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Coruscant - lower levels

The two of them walked for some times, Locolvictum and the cloaked figure. It wasn't that they didn't like each other, it was that they were heading towards Locolvictum's office. A place where the many ears around them won't hear.

When they got to Locolvictum's office, Locolvictum sat in his chair and the cloaked figure stood in a corner. Then the hooded figure flipped a switch and the lights went out.

"It has been too long my lord. How long has it been?"

"I would say too long. Skip the pleasantries."

"As you wish. Are you aware of who the prisoner is in the dungeon?"

"I assumed the Emperor was bored and wanted to torture someone."

"No, the prisoner is the head of the Jedi council."

"Really? I will have to speak to the Emperor then, perhaps we could force a trade."

"Trade for what? Lord Willow? I don't think that it is wise to get yourself meddled in the affairs of the Lord Esuritio."

"I would have to agree. Well we can't allow the Jedi to escape, he is too valuable a hostage."

"But we must not allow him to become a martyr. I think it would be in our best interests to create a clone."

"Agreed, but no one can't know what we are doing. This stays between us."

"As you wish my lord."

Coruscant - empty secluded room (somewhere in the Temple)

Skandorous was getting tired of waiting for a task from the Dark Lord. Was he just a prisoner again or where they going to hand him to that idiotic official that he ridiculed. He had been locked in this room since the young girl was taken to the infirmary. There was no lights so an ordinary being wouldn't be able to see. But thanks to his night vision it was clear as day. How long are they going to make me wait in this accursed room! Didn't I just prove myself in front of those pains in the rear! Damn!...At least I still have my weapons this time. Maybe I will tinker on them and improve the armor a bit. There was thankfully a com channel in the back of the near-empty room but it looked like there was no power running to it. Skandorous went over to the machine and started trying to turn the thing on with no avail. Using his strength, he moved the machine from the wall. Oh that's why. He thought as he plugged in the small cable to the wall. The machine came to life sending out sparks a a dusty smell from the wall port. It was an old model that dated back to the Sith Wars Era and luckily for him, being the junk collector he was, he knew how to use it. With about five minutes of tapping the keys and connecting to the mainframe, he found the Emperor's personal com unit. Albeit it took a few hacking skills to get the Emperor's personal device. So he sent a recorded message. The console did not have any visual effects installed so It was all voice over. "Hey Dark Lord! It is that 'Creature' I guess you would call me, that you had locked up in that empty room. How long until I can get something to do other than just sit here? At least send me some scrap parts so I can fix my armor. Some tools would be nice too. Here is the console number to return this message: 586-XY352. Call me back and let me know Your decision."

Coruscant - Temple

Zara's eyes met his as she nodded solemnly.
A shiver went down her spine simply at the knowledge that the Dark Lord of the Empire trusted her more than many of his subjects. It was imperative that she did not let him down this time, that she used this as an opportunity to make up for her previous failure.
As you wish, my Lord.
Her eyes locked onto his for a few seconds longer before she stepped back, bowing one last time as she slipped out the doors of the throne room.
She understood the overwhelming responsibility she had been given, and how important it was that she succeeded in this mission.
Yet in the back of her mind she wondered how, with so many followers of the Empire, she of all people was the one he entrusted with this mission?
Of course, Zara had an advantage in this particular field. Her youth and vulnerable, innocent (albeit misleading) appearance gave her an edge. Not only did others tend to underestimate her abilities, she could easily gain sympathy and trust from those who saw her as a child. Maybe that was why he had chosen her for this mission.

For who would ever suspect the meek little mute girl of espionage?

She knew if she wanted to successfully gain the trust of the Je'Daii she had to make sure her act was believable, and that she would have a good enough reason to want to betray the Empire. She headed down to the prosthetics lab in the medical bay and had wounds applied to her body, including a black eye, to give the illusion that she had been harshly punished for losing the previous battle. The wounds were real, but superficial, and they did not cause her any immediate pain.

Not much later Zara headed quickly and unseen down to the dungeons, a small backpack over her shoulders. Inside of the backpack was an emergency medical kit and rations she had laced with a sedative. The food itself couldn't be all too appetizing, but it was probably better than whatever they were giving him, if they were giving him any food at all.
When she reached the cell of the Je'Daii prisoner, she entered a code into the access panel to lower the force field. Her demeanor was rushed and anxious; she kept looking over her shoulder as though she expected to be caught and punished for being here and helping him. She tossed the pack of supplies into his cell and raised the force field again, her eyes downcast the entire time as if she were ashamed to look him in the eyes. It was all an act, of course, but it was rather believable, after what she had done to him.

In Flight Aboard the Epoch Wren

"You need not worry about me having to conceal my force signature...... I do not shine as brightly as some of the others in my order." The togruta was leaning against the wall, taking his eyes off of the twi'lek who had yet to say a word since his arrival. "Though I am curious as to what the plan is to hide Master Stone, as I recall you and the Emperor have had an encounter back on Nar Shadaa, no?" he stated as much as he asked going off of mere assumptions since he was indisposed during the majority of the operation on the Hutt moon.

Coruscant - Dungeons

Zara waited patiently for the Je'Daii prisoner to respond to her actions, yet she had been there for less than a minute before she heard someone else approaching.
She quickly crouched out of sight behind a security console, waiting for them to pass.
But they were gone in the blink of an eye, so fast that Zara couldn't even catch a glimpse of any distinguishing features.
She wondered what was different... Ah, the tools that the Emperor had left near the cell were gone.
Well... that was strange. She wondered what he could possibly want with those, unless there was another prisoner who was to be interrogated. She crawled out from her hiding place and cast a glance back at the Je'Daii prisoner, who had yet to say a word.
She wondered if she should initiate communication first, yet she still was uncomfortable with using the telepathic link with someone she wasn't sure she could trust yet. For now, she would just wait it out, and see if he was going to eat the food that she had left him.

((Haha it's quite alright!))

Coruscant - Dungeons

A spark of annoyance flashed when she was called a girl yet again. She had been called "girl" a lot since she had arrived here, and this last time finally struck a nerve.
I'm not a girl... I'm at least nineteen. Zara stated defensively, crossing her arms over her chest. Truth was she had lost track of the days since she had been living on the streets, but she figured it had been about two years since the incident, so that made her nineteen, right? She couldn't even remember... she had repressed so many of her memories from that time.
Perhaps to them, she was still a girl. She was shorter than average and she still had a baby face in spite of everything. But she found it hard to believe that after all of the horrors she had endured, she was still seen as a child.
She uncrossed her arms and gestured towards the pack, her face softening slightly.
You're... injured. There's a medpack in there, and some food. I'm... I'm sorry about earlier. I don't know what's gotten into me, ever since I got here...
She did not finish her sentence. She herself didn't quite know what had gotten into her when she had tortured him and actually enjoyed it, but she wasn't sure if the changes she had gone through were a bad thing or not. She was so much stronger than before, and she could embrace her power, not fear it. It was better like this. She didn't want to be that weak little girl anymore, the child that they all thought her to be.