Detention Cells and Security Area

The detention cells of Felucia's Jedi base, as far as Vidalu Na'an knew, had never been occupied. As she palmed the access panel into the wing, she could smell dust on the air blowing gently into her face, and long-inactive lights flickered to life, revealing a hallway lined with empty cells. 

The compartments themselves, however, were remarkably clean. Even in the dark, maintenance droids knew their work demanded attention to detail, and the cots and spare amenities the chosen cell contained were close to new. Master Aerandir Calmcacil did not believe in mistreatment of guests to Felucia--even the dangerous ones. Na'an paced evenly down the hall, pointedly inspecting each cell--instead of looking back at the tall man following a half-step behind her. mistreatment of guests to Felucia--even the dangerous ones. Na'an paced evenly down the hall, pointedly inspecting each cell--instead of looking back at the tall man following a half-step behind her. Caoimhin Shan had not spoken a word to her since she had locked him up on her ship. Even without peeking, Na'an could see the distant, half-dreamy expression on her former friend's face, as if he weren't aware of anything around him.

Caoimhin Shan had not spoken a word to her since she had locked him up on her ship two days ago. Even without peeking, Na'an could see the distant, half-dreamy expression on her former friend's face, as if he weren't aware of her, or even where he was, at all. Chances were good that that was true--he'd stopped thinking of her entirely days ago. He was probably trying to feel out where his sister was, trying to touch what was left of her mind under all of the sedatives the Masters had pumped into her system. Under that, though, she could feel the other thoughts--Vilus waiting to be let out of his tenuous prison, like the dim red pulse of blood against her temples.  

Na'an stopped, blinking hard against the dust and resisting the urge to rub at her eye again. They had stopped halfway down the hall, in front of one of the nicer single-room cells. With a brief, efficient motion she stepped to the side to clear the door to the cell, tugging with her mind on the binds around Cao's wrists to pull him into the door.

"In."

Caoimhin didn't fight it. Na'an did not even have to pull that hard to get him into the cell; he went in and watched the door closed as mildly as a lamb.  She released her Grip on his wrists as the Nelvaaniann guard slid the door shut, rubbing her fingers together to regain normal feeling in them. 

The whole time, he never said a word. Nothing to defend himself. Nothing to explain. It was Caoimhim all over, the same routine after all these years...Na'an twitched again, blinking against what had to be a flurry of dust. 

"You did this to yourself," she said harshly before turning on her heel. "You remember that."

Then she left the security area at a few paces short of a run. 

*There was admittedly a mote of hesitation in Aerandir's mind as the party escorting Eliana Shan to the detention cells, which stemmed from the fact that her brother was being held here as well. And considering what he had learned in regards to his actions regarding his sister...*

"Narvos," *he greeted the hulking Nelvaanian guard with a nod. Aerandir moved past him as he explained the situation.* "This is the sister of Caoimhin Shan, who is currently held here. I'm told he would go to any length to protect his sister. He shouldn't be much threat subdued here, but I'd keep an eye on things just in case."

*The Brute nodded his understanding, unable to resist a joke about "protective big brothers." Aerandir wasn't certain he wanted Caoimhin to even see that his sister was here, but he would likely sense it anyways. So let him just sense her, then, he reasoned. In a way, he hated the idea of depriving them of communication, but at the same time, they'd put themselves in this situation, and he didn't need any scheming to occur between them.*

"I'll be having someone sent to give her a psychiatric evaluation," *he explained to Narvos as the other two Masters placed Eliana in her cell, cuffs removed and device set down on the edge of her bed.* "Thanks for your service. I know it must be difficult, what with the... sudden transfer."

*The Nelvaanian huffed, looking to the side.* "It is my duty to serve," *he said, seemingly brushing it off, but he was unable to hide the underlying resentment towards what happened upon Coruscant.

Aerandir frowned, then at last gave him a final nod before turning towards the cell.* "I... need to learn something. I'll only be a moment." *He entered the cell, the two Masters and the Brute standing guard outside. He stood there a moment, just looking at her, before putting his hands in his pockets and looking casual.* "I know you have a story," *he began, sounding as casual as he looked.* "Care to tell me?" *He could try, at least, to learn this now. If no... well, he wasn't exactly a psychiatrist.*

*He continued to examine her, her defeat and apparent self-loathing impossible to miss, practically palpable. She had managed to lift her head to look at Aerandir, making a simple observation that her brother was here. He let his head fall to the right in an exaggerated motion, though he still wasn't entirely sure what to make of the comment. Her eyes fell again, asking what he wanted to know.

Shrugging his shoulders, he lifted his head and looked around the cell idly.* "I know you're apparently wanted. I know you're apparently notorious in Nar Shaddaa's underworld. I know you're manipulative, if not resourceful. I don't know why, though." *Hands still in his pockets, he strode in front of her, stopping and crouching low in an attempt to look up into her eyes.* "You look afraid. And that makes us do crazy things sometimes if we don't control it.

"But I know you're also brilliant. Those Life Emulators of yours. Lana's taken a liking to me, and I'm a sucker for cute kids. I don't think you could create someone like that and at heart be a bad person.

"So again, why?" *There was not a hint of accusation in his voice, but mere curiosity. There was always more depth to the story; and if Na'an's feelings were clouded by her own anger, then he would have to seek those sides himself. He didn't know Na'an enough to completely trust her judgment, nor did he know Eliana Shan at all; this information was imperative to being able to make any judgments regarding her.

And, perhaps, imperative to sparking some sort of change.*

*The mention of Lana seemed to bring some momentary genuine joy to Eliana's expression, and even Aerandir smiled. But it faded not long after hers had just vanished, inner turmoil returning within her mind.

And then she shifted the subject, answering his question. Apparently she'd wanted to make a challenge of things... But something else had stood out to him, something he just couldn't quite understand.* "Why did you 'have to be there for a few years'?"