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The almost fanged grin returned, the sith sensing Victory.
"Okay. Just say the words; let it go. Do that...."
Calliga wiped a bead of sweat from his brow and pushed forth one more cycle of images; this time dangling the image of the "girl" back in front of him. She hovered just out reach, dancing in the darkness, motioning for him.
"tell me where. Tell me who if you can. Do that, and it's paradise."
Calliga whispered, in the town of benevolent god, not a merciless sith.
Distractedly, Calliga fingered his saber hilt again, putting a bit of force pressure into his words, persuading the man to agree.

"Good. As promised..." Calliga commented with a satisfied smile, tapping the "end record" button on his datapad (still hanging handily from his belt.) With one last evil grin, he returned the pleasurable illusion to the man, leaving him staring off into space.
He would have his rewards, exactly as Calliga had promised him: pity he'd likely starve to death before it wore off.
Stepping out off the room, The bandage-clad sith typed on his datapad, then ejected a card from it.
Walking up to the front desk, he tossed the chip on the desk.
"He's broken. Don't touch him, let him fade away: the poor sap thinks he's in a very pleasant state right now. That card has recording of his confession-use it."
Calliga turned to go.
"Oh, by the way. If you should find him to be lying, resist the urge to kill him. He's not useless until you've confirmed the deaths or capture of his friends, then you can deal with him."
Calliga stepped out the door, wiping his brow agian in the cool night air.
The interogation had draiend a good amount of energy from him, and Siren's lesson had left him weaker than he would ever admit....slagit. He'd have to go back and rest for at least a little while.
Returning to the main building, he paused briefly with the receptionist.
"Leave a note for Siren. The problem has been solved. I intend to notify her personally, but the experience required a annoying exertion....so in the event she needs to know now...."
With that, he turned and headed to the room given to him, locking the door and collapsing on the bed again.

The man seemed to be lost to reality, consumed by a dream. A pair of guards looked in just to check, and seeing that he was blankly staring at nothing in particular, just went on their way. Siren's police force weren't as caring as she herself seemed to be.

As Calliga returned, the receptionist complied with his request to leave Siren a note. A short while later, Siren noticed the comm on her wall displaying a new message waiting for her. She sent a reply back, instructing the woman to inform Calliga to come to her quarters whenever he was able. She went back to her bed and layed down again, just to get a little while longer of rest while she could, expecting that Calliga's interrogation of the terrorist took a lot out of him. Afterall, he was still learning, and the prisoner seemed to be very resistant. She guessed even at a quick recovery rate, she'd still at least get a good while to just lay around and take it easy before Calliga was ready to do anything more.

The figure that was revan merely starred at the mando as she made her threat, "You say I made the Mando'ade into a people that can be never destroyed. I did something worse then destroy you, I stripped the Mando'ade of their ambition, their nationhood. Now you are just the pawns of others, with loyalties exchanged with the changing of galactic fortunes. I destroyed imperial Mandalore, and left a scattered band that fights for others rarely for themselves. Yes the Mando'ade are a blade, but there is no one left to wield it."

Then the figure slashed at her, and as the visual blade touched her skin the nanites inflicted pain, simulating the strike of a lightsaber.

* * *

The ship flashed out of hyperspace, its jump short for it had been sleeping mere light years from Korriban. It's puppet of a pilot looked out the transparent canopy at the orb that was below him, and the name which the local beacons declared it to be appeared before it: Obroa-Skai.

" I will see if she's available, sir. " the Twi'lek said, smiling at Calliga as she did so. " I'm not too busy myself, so if she's unavailable, you could... play around with me... to pass the time until then. " she said, her tone a bit sultry. After typing on her console for a moment, she noted that Siren hadn't turned off her 'Do Not Disturbed' sign on her door, most likely not noticing her attendent had turned it on when she left earlier.

Smiling still, she said with a slight sign of eagerness. " I'm sorry, sir, but she's not available right now. "

Being held against the wall and suddenly 'attacked' by Calliga made the twi'lek become a bit excited. Her desire to please him made her easy to manipulate. Surely, Siren would understand that she has to obey this important guest, so it should be alright to ignore the 'Do Not Disturb' message.

" Right this way, sir. " she said, happily leading him to Siren's quarters, hitting a few buttons to open the door when they arrived. Siren's room was rather big, and she was out of earshot of the door opening.

Siren was surprised. She hadn't expected him to be ready for anything so soon, nor did she expect something like this. While she was busy thinking that the twi'lek must've just let him in instead of comming her to say he was coming, she was unaware of his use of the Force, until he had already begun his assault against her.

While he wasn't quite strong enough to overpower her with the Force, he had slowed her from rising up enough until he could physically stop her. The moment he had his hands on her, she lost the battle. Sensing his intent, her shock turned to a feeling of pleasure, knowing what it was he wanted. Laying back down, surrendering to him, she said in a sultry voice, " I'm your slave. Do with me as you wish. "