Inquisitor Thrope returned to the Void following the
battle on Brentaal IV...or, the *lack* of a battle on
Brentaal IV. She had opted to stay away from the action.
Instead, Jessa chose to watch from the holotank in her
ship. Taking the hands-off approach was not like her.
Watching the attack had made her hunger for action. It
was to her delight that *two* Rebels had been captured
in the bunker. She hoped that one of them could provide
her with useful information...be it on other Rebel
cells, or on the man who had damaged her arm severely.
As she walked along the corridors in the Void leading
towards where the male Rebel, Kel Tillisk, was being
held, she thought of all the creative ways she might
draw information from him. She knew nothing of him
besides his affiliation. By the end of her time in his
holding cell, she hoped to change that.
The Lepi quickly entered a code into the durasteel
door separating her from the Rebel. The door opened to
reveal him. Her eyes narrowed. She stepped inside the
room, the doors closing behind her immediately. She had
instructed the Stormtrooper to remove his shock cuffs.
The man could *try* to attack her. He would never
succeed. "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Captured by the Imperials. What
Kel Tillisk knew he was in trouble. He couldn't say
that this wasn't what he'd expected when he'd signed on
with the Alliance, leaving behind a decent job with the
Corellian Defense Force to fight real evil, instead of
chasing drug dealers and muggers down Treasure Ship row,
but when the door opened to reveal the Lepi, and his
stun cuffs were ordered removed, he knew things had
become suddenly more perilous. "Kel Tillisk, Rebel
Alliance." He didn't rise to the bait about being
captured, though shame tore thru him. It wasn't just
that he had been captured, but that so many others had
died, and he was here stuck in a cell. Why hadn't he
caught a bolt too? It wasn't that they weren't shooting
enough to get the job done. The guilt and shame wrestled
against his fear, but he didn't say another word, or try
to rush his captors.
She casually strolled towards the man. He admitted
his name right off the bat, which meant that her work
hadn't begun yet. "Kel Tillisk. I think we should play a
getting to know you game. Tell me more about your Rebel
cell. Remember, you're protecting no one anymore.
They're all dead." Jessa made a point to remind him that
he was the only male to survive the strike. She hoped to
break him, steal information from him, and seek out the
Mandalorian. "Start from the beginning. When did you
settle on Brentaal IV? I have to give you kudos. Your
team lasted quite awhile before our Intelligence
officers found you. It almost makes me wish we could
have brought more of your comrades in..."
He needed no reminder of the fate of his friends and
compatriots. The shame ripped through him again, and he
spat at the Inquisitor, though shorted it, the spittle
landing at her feet. He didn't look at her after that,
instead choosing to look at the durasteel deck. "Kel
Tillisk, Rebel Alliance."
Her eyes glanced downward at her feet. Her eyes
rolled. She had given him hands and he chose to spit?
She snorted through her small, twitchy nose. "Rylla
Starr." She said, naming out one of the woman in his
cell from her memory. "I found information on her. Her
children will be lonely without their mother. Why was
she killed and not *you*? Such a shame..." She could
feel the guilt inside of the man. She fed off of it. It
caused her to realize, all over again, that she had not
gone to Brentaal IV herself. She had missed out on
everything, as unfortunate as it was.
"Kel Tillisk, Rebel Alliance..." The rebel trooper
couldn't look up now. He was thinking of his dead
friends, and how he was going to be stuck in this cell,
possibly for the rest of his life with an evil rabbit. A
random notion of Dark Jedi's multiplying like rabbits
crept into his head, and a sad chuckle escaped him. Not
a glorious way to go, killed by a talking rabbit, if he
"They've trained you well," Jessa said. She
approached him, breaking through his personal bubble.
The Lepi wasn't afraid to stand in his face. Her paw
rose, touching with his neck softly. "It's too bad your
emotions deceive you. Oooh. I can feel it. The guilt
inside of you. ‘Why me?' ‘Woe is me'." She mocked him,
beginning to pull her hand away from him. A sudden,
random burst of the Force pushed him towards the back
wall of the cell. Without hands, she held him there.
"Woe. Is. *You*."
Do not provoke your captor. Kel took a breath as she
got closer, wanting to strike, wanting to get the
devious biped away from him. There was something
sickening about what he thought of as a walking,
talking, real life thing that should have been a
character in a holovid being the author of his team's
downfall. Why didn't we see them coming? What did we do
wrong. He slammed into the wall, the impact startling
him more than hurting him, and forcing a gasp of shock
to escape him. It was true, the holovids they had seen
hadn't been propoganda of the Lepi using the Force on
the other team wiped out on Chandrilla. He hadn't wanted
to believe it, no matter how many in the Rebellion
recited the old phrase May the Force be with you. "Kel
Tillisk...Rebel...Alliance." His voice quaked a bit in
The man was in her court now. Jessa would manipulate
him until he spilled everything he knew. The Inquisitor
had sat for a long, *long* time collecting cobwebs as
the Emperor kept her preoccupied with tasks beneath her.
Now she had knew ways to entertain herself. Currently,
that entertainment started and ended with Kel Tillisk.
She smiled. "Jaik Melkans. Your commander. Did you know
him well? I saw a Cathar commando rip him to pieces with
her claws." She inhaled. The inklings of his fear made
her hunger for more. She was starved for it...*dying*
for it. She had not had this much fun torturing someone
since the introduced herself to Governor Rodney. She put
distance between them. He remained pushed against the
wall, only now Jessa began to choke him. It was a
gentle, slow, controlled movement. Slowly, she
constricted his airways.
At first, he thought just being pinned to a wall by
something he couldn't see, but could feel only was
terrifying. Then his airway constricted, a fist that he
couldn't see clamped around his throat. He strained,
trying to get his hands up to his throat to relieve some
of the pressure, but couldn't do more than twitch. His
vision blurred as he burned oxygen that he couldn't
replace to his brain. But his eyes locked on the hand at
Jessa's side, the one not wielding the unseen but fully
felt power against him. "They...might be dead...but they
don't...have to live with the scars of defeat..." He
wanted the bitch to hurt like he did, and didn't care if
she killed him.
She watched him reach for his throat like he could
stop what was happening to him. The Lepi looked pleased
with herself. The man did something very surprising. He
insulted *her*. She snarled. She could nearly feel the
pain of being burnt by the Mandalorian all over again.
She had never seen it coming. The battle had played out
in her head so many times now that it drove her towards
insanity. "What did you say?!" She yelled. The
constriction around his throat suddenly became
uncontrolled and rough. It felt like she might pop his
head off. The pressure ended an instant later, and Jessa
turned towards him. She stood in front of him, her paw
gripping his jaw. "As a man who was captured while the
rest of his unit was killed, I *hardly* think you have
two feet to stand on." She lifted her other paw,
snapping her finger. A small, holographic image
projected in the middle of the room. It was from
Chandrila, a freeze-frame a droid had caught of the
Mandalorian man. "Who is this?!" She yelled.
A wordless, near soundless scream escaped the man,
though it sounded more like a gurgle as the pressure
increased so great he wished he could turn inside out
just to escape it. And then it stopped. "You're ...
famous. Inquisitor... Thrope..." His voice was a ragged
whisper as he brought his head back up to look at her
now. Maybe he had found some fighting spirit after all.
"You...massacred...some of...us...So proud...we
all...saw the holovid...Then you...met something
worse...worse than you...and...you have...to wear...his
mark..." He paused, and then glanced at the hologram,
and what could have been the start of a smirk touched
the edges of his mouth. "A rumor..a rumor of...a man
with no need...or use...for the Force...but...will
stand...against...a Dark Jedi...We...saw...some of that
The man made her furious. Jessa gripped at the
material of her sleeve. Her armor only covered a portion
of her burned arm. It was still visible. It was *always*
a reminder. She tripped the fabric of her armor at the
shoulder, throwing it at him. "He will *die*! He is not
as special as you think! You Rebels survive on hope."
She pointed towards the holograph. "I will destroy your
hope by killing that man!" The Lepi was seeing red.
Caught up in the moment, she grabbed for the hilt of
only one of her curved-hilted lightsabers. The blood red
blade quickly appeared. It cast odd shadows in the room.
The red illumination highlighted her face. She quickly
brought her lightsaber up, slicing through his right arm
just above the elbow. "*Now you can remember your
failurs as well*!" She screamed.
Now he screamed. Loud and long, at first in shock,
and then in pain. So much pain. Damn lightsabers didn't
let him bleed enough to kill him, but suddenly a
numbness set in, behind the searing pain. Maybe shock
would take him. But the look on her face was worth it,
as best he could read a Lepi's emotions anyway.
"Not...so special...Who...are you telling...that to...a
dying Rebel...or yourself...You are a...bully...so
used...to this sort of game...the rumors around
him...he's a krayt...dragon...to you...a vornsrk...a
killer born to kill...Forcers...his people...some are
just as bad...the rumors..." Shock was setting in harder
now, robbing Kel of the good sense to shut up, so he
kept antagonizing Thrope instead. "Cuy'Val
She relished in his pained screaming. Her eyes
closed. If she kept losing control, she would kill the
Rebel before she learned anything interesting. Her eyes
were burning when they opened again. The man was
successfully antagonizing her, but he was also revealing
that he knew things. She laughed. "Do you really expect
me to believe that? Of course the Cuy'Val Dar exists.
They trained the Clone Troopers. What kind of bull shit
are you trying to feed me? Is one arm not enough?!" Her
lightsaber was still ignited. She held it off to the
side, but she was close enough that a quick moment could
have taken another limb. She reached out, grabbing his
face with her paw. "I want to know about *that* man!
Tell. Me. About. *that*. Man!" Each time she spoke a
word, she slammed Kel's head back into the durasteel
wall. She added a little more strength each time so he
didn't forget what kind of trouble he was in. The
prisoner would die in this cell. When was the question.
"What is his name?!"
Each time she slammed his head into the bulkhead, his
vision got blurrier. The pain was a dull, far away throb
of a sensation, and so were some of the later strikes on
his skull. His voice sounded lazy, almost drunk now.
"That..man...you hunt...that man...that man...who
was...the monster..we feared...and never knew his
name...just a rumor...didn't really exist...you...don't
hunt...predators...they hunt you...Dagon is hunting
you...See...you in Hell...bitch..." And he slumped in
her hand. Shock had taken him, and she was left holding
a corpse to the wall, a corpse with a full grin of
defiance on his face.
She was so angry. There was no stopping the
inevitable now. Skull cracked against the durasteel each
time she thrusted the back of his head into it. Her
heart was beating so hard that she had begun to feel
light-headed. In the man's sea of slurred words, a name
came to her: Dagon. It struck her. It took her away from
the cell, away from the Void, away from Esseles. She
stood on Chandrila, staring into that man's eyes.
"Dagon," she repeated. She began to repeat the motions
again. "Dagon..." She panted hard. Kel was already dead,
but Jessa continued to destroy his head. She had opened
up his skull so much that brain matter began to spill
forth. "*Dagon*! *I will kill you*!" She screamed. When
she arrived in the moment, the man was dead. There was
blood splatter all over the front of her tunic. Her paw
was soaked. She could still see the look of defiance on
his face, which she prompted wiped off with her bloody
paw. "Rebel scum." She mumbled, turning her back on the
mess she had made. She departed from the cell feeling
like she *finally* had what she needed to find him.