The guard took the chip and looked at it then nodded. "No problem, guys get lost all the time down here. Better hurry inside though, the fights about to start. You don't want to miss it" 

MegaraFoxfire was hanging from the ceiling, dried blood mixed with dirt all over her. Her arms were covered in burns and cuts, her face just as bad. The doors opened and a guard walked in with a tall alien with long white fingers. "My dear, I hope you are well rested...your big show is about to start...since you wouldn't tell us what we wanted to know, the master is coming to collect you...after you entertain our forces here with a good sparring match...you against our top mercenaries. Everyone is very excited for the match so we shall get things going" he snapped his fingers and the guards went over and brought her down, her legs unable to hold her up. Megara looked at him, her eyes full of fire as that grabbed her out. 

In the warehouse they set up a makeshift area, the workers and guards cheering as she was dragged out. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was weak but she could still feel the force around her. The guards dropped her in the middle of the clearing, unlocking her wrists from each other but kept the bands on. The alien from before walked out and said "welcome to our main event of the day. While we wait for the sith masters to come collect our guest we decided to soften her up for them. Remember, she does anything we don't like and well..." He hit a button on his gauntlet and shocks from the bands on the Jedi's wrists and ankles surged thru her. She cried out, falling to her side and shaking in pain. Her nerves were fired as it was. She couldn't take much more then this. He moved his hand and said "shall we begin?" Megara glared at him, wishing she had her light saber. She looked around at the four brutes walked towards her and she's muttered "looks like fun..."