IRKALLA; I knowww. I love the irony. I was just going through the whole Atton interrogation on his past bit in the game and this idea just popped into my head. Ha.

DARTH FRANKY; Thank you so much for the praise, seriously. It means a lot.

NIOBE; Thank yooou. I thought the characterizations were horrid, but if you liked them, then I must be doing something right.

Another.

Tea and Honey

Log Two; Cracked

Ilei was in a small thicket in one of the gigantic forests of Dxun. There was a million other thickets, other people they could find. Why didn't she feel safe?

Well, her partner was dead - his body among the other bodies. You couldn't tell the difference between Sith or Jedi. But she saw what happened, from behind leaves, she saw.

When they first attacked, Ilei was amazed, they were quick and agile, Nurik couldn't hit them. Then a cold pit formed in her stomache. He couldn't hit them.

Right after that realization hit, they were done toying with him and just stabbed him in the gut with a vibroblade. Nurik dropped to the ground, holding his stomache and screeching in pain. And even then, the Sith didn't stop. They kicked him over and searched him for his lightsaber, taking it and laughing to themselves. Ilei bit back a gasp, a shiver going down her spine.

'Are the Sith this desperate?' She thought, 'To send in Hopefuls to kill us for their lightsabers?'

Before leaving the clearing, a Hopeful stomped on Nurik's neck then took a look around. After confirming that there was nothing living in the area, she ran after comrades with a 'Hey! Wait up!'

So Ilei didn't move until she was completely certain that there was no Sith around, then she ran deeper into the forest, desperate for human contact.

After what seemed like centuries of running and dodging branches and slicing apart cannoks, she reached a camp. She saw a dark brown robe. She thought she was safe. Running up to the figure, she smiled and gave the man a salute.

"Sir! I'm happy to have found you. You see, my partner was killed by some Sith Ho-"

She cut herself off as she stared into her so called savior's eyes. They were hawk yellow. And they were the last things she saw before a lightsaber hilt met the back of her head and her vision went black.

Ilei woke up, breathing heavily and her eyes wide at the memory. She cursed herself for being so stupid to be fooled like that. It's because of that one mistake, that one slip up because of desperation, she's on this table. Nearly naked. Stripped of her lightsaber. Humiliated and afraid of what is to come. What that crazy man in all black is going to do next. Ilei tried to go back to sleep, the screams for mercy from the next room were wrenching at her heart, burning hatred for the Sith into her soul.

But she was trying to avoid that, after all, hatred is a form of passion. And passion leads to the dark side.

She heard a cackle from outside the door, and then the creak of the door opening. Jaq waltzed in and yawned, as if he was the tired one in the room. Ilei glared at the man and he just laughed at her, holding up a small metal collar with a chain attached. Her eyes widened as he jingled it around with that damn smirk on his face, and she shook her head as a no. No to whatever sick thought was going through his head. Jaq chuckled and said,

"Wanna go for a walk, hunny?"

Ilei hissed at him, and like a wild animal backed into her corner, she tried to fight her bonds. She was trying to get away from this madman. He snickered and snapped his fingers, and as if that was a cue, two little Sith Hopefuls skittered in and injected something into both of Ilei's arms.

Almost immediately, she froze up. Her eyes were still moving and her brain was screaming at her body to move and run and get the hell out of here, but she couldn't. The bastard laughed again and pressed a button on his console. Ilei's bonds unsnapped and she crumpled to the floor like she was actually dead.

Jaq kicked her prone form so that she was facing the ceiling, even her eyes couldn't move now. And then he leaned down, popped a capsule in his mouth and began to chew it. Then like lightning, he licked his lips and planted them right on Ilei's right cheekbone, just under her eye. Smirking as he pulled away, he got up and spat out a blue substance to his right, looking down on her. Then he grabbed his chair and sat down, putting his head in his hands, like he was waiting for something.

Then suddenly she knew what he was waiting for.

Pain. Searing, shocking and...just pain. And it was on the same exact spot where that bastard kissed her. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks, he was marking her as his. With acid. And here's the kicker - Ilei couldn't do anything. She couldn't scream, wail, move, even desperately wipe it off. All she could do was let the tears roll down her stone face. Jaq was just laughing as the burning continued, and held up the collar again, jingling it in front of her face.

"Walk and I'll wipe it off."

- - - -

Ilei had to close her eyes to at least try and block out the smirking faces, along with Jaq's jubilant and proud face. He was leading her around the Sith compound, parading her around like a trophy. Ilei bit back a sob as another hand met her ass and as another hand groped her, trying to ignore the laughs echoed behind her. Considering the fact that she was only in a bra and panties, all of this was humiliating. And to top all this, another wave of pain emitted from the kiss and she whined a little. Sure, the pain wasn't constant, but it still hurt like a bitch whenever it decided to act up. And the acid was still there kind of helped.

Jaq tugged at her chain and grumbled something to his friend, who began to laugh hysterically. A tear slid down her face and she growled at him. He took a look at her over his shoulder and smirked at her. And with that, the seed of hatred was planted. She couldn't fight it, and to be truthful, she didn't want to fight it. Her barrier of supreme calm was broken.

And that was her ultimate downfall.

Augh. I'm so sorry for the lateness on this. Writers block added on with stupid schoolwork, and you've got a busy author on your hands. But I really hope you like this one. Constructive criticism is absolutely adored, and I truly will get the next one out faster. I promise.

- T & H.