Faction Reap What is Sown (Bryn'adul & SJC)

[Sethrak]

Post: 14
Tag: Kiara Ayres

It had been just seconds since he spoke to The Grandmaster when a voice called out to him. No, it commanded him. Sethrak at first did not believe his ears. What Draelvasier would challenge him? But then he saw that it was Fleetmaster Thova, a Vaydralen, not a Draelvasier. It made sense; The Vaydralen were honorable warriors. Sethrak's methods today had not been honorable, at least not to an outsider's eyes.

In reality Sethrak was perhaps the easiest on his prisoners among all The Bryn'adul. Others were tortured brutally from the start...limbs were cut off, skin was burned, eyes removed, lightning used constantly for no reason, and the others only asked once. Sethrak on the other hand gave The Grandmaster many chances to reveal the information, and his punishments had been light. Even the shoulder wound was not extreme. There may be light nerve damage, but the arm would be saved and its' use would remain almost completely.

Sethrak did not show any sign of irritation. He respected Thova, and understood the objections to come. So The First Warlock simply greeted the Shipmaster, "Fleetmaster Thova'Mdanam, pride of the Mdanam clan. How can I assist you?"

 

[Kiara Ayres]

The Jedi raised her head to look up at her captor, a look of determination on her face. "So you say." She replied, confident in the Concord's abilities to maintain their current borders. She knew how her enemies saw the Concord but they were not as weak as believed and she was keen to show it both in her own strength and the Concord's ability to hit back at their attackers.

Her gaze shifted to the familiar presence that made himself known. She watched in surprise as he challenged Sethrak, her gaze flicking between the two as she awaited the results of their encounter. Perhaps some of her enemies truly did know honour and perhaps not all were beyond saving.

If there was discourse among the Bryn'adul then it could play into the hand of the Concord, making the situation a very valuable one to witness. She lowered her head a little, still watching but pretending to be disinterested and broken.

Sethrak Thova 'Mdanam

 

[Gordrak]

The last of the actually useful prisoners had just been sent off for interrogation. The room was now full of women, children, the weak, and the decidedly non-useful. Their numbers had been culled but Gordrak had taken care to leave enough as ordered. Among those left were people capable of piloting shuttle craft though they numbered quite low. Whether or not their numbers would turn out to be sufficient would be found out soon enough. Gordrak stalked the room with his two guards still at his flanks. The people had been suitably cowed after one or two additional punishments that followed the older mans moment of defiance. The elderly man had begged for death following the killing of his family but Gordrak had seen fit to deny him that request. He would suffer for that moment of defiance as long as he remained a prisoner.

Gordrak. The Curse is ready outside of the chambers in troughs of water. Once it's been disseminated, we can ready ourselves for the release procedures. The shuttlecraft should be ready. We'll need a few human pilots if any remain.​

The words touched his mind and he immediately felt relieved. The assignment was finally being wrapped up. Gordrak turned and motioned for the guard to head toward the exit. As they moved, they made sure to do so carefully despite the submission showed by their prisoners. They couldn't afford to massacre any more than they already had. As they made it to the doors, Gordrak signaled for them to open. After the doors opened, warriors of the Bryn'adul began wheeling in troughs of what appeared to be water. After they placed the troughs, the warriors retreated to the doors and waited in absolute silence. Godrak took a step forward and spoke.

" You rats have been shown mercy. Drink the water. Refusal to do so will be met with death. Or worse. "

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Gordrak stood there as the humans walked toward the troughs hesitantly. It was an odd thing to be shown mercy after the horrors they had gone through. That said, thirst was a powerful motivator. Ones reasoning and will power could find themselves overridden once the thirst got bad enough. Gordrak motioned for the old man to be released so that he might drink. The guard in charge of the man complied and pushed him forward. He walked forward despondently for a time before falling to his knees beside the bodies of his family. He said nothing and made no move to drink as he had been ordered. Seeing this, Gordrak strode toward him and grabbed him by the back of his head. He yanked the old man into the air and brought him over to the closest trough.

" Out of the way, vermin. "

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The humans currently at the trough moved out of the way urgently as Gordrak approached. Any that were slow found themselves knocked aside or trampled underfoot. As he reached the trough, he dunked the old man head first into the water. Despite the pleas for death earlier, the elderly man thrashed as he drowned. Gordrak surmised that it was likely an instinctive response that kicked in despite the humans wish for death. Soon the thrashing began to falter before it finally ceased completely. Gordrak held the man there for about a minute longer before hurling him away from the trough. He stood and turned his gaze toward the rest of the prisoners.

" Drink. NOW. "

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The rest of the people made their way to the troughs and began to drink. Whatever reservations they had vanished at the prospect of meeting a similar or even worse fate. As the prisoners did so, Gordrak took his place back with the rest of the guards.

 

[Thova 'Mdanam]

Thova inclined his head to the First Warlock, though the bow was not as deep as one of his station may have deserved. "First Warlock, is it wise to discuss potential plans so openly in front of the enemy?" He spoke not in galactic basic, but in Vaydralen. The Jedi may have had time to learn and understand certain aspects of the Draelvasier tongue, but the flowing, sharp tongue of the Vaydralen would likely be alien to them still. Only the two Bryn'adul would understand the conversation in theory.

"The risk posed to our forces lives is greatly increased by letting her know anything, even if it is a misleading detail. I would advise caution when it comes to the Gadara." The last word Thova spoke was spoken with near reverence, and he cast a quick glance at the Jedi. The term Gadara translated, roughly, to honored enemy in the Vaydralen tongue. To the honor bound warriors, who had spent centuries warring against one another on Caerdar, the concept of an honored enemy came to hold great value to them. In the Vaydralen mind, you could trust an honored enemy far more than you could trust a friend, for the enemy would always act against you, while the friend could betray you.

The Gadara were still enemies, and to be killed if given the chance naturally, but there was room to work with the idea. What Thova did not say, though was doubtlessly detectable to the Force Sensitive Sethrak was the feeling of conflicting emotions warring inside his mind. Thova stood tense, his body coiled as if ready to attack or flee, his mind unable to decide between one or the other.

 

[Sethrak]

Post: 15
Tag: Kiara Ayres

Vaydralen was a language Sethrak had learnt, though he had far from mastered it. It was similar to Draelvaiser, but to the inexperienced speaker of the Drael language, the similarities were difficult to pick up on. From what The First Warlock understood from Fleetmaster Thova, the Vaydralen was warning him to not discuss his plans so openly.

His concerns were valid, Sethrak had revealed a lot. In fact he had revealed more than the Jedi herself had...and she was the one being interrogated. But Sethrak was too proud to admit that. Instead he thought of ways to address Thova's concern without revealing anything that would hurt his own reputation.

There was something about The Fleetmaster that Sethrak picked up on, but he could not decipher it. Was it something in his tone? His body language? No, it was The Force that was revealing something hidden inside the Vaydralen fleetmaster. But Sethrak couldn't untangle the knot of emotions and thoughts enough to focus on this hidden feeling. He resolved that he would be careful with his words now...

After a few long seconds he found the words he was looking for, "You are wise, Fleetmaster Thova. You are correct, it is risky to reveal so much." He continued in Vaydralen, "However The Jedi cannot stop us. They are weak. Sev Tok was only a defeat because we allowed it by taking such a small force. Nar Kreeta was an unexpected shortcoming that is the product of incompetence from a leader."

He stopped there. Enough had been said, and he had complimented Thova again. The compliments would hopefully make the fleetmaster more content.

 

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

"How they got here is not important. Not yet." The stern voice of the Jedi Master echoed through the minds of the seven high-ranking individuals who had gathered in one of the meeting rooms aboard the Krakana-class battlecruiser named The Rancisis. Among them were Representative Avis Pohl of the nearby Affavan-system, the Jilruan fleet admiral Krondo Segar, the talented Doctor Marcina who ran the relief aid, and the Gand scientist named Skrill. The other three were representatives from Nal Hutta.

"I concur. Grandmaster Ayres is missing. We should be doing everything in our power to get her back.' Sakadi made no eye contact with Representative Pohl. While his funds and immediate aid had been appreciated, she found herself clashing far too often with the unappealing Klatoonian. For once, however, he chose her side. "I disagree." The Admiral Segar began. "We all know the Bryn leave no survivors. I do not believe they would suddenly start capturing our people, Counselor Sinvala. And even if they did, I doubt they would leave your Grandmaster alive." She could sense his frustration. "It has been two days. We must face it. The Grandmaster is dead." Sakadi said nothing. "But what about the civilians? The Bryn'âdul must have some ulterior motive." Representative Pohl tried. "We haven't recovered and identified all of the bodies yet. Despite the claims, we can't confirm if the Bryn truly abducted the civilians yet." The expression of Representative Pohl that followed initiated another squabble. The fifteenth, in the now three hour long meeting.

Sakadi sighed. Both her position as Jedi Councelor and her involvement in the sudden attack had led to her involvement in the aftermath. But like was usual in Wild Space, they weren't making much progress. It was tiring. Frustrating, and beginning to turn into a waste of time. If they had gotten hold of any master other than Kiara, who held a seat in the Silver Assembly, the bureaucratic part of the Concord would have been less involved. She would've been able to take a few Jedi and just…

She barely felt it at first. The small ray of light that travelled through the Force. Through entire systems of Wild space. But while faint, the message was clear.

"Sakadi, the Bryn'adul have your name. They may try and kill you. Be cautious."

She rose from her seat, and her company grew quiet. "Do not worry Admiral." A smile played about her lips. "Grandmaster Ayres is alive. And I have a Council meeting to attend."

Kiara Ayres​

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