Coruscant Capture

[Blaise Laurent]

Blaise stared at Cylus, bewildered. "But what has the Bothan done to deserve to die?!" he asked as he became more and more agitated. He pulled at the cuffs that held him to the chair and turned to Cylus desperately. "Stop, please!"

"No!" he shouted once Cylus gave an order to execute the woman and quickly turned his head away from her once he heard the crack of the gun. "Stop!" he shouted again, not turning his head back towards the other people, even after the woman was killed. "None of these people deserve to die!" he kept his eyes on the floor.

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[Cylus Jest]

Cylus turned to face the shouting Jedi, didn't he know that there was a certain decorum to executions that had to be followed? Apparently not. A normal Imperial may have just flipped out and kicked over the Jedi's chair...he was definitely struggling and that would make things a lot easier. Then again, Cylus had never been that way. He had a point he needed to make, and the Jedi wasn't following it.

He grasped at the Jedi's hair, yanking his head upwards as he flicked his other hand. Another Undying soldier stepped forward towards a man, the man stood fairly defiant giving a final salute as the crack of E-11 ended him, another thud against the ground. Once that was done Cylus released his grip.

"Anytime you want it to end, Jedi...shall you become executioner yet?" He asked as he turned to face the remaining lineup of prisoners.
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[Blaise Laurent]

Blaise yelped in pain as his head was suddenly yanked up. "No!" he closed his eyes and didn't even hesitate before speaking again. "Just kill the Bothan!" he was breathing heavily by now and was growing more and more distressed. The Padawan had never had to experience anything as mentally scarring as the event that was taking place before him.

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[Cylus Jest]

Cylus spun around, glaring down the pitiful Bothan who now, like the many others along the line had admitted to their fate. He lined up the Jedi perfectly so that he could watch the event and raised his E-11. A single bolt slung out of the weapon, striking the Bothan in the abdomen and sending him sprawling to the ground. He was still alive, wheezing badly and groaning in pain as he scrunched into a ball.

Cylus stepped over to the Bothan, reaching down as he held his gloves against his head. He hid the Bothan's body from view with his own from the Jedi and released the four-hundred mechanical insects inside his glove. The only thing visible to the Jedi would be the Bothan's feet, apparently spasming as the insects tore away at him. When Cylus rose however, the full effect would be obvious to the Jedi. Hundreds of small wounds were all over the Bothan's face and he appeared to have an intense nosebleed. His eyes stared straight ahead, lifeless.

"That wasn't so hard was it?" He muttered as he took his place back over at the Jedi's side. He raised two fingers to the beak of his mask, and the Undying line responded with the same gesture. In the next moment, nine cracks of blaster fire were heard, followed up by nine thuds as the remaining prisoners were executed.

"Not hard at all."
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[Blaise Laurent]

Blaise watched in fear as the Bothan fell to the ground, in terrible agony most likely. He stared, unable to take his eyes away but once Cylus stepped in the way, he blinked and looked around at the other prisoners. He tried to look around Cylus and once the man moved out of the way, he stared at the dead Bothan in horror as wounds covered his lifeless face.

The Padawan said nothing as he was addressed and only stared at the Bothan on the floor. The combined shock and guilt was unbearable. He only drew his eyes away when he heard more cracks from blasters and nine thuds that followed. "You said we just execute this man! You didn't say to kill the others!" he became overly scared and angry.

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[Cylus Jest]

Cylus shook his head solemnly as he glared at the Jedi. The poor, poor Jedi had been so easy to play along. So easy to string along with the words which made easy from lips which felt not. In other words, he had believed that the prisoners would be released, in reality Cylus had never actually said that. He had only implied it, and now twelve prisoners lined the floors and the Jedi had ordered one's death.

"I never said that. I believe we've had enough...stimulation for now Sir Laurent." He spun, flicking his fingers to a pair of nearby Undying who came forth at once. Their bodies held no guilt in their language, and neither did Cylus'.
"Take the prisoner to the Broadcast cell. Deprive him of food for six days, do not allow him to sleep for the last two days, bring him water as he requests...never let him out of the cuffs."
The Undying both gave nods of acceptance and moved to the Jedi, undoing his link to the chair and hopefully gradually leading him away to a room which was about eight by twelve feet, not horribly cramped. There lay a single cot and a single light source. It appeared as though the cot was bolted down.

[I hope that works for a good ending...I have to ransom you eventually after all.]
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[Blaise Laurent]

Blaise said and did nothing, he stared at Cylus blankly and made no attempt to struggle as he was taken from the chair. How could these people be so cruel? He'd never met anyone like it and would rather he didn't. The Padawan barely listened as his near future was being decided for him. "The Jedi will look for me..." he said quietly, completely out of the conversation. The guilt ate away at him inside and the last thing he wanted to do was be left in a cell with his own thoughts.

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