"Are you going to ignore me forever?" Anya asked. Both she and Tyr were held in Universal Energy Cages set up inside a large room in the brig on board the Republic Hammerhead-class cruiser, Unity. The cages were designed specifically to hold Force users and reflect their Force powers back toward them two-fold. It allowed non-Force using members of the crew to attend to their two Sith prisoners. Two other empty cages sat in the same room as well. Apparently they had anticipated up to four prisoners at once. It was a telling fact as a single cage was built and installed at enormous cost.
Tyr was in no mood to talk. He hadn't been in the mood since coming to in the ship's prison two days ago despite all of Anya Tachi's attempts at conversation. He couldn't so soon forget the thrall in which she had held him for so long. He looked back on that time in sheer awe. He could vividly remember her acting the task master and him complying so completely, no matter how poorly she had treated him.
If only he had had his wits about him sooner. He never would have left Trychon and Raezyr behind. What a fool he had been to let her convince him he was in charge. In retrospect, his Sith training had nearly stalled while his fellow Sith apprentices' had clearly advanced well beyond his own level. Had they stayed, his own mastery of the Dark Side would be just as competent as theirs, and maybe he would have stood a chance against that damnable blue Jedi.
The more Tyr thought back though, the more he began to realize that it had been Trychon who had sent Anya and him away in the first place. Could it have been possible that it was their plan all along to hoard the training to themselves and thus subjugate Anya and himself? No, the two Sith had sought them out, called them back and had initiated the plans to bring their training up to speed and fill them in on the things they had missed. But still... they were Sith.
He dismissed the idea finally. Sith or not, they were friends and two of the few people he knew he could trust with his life. No, this whole mess was Anya's fault. Her and that psychotic ego of hers. And his fault too. He had failed to keep his guard up and got caught up in the fun and the passion. It suddenly dawned on him why the Jedi so abhorred emotions. They were dangerous. He'd just make sure he stayed in control of them next time.
Tyr flexed his hand and looked down at the temporary prosthesis. It was like a big clumsy metal gauntlet enveloping his entire hand. Sure, it replaced his non-existent thumb, but it was so unwieldy that his hand was barely useful anyway. He glanced over at Anya and the similar field prosthetic she had on her hand and wondered just exactly what she was missing. He hoped it had been extremely painful.
Anya Tachi saw Tyr looking over at her. "Hey, we have to start trying to figure a way out of here," she said. "Next time a guard comes in, try using a push or something."
It was too much for Tyr. "Hu che hou zi de pi gu," he said with a snarl. "I'm not your slave anymore."
Anya looked indignant. "No need to get testy," she replied. After a moment she added, "Apparently your two days of silence turned you into a potty mouth."
All Tyr wanted to do was to shut her up and hurt her at the same time. "I'm sure you were called worse back in your Corellian whore house."
The blonde Sith's pale face went red, then turned white. She opened her mouth to say something but Tyr interrupted.
"Shut up and listen to me for once!" he screamed. "We've been doing this your way for a long time and all it's gotten us is an energy cage and a metal glove. Well, we are going to get out of here, but we're going to do it my way. I don't know where they're taking us, but when we get there, we'll figure something out, but for now: SHUT UP!"
"Dantooine," said a voice from the door. Both of the Sith apprentice's heads snapped around. During the yelling, they hadn't heard the door to their cage chamber swoosh open. The big Chiss Jedi took a step into the room and the door closed behind him with a slight clang. "We're headed for Dantooine, at the moment," he said.
"Now that no one is trying to kill anyone, I thought I'd come in and see how you both are doing," he said as he walked toward the cages. "My name is Val, by the way. I don't think we've ever been introduced."
"I don't care what your name is, you blue freak," Anya said vehemently. "When I get out of here, I'm going to kill you, you know that, right?"
"I'd sure hate for that to happen, Anya," Val replied. "Personally, I'd love to see you join me on the Light Side of the Force."
"No," she replied in a low menacing voice. "I'll never join you."
"Well, if you won't turn to the light, then maybe he will," Val said, indicating Tyr.
"My father was a Jedi Knight," Tyr said coldly. "I slew him with his own lightsaber."
"Yes... I know. It was a sad day for the Order. I met Jaron before he died. He was a good Jedi, and he loved you very much, or so I'm told," Val said.
Tyr's face twisted. "That's a damn dirty lie."
"I'll admit that's possible," Val said, completely unphased. "Regardless, there are some people who would very much like to speak to you on that subject when we get to Dantooine."
Val turned and headed toward the door. He paused before leaving. "I do hope you both change your minds about joining us. I can imagine those cages are quite inhibiting. I know I'd hate to be stuck in one for a long period of time." He closed the door behind him without waiting for a response.
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