Star Wars : The New Sith Crisis

Torture

By Jarlath and Tien

The hours dragged past and Mwynin sat with her back to the wall, staring into space. She had put the "shield" in place and now she had to wait it out. The constant pressure from the outside was wearing on her nerves. If they keep this up I'm going to loose my temper! I hate this waiting.... With the shield in place she could let her thoughts wander a bit.
Kyp suddenly felt the energy behind their force-attack falter. It seemed that at least of his people had stopped pushing. Feeling in the force, he saw that it was Saaran. Grumpily conceding defeat this time, he opened his eyes as the weariness et in. Saaran lay slumped on the floor, passed out from the effort. He lifted her and walked out, calling to the captive, "You may be able to block mind probes, Sith. But pain is always the best teacher!"
That comment however, Mwynin did not hear, deep in her own thoughs she was figuring out how to best repair an old Empire Blast rifle that she'd left at home, when she suddenly realized that the pressure was lifted. That's odd... Mwynin did not lift the shield though, It's probably a trick to get me to lower my guard...
In the ships cockpit, Jarlath felt Kyp and Saaran stop their attack. he withdrew the vestige of his presence form the room and went on with his thoughts. A growing part of him was glad that Kyp and Saaran had broken off their attack. Another part was dissappointed at the setback, and a third wished that Mwynin would just give in easily rather than be tortured and then give in
Mwynin wondered at the sudden stop, but she didn't lower her guard for even a moment. Now what are they up to?
It only took a few hours for Saaran to recover. As she sat on her bunk where someone had thoughtfully put her, she berated herself for collapsing. Stupid, Stupid, Stuip. Why did you give out. We could be through there by now if we had just persisted. Why must I be so weak. It's all my fault. I should have paid better attention to him. THAT SITH IS GONNA PAY FOR TAKING HIM.
In another part of the ship, Jarlath approached Kyp. "Master, I think Saaran is going overboard. She is taking the dark path over this. She needs more control"
"Let me deal with her, Jarlath. You go and warn the prisoner that we will begin stage three: physical torture, if she doesn't give in now."
You needn't sound so happy about it Jarlath thought in the privacy of his own mind. Oh well, here goes nothing. he stepped into the room.
The Jedi whom she had spoken with before stepped into the room. Oh no. Not again. Mwynin went invisible
Jarlath stepped into the room, the invisibility of Mwynin not phasing him. When will she learn that it doesn't matter or not whether I can see her, I know she didn't just disintegrate? "Mwynin, you reall should know by now that turning invisible doesn't mean your not here. I know you are, and I've come with an ultimatum: Give in now or drastic measures will be taken. You can save yourself alot of grief by just giving in. Trust me on this one."
Mwynin rolled her eyes "When will you learn that when I devisualize it means I don't want to talk to you?" Mwynin stayed invisible "I'm not giving in, and I'm not telling anything. Now you go back an tell your Jedi friends that I won't say a thing. A' right?"
Jarlath allowed some of the compassion to leak into his voice. "Very well, if that is your wish, but don't say I didn't warn you." With that he left, and mentally told Kyp the answer. Listening in, Saaran had trouble containing her glee
As soon as the door closed Mwynin mocked " 'Don't say I didn't warn you' No worries. Hmpf. I can deal with this." But mentally, she wasn't so sure she could....

As soon as Jarlath's message had arrived Saaran took off running for Mwynin's holding room, only to be stopped by Jarlath. "What do you think your doing, Jarlath Cadman?" she asked as he stood in her path.
"Your going to have to wait for Kyp. No one but me is allowed to be alone with the prisoner."
"You only you? Because your older or something?" she angrily replied.
"Because I don't take pleasure in people's pain." Jarlath responded with a fake calm.
"Neither do I." Saaran objected. "I just want to know what happened to Dart." "Well it's a moot point now because Kyp is here." Jarlath closed the discussion. he watched as the two of them headed for the Prison chamber

As she entered the chaber, Saaran noted with surprise that the prisoner was gone. Instinctively she dashed forward and ran her hand into where the Sith was supposed to be. And winced in pain as it struck something hard. Mwynin bit her.
Saaran cried out in pain as Mwynin's teeth sank into her hand. She swun her other hand around in a punch that hit something, while she pulled her hand loose from the invisible clamp that had pinched her. She stepped back, holding her bleeding hand as Kyp moved forward. "You can drop the invisibility act now, we know you're still here. I'm sure you think yourself rather clever, but you will pay for that." Without further ado he struck at general area where Saaran had put her hand with an electronic whip. While it did no lasting damage and left no mark, it was known for the intense pain it caused.
As soon as the whip struck, Mwynin turned inav. Biting her lip she did not cry out. They won't break me. I have to hold out....She'd dealt with pain before, she could hold out... Can I?

Saaran watched Kyp strike several times before chiming in. "Kyp, I want to use the whip. You're being too nice."
"Okay Saaran, but remember, we're not trying to kill her."
"Oh I won't kill her." Saaran responded as Kyp handed her the whip. She struck at the wall several more times, then stopped for a minute to listen for any sounds. ".
"Several more strokes and then we'll use something else.": Kyp told her after eleven of Saaran's vicious lashes had fallen

The flashes of blinding pain had stopped, for the moment. still Mwynin said nothing. She didn't trust her voice. If she opened her mouth she would just start to cry. I will not give them the pleasure of knowing how much this hurts. Hateful jedi!

Kyp and Saaran left the room after Saaran gave Mwynin several more lashes with the whip. They came back with a syringe. It was filled with a special spice. Used in moderation it was excellent for fighting the cold on planets like Hoth, but with the amount and they had and the purity of that amount it would over-stimulate Mwynin's heat receptors, making it feel like a second degree burn, just without the mark and damage. Mwynin held the syringe and stood just out of arms-reach from Mwynin. "Tell me what you did to my master or I'll stab you with this. It will hurt. And burn. you don't want me to. Now talk." She spoke in short sentences to convey her earnest point.
Mwynin raised an eyebrow at Saraan. "I didn't anything to your Master" she whispered in a hoarse voice and closed her eyes, awaiting the syringe.
"You're lying" Saaran said in a low voice. "If you have nothing to hide, then let me probe your mind, but if you don't let me probe you, I'll stab you with this syringe."
"Then go ahead. I'm not lying but you arn't looking into my mind." Once she is looking into my mind she can force me to tell her other things, NO, I won't give away my people.
Without words Saaran suddenly lunged and stabbed into the glassy shape she saw as Mwynin. The syringe emptied its contents into her. Saaran pulled the needle out and stepped back, waiting for the drug to do its work. A drop of purple liquid dripped on to the floor from Mwynin's arm. She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the burning sensation begining, after a moment her arm felt as if it had been branded. and the firy sensation flowed into her shoulder and with a rush accross the rest of her body. Mwynin could not supress a moan as she fought down a scream of pain.
"Come, Saaran, it's time to go. Let's give our guest some time to think about and reconsider her atitude. Mwynin, we'll be back with more if you haven't changed your mind." Kyp spoke and then escorted Mwynin from the room.
The burning continued, Mwynin could hardly think at all. Her eyes blurred and smarted. Every inch of her seemed on fire. She realized the Jedi were gone but she didn't care they'd be back with something else all too soon...

"Well, how did it go?" Jarlath asked as Saaran stormed into the cockpit, followed by Kyp.
"It was fine. That creep suffered for what she did to Dart!"
"Whoa," Jarlath said. "I thought this was an interrogation. Not a punishment."

It hurt too much to think. These Sith and Jedi are all alike, cruel, disbelieving and vengeful. Mwynin closed her eyes, but the tears came anyway sliding down her glassy face leaveing faintly white streaks, like etching on an ice sculpture. I hate them.
In the cockpit a major argument was developing. Kyp walked in just as Jarlath and Saaran were arguing about punishment. "Saaran, Jarlath is right." Mwynin is innocent until proven guilty. We are only applyinmg pressure to make her talk. We can try again later to get her to talk. Meanwhile, I have a little surprise." He pushed a button on his console and immediately a deafening noise went off in the prison-room. "Every fifteen minutes this will go off so that Mwynin won't be able to sleep. Maybe the need for sleep will drive back her defenses."

Mwynin jerked at the wierd noise. What in the galaxy......? Mwynin relaxed, Are they trying to keep me awake? Well thanks for the favor, now they CAN'T get into my mind! She would have laughed, but it hurt too much.

About an hour later Jarlath entered the room with dinner for Mwynin. "Here, take some food while your still allowed to." He left the food and drink in Mwynin's reach and then left.

Posted by Jarlath Cadman at August 13, 2004 02:14 PM