Grand Teth Auto! [Red Ravens Dominion of Teth]

[Cryax Bane]

The Vong child raked the knife across his legs, making bloody troughs in his blue-skinned flesh, and Cryax let out ear-deafening howls of anguish once again. At the sight of Samantha skipping over with the jar of beetles, his heart beat like a baby bird's and he began to hyperventilate wildly. The closer she got with the jar, the more the Chiss panicked, his face now covered in a cold sweat, his hands clenching and unclenching.

He looked into her beady black eyes as she dangled the large beetle right over one of his open wounds. "Please. No. Please. No. I'm not lying, Samantha. I swear I don't know any of that stuff. I have executive assistants at my beck and call. I just do spice and meet with other crime lords and stim addicts. I swear. Please don't." Cryax broke down into ragged sobs as his red eyes carefully watched the dangling beetle. "I swear Samantha. I'm telling the truth. I JUST DON'T KNOW OK? I DON'T KARKING KNOW. I CAN'T TELL YOU WHAT I DON'T KARKING KNOW!"

[member="Dredge"]

 

[Dredge]

[member="Cryax Bane"]

Samantha simply smiled at Cryax and dangled the beetle still. "Well you are clearly dreary Wretch, you can't remember your own personal account?" She moved the beetle closer and it's jagged little mandibles began to flicker around quickly. "You know they say these beetles are very angry, that when they are in a tight situation without fresh air they just go crazy and try to find anyway out. That's why I have holes in my jar." The little girl kept on going on about the beetles "of course these ones aren't strong enough to tear through glass. But who knows this guy might not like his new home." The little girl lifted a small living fire beetle from her tool section and pressed it in her other hand.

Samantha lowered the beetle into Cryax's wound by a few inches and quickly burned the man's leg closed with the fire beetle. The little guy inside of Cryax's leg would rip through flesh and muscle until it suffocated and died in a good two minutes. The time it spent inside his leg would be terribly painful. The little girl yelled at Cryax as he would more than likely be screaming at this point from the beetle chewing up the Inside of his leg. "IS THERE ANYTHING YOU DO KNOW WRETCH!? YOU STUPID WORTHLRSS DOLT!! YOU JUST LOST YOUR MES AND I'S PRIVLAGE!! FROM NOW ON ITS JUST WRETCH!!"

 

[Cryax Bane]

The more Samantha dangled the snapping beetle in front of Cryax's face which had turned from blue to a sickly shade of green, the more the Chiss bucked against his restraints and whipped his head from side to side. Then his little Vong torturer grabbed a red one, advancing on him with both beetles in her clawed mitts. The young crime boss's fear of the insects was racheted up to crisis-levels now and he merely let out a long keening whine. Then, as helpless as a kitten, he could only watch in slow motion as Samantha dropped one of the beetles into his leg wound and cauterized it, trapping the insect inside.

The feeling of the creature scraping against his raw nerve endings was agonizing. "NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO! GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT!" he screamed as his fingers clawed at the chair's armrests. "SAMANTHA PLEASE! JUST BLOODY TAKE THAT KARKING BUG OUT OF MY LEG!" His speech punctuated by ragged sobs, Cryax continued to beg and plead with the Vong child, his red eyes staring imploringly into her black beady ones. "I swear I don't know Raven account numbers and passwords, " he lied. "And I can't tell you what I don't know, but I can tell you things. Things that might be useful. Things about different groups. The Hutts. The Black Sun. Even the Republic. You want information on a faction? I can get it! Any faction, you name it. I'm one of the best slicers in the galaxy, and there is nothing I can't find out..." Here he continued breathlessly until he could no longer form coherent words, his appeals devolving into jumbled muttering. The beleaguered Chiss let out another ragged scream as he keenly felt the beetle gnawing through his muscle, trying to emerge from his flesh. "Please Samantha. Get. Dredge." Here he wheezed. "Tell him I'm ready to talk."

[member="Dredge"]

 

[Dredge]

[member="Cryax Bane"]

Samantha sat back and watched Wretch writhe and struggle in copious amounts of pain. She just smiled and waited until his will broke and said he was ready to talk to Dredge. "You want to talk to Lord Dredge? That's what you want?" The little girl gave him a soft giggle and shook her head "I'm afraid I can't do that Wretch, I was instructed to return you to him when I got something tangible. And info on those factions are not tangible." Setting the flame beetle down she smiled and grabbed two more thick silver dollar sized beetles and walked over to Wretch.

"And I have to punish you silly, you've been using your I's and mes when I told you not to. Remember it's just Wretch now." Taking the two beetles she shoved them both into Cryax's other fresh wound and repeating the process burned the wound shut to let the beetles run wild in his flesh. "Better start remembering something wretch. Then you can go see Lord Dredge." The little girl pulled up her own chair to sit back and watch the show some more. "Give me something useful and I'll take them out!" She said in a very musical tone

 

[Cryax Bane]

As much as he wanted his torture to end, Cryax still couldn’t betray the Red Ravens. The organization was his livelihood and his life, and not only that. Its ranks were made up of everyone he held dear. The thought that any information he blabbed would cause Dredge to pay any of his friends or worse, his boyfriend a visit, filled him with cold dread. With that in mind, the Chiss crime boss's loyalty continue to be unwavering even if it killed him. “I, uh....I mean Wretch has no information to give. You have to believe me...um...I mean, Wretch. You have to believe Wretch. Get Dredge for Wretch. Wretch has useful information. Much more useful than passwords and account numbers. Priceless information."

From the abject pain of the beetles crawling around in both legs, burrowing through his flesh, Cryax let out another long shriek that echoed through the prison. Then he started slipping in and out of consciousness. His eyelids fluttered as the room swam before his eyes. His speech was faltering.

Can’t...tell...you. Dredge only…Get Dredge...”

And he fell unconscious in his chair.

[member="Dredge"]

 

[Dredge]

[member="Cryax Bane"]

Samantha watched the dirty wretch scream and shortly pass into the black of unconsciousness. She set down her flame beetle and smiled rubbing at Cryax's blood matted black hair. "Poor child. All tuckered out." She continued to gently run her hand through his hair like a caring mother would. "We will take you to Lord Dredge." The child removed the knives stuck in his legs and squashed the beetles beneath the skin. They would over time fester and cause infection, if Cryax made it out of here he would have the fun time of dealing with that. The little girl sighed and moved back collecting her tools and other various forms of torture items. Packing them in her large basket the blood stained Vong left the room and allowed the two Graug to take him out of the chair and drag him by his arms towards the throne room.

Following behind him Samantha kept up a steady pace until the little girl was with the Graug in the throne room. When the chiss awoke he would see the horror of the room once more. Yuuzhan Vong had slaves strung upside down gutting them and bleeding their bodies into various buckets and bowls for sacrifices. The ones drained were tossed to the Graug who were ravaging their corpses and eating their flesh. At the top sat Dredge gently petting the muzzle of his Ragna Dragon Nocturna. "Wake him." Samantha nodded and reached forward producing a tazer to shock Cryax awake. She knelt down and pressed the stream of electricity against the back of his neck and the shock would hopefully bring him back to the land of the awake and semi aware

 

[Cryax Bane]

A sharp shock to the neck awoke Cryax with a start and a sharp cry, the pain almost a paltry tickle compared to the anguish that was now a constant for him. His severed leg made it impossible for him to stand, so the Chiss rolled over on his side and slowly rose up into a sitting position on the floor. As he eyed the throne room, Cryax was surprised at how accustomed he was to the horrors going on around him. It was almost funny how a sight that would have previously shocked him into retching was now simple background scenery. But not really.

After being trapped in a tiny cell with Samantha and her beetles, the Chiss found himself ironically relieved to see Dredge. With a weary sigh, he gave the Vong overlord a weak smirk. "Missed me, huh Dredge?"

[member="Dredge"]

 

[Dredge]

[member="Cryax Bane"]

Samantha looked up at lord Dredge with pleading eyes, dredge simply waved a hand and allowed what was going to come next. Samantha whistled and two very large Graug rose up from ripping a corpse limb from limb with their jagged fangs. With fresh hot meat still dripping from their fangs the Graug shot over to Cryax and in a flash pinned him down in a moment of blood and fury. "Wretch what did I say?" The little Vong girl said skipping around to look down on Cryax. "Your name is Wretch. Let's illustrate that since you don't understand." The little girl smiled and mounted the Chiss' chest, the Graug still pinning him to the ground. The Vong child ripped the front of Cryax's t shirt open with her sharp nails and smiled.

"Let's teach Wretch how to spell." Holding out a hand, one of the Graug that carried him in produced a knife and gave it to the girl that sat on Cryax's abs. "W" she said bringing the knife down on Wretch's left pectoral. She punctured the knife about an inch and a half deep and began to rip flesh in the shape of a W. "R" she said ripping an R into his flesh. "E" she said and produced the letter on his chest. "T" cutting a littler deeper this time the girl giggled and spoke "C" still cutting deep she drug the knife to curve the letter "and last but not least. H!" She giggled again and tore the blade from Cryax's chest to reveal in all capital letters across his left pectoral and partially the center of his chest WRETCH. The little girl began frantically stabbing Cryax in the left shoulder screaming aloud "LEARN YOUR NAME WRETCH!!" After a good two or three stabs she pulled the knife out and walked back to her position by the other Graug. The Graug pinning him down let go and Dredge spoke. "Speak Wretch." He said in a commanding tone

 

[Cryax Bane]

After acting as the carving board for a twisted little Yuzhan Vong girl, it took a while before Cryax could speak, especially because his voice was once again hoarse from so much screaming. Once Samantha had finished with her fun little art project, Cryax lay sprawled on the ground, his chest rising and falling, his hands on his face. He was bloodied, dirtied with caked on blood, and his the wounds on his back had started to fester with pus. When Dredge ordered him to speak, he couldn't even raise himself up to face the demon. His eyes closed, his face still buried in his hands, the Chiss spoke in a low, monotone voice.

"Wretch has information that might be useful to you. Wretch can help you find people. Important people. Here's the proposal. You let me go, and Wretch will help you find them."

[member="Dredge"]

 

[Dredge]

[member="Cryax Bane"]

Dredge sat back in his chair and chuckled rather evilly. "And what pray tell what is this information Wretch?" Dredge sat back in his throne petting his dragon's muzzle, enjoying wretch struggle and break. Perhaps he would not betray his allies to save his own skin, and perhaps he would not give in to the torture. But Dredge was a very patient individual, he could stand the test of time. "Here's what's going to happen Wretch, you are going to tell me the information you have. Then I'm going to go down there and take your other leg. You said, let me go." Emphasizing the word Me in his sentence dredge chuckled once more. "It appears the child's lesson was not enough. If you fail to provide me with usable information I will nail you to the cross and throw you out the air lock for your friends to find."

Dredge gave the dragon one last little pet and smiled letting it rise up above the throne. Dredge leaned forward and took the massive sith sword from his back and spoke one last time. "Now is there anything you want to say before I take your leg?" Dredge said while running the tips of his armored fingers down the sharp bone of the blade.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Kark, Cryax cursed to himself. He forgot to use the word "Wretch." Dredge really didn't miss a beat did he, Cryax mused darkly. He sighed, still unable to fully lift himself from his prone position on the throne room floor. He lifted himself up on his elbows to address the Vong overlord and spoke slowly, making sure was careful not to use any forbidden pronouns. "It's not the information that Wretch has, it's the information Wretch can get. Wretch's position of power will allow him to get you anyone in the galaxy. Leaders, kings, crime bosses, Jedi. Wretch will be your thrall and will pull strings to get you a meeting with very important people." The Chiss swallowed audibly and continued, his ribs aching every time he took a breath. "Some of them are even hunting Wretch as we speak, and when they find Wretch, Wretch will lead them right to you."

Cryax held onto the dimmest of hopes that Dredge would find this information useful, as it was the last ace he had up his sleeve. As he lay there before his tormentor in abject pain and misery, the Chiss imagined the consequences for giving the creature useless information would be much worse than death.

[member="Dredge"]

 

[Dredge]

[member="Cryax Bane"]

Dredge smiled and got ready to kill the little wretch. But then an idea hit him, in his mind he had killed [member="Strider Garon"]. But he had left the job half done due to a sword stabbing him in his chest that really really hurt. Dredge thought to himself about the other man from that day [member="Preliat Mantis"]. The man who had evaded every bounty he had set for him and every encounter they had come across. He had to die and it had to be at his hands. Dredge sat back in his chair and smiled again "There is a mandorian field marshal by the name of Preliat Mantis, I want to know where he lives. I want to know who the woman from the collectors monitors on Vorzyd was. I assume it's his mate. I want to know everything. Do this for me, trade their lives and the lives of his children for your own. And I will set you free once the information is mine." Dredge stood from his chair and chuckled clutching the sith sword at his right.

"After I take your leg I'm going to give you six hours to give me everything you can. On him or any other Mandolorian related to him or friends with him. Their screams will bring him to me, and when they do I'm going to kill him, his queen, his children, and his friends." Dredge reached Cryax on the ground and looked down at him smiling still "Do these terms please you?" He said looking down at him with red beady eyes

 

[Cryax Bane]

At Dredge's request, Cryax started to laugh, at first a titter and then it slowly became a manic giggling. Laughing so hard he couldn't breathe, Cryax held his aching ribs. "If all you needed was information about Mandalorians, we could have just skipped this entire torture thing altogether." The epic irony of the situation would have been a whole lot funnier if his body weren't utterly mutilated, he mused sadly. Cryax knew some top level Mandos alright, but unfortunately the name Preliat Mantis didn't ring a bell. No matter. He had a team of slicers and infochants at his disposal. If there was one thing he could do well, it was find information that some went to great lengths to hide.

Then staring up at Dredge with a glare in his glowing red eyes, Cryax growled. "No, those terms don't karking please Wretch. Six fething hours? Wretch needs more time than that." The Chiss sighed lay and arm over his face, his eyes squeezed shut in frustration. "I...Wretch needs at least three weeks. Three weeks to get you some karking Mandos. How do you want Wretch to get you the information?"

[member="Dredge"]

 

[Dredge]

[member="Cryax Bane"]

Dredge walked over to Cryax's side and pulled the sword back above his head, he gave out a war cry in his native language and brought the flaming sword. Slicing Cryax's other leg off at the center of the thigh burning it closed he put the massive blade on his back and smiled at Cryax. "Three weeks then, you are a reasonable negotiator Wretch." Dredge chuckled evilly and began to walk back to his throne. "Start with a dead man named Strider Garon, Preliat will have no doubt taken his place. I will end his life like that of his friend." Dredge reached back and with a bit of hard concentration he used the force to throw Cryax's severed leg into the crowd of Graug.

The Graug were about to pounce on it until the massive dragon Nocturna brought down her massive muzzle to eat and devote the leg whole. Once dredge reached his seat he sat back comfortably and looked at Cryax, "Three weeks." He said with amusement in his voice. "Three weeks and vengeance will be mine."

 

[Cryax Bane]

The Chiss emitted another howl of pain as the white hot pain seared through his nerve endings, and his other leg was taken mercilessly from him. He could barely hear Dredge's words over his own ragged sobs, but then he heard a name that sounded familiar. "Wait. Strider Garon," croaked the Chiss. "That Mando is not dead. Wretch thinks Garon fought against the Red Ravens on Barab I. At least that's what sources told Wretch when we did a postmortem assessment of the attack. Wretch could be wrong, but Wretch thinks he was there."

The crime boss winced as his other leg was gobbled up by Dredge's dragon pet, but he didn't give it too much of a funeral for now that Dredge had agreed to his terms, Cryax almost felt the hope coming back to him. Hope that he'd see his friends and his boyfriend again, and be home safe on Antecedent. The thought of having these hopes dashed was almost too painful to bear so he willed himself to simply become numb again just in case.

"Ok, Dredge. This deal is done. Get me, uh, Wretch the kark out of here already."

[member="Dredge"]

 

[Dredge]

[member="Cryax Bane"]

A cold and unholy fury washed over Dredge, no no no no. He was dead, Strider Garon was dead! Dredge let a small growl, in a moment of focus he knew the chiss wasn't lying. That Strider was indeed alive. He didn't look at the pathetic chiss, he didn't care about him anymore. All that mattered was finding strider Garon and murdering the crap out of him and every last member of his family. Dredge walked back to Cryax and looked down at him. He wanted to roast the little bastard he wanted to roast everything in the room. "You will be taken home child." He knelt down at Cryax and ran a hand through his black and blood matted hair. "I leave you with two things." Dredge gave the little chiss a toothy grin and spoke "When the nightmares become too real, and when the pain becomes too much, find me." Dredge slipped a sequence of numbers into Cryax's pocket and then reared a large fist back to knock him into unconsciousness.

1 day later

When Cryax would awake on the rolling green hills of Via his forearms were lashed and his body was suspended in the air. He was crucified and bound to a cross upon a hill with an emergency becon sticking out of front breast pocket. The note inside his pocket had a random set of numbers on it, it wasn't a comm number but some kind of code. That didn't matter right now, Cryax was free.