Val stood outside the door to the Detention Suite with one other Jedi, a young man brought here by Masters Taisun and Solumi for the express purpose of guarding the prisoners. Most Sith were taken to Coruscant, but this operation was still on-going and their plan called for a much smaller, quieter location.
Currently the Chiss was wondering just what skill level the Sith inside the suite actually had. She had managed to stay elusive enough to avoid the Jedi and other authorities for quite some time, yet here she was, not even bothering to conceal herself on the other side of the door.
Val could sense that she was tense, yet patient and a little excited. Her intentions were clear as day to him. She had sensed the arrival of the two Jedi and was coiled on the other side of the door, ready to pounce. The big Jedi shook his head sadly and looked over at the guard. "You ready for this?" he asked.
In response, the Sith guard just patted the pair of energy binders clipped to his belt, then crouched into a defensive fighting stance. Val punched in the code and the door swooshed open.
Out popped a blonde human fighting like one of the Kath hounds native to the plains of Dantooine. She sprang straight for the guard and swinging her fist at his head. He ducked his head back as he swung his arm up, deflecting the rest of the blow.
He turned slightly sideways and, using her own momentum against her, allowed her to pass by and giving her back a shove with his opposite hand. The block and sidestep all flowed together in one fluid movement, resulting in the Sith crashing into the duracrete wall just beyond him.
Anya grunted in pain. Slamming into the wall had been the least of her expectations and had been quite painful. She tried to pop up and spin around to face the two Jedi but a hand grabbed her wrist, pulled it behind her back and shoved it up until she thought she could almost touch the back of her neck. She was mashed against the wall as the weight of a body was slammed into her, effectively pinning the Sith. She screamed in pain and rage, sure that her arm was about to be ripped out of it's socket. Suddenly she felt the familiar cold rings of a pair of energy binders being snapped over her wrists, holding them securely in place at the small of her back.
Anger flooded her as her first escape attempt came to a disastrous close. She swore under her breath at her own stupidity, immediately knowing where she went wrong. She had been so focused on her plan of attack that she had forgotten to conceal herself. They had been completely ready for her 'ambush.' On top of that, this peon was clearly an expert in some martial hand-to-hand style of combat.
Anya was pulled back from the wall and spun to face the tall, broad-shouldered Jedi. What she saw in his eyes angered her only further. Pity. This fool actually felt sorry for her. She vowed to make him pay for underestimating her and spat in his direction. He dodged his head almost casually.
"Please don't do that, Ms. Tachi," he said calmly, his arms folded across his chest.
It dawned on her that he hadn't even moved a muscle when she had come through the door.
"I really don't want to have to gag you," he told her, "but we will if we have to." Val stepped past her and moved down the hallway. The guard, his charge deftly in hand, followed.
In her mind she went through her list of Force powers, desperately trying to think of one that would be of use right now, but unless making small objects invisible or altering her hair color would somehow free her, she was out of luck.
If only I knew how to choke someone, or make lighting, she thought to herself, but despite her many attempts, she had never been able to manage either of those. She settled for trying to imagine what color the Chiss's guts would be if they were strewn across the floor.
Suddenly, it dawned on her. Her best power, other than creating illusions, was her ability to make people fall in love with her. It had worked easily on the clients she had seen during her 'escort' days back on Corellia. It hadn't worked quite as well on Tyr, but if she could bewitch a Force user like him, surely it would work on a Jedi, too.
Except he'd never let his guard down as long as she was fighting. He had to think it might be real.
She closed her eyes as they walked down different corridors and through doorways, allowing herself to be guided by the guards firm grip. She did her best to meditate and shove the rage and anger into a deep recess inside of her and lock it away in a place where no Force user could detect it. The blonde Sith then did her best to cover it up with a sense of peace... and a bit of sorrow for good measure.
Finally they stopped and Anya opened her eyes. She was in a small duracrete room with a table in the center and two duraplast chairs, sealed to the floor. The guard seated her in one of the chairs while Val took the other.
She took a moment to look around. There wasn't much to see. The walls were an unpainted gray as was the door. The only other things in the room were holo-cams mounted in secure housings in each corner of the ceiling.
Anya turned slightly and indicated the energy binders. "Please? They chafe," she asked calmly.
The big Jedi looked at her with his blood-red eyes that seemed to peer deep inside. She wondered if he could sense what she was up to, but nothing in his manner changed. In fact, she couldn't recall every getting any sense of emotion other than calm and peacefulness from him every time he had been around. The other Jedi, however, was clearly apprehensive.
"Do you think you can behave?" Val asked her.
"Of course," she responded almost sourly. It was a struggle to maintain this other persona, but she had done a superb job of acting for many of her Corellian clients. She knew she could do this. "I... it's just... I'm... back there... it was a mistake." She dropped her eyes down to her lap, trying to show shame.
She could sense the man behind her was still apprehensive, but despite that, Val said, "Well, we'll give you a second chance then." He indicated to the guard to remove the binders and leave. The man hesitated a moment, but then did as he was expected. The door whooshed closed behind him.
"Now tell me," Val began calmly. "Where is your base?"
Now was the time to start adding the charm. Anya had never figured out quite how this power worked, but if she could just kiss him, she knew she he'd be powerless. She smiled as she tilted her head down and looked up at him. "Korriban, of course," she said, jokingly referring to the traditional Sith homeworld were their Academy still lay in ruins.
The Jedi didn't smile.
Uh, oh, she thought to herself. This might be harder than I expected.
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