Each day Anya tried something new. At first, having failed in her attempt to seduce the Chiss with his damnable aloof demeanor, she tried it on the guards who came to bring her food to her in her cell, but they were cautious and wary and most likely had their defenses up. It wasn't long before she gave that tactic up for hopeless.
Her cell had been downgraded after her two physical attacks that first day of interview. She had been returned to a room with a cot and not much else. It infuriated her even more. She resolved they'd pay, but the next time they came to interview her nearly a week later, two guards came to the door.
She could sense them outside, and she hid her presence, crouching and waiting. And she waited. And waited. Seconds ticked by into minutes. Her muscles grew tired from crouching for so long. Finally she stood up and backed away from the door. Immediately the door swooshed open.
She rushed them. Had she noticed the pole arm that one of them was carrying, she might have reconsidered, but it was too late now. The stun staff swung in her direction. She tried to dodge the blow but it was too late.
When she awoke, she was in a different cell again, this one with just a mat on the floor for a bed. A Cathar Jedi was standing outside the bars of the door. She recognized him as being the Jedi Master who had greeted them the first day they had landed on Dantooine. "I'm truly sorry about... this," he said, gesturing to the rough duracrete walls.
"Suck go se, kitty cat," she sneered through the pounding headache the stun staff had left her with as a souvenir.
He continued as if she hadn't replied. "We don't want you in here any more than you want to be in here, but you have to give us something in return."
"I'll give you nothing," she said through clenched teeth.
"All we would like is your good behavior. If you can give us that, and show us that you should be treated better then we'll be able to return you to better accommodations," the cat-like humanoid explained to her.
Anya got to her feet. Her head felt like a thousand gundarks were having a wrestling match inside of it but despite that she sauntered over to the bars of the cage door. Anya smiled, and then spit at the Jedi Master, which he easily batted aside with the Force before the spittle could touch him.
"Tyr and I will never submit to the will of the Jedi," she screamed.
"I see," Master Taisun said sadly. "I had truly hoped that things would turn out different. They still could. But that will be up to you."
"We'll never stop fighting you," Anya said, plopping down on the mat on the floor.
Taisun turned to leave, then paused. He looked at her thoughtfully. "You might be interested in knowing that your partner is, at this very moment, sitting and talking with Val just as he has done every day since he arrived. Their conversations have become quite amiable."
Anya didn't move or give any sign that she had heard the Jedi.
"He's still being housed in the same type of suite that you and he began your stay in... and he's currently wearing the change of clothes we provided for him," Taisun added.
The Sith's head snapped up sharply. "You lie!" she said vehemently.
"Search your feelings."
Anya jumped up and ran at the cell door, clawing at the the humanoid Jedi through the bars. "No! You lie! I'll kill you! What did you do to Tyr, you brain-washing hwoon dahn! You gou tsao de Jedi!"
Taisun shook his head sadly as he walked away from the cell. He could still hear her screaming even after leaving that part of the building. He was thankful the Younglings in the upper levels couldn't hear the foul things she was spewing.
Later, he conferred with Master Tanner Solumi and informed him of how the conversation had gone.
"I think we may be wasting our time with that one, just as Nal predicted," the Cathar concluded.
"I agree," Tanner said. "We don't have any other cells to put her in but we can isolate her from any contact. We'll get that old T1 utility droid to take her meals to her."
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