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Private The Fallen Star and her Stolen Gems

In a room lit with a dim red light, Falentra stirred awake, a soft groan leaving as a sharp pain radiated from her abdomen. Cyan eyes blinked open, confusion cast upon her visage as she registered the area unfamiliar. It was more akin to a cell than anything, the walls were made of mirrored glass but she was sure that whoever was behind them could see to her. There was also a camera up on the ceiling. The siren had been on her ship on Nar Shadda, on a mission the last she remembered.

Panic arose, her heart rate racing… she had been abducted. She sat up, letting out another whine as the pain struck again. Falentra lifted her shirt of a plain black linen to examine the cause. She saw the scar across her belly just under her navel and its stitches. Whoever had abducted her had operated on her, the marks evident of that. She instantly felt sick, the nausea rising. “What did you do to me?” She rose her voice. “Why am I here?” She looked directly at the camera pointing down at hers in her eyes were rage and fury, but also a tinge of fear.

Lyssara Thrynn Lyssara Thrynn
 
I'm comfortably settled in the armchair of my laboratory, contemplating what has just arrived. My little experimental subject is now in my hands, and I'll be able to gather unique data on this particular species. My scientific fervor speaks for me. This unique specimen may allow me to create more sithspawn in the future. I hear it waking up and starting to speak. I then activate the microphone to respond in turn. I'll answer its questions nonetheless.

'Hello and welcome to my laboratory. What have I done to you? Nothing more than a small operation to prevent future health issues. You're here because I wanted it so, and I believe you can help me solve a problem.'

Without saying too much, I now cut the communication, being careful not to say too much to avoid alarming or upsetting it. I can start my experiments little by little.

I turn the microphone back on to speak to my interlocutor.

'You now have two options: either cooperate with me and your stay here will be more pleasant, or continue to resist and I promise something unpleasant. You choose how you want to be treated over the coming days.'

Having given it a choice, it's now time to let it respond, so I let it stew a bit more in its cell. I need to make sure that this creature will be cooperative before I go to see it, otherwise I might choose to inject it with something to ensure I'm not bothered.

Lady Falentra Lady Falentra
 
A woman’s voice sounded.

Health issues? With this predicament, the last thing her captors would care about would be her wellbeing. It barely answered her question on whatever the operation was that required cutting into her abdomen. She wanted to ask, she had been taken here because she was… useful? It was something she could use as a leverage if she knew what they wanted with her.

Those two options was barely ideal. But Falentra knew there was no way in hell she would willingly participate in whatever they wanted. “Do your worst, I dare you.” She spat, a snarl crossing her features. She readied herself, to fight despite the pain radiating through her abdomen.
 

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