Suddenly, without even comm'ing Gren, the Dark Lord stepped into the room. Gren was backed off a bit.
"Gren... I changed my mind. This.. Jedi ..you have at your feet, is of great importance. Do not kill him... at least not yet. I have other needs for him. I'm sure they won't disturb whatever you're trying to do with him, however." His deep voice spoke.
((........ hes not at my feet....... and im not killing him...... hes hanging over an oil bath..... its torture.......))
gren stood firm. "i was meerly trying to ask him a favor. he declined but i insisted." he gave corran a maniacal grin. "and im keeping him alive as long as possible anyway." he turned to the sith "it is a torture technique."
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((........ hes not at my feet....... and im not killing him...... hes hanging over an oil bath..... its torture.......))gren stood firm. "i was meerly trying to ask him a favor. he declined but i insisted." he gave corran a maniacal grin. "and im keeping him alive as long as possible anyway." he turned to the sith "it is a torture technique."
(I know, man. I didn't mean it that way. I know you're not killing him. I know he's hanging over an oil bath. I know it's torture. But my character doesn't.)
The Sith laughed.
"Believe me, Gren, I know more about torture than you think. Now, let's see..." Said the Dark Lord, approaching to the oil bath where the master was being tortured. He crossed his arms.
(Ysalamiri)
"Oh you mean the Ysalamari. Interesting cratures arent they." Vassisk stood in the in doorway. "Their brains are wired backwards ti project the negative bubble in the force, but they are fragile creatures." Vassisk walked up to the rack upon the oil bath. "Intresting torchure method Gren." He commented looking into Corrans eyes. "We could deep fry you." He smiled then turned and walked back to face the others. "Sorry for my recent absense but I'm here now." He offered a mock bow. "Greetings Darth Voltar."
"I'm sure there are other methods of persuasion... but first I have my own method." He smiled and turned to Corran. "How much do you value your Force powers?" Vassisk slowly walked up to the rack again. "I'm asking because... your powers can be removed." Vassisk grinned locking his gaze with the prisoner. "It is quite simple. Although I dont know weather its painless. I wont tell you what it is I plan on doing but you'll find out..." The grin becae a friendly but mocking smile. "I know you would give your life up and give away nothing, so I envision a different path for you." He looked at the oil bath then removed his blaster and shot a high powered stun bolt into the bubbling oil. Sparks danced across the surface showering Corran. "Ohh, pretty... General, sith Lord. Business to discuss... not here."