Private Deceived

[Zanami]

Location: Felucia
Gear: Lightsaber / Vibrodagger x2
Tag: Serina Calis​

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A transmission had been received by one of the Sith listening outposts, oddly enough it was not encrypted, and the message was simple; an auction was to be held on Felucia inside the former Nigkoe Detention Facility by The Yazi Syndicate, a new player in the underworld of criminal organizations. The details were vague in the sense there was no mention of what was being auctioned off, only that it was of great importance to the Jedi and the Sith, a rare object of immense power.

Also contained in the transmitted message was outlined details that the Jedi and Sith could only dispatch one representative, and if the two Orders could remain cordial in the presence of the other, they could remain armed. Further instructions relayed the nature of how the bidding would take place, how the credits from the winner would be transferred, and that a potential partnership could be viewed in the future. The message seemed harmless enough, win a bid and bring home the spoils; however, there was a more sinister plot masked by the proposed auction.

There was to be no auction, no rare object, only two Force users sent to the facility that would never return. This plot was also simple, capture the Sith and Jedi and sell them to the Hutts or the highest bidder. As the transmission of the fake auction had been sent, so was another transmission to the Hutts and other organizations interested in owning a slaved Jedi or Sith....and in troves bounty hunters, mercenaries, and other hired thugs were dispatched to Felucia by criminal bosses and Hutt Masters to win the rights of a captured Force user.

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With bellowing smoke and snake-like hisses, a black and sleek designed transport shuttle bearing the insignia of the Sith Imperialists landed gracefully on one of the landing pads next to the facility. The facility's glory days had long since passed, and the derelict looking structure was an eyesore in the brightly colored foliage of the jungle that surrounded the old detention center. The shuttle doors split, whilst a ramp in medium speed jolted out to make landfall allowing for the Sith's representative to disembark.

The young girl, Zanami, stood atop the ramp observing the jungle first, then turning her attention to the facility itself. What an odd place to hold an auction she thought. She was young, only sixteen, but was birthed with a fiery passion and the ability of one so young to be trusted to successfully complete an assignment; and to add more to her resume, she was a Sith assassin and a Sithspawn; the latter from the minds of a twisted mad scientist and a diabolical Sith Alchemist. "I don't like the layout, something seems off," she muttered under her breath. For an auction, she continued to think, was to heavily guarded; less this rare object was indeed as advertised.

Slowly she walked toward the facility's main entrance, her eyes watching the gathered guards all around her. She sensed there was indeed something wrong, but there had been no aggression toward her, so she let the feeling go for now. Drawing closer to the door, it swung open, pouring from the entrance was a male dark green skinned Twi'lek flanked by two armored guards. He stopped a few feet from her, gave a polite bow, then finally said, "Welcome to Felucia, judging by the symbol on your transport shuttle, you must be Zanami. I am Fe'rio and I represent Boss Ting of the Yazi Syndicate. We are very pleased by your arrival. We are waiting for your counterpart to arrive, so please follow me and I'll take you to the staging area, where Boss Ting will address you both before the start of the auction."

"Why so much security? We are in the middle of a jungle, surely your boss is not that paranoid," the young Sith inquired. Fe'rio let out a small chuckle before adding, "Oh he is not paranoid, my friend, he is cautious. There are many credits resting on this one single event, he just wants to ensure there are no outside interferences. The locals, you see, are not on the same page as my boss, so he is cautious. Not paranoid. Now, come."

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: Felucia, Nigkoe Detention Facility
Tag: Zanami

Serina Calis, the Jedi's lone representative, descended from a sleek silver transport, its exterior shimmering like a mirage against the vibrant backdrop of Felucia's lush landscape. The craft, less imposing than the Sith's but no less elegant, touched down silently on a nearby pad, a gentle whisper in the riotous cacophony of the jungle's life.

Clad in the traditional robes of the Jedi, Serina's attire blended a functional grace with the ethereal aura that surrounded her. Her golden blonde hair, pulled back to reveal sharp, intelligent eyes, caught the occasional flicker of Felucia's bioluminescent plants, casting an otherworldly glow around her. She stepped lightly onto the platform, her senses immediately assaulted by the rich, earthy smell of decay that the vibrant jungle masked only superficially.

The young Jedi moved with an almost spectral presence, her blue eyes scanning the dilapidated structure of the Nigkoe Detention Facility with a mix of curiosity and wariness. "An auction for an object of power, yet held in such a forsaken place?" she mused aloud, her voice barely above a whisper, yet clear and resonant. Her instincts hummed with the Force, whispering of hidden dangers and unseen threats.

As Serina approached the facility, a striking contrast to the black-clad Sith representative already nearing the entrance, her demeanor remained calm, though her mind was alight with strategies and contingencies. She felt the weight of the situation; the mysterious, potentially non-existent prize, the overly guarded venue, the strangeness of it all—it was a puzzle she was determined to solve.

A different representative from the Yazi Syndicate, a blue-skinned Twi'lek with a sly grin, stepped forward to greet her. "Ah, Jedi Calis, we are honored by your presence," he said, his tone smooth and overly congenial. "I am Sylaas, underling to Boss Ting. He eagerly awaits your participation in today's proceedings. This way, if you please."

Serina nodded politely, her eyes not missing the subtle movements of the guards or the tension that seemed to hang in the air. "Thank you, Sylaas. Your precautions seem quite extensive. Is it the jungle or the guests that concern your boss more?" she inquired, her voice imbued with a serene curiosity that masked her alert vigilance.

Sylaas laughed, a sound as smooth as silk yet with an edge that suggested more than mere caution. "A bit of both, Jedi Calis. The jungle is unforgiving, and the guests... well, let's just say that trust is a commodity more valuable than the rarest of artifacts," he replied, guiding her toward the staging area where dark secrets and veiled threats awaited both representatives of the Force.

 

[Zanami]

Location: Felucia
Gear: Lightsaber / Vibrodagger x2
Tag: Serina Calis​

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The green-skinned alien led Zanami into the infrastructure, where the young Sith was greeted with her first impression of the detention center's insides, and it wasn't a pleasant one to behold. The air had a wafting smell to it, a mixture of mold, unwashed bodies, and dried bodily fluids that combined to assault her sense of smell. The smell was near putrid, barely tolerable, and a few times she found herself covering her mouth and nose to stave of the invasion.

As they marched forward through the derelict building, the floors, she noticed, were cracked, with foliage from the outside world seeping in through the tiny orifices almost mocking the depressing site with a stench of beauty. Litter and debris offered their artistic touch, cluttering the floors in maliciously fashion, at times causing the walking duo to step-over or sidestep small piles. The walls where no better with cracks zig-zagging in varying directions, pealing and discolored paint dripping from the walls like withering vines, whilst blotches of unknown sources splayed in areas across them. But she noticed there was a lack of security to greet them, a strange occurrence in comparison to the outside.

"Ah, just a moment," her guide spat as they stopped in front of a solidified, steel enforced double door system. After a few fleeting seconds, he pressed a series of numbers on a keypad, which almost look newly installed, seemingly out of place considering the state of the rest of this section and with a buzzing sound; the doors parted. "Just a little further."

Zanami entered a massive cell block with countless rooms sprawled along both sides of the prisoner's section, and in double fashion with two levels of the cells running top and bottom. What she saw more than the cells was the gathered forces of bounty hunter, mercenaries, and armed men from the criminal organization's own personal supply. "What is this treachery," she said with a voice infused with a predatorial like tone as she began to reach for the hilt attached to the belt wrapped around her waist.

"It is not treachery, Sith," came a disembodied voice blaring from one of the wall-mounted speakers. "It is business. Nothing personal. I have lured you and the Jedi, whom I believe is not far behind, here in means of capturing you both to auction off. You two will fetch me a great reward, and for that I thank you now. Take her." Zanami's fingers barely brushed the dangling metal cylinder before she felt a shocking sensation that coursed through her entire body, her eyes fading to black as she tumbled down to meet the waiting floor.

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: Felucia, Nigkoe Detention Facility
Tag: Zanami

Serina, led by Sylaas, traversed the decrepit hallways of the detention center with an unease that grew with every step. The walls bore the scars of countless untold stories, the air thick with the odor of decay and neglect. Each breath she took was a reminder of the place's dark history, a stark contrast to the vibrant jungle outside.

As they approached a heavily secured area, Serina's senses tingled with a warning. The Force hummed with a disquieting intensity, the echoes of desperation and fear almost palpable in the stale air. She noted the stark contrast between the aging infrastructure and the new, out-of-place security measures like freshly installed keypads and reinforced doors.

Sylaas paused before a set of formidable steel doors, his fingers dancing over the keypad. The doors buzzed open, and he gestured for Serina to enter. "We are here. After you, Jedi Calis."

With cautious steps, Serina entered what appeared to be a massive cell block, her eyes quickly taking in the rows of cells flanking the corridor. The sight that greeted her, however, was not what she expected. The area was filled with an array of menacing figures—bounty hunters, mercenaries, and various thugs—all bearing the distinct look of those who lived by the blaster and the knife.

Before she could process the scene fully or reach for her lightsaber, a voice boomed from the speakers, chilling in its casual menace. "Welcome, Jedi Calis. You find yourself in an unfortunate predicament, one not of your choosing. This gathering is not for an auction but for a capture. You and the Sith representative, whom we have already secured, are the prizes of today's real event."

The realization of the trap snapped into clarity as she turned to face Sylaas, who now wore a smirk of triumph. "It's nothing personal, Jedi. Just business."

Reacting instinctively, Serina reached for her lightsaber, the Force surging as she prepared to defend herself. But before her fingers could grasp the hilt, a sharp, electric shock coursed through her body, delivered by a stun device hidden in Sylaas's hand. The shock overwhelmed her senses, and as her vision blurred, the last thing she saw was the smug face of the Twi'lek as she collapsed to the ground, the cold floor rushing up to meet her.

 

[Zanami]

Location: Felucia, Nigkoe Detention Facility
Gear: Find
Tag: Serina Calis

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The bright illumination screamed menacingly into her eyes as they slowly expanded open, adding more pain to the ever-growing throbbing that now took residence inside her head. Sitting up, an effort in itself with her body still weak and recovering, inspected her surroundings the best she could through the hazy vision. The room, reenforced with thick titanium and windowless walls, was poorly lit, which posed no problems for her. Inside the room, besides herself, was a small steel toilet and a small steel sink attached to wall on the right side of the toilet. The absence of a bed or cot told her that sleep would come in spurts; however, she didn't plan to be a guest much longer.

She stood up, feeling that annoying numbness in legs curse through them, a painful sensation as if one was stabbing her with miniature-sized daggers. "How long have I been out," she said into the dusk-lighted room. A cracking sound echoed off the door that was half full-length steel bars, half steel door, her first glimpse into one possible exit strategy. "Shut up in there!" She couldn't detect from which direction the voice came from, and her mind was still recovering from those cloudy webs to be of any assistance anyway.

Finally, when she could somewhat focus, she looked down at her bound hands, a feeling of anger washing over her. They were bound together by a stuncuffs to prevent hand movements. The bindings themselves where black in color, but crudely shaped and designed. They were tight, but they weren't exactly pleasant either. She felt something foreign on her neck but couldn't deduce what it was; all she knew it was disrupting her connection to the Force, as she learned when she tried to call upon it. Escaping was going to take some very strategic planning.

Zanami began walking around her cell, trying to formulate a plan when she remembered the Jedi. Had the Jedi been captured too or did the Jedi outsmart them where Zanami had not, falling into their trap perfectly. The thought of the latter angered her even further. However, what the criminal organization didn't know was that the Sith they hoped to fetch a high price for didn't require the Force to assist her, she was a genetically engineered creature with secrets.

As much as she hated to admit it, with the numbers so greatly against her, that if the Jedi too had been captured, then Zanami might need to work with the Jedi for both of their survivals. But first, she needed to know if the Jedi was here, and if so, how to get to them.

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: Felucia, Nigkoe Detention Facility
Tag: Zanami

As Serina regained consciousness, the dull ache behind her eyes was a grim reminder of her precarious situation. Lying on the cold, hard floor, she blinked against the harsh light that seemed to pierce through her every sense. Slowly, using the Force to steady her swirling thoughts, she pushed herself to a sitting position and surveyed her new surroundings—a small, stark cell with titanium-reinforced walls and devoid of any comforts. The only features were a steel toilet and sink, and notably, no bed. It was clear that comfort was not a consideration for her captors.

Feeling the chill of the metal against her back, Serina stood cautiously, her legs shaky but regaining strength. Her hands were bound tightly with stuncuffs, their crude, black design biting into her wrists with every movement. She felt a strange device around her neck—an inhibitor of some sort, she surmised, as her attempts to tap into the Force were stifled, leaving her feeling unnervingly cut off from her greatest ally.

"Shut up in there!" came a harsh shout as she moved, the voice bouncing off the walls, directionless and cold. Serina paused, taking a deep breath to focus her mind. Despite her restrained Force abilities, her training provided her with other means to analyze and adapt. She needed to understand her environment fully before she could plan any form of escape.

As she paced the small cell, Serina's thoughts turned to the Sith, Zanami. Had she, too, been ensnared in this trap? The thought of cooperating with a Sith was not appealing, but Serina was pragmatic. Survival sometimes required unlikely alliances, and if they were both to escape this predicament, cooperation might be necessary.

While contemplating her limited options, she finally turned to see what was was the Sith ambassador, unmistakable with her athletic build and the unique, glass-like eyes that shimmered even in the dim light of the cell. The Sith's presence confirmed Serina's fears—they were both pawns in a much larger game.

Serina faced Zanami. The air between them was charged with a tension that only the deep-seated enmity between their orders could foster. Yet, beneath that, there was a mutual understanding of their situation.

"Looks like we're both caught in the same snare," Serina said, her voice steady but not without a trace of irony. "I suppose we might consider a... temporary truce, for survival's sake. What say you, Sith?"

 

[Zanami]

Location: Felucia, Nigkoe Detention Facility
Gear: Find
Tag: Serina Calis

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Options were limited, unaffordable at this juncture, yet Zanami was no fool. Appalling as the thought was, working with this Jedi was her only means from escaping this devilish predicament she faulted herself into. She didn't have to enjoy, even like the idea, working with the Jedi, but foolishness over acceptance brandished little in the ways of survival. She looked around the room, importantly the door's barred section, before an idea formed.

"I see no other solution," the Sith said, the tone of her voice cutting through the air like sharpened razorblades, "And I have an idea."

Zanami began to lay her idea out. The idea was rather simple, not very complex in its execution. Zanami would get the guard's attention, distract him while the Jedi fumbled through the pockets of his raggedy trousers for the cell's key card, and if luck favored this unlikely duo, a way to remove these stuncuffs. "We will need to move fluidly, no time for hesitation, Jedi. We know what awaits us beyond that door, no margin for error. Perhaps if we are lucky, our weapons are close by."

The abomination walked toward the cell's singular door, savoring in the kill and feast that would follow; for her heightened metabolism was blooming, and she needed to consume soon less risk the infectious bite of sickness take control. She began kicking the door, that at fist only attracted the verbal attention from the guard; the more she kicked, the more the guard grew irritated. Finally, fed up with the clanking of the bars, he stepped into position.

From the orifice in her back, she withdrew her coiled three-pronged tail, but kept the spikes flesh against it, and lashed through the slotted bars, wrapping it around the guard's neck, applying tightening pressure whilst pulling him flat against the door. This was the Jedi's cue. Whilst the Jedi would make her move, Zanami produced the two hidden frontal canines and bit into the guard's left arm as it laid against the cell, the fangs penetrating through the flesh till they bone, and from their inserted themselves into the bone; allowing her to withdraw the bone marrow and subsiding the hunger she was feeling. It was a quick fix; the real feast would come later.

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: Felucia, Nigkoe Detention Facility
Tag: Zanami

The scene unfolded with a stark brutality that shook Serina, despite her extensive training and exposure to the darker aspects of the galaxy. Zanami's actions, though ruthless, were a vivid reminder of the survival instincts that drove those trained in the ways of the Sith. As the guard's muffled cries echoed off the cell walls, Serina forced herself to focus on the task at hand—securing their escape.

She watched, with a mixture of horror and fascination, as Zanami skillfully manipulated her physical abilities to subdue the guard. The Sith's tail, an unexpected weapon, was both terrifying and mesmerizing in its efficiency. The way Zanami extracted marrow from the guard's bone was both ghastly and intriguing, highlighting the stark differences in their respective doctrines.

Steeling her resolve, Serina moved quickly while the guard was incapacitated. She rifled through his pockets with swift, precise movements, her fingers closing around the cool metal of the key card. Securing their immediate escape was paramount, but the display of primal survival she had just witnessed was imprinted firmly in her mind, stirring a complex mix of repulsion and awe.

With the key card in hand, Serina unlocked their stuncuffs, her movements hurried yet careful. The weight of the cuffs falling away felt symbolic, freeing not just her wrists but also a part of her mind that was always bound by the rigid doctrines of the Jedi.

As they prepared to leave the cell, Serina couldn't help but glance back at Zanami, her expression one of conflicted admiration. "Your methods are... effective," Serina admitted, her voice carrying a hint of respect that she hadn't expected to feel. "I've read about Sith capabilities, but seeing them firsthand is something else entirely."

The Jedi felt the all to common flicker of temptation. The allure of such power was undeniable, its immediacy and impact stark against the more measured and restrained methods she was taught.

"Let's find our gear and get out of here," Serina said, pushing the lingering thoughts of power and what it meant to wield it so freely to the back of her mind. The immediate goal was to survive and escape, but the encounter had undoubtedly sown seeds of curiosity and doubt about the broader applications and limitations of her own training.

 

[Zanami]

Location: Felucia, Nigkoe Detention Facility
Gear: Find
Tag: Serina Calis

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Her hunger temporarily sustained, her hands free of those metal restraints, she tightened her hold around the guard's neck, squeezing the last breath from his lungs until death claimed her child. She watched, with fascination, as the body slowly slumped down to the floor, guided by the bars in a way of camaraderie. "We Sith must be effective, anything else is weakness," Zanami said grinning. "Capabilities, Jedi? Our enemy's nightmare has only begun."

The unlikely duo now free, Zanami pushed the door open, sliding the corpse to the side and stepped into the damp, dank smelling chamber. There were two doors. The first rested at the top, where brackish stairs led upward to the door, whilst the second was off to their left. The Jedi was right, they needed their gear, but where would they be stored? It would be too easy, she thought, if the fools kept them close. If it was her leading such a betrayal, the weapons of the Jedi and Sith would be tucked away and close to her; more trinkets to fetch credits for. Jedi and Sith lightsabers were well desired by criminal organizations.

"What do you think, Jedi," she said looking back and forth between the two doors. There was a lesson she once heard by one of the training Masters on Jutrund about two doors, one led to freedom, the other to tragedy. She didn't think there was tragedy awaiting them by choosing the wrong door, more problems, yes. And as for choosing the door to freedom, that was more puzzling than a simple choice. No doubt they were being held deep in the facility, so one single door would not expel them into freedom. What bothered her was wasting precious time, for she now felt like a rat in a maze. Left or up?

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: Felucia, Nigkoe Detention Facility
Tag: Zanami

Serina, still grappling with the raw display of Sith efficiency, steadied her nerves as they stood at the juncture between the two doors. Zanami's approach to survival, though alien and unsettling, was undeniably effective. It pushed Serina to reconsider her own limitations, imposed more by doctrine than capability.

"The upper door," Serina said, her voice calm but carrying an undercurrent of determination born from their precarious situation. "It's likely that our equipment would be stored in a more secure area, typically higher up for containment purposes. It's standard protocol in most detention facilities—keep valuable items where they're hardest to reach."

She paused for a moment, her strategic mind mapping out the layout of similar facilities she had studied during her training. "Besides, moving upwards may give us a tactical advantage. We can always descend if it leads nowhere, but if we choose left and it's incorrect, climbing might not be an option later."

Serina's eyes met Zanami's, a flicker of mutual understanding passing between them despite their fundamental differences. "We need to be swift and silent. Our strength lies in being unpredictable. If we encounter resistance, we'll need to rely on more than just brute force."

Turning towards the stairway, Serina took the lead, her senses heightened and her mind alert to any signs of danger. Each step was measured, her training helping her move fluidly even in the unfamiliar environment. As they ascended, the Jedi felt the precarious balance of their alliance—it was a partnership of necessity, not choice, and the dynamics of power between them were as shifting and unstable as the ground beneath the facility itself.

"Keep your senses sharp," Serina whispered back to Zanami. "We're not just escaping; we're also gathering intelligence with every step. Remember, everything we learn now could be crucial for what comes next."

As they reached the top of the stairs, Serina prepared herself for what they might find, ready to adapt her strategy to whatever challenges lay beyond the door. Her resolve was clear: survive, escape, and possibly, understand a little more of the Sith's unsettling but intriguing power.

 

[Zanami]

Location: Felucia, Nigkoe Detention Facility
Gear: Find
Tag: Serina Calis

Rotating, Zanami's eyes returned to the upper door, calculating what the Jedi was saying. Tactical advantages, especially facing an unknown legion of assailants, allured her into agreement. Rotating again, she matched her eyes to the Jedi, replying after the female spoke, "We will be silent like death itself, swift like the winds that bring the judgements upon those that have wronged us." That voice, the one that was unfamiliar to Zanami, a new voice that inhabited her speech tones frightened her; but her mind was dangerously unraveling, and she could not recall what she sounded like before mother and father weaved their handiwork upon her. Much they changed, much had been lost; all replaced by petrifying visions.

The Jedi took the lead, Zanami quietly moving upward, carefully calculated her steps on the stairs. She did not concern herself with traps or silent alarms, their captives suffered the belief escape was not manageable, rather it was in her nature to stalk, to hunt prey from the shadows, striking callously at defenseless little rodents. The thrill that awaited ahead was like a game to her; winner takes all. Quietly, Zanami responded, "I agree, Jedi. We will use knowledge over strength....their numbers will mean nothing; just mother's crying over dead sons."

Another door stood greeting them when they reached the summit. Zanami felt a shift in the Force, her eyes turning to the Jedi. "Why do Jedi do that," expelling a quiet question from her lips, "Use the Force to calm themselves? The Force will not listen, it is a facade that grants you Jedi serenity when there is none to be had. The Force only listens to actions, commands by those that are its masters, like we Sith. That is why you fail, Jedi. There is no Peace....only Passion."

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: Felucia, Nigkoe Detention Facility
Tag: Zanami

Serina listened to Zanami's pointed critique of the Jedi and their use of the Force, her expression contemplative yet undeterred. At the top of the stairs, before the looming door that might lead to their salvation or deeper into peril, she paused, turning to face the Sith with a steady gaze.

"I don't concern myself with the dogma of the Jedi or their philosophical failings," Serina began, her voice low and resolute. "The Jedi cloak themselves in serenity as a shield against the darkness, yes, but that calm is not ignorance—it is control. True control, not merely the suppression of emotions but the mastery over them. That's where you misunderstand, Sith."

Her eyes locked with the Sith's, conveying not just defiance but a deep, unwavering conviction. "You speak of enslaving the Force, of bending it to your will through passion and unchecked emotions. But in doing so, you become slaves to those very emotions. You let them control you, dictate your actions. It's a cycle of servitude, not mastery."

Serina's hand rested lightly on her belt where her lightsaber would normally hang, feeling the absence of the familiar weight. "My goal isn't just to use the Force; it's to dominate it completely. To understand its deepest workings and manipulate it with precision that neither Jedi restraint nor Sith passion can achieve. What I seek is a new path, one that transcends the limitations imposed by our orders."

She turned her attention back to the door, preparing to face whatever lay beyond. "Let's focus on the here and now, Sith. We need to escape, and pondering philosophical differences won't free us from this place. We need each other alive and cooperative, at least for now."

With that, Serina reached out, tentatively feeling for the door's mechanism with her fingertips, her senses extended through the Force—not to calm herself, but to sharpen her perception, ready to dominate the immediate obstacles as a testament to her broader aspirations.

 

[Zanami]

Location: Felucia, Nigkoe Detention Facility
Gear: Find
Tag: Serina Calis

Zanami listened, understanding the Jedi's words, but she disagreed with most. The Jedi wanted to be the protectors of the galaxy, protect those not strong enough to defend themselves, to bring peace and harmony to the galaxy; and yet, for as long as the galaxy breathed, the Jedi have continuously failed. Did the Jedi really believe what she was saying, about the Force, about the Sith, about the enslavement to emotions? Zanami believed the Jedi was misguided, taught differently than her; taught to understand weakness wasn't a flaw, but a mountain to climb and conquer.

But the Sith were no better. She had seen their flaws, their power struggles, those shifting of political movements to favor one or the other. And she cared for none of those, she was born to be a killer, an assassin, and that is all that matter to her; leave the rest to those squabbling Lords, the Dark Council, and the Emperor.

"Agreed. For now, let us put away our differences. It does us no good fighting each other, when there are more than enough beyond that door ripe for the plucking."

The ripples in the Force were felt by Zanami, the Jedi using it for purposes befitting to her understanding of the mythical energy, and Zanami could only smile. Was the Jedi trying to reach out into the great beyond to gauge what was behind that door? To feel the anticipation of the waiting enemy coursing through the Force, where Zanami bathed in it, whilst the Jedi possibly tried to ignore it.

"If you are trying to feel presences behind the door, I can tell you Jedi they know we are here," the Sith said, her right index finger pointing to a hidden security camera. "Curious, why have they not set off the alarm?" Zanami pondered her own answer to the question, perhaps this facility wasn't as maintained as she once believed. Perhaps, like the alarm, there were other malfunctioned or non-operational components throughout the prison, and if that was the case, Zanami and her Jedi partner would have the advantage. Neutralize the enemy silently, until they could find their weapons. Afterwards, the horror show would begin.