Of Him Harpers Sadly Sing

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum found his body reawakening after an unexpected shut down. The metal body showed no signs of damage, though his scanners suggested that he had had a brief electrical overload. And that was that. The droid had been through a similar routine once before. He had been kidnapped before, but that time he had come out with a massive ship from the deal. He bet that it had been some sort of ion weapon or perhaps a proximity emp mine. Whatever it was, he was here now and that more than likely meant he was in danger.

His immediate surroundings were rather dull, he was in a completely closed room, except for the small doorway which was filled with the whitish glow of ray-shields. The room itself was furnished with a basic five by two table. There was a sliding platform intended for sleeping and would be pulled back into the wall when it was time. There were two chairs at the table, the one on the side of the table further from the door had binder like attachments to it.

Ultimatum moved about the rooms for a few minutes before deciding to look out the door, to try and see what there was out there. But he found that a metal plate had been moved to cover the entrance, probably so that the prisoner could not see other prisoners... or know if someone was coming ahead of time. Whoever it was that was holding him prisoner was doing a better job of it than the pirates that had held him the first time. He did not, however, know that the professionalism of the captors was more than even he imagined. Outside each of the cells, set into the walls of the facility in rows, were guarded by two decently armored suppressor troops. Ultimatum's attempts at using his scanners to find what was on the outside were for naught. Even after swiping the annoying restraining bolt off of his body he still could not tell what was outside. He sad down on the platform bed and waited for whatever fate had in store this time.

[member="Ryn'Dhal"] [member="Blacktail"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Blackness.

Well that was new, actively being aware of being unconscious. It was rather alarming actually once she stopped to think about it. How often could one say they were awake while they were asleep?

You're not asleep.

Oh. Well that's good I suppose.

They knocked you out.

Feth me.

Zenva, The Blood Matron of Clan Vrotoa, awoke with a jolt. Panic ran through her veins like liquid fire, sending her senses into overdrive. She rolled to her right out of reflex, landing on her feet in a low crouch. Her hands dipped to her thighs to find that not only were her primary pistols missing but, their holsters were as well. She began to rise, yellow-red eyes sweeping around her even as her hands searched her person for her other weapons. They were all missing. Better still, she was in a box. Feth me, twice.

A room actually, given the presence of the doorway and it's shimmering silver white energy field. Her eyes took in the dismal grey room at a glance. Table. Chair complete with magnetic shackles. That's a little much. Slide out slab for a bed directly behind her. That was about it really. Feth me, thrice over.

Whomever had taken it upon themselves to capture her, alive was a mistake, had stripped her of her blaster pistols, grenades, slug thrower pistols, scatter blaster, Phrik fighting knives and armored trench coat. But they missed one rather important thing. The brown and black leather corset that hugged her torso was actually her body armor. Maybe the one in charge of removing her arsenal had been hesitant to remove what otherwise appeared to be her clothing. Maybe they just didn't care. Please have been concerned for my modesty, she thought wearily.

With not else to do beyond sit and contemplate her predicament, she lowered herself back onto the slide out bed and crossed her legs at the knee. "Well this is charming and all but...get on with it!" She shouted, regardless of who could hear her.

[member="Ryn'Dhal"] [member="Blacktail"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Darth Erebos"]

 

[Shaddi]

Pain... painful and uncomfortable. Those were the feelings he awoke with as he opened his eyes but his vision was fuzzy, how was that possible his eyes were the force? Then he looked around and understood why, he was strapped to a wall with stun cuffs. No wonder he felt his mind was a mess he had such a hard time concentrating that even things that came naturally like seeing with the force were difficult to do.
He tried to think back to what had led to his capture but all he got was a fuzzy image of an exploding Escape pod, falling and then having his face hit with a tree branch in the fall. How did he survive the fall again? Ah the memory was as good as gone in the state his mind was thanks to these shock cuffs. With a strong jerk against the cuffs he tried to see how well he was restrained and getting a full shock in return showed that whoever was holding him knew how to hold a force user.
Hearing a shout from down the hall gave him the idea that he wasn't alone. Well no matter if he'd need them to survive this then so be it. But as he thought on this he realized that all he was wearing as the lower part of his robe, his chest was exposed. The force field hummed at the exit to the cell and then he saw that the only thing in his cell was a single chair that was placed facing him in the middle of the cell. 'Who ever is going to sit there will find me to be not some normal force user' He angrily thought as he managed through sheer force of will to concentrate just enough to move the chair a few inches back, while he didn't move at all.

[member="Zenva Vrotoa"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Blacktail"] [member="Ryn'Dhal"]

 

[Blacktail]

Glowing, silver auras faintly spilled over the walls of a holding cell as her opened her eyes—slowly. A black haze slowly faded from her mind as she came back to consciousness. Fira could feel a heavy weight hang around her neck—a collar, perhaps—and the thick cuffs that bound her hands together before her. She was bound by them to the floor via an energy tether, and could feel the dank, chilling humidity of such a facility coagulate on her now-bare skin. They had taken her body suit and left her with a much more humiliating piece. Then she remembered... you're going to make a very expensive slave, and us rich men, they said, in whatever vile alien language they natively spoke. The poor fools had never seen a Mnenchei before, and in their favor they were extremely rare sights anywhere outside of the tail-end of the Unknown beyond the sparingly known Ri'essi sector. There were no weapons on her and no furniture in her room to be used as potential tools and weapons. Even her face was covered in a thick plasteel muzzle to keep her from gnawing at her binds with scalpel-like canines... or at her captors. At least so far as she could tell, she wasn't violated in any way save perhaps felt up—not that even the grimiest of slavers and pirates would be foolish enough to turn brand new exotic merchandise used and depreciate its value. The aspiring smuggler was captured and awaiting to be sold in some shady exchange; how fitting.

The voice of a woman from down the hall broke her patient concentration. "Well this is charming and all but... get on with it!" Fira began to utter a laugh, slowly escalating into a loud and almost maniacal chuckle, cut short by a deep, drawn out sigh.

"Trapped here like an ulik too, hmm... I hope you had the good fortune of at least keeping your clothes, yes?" she retorted.

[member="Darth Erebos"], [member="Zenva Vrotoa"], [member="Ultimatum"]​

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

"Well this is charming and all but... get on with it!"

"Trapped here like an ulik too, hmm... I hope you had the good fortune of at least keeping your clothes, yes?"​

Slowly, consciousness returned. Bound, and stripped bare, the genetic anomaly that was Ryn'Dhal was, unknowingly, restrained in a very similar fashion to the Sith Lord down the hall. The Knight shook his head slightly, finding his neck was also secured to the wall. As the haze started to fade, a throbbing ache reached his cognition, realization of a slightly swollen eye-socket. Assaulted it seems. Trying to piece the puzzle together, it was a dawning realization that what woke him were voices, both feminine in nature, from outside the domicile he was restrained in. So I am not alone in this plight.... Then he remembered, vaguely, he was aiding a friend, when they attracted the wrong kind of attention. Seemed more than slightly familiar. Except, he wasn't sure which friend it was.

Escape. They needed to escape. Being strapped to the wall, wearing little more than a scrap of cloth about his nethers, Ryn'Dhal was certain their captors had buyers in mind for the furred knight. Like hells will I be someones pet again.... He thought, ears folding flush to scalp, and eyes narrowing dangerously, as he glared at the entrance to his cell. It was open.... which only lead Ryn to believe it was an energy field. It made sense. Had it been simple durasteel, his other half would have easily made short work of it.... But, patience. Someone was likely to enter to visit with their guest before long.... He'd change then, and let them learn a valuable lesson about his true nature.

Back to the matter at hand though.... Which friend was confined in here with him.... He could only think of one off the top of his head, having found himself similarly confined before in the past.... "J-James? You here.... brother?" He'd call out, his voice strained. Apparently they strangled him as well as battered him. Good to know, more justice to dispense....


Too bad for them, he wasn't a good little kitty anymore.

[member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] | [member="Blacktail"] | [member="Darth Erebos"]​

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum had been left alone for what might have felt like hours, but his internal clock stated it was about ten minutes since awakening. He had taken the time to try and reexamine the room, looking for something like a hidden terminal or an emergency switch. However there was nothing to show for his ministrations. It was then that the sheet of metal behind the ray shield door moved. The space in between the two was negligible and the ray shield deactivated a moment later, which would have given him a free run out of the cell had not an obviously heavily armed guard been standing right outside with what appeared to be some sort of combination of ion and repeater weaponry. Whoever it was that had him here, they had known what they were doing.

The guard took a step away from the doorway, his weapon still trained on the droid, as two other organics walked in. The first was feminine in form and had a datapad along with some sophisticated tools on her belt. The second was a considerably less armed male, compared to the one outside, but the heavy ion blaster pistol seemed strong enough to more than likely put Ultimatum out of action for a while. The guard outside hit something to the left of the outside doorway and the ray shield reactivated. Ultimatum was now trapped with two organics. One, the male, was an Iridonian and he seemed there just as protection. The other was much more interesting. He had never seen one of her species before, the skin was covered in what looked at first like scales, instead of hair she had horns that flowed and struck away from the back of the head. Her skin color was almost like that of gold. Her fingers were large claws that seemed to be strong enough to penetrate most rocks, and probably some metals. She pointed to him and then the seat with the restraints.

Ultimatum looked between the two of them for a few seconds, the Iridonian gestured with his pistol to move to the seat a moment later. The droid moved over to the seat and sat down, allowing his arms to rest into the manacles which closed a moment later. "I assume there is a reason for all this." He said as the female alien sat down in the seat across from him.

She spoke and her voice seemed strangely at odds with her appearance. It was a melodious one, she spoke more beautifully than some organics sung, the droid had listened to much music and had found that the more antiquated music was to his preference. "Let us begin with the ground rules. When we come in, you sit down in that chair. Failure in the future to do so will warrant a blast from my friend here. Second, you will not try to break free of the restraints, they are made of reinforced durasteel, stronger than some ships' hulls. When I ask a question, you answer. If you don't, I get to try out some of these tools. Understood?" If Ultimatum had not understood basic he might have mistaken her words for something very kind. It was so strange to here these threats coming from a voice that seemed so at odds.

Ultimatum nodded, it was a few moments later when he heard something. A familiar voice. Was that? [member="Ryn'Dhal"]? The female did not stop looking at him, but the Iridonian turned and somewhat angrily banged on the wall. That must have been some sort of signal to the guard outside. The metal door was pushed closed a moment or two later. So, trying to keep the prisoners relatively unaware of each other. Perhaps to make breaking them easier. Whatever it was, it just got more difficult.

Ultimatum tried to sound innocent as he asked, "Who was that?" His mind was running through his last memories. He found that the last hour or so before the initial knockout had been corrupted, Ultimatum assumed that it was related to some sort of imperfect memory wipe attempted. Well, they had done enough to make it impossible for him to remember what had happened.

"No one of concern. Let us begin. Who are you?"

Ultimatum guessed this was in an attempt to see if he would tell the truth. They would know who they captured, right? "My name is Ultimatum."

"Good," that answered Ultimatum's guess, "now where do you come from?"

"Mustafar, though I am unsure of where originally I was programmed."

"Good, good. That is all for now. We will be back later." She stood. Ultimatum wondered if she was upset that there was no immediate need for discipline. The Iridonian knocked hard on the wall and first the durasteel door slid away and then the ray shield went down. The guard outside stood far enough from the doorway to allow the two organic occupants to exit while still keeping his weapon aimed towards the droid.

It was only once the ray shield was back up that the binders on the seat released. As the metal door was being pushed back into place, Ultimatum yelled out with his audio output at its loudest setting, "Ultimatum here!" The droid hoped that if it was indeed Ryn out there he would hear the call. The metal door slid open quickly and female was there almost immediately. The ray shield deactivated with the guard standing as he was before. She looked quite happy at the turn of events.

"Where I come from, we drag our prey down beneath the surface of the planet. Does not really work here or for you. I was given a number of tools that are said to be very damaging and painful to droids. I was hoping something would happen so soon. In the future you will not call out. Take a seat." Ultimatum stayed still for a moment. Until the ion blaster was once more aimed at him. Then he walked slowly and carefully to the chair and allowed himself to once more be locked in.

The female then walked to his right around the table and pulled out a strange device. There were two connectors that came out of the end, she attached one to his throat and the other to his upper chest. She clicked a few buttons and then the droid could feel the moving of an electrical current through his systems. His were very sensitive and he could feel the damage being done to his vocabulator. It was quite unpleasant. This went on five seconds before she stopped the device and detached it. "There we are. No more yelling for you." They both left quickly and the door was closed more quickly than before.

Once Ultimatum was free of the restraints, he began diagnosing the damage done to the internal systems. He tried to speak, but found that only a very faint voice could be attained. Even then it hurt to speak, his system transferred what came across as pain to him through his body. Unlike an organic it would not heal on its own. He would need to replace it more than likely. He walked over to the flat bed and lay down as he deactivated his vocabulator, that would stop the pain until he needed it again. He wondered who else was here.

[member="Zenva Vrotoa"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Blacktail"]

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The response to her shout was rather immediate and wholly unexpected. Seems I have friends in here after all, she thought, chuckling softly to herself. She called back to the unknown female, "Yeah. I got to keep my stockings, miniskirt and corset. Take your pick sweet meat, I'll gladly share."

Another voices called out in the distance, near inaudible with all the walls between them. One voice boomed through the room beyond the Zabrak's cell, [member="Ultimatum"] here, it called. Zenva rose from her slab once more, crossing to the doorway of her cell. We having roll call or some chit? The Blood Matron stood by her doorway, all but leaning against the glowing energy shield, listening to the faint noises beyond her cell. She should have called back, could have called back, but by the time she had decided to do so, it was too late. The metal door just beyond the energy field popped open with a hiss. A heavily armored soldier of some kind leveled a repeater weapon at the doorway and subsequently her.

"Step away." He said in a firm voice.

The Blood Matron quirked one hairless brow at the soldier. "And if I tell you to go kark yourself?" She retorted, her oddly musical voice carring loudly.

The creature that stepped into the space between the Zabrak and the soldier was unlike anything Zenva was familiar with. Oddly scaled skin covered it's body, her body? It's hands ended in long, cruel claws and bony, sweeping horns decorated it's strange head. The creature was so bizarre to her eyes that Zenva cringed back out of reflex. "Feth. That'll sober you up in the morning."

The bizarre reptilian like creature gave her a look. What kind of look was beyond her but it was safe to assume the creature was unamused. "Please sit in the chair behind you." It, she, said calmly. If Zenva's voice held a naturally musical tone, this strange creature's voice belonged to an angel. A striking contrast to it's, well, freakish appearance.

Zenva brought her expression under control, cold and disinterested by all accounts. "Same question, beautiful."

The creature let out an exasperated sigh, "If you do not willing take your seat, I will seal the door again and fill that chamber with a rather potent tranquilizing gas. You will then be strapped into the chair and we will return once you have recovered your senses."

That gave her pause. She was sorely tempted to tell the creature to go kark itself but a small voice of reason called for caution. She might not get lucky twice and they could realise her corset was lined with Durasteel strike plates. "Well." Came the sharp retort. "Never let it be said that Zenva Vrotoa turned away a visitor."

The Blood Matron moved to the chair that had been provided and sat elegantly, her legs crossing at the knee. The moment she sat, Durasteel cuffs rolled out the the arm rests, catching one of her arms while the other was knocked away painfully. Zenva spat a curse and struggled in vain to free her arm. The creature entered the cell, a Zabrak bodyguard trailing behind her. They ignored Zenva's struggling as the creature came to stand before her. "Let us begin with the ground rules. When we come in, you sit down in that chair. Failure to comply will result in your immediate tranquilization. When I ask a question, you answer. If you don't, things will become unpleasant for you. Understood?"

Zenva flashed a cruel smile as she abandoned her attempt to free her arm. "Oh, I understand." She replied coldly.

"Good. Now. What is your proper name?"

Zenva quirked a brow once more. "I've already told you that dear."

The creature gave her that same look again. It withdrew a small prod from the tool belt at it's waist and simply lend forward to touch one end to Zenva's thigh. A painful surge of electricity coursed through her body as muscles jerked and spasmed. "Your name?"

"Zenva Vrotoa. I already told you that you psychotic little bi..." A second jolt of energy interrupted her.

"Your crass language will not be tolerated. Now. Where are you from?" The creature asked, it's voice just as heavenly and calm as it had been all the while.

"Iridonia." Came Zenva's answer through clenched teeth.

The creature turned away and made to leave the room. "Good. That is all for now. We will be back later."

Zenva forced herself to remain quiet as the creature and her guard left. That thing. That thing gets choked the feth to death before I leave this place.

[member="Ryn'Dhal"] [member="Blacktail"] [member="Darth Erebos"]

 

[Shaddi]

A voice echoed out in what Erebos felt was akin to begging before a booming voice made him jerk in his restraints, struggling to get out of the stun cuffs as he at first thought it was a shout of pain. Even though the struggling was inevitably in vain and ended in shocking him, he did realize one thing, these stun cuffs were magnetized to the wall, which meant that each cuff had it's own power source. After the booming voice, a droids voice it seemed after he gave it some thought, was done all he heard from the outside was the snapping of opening and closing doors. There was silence for a good while, he could hear some very faint conversational talking when he focused as best he could on his hearing but that was about the only sound besides the constant crackling of electricity coming from the stun cuffs to befuddle his mind.

Then as he was about to meditate to at least try and get passed the foggy sensation in his mind when he spotted the approaching individuals through the wall. Stopping at the ray shielded entry to his cell was a heavily armed man that leaned on a heavy repeater. 'Must think I can't do anything like this...' Erebos thought before he saw the other two, an Iridonian, a species he had noticed was very numerous among the sith and... something else. With no clue as to what the female was, and he was judging that on the way she walked, then she spoke and he was about as dumbfounded as he could be.
"Let us begin with the ground rules. When we come in, you stay still and listen. Failure to comply will result in your immediate tranquilization and drugging. When I ask a question, you answer. If you don't, things will become unpleasant for you. Understood?" That voice oddly reminded him of a mother voice even though he had never heard his own mothers voice but after the initial shock of this things voice he raised himself up as best he could in the restraints. "Release me and you might be spared." He said in a cold voice that he had found sent shivers down the spines of acolytes, to his annoyance it didn't faze this thing.

With a light press of a button on her datapad a surge of electricity ran through him, the pain becoming too much so he screamed out. At the moment of his scream she turned it off, it seemed she wanted him quiet. "What is your name?" She then simply asked and Erebos began to find her voice no longer angelic but crating and annoying. "Darth Erebos." He replied and was shocked again in the same manner for it. "What is your given name, not your sith name." She then stated bluntly. "T'z-ha-T'zanith Zebron." He panted as he got his breath back from screaming in pain, he used it to fuel himself to gain the strength he'd need to survive this.
"Good now what species are you?" She then asked, which surprised him a little. "Can't you tell?" He replied and as he saw the clawed finger come close to shocking him again he tensed his muscles in preparation but it never came. "No as a mater of fact we can't." "I'm a miralukan." He replied as he had been raised as one, nothing of his mothers race or heritage had been told to him growing up and now that his father was dead he might never know. "You aren't, for one thing you have eyes and a glaring dissimilarity in your ear structure as well." She explained but the dumbfound look on T'zaniths face seemed to tell her everything. "I'm a hybrid?" He faintly muttered.
"Where are you from?" She then asked, T'zanith lowered his head as the realization swam into his mind. "Harridan." He replied and then winced as she had took a blood sampler from her tool kit and drew blood from him with it, then without another word she just left the cell.

With anger bordering on fury at this schutta thinking she could tell that to him, to give him something about himself like that and then cage him like some pet or animal. It was enough and he drew in a sharp breath and let out a force bellow at the same time as he let out a small force repulse, what it did was but slight dents into the cell's walls and the guard outside had to take a step back as the scream hit him but as he trained the repeater on T'zanith he stopped at the command of the female. With a clawed finger she pressed another button and something was injected into his arm from one of the stun cuffs, immediately his head swam. A drug designed to mess with concentration and focus, perfect for holding a force user.

[member="Zenva Vrotoa"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Ryn'Dhal"] [member="Blacktail"]

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

Screams, pain, and confusion. These were sounds and sensations Ryn could feel from beyond the energy-field that 'sealed' him in. Pinned to the wall by those magnetic bonds, Ryn formulated a plan. A simple plan. But one that had seen him free of many other facilities akin to this one. Prisons. Call it what you will, that is what this was. A prison.

Testing the strength of the magnets gingerly, his connection to the Force limited by the material in their construction, he knew of only one route he could take, especially if his friend Ultimatum was in danger. The field temporarily deactivated, as two individuals entered. One, an Iridonian, and the other, of a species Ryn was unfamiliar with. His golden eyes narrowed, as ears folded back, obvious signs of aggression towards the two, which caused the male, the Iridonian, to tense slightly. "At ease, he's restrained." The females musical voice commanded of her male counter-part. Turning to Ryn, she would continue, addressing him. "I am going to ask you a few questions, and you are going to answer. Be truthful, and this will be a painless process." Her fingers danced idly on the shock-prod she carried.

"Firstly, what is your name." This question was met by a stern glare. She prepared to prod him, as his lips curled into a snarl. "Ryn'Dhal." Receiving the response she sought, the prod was held at bay. "Second question, what species are you?" Ryn's tail would flick idly, obvious agitation in the small, simple motion. "You were not aware of my nature when you captured me? Neither was I fo-" His exposition was cut short by the wracking pain of electricity tearing through his body. "Answer.... The question....."

Panting, the feline-humanoid grinned, and began to laugh. A deceptively deep, resonating, booming laugh. "You ask me what I am!? I'll do you one better! I'll show you!" He roared, as the change began. Unfortunately for the captors, the transformation was swifter than they could have accounted for. Had he not had the genetic abnormalities, exceedingly rare for his kind, they would have known him to be Felacatian, and could have been prepared accordingly. But with key genetic markers corrupted by his 'mutation', this was the least expected outcome. His mass grew exponentially, almost as if he erupted from his own skin. The speed and the violence of the change ripped the magnetic bonds off of the wall, causing the massive beast to fall on all fours before the two.

This all happened over the course of only a few seconds. A horrendously huge paw lashed out, slamming the Iridonian against the wall, the males form slumping into a pile upon the ground. The reptilian woman lashed out with her prod, terror rich in her scent, especially when those powerful, durasteel-shredding jaws took said prod from her hand, snapping it in two. She turned towards the door, running, as the guard aimed his rifle to fire upon the massive beast, fear evident in his eyes. Woman would be screaming as she made it into the doorway, as the beast bore down upon her form behind. A satisfying snap of her leg under his weight, while his fangs made short work of the armed guards neck, a fountain of blood painting the wall, the woman, and the beast.

Turning on the woman, the beast snarled. "Keys.... Now.... or your life...." The monster growled his demand, as the terror stricken reptilian humanoid relinquished her key-card. He'd shift back into his humanoid form, taking the key, and also stock of his environment. His cell was near the end of a corridor, a dead-end and one other cell beyond his own. The other direction he saw many doors, and what looked to have been the back-end of a retreating guard, likely seeking reinforcements. Ryn ran a few doors down guessing the first was the male voice he heard crying in pain moments earlier, the second door from his own being the female voice he heard cry out, and logically the third door would prove to have his friend held within.

Running the card, the door would open, revealing the nude feline-humanoid standing before his Droid-like friend. "It is good to see you are alright. No time for pleasantries, take this and release the others. I have no compulsion of being someones pet project. The reptile lady is injured down the hall. I'll hold off the guards while you release the others." And, without giving Ultimatum any chance to interject any potential objection, the young Jedi would have turned, leaping away as his body shifted into the massive, destructive monster that made this escape possible.

[member="Darth Erebos"] | [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Blacktail"]​

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum had not heard anything after the door had closed. He guessed that Ryn was here. He hoped so, there was only so much that he could accomplish himself and these people knew enough about him to be prepared for most of his abilities. Having extracted the vocabulator from its place in the throat area, the droid had begun disassembling and trying to find the parts that would require replacing. The sudden sound and shake of the room surprised him enough that he looked up from the delicate work. After the noise he turned back to the machine and pulled some of the parts out. There it was, a piece was burned from the electricity traveling through the component.

The droid moved the pieces around, setting the vocabulator to work, even if it was at risk of being burned by a power surge. He would have be to careful with it, keep the output within reasonable levels. He reattached the part into his body and turned it on. It took a few moments as he slowly increased the power into the part so that nothing was immediately overwhelmed. He tested it a little, with only static coming out. Well, something else was wrong, but at least it was there. He could make noise, even if it was nothing more than bursts of incomprehensible chatter.

He walked around the room, just keeping his mind moving from subject to subject. It was not long before something broke the monotony. The sound of blaster fire and a large ground quake after that. It had not been natural in origin, the quake that is, the sensors showed that the transfer of energy had to have come from a nearby cell. He berated himself for assuming that there were more cells, it was possible that he was alone here, perhaps it was some sort of concussion weapon. And that all of the noises he had heard before were an illusion. But then again the suddenness of it was not in the favor of that idea. He turned to the doorway, right as it opened to allow the somewhat silhouetted form of [member="Ryn'Dhal"] appear. Ultimatum was glad to see a friendly face here. The key card was soon in his possession and he moved out of the cell.

When outside he was surprised to see more cells. He ran quickly to the closest cell and slid the card. Before the door opened Ultimatum saw a datapad beside each of the cells, the one in front of him contained information about the person inside, apparently a being by the name of [member="Zenva Vrotoa"]. The name did not ring any bells, but the planet did. These must have basic information on the person held within the cell, or perhaps these ones had been interrogated and the information handed over was written down. But then how would they have known if the person was lying if they had not already known the names? How did they manage to find them anyways? And why were they targeting these people? Questions that were important, but Ultimatum could not answer. The door opened and Ultimatum stepped in, making a quick scan of the room. He saw the person, and waved for her to follow as he moved onto the next cell.

As he walked to the cell he thought about potential weapons, his systems told him that he had been relieved of his pistol, the one concealed inside of his arm. That showed once more that whoever these people were, they had a disturbing about of information on him. Either they had a recording of a fight he had been in and footage of the location of the weapon, a scanner that could detect the blaster in among all the electrical equipment that surrounded it, or they had had access to the blueprints for his body. The third of these was the most disturbing to think about. Such information was supposed to be impossible to obtain without his knowledge, but he did not trust the simple possibility. Blast it all.

The next cell contained a being, [member="Darth Erebos"], brilliant they had a Sith too. Well that cut down on the number of potential enemies. Couldn't be the Sith, couldn't be the Jedi, the Republic didn't usually do this sort of thing, what did that leave? Well he had to ask what people knew him and thought of him as a potential enemy. There were not many that came to mind. Perhaps a rogue group? Maybe, but what? Too many questions. He turned his attention to the doorway as he slid the card. He ripped the datapad off the wall, apparently it had been attached to a power supply, probably so that roving guards could see the name of a person causing trouble. Whatever the reason, the datapads still had their batteries, which he hoped would allow him to use it. He moved information around until he had an area where he could add words. The droid plugged the device into his systems and began mentally inputting data. The first of which was a message, "Come on, we're leaving." He held it up for the person inside the cell to read and then moved to show the person from the other cell. At least now he could communicate in a more immediate manner than trying to use his hands.

There were still at least two cells to go through, one in the immediate area and then the one Ryn had escaped from. There were likely weapons in there that could be used. Ultimatum did not intend on going headfirst into an enemy base without some form of weapon to protect himself with.

[member="Blacktail"]

 

[Shaddi]

He could feel something going on outside his cell, the commotion cut through his drug addled mind. 'So there were others..' He thought as the drug had messed his mind so much that he was swimming in his memories of the past but having used what little focus he had left in the use of curato salva had begun to lower the effect slowly. With almost overexertion of his will, he cut through the fog in his mind and was just in time to see [member="Ultimatum"] open his cell and show something on a pad in his hand but he couldn't read it, he could wager a guess though. It took some time after the doors were opened but the cuffs on his arms and legs opened and he fell down onto the floor.

With a cough he got up but almost fell forwards right after standing up before he managed to hold his hand against the wall for support. Slowly making his way out of the cell he looked around and saw the droid going around and then there was also another there, [member="Zenva Vrotoa"], but he didn't know her. "Chit.." He exhaled as he looked around once more as he noticed the woman, that infernal woman responsible for all of this. She was trying to crawl away from all of them to get away before they noticed them, but with a broken leg that was harder to do. Her fear became palpable as he made his way towards her a little faster than she crawled so that he soon caught up to her.

Grabbing the back of her collar he janked back and the woman was forced onto her back while violently coughing to get her breath back. "How did you capture me?! How did you know were I was?! Who the hell are you?!" Erebos began to shout at her as he gripped the clothes in front of the womans chest and held her halfway up from the ground with one hand while the other held against the wall. His anger and rage had been used to empower his use of curato salva and the drug was now half way out of his system which allowed him to focus more and move a little better than before.

[member="Ryn'Dhal"] [member="Blacktail"]

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The door opened and once more Zenva stood in the doorway waiting. To her surprise a sizable droid stood before her. The moment the droid motioned her to follow and stepped away she was out of her cell, quickly taking stock of her new surroundings. It was somewhat confusing, the scene before her was far from what she had expected to find. She zeroed in on a weapon and moved to collect the blaster. Her hands danced across the weapon checking it without so much as looking at it a second time. The droid continued to open doors, a man stumbling out of another cell and soon was assaulting the female that had captured the lot of them it seemed.

The Blood Matron moved to stand near the blind man and their tormentor. "Brother, we don't have time for this. We need to move quickly if we are to escape." To emphasise her point she placed the barrel of the confiscated blaster to the back of the female's head and pulled the trigger. "Let's move. Before they can organize suppression teams."

She spared a glance for the large droid, "You coming tin man?" She wasted no more time, simply turning away to follow after the beast chasing a fleeing guard.

[member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Ryn'Dhal"] [member="Blacktail"]

 

[Ultimatum]

Blast the two others were overacting. They had not taken the time to consider the circumstances. Especially [member="Zenva Vrotoa"], killing would not give the answer he sought. Of course, they were somewhat justified, it must have been rather painful for them. If they had been treated the same way as him it made sense. But he needed her, he needed the information she had. Now that was gone. Not entirely, he walked over to the body and picked it up. He held the datapad up for [member="Darth Erebos"] to see, "I'll take her, we need to go. I can try to find information on a computer if we come across one."

At least [member="Ryn'Dhal"] had had the sense to hold from killing the one that had all the knowledge they needed. Though to be fair, that could have been unintentional. Ultimatum had seen his friend in that form before, it was one where he had difficulty controlling himself. Thus Ultimatum was sure that there would be a much more bloody sight later on. As it was, it had been fortunate that the woman had made it out relatively in one piece.

He wanted out of here, but first he wanted to find out who had done this. It was important to find out as much as possible about this facility before destroying it entirely. He would have the Sovereignty blast this place into oblivion once he had a better idea of where they were. He motioned for Erebos to follow as he ran after Ryn. It was time to move and quickly at that. He wished he could communicate more effectively, but until he got a new vocabulator his voice was out of commission. He could probably break into the intercom system and use that, but it would some form of terminal. Then again, if they found an armory with earpiece communication devices he could break into one of those and talk through it.

He held out the datapad to Erebos again, "The name's Ultimatum, what's yours?"

[member="Blacktail"]

 

[Shaddi]

"I am not your brother! She had answers for me! I needed to know how she knew so much about me!" He shouted at [member="Zenva Vrotoa"], He said with an angry look at her though his blindfold made his angry scowl not as prominent as it would otherwise. "Who are you to deny me those very answers!" He then growled as he put his hand on the woman's chest and it caved in causing her corpse to cough up blood. He seemd like he was about to attack Zenva before he suddenly breathed in and became as calm as the grave itself, as if his outburst had been a moment of madness or a rare glimpse of any emotion at all from the sith lord.

When the datapad was once more presented to him he sighed and placed his hand on it to saturate it with force energy so he could see it. "Darth Erebos." He then replied as he stood up and clenched his fists and fire was brought to life around him which he then directed into a ball of condensed plasma above his raised hand. As the guards came pouring out of the door behind them, most likely the last ones left in the prison section of the compound. Their lives were snuffed out in screaming agony as the ball shot towards them and blew into a series of plasma snakes that burned through them before disappearing into thin air as if they never existed.

"Let's go find that overzealous friend of your's droid. I wish to leave this place so I can come back and eradicated it from existence." He said his calm voice edged in ice as he began to walk forwards to where [member="Ryn'Dhal"] had run off to slaughter the guards. He hadn't even tried to get a weapon for himself as to him he was going to be like a hurricane of power through this damnable place.

[member="Blacktail"]

 

[Ultimatum]

Why? Why were organics so impulsive? Cybernetics could have salvaged what remained of the before, a crushed rib cage though would require more intensive care. Ultimatum was not ready to fully give up on whatever this creature was, there was a chance that she could have survived, or more importantly that the organic identification could be used to access files somewhere in the facility. The droid wished that [member="Darth Erebos"], as he would learn the name of the organic was, had been more controlled to begin with rather than taking it out on the dead, or incapacitated, immediately. Evidently while he did not show the emotions, he must have still felt it for that line he spoke next. Ultimatum wondered if the organics had thought of the fact that information could still be garnered from this place before destruction was even considered a plausible course of action.

Ultimatum shook his head and put information into the datapad, "Let's find him. But don't destroy this place. It could give us answers." He made sure that his grip was tight on the limp body of his late torturer, he did not want to leave it behind. If for no other reason than it was a species he had never seen before. He once more cursed the organics for their lack of foresight. Not just Erebos, but [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] too had acted hastily. Now they were at the whim of their enemies with no knowledge of their surroundings. Unless he could get himself to a computer terminal it was unlikely that they would have any idea of where they were going or what they were in.

He stopped himself from griping any further to himself, the organics had acted according to their own possibly logical decisions. That did not justify the action each had taken, but it kept it in something of perspective. He continued walking, hoping that [member="Ryn'Dhal"] was doing better than he was himself at the moment. Then again, the droid had not been shot at, probably Ryn was dealing with blaster fire and other such dangers. All Ultimatum wanted was to find out who had started this and why, as well as to get out of here.

[member="Blacktail"]

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

Footsteps approached. The great beast turned to face it. His murder spree had been quick, and gruesome. Standing over a collection of corpses, all armed guards, the beast would be in clear view of his friend, [member=Ultimatum], and the others he freed from their cells. Fresh gore clung to the fur around his maw, as breath came in pants. Violence was not for the weak, that much was for sure. A heavy shake of that massive head, as if clearing his mind momentarily, and the beast rocked back into a seated position. Feral eyes sharpened back to show intelligence, the immediate threat dissipated. "Guard..... post....." The beast labored to state, before shifting his proud gaze towards a door, which one could easily assume the formerly living guards had originally poured out from.

"Maybe.... info?" The beast pondered, gazing back towards the others. He knew not if Ultimatum would be able to get what he needed from any computer terminals within, but regardless, the beast, in his current state, was far ill suited for information processing. He'd rise slightly as they approached, his gaze falling upon the blind one. "Weapons.... near.... Feel...." He rumbled, before turning away from the group, heading towards a opening at the farther end of what seemed to be a cafeteria/lunch room, or meeting center..... hard to really tell through the violence and wreckage. Taking a sentry position, he waited, ears keenly shifting about, seeking out signs of approach. None would come for many minutes, as likely the guards were seeking to become better prepared for the next encounter.

"Not like.... being here.... This place.... bad...."


[member="Darth Erebos"] | [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] | [member=Blacktail]

 

[Shaddi]

Walked passed [member="Ryn'Dhal"] after hearing of the weapons and focused his sight even more as he entered the guard post. "He's right our weapons are here." He then shouted out for the others, letting [member="Ultimatum"] manage the computers if he wished to do so. As he donned his robes he held his mask in his hands and donned it, fitting the mask onto his head with practiced ease. He didn't turn on the vocal filter however so that his voice wasn't deeper or distorted as it usually was when he had the mask on. Placing his lightsaber on his belt after checking if it was still fully functional he began to go over the systems of his armored robes, the claws, the forearm daggers, the jump-boots all of it.

Waiting until everyone had gotten their weapons he took the last of them and assumed they were Ryn'Dhal's weapons and walked out to meet the large beast. "These are yours correct? If you are going to stay in that form I shall hold onto them for you, until you change back and require them again." He said as he waited for Ultimatum, [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] and [member="Blacktail"] to finish getting their equipment and weapons and if there was a way chosen for them to move forwards and leave the infernal place.

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum was about to express his thanks to his friend, but the time would have been wasted. Ultimatum moved towards the room, but before entering he smiled to [member="Ryn'Dhal"], hoping to convey the fact that he did not want to be here either. He stepped into the room and immediately placed the limp body of his previous interrogator onto a chair while he moved to a computer terminal. It took less than a minute to come to the conclusion that the virtual security of this base was less impressive than their physical had been. He overrode the passwords and practically blasted the firewalls while he moved towards his first priority.

Once in the main computer network he found the intercom and sliced himself into it. He tested it and the noise could be heard all over the base, "Testing, testing. Functionality test." It even got his voice right, which was a pleasant enough surprise. He then turned his attention to trying to locate an exit. Preferably an exit in the form of a Hangar so that there would be a way to get off this rock. It would take time for the data mining and it was something he could do on the move. He also set his program to try and find a medical station here, there simply had to be one in case of emergencies. He turned back to the doorway and noticed a couple rifles on a wall rack. He lifted two off before using his other hand to grab hold of his cargo. He walked outside the door and hooked one of the rifles onto a clip on his hip. He had a pistol but it was damaged, beyond repair as far as he could tell. He nodded to [member="Darth Erebos"] to say that he was ready. He however had no idea what was the correct path, so he pointed vaguely with his gun down the hallway they had yet to go.

[member="Zenva Vrotoa"] [member="Blacktail"]