The Exeter Arx Space
Time was irrelevant in the brig. With no chronometer or even portals to look out into space, it could have been hours or days since waking up in a cell. The only element clearly known was why.
“Komilia,” Socorra’s heavily accented voice cut through the hum of the ship. Were they still idle at Arx or traveling in space?
The woman appeared before the field separating them, her dress swapped for Mandalorian armor and helmet tucked into the crook of an arm.
“My apology for the cell. I love good scrap myself but too many guest onboard. The boss would be displeased to have party ruined.”
“Why didn’t you kill him?” Komilia asked. Her head was throbbing. Despite what people may tell you, being forced unconscious by the Force is not a pleasant experience.
She had regained her memories and had been avenging herself against her oppressor before she had been stopped. Now, he lay idling sleeping in a cell across from her and she didn’t know when she’d have an opportunity again to end the twisted monster who had eaten her Living Force.
Sykes’ eyes snapped open. He was laying on a cold metal floor and his head was pounding. Groaning, his began to rise. He could tell he was in a cell immediately and wiped the blood from his mouth.
“Why didn’t you kill him?” He heard a female voice say and he snarled. His anger rose within his body he could feel his body beginning to heal itself.
“Because, Di’kut. You came at me.” He said as he turned towards the cell across from him to look at Komilia and the woman in armor. “The question I have, Praetor, is why I am here?”
“Don’t be such a dala,” Komilia peeked around the old lady to snap at Sykes. “After what you did to me a bloody nose is the least I’m going to do to you jagyc!”
Sykes chuckled as he wiped dirt off of his jacket. “At least you finally are learning the language of the people you pretended to be.” His eyes came up to meet hers. “What I did to you, is save your life.”
Komilia threw her head back with manic laughter. “Save my life? Shab, you nearly killed me! You caused me to be exiled from my home…again…and I lived on the street and worked the worse of jobs,” Komilia spat. “And your guttural ugly language I picked up cleaning dishes with a Mando cook named Choyug who needed to keep his hands to himself!”
Sykes’ eyes narrowed at her. “If I had wanted to kill you I would have. However seeing as that would have gone directly against the orders of your father to protect you, I figured I would let you continue to live. Compared to what you would have done to yourself and gotten everyone, including you actually killed”
“Don’t you dare try and turn this around on me. I know my failings…now,” she muttered the last under her breath. “You and your, kind, are monsters.”
“That’s right!” Sykes suddenly yelled. His eyes began to darken and the tendrils from his cheeks barely started to poke out from their pockets before fully retracting again to give him back the illusion of being a human. His voice became calm and steady. “I am a monster. The type the galaxy has made fiction. And for four centuries I’ve been roaming this galaxy. And only twice have I not killed.” His eyes lightened back up from the blackness that had started to take over. He wasn’t used to speaking of his age or even his species. “At least it seems you have learned something from your…escapade.”
“Oh, I’m so blessed that you left me alive after you raped my mind and drain my Force,” Komilia mocked. “I won’t be so forgiving. I get out of here I’m going to kill you in the most horrific way I can. You deserve it your loathsome creature!”
“Finally a little spunk out of you.” Sykes smiled at her. “You are more than welcome to try. You wouldn’t know horrific if it was plain in front of your face. But if you wish to learn, I am more than willing to teach you. And next time your Father won’t be able to give commands to prevent it.”
“You try cleaning dishes for cits on the credit all while a handsy drunk fat Mando'a is trying to sneak a hand into your pants you skanah and then you tell me about horrific. I’ll rip your tendrils off and ni cetar'narir kay'shebs!”
Sykes laughed loud and long. “If you think that’s the worst the Galaxy has to throw and you, you truly are not ready for it still.” He opened his arm to the cell. “We are prisoners now on the GrandMasters vessel. If you think I’m bad, you should see what they are capable of. All because you had to act without thinking, again.”
Komila pulled down her left eyelid and stuck out her tongue. He was right thought, they were imprisoned and a Grand Master was far more of a threat than Sykes. Though, she thought she saw him passed out drunk behind a fern in the bar…still, probably best not to invoke his rage.
Turning back to the old lady who had been nice to her earlier. “So, what is going to happen to us?” <@141239709291511808>
“He is not mine to kill,” Socorra replied to Komilia before turning to Sykes. “You here because, Defensive or not, you both fight at Evant party and destroyed entire bar where guests were enjoying.”
She angled herself to them both. “We are about to go to war and I have no intention to keep you. I release you to Kamjin as I have lot of osik to do and no time babysit.”
I am too busy babysitting Evant, she thought.
“Then let me do it! Give me a blaster and I’ll end this plague now before I leave. You’re in control now. You can make the right choice,” Komilia pleaded with the lady. Gosh she wished she knew her name.
Sykes rolled his eyes. “Release me to him? Our Emperor is in a bacta tank. How do you not know this, Preator? I came on Imperial transport. I’ll leave accordingly.” He looked over at Komilia. “Your ass needs to cool off. The only reason you are alive is because of your father and the fact I respect him. If he dies, you have no protection from me.”
What? Sykes was right, how did she not know that? Kam was dying??
“Where the kark is Thran? If your healers cannot help Kamjin, I can at least save his mind.”
She ignored the questions and started furiously typing into her datapad. She needed to boot everyone off in a hurry and get word to Evant. Fuckfuckfuck, they were going to need the Exeter for the fleet…
“Papa’s in a Bacta tank!? You have to let me out of here now!” Komilia demanded, her tone regaining the dignity of her birth with no hint of the brattiness that previously had been there.
She had forgotten about Sykes. Some things could wait and others could not. She was needed elsewhere.