"I'm not telling you anything, scum" The trooper sneered from his position on his knees, his face was bloodied and bruised, his nose bent in an unnatural way. His breathing was rapid, with every breath his bloody mouth could be seen, several teeth missing from apparent repeated beatings. 

"You [i]should[/i] tell me."

"You think that will work on me? We've been trained to resist mind tricks. I'm not telling you, anything, period." A smirk appearing on his face.

"That is unfortunate." Kadan Vicitius replied, standing behind the soldier, his voice calm but unsettling, he was cloaked in a dark robe, arms folded over each other, a curved lightsaber hilt hanging from his belt.

"It doesn't matter, you would kill me anyway if I did actually speak." 

"It would've saved you from a less painful death, now nothing can stop that." The Sith replied, a smirk appearing underneath the hood covering his head as he said the words, then his hand flinched, the lightsaber unhooking in the air and going up to the hand, his twisted fingers grasping it, one on the button to ignite the blade.

"Do your worst."

"I can try," As the lightsaber was ignited, the trooper letting out a nervous blink as he heard the sound. He then leveled the lightsaber at the trooper's midsection, then slowly slid it into the body, the flesh burning as the blade sliced through. "I can stop when you want me to, just tell me the information I need." Kadan said, almost whispering into the trooper's ear.

"Scr-rew you." 

"You're really that committed to them, are you? Willing to die an excruciating death for them?" The Sith spoke, his voice persuasive with a taunting tone to it. The captured soldier did not reply as the blade was in the center of his body, Kadan still moving it. The trooper still alive, but he could feel the man near the breaking point, which was reached when the soldier let out a pain filled scream as Kadan nearly finished.

Kadan sped up the blade, completely bisecting his poor foe, then finished the man off with a stab through the chest. As he turned off his weapon he moved through the base, chatter of the Republic breaking through appearing in his ears, he would need to get out there and aid in the battle, hopefully take down some of the Jedi fools along the way.

He emerged to watch the Republic break through, through the Force sensing Jedi, his eyes scanning the scenario, finding them, he needed to find a moment to strike, even he with all of his strength could not survive getting surrounded by Republic lackeys all while dueling with a Jedi. His thoughts moved to where the escape ships were located in case he was indeed overmatched, then he knew the route to take in order to get away and fight another day. His thoughts interrupted by four Republic soldiers apparently noticing him, their crude blasters leveled.

He sprung into action, his lightsaber in his hand in a flash, the weapon ready for war as he leaped above them, landing behind the troopers, he stabbed backwards and satisfyingly felt his weapon make contact, slicing through the foe like he was a pillow. The three others looking in surprise as Kadan moved to his next target, raising his weapon to deflect a blaster bolt, then to take another swing which chopped one of the trooper's arms clean off. Two left.

He jumped forward, then swung to his right, stabbing through the chest of one of the soldiers, one left, his blaster raised, wildly squeezing the trigger, Kadan blocking the bolts which actually posed a threat to him. He rose a hand, picking the soldier off the ground with the Force, then motioned the hand forward, sending the trooper flying forward towards the entrance, a scream emitting from the man as he slammed into the hard ground. Kadan discarding his cumbersome robe as the man flew, now down to his preferred combat clothing.

Kadan moved forward, eyes focused on the next challenger, his weapon clenched tightly in his right hand, his mind focused. He could sense some remaining Sith soldiers falling in behind him, they needed someone to lead, without a leader they were quite mindless. He needed to make time for a retreat, the Republic had numbers, they would need to fall back, while he hated running from battle, sometimes it was the best option, but that was later for him.