[B]Collaboration by Kentsukan and Rtron: Calista and Sish:[/B]

Calista was never a great fan of solitude: while she didn't want to be alone all the time, she appreciated solitude more often than not. This sort of solitude had become a rarity ever since she had been captured and imprisoned on the Sith ship. The blood on her face was washed off, but it had long sense turned brown and crusty on her robes. A bracelet made of a lock of blonde hair rested on her hands, worn and faded with time. [I]"I wonder, where is she? Is she even alive after all this time?"[/I] She thought. As if to answer that question, suddenly, a great mass of dark energy seemed to be coming closer and closer. [I]"Strange. It almost seems as if... No. No, no."[/I] Her eyes widenened and flashed back to a time years ago, when she was trying to track the woman whose hair was in her hands with psychometry. Of how there was an aura that put a black veil over her eyes. The sight of a Trandoshan throwing that woman out a window. [I]"It's him."[/I] Her eyes glanced back at the bracelet, now eyeing it as if it was poison. She shoved it within the folds of her robes--[I]"No, wait, that might not work!"[/I] Her mind frantically worked as it thought of a possible place to hide the bracelet. [I]"Where, where, where...? ... The toilet?"[/I] She looked at the toilet in her room wearily, and made a small disgusted face at the bracelet. It could work; the stench of her waste could overpower the smell of a bracelet that was six years old. [I]"I have no choice."[/I] Quickly, she ran over to the toilet and placed the bracelet inside, then stood before it and tapped her foot. [I]"Now what?"[/I] She decided to run to the bed and sit down: all she could do was wait. She took in a deep breath, and resigned herself to her fate. She had wondered about the Trandoshan Kinsa had seen: now she knew. Whether or not that was a good sign, however, was very unlikely. 
 
Sish walked into the Jedi's prison chamber, still one eyed, grinning. He couldn't help it. This was almost as good as killing the Jedi. Almost, but not quite. Alas, seeing as he would be in trouble if he did kill the Jedi, he would have to settle for causing them intense amounts of pain and breaking them. The longer it took, the better. After all, there wasn't any fun in breaking a jedi like a twig within one session. Well...there was a lot of fun in that actually. But it was more enjoyable to break a resilient one rather than to break a weak one. He didn't want to waste any energy on dragging the Jedi to a cell, like he had the last one. All that torture...lost because he had wanted a few moments of fun before hand. 
 
"I won't lie and say I'd prefer if you came quietly. I'd much prefer if you fought and gave me reason to harm you. Severely. But, it is your choice. Come quietly, and save yourself a bit of pain, or fight, and have my fun begin even sooner."
 
[I]"Lovely,"[/I] Calista thought to herself as the Trandoshan entered her room, her eyes fallimg closed for a moment as she listened to him speak. She almost wanted to let out a sigh of relief simply because she was right. And he didn't seem to notice the existence of the bracelet, so Calista took it as a win. [I]"But... Should I resist like he wants? Or come quietly?"[/I] It literally didn't matter what she did at this point; his presence here signaled an official beginning to physical torture. She didn't see much of a point at it at all, however, gaining his contempt might make the overall session worse due to his distaste. Of course he could always torture her more simply to see if she'd fight back, though she doubted she'd be in an actual position to do so during the session. It was surprising to begin with that he even granted her an option. [I]"Invoke the wrath of a Sith Lord... Or invoke it later. Hurry up and pick, Calista!"[/I] Her mind yelled at her in frustration. 
 
Finally, she merely held her hands up in surrender, showing a willingness to come without a fight. [I]"If there's really a chance for me to escape, I'll see then. Until then, I'll come quietly. I'm a Jedi; not a beast that fights on command."[/I]
 
Sish made a disappointed sound, before grabbing Calista by the upper arm(none to gently), and dragging her to a cell. The same process as with Xid happened. The girl was restrained, and Sish grinned at her once more. "Before we begin, is there any information you'd like to offer, Republic defenses, secrets, army placements, that could help you avoid this whole experience?" That was a lie of course. She'd have to go through whatever tortures Sish desired, even if she was telling the truth. He didn't care about information, or conversion. He only cared about pain, causing pain to the Jedi and watching them break.
 
Though it would be easier to explain if he went overboard if the Jedi refused to give up any information. In a hostile manner, of course.
 
Calista did not give Sish the pleasure of hearing a noise from her as she was dragged out of her room and restrained against a table. It was starting to get difficult to regulate her breathing as steady breaths instead of erratic ones. She knew this was coming: she had no naïve beliefs to the contrary when she first arrived on the ship. But being just moments away from it made it entirely different. [I]"You can do this, Calista. You can do this. He can hurt you all he want, but he can't kill you. With luck, you'll pass out quickly. Be brave."[/I] With that she turned to face Sish with as steady a gaze as she could muster and responded to him evenly. "I have nothing to say. I was at the JedI Temple for the duration of the war. Any useful intel I could have had was destroyed when the Sith destroyed the Temple. And my answer matters little." 
 
Sish's grin never wavered. "True, but you could still remember that information. Especially since it's important." At her final words, he snorted a little, before responding. "What? You don't trust my word? I'm insulted." False innocence dripped from his words, bellying the hurt look on his face. Without waiting for a response, he raised a claw and pierced her skin at the temple, going in about an inch before dragging it slowly down to her jaw.
 
Her jaw clenched and her hands clenched into white knuckled fists. When the finger reached her jaw, her muscles loosened because of the pain of sliced flesh. She breathed in a shakoer breath, and swallowed a whimper that tried to claw ita way from her throat. Her head also tilted back and her eyes squeezed shut. [I]"F-Force... S-Sharp... Ow..."[/I] Calista now felt sorry for the two Zabraki who fought him in their memories. [I]"Why hurt my jaw when you want me to talk...? Don't let him hear you in pain, Calista!"[/I] She looked back up at Sish with pain in her eyes, but her gaze conveyed what she could have in words (speaking would hurt thanks to her injured jaw): [B]no[/B]. 
 
Sish chuckled. Defiance. That was good. She wouldn't be like the Barbel, falling within the first few hours. Though, the Barbel did die almost immediately after that. Which meant, obviously, he was simply not strong enough to be a Sith [i]or[/i] a Jedi!(Sish catalogues the Greys as Jedi. If you're not a Sith, you're an enemy, a Jedi, a weakling.) Rather than doing what he wanted to do(which is continue the torture until she started screaming), he leaned close to her ear, making sure to memorize her scent, and spoke softly. 
 
"You know who I found before the Temple came fully under our control? Younglings, roughly a dozen or so of them. They were being protected by a Padawan, no older than yourself. By the time his head stopped rolling, two of them were missing limbs. I took my time. I can still hear the screams as limb, after limb was removed. Some were lucky. I tore their throats out with my jaws. Tell me, Jedi. If your Order was so powerful, so strong,why couldn't you have stopped that? You couldn't have. Because you're weak. Held back. "
 
"I..." Her voice was also soft, due to the pain in her jaw, "... Can't... Say. I make no assumptions about whether or not I could have protected them. I would have certainly tried... At least. They are dead. They have become one with the Force: it matters little now. What is strength, to you? To the Sith? Might?"
 
Sish laughed. "One with the Force? Doubtful. They're dead, and only cold oblivion awaits them. You would have tried and failed, Jedi, because you're weak. You do not possess the strength required to win the fight, much less the war." He considered he final question for a few moments before responding. "Strength is not only might, Jedi. Anyone could have that, be they Sith, Jedi, or barroom brawler. What strength is, is emotional freedom. Honesty. You hold yourselves back from most emotions, or all emotions. You claim they make you fall, make you evil. Not always Jedi, not always. The fall is a personal choice. The emotions, are nothing more than strength. Imagine what you could do if you'd give into your anger. Your hate. Your fear. Your love. Strength does not come from the calm, still, pond. It comes from the raging storm. Life is struggle, not peace."
 
"Hmm. True, the Jedi do not advovate the indulgence of emotions." Calista made a thoughtful noise and a shrug in acquiesce. "I've never been fond of either extremes. Complete and total apathy isn't correct. We are mortal. Our emotions are a part of our mortality. But surrendering to them isn't right either. It is too chaotic. Too intoxicating. It can just as easily cause a loss in mortality. A moment of happiness does not lead to the Dark Side. Small emotions--happiness, affection, a little sadness--these are not the problem. The problem is bottling them up, or worse, their extremes. Euphoria. Rage. Depression. And... Passion. These are dangerous. And they must be controlled. You say power comes from the raging storm. There is power in a raging storm--a raw, tangible power. But that isn't the only form of power. Balance... Serenity... The rain. There is power in even the smallest trickle of water. There is power in control. A subtle power, one not easily discerned. And there is an eye in the middle of every storm. While chaos and struggle are everywhere, order and peace can be found even within the most tumbulous corners." Love, however, struck a chord with Calista. Love was the enigma out of the emotions listed so far. Was it so bad? Could she even say? Or was she biased? Regardless, she wouldn't touch that subject. Too dangerous. 
 
"It may not be the only form. But it is the strongest." Sish leaned back and casually gripped Calista's arm once more, drawing blood, before unleashing force lightning, coursing through her body. This one was unexpected. Discussion, rather than defiance. It made for a refreshing change. Still, she was a Jedi, and she was still going to be tortured with much glee by the Trandoshan, but there had been a slight change in her standing. Not much, but it's a start, at least. He kept the lighting going for several seconds before releasing her. "Information. Defense systems. Troop locations. Jedi temples." He demanded.
 
Calista winced at his grip, but the sudden surge of Force Lightning caused her body to spasm and her nerves to scream in pain. She could form no coherent thoughts at the surge of electrical power, and her mouth opened to let out a scream. Still, she tried to resist, and her mouth shut, letting only a very pained whimper escape her lips. [I]"So that's... That's Force Lightning... I think I saw the stars..."[/I] The back of her head leaned against the table, and her head shook. "N-no!"
 
"It would be an end to the pain. You'd return to your cell, and the torture would stop. All that's required is that you give up a few locations. A few system passwords. It would be easy, it would be quick.", Sish said, licking the blood from his claws. That was a token gesture. He knew she wouldn't crack at just a few words, and she knew it to. Still, it was an attempt. Even if she did, through some way, break at those words, he wouldn't stop. He'd have to, professionally of course, assume she was lying.
 
[I]"No. No he won't."[/I] Her brain told her. Obviously she couldn't voice that, but from what she had seen, past and present, her words had no bearing. Even if they were true. For however long she would stay on the ship, she had to delay her spilling of the beans until the Republic successfully negotiated their release. Or if they escaped. Regardless, she had to stay silent. For her own sake, her friends' sake, and the sakes of Jedi not onboard the ship. [I]"How can I get him to end this quickly...? Without giving up?"[/I] She wracked her mind for a solution, and the only one that came to mind was to anger him enough to hurt her to the point of blacking out. [I]"Let's see if this works...! Force help me!"[/I] Wordlessly, Calista snorted, and spat a loogie at Sish's face. She even used a bit of the Force to guide it right at his face. If she was lucky, it would hit his eye. Or his nose. Or face in general. 
 
Sish didn't react as one might expect. There was no roaring in anger, no cursing her, no snarls. He simply grinned wider. But his anger and rage swelled, the darkness Calista sensed filling the room around them. Sish's vision went red with rage and he wiped off the loogie off of his face and went to work. It was over within several long minutes and by the time it ended Calista was a mess. Most of the bones in her arms and legs broken at least once, clothes torn from claw rendings, Ribs cracked and broken. Her body covered in blood and cuts and burn marks from lightning. She had passed out a few minutes ago, Sish refusing to let her have the bliss of unconsciousness until he was done. Roughly, Sish dragged her from the torture room to the medical room.

The staff didn't react beyond a widening of eyes, going through a hustle bustle of work, ending up with the Jedi in a Kolto Tank. Sish left, but not before ensuring there was a couple squads of troopers watching the Jedi until she was returned to her cell. He didn't make the same mistake twice.