Full Circle

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He glanced towards one of the lights.

It was nice of her to share the state of the prison that he was kept in, the information would be important when it came time for his escape. A frown settled on his lips for a few seconds as he considered his options, finding that there was really only one in the end."I see."

Vrak said quietly.

The collar would have to be broken.

The Pureblood knew that no guard would ever get close enough for him to do anything, and these stasis harnesses were simply too strong for him to ever move them. That meant all he could do was slowly whittle away at the collar binding his strength, and in order to do that. His lips thinned. It would take time, weeks, perhaps months. His only hope was that Jamie would think him quiet and complacent by then, that she would stop appearing here.

"My lawyer?" He asked her quietly. "When will he arrive?"

He decided to ignore her other words about the prison, the taunt that she threw at him. There was already enough rage within him to last a thousand years, the decision to break and eventually kill her had already been made.

Now he just needed to get out.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

"Your lawyer?"

She clicked her tongue along the roof of her mouth for several seconds, as if she were thinking carefully. "Ah, yes. You requested a lawyer. I remember now." The blonde stood from where she sat, wandering towards Vrak so that he could see her more closely. A terrible smile framed her face as she looked up to his limp form. "He won't be coming." In fact, he was never contacted. Nobody was. There was nobody coming to see Vrak. Nobody but Jamie that is.

"You are a terrorist, you see, deemed too dangerous to the planet. You will be housed here indefinitely, to be interrogated by necessity by persons authorized by my escort."

A trial, if ever there was to be one, would be arranged after he was no longer deemed a threat. Essentially, upon his death.

[member="Vrak Nashar"]

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

"So much for morality." That fact was...unfortunate.

The lawyer hadn't been crucial to his plan, but he would have made for a good distraction at the very least. It seemed however that the little Jedi had at least learned something from every betrayal he had thrown her way. Perhaps he should have been a little bit proud, but he just felt that cold, simmering rage.

"Again." He looked down at her from his place. "Reminds me of home."

His face was impassive, but his anger was clear by the ice in his voice.

Athiss would be without him for months. He knew that now. Things would move quickly back home, perhaps even fall apart. He only hoped that Lord Sitas and Neesa would be able to hold things down, perhaps even Kel. He frowned for a second and gave a quick thought to Irid, but the girl would be fine under Ryal's care for some time.

The real question would be how long this would take. "Perhaps I underestimated you."

Flattery never hurt anyone, if she thought him broken she might give him more leeway, even if not intentionally.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

"I said I wouldn't kill you, Vrak." She had kept her word. "I haven't done that. But you can't expect me to allow you to go free. Not after you threatened my people, myself, my family with death."

In truth this facility currently house only Vrak. Other inmates were due to arrive in the coming months, however for the time being he would be the only guest in attendance.

"You are far too dangerous for even a trial. Every opportunity I've given you for civility, you've spit in my face. This is where you will spend your life now."

The girl stood up on her tippy toes, her eyes dangerously close to him. "You will live. But if you so much as breathe the wrong way, your end will be a swift and terrible one."

It seemed to her that he had at the very least come to understand the severity of his actions, even if he didn't fully appreciate them. She doubted his sincerity in underestimating her though. It was too unlike him to compliment her without undermining it with a backhanded insulted immediately after, or during. "I will not do the same to you again." From the moment he had arrived on Naboo in the hands of her bounty hunter she had realized the error of assuming he could be turned to a less hostile degree. No more. She would be prepared for his scheming, even now, even here. She had been certain to check his person over several times while unconscious for anything he could have stashed away.

"This is your home now."

[member="Vrak Nashar"]

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He blinked a few times as the strobes flashed in his face once more. Concentrating here would prove troubling, but that wasn't his concern just yet. He would have to break the collar first, and from there he would have to see. His lips thinned as she went on and on, his eyes rolling half way through.

She was right of course, but that didn't mean he had to acknowledge it.

"So it is." He said when she finally finished her little lecture. As far as prison cells went, this wasn't the most awful place that he'd ever seen. The slave pits on Zygerria were far worse, and Irid had survived those for years. He could easily survive this, at least until he made his escape. Vrak took in a deep breath, as though he were resigning himself to his fate. It was a lie of course, and he doubted that she would believe him. "I suppose you've won."

His voice held no hint of sarcasm. "You should be proud of yourself."

Again no hint of mockery.

The game was a simple one now. Drive her insecurities, push himself into her mind, make her worry, push her to make mistakes. That was the only way he would escape this place. The guards had to grow lax, Jamie had to fall into a blunder. It was the only way for him to get out.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Dropping back onto her heels the blonde laughed. Her hand raised, fingers retracting save for her index that remained pointing towards the Sith.

"You are a schemer." The accusation was hardly without merit. "But you will find escaping this place and your fate rather difficult."

She was proud of herself in a way. Not because Vrak seemed to have been beaten, but because she had managed to apprehend the man responsible for not only her misery, but the murder of two GADF men, and also the murders of several of Naboo's citizens, as well as injuring many more. He had caused her a great deal of pain and suffering, not just physically, but mentally as well.

"Had you listened to my warnings back on Prakith you would be free to return to your people. Instead we find ourselves here. I do wish things could have been different."

After all, she did still greatly enjoy exploring Sith ruins. It was just too bad that he was their example of the species. It caused a great deal of her respect for them to be eaten away, as well as the mysticism of his people.

[member="Vrak Nashar"]

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He smiled. "Do you?"

Vrak still found it amusing that she had apparently once placed his people upon some sort of pedestal. Her interest in the ruins that Purebloods had left behind was no real surprise. His ancestors had built great things, or rather, their slaves had. What they'd left behind was more than most people could ever imagine.

There was a reason for it of course. The Ancient Sith Lords had been more powerful than one could ever even imagine. The strongest of them made even the modern Lords look like children in comparison. Naga Sadow could destroy entire Star Systems with a simple whim, Tulak Hord slaughtered entire worlds with a wave of his hand. Compared to that Vrak was nothing, no one. It was why even his people looked back towards the ancient ones, because they knew what power they held.

"What did you wish for?" He asked with that same smile. "That I would be peaceful? That I would bring an offer of knowledge, kindness? Perhaps even love?"

He scoffed, bile nearly filling his throat at the very thought. "You will often find disappointment in dreams and wishes."

If nothing else she should have learned that by now.

"I'd have thought you learned that lesson from our last interaction." He had shown her the histories of his kind after all.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

"Nothing so ambitious." She corrected the man. "Just that you would have left well enough alone, gone back to your world without pursuing this further. That's all."

By now she was relatively understanding of the type of man Vrak was. And while she still failed to understand why, she knew the likelihood of her being able to trust anything that came from his lips was less than zero. The chances that he would act on his threats of violence were high, should he escape, and that there was no acceptable means to deal with him, other than to keep him incarcerated for the rest of his life, as he was, here beneath the surface.

"Coming to Naboo was a mistake. Your need for vengeance over your perceived wrong was ill placed and unwise."

The woman slowly circled around Vrak, inspecting every aspect of his person as he drifted between the two anchor points.

"What did you think I would do in return? If your plan hadn't been to kill me at the end of our last meeting?"

[member="Vrak Nashar"]

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

"The bounty was expected." He told her simply, it had been more of an annoyance than anything else really. Hubris had gotten the better of him there, had made him overconfident. It was something he would never admit, but he had let his guard down, and in that moment Malegeant had struck. "The betrayal from a fellow Sith was not."

He realized the irony of that, and knew Jamie would likely mock him for it.

"I didn't think he'd have the courage." That was true enough. The man was a Criminal after all, not true Sith, far from Pureblood. He had thought he was simply meek and meager, or perhaps too enthralled with his little 'underworld' to do much of anything to Vrak.

Of course that turned out to be untrue.

The situation would be rectified upon his escape of course. He would hunt down the little Crime Lord and teach him what betrayal cost him.

"I thought perhaps your Jedi Order would come after me." Vrak said as he slowly turned his head to follow her. "I was prepared for that."

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Jamie's face turned to a delighted smirk. The fact that Vrak was betrayed by another Sith made the irony all the more enjoyable. And while other Jedi would have likely taken the opportunity to apprehend both Maleagant and Vrak at once, Jamie had little need for stirring the pot with whatever group the other man stood with. He had done the job that the crown had paid for, and therefor the contract was completed. This was not a Jedi matter, at least for the most part, therefore she was bound by the terms of the bounty. Acting against that would be in bad faith.

"Sith, by their name, are all quite the same in that regard. Untrustworthy. Yet you were betrayed by your own, unexpectedly. That is quite humorous. I'm certain you can understand my laughter at the idea."

One would assume Vrak, of all people, would be the one in constant fear of being betrayed, given the very nature of his own people. Trusting anyone when someone like himself was so backstabbing and scheming was a foolish endeavor, one that she had quite luckily benefited from. The assumption that it would be Jedi that came for him had also worked in her favor. He perhaps assumed it would be Aela that tracked him down, or perhaps some master of the New Order. Perhaps the fear of that retaliation had distracted the man long enough for Maleagant to betray him.

Regardless, here they were.

"Amusing. Your civilization is built on the deception and betrayal of others, yet you were so easily betrayed yourself. Your own master must be disappointed in you."

She had no idea if Vrak actually had a Sith master, but it was more meant as an insult to his ego than anything else.

[member="Vrak Nashar"]

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

"I didn't trust him, I'm not an idiot." Vrak trusted no one, not even the lovers he'd taken. As far as he was concerned everyone and everything was out to either kill him or incapacitate him in some way. Yet some things were worth the risk, and this little prospect with the Criminal had been worth the risk. Of course he'd calculated wrong, but that would be rectified once he escaped from this facility and Naboo itself. "I thought him too much of a coward to try anything."

He spoke plainly. Perhaps he was still right, maybe the Crime Lord had expected that Vrak would remain on Naboo indefinitely, and thus would not strike back, but such an assumption was unfortunately very wrong.

"Sometimes I underestimate lesser beings. I forget some of you can be quite...bold." Vrak said with no hint of irony in his voice. He had twice been beaten now, once by surprise and the other by sheer overwhelming numbers. Oddly enough both time he had somehow ended up at this womans footsteps, but that could be ignored for now. His eyes slowly drifted forward, following her until she stopped the circle she had been making.

"I have no master." Vrak said simply in answer, apparently not even registering the insult.

His father had taught him at a young age, but in truth the man had always more strayed towards politics than anything else. Vrak had come to his skill with a lightsaber and lessons in the force via a number of tutors, though mostly holocrons and ancient Sith Scrolls.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

The woman studied Vrak for several long moments in silence. His words passed one by one without comment from the blonde. Once she had stopped circling the man, coming to a halt just in front of him, she rocked on her heels, lifting up on her tippy toes once more to get closer to the Sith, blue eyes staring him down. Her hand raised, gently caressing the side of his face, the contact likely irritating him beyond words, though by now she was aware of the discomfort it caused him. It would be some time before she felt the discomfort of a knife lodged into her body was equal to what he felt here.

"I am not your lesser, Sith."

Though in truth his discomfort had likely already surpassed hers by quite a bit, given the state of his broken leg. That, however, she did not give to him, therefore, in her own mind, did not qualify. For a moment she lingered, before tapping the man's cheek and returning her hand to her side. "Perhaps what you need is a master." After all, his lack of self control was what got him into this whole mess.

"Perhaps they could have averted this trouble you've found yourself in."

[member="Vrak Nashar"]

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

A scowl spread on his face as she touched him, his lips curling into a sneer, teeth barred. For a second he considered biting her, snapping her fingers off with his teeth.

Such a thing seemed a bit...barbaric however, and he quickly remembered just where he was. Any transgression would see them both dead, any move of violence would likely mean his end. Vrak couldn't risk that, and so he let the rage boil through him, his eyes staring holes into her head as if she was somehow going to melt from the pure hatred that he currently felt towards her. I should have slit her throat the first time I was here.

He thought to himself with a scowl.

"Doubtful." He spat finally.

This little girl would pay for what she had done, pay for her words, her actions, everything. He would ensure she would end broken and dead. His lips turned to that same sneer, unable to hide the anger that he felt towards her.

"Unlike you." His voice dripped with rage. "I don't need the comfort of others."

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Jamie giggled. His unfiltered rage amused her. Every wrinkle on his face. Every line. The sneer. The bared teeth. The fiery orbs that flared in silent hatred. If the restraints hadn't been on, no doubt he would have lashed out at her. Now that the shoe was firmly on the other foot, she couldn't help but feel vindication for what he had done to her.

"Not for comfort. You're so far beyond the ability to find comfort in another being. I meant control." She corrected the man. "You can't control yourself."

Whether that was his mouth, actions, or reactions.

Perhaps with this Sith in custody she could return to Prakith. Now maybe she would get some sleep without the crimson skinned man assaulting her dreams on a near constant basis.

"And you are far more naive than I to believe you are destined to be the greatest of your people."

[member="Vrak Nashar"]

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

His fingers curled. "I will kill you."

That was his only response. He wanted to break the chains, pull free, rip her throat from her neck and stop her from speaking a single word again. The rage in his chest threatened to boil over, the hatred in his eyes was more than telling.

The time for coy games and containing his anger was all but over with. There was no more subtlety, no more playing around. He was well and truly beyond any form of control at this point. His fingers became whiteknuckled beneath the grip of the stasis pod, his eyes glaring holes into her. In desperation he tried to reach out to the force, clawing at it, grasping for any lick that he could reach. The collar around his throat seemed to buzz slightly.

"Your friends." His voice was seething with anger. "Your family. Everything you hold dear will die."

He tried desperately to break down the barrier that kept him from the darkside. "I will leave you a shambled mess of yourself, break your very mind then burn you and leave you nothing but smoldering ash."

The Sith spat.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

If Vrak wasn't completely immobilized and helpless to do anything but make threats Jamie might have been intimidated by the Sith's threats.

Fortunately, that was all he could do. Make empty threats.

"You will never have that opportunity." Of that she was certain. "For all your threats, all your attempts to grip the precious dark side of the Force. Your chance will not come." Her finger pointed to the hatch in the far corner of the room. "You so much as fidget suspiciously and that hatch will open. The pressure inside this room will rise so rapidly it will crush your body like a durasteel can while simultaneously drowning you." Jamie turned, using her sleeve to brush the spit from her face. "You will die faster than you can draw a breath."

The piercing blue orbs shifted back to glare at the Sith. "Your festering hatred will eat you alive in the darkness here, while linger, forgotten like the rest of your people through time."

[member="Vrak Nashar"]

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

"My hatred will keep me strong." He told her with a gnash of his teeth. His fingers curled again, his eyes settling on her own. There was hatred within him, nothing else. No sign of mercy, no life. Nothing.

"It will drive me to survive." It was the way of his people. Hate. "When I break free, and I will..."

There was confidence in those words, more confidence then there had any right to be.

This cell was for all intense and purposes completely impenetrable. Nothing could get in, and Vrak certainly couldn't get out without dying. Any attempt would be met with his swift death, but he had a plan, a notion of what could be done. It would take time, months perhaps, but he could do it, would do it. She would find one day that he was gree.

Then she would have cause for fear.

"I will destroy everything you love." His anger was almost palpable.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

"What exactly do you think you can do to me, Vrak?" She wanted to honestly know what he thought he could do to cause her anguish. "Look around. There is no escape. This cell is your home, and your death bed."

The girl stood up straight, her hand quickly raising to strike the Sith across the face with heated force. "I owed you that for last time."

Antagonizing the man was likely a foolish thing to do, however given the situation and the prospect of any kind of escape for Vrak, Jamie felt rather justified in her lashing out. After all, after what he had done on Prakith, on Naboo, he had earned some abuse, right? "I also warned you not to threaten me."

A bit of humiliation would serve him well. Perhaps humble him at least a little bit.

[member="Vrak Nashar"]

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

"You will die." The slap didn't stop him. "Every pleasure you've ever had. Every joy you've ever felt. Everything you have ever held dear..."

There was pure and utter hatred in his eyes, rage beyond anything that could be described. Malegeant, the man that had brought him to this fate was completely forgotten. The criminal scum was nothing compared to this woman. He would get what he persevered, but he was nothing. Jamie was the one. She would suffer his ire as no one had before. Even Siedra, his rival on Athiss had never felt rage from him like this. His fingers curled as he looked down at her.

"I will take it all from you." He didn't care how many times she struck him.

He was beyond that pain, beyond that humiliation.

"Cherish it." He snarled. "For it will all be gone."

 

[Jamie Pyne]

"Nothing you say frightens me. You are a weak man. And an even weaker Sith."

For a moment Jamie watched as Vrak struggled to try and manipulate the Force around him, the collar still functioning as necessary. The restraints kept his arms and legs bound securely.

There was little more to do here. "I hope you find comfort in knowing that nobody will come for you. That this is where your final breaths will be taken. That you were beaten by me. That you were never better than me."

Jamie slowly wandered towards the doorway that separated the room from the corridor, two separate hatches that shifted the pressure from the rooms and allowed for passage between the long tube that lead to the security wing. Stopping, she turned back to Vrak, still roiling in his own hatred and anger.

"There is no death. There is the Force."

[member="Vrak Nashar"]