could have just easily been due to the stinging pain that radiated from her head.

As they continued to be drug down the hallway she did her best to keep track of any and all turns, tucking the information away to be studied later, should they be afforded a moment alone. It would be beneficial to know at the very least how to return to the area she'd deemed as the throne room, if only to have a place to return temporarily to should they manage to escape their most recent predicament. It always helped to have some kind of familiar territory, especially in a place such as this. That would be the only peace she would get, something told her, because once they arrived at their destination things would only go further downhill. As if they hadn't been since she'd run into the other man on Antecedent.

With a small, grateful smile she glanced to Jorda, the expression gone as quickly as it had come mere seconds later. Her gaze strayed to Vile before looking back to the other woman, and then she returned to studying the halls, each one identical to the other as far as she could tell, but with the dim lighting it was hard to see much of anything if you weren't an Umbaran, she supposed. Navigating their way out would prove to be quite the challenge, provided they were ever given a chance to do so. But she intended for their to be an opportunity.

Whether their captor was aware of it or not, she wasn't done with her own subtle tricks or comments. This was only the beginning. If she couldn't do anything to really injure him, the least she could do was make things as difficult as possible.

[member="Salacious Vile"], [member="Jorda Ulluto"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

At Vile's short and sweet retort, Jorda broke out into unsettling laugher. Their dire situation was cracking the rational part of her mind, and the irrational part that relished in bad decisions was emerging from the jagged edges. Jorda continued to taunt the creature as they were dragged through the seemingly endless halls.

"Aww, not going to play with me too? I'm hurt." she said making a mock-frowny face, her words dripping with sarcasm. "I was so looking forward to spending some quality time getting to know you, darling. Tall, pale and skeletal is just my type."

"Come on, Vile! Did your parents give you that name? Or did you change it from something else. Was it Leonard? You look like a Leonard actually. So Leonard, what say you do your worst to me, but let her go, eh?"

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Salacious Vile"]

 

[Zickery]

Every footstep would echo eerily as the procession marched throughout the corridors, the twisting and winding turns appearing almost nonsensical at points. If Keira was paying careful attention, it would be clear that they were deliberately taking far longer than need be, making sharp and abrupt turns, only to loop back around in a confusing and meandering pattern. Vile wouldn't react to the first of Jorda's comments, his smile only stretching further as he silently conducted the guards about their path, his gestures complex and varying almost like that of a conductor's. Yet at the sound of her second remark, his smile would waver for a moment, his eyes narrowing in barely concealed hatred. His lips would part briefly, as if he was about to speak, but he would pause, pressing them tight before resuming his smile once more. The procession would finally come to a halt as they arrived at a large, mechanical door, marked by the designs that would typically denote a medical airlock. He would quietly approach, stepping past the prisoners, and he would palm a clear, glass panel near the doorway. A faint, glowing outline of his fingers would appear on its surface, and the doors would slowly slide open, accompanied by a rush of cold air, and a harsh, metallic rasp as metal scraped against metal, a sound not unlike Vile's laugh.

[member="Jorda Ulluto"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Keira Priest]

So their final destination was to be something akin to a medical bay. It was different than what she'd imagined, but that didn't give her cause to hope for a better outcome in the least. This indicated some kind of precision, and told her that situations such as theirs were common, if not routine, and that this wasn't the first time a prisoner had been taken down these halls against their will only to end up here. Which only made Vile all the more dangerous. This wouldn't be his first time doing something similar, which meant he most likely already had a good idea of what to expect in the way of their mannerisms and comments. But Keira was a Ticon, and they were anything if not unpredictable.

But that unpredictability would have to wait, because for the moment she found herself engrossed in studying their new surroundings, searching for anything that could give them an advantage. If there was just one piece of equipment that was unrestrained, there was a chance she'd be able to lift it by aid of her telekinesis and use it as a distraction weapon if nothing else, allowing them to put some distance between themselves and the Umbaran. The chances of that, however, were slim. She couldn't have been the first Force sensitive they had captured, and an unsettling feeling told her that she wouldn't be the last.

[member="Salacious Vile"], [member="Jorda Ulluto"]

 

[Zickery]

Visible to their eyes would be another door at the end of the airlock, separated only by a dull grey spherical hallway lined with vents. Beyond the glass windows on the surface of the final door would be several medical instruments, each neatly entwined with numerous and artistically engraved instruments of torture, but little would be visible other than that through the window on the final door. Salacious Vile would give a brief hand signal to the guardsmen, and they would step forwards, the prisoners in tow, into the airlock. The first door would seal behind them. There would be a loud, audible rush of air as faint, pale gases seeped downwards from the ceiling, only to be sucked away by the vents emblazoned on the floor's surface. Its touch would sting, but it wouldn't be a lingering pain. At is passing, the door at the end of the hallway would open, revealing a room filled to the brim with tools designed to cause the utmost agony possible, at least three of them currently in use. It would look as if an entire medical bay had been converted to one sole purpose; causing agony.

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Jorda Ulluto"]

 

[Keira Priest]

By this time Keira had become all but numb to the pain of the cuts on her head, and the gases that were siphoned away as quickly as they had come did little to change that. But she would have more to worry about than just a few cuts, and that thought was only cemented by the sight of the numerous instruments that littered the room, though neatly so. They might not be the best of people, especially when it came to the fact that they tortured people in order to indoctrinate them into their order, but none could deny that the way they did things was efficient and precise, with no wasted or unnecessary effort expended on their part. However much she despised them, that was something she had to quietly note with a subtle hint of respect.

Surprisingly enough they hadn't been otherwise restrained upon their entering of the chamber, but that was on purpose as well, most like. Intimidation was once again at work here, but it wasn't without its effectiveness. Though not one to admit her fears or worries outright, she was more than unsettled by the sight of the tools. But she did her best not to let that same fear show on her face, however questionable her efforts might have been. With the man's Force sensitivity coupled with his species' natural ability, he most likely already knew about such, however much she wished it weren't so.

That didn't mean she had to tell him, nor did it mean that she would allow herself to be cowed, at least in action. "Not bad, really, but you might want to work on the color scheme. This doesn't do much for me, and it has to get old, looking at the same walls all the time. Where's the originality?"

Despite the outward act she had to rely on the Force more than she liked to admit to cement her courage, relying on the energy field more heavily than she would have in any other situation, and had in a long while. But that was little more than a vague irritance, because there was much more to worry about than her slowly fracturing resolve.

[member="Salacious Vile"], [member="Jorda Ulluto"]

 

[Zickery]

As the airlock ground to a close, Salacious Vile inspected the two hostages once more, the smirk on his face no longer that of a predator circling cornered prey, but rather that of an artisan, content with the task he was about to undertake. He would turn, back towards the room, and he would walk along the walls, carefully examining five numbered doors before settling on the fourth. He would flick a switch, and the doors would slide open, revealing an empty, dark chamber, from which not a sound would come. It was a sharp contrast to the pristine, white walls of the room they were in, and the faint stream of light pouring within would only reveal a metallic floor and walls of twisting foam. He would gesture to the guard escorting Keira, and beckon the two of them forth. The guard would shove her forwards, taking her along with him, and he and Salacious would go to forcefully shove her into the darkness, assuming nothing would stop them. The other guard would tighten his grip on Jorda's shoulder, in preparation of what could come.

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Jorda Ulluto"]

 

[Keira Priest]

Even with her hands and feet chained she managed to roll once she hit the floor of the chamber, unable to catch herself and instead having to suffice for the bruises she could already feel forming. Better that than a concussion, or worse, getting knocked unconscious for a time. There was no telling what she would wake up to if she had, and she didn't want to dwell too much on that particular thought.

Once she was certain that it was only her within she made her way into a standing position, exhaling slowly as she centered herself on the Force, briefly allowing herself to relax completely, but only for a few seconds at best. With that out of the way she felt her way through the darkness to the wall, slowly sliding down to sit with her back against it, knees tucked up to her chest and her arms resting on them, her chin propped up on her arms. It was the only position that wasn't awkward in lieu of her still being chained, and it would allow for relatively quick movement when the door was finally opened, for good or for bad.

Now all that there was left to do was wait, something that didn't sit well with her. Keira wasn't and would never be the most patient person, even without being held captive, but that only increased the fact. If there was anyone or anything she absolutely despised, besides her captors, it was being unable to do anything when those she felt some pull of camaraderie towards were in any immediate danger. And with Vile in the same room, that was an ever present reality.

[member="Salacious Vile"], [member="Jorda Ulluto"]

 

[Zickery]

As the doors slid shut to the isolation chamber, the last sight Keira would see would be Salacious Vile's face, eclipsing the light emanating from behind, his grin as sadistic and dark as the room. There would be a faint, barely noticeable change in pressure, and then all would be still. With the doors shut, she would be entrapped. The room is scentless, the floor cold and hard, but utterly smooth beyond that. Alongside the sensation of scent, the sense of sight would be impeded as well. Within the darkness, not a thing could be seen. It was almost as if the darkness was a tangible thing, seeping into every facet of her being, blocking her out from the world outside. Worst of all, though, was the quiet. The facilities and corridors beyond this, silent in their own regard, were uprooted by the definition of quiet this room imposed. It was quiet to the point that Keira would not just feel her heart pounding, but hear it too. In this dark, isolated room, the only noise would come from Keira herself. The only thing proving she was still alive, proving that she was still rooted in reality, was the floor beneath her, and the walls around her.

[member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

Vaguely disappointed that her comments hadn't gotten a rise out of Vile, Jorda turned her attention towards their destination. As they were carried through what seemed like the ship's Med bay that seemed to offshoot into several other smaller rooms, a chill traveled lightly down her spine. At the faint hissing of gas and the sting on her flesh, the exhausted Zeltron wondered if they were being decontaminated. Spying the torture instruments around the room, Jorda's mind flickered to the darkest regions of her imagination. During her time working for the Hutts, while she'd not done the dirty work herself, she had often arranged sessions for and even brainstormed torture techniques with her employers, and some of the instruments were all too recognizable to her. What caused her more worry where the ones that she'd never seen before.

Another door hissed open and Jorda watched as Keira was unceremonious shoved into a pitch black room. She felt the guard's hands press into her flesh as she anxiously awaited her own fate.

[member="Salacious Vile"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Keira Priest]

The darkness didn’t bother her. It was a welcome alternative to whatever might have awaited her on the other side of the door, and it was relatively calming, even for her. The darkness allowed her time to focus, center herself, and, above all else, think. This was her time to plan, or to at least devise ways to keep Vile and company distracted enough so that when help arrived, and she liked to think when, they would be prepared. When the door was opened again, Keira would be ready. Or so she thought.

It was the silence that really bothered her. Never in her life had she been in a place of complete and total quiet such as this. There was always some noise, even back when she resided in the Temple. Someone was doing late-night patrols or, in the case of Antecedent, well, the city never truly slept. Never had she noticed that even when all appeared quiet there was some kind of background noise. But now that it was brought to light, she decided she didn’t like it. At all. The quiet clink of the chains that bound her was the only noise, besides that of her own heartbeat. Those were the only things that reminded her where exactly she was, and that this was no time for letting her guard down under any circumstance. This wasn't to be where she would stay. This was only the beginning, of what she wasn't sure.

But she wouldn't sit and let the silence grate on her nerves. Instead she let her eyes slide shut, breathing deeply and slowly, retreating to a place within herself that she hadn't been sure existed until just then, a place that was calm and serene. And unlike the room in which she sat, with its cloying darkness and suffocating silence, this place was full of life. Inherently she knew it was because of the Force that she was able to access it in the first place, but it was better than nothing. In this sanctuary the room didn't matter, where she was didn't matter, and Vile least of all.

Until she opened her eyes and was back in reality. With a sigh of frustration, she resigned herself to waiting. If this was to be her first punishment, then she resolved to not give him the satisfaction of seeing her broken just yet, whenever he decided to open that door.

[member="Jorda Ulluto"], [member="Salacious Vile"]

 

[Zickery]

He slowly folded his hands behind his back, before turning to examine the numerous instruments of agony arranged throughout the facility. It was inevitable that he smiled once more, he couldn't help it, after all. This room was his masterpiece. Every second of free time he had ever been granted had gone into improving this place and its facilities, and it showed. It was a place he could be proud of, and even though it was sinful for him to think of it as his, he couldn't help but feel this way. With a rub of his chin, he glanced over the numerous instruments at his disposal, glancing back towards Jorda, his hand on his chin as he rubbed it patiently.

With a glance towards the guard besides him, he quietly spoke, "Take her..." His sentence was shortly interrupted as he rasped loudly for breath, rubbing his throat, he paused, and he began again. "Take her to the... autoboarder..." The guard would obey without a drop of hesitation, walking over to aid his companion in attempting to drag her toward a long, slightly slanted metallic table, a plastic mask with three tubes connecting it to the ceiling hanging beside it.

[member="Jorda Ulluto"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

As the guards attempted to place Jorda on the metal table, the autoboarder Vile had called it, the previously docile Zeltron woman suddenly spazzed out like a wildcat. Biting, scratching, and kicking with ever last ounce of strength she had left. When one of the guards moved in closer to restrain her, she quickly tilted her head in to his, and violently sank her teeth into his ear, tearing the flesh from the cartilage. As the guard struggled to maintain his hold on her, she twisted her head and pulled off half his ear, spitting it on the floor with a shriek, her mouth covered in his blood.

Covered in scratches from her long black fingernails, the two guards finally subdued her enough to strap her onto the table. She looked at Vile who watched, rubbing his chin with the casual demeanor of a chef choosing ingredients for a meal. Her chest rising and falling, she looked him square in the eyes with a murderous expression and struggled against her restraints.

"Get me off this thing, you bastard. I have alot of nice things I can do to you. I swear, I'll do anything you want. Just get me off this karking thing."

[member="Salacious Vile"]

 

[Zickery]

The guard howled in pain as he staggered away, but Salacious Vile only looked bemused at the result. His fingers twitched in expectation, and, entirely ignoring his injured guards, he walked closer, leaning over her, just out of reach. Carefully inspecting the metal straps, he finally let himself laugh, a dull, harsh cackle as he leaned backward, placing his hands against his chest. Glancing over his guards, inspecting the injured ear, he smiled mockingly, stepping forwards. "The honors of... activating..." His speech was cut short by a fit of coughing, his saliva and spittle splattering against the floor. "... the machine are yours." He stepped back and out of the way, gesturing wildly to the mask, and a single red button on the wall beside her. The guard would hesitate briefly, holding the tattered remnants of his ear, and he would open his mouth as if to speak, but a single, sudden and abrupt glare from Vile would cut him off, and he would slowly go forwards, placing the mask across Jorda's face. He would tighten the straps, and he would step back, going to firmly press the red button on the control panel besides them. As he pulled his hand back from the button, his expression would contort into a grimace as he held the side of his head tightly. "You two... may go... for medical treatment... now. Send... send someone to bring Catalys on the way."

For a moment, there would be nothing, the mask's embrace tight and almost smothering. There would be not a sign of any change in the autoboarder, and then, without a word of warning, the water would come. At first it would be a drip as it traveled down one of the three tubes, but then it would be a torrent, cascading downwards to drown her, only to be sucked forcefully up another right as it would bring her to the point of suffocation. Shortly after, air would be harshly and abruptly pumped down the final tube, and then the remnants sucked up the second. This process would cycle, and it would show no signs of stopping as Jorda would be suffocated and smothered by the harsh grasp of the mask.

And as Vile watched her torment begin, he would lean in close, and smile. "I am quite... glad... you bit off his ear... that is the ferocity I like to see..." He twisted backwards, coughing into his shoulder before glancing back. "Maybe if you're good and well-behaved... I will... let you finish him off... I never... liked the fellow anyway..."

[member="Jorda Ulluto"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

Jorda noticed a few things before the water started cascading through the mask. The first thing she noticed was that Vile looked to be suffering from some kind of illness because he was coughing and sputtering all over the place. Good. He could keel over and die, thank you very much. The other thing was that he seemed to enjoy the guard's humiliation just as much as she did. Disgusted that they even for a second shared the same amount of sadism, Jorda simply watched as he placed the mask over her mouth, a feeling that made her so claustrophobic she almost passed out.

Once the waterboarding started, the helpless Zeltron couldn't focus on much else besides the will to keep water out of her lungs. She vaguely heard Vile rasping in her ear but it sounded very far away. As the cycle continued, and she was brought to the brink of drowning and back, over and over again, Jorda tried to use her telepathic abilities to project what she was feeling onto Vile, a little Zeltron trick. Jorda felt that her hopes that he might share in her abject agony was the only thing keeping her alive through the torture.

[member="Salacious Vile"]

 

[Catalys Maijora]

The halls of the starship weren't particularly fashioned for logistics; it was clear that much of the interior was retrofitted from whatever original design encompassed the ship. Barracks became homes for everyone, mess halls were fighting grounds, and it seemed that everything practical had too many purposes to count. Although there were many clearly lit areas of the ship, many others were dim and accented with soft light due to the sensitive nature of Umbarans. The command deck was a particular oddity, an overlooking balcony from which Anja was able to command her officers was built into the structure.

Catalys was speaking briefly with Pyrrhus Alet -- the ship's captain -- about routines; as an agent he was awarded luxuries unique to his division. He operated quasi-independently from command chains, answering only to the highest ranking and allowed to come and go as pleased. Of course for him this meant strict checks were necessary, an agent was constantly interrogated by inquisitors to assure their loyalty to the fleet. It would be a terrible burden to deal with leaked secrets from a rogue agent. Such an event has yet to happen but nonetheless The Primeval Fleet is more than careful with who they select to be an agent. The technical conversation was interrupted when a messenger entered the bridge and approached the man.

"C-Catalys, sir.", a particularly weak looking guard with a freshly torn ear spoke with clearly felt pain. Catalys sighed, his exposed head showed him as a completely bald Umbaran with silver eyes. "What is it?", the agent spoke with an intimidating appeal. He clearly was not interested in hearing about any troubling matters, not that he was guessing. The wounded guard stuttered inaudibly a few times as to likely hide the fact he's in pain, "F--ollow me.", the guard bowed his head slightly but squinted in pain from the muscles in the side of his head tensing around the torn blood tissue. With the clench of his fist, Catalys begrudgingly followed the guard with distaste. No one would approach him and ask that he followed without it coming from a proper authority; someone within Anja's inner circle no doubt. Even still he wasn't in the mood to take any more Orders, on the path other members of the starship moved out of his way. Catalys had just recently built a reputation for taking down two Jedi. The intimidating Umbaran agent continued his stride aside the guard, he was actually outpacing the poor soul and thus forcing him to walk heavier than he'd like. It wasn't like anyone had sympathy for someone who got their ear torn off. If it happened aboard their own command ship it must've been for a bitterly stupid reason and few were known to do such things.

The duo paced through the winding halls and starship corridors passing rooms of all shapes, sizes, and purpose. The path lead deeper into the ship and only then did it become quite clear he was heading towards where his captives were taken.

[member="Salacious Vile"] [member="Jorda Ulluto"] [member="Keira Ticon"]