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Chapter 16

When Arryn regained consciousness, she was in pain. Her head felt as if it were about to explode. It was agony she had never felt in all her life. She could not see anything, even after

countless hours of Jedi training. But worst of all, she could not feel the Force.

"The Jedi is awake!" called a voice from the corner of the room. Instantly the room filled with brilliant light. Arryn grimaced at the brightness. When she was finally able to open her eyes, she was face to face with Emory Tiana, who stood patiently in the doorframe with his hands behind his back.

"You!" she spat. "You are a…a traitor! You're a Sith lord!"

He gave her a cruel smile. "I assume I should take that as a compliment."

She glared at him, but forced herself to remain calm. "Why can't I feel the Force?"

Emory pointed to two small creatures asleep on the floor. "These are Ysalamiri from the planet Myrkyr. Fascinating little creatures, aren't they? They are able to block out any use of the Force, which is incredibly beneficial for me. You are unarmed both with your lightsaber and with the Force."

"You may have me, but I will never turn to the dark side." She said through gritted teeth.

Emory laughed softly. "Ah, we shall see about that, little one. We shall see. But for now, you may still cling onto the beliefs of your precious light side. You see, it is not that I do not want you to turn, because that would be an added bonus, but you hold something much more valuable to me."

"What?"

"Information. I ask a question; all I want is an answer. You hold inside of you information that I find quite valuable about the Jedi order. I want it."

"Why?" she asked.

"Need I remind you that you are not in a position to ask questions?" said Emory in a dangerously quiet voice. "But I do see some validity to what you are saying. My goal as a Dark Lord of the Sith is to extinguish the last of the Jedi. You, being one of them, know where many of the fleeing Jedi have gone."

"And if I choose not to tell you…" said Arryn, not very impressed at his reasoning. Emory stopped pacing in front of her. "Then, little one, you will be the first to meet our torture system. If that fails, then you will be, for lack of a better word, killed."

For the first time since she was kidnapped, Arryn was scared.

"Okay, let's review our facts. There were two apprentices at the scene. Were they both armed?" asked Siri.

Elantra and Anaria nodded.

Siri rubbed her temples. "This means that there are at least four Sith on Bondor-two Masters and two Apprentices, assuming that they are the only ones here."

Anaria spoke up quietly. "Has anyone noticed that Arryn seems to have disappeared from the Force?"

"Blast! The Sith must be using Ysalamiri to hide her from our senses," said Obi-Wan. "Her tracking signal has been disengaged and there is no comm signal."

"What are Ysalamiri?" asked Elantra.

"They are small organisms that block out any use of the Force as a defense mechanism," said Obi-Wan.

"This will make our search even more difficult!" Siri sighed and turned to Darsha.

"Could you take us to where Arryn was kidnapped?" asked Darsha gently. Anaria nodded. "I think so."

"I know this is probably very hard for you both. But in order to find Arryn, we are going to need your help." Said Obi-Wan quietly.

Anaria looked down, as Elantra sent her a mental message. We are going to have to be brave, for Arryn's sake. Anaria nodded. "Let's go."

Arryn was tied to a chair. She saw her lightsaber and comlink lying on a table, just out of reach and noted that Emory was outside, taking to whom she assumed was the other Sith. Arryn tried to move the chair she was tied to, but without the Force, she was not able to make a lot of progress. Several minutes and many tries later, she was much closer to the table. She cautiously tried to reach her lightsaber without making much noise. "Just one more inch," she muttered to herself. A strong hand closed over the lightsaber just as she was about to grab it.

"You are clever, little one. But you may not have this," said Emory taunting her with the lightsaber in his outstretched palm. "I see we will have to proceed with caution with you. You are much smarter than I had originally presumed. But then again, you were the only one to figure out that I was a Sith back in Bondor." Arryn scowled as he turned and walked out.

"Arriette, the Padawan was very close to getting her lightsaber back. She is extremely smart and not to be underestimated. How should we proceed with her?" said Emory.

"We should start the interrogation as soon as possible. I've contacted Senator Ballastiodes and we should hear from him at any time. I think we should send Coram to guard her. Annika can stay outside." Emory nodded. "Very well."

Arryn kept her head down as the new person entered the room. "What do you want?" she hissed. Coram was taken aback. He didn't realize that their prisoner was nearly the same age that he was. During the lightsaber battle, he hadn't paid much attention to ages or faces.

Coram stared at the captive, unable to take himself away from her intriguing eyes. They were a deep azure blue that showed strength and hard resolve in them. He would have expected that after being held against her will, the girl would show signs of fear or anger.

She was small in size with auburn hair that fell just below her shoulders in an intricate braid. Coram drew in a deep breath. "What is your name?" he asked.

She glared her dark blue dagger eyes at him. "Why should it matter what my name is?"

Coram shrugged. The girl looked down and then back at Coram. "Arryn."

He looked at her. "What?"

"I said, 'Arryn.' You asked what my name is. It's Arryn Mindalen."

His eyes narrowed to slits. "You're not from the House of Mindalen are you?" She gave him a funny look, trying to disguise the fact that she had no idea what the House of Mindalen was.

"No, why?"

"Just curious."

She gave an unconvinced nod. "Right." He must be the dim one here, she thought to herself. Then, suddenly, an idea came to her as to how to try to escape, but she had to work to not show it on her face. "So. Not much conversation here, is there?" She pointed out mildly. Coram shook his head. "No, I suppose you are right about that."

Arryn shrugged as nonchalantly as she possibly could with her wrists bound together. "What is it like, to be a Sith apprentice?" She asked curiously.

"Are you trying to do one of those mind tricks on me?" He said.

"No, those only work on the weak-minded. And besides, I'm not any good at them. I am curious, though. What is it like to be a Sith apprentice?"

"Its like, well…like being a Sith. I don't know, it's not something I think about. I just do it. There's training and stuff, but I don't really count that as 'being' a Sith…" While Coram droned on, Arryn kept her face still to make it look like she was listening. Then, using a mental trick she had learned, she probed his mind, trying to see if he knew where her lightsaber was being held. She truly was adept at mind tricks. This one was especially useful during exceedingly boring classes when instructors had a tendency to talk for hours on end. But, unfortunately, Coram did not know where her lightsaber was, or if he knew, he certainly was good at burying the information in his mind. Given his personality, Arryn guessed it wasn't the latter.

A loud trill from his comlink interrupted Coram's speech. In one fluid motion, he picked up from his belt. "Yes, Master?" Arryn heard a woman's voice on the other end.

"Are you guarding the Jedi?" Arriette asked from the other end of the comlink, emphasizing the word Jedi with disdain.

"Yes, Master Arriette." He replied, sighing.

"Good. We are receiving a transmission from Coruscant. Report now!" She barked.

Coram nodded. "What about Ar-…I meant the Jedi."

Arriette did not notice his slip. "Secure the door behind you, understand? There is no way she can escape."

"Yes, Master. I understand."

Arriette ended the transmission abruptly. Coram sighed, his eyes on the floor. He could feel Arryn's eyes on him as she waited to see what he would do.

"Arryn, as an apprentice yourself, you must understand, I cannot disobey my Master."

Coram stopped as he realized what he was saying. Earlier in the day, he would have been eager to see the traitorous Jedi scattered across the planet in billions of small pieces. But after having met one, a human with feelings just as he did, Coram felt very confused. His Sith-trained mind told in one thing, his heart told him another.

He looked up, not able to make eye contact with Arryn. "I'm sorry," he whispered. Without another word, Coram walked out and sealed the door behind him.