[center][u][b]Sish~l~Xid: Rtron and Fallenreaper[/b][/u][/center]

Sish was walking towards the prisoner cells when another Sith, the useless one that had gotten captured by a Jedi, ran past him. She smelled of fear and panic. He was mildy curious for three seconds. Then, his mind returned to the Jedi he was going to kill, and he forgot all about the useless human female and her terrified sprinting. He had located which cell the Jedi was in beforehand, using a computer to find the information he needed. As soon as that was done, he left, going as fast as possible wihtout actually running. A few more moments passed after Thalia ran by him, and a medic team followed by troopers ran past him, heading for the prionser cells. Now his curiosity was roused, if only because he was worried they were going for [i]his[/i] Jedi. There was no fun in killing a nearly dead or severly wounded opponent! It would be like crushing a bug! Short, and depressingly unsatisfying. 

So, Sish was greatly relieved when Strago was rushed by him, rather than the Jedi he was promised. Within a few minutes, he was at the cells and entering them. The smell of cooked flesh, and the prisoners inside looked like they had been through hell. Which wasn't much of a surprise, given that this was essentially hell for the Jedi. He ignored every prisoner except the one he was supposed to kill. Walking forward with a feral grin on his face, he activated his lightsaber. The Jedi backed away, perhaps sensing what was to come. "It would be easier if you just faced your death with some form of guts. Less work for the both of us."

Xid hadn't paid attention to where his sluggish steps had taken him and his head slightly throbbed from the effort to help Strago, the day seemed more hellish the longer it went. Not that he could tell day from night anymore. Merely they just melted into one another and his mind gave up trying to tear them apart as now all his thoughts turned to sleep. Rest might heal his pain. At least the physical type. The nightmare wouldn't give him any mercy, the young Padawan felt, before something nudged his mind. 

Immediately his feet moved. His body darted, wearily, to one side. Too quickly in fact that he failed to registered which way he had shifted, stepped away his cell and towards Taia's! It took a moment for the Padawan to realize it until the familiar sound of the bulk doors opened. A strong dread washed over the youth when his eyes spotted Sish's form walk into the Cell Block, his claws clicked and clanked on route towards where the pair were. His form passed each field as it went down, the Sith ignored Xid to stop in front of the older Jedi. His claws clicked his lightsaber to life that casted its bronze. 

[i]Not again...[/i] Xid thought with wide eyes, his body moved from against the wall to step between Sish and Taia. He didn't stop the next word from exiting his lips, struggling to remain on his feet during his statement. His eyes lite with something deeper and different then before. "I can't let this happen again..." 

Right around the same time that the soon-to-be-dead Jedi ran out of room to run away from him, another one stepped in his way. Sish turned his gaze from the terrified Taia to the exhausted Xid, glaring. He couldn't maim or kill the other Jedi, not without repercussions. But, that didn't mean he was just going to let the annoying Jedi get in his way. Still, he noted that there was something different in the Jedi's eyes, and in his bearing. He wasn't the cowed pathetic bug from before. Sish shifted his stance so he was facing Xid in a more ready position, before responding. "You won't let it happen. You'll just not get in my way after a nice little show of attempting to defend her. With that, he shoved Xid out of his way with a strong Force Push.

Xid wasn't strong in the Force enough to stop the Sith from tossing him away. He felt his body shoved to the side, his feet lifted off the ground in his tumbled towards the wall. Wham. His body hit it hard enough, the pain rippled through his spine and head, his mind saw stars. For a moment, the Padawan blinked. His thought stalled in his stun before he tried to get up. His boot slipped out from under him, preventing his weak form from rising. [i]No...NO![/i] Xid's mind screamed at his fumble. 

 Managing to sit up, he held out his hand and attempted a force push at Sish's leg. A weak one thanks to the strength sapped from healing Strago. He would be surprised if Sish could even notice it, let along affect the Transhadon. 

Ignoring the Jedi he had thrown to the side, Sish walked ever closer to Taia. The padawan had ran out of room to retreat to, and threw up her hands at Sish, as if to fend off any blows. The Trandoshan was distracted by the light tug from Xid, and when the much stronger push from Taia arrived, he stumbled backwards. Seeing an opportunity, Taia tried to run past Sish, to at least make more space between him and her. Seeing her attempt to run past out of his good eye, Sish lashed out with his lightsaber.

A scream echoed in the small chamber as the lightsaber sliced into Taia's leg at the thigh. The girl crumbled to the ground, and Sish regained his balance. Walking over, he grinned at her before kicking Taia in the side. His claw came back bloody, having torn through flesh and robes, breaking ribs in the process.

The crack of bones and sight of blood made Xid's body shake. His mouth couldn't allow the words to escape as his hand pressed against the wall, unable to rise and help. He knew he had to do something. Not just sit here and watch her died, his mind felt a bit numb to the sight.The youth's breathing seemed never to settle in his lungs, his heart raced like a hooved animal that beat at his chest. What good was he if he couldn't save her? The question seemed to taunt and torment him, the unsaid truth that proved he was pathetic. Then again he never put much worth in his own life. A mere tech who's only worth was tinkering with machine but the creature that did this, he was bone and flesh. The plain fact Sish was living made Xid unless. 

A memory... that familiar voice echoed past words again. [i]You and I, we see the world very differently. Why change our view of the world when it's easier to just adapt the world itself to our view?[/i] 

The Padawan blinked for a moment and let the slight click set in. How could he had forgotten that? After all this time it never made sense before until now. Xid closed his eyes, forced his breathing and body to settle through Taia's screaming. Each time the Sith kicked harder depriving some sick pleasure from the blood he drew and the bone he broke. Not easy to ignore the sounds during the struggle as he fought the shivers that finally died down. Under his breath Xid muttered an inaudible phrase then snapped his eyes open. His teeth gritted and hand flipped out, pointed at Sish's planted foot. Energy, small but focused aimed at the Sith's leg where the Achilles tendon was. 

Just as he was bringing his leg back for another kick, taking a pleasure in the blood slowly pooling beneath Taia's body, he suddenly felt pain in the back of his ankle. Pain the blossomed into a small, centralised form of agony as he felt the tendon snap. He hit the ground with a thud, snarling a curse in his native language. Taia was too busy curling in a ball from the pain to have done it, and there was only one other Jedi in this room. Sish glared at Xid, wishing that the Minder had made it three targets rather then just two. It would so easy just to kill the both of them and be done with it! But no. He had seen what happened to the apprentice that had killed the prisoners without permission. While he doubted they would be able to do that to him, he also knew that his own punishment would be very painful, and not very fast. 

So, rather than impaling his lightsaber in the two Jedi and leaving, he raised a clawed hand towards Xid. Without a word, lightning arced from his hand to the Jedi, fueled by Sish's hatred, frustration and anger. 

Pain... the lightning hit Xid like a familiar feeling that seemed to rip him apart. He let out a scream, long and loud, his force released from the Sith. His focus torn between fighting the pain and not seizing up. His muscles tensed, seemed to fold up or collapse in on themselves. He couldn't just stop now. His heart seemed ready to bust from his chest, the purple jagged lines raced up his arms and legs seemingly to cook his flesh. [i]Focus...Focus through it...[/i] Xid scolded himself, knew he had to save Taia. He had to save her at any cost... 

His hand struggled to edge out, slowly and painfully, finally straightened. His teeth were clamped shut from the dark energy rippled through him and part of him wished for it to end. Electric...nerve ends... in his mind Xid saw the living wiring that aided the Sith, the spot near the Transhadon's spinal stem. He had to stop this. Not for him, but for those he cared for. His forced reached out just as his fingers curled, connected with a key nerve on the 'machine's' neck that would certainly distract and likely piss the Sith off. 

Sish kept his lightning going, reveling in the pain he was causing, until he felt the pressure on his neck. Pressure rapidly turned into pain, and the pain turned into agony again. He had the sense of mind to realize that it was the Jedi he was electrocuting him before instinct took over and he crumpled to the ground, one hand going to his neck in a futile attempt to stop the pain. His other remained firmly clamped upon his lightsaber, however. Old habits die hard, and keeping his weapon no matter what was one of the oldest. 

He became faintly aware of the fact that the Jedi could very well kill him here. The thought filled him with anger. Not because he was dying, that was going to happen sooner or later, but that it wasn't happening at the hands of Jayda. He had failed. The Zabrak was still weak, still unsure of where true power lay.

Xid was surprise he felt nothing when the Sith collapsed to the floor. It was scary and odd, his fingers curled tightly until it was just a fist. The lightning had ceased but he continued a little longer. He didn't want the Sith to get back up, never to hurt Taia again or anyone else he cared for. He wanted the suffering to stop above all else. Even if someone else was hurting to do it. 

Xid felt sicken by the realization of what he was doing, his eyes filled with shock and terror at the image of his foe helpless just a bit away from him. This wasn't what he wanted, he realized as his fingers unfurled, the force pressure released and freed his victim. What had he done or almost do? The question rang in his head over and over, his hand dropped to his side. His head tilted to see the Taia's limp body, her eyes closed and blood stained the cell floor. A slight dread filled the Padawn when he couldn't tell if she was breathing or not. Painfully he pushed himself off the wall and started to crawl over to her, thinking for the moment the Sith would take some time to get back to his feet. Arms pulled him along until he was right beside her, his finger stroked her bloody cheek smearing red across the dark skin. Nothing... 

He whispered, softly. "I'm sorry...I couldn't save you." 

The pain suddenly stopped. Never one to let an opportunity slip away from, he pushed himself to his feet, snarling another curse as his snapped tendon flared in agony. The Jedi was crawling over to Taia, who was obviously dead. Still regaining his balance, Sish watched Xid warily. He couldn't understand it. Why were the Jedi so attached to the corpses of their fallen? The dead were gone, and cared little about how their bodies were treated. Yet, here the Jedi was, tenderly stroking her cheek. How could the Jedi possess such power, yet hold such weakness?

Regardless, he felt confident enough to walk without collapsing to the ground, so he limped over to Xid, catching his whispered apology. "You could have saved her. If you hadn't waited so long to use real power. If you had killed me rather than letting me go. You could have kept her alive for at least another day. But you didn't. You clung to your Jedi ways, and she died for it. Next time, I'd suggest you realize where powere is and use it sooner, so another doesn't die." And then, with is free fist, he hit Xid in the back of the head. 

Xid could hear Sish's words yet they didn't seem to hold much meaning. It wasn't suppose to be anger he used at all but the strong need to protect someone, a person's whose life was worth more then his. The Sith was right, he waited too long yet he would never allow this to happen again. He couldn't. Xid had made a silent vow that day never to become like [i]him[/i] and that was a promise he sought to keep. There wasn't death after, just the force and at least within it he would've been of greater use then what he had been. 

He world went black the moment Sish's fist hit, the Padawan taken by brief pain and exhaustion in the end. 

Before Sish left, he had to make sure Taia was dead. He had assumed someone was dead once before, and she had come back to try and kill him. That had worked out in the end, but the next time might not. With a deft flick of his lightsaber, Sish cut off the head of Taia's corpse. Deactivating it, he turned around, and limped out of the prisoner cells, heading towards the Med Bay. 

At this rate, he was going to have to replace all his limbs with cybernetics.