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rejalgarAssassin, wash-up, fuckup. Wasn't the sort of group I was expecting in the Academy prison. Because Tremel had these flown in for the test.
This shit is going to come back to bite him, and it better not bite me too.
Last two were easy to figure out what to do with. Wash-up was put down, fuckup was sent back to torture because he was an alien and Tremel probably thinks he's secretly part of a galactic conspiracy or something. Never mind that unless they haul in someone expensive, torture's just going to get him saying what he thinks you want him to hear. Assassin didn't know she'd been hired to kill an Imperial spy until it got her brought in. Swearing up a storm, too, seemed to be giving the jailer almost as much trouble as the twi'lek they had in there.
Trying to judge her was hard. Every stuck-up tosser like Tremel would think they've got the One True Way to deal with an assassin like that. But some would get offended that she did it and wasn't being respectful, others would decide to be magnanimous and let her live because she's got spirit or something.
Tremel said let her live because she's a 'resource', and killing the wash-up because he's no longer useful. If I hadn't already figured out Tremel needs to die, this would've been the moment I caught on.
...And the moment right after that when he announced there's no time to waste, go kill the guardian beast of Marka Ragnos' tomb. You know. Just the critter that's been hanging out at the tomb of a former Emperor. Or whatever they called them back then. Unless it's some kind of alchemical thing, that means no one's beaten it in a thousand years. Sure! Why the fuck not.
And Tremel says it has to get done immediately. No. Fuck him, I'm in the library right now, trying to figure out where to take this from here.
I'm still not convinced Tremel expects me to get this done. Maybe he's figured out I'm not what he wanted, so I'm going to be beast chow.
Here's what I'm thinking. All the acolytes are here for less than a year, they're only learning basic stuff. Which means every few months, the teachers start all over again, teach the basics again, half the class dies so why bother caring. Some of them probably get off on that, because they're Sith. Some of them, though. They're probably bored. If I can come to one of them with a good list of questions, I can probably get them talking for a while.
And I've got a good place to start. I definitely felt something from the interrogation. When they were scared or in pain or angry, it was like taking a hit off their brains. I know how to ride out a high, I can deal with that. Taking it a step further and really directing it, that can be tough. Need the right setting, the right people, the right cocktail to draw it out.
So, basically I need to figure out how to ask some bored nerds questions about their mystic specialty of choice, while disguising the fact that my expertise comes from sneaking out of the house to get ferociously high with people that'd give Tremel the vapors.
Wonder if I can find any sewing needles around here. If I survive this bullshit, I'm going to want to take an afternoon off to embroider the fuck out of something. Maybe I can ask the slaves. Or make one, if I can't find any.
Straight knitting needles or a crochet hook would be easier to make, but good fucking luck finding yarn around here. Or thread for that matter. Maybe I can unravel someone's clothes? There's enough dead people around here, some of them have got to die clean enough to leave usable cloth on them.
This shit is going to come back to bite him, and it better not bite me too.
Last two were easy to figure out what to do with. Wash-up was put down, fuckup was sent back to torture because he was an alien and Tremel probably thinks he's secretly part of a galactic conspiracy or something. Never mind that unless they haul in someone expensive, torture's just going to get him saying what he thinks you want him to hear. Assassin didn't know she'd been hired to kill an Imperial spy until it got her brought in. Swearing up a storm, too, seemed to be giving the jailer almost as much trouble as the twi'lek they had in there.
Trying to judge her was hard. Every stuck-up tosser like Tremel would think they've got the One True Way to deal with an assassin like that. But some would get offended that she did it and wasn't being respectful, others would decide to be magnanimous and let her live because she's got spirit or something.
Tremel said let her live because she's a 'resource', and killing the wash-up because he's no longer useful. If I hadn't already figured out Tremel needs to die, this would've been the moment I caught on.
...And the moment right after that when he announced there's no time to waste, go kill the guardian beast of Marka Ragnos' tomb. You know. Just the critter that's been hanging out at the tomb of a former Emperor. Or whatever they called them back then. Unless it's some kind of alchemical thing, that means no one's beaten it in a thousand years. Sure! Why the fuck not.
And Tremel says it has to get done immediately. No. Fuck him, I'm in the library right now, trying to figure out where to take this from here.
I'm still not convinced Tremel expects me to get this done. Maybe he's figured out I'm not what he wanted, so I'm going to be beast chow.
Here's what I'm thinking. All the acolytes are here for less than a year, they're only learning basic stuff. Which means every few months, the teachers start all over again, teach the basics again, half the class dies so why bother caring. Some of them probably get off on that, because they're Sith. Some of them, though. They're probably bored. If I can come to one of them with a good list of questions, I can probably get them talking for a while.
And I've got a good place to start. I definitely felt something from the interrogation. When they were scared or in pain or angry, it was like taking a hit off their brains. I know how to ride out a high, I can deal with that. Taking it a step further and really directing it, that can be tough. Need the right setting, the right people, the right cocktail to draw it out.
So, basically I need to figure out how to ask some bored nerds questions about their mystic specialty of choice, while disguising the fact that my expertise comes from sneaking out of the house to get ferociously high with people that'd give Tremel the vapors.
Wonder if I can find any sewing needles around here. If I survive this bullshit, I'm going to want to take an afternoon off to embroider the fuck out of something. Maybe I can ask the slaves. Or make one, if I can't find any.
Straight knitting needles or a crochet hook would be easier to make, but good fucking luck finding yarn around here. Or thread for that matter. Maybe I can unravel someone's clothes? There's enough dead people around here, some of them have got to die clean enough to leave usable cloth on them.
