Coruscant Capture

[Blaise Laurent]

Blaise woke up a while after, moaning as the pain in his jaw still hadn't subsided. Instead of making the mistake of moving again, he looked down to see that he was bound to a chair. He slowly lifted his gaze to meet Cylus' and gave a cold glare.

"What do you want?" he asked, surprised by his own voice after being unconscious. He sighed in frustration and turned his head, grimacing from the dull throb in his jaw. The Padawan was exhausted from all the fighting and it was clear by his suddenly vacant expression. He wanted to ask where they were and where they were going, but he figured that now wasn't the time for that.

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[Cylus Jest]

The pair of Undying turned to face the man as did Cylus who had now discarded his cloak. The cold eyes of the plague masks were unfeeling and silence between them and the Jedi was long and uncomfortable.

Finally Cylus, the only one of the troops to wear a wide brimmed hat responded, "We are going to a temporary holding place. Til then, we might as well begin. What is your name, Jedi?"

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[Blaise Laurent]

Blaise's eyes followed the man, his fingers clutching the chair. He remained calm, like he had been taught to. "Begin what?" he asked, trying to move around a little since it wasn't the most comfortable sitting there. The movement caused a small shock and he groaned in both frustration and pain.

"My name? Why should I tell you that?" he asked as he spat in the man's face disrespectfully. There were definitely Padawans that would go easier than this, he was stubborn and unafraid.

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[Cylus Jest]

Cylus stared intently at the young fellow, wiping away saliva from one of the lenses and flicking it onto the ground. A twinge of dislike welled up inside of him as he continued watching the Jedi, the Jedi was going to be defiant was he? Cylus could break defiance.

He took a step forward, coming close to the man before backhanding him across the cheek with one fluid and swift motion.
"Because otherwise, I'm going to have to injure you and then you'll never see your friends again." He responded coldly as he glared.
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[Blaise Laurent]

Blaise smirked, clearly pleased with what he had done. He watched as the man approached him and could do nothing to protect himself as he was hit. He kept his head down for a moment before looking up and levelling his eyes with Cylus'.

"Haven't you already injured me? And besides, I don't have attachments, I'm a Jedi so don't try any of that on me." He said, which wasn't exactly true.

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[Cylus Jest]

Cylus continued glaring into the eyes of the Jedi, who apparently had the arrogance to match them with him. He could break this Jedi, he would probably inevitably break this Jedi, all it would take was a flick of the hand and a few orders...or maybe a couple button presses and the Jedi would be on the ground and writhing in a pain unlike many others.

No, now was not the time for that, for now they needed to ascend further and reach the lone corvette which circled about the planet of Coruscant. Then they would use that as the 'other' location and finally send a message to the Republic that they sincerely hoped would be listened to. Then again, this Jedi was simply a learner, that much could be inferred by his having lost so quickly to an individual like Cylus. The man hadn't even managed a blow past throwing him to the ground a bit. Still, the Jedi cared about lives where Cylus didn't, the goal would have to be completed. If it did not work...then the Jedi was of no use.

"I as well hold no attachments, however you hold the greatest attachment in that you are a Jedi." He did not elaborate any further, instead choosing to break his gaze and take a seat across from the Jedi.

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[Blaise Laurent]

Blaise scowled at Cylus, why this man wanted him, he didn't know. He deemed himself useless to nearly everyone and had yet to find a purpose for himself to fulfil. He wasn't afraid of being here, he hoped being killed was a bluff since Jedi were worth more alive than dead, if that's what he was after. He wanted to reach up and touch his jaw but was restrained from doing so, no doubt there was at least a bruise by now.

"It's not an attachment, it's a way of life." the Padawan said as he clenched his fists and then released them again. "My name is Blaise Laurent." he said, figuring his name had little meaning, at least to him.

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[Cylus Jest]

Cylus redirected his attention to the interior of the Lambda shuttle as he listened to the Jedi speak about his life. He jerked up slightly to face him when he saw him clench his fists but then redirected his focus once more to the ground when the Jedi finally relented his name. Good, that meant he wouldn't have to extensively torture him for that tidbit of information.

"And, what do you do Mr. Blaise Laurent." He asked with a cold but curious sounding voice.
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[Blaise Laurent]

Blaise didn't move his eyes from Cylus, staring at him blankly, emotionless. "You know what I do, I'm a Jedi Guardian." he said before retaliating with the same question. "What do you do?" he asked, having been left in a rather unknowing state. The Padawan tried to regain calmness and let the force flow through him, though it was clear what he was doing.

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[Cylus Jest]

Cylus could almost have smirked if such an emotional display actually meant anything to him. Instead he just turned towards the Jedi, crossing his leg onto the knee of his other as he watched him. Jedi guardian was he? He wondered for a moment what sort of guarding this pitiful Jedi had been doing on a hostile planet far from his regular duties. Apparently, this Jedi hadn't gotten the memo that being a guardian meant you guarded as opposed to went out and tried to be all sneaky.

Oh well, who could blame him. Jedi were foolish sometimes just as most beings were, in the end a large majority of people seemed to be stupid sometimes. Cylus really hoped that he wasn't stupid for the things he was going to be doing, but...who could blame him?

"I am a Servant of the Inquisition, specifically I enjoy hunting Jedi however." He responded with a rapid smirk. Maybe the emotional display did mean something after all.
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[Blaise Laurent]

"How lovely." he said sarcastically. Blaise knew he was a terrible Padawan and it had only gone downhill from his brother's death, a guilt that constantly dragged him down. "Well, you only want me for answers?" he asked, looking down at his right hand as he spread it slightly and attempted to use the force in any way possible that could aid him, preferably a force push.

The Padawan had a flicker of anger in his eyes for a moment before it was gone again, he was frustrated and rightfully so. To be taken from a planet and held hostage wasn't exactly a leisurely experience.

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[Cylus Jest]

Cylus shook his head with a sway of authority and a quick motion of the finger waving back and forth in a negative motion. "I do not want you for answers, I do not want you at all, however I need you to fulfill a role in delivering a message to the Republic."

He continued his watch and tried to imagine himself in his captive's shoes, trapped all alone on a starship he didn't recognize, un able to move and surrounded by figures which wore terrible masks belying their ability to kill and maim with relative ease. All of this while hearing some strange gentleman explain his plans only to the extent that you maybe...just maybe might survive to see another day after he's done. It must have felt dreadful.

"Any other questions?" He asked honestly.
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[Blaise Laurent]

"A message? Saying what?" he asked, gripping the chair lightly. Blaise wondered why this man had captured him just to send a message, was it important? Was it a threat? He frowned, lost in thought for a moment before he focused back on Cylus. "Have you tried asking people politely?" he asked sarcastically as he gave the man a smug look.

The Padawan shook his head and looked down, suddenly serious again.

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[Cylus Jest]

Cylus gave another quick smirk at the Jedi's comment. He appreciated some sarcasm sometimes, but the emotion died away rapidly as all of his did. Still, sarcasm would not be tolerated while this man was his captive. It simply wasn't proper to allow a captive, an obvious lesser to speak to him that way, especially in front of his men.

He stood, stepping forward before sending another heavy handed backhand across the Jedi's cheek.
"Perhaps YOU yourself should learn some etiquette on polite conversation."
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[Blaise Laurent]

"You do that again and I swear I'll force choke you to death." Blaise threatened, clenching his fists as he glared at the man with a cold, hard stare. He grew angrier as time went on and had to mentally restrain himself. He knew Jedi were supposed to stay calm, but it never really worked for him. The Padawan grimaced, in obvious pain by now.

"It'll be first on my list of priorities next time I'm captured, my apologies." he gave a sarcastic smile.

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[Cylus Jest]

Cylus didn't enjoy this, not that he ever really enjoyed much at all, but this smart mouthed Jedi captive was being a nuisance. He thought just because he held the Force, that he could unbind himself...that he could choke the life from him? Did he not know what lay ahead, what offer he'd made about his life. Perhaps the Jedi needed to be taught a lesson before the show began. A pre-emptive dress rehearsal of the opera so to speak.

All it took was for him to reach out his gloved hands, hold them up against the side of the Jedi's head and activate the things hidden inside. In an instant, several tiny; less than a centimeter insects would stream out of the bottoms of his gloves...and more, and more followed. They swarmed across his hands and onto the Jedi's face, gathering up in force around his nose and snapping against his face. They were small, but their durasteel pincers could pierce flesh with ease. A large number of the swarm began to gather on the center of his face before gradually a few snorted up into his nose, biting away at the insides.

Cylus waited for half a minute, letting the four-hundred mechanical insects have their way with the man before he gave the recall and the swarm gathered back onto his hands, still pressed against the Jedi's cheek.

"You hold no power here, Jedi." He spoke with a cold and maleficent voice as he glared dominance into his eyes.
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[Blaise Laurent]

Blaise could do nothing but watch uncomfortably as the tiny insects crawled across him. He suddenly grew in fear, wondering what the man was doing. "What are you doing?!" he asked, trying to mask the evident fear in his voice. The Padawan shook his head to try and get both the insects and Cylus' hands off, though there was nothing more he could do.

Once Cylus had finished, he gripped the chair tighter and glared at the man, though his eyes were full of worry. "What have you done?!" he asked, half shouting. He felt rather uncomfortable and uneasy, it wasn't exactly a pleasant experience.

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[Cylus Jest]

Cylus continued his leaning, continued glaring his apparent hate into the man's eyes. It couldn't have been a colder stare if they had been covered in ice. The Jedi had squirmed just as he'd thought he would, who would want so many creatures crawling all over you, into your nose even.

"I've done nothing more than teach you some respect, next time i'll allow them to crawl into your ears, your nose, your mouth, and perhaps even your eyes. And i'll allow them to feast. Do we have an understanding?" He spoke with an authoritarian tone, this Jedi would submit to him...or else.

A slight banging sound of metal would wrack the ship as it docked into a larger ship, a corvette, stolen away by pirates to be exact. It would likely be discarded at a later date and time, but for now it served it's purpose.

The Jedi was uncuffed from the chair and led by a pair of Undying down the docking tube and into the Corvette which appeared to be filled with several Undying units, shuffling about. Also onboard the ship were a few average technicians, though they appeared to have simply been hired without actually being Imperial.

Cylus approached one of the farther Undying troopers who was pointing and giving orders to another one. "Have we brought in a good enough haul?" He asked with a sort of knowing tone.
"Yessir, we have brought in twelve from my knowledge." The man answered, he looked Cylus in the eyes, and was really one of the only Undying permitted to do so, simply because he was 2nd in command of the platoon.
"Good, dismissed." Cylus responded as the 2nd moved off to finish with other tasks.

The Jedi was forcibly moved into a large chamber, possibly a cargo hold of some sort. Along a red line in the center of the room stood twelve sentients. Six male, five female. A Bothan and Twilek in the mix, the rest appeared human. A chair was sat down and the Jedi was once more cuffed to it, if he resisted he would likely recieve a blow to the head with an E-11.

Eleven Undying troopers lined up along the line, each aiming their weapons at a respective member of the line. Cylus leaned in closely, to the Jedi, whispering into his ear as he brought his own E-11 to bear on the first member of the line, the Bothan.
"Here's what we'll be doing Jedi, when you give the order to fire, I will execute this man. Every ten seconds you take to withhold the order, we will execute another. Understand?" He nodded once as he stood up, allowing the Jedi time to respond.
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[Blaise Laurent]

Blaise winced at the thought of having those mechanical creatures crawling over him again and after a moment of hesitation, and realisation that this man wasn't bluffing any more, he nodded in acknowledgement. He struggled as he was led away from the chair, mainly because he was uncomfortable rather than for escape, he knew he had no chance at that. He sighed and walked along willingly before being cuffed to another chair. "Do you have any idea how uncomfortable these chairs and cuffs are? Maybe if you treat me with respect, I'll treat you with respect." he said, though he scoffed mentally, not likely.

Once the Padawan was told that people were going to get executed, he finally realised the seriousness of the situation. Not only was his life on the line now, but other people's. He knew he had to stick to the Jedi ways and decided to cut back on the sarcasm. Blaise nodded understandingly but solemnly. "What do you want me to do?" he asked calmly, though there was a hint of urgency in his voice.

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[Cylus Jest]

Cylus shook his head once, apparently the Jedi hadn't understood what was going on. He leaned in once more to the Jedi.
"I said that I want you to tell me when to shoot this Bothan. The longer you wait...the more of the others die." The voice was serious and menacing as he turned to face the Bothan.
"Bothan, see your executioner." He shouted at the Bothan who was fidgeting at the line.

He then spun around to the line of Undying and the parallel line of people. The person closest to him was a human female, about forty years old and with a flicker of grey hair already appearing on the sides. "Execute her." He ordered to the trooper who gave a single nod and raised his E-11.

The woman jumped back, her arms raised "B-but, I haven't done anyth-" The sound cut off abruptly with a resounding crack of blaster fire and yelp as the woman was struck, a dull thud sounded against the ground as she went limp.

"Tick tock, Jedi."
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