The Jackal-Caged

[Amaurea]

Siiyan Jykaal’s blue eyes gazed out of the viewing window of the newly-constructed Death Star. All there was to be seen was the empty hollowness of space. His sandy hair was a mess and it was falling in his face. Licking his lower lip, he caught the oddly metallic taste of blood. The left side of his face sported a nasty bruise-courtesy of a resident Stormtrooper. Electromagnetic bonds held his wrists behind the back of the chair he was seated in. At first the Empress had not ordered his feet to be bound as well but when Siiyan had landed a well-aimed kick that bashed in one of the Stormtrooper’s helmets, she demanded that his feet be restrained. The questions came to him slowly, the Empress taking her time to carefully calculate her words. Where was the Rebel base? What goods did you smuggle to them? What information do you have on their activities? What kinds of shipments are they getting and who else is supplying them?

It was laughable, really.

Siiyan continuously claimed he had no idea where their alpha base was. He denied ever smuggling anything to the Rebels. He had no information on their activities. He was damn sure he didn’t know who in the galaxy was supplying him. This was what he claimed, at least. Whether it was true or not, only he knew for sure. The Empress apparently thought he was lying, as she kept ordering her freaking Stormtroopers to smack him around. It was getting irritating, but Siiyan found something amusing about it all. He was an interesting catch. Half human, half Clawdite, the Imperial troops snagged the shape shifter at a nightclub on Coruscant. It had caused quite a ruckus.

The handsome Siiyan had been coyly chatting away with two rather friendly human females when in came the Stormtroopers to ruin his day. Siiyan had made a break for it, escaping through a side door in the club and running out into the night. He knew he had no chance to get to his speeder-or someone else’s for that matter. So he ventured for a quick morph. His human form melted swiftly into a lizard-like appearance. A smaller cousin of the dragonmounts found on Utapau. No longer was he human, but completely lizard. Suction on his new, gecko-like hands allowed him to climb up the cold outer wall of the club. He climbed with striking speed, seeking the next level. Siiyan just needed some cover, then he could change to another form. Twi’lek, maybe. Anything but this form and his true form. Then he could blend in with crowds and get away with ease. But something grabbed his long lizard tail and he felt himself being pulled down. A shuddering screech was issued from his alien voice box. A black and white, armored Stormtrooper arms wrapped around his strong reptilian neck as well as his middle. Siiyan was pulled free from the wall and he fell back to the dock below. He thrashed and was pretty sure his tail managed to knock a Stormtrooper off, sending him to his death far below through the Coruscant traffic. That was pleasing…but in the end the Stormtroopers had overpowered him, and a quick shot with a blaster set on stun had him unconscious. Next thing he knew he was prisoner aboard the one and only Death Star.

Wow he must be lucky. Straight to the Empress? Jedi would pine for the honor. She was going to keep drilling him, he was sure. Blue eyes went back to her royalness, one eyebrow slightly raised. Well? Let’s dance some more.

[Kat]

When she had heard the news of a possible Rebel Smuggler, she had immediatly jumped a transport from Coruscant to the Death Star Reborn. Perhaps the Rebel knew something of where the Jedi's Academy was. She waited for the day when she would find the Jedi....it would be a great day for the Empire indeed.

She now stood in front of the changling, staring at him, arms crossed. He didn't wish to talk. A pity for him. No, she wouldn't kill him. But she would make him wish he was dead.

"Are you sure you don't want to tell me what you know about the Rebels? If you don't tell me what I want to know, you WILL regret it..."

[Amaurea]

Siiyan kept that audaciously cocky look on his face, leaning back against the hard chair they had restricted him to. Figures. Minding his own buisness when the Empress barges in on it. Typical of these Sith/Jedi types, thinking they had special rights just because of that title. Siiyan ahd made it along quite nicely without such things.

"I honestly dont know what you're talking about, missy. Sorry," he drawled confidently. "And I'm sure you'll do your best."