What Happens in the Tomb(Miri, Nightender)

[Hotel]

Madora smiled as she stepped off of the ship. It had been a successful trip to Tatooine. She had seen the wonderful sights, enjoyed the local delicacies, and caught herself a Jedi.

She had kept the woman bound and gagged for the flight, but she wanted to parade her through the temple as she went to retrieve her apprentice. Oh what fun the two of them were gonna have with her. She wanted this Jedi to be more broken then her own apprentice currently was, and she planned to enjoy doing it.

As she took a few more steps, she yanked hard on the chain in her hand, sending her thoughts to the person on the other end. "Come out and walk in front of me, or I won't be as gentle as I was back on Tatooine."

[Miri Mojito]

Mirian sat in a corner of the shuttle, awaiting her fate whatever it might be. At this point the Miraluka had lost track of how long it had been since her capture, hours, days, weeks, the entire experience had blurred into one traumatic event. It was hard to beleive it was really happening, that it had actually gone down like this. SHe had challenged the Sith, and had lost. She had lost, A jedi guardian, one who had believed herself to be near invincible in combat, and here she was bested, humiliated with lord knows what else in store for her. It was her pride that had really bested her though, her ideals that she was the best, it had nearly cost her life once, and now it seemed she would lose everything.

SHe let out a small sigh as the shuttle landed, and the entrance ramp had opened up revealing the planet. Even now she had no idea where she was, though she could guess. The presence of the darkside was all around her, overwhelming her senses, threatening to snuff out every last bit of hope she had left. SHe had to be on Korriban. It was a planet she had never been to, for obvious reasons, and it had always been a place she had never wanted to visit.

"Come out and walk in front of me, or I won't be as gentle as I was back on Tatooine."

Mirian knew this was no idel threat. The Sith woman had made good on everything she had said up till this point, and being roughed up further would only make things worse. With a small pained groan she stood up, and proceeded to walk down the ramp. To make matters worse, she was on a leash, with a smooth black collar wrapped tightly around her throat. It was designed to keep her head up, no doubt so that everyone here could see her face, see how the proud jedi had been bested. It was humiliating to say the least. Her hair had also been cut, once long, nearly down to her backside, was now shoulder length at best. This had been done mid trip when she resisted having the collar placed on her throat.

Mirian said nothing as she walked. Instead she chose to dwell on her anger. She detested this sith so much so, and had her hands not been bound, she would have attempted to strangle the life out of her with her bare hands. This simple and deviant thought seemed to lend her some momentary happiness, at least as much as she could possibly have given her scenario. Besides that there was an ever growing fear inside her, one that grew with every step, and every breath. It was something she could not easily hide despite her best attempts.

[Nightender]

Jessa found Lady Madora approaching the Temple. Pleased to see her Mistress once more, Jessa ran forward bowing as she approached. "Lady Madora, I'm so pleased to see you. I see you have found a new servant."

Scanning the Miraluka's feelings, Jessa could sense a great deal. The Jedi had been captured and questioned, made to break down to some degree. Jessa felt excited, remembering how much she had been broken down and converted into her current state. "Mistress, if I may, would you allow me to make her more like myself? I sense that, once she and I think aline, you will be able to use to use the both of us to advance your goals more efficiently."

[Miri Mojito]

Mirian turned her gaze towards a new woman approaching them rather swiftly. Obviously this new woman was a sith aswell, though for the immediate moment her realtion to her captor remained unknown. One thing Mirian could tell immediatly was that she was excited, either at the sight of her captor, or the sigh of the captured jedi. Mirian could also sense that she was rather weak in the force, either having reached her peak long ago, or maybe she had just recently started her training. Given the lax standards of recruitment within the sith she was willing to bet the latter.

Despite this new Sith Mirian kept walking, forced onward by her captor, as if she were being paraded for all to see. I was humiliating to say the least. It was in this moment Mirian felt someone touching is youher emotions, and her thoughts. SHe had let her guard down and this new sith, this apprentice had managed to sense many things about her. Suddenly it clicked in the MIraluka's mind. This new Sith was her captors apprentice, she had to be, this would explain the feeling of excitement she had.

Mirian smiled as the woman spoke, asking if she may make her more like herself. It seemed that at the moment she had terribly underestimated the jedi, and expected her to fall into place rather easily. this of course would not be the case. "You are getting ahead of yourself I think. You'll find that you of all people here will have no power over me." Mirians voice was cold and sharp as she addressed the apprentice. There was no way that someone so inexperienced was going to best her, not now not ever. If anyone was going to break her it would take a skilled Sith, and she was convinced that even a master manipulater would sooner kill her than waste their time and energy on her.

"Is this what you have in store for me Sith? To break me, to make me like yourself? You have your work cut out for you... And by the time your done you'll wish youd have just killed me." Mirian addressed her captor now, almost laughing at the idea of being turned. It seemed the apprentice had revealled to much and the suprise was ruined. In any case the jedi now would have another individual to kill should she find herself free.

[Nightender]

The Miraluka tried taunting Jessa, which made her laugh. Jessa walked closer taking careful steps, almost seductive in their pacing.

She dressed differently than she once had. Before, Jessa would have worn something alluring, attention getting, but not fully overt. She had a different name then, a name she discarded when Lady Madora broke her will and rekindled the slave in her. Now, Jessa was fully devoted to her Mistress, something that excited her more than anything else. Her clothing was revealing, being little more than scraps of leather. She wore a black leather bodice which laced up the front and tall leather heels rising over her knees. Her skirt was incredibly short, shorter than the gloves she wore. A black collar fastened around her neck with chains running to her gloves and bodice.

"I'm sorry," Jessa said to the Miraluka. "I should have introduced myself first. I am Jessa, Lady Madora's devoted slave and servant." A long, thin lightsaber still hung from Jessa's waist. "Has Lady Madora gifted you with a name yet?"

[Miri Mojito]

Mirian narrowed her gaze so that only jessa was visible to her. A frown crossed her lips as if the words spoken were terrible and highly offensive. Of course in her own mind they were, to imply that this sith would have the right to name her. Just the thought was praposterous she was a Jedi after all. "My Name Is Mirian Fel. I am a knight in the Jedi order." her words were laced with venom now, mirroring her inner anger. SHe had no time to stop however as she was continualy being pushed along by Madora, who had remained silent thus far in regards to this interaction.

Mirian could feel Jessa's power and understanding in the force, though limited it was still there. Along with that she could sense the lightsaber that hung from her belt. Perhaps this might provide opportunity after all. "Jessa I think you have attempted to decieve me..." Her voice was softer now. "You are trained in the force, and you carry the weapon of a sith. How can you be a slave?" SHe broadened her gaze now, directing it at Madora, attempting to keep track of what the sith was doing.

[Nightender]

"The answer is simple, Miri." Jessa said the Jedi's name like it was a joke, a foolish child's toy. "Between my last period of servitude and coming to serve Lady Madora, I was trained in the use of the Force and became a Sith. But that is the past and I no longer think about such things."

Jessa ran her hand through Miri's hair and along the side of the Jedi's face, smiling a subtle, sweet, and very confident smile. "I'll also warn you of something else. My name wasn't always Jessa; that's the gift Lady Madora gave me when she was convinced I had broken to her will and become her slave not just in body, but also in spirit. The same will soon happen to you. Lady Madora will force you to choose slavery over being a Jedi. She will make you choose obedience over resistance. Regardless of your affiliation in the Force, you will no longer be Miri, so believe me when I tell you it would be better if you were to submit now."

Taking her hand away, Jessa stepped back. She looked over the Jedi's clothing and issued another warning. "Look closely at me, Miri. Look at how I stand and how I dress. I submitted willingly once Lady Madora broke my spirit. What state do you think you'll be in when you finally accept you are Lady Madora's slave?"

[Miri Mojito]

Mirian tried to struggle away from Jessa's touch, but alas her own restraints and posture collar kept her from escaping the womans hand. Her touch was soft, yet cold, tainted by the dark side. It sent a shiver up the Miraluka's spine. Despite that Mirian would still try to stand firm against Jessa's words. "I think you will be truly disapointed my dear." Despite the obvious defiance there was a hint of fear that now presented itself. In this moment, in seeing Jessa, truly devoted as a slave Mirians worst fear was suddenly becoming a reality. She was born a slave, and rescued, and swore that should she have the power she would sooner die than submit to the same life her mother did. But she didn have the power now.

As the Jessa's hand pulled away Mirian tried to step back, only to trip over her own restraint. Suddenly she felt so very exposed and vulnerable as she looked up at the world around her. Surely if she could cry, she would now. "I will not submit... I am no slave, I am a Jedi..." Her words lacked conviction now, for the first time the Miraluka did not believe what she had said. Hesitating for only a moment she began to try to raise to her feet again. Her tattered clothing looking even more worse for the wear with a fresh coat of dirt on them now.

Once up she looked at Jessa, unsure of what to say next. Her anger had subsided and been replaced with fear. But surely there was some attempt to hide it, some way to not show weakness. "... you... You don't have to do this Jessa. You are still young, run to the Jedi, they will take you in and help you..." It was all she could think of, it was something, and it was pathetic.

[Karl the Unfettered]

"My word, Madora, what is all this racket?" came a sudden, loud male voice.

The voice belonged to another Miraluka, much older and much darker than Mirian, and much more used to the subtleties of command than Madora's silent communication. The man in question was ostentatiously dressed, as was his habit when on Korriban, and he radiated an almost palpable sense of vaguely unstable power. The very air around him seemed to grow warmer by his mere presence.

"But no matter," and in a wink he had Madora in his grasp, whirling her around in the air, "I have missed you, my dear, where have you been?" He set her down and sniffed, and a shadow of disquiet crossed over the elation his face presented. "I smell Tatooine on you, why ever would you want that rancid place? Hopefully it was worthwhile."

Only then, though he had noted their presences from the start, did he seem to take notice of Jessa and Mirian. "Oh... well now, what have we here? A broken Sith and a soon-to-be broken Jedi...?" Each of the two would feel the penetrating heat of his gaze looking them over, as if their very souls were bare before his vision. He wore dark glasses, so dark that one could not tell he had no eyes.

Somehow he seemed to disapprove, though he made no protest and his face bore a carefully neutral expression. "Slaves, Madora? Really?" he murmured to his fellow Sith, one eyebrow raised in incredulity. "Not to impugn on your power, my dear, but slavery is so tacky. They get under foot all the time until they're properly trained, you know." He had been one himself, years before, though he would never admit it to the other two present; only Madora and Lord Phaestus knew of that, of all the Sith, and he took care to keep it that way.

He let a moment pass, and then brightened again. "Well? Introduce us, won't you?" he demanded, a smile playing about his lips.

[Hotel]

She couldn't help but smile as she heard Memnon's voice around the corner. He was the one person she was always happy to see, and one of the few that could actually bring a smile to her face.

As she grabbed her a silent laugh left her and she pressed herself close to him. Upon seeing the disapproving look on his face however, she frowned slightly. She reached out her thoughts to him once more, knowing the others would not be able to hear.

She motioned to Jessa. "The first was an accident, just someone who happened to be in the wrong place in the wrong time when I was a bad mood. You know the saying 'you break it, you bought it'. I figured she would be of more use if I could build her back up from the bottom, make her better then what she once was."

She then motioned to the Miraluka in chains. "She is what I went to Tatooine for. For some reason, I just felt she would be more useful alive then dead, so I brought her back here. Jessa seems to want me to break her down." She shrugged, still in his arms. "She could be made like a child once more, rebuilt however I wish. Since Jessa seems so interested in her, I may put her in charge of the woman. None of this had been my intention, nor is it my intention to keep them this way forever, but the force works in mysterious ways, and for some reason brought these two to me."

She then stood and motioned for Jessa to come forward, her mind touching the young human's once more. "Introduce yourself."

[Nightender]

Bowing her head, Jessa said, "Yes, Lady Madora." She stepped forward, seeing the large man before her. Jessa knew she could not make eye contact with her superiors unless they told her to do so.

Jessa could also feel an additional importance the man held in Lady Madora's eyes. With that in mind, Jessa decided to make a formal introduction. She lowered herself to her knees, lowering her head to the floor as she bowed. "I am Jessa, obedient slave to Lady Madora. I will gladly perform any act, so long as my Mistress approves."

[Karl the Unfettered]

It seemed Tessa was too scared or too shy to say anything, so Shard merely scoffed at the both of them. "I see," he said, half to himself. "Well then, what more needs to be said?" He turned to Madora, and smiled. "You know what else they say, my dear... buyer beware. Broken goods are usually broken for a reason, and quite often that reason is not immediately obvious." He regarded the two younger women again, and shrugged.

"But, as you say, the Force works in mysterious ways. So long as you treat them relatively well and intend to allow them their freedom once they are ready, I see no problem with keeping them around." The unspoken caveat was there, of course; Shard disapproved of slavery in general due to personal experiences, and if she ever abused them unnecessarily or kept them past the appropriate time he would interfere.

But he did not say it out loud, or even mentally; on the contrary he smiled again and looked at Jessa. "Well, what are they capable of? Let's have a demonstration then!" he exclaimed, clasping his hands together. He also knew that servants of any kind were worthless without skills, and given the nature of the Sith, combat skill was high on the list of necessities for a Dark Lady's personal retainers.