Thetis ignored Red’s insults. With the Force, she seized Red’s lightsaber, yanking it away from him and into her free hand. She also began to telekinetically strip away all of Red’s gear. His hidden weapons, gadgets, and even portions of his armor fell off, scattering across the floor of the hallway. Only then did she give the command to Daphne to remove the vibroblade from his back.
Daphne slid the blade out quickly, watching in fascination as blood trickled from the wound.
“You’re tired,” Thetis said, smiling down at the surrendering Red. “You should get some rest.”
No sooner had she spoken, Daphne seized Red and sank her fangs into him. Paralysis would set in rapidly as she fed on his memories—nothing important, mind you. Maybe she consumed his memory of what he ate for breakfast that morning. But the paralysis lingered even after she removed her fangs and let go of him. Red would still be at least partially aware of what was going on around him, but unable to move.
Thetis sighed. “Did you finish setting it up, or will I have to wait to begin?”
“Everything is ready,” Daphne replied, wiping blood off her mouth with her gloved hand. “But we won’t know if it’s working until we try it out.”
“Hm. Can you carry him, or should I?”
“Of course I can carry him.”
“Then do so.” With that, Thetis turned on her heel and started marching down the hall.
Red would then be tossed over Daphne’s shoulder as she carried him along. The two women headed deeper into the facility, entering a chamber which might have once been an office of some kind. But it had been recently repurposed.
The room was now dominated by a bizarre living device which hung down from the ceiling. Perhaps the image of it was familiar to Red, given his Jedi training—the rack-like organic thing would be instantly recognizable to anyone in the know. It was a version of the infamous Yuuzhan Vong torture device known as the
Embrace of Pain.
Daphne easily placed the still-paralyzed Red inside it, where he was quickly covered by the creature’s tentacle restraints. Sensors would begin tapping into his nervous system, though they didn’t start torturing Red yet.
Thetis and Daphne waited for Red to start to revive from the paralysis. This took some time—perhaps ten minutes. During that time, they spoke little, but their brief conversation offered some idea of their intentions.
“I bet he’s been trained to resist,” Daphne remarked. “Pain may not have much of an effect on him. Perhaps he thrives on it.”
“That only comes with spiritual purification through profound suffering,” Thetis replied. “Jedi zen taken to its most extreme, where they begin to eat their pain rather than letting it eat them. I doubt he’s been through enough to amount to that yet.”
“Didn’t he threaten to torture Mr. Fenton?”
Thetis nodded in grim confirmation. “Said he was trained in it, but he could have been bluffing. Fenton didn’t last long enough to give him the opportunity.” She glanced up at Red, who should have been coming out of the numbing paralysis. “How about it, Red? Do you recognize all this?” She gestured to the Embrace. “Or if not, can you
guess what it’s for?”
Subject 73 Red