Val sat across from the Sith woman and simply waited for her to take his question seriously.
Anya nervously chuckled. "I'm not really sure where the others are now. Ever since our last trip to Korriban, we've all been on the run. We've actually only met up with them once recently, and that was in the middle of space. We've been going separate directions since then. I think they were setting us up to be caught, actually."
She tried to look pitiful. She hated that she couldn't tell if it was working. The Chiss' eyes betrayed nothing but his usual calm.
"Ms. Tachi, tell me. Why did you join the Sith?"
"Call me Anya. Please?" She batted her eyes just a bit, trying to reconcile with the Jedi, while still keeping her apologetic body language.
"Only if you insist. Please continue, Anya."
She sighed. This wasn't going to be hard to fake sadness for. She hated telling this story. Instead, she'd have to try to avoid spilling out rage, as it was the memories she pulled upon to call on the Dark Side of the Force. For the first time in a while, she allowed her eyes to well up in the tears she needed as she recanted the tale of being rejected by the Jedi at a young age, and the horrible years that followed. She explained that she never wanted to be helpless again, and knowing that she had some aptitude in the Force, even if it was little, made her think that it was her best opportunity.
Neglected by the Jedi, she bawled, she had nowhere else to turn.
Val nodded. "As I understand it, many stories that lead to the Sith begin with tragedies. I do not have all the details in front of me, but I understand there was some... questionable recruiting issues years ago. If you remember correctly, I apologize on behalf of our order."
Containing her anxiety, Anya didn't make eye contact with him. She was growing to hate his emotionless red eyes. She simply stared at the table and sniffled.
"Do you know why we had to capture you, Anya?"
"Because of Coruscant... and stuff."
"Kind of, yes. You're in a great deal of trouble. If we didn't capture you, someone somewhere would have taken you down. With us, we hope to have a chance to help you to relieve some of the bad you did. You can never erase it... but by becoming a power for good in the galaxy, you can simply help."
She looked up at the Jedi once more, and it took everything she had to keep the hate from her expression. She wasn't positive that she succeeded.
"We want to help, Anya. We want to help your friends before they get in more trouble and bite off more than they can chew. I'm sure you're aware of the history of the Sith. Regardless of how powerful they become, it never ends well. We want to help you."
She couldn't take his glare anymore. He was trying to sound compassionate, but he was a blue skinned freak that could never understand what she'd been through. "If you wanted to help me." She started, calmly.
"You should have taken me away from my family before they made me a slave and a piece of meat!"
She lunged over the table and grasped for the ugly sub-human's neck with both of her hands.
As though he was simply catching a datachip tossed to him, he casually intercepted her attack with one hand grasping both of her wrists.
She squirmed and pulled as much as she could, but she was stuck laying prone on the table with her arms stretched out in front of her. He was holding on to her arms tight enough that she couldn't move much else of her body at all.
"Ms. Tachi, we are trying to be accommodating and welcoming for you. You're making this hard on yourself. For that, I'm sorry."
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"I tried to tell you masters." Nal shook her head, glad that she wasn't asked to be in the same room as that Sith trash. She had to maintain a half-meditation to keep calm even watching via holo in the next room. "Dis one is psychotic. She will not help us, and I do not tink she is redeemable."
"Everyone has their place in the galaxy. She may yet prove useful, do not give up hope." Master Solumi gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "You did the right thing bringing her back. For her and for you. Do not doubt that."
She turned and gave a proper bow to her elder. "Yes, Master. Of course."
Solumi grabbed his comlink. "Val, we're going to have to follow the program and move her to a lower level cage. If she doesn't appreciate hospitality, she doesn't have to have it."
On the holo, they saw Val tap his earbud comm and nod as the guards dragged out the recently re-cuffed blond Sith, kicking and screaming. "Agreed, Master Solumi. I will walk her down myself."
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