Star Wars : The New Sith Crisis

Fog and Poison....

By Jarlath and Tien

Meanwhile on the other side of the Galaxy....

Kyp felt a sudden change in the prisoner's sense. Reaching out with the Force he realized that the impenetrable mental shield that had been there moments before had disappeared.
The Sith, what was her name? Mwy-- something or other? (Kyp didn’t remember what Jarlath said her name was) must have finally caved. Well, with the wall down her name doesn't really matter.
As he entered her mind for the first time, it was allot different than he had expected. Instead of clear and easy to read, memories and thoughts were all jumbled about in a heavy, dark, fog.
He looked through the memories, trying to sort something out of them. A body lay dead slung against the wall. It was the room of a ship. A standard cargo transport. There was blood everywhere and the body was caked in dry blood. One arm was missing. It lay on the floor several meters away. The shoulder stump looked like it had been forcibly ripped out. The memory faded. Kyp looked further into the fog: A red lightsaber is activated. Cutting through a wall and into a room. People approaching. Spinning, blade out. Blast, the fog has that memory covered as well. He continues moving further into the strange Sith's mind. An older, wiser, respected figure comes near. Her master? This weapon is called a lightsaber. It is deadly, perhaps the most deadly hand to hand combat weapon known. But it is unforgiving. One mistake will cost you your life. Be careful how you use it.
The memories are getting hard to read. Lightsabers swinging, moving across the room, back and forth driving him back, a spin, reversing, backing up. Locking blades, sweeping up. His lightsaber flies across the room. I win! I win! I win! The battle with Dart? It seems too easy, but this memory is incomplete, too. Suddenly, Kyp felt the fog clearing and barrier raising. She's waking up. Kyp pulled his presence back so that he would not be caught. As he left he felt Jarlath in the room. Blast. It was nearly time for him to check, but I wish he'd be irresponsible for once. I did too good a job training him. Oh well.
Back in the prison room, Jarlath had just revived Mwynin with a common stimulant. He stepped back as her eyes opened.
"What happened?” He asked.
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With a wave of dizziness Mwynin opened her eyes. Standing in front of her was the Jedi that had come to question her before the torture had begun.
“What happened?”
“What, do you, think?” Her hoarse voice tore at her dry throat.
A slightly pitying look entered his eyes, “I’m not sure, that’s why I asked.”
“I…” A sudden nauseating twist of her stomach interrupted her and she bit down hard on her tongue to keep from throwing up acid (having nothing else in her stomach). “Please, water…”
Jarlath stepped back as Mwynin nearly vomited. Saaran must have given her some sort of poison. He knew that he probably shouldn't give her any. She was being interrogated, he should try to trade information for water. But he had always had a soft spot for 'useless' life forms, as Kyp called them. Reaching out in the force he called a bottle of water to himself. "Here. Take a drink. Then see if you can tell me what happened? Do you know what type of toxin it was?"
Mwynin took a small sip and then a much larger one. Slowly, she shook her head. “I don’t know… It, stopped burning, but I… I think I blacked out… I still feel dizzy, and numb.” Why am I telling him this? Why should he care? … But he did give me the water… Jedi are so confusing!!
Jarlath considered the prisoner a moment. "Do you know what you were given?” I hope she has some idea “By the way you look it seems like some sort of poison." Where did Saaran get that? I thought I locked them all up.
Mwynin considered for a moment, "At first I thought is was some sort antithetic, but, I don't think that’s it." her voice was still somewhat scratchy but not as bad as it had been, and the girl seemed to be getting better control over herself.
"But you don't know what it was? No idea at all? I don't want to give you the wrong anti-dote." Jarlath's voice betrayed some concern as his mind whirled through the possibilities.
Mwynin cocked her head slightly at the Jedi. "You don't?" The glassy figure solidified "Why do you care? The other Yad, er, Jedi don't."
Jarlath didn't say anything for a minute as he let Mwynin's words sink in. You don't? Why do you care? The other Jedi don't. Especially the last phrase: The other Jedi don't . After a moment he answered her. "I don't want you dying. Really I don't want anyone dying. Especially not from whatever poison Saaran gave you."
An unreadable look flickered in her eyes for a moment. Again Mwynin shook her head "No, I don't know." A wry smile accompanied her shrug " However I would tell you, if I knew."
"If you don't know what it was," Jarlath asked her, understandable "do you think remember any of the symptoms before you blacked out?"
"Numbness, tingling, my eyes didn't focus." She answered after a momentary pause.
"Anything else? Anything at all? Most poisons do that. Any peculiar things at all?" Jarlath wondered at Saaran's cleverness in choosing such a hard poison to diagnose. She could have made it easier.
"Nope, not that I can remember." The slightly ironic flippancy coming back into her voice.
"Well............." Jarlath considered the problem. "I could do a force-probe of your body to see if there is any foreign agent. I can do it without going into your mind. Otherwise the best I can do is give you an all-purpose anti-dote and hope for the best.” Or I could make Saaran tell me what she gave her… The idle thought flitted across his mind.
“Or you could ask your friend,” Mwynin suggested. “Unless, of course, you think she’d lie to you” she added sardonically, instantly regretting her sharp comment at the pained look on his face. What are you doing stupid? She mentally chided herself he’s helping!
Jarlath tried hard to cover how her sharp comment stung, though the rational part of him could easily see why she would say that. This hasn't exactly been a luxury vacation. He was about to ask which of the mainline poison controls she would prefer and in what flavor, but suddenly a thought crossed his mind. "What class of physiology are you?" he asked abruptly. "The answer will tell me what I can give you that won't kill you."
“What class? I’m not sure I follow you. Maybe…” Mwynin began
However before Mwynin could finish or Jarlath could explain Kyp entered the room “Jarlath, I need to talk to you, alone.”