Darc lay down in his cell on his back, one leg straight and one leg bent upwards. He turned his head and looked at Khoroth.
Khoroth: "ugh. You are such a fool. You think your the first person to know Luke is going to the dark side? You think it's new? We've known. I stood in the room as a young trainee as he was turned. I watched as he took the red saber. YOU will pay for this, my friend. And if you didn't know, you know how I said I was trained very young? Luke trained me you complete idiot! He didn't show me ALL of his secret powers, but a few. Enough, that is. And I never said JEDI cells, I said cells. I can get out. And there will be hell to pay. Especially when it is found out. You think I dont know how to focus my power? I am stronger than you can imagine. And I hate to focus, although I can very good. NOW, this isn't a sith imprisonment, this is Jedi. And jedi have reserved some rights. Though measly, they are still rights. And according to Ancient Law 123-213-B3, I am entitled to 2 luxuries, as long as they are inspected and not large items. Pipe tobacco and a pipe are not large. And as far as the Absinth goes, well, you are required to give me food and drink. However, I do not eat, so an Absinth will do. Now, I ask you in all respect, grant me, and I will comply and lay here with my pipe and drink."
Darc sighed coughed. A dime sized puddle of blood left his mouth.
Khoroth: " And I'd appreciate it if you brought that Absinth soon."
Darc spit the remaining blood from his mouth to clear it out...