A flash of light, and he hit the floor, paralyzed by whatever had hit him. Kaylath could only lay lifelessly to the side, his eyes stuck in one spot as a pair of white boots entered his vision.

"Should we just kill him?" A voice spoke to someone just out of view.

"No, I don't think that's necessary. We should let the doctor handle it. I hear he has a drug he wants to try out." Replied the other, possibly a superior to the first man.

"Understood, sir. We'll move the body then."

The scene faded away as it shattered into particles, a gust of wind spreading them far and wide, as darkness greeted him once again.


By the time Kaylath awoke the next morning, he found himself suspended in his cell. Arms held aloft by a set of handcuffs connected to the rafters of his cell. Eyes cast downwards, he starred lifelessly into space. He could only hang there until whoever did this to him decided to take him down.

"Well, looks like someone is conscious." Sneered a voice from to the side. "Time for a little payback."

A few of the guards from yesterday entered the cell, many of whom carried shock batons in their hands, the weapons sparking to life as they approached. The ones not fortunate enough to carry the weapons instead chose to use their fists, their hands already clenched in anger.

The guards departed several hours later, laughing at what they had done, leaving Kaylath to continue hanging there, head still hanging low. Blood dripped from his nose and busted lip, collecting into a small pool beneath his feet. Eye swelled shut, bruises and welts covered his face. His shirt had been torn down the middle, burn marks, electrical burns, cuts, and gashes covered his torso and abdomen. He blacked out a moment later, his strength failing him.


"Don't cry, verd'ika. It's only a cut. We get them all the time." A voice called out from the furthest crevices of his mind. It was feminine, and warm, like that of a doting mother.


The next day was much the same, the guards would come in, wail on the hanging prisoner and leave a couple of hours later. Day after day it continued, piling bruises on top of bruises. Old wounds ripped open by repeated abuse. On and on it went until he was taken down a week later, his body having completely given out on him.


She was furious, not only had they prevented her from escaping, but they also kept her pet detained in his cell. She was going to rip their throats out for their insolence. No one was going to keep her away from what she owned, whether it be the flames and magma of Mustafar, or the blizzards of Hoth, he was hers and no one else's

She brought her fists down onto a crate in anger, causing the wood to crack beneath the blow. She only only ceased when she heard someone approaching, ready to attack the interloper. That was when she saw him, a slight limp to his step as he rounded the corner.

"I'm sorry for not coming sooner, but I've been preoccupied, Master." He spoke through clenched teeth, pain still racking his body. It hurt like hell, but he knew he needed to be here. Even if it was to prevent the Cathar from doing something stupid.

Her expression softened as she took in his wounded form, a sense of relief coming over her. He was here, that was all she needed at the moment, and so, she took a seat on the top of a stack of pallets. She patted a spot next to her, beckoning him to join her in her spot.

It wasn't the easiest thing, but he managed to sit next to her, despite his body protesting the small climb up to join the female. He felt her tail swat his back and her arms surrounding him, then he felt himself being pulled into her form, his head resting on her shoulder, a soft purr emitting from the Cathar.

She softly spoke, I'm glad you're here. I was just about to kill everyone in this prison. I'm sure you have questions for me, though. So, I'll answer almost anything you ask me." It was almost embarrassing to put it like that, but she figured he needed to know a little, seeing as how he chose to be by her side.

"Was what the Warden saying true then?"

"More or less, but, I'm not going out of my way to kill innocent people. Only those who were responsible for creating me." She spoke the last part through clenched teeth.

"Creation? As in, you weren't born through regular means?"

"Precisely, cutie. I'm what they call an experiment gone wrong. They created me to fight their stupid wars, then tried to kill me when I wasn't showing enough promise. I hate all of them."

"Who was responsible for your birth?"

She remained silent for a moment, she couldn't tell him. "I'm sorry, but I can't tell you that. They have a habit of killing anyone who knows anything about this project."

"In that case, what are you comprised of?"

She was taken back by that question, its not like she knew every species that made up her genome, but she supposed she could enlighten him on some of them.

"As you can see, my main body is composed of Cathar DNA. This tail of mine is from the Farghul, suppose to help me keep my balance. There's Arkanian in there for my intelligence, and Wookie for their overwhelming strength. I have a few other things, but I think I'll keep those secret for a more special occasion." She made sure to stress the word special, as if she already had something in mind. "Now, what about you? Where are you from?"

He sat there in silence, unsure of exactly what to say. He couldn't remember, it was all coming back blank, as if his identity had been stripped away from him. Would she believe him? There was only one way to find out he reasoned.

"I don't know. I can't remember anything about my life. I didn't even know my name until they injected me with some kind of serum."

She was a bit disappointed at hearing that he didn't know anything. It's not like she could narrow it down, seeing as how humans had settled on so many worlds. Still, maybe she could start some educated guesses once she saw what he could really do.

"In that case, I'll help you remember who you are. I can't have my pet not being whole."

"Uh, thanks."

"Still, let us just enjoy this moment. I'll start drawing up another plan for us to escape tomorrow."

The two of them sat together for the rest of the day, her arms wrapped around his form, as his head continued to rest on her shoulder. A ever so faint smile pressed to the Cathar's face, as she enjoyed the close proximity of her beloved pet.