The slave laboratories

[Caysen Marr]

A gruesome place with several rooms and galleries filled with nightmarish ways to break a mind, indoctrinate interesting subjects or simply test various exotic chemicals on living subjects. A harsh scent fills the area and the despair of countless souls seeps from the walls.

[Caysen Marr]

If anyone would have asked her if she was a lucky person she would only have raised her eyebrows. Luckily Caysen Marr had never believed in karma, else she would have been left to ponder on how she had deserved her life. Right now she was far more than curious how she again managed to get into a situation like this.
Only a heartbeat before she had been next to Erril Winterhold, her master or at least former master. Now she was on the ground in front of a confused man with tools of torture in his hand. Behind that man she saw two Gamorreans as well as a man in noble attire scowling at her. More than that: behind her she heard the sobbing of a young a woman. As she was on her bum and elbows she simply hyperextended her head. Partly she saw the features of a bleeding girl, maybe a few years younger than herself. Clothes ripped apart she looked quite pathetic. Still overextended Caysen tilted her head without a second thought her heel found it's way into the torturer's stomach.
The Gamorreans moved the second their companion hurled backwards through the air. While one tried to catch the doctor the other one charged towards the ashen blond woman just to be in for a surprise. She was just as tall as the Gamorrean but her frame thought athletic seemed quite petit. The pig-like 150 kg heavy bodyguard never expected much of a resistance at least as long it wasn't a Wookie. With this woman who so nimbly had gotten on her feet there was nothing to worry about. So he thought before he got in a deadstop right the moment his full mass connected. He looked into a grinning face beautiful and so full of scorn. Then he himself learned that even a Gamorrean could be hurled through the air seemingly with ease.
Caysen didn't wait for her first real opponent to hit the ground, she knew that he would stunned for the next few seconds. She whirled around, her coat complimenting her moves as she got around her first adversary, moved past the second Gamorrean faster than human possible. Her elbow connected with the perplexed pig before he even realized that she was there. A cracking sound and the eyes went glassy before he hit the ground. To this point she hadn't even used the Force. Her Arkanian mind, the nimble reflexes of the Nagai genes implemented in her offshoot physiology as well as the bodily enhancements that had heigthened the density of her bones, muscles and skin were more than enough. Her last opponent whipped out a blaster pistol and didn't hesitate to fire a shot. His eyes grew wide when the blaster bolt hilt the solid beam of her lightsaber.
"But... but... you are a legend, you have forsaken this galaxy!" He seemed to be panicking while he fired two more shots.
Caysen Marr parried both incoming bolts and finally cut the blaster pistol in half while spinning around so the wall would be behind her back as well as his. Her lightsaber hovered of his throat while she took in the scenery. Satisfied that no enemy was left standing she swung her lightsaber again just to deactivate it before the blade would harm the probable leader. Her fist was enough to knock him out and Erril probably would be opposed to the idea of her simply killing people. "Well we are back for good."

[Caysen Marr]

There was not much of an interaction between Caysen and the young woman. As soon as she had cut her loose the girl dropped from the operating table and crawled away to hide under a table. Wimpering and coughing as she inhaled her own tears could be heard. The Jedi wasn't sure on how to handle a situation like that. She remembered Erril's deep despair whenever he tried to teach her the finer aspects of cheering someone up and doing anything possible to raise morale. He even had asked master Kaytren and Ashlin to help her in that field but both had assessed that her main duty probably was to be seen in neutralizing any threat that could be responsible for low morale. This at least she was good at.

Her ashenblonde hair moved gently as she turned to the opening door, the lightsaber activated and in a reverse grip she looked partly over her shoulder towards the newcomers. More of the scoundrels who had been taking the girl hostage. They looked at her, looked around and stopped to discuss what they were to do next? Caysen turned to face them and tilted her head curiously as they simply stood in the door and started to whisper. They had thrown away any tactical advantage to stupidly whisper like nerfs ready for the slaughter. Patience might have been a virtue for most Jedi but Caysen wasn't amongst those who were that virtuous. She had been partially raised as Arkanian and being ignored like that nagged at her pride. Emerald arcs of energy formed in her free hand crackling between her fingers as she sternly looked at the group in the door. Ten people of different races and gender started whispering faster and obviously with fear in their voice.

The moment she wanted to say something one of them turned to her: "Well... um... we have decided that you and you alone are our new leader and we await your orders..."

Caysen's eyebrow raised on it's own as she tried to process the first words spoken directly to hear. "Come again?"

The man gulped but bravely repeated his pledge of loyalty: "We are heavily outnumbered by you, my Lor... Lady, and we thought it would be wise to simply be at service?"

"You do realize that I am alone? Also I am a Jedi, not a lord or lady." This situation turned out quite difficult. What was she to make out of this situation?

"Ah, umm, whatever you wish for... master? We are yours to command. After all we have no wish to die and the likes of you cannot be touched by anyone like us... so... umm... well we are out of business and... and... you are responsible for us... Jedi take care of those in need... so you are our master. Yes! Master!" The more he turned to his strange form of logic the more he seemed to like the idea of her being his superior. At the end his voice was quite passionate and the others started nodding and muttering in agreement. "We also have a ship so we can transport her Masterness!"
"There is no such word as Masterness and don't say mistress, she might not like it!" The woman who spoke glanced at her friend and then at Caysen: "All hail the Overmaster!"

Caysen stood there with an open mouth and a raised eyebrow. She had never assumed that something like this could have happened. Those people were either the dumbest she had ever met or civilization had become very strange in the few years she had been away. Eight years and the people acted like that? How had it been when Skywalker had rebuilt the order? What she didn't know was that people hadn't seen Jedi for about twenty years and heroes of once had become legends and finally myths of immense powers. Myths that could be angels or demons. Heal with a touch and kill with the snap of a finger. The young Jedi lowered her lightsaber and shook her head. Something was awfully wrong here.