::CLASSIFIED::

[Julian Orspach]

The time and place of this mission is classified information.

Kneeling there bleeding from her wrists where the shackles bound her hands behind her back and the gritty sand crept into the open wounds on her knees in such an irritating fashion, she was left feeling hopeless and afraid. A blindfold covered her eyes so she could not see her tormentor, it had been soaked with blood and sweat and was clinging to her brow in a most unpleasant fashion. For a brief moment earlier it had felt if she was drowning. Her fear had been brought to the surface despite her best efforts and the two men standing there before her could sense it. In this moment she whispered a silent prayer to the force that her end come swiftly and free of pain, she hoped at least that given what she had been through this much was owed to her.

"We've gotten all we can from this useless Ji'dai, we should destroy her to cover our tracks.

Appearing to be standing taller than he was, dressed in all black desert clothing with a head covering and black cloth draped in front of his mouth, all that could be seen of him was glowing red eyes, his skin tone barely noticeable in the desert night.

"You have gotten all YOU can out of her because of your barbaric methods. She's trained to withstand torture, torture does not work on most Ji'dai, if anything it just strengthens their resolve. We still might be able to use her, I'd advise not killing her just yet."

His voice was unrecognizable a tinge of what seemed like darkness masked it, it was deeper and just ever so slightly sinister. He pronounced his words with a sharper inflection as if to be more direct. He was of course annoyed with his counterpart and the lack of skill he had displayed in extracting information from such a young Ji'dai Padawan.

"Who trained you anyway?"

The first Sith spun around angrily and glared at the man draped in black.

HOW DARE YOU?!


"Oh I dare, you're reckless and I AM in charge of this situation that you have bungled. We keep the Ji'dai alive and take her back to base, there Sith more skilled in the art of information extraction can go to work on her."

He crossed his arms in front of him, a dagger unnoticed flew into his right hand, hidden by his left arm and the darkness of the desert.

The other man retrieved his lightsaber and held the hilt in the most threatening manner before he turned around and ignited the blade, the red light illuminating the desert around them.

"You're not in charge of me or anyone. What kind of Sith spares the life of a USELESS JI'DAI. Either you can kill her or I will."

He blinked at the angry Sith standing with his back towards him. What sort of amateur hour was this exactly? What kind of Sith turned his back on another Sith, even in a situation in which they were working together. He sighed and closed his eyes and reached out with his left hand and tightened and started to lift the Padawan into the air by the throat. She tried to gasp for air but she couldn't the grip around her neck was too tight and constricting.

A lightsaber? Isn't that too good for a Ji'dai? She spend her last moments struggling to breathe as the darkness tugs at her conscious mind until it swallows her whole. Then will you be happy my friend?

The other Sith raised his weapon and just as he was about to swing it at the dangling limbs of the Padawan, she flew backwards into the sand landing on her bound wrists, a muffled yelp was heard as her left arm snapped. In an instant before the rage filled Sith could comprehend what had happened the man clad in black was on him, the dagger shoved into the base of the Sith skull severing his brain stem and killing him instantly.

He ripped the cover off of his face and returned the dagger to it's sheath hidden up his arm. He then moved swiftly over to the Padawan who was writing in pain on the ground. He took a syringe from his belt and jabbed it in her arm. Almost immediately the pain stopped, but her fear remained. He ripped the blindfold off of her the sticky blood formed strands that stong slightly as it was pulled away.

"You really screwed this up for me. I'm sorry he did what he did to you, but I have been undercover with them for THREE MONTHS and now he's dead."

"Master Orspach?"