Last Westgard Standing
Location: Akar Kesh, Sith Temple
Objective: Disrupt defenses for the main attack force
Tag: Ellayina L'lerim
Ever since coming into the room, Silas had yet to see this individual. She was making it a point to stay hidden and keep him guessing what her next move was going to be, one which seemed to test his faith in the Jedi order that saved his life. She goaded about how the Jedi were much worse than the Sith, its corruption unseen yet driven by their so called lust for war. Yet, the woman was very far from the truth. The force was a tool of peace, not for the greed and advantage of those who wielded such power.
"Please, your propaganda will not work with me. Compared to the sith, we strive for peace and prosperity. We do not wish it for our gain but for the benefit of those who are too weak to defend themselves in this galaxy. Nothing you say will make me think otherwise..."
The fact she said she was only a torture officer made him think. Her abilities were impressive for an individual who was purely that, maybe he was thinking too much into it but it was certainly possible her words were being twisted to flatter herself. It was true he voluntarily let her in, however, the pressure she seemed to press on his mind was someone who had been perfecting their craft for a long time. That was only proven when she seemed to inflict something he wasn't expecting.
A cut on the lower half of his cheek.
Silas instinctively grits his teeth from the sudden sharp pain, his head searching the scorched atmosphere to finally spot whoever was doing this. Yet, the figure chooses to keep herself hidden "My eyes are already wide open, the order has nothing to hide" he grunted in disdain "Yes... I'll be thanking you for reminding me how brainwashed you all truly are!" the knight said again with more defiance, unmoved by the venomous words "One day you may be thanking me instead."
Then with a final goodbye, she seemed to run away with a warning for him to keep in mind. Silas hated to admit it, but this wasn't going to be the last time they'd meet "Ughh..." he sighed as a hand went to the small cut which surprisingly wasn't bleeding. It was like a binding mark that proved she had left a mark on him, no matter how significant it may have been.
Either way, Silas had no time to think about it right now. He had a job to do, and that was to make the occupiers of this temple wounded when the main force finally arrived. Thanks to the disruption, he now had little time to do so...