So...first chapter of a new story. My first story. I'm just going to ask this once, could you please be gentle? I would love constructive criticism. That means pointing out what the hell is wrong and then telling me ways of fixing it. Mmmkay, thanks in advance for reading. Love you guys.

Oh, also. My Jedi Exile, Ilei, is in this. Yes, I've played the game and beaten it, numerous times. And yes, I do understand that the Exile was turned pretty early by Malak in the Enclave and all that junk. And the fact that, you know...she didn't participate in the Jedi Civil War and all that. But I'm going to utilize my creative licence and dispel that. Humor me for this, ok? Just humor me.

- T&H

Another.

Tea and Honey

Log One ; Necromancer

As far as Jaq was concerned, they all were already dead.

It was just his job to reanimate the corpse, twist it, make it walk and talk and kill for the Sith cause. His new client, 006 'Ilei', already looked dead - her body was limp from it's upright position, her head lolled to the side. Just the up and down small movement of her chest tipped him off that she was actually alive. He grinned and walked over, a stray hand tracing up her arm to finally rest on her jaw, tipping her head so that he could look her in the eye.

His hand increased pressure on her jaw when he saw what was blazing in her bottle green eyes. Defiance, life, a spirit. Plain and blatant. Then he saw it, the flicker of blue fire boldly outlining her, flaring out rebelliously.

Jaq bit back a hiss, his eyes narrowing with disgust. He threw her head to the side, walking to the console nearby. She grunted, and returned to her original position, her head hanging like a puppy that was just beaten.

A malevolent smile formed on Jaq's face, as he monitored her vitals. She was practically on the brink of death, it seemed that the soldiers that captured her decided to have fun with her before returning her to base. He began to finger the hilt of his dagger, and then drew it, keeping it in his hand as he pulled up a chair, sitting next to the table. After a few moments of silence, Jaq pursed his lips and began flipping his blade between his fingers, saying in an uncaring attitude,

"I'll make this simple, Jedi," he spat the word out like poison, "Are you gunna fall easy, or are you going to be a bitch and fight back?"

A few moments passed, heavy breathing came from Ilei as she gathered the strength to speak. Her simple reply rung out with such clear hatred, it made Jaq bristle,

"I'll be a bitch."

Jaq's jaw clenched, then he sighed. He propped himself up with his elbow on the table, using the flat of his blade to lift her head up. Her eyes widened, the cold metal ever so slightly grazing the jugular, drawing out a thin line of blood.

She looked at him, she had no choice. If she moved, she would sever that vital vein and bleed out on the very table. He smirked at her, and murmured - almost in a cooing fashion,

"Then, sweetie, I'll just have to break you. Hmm?"

Fear flickered across her irises for a split second and Jaq had to bite back a laugh. Obviously she heard from the Council what that meant.

It meant pain. Humiliation. Insanity. And eventually...the fall. He took the blade away from her neck and placed it at his mouth, looking much like that Thinker statue.

"You know, falling isn't as bad as they make it out to be."

He looked down at her. No reply. Not a single eyelash was batted. She just stared into his eyes, her jaw clenching and unclenching slowly, rhythmically. Jaq could practically hear the Jedi Code being circulated through her mind.

There is no emotion; there is only peace. There is no ignorance; there is knowledge. There is no passion; there is serenity. There is no chaos; there is harmony. There is no death...there is the force.

Over and over. Smirking, he leaned down into her ear, teasing her,

"You can do whatever you please. Know all you've ever wanted to know. Love whoever you want to love" he trailed off and grinned, "You've loved somebody...right?"

Obviously, he struck a nerve, because her eyes narrowed, and she hissed, her mind slamming into his. She caught him off guard, and almost made her way into the core of his mind, yet she was still soaking up information every second, taking in everything she could.

Startled, he threw up a barrier of the emotion, the quickest one he could grasp. Hatred came so easy to him, it was like a reflex now. He took a deep breath, to calm himself and keep from jamming his dagger through her neck, and muttered through clenched teeth, venom lacing every word,

"Don't crawl in my head, schutta rat," then he smirked, "Or else I'd have to kill you."

Ilei laughed, disbelieving as ever. Jaq scowled at her, and they glared - no, glowered at each other. The girl snickered, and said with some force,

"Just kill me, you bastard," then an innocent look crossed her face, "Oh wait, that's right, you fucking can't! Or else you'd get chewed out by your supe-"

Her sentence was stopped by the force of Jaq's hand across her neck, crushing her windpipe and killing her airflow. Ilei's eyes bugged out slightly as he laughed,

"So what? I'm the best they've got. It doesn't matter if I kill you. There are others, you know," he increased pressure on her throat, causing her to gag and choke for precious air, then he eased up, tipping her head up with a single finger and smirking, "But now...I just want to have the satisfaction of being the one to make you turn."

Ilei tore her head away from his grip, and spat at his feet, then looking back up him with renewed vigor and zeal. She was determined to make him fail. So determined.

Jaq's eyes flared up with the same emotions, but he was ready to break her. Desecrate all her values and morals. Fill her with bloodlust and hatred. Make her kill kill kill. She gritted her teeth then growled,

"Jaq, you nor anyone, will ever get the satisfaction of breaking me. I'd die first."

Jaq just laughed and walked away from his captor, not giving her the satisfaction of his answer. Opening the door, he looked over his shoulder at his captor.

His little toy.

He snickered as Ilei stared after him, he could feel her eyes drilling into his back. Thinking for a moment, he said with a playful tone.

"Oh, don't worry sweetie. I'll send in something to keep you company. I'll visit sometime later."

Before Ilei could give a smartass remark, he shut the door, leaving her alone. Under that damned spotlight. She groaned inwardly, closing her eyes to block out brightness.

Biting her lip, she tried to find her inner sanctuary. You know, that place where you know everything is going to be alright. But, she couldn't grasp it. No matter how hard she tried to focus, her mind strayed. The wails, the screams, the pleads for mercy that were answered with a hot iron or a vibroblade's edge. They all reached her, echoing in her room and in her ears. Ilei hissed, trying to block it out, but to no avail.

Sighing, she tried to make herself as comfortable as possible, positioning her head to the side and her hair blocking her eyes. And she tried as hard as she could to fall asleep, reach that oblivion. But no, something wouldn't let her. She didn't know why, maybe it was the screams. Maybe it was the cold table.

Or maybe it was the nagging feeling, that maybe, just maybe this Jaq guy would really break her.

And there you go. I would looooove feedback about how I'm doing so far. Thank youu!