So Many Jedi

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene sat in her little prison cell, separated from the rest of the population and her sister as well. She wore a single black gown as her clothing, something she would normally consider rags, her hair was disheveled and knotted and her eyes seemed tired, as though she had not slept in days. There she sat on her little black cot, her knee's raised to her chest and her face buried between them.

She shook slightly as she sat there, her face hidden, not with sobs and tears, but instead with laughter.

This was rather ironic. She the Queen of Torture, the Lady of Pain, the Mistress of torment trapped in a cell like a rat. She couldn't help but find some sort of amusement in this situation. Oh of course she had been angry, still was in fact, but over the last few days the rage had been reigned in tighter and tighter. At first she had wanted to lash out at everything and anyone, she had broken the bones of three guards, nearly killed one and almost tore off another's...well suffice it to say Nemene had been filled with tantrums over the last few days.

Now however her rage seemed to have subsided, the boiling cauldron of anger had turned into a simmering ocean. She was still angry, but it was controlled, tamed, and all the more dangerous.

She let out a squeak of a laugh as she thought about what she would do when that simmer returned to a boil, what horrors she would bring. The thought made her smirk larger than anything had since her capture. She could not wait to be free.
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[Rasu Gan]

Nemene Talith. The name reverberated throughout Rasu's mind. She had nearly forgotten the panic that had gripped her those many months ago, but it was funny how a word could bring back old emotions. The Sith witch had been captured, and with her sister also in custody, the galaxy could again feel safe to roam the streets without the fear of kidnapping and torture.

It had been months since the Shi'ido had laid eyes upon the Sith, where she had rescued her Padawan from the clutches of the wicked pair. Rasu was uncertain how she would react to the reunion, but she allowed herself to put a tight leash around her emotions and continued on her way, the blue light cast from the energy bars lighting her way towards the Sith's cell. Unlike the woman, interrogation wasn't really the Jed's style, although she wouldn't be surprised to see that change with the ever-pressing threat of war. Her body was dressed in a dark robe, the hood hanging over her forehead, as her eyes cast a cold glare as she approached the Sith's holding cell. She shivered as she passed into the ysalamiri field, a necessary precaution for when containing force-users. However it left the Shi'ido vulnerable, however confident in her abilities and the effectiveness of the facility, Rasu continued towards the woman's cell, stopping in front of the barrier to grab a glimpse of the monster who had caused those around her so much pain.

Her hand moved up to the barrier panel, as she pressed the activation switch. The blue energy beams entrapping the woman, shut off to allow the Shi'ido entry. Blue light again bathed the back of her robe as the barrier was again brought back to life, containing both the Jedi Master and Sith torturer.

"Nemene Talith, do you know who I am?" she asked, her eyes staring into that of the woman who she had spoken too.

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[Lira Dajenn]

(Just a note, they both actually got captured. Were just assuming they would be held in seperate cells)
Nemene smiled slightly, hiding half her face behind her legs and the other behind her hair. She of course knew exactly who the woman was. After the torture of the womans apprentice and the subsequent rescue at her hands The Queen of Rattatak had made it her job to find out about Rasu Gan. Sadly, it had not been much, little bit more than a name and a few of her past actions over the last few months.

That had been frustrating, and even more so now. Knowledge was power, and in situations like this, it payed to have all the power one could muster.

“Of course.” Nemene finally answered the woman as she raised her head and placed her chin on her knee. The smirk on her face was oddly disturbing, though she doubted it would phase the Jedi master. Still, it was rather unsettling. “How could I ever forget a face such as yours?“

She smiled again, that sinister smile.
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[Rasu Gan]

The Sith looked as much the same as she had the day of Asaak's kidnapping, her present garments being the only difference since the pairs meeting in the Outer Rim. Rasu had control over her emotions, she was no longer the unstable Knight that inhabited the halls of the Jedi Temple. The woman's face failed in rousing the Shi'ido's emotions, her face remaining blank and emotionless as she stared back into the Sith's cold, dark eyes. The Queen of Rattatak did not pose any danger, she was locked away on a Republic world, deep in Republic space, with only a Jedi Master keeping her company. There would be no escape.

Walking over to the wall, she leaned back, allowing her spine to rest on the cold, metal surface. "If you weren't Sith, I'd take that as a compliment." she said, her voice still retaining little emotion. This woman had nerve, she had to admit that. After all the atrocities she had committed with her sister, all the pain and misery they had caused, she still had the audacity to talk cheek to her captor. Sith could be quite irritating. A sigh escaped her lips.

"Why do you do this Nemene Talith? Why do you cause so much pain in the galaxy?" she said avoiding the prisoners eyes, instead keeping her gaze locked onto the opposite wall as her thoughts raced back to her Padawans torture at the Sith sisters hands.

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[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene watched the Jedi Master with an interest she rarely showed in anything. Her eyes followed every movement, every subtle quirk, every twitch. She needed to gain the upper hand in this conversation, it was the only thing she had at the moment, the only goal that came into her mind, she needed to win.

“My my, skipping straight to the interesting things aren't we?” Nemene almost purred the words, still remaining calm and quite listless. “I do it, because it is what I was born to do. What I was taught to do.”

Orange eyes darted to her hands for a second as they shifted down her legs to her ankles. They then returned to the Jedi Masters, keenly aware that she would not be met in kind. “Not all of us were raised by the Jedi after all, some of us had a proper up bringing. What about you? Why do you bring all this...good to the galaxy?”

She said the word with that smirk again, as though remembering a fond moment in her life.
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[Rasu Gan]

She wasn't surprised with the answer she received, it was a Sith answer after all. The Sith like to think themselves of a higher importance in the galaxy, only because of the powers that the Force gifted them with. It really irritated the Shi'ido however she made sure not to show and quickly suppressed it before the Sith noticed it.

The Sith's question however was one that brought an amount of surprise to the Jedi Master. She was definitely not like other Sith the Shi'ido had met before, sending a sense of discomfort throughout her body. Why would she ask such a question? What did she want to know?

"I'll be the one asking the questions here Nemene, not you." she said, regaining her composure through her placid glare. "What I want to know is why you and your sister, your accomplice, Evelynn Dorn conduct kidnappings across the galaxy. Why do you do this, what is its purpose? What do you hope to gain from all this?" she asked, her cold glare now leveling with the eyes of the prisoner, the image of a broken Asaak, still fresh in her mind.

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[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene looked almost perplexed for a second, as though she was confused by the Jedi Masters question.

“Gain?” She said the word almost innocently, as If the thought of it had never occurred to her before. “I do not hope to gain anything Master Jedi. Nor does my sister.”

“We do this not for us. We do not do it because it gains us something. Or because it brings us joy or entertainment.” Nemene lied through her teeth now. She had just listed every single reason why they did in fact torture Jedi and Sith alike, It was fun. Of course Nemene was an expert in the art of lying, she was so good at it in fact that she could lie to her bondmate, something that was thought of as nearly impossible.

She kept on his facade of perplexity, her voice remaining calm and even.

“We do it for you, Jedi.” She spoke in earnest. As if her words could not be more true. “We do it to make you strong. We do it to make you remember. To remind you to never forget the pain that the Sith cause. To show you what true evil is.”

The smirk returned to her face in earnest. “We do it for you.”
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