New Chapter up. Sorry for the delay. Been a busy few weeks. Enjoy and thanks for reading. I'm still deciding on the direction of this one, so we'll see where I go. (That's the fun part)

Darth Marr walked into the small detention facility he kept in his stronghold. For the most part, Marr didn't keep prisoners, so this area was used exclusively to hold Force users, mainly Jedi, who he was in the process of turning or torturing for information. There were really no other reasons to keep someone alive. This facility was specifically designed to hold those powerful in the Force.

The building was basically broken down into three small rooms. One was used to house prisoners, one was used to torment prisoners and the third was used as an observation room, so one could view both the other two rooms privately.

Marr entered the observation room to find Lord Ragnor and Overseer Gorit standing silently, watching a lone unconscious prisoner. Both men dropped to a knee as he approached.

"I see you managed to get our guest here in one piece."

Ragnor rose and nodded. "I kept her sedated."

Marr turned and looked at the prisoner. She was a very young human female. She couldn't have been more than just a teenager, with a slight but strong build and long brown hair. She wore the simple brown robes often seen on lesser Jedi. Outwardly, there was really nothing special about the woman.

"I have a feeling she was an apprentice to one of the stronger Jedi I killed. The power she displayed was impressive for someone so young." Ragnor explained.

"And what was this display? What about her made you think I might be interested?" Marr asked coolly.

"She was able to sustain a Force shield around a door, while myself and my apprentice attacked the shield with lightsabers and I attacked her mind. She held it for a full ten minutes, allowing the transport she was protecting to get away."

Marr stepped a little closer to the divide between the two rooms. "Not all too impressive for someone well trained and seasoned in the Force, but for one so young, I agree, it is a significant show of power."

It was actually a very impressive show of power, since Ragnor had a talent for needling into the mind of his opponents and breaking down concentration with ease. If this young woman had managed to survive ten minutes under his apprentice's efforts, then she was either more seasoned than her appearance implied or she had more natural power than is normal for one so young.

"It's not just that, Master. She also feels more powerful than she looks. I can't really explain it better than that."

Marr chuckled silently to himself. If only his apprentice could sense what he was sensing from the unconscious form. There was indeed a great deal of potential power lying within the young woman. More than should be present in one so young. "Do we know who she is? Do we have a name?"

"No, Master. She wasn't overly talkative before she was captured."

Marr turned to Ragnor. "Were there any other captives taken from the factory?"

"A couple dozen soldiers and a few civilians, I believe. Most of them were injured. They were taken to Kaas City for interrogation."

"One of them will know this young Jedi. Do what you must, but find me a name." Marr ordered.

Ragnor bowed his head, a slight grin on his lips. "Of course, Master."

Ragnor turned and left the room, obviously pleased with his assignment. Marr turned to Overseer Gorit, who had been standing quietly as master and servant spoke. He knew it was best not to interrupt and to wait until he was given a command.

"Allow her to wake up. Feed her, but do not interact with her. Keep the controls to her shock collar handy when you do so. Do not harm her."

"Of course, My Lord." Gorit replied with a bow, then hurrying off to do as he was told.

"Who are you, young one?" Marr said quietly to himself as he returned his gaze to the prisoner.

Darth Marr was in his office, reading reports. It seemed like all he ever did anymore was read reports and command from afar. Such was the burden of power. The more power a Sith possessed, the less they got to use it. Marr had actually enjoyed his time on Yavin 4, to a point. It had been nice to be in a good fight, to actually use his power for a change.

It had been almost a full week since Lord Ragnor had brought the young Jedi from Balmorra and Marr had yet to hear anything about his efforts to supply a name. Normally, the lack of results would have annoyed Marr, but he'd used the time to observe his prisoner and he'd learned quite a bit about her on his own.

Most Jedi, when captured, spend their time meditating. They would barely move, unless forced to do so. This young Jedi was different. She paced around her cell, looking at everything around her. The bars of the cell, the floor, the ceiling, even the door had been examined. Not once did she take a meditative stance. When the overseer brought her daily meals, she'd stand at the back of the cell as commanded and wouldn't try to interact with him at all. She also ate everything which was brought to her, without hesitation.

This told Marr that his captive didn't find solace in the Force. In Marr's experience, captive Jedi dive deep into the Force in preparation to handle whatever ordeal was to come at the hands of their captors. This girl seemed more curious than anything else, the Sith sensing no anger or fear from her. Confusion, perhaps, but not fear. Regardless of her situation, she was not fearful. At least not yet.

Ragnor entered Marr's office, taking a knee automatically.

"Forgive the intrusion, Master."

"Am I correct in assuming you've finally retrieved the information I desire." Marr put the emphasis on the 'finally', allowing his apprentice to see his displeasure at having to wait. Ragnor did not need to know that Marr had, in fact, found the delay useful.

"It took going through six of the prisoners to find one which had interacted with the Jedi, but yes, I have a name. She is Vala Shan, age eighteen or nineteen and has only been a full Jedi for a few weeks. Her master was indeed one of the Jedi killed defending the evacuation of the Arms Factory."

"Shan." Marr said to himself, more than the younger Sith.

"Does the name mean something to you, Master?" Ragnor asked. Marr's apprentice had not been privy to the information taken from Yavin 4 and most likely didn't recognize the name.

"Perhaps." Marr stood. "You've done well, Lord Ragnor. Now that this task is complete, I'm assuming you wish to return to Korriban."

Ragnor nodded. "I'd like to replace my apprentice, yes."

Marr chuckled to himself. Ragnor liked having someone below him he could order around and manipulate. He'd gone through six apprentices so far, each having been killed by his own hand. Marr appreciated his apprentice's habit of not tolerating incompetence. There was no point in wasting your time and energy on an apprentice who could never truly cut it as a Sith.

"Maybe choose one this time who is less opinionated, at least until he learns his place."

Marr's comment made Ragnor smile almost gleefully. "Then I have your leave?"

Marr nodded and waved his hand. Ragnor bowed respectfully and left.

Thankfully, the young lord seemed to have no interest in his Jedi prize. If Marr were right about the Jedi's lineage, turning her would need to be handled more delicately than was Ragnor's style. She was much too valuable to kill out of irritation or to damage while being turned.

To Be Continued...