Somewhere deep in the recesses of some dark and dismal quarters well beyond the surface of a planet, a squad of zealous guards protected their prey: one Falleen female enclosed in a small, barely lit cell. Her cell was 10 foot by 10 foot, and on its back wall was a durasteel cot covered with a rather thin matress. She had been provided a shabby blanket to cover herself with as well.

The cell had no windows and smooth duracrete walls. It was perfectly rectangular, and the single opening in or out was a thick durasteel sliding door. Food was provided through a small slit within the door, once daily, in the form of a meager bowl of some half-liquid, half-solid ration and a disposable carton of water.

The Falleen in question was one Aelly Ssyn, captured by Cardissa Mitra. The reason she was being kept alive? Few knew...

...but there were those. Likewise, the name of Aelly's captor had not been revealed to her. Still, she was being kept alive...

...and would soon find that the pheremones she had once so cleverly used to influence others would not work so handily for her any longer...

Somehow she had been tracked. Perhaps someone turned her in? Maybe one of her own Black Sun members had been offered a reward for her capture? Possibly an undercover bounty hunter had found her? None of these questions had answers at the moment. Aelly did know one thing though. She would do all she could to find out when the time was right.

For now though, she had to figure out what to do with her current condition. She had been locked away in a cell that somewhat reminded her of several places she had sent her own captives. The fact that she had been at least given a blanket and food meant something. It told her that whoever was behind all of this wanted to keep her alive for a reason.

As Aelly Ssyn waited patiently for any clue as to where she was and why, Eran pondered his moves and his timing. Just when he felt that Aelly had been imprisioned long enough to be willing to speak with him, he decided that it was time. As Aelly sat on her cot, the large, durasteel door of her cell oiled smoothly open, and Eran, a Fierreo with golden skin and crimson hair entered, four well-aligned guards following in his wake. The door closed smoothly behind him, and the Fierreo--one of the few surviving members of his race--turned his deep black eyes intently upon Aelly Ssyn. All of her weapons removed, Eran had no fear of Aelly whatsoever.

What he feared lay far from them.

Her deep purple eyes diverted back to the man questioning her. Fine, I’ll play along for now. she thought. “Personally I feel they only have few differences to that of the Old Empire. They still try to control everything at the same time trying to make themselves the ultimate power in the galaxy.” She watched the man’s face as she replied to his question. He just nodded in response however. Not much help in trying to read him.

“So how does my answer tie into my worth? Does your boss regard the Empire in the same way or differently?” She wasn’t going to let them make her feel like some common prisoner. After all, she wasn’t a normal prisoner. She was the head of Black Sun still and she had Xizors blood in her veins. She would remain proud and a force to be reckoned with.

"Are you saying you work for the Empire then?"

Her tone remained calm and smooth.

"Let's just say I don't like it that way, and I won't say anything more unless I speak to who ever your boss is."

He paused then, considering at least dangling the smallest bit of a response to one of her questions, at least.

"The Imperials are all fools," he then said, his look smouldering. "I am not a friend of to them." He paused, his dark eyes locking on Aelly Ssyn. "And neither are you, Heir of Xizor...

...and former Mistress of the Black Sun."

She stared back at her interrogator.

Eran paused, arching a brow at Aelly Ssyn. "Would you like to meet your captor and discuss your destiny with an open mind...

But Aelly Ssyn did not have to wait long; in only a few minutes Eran returned with a squad of gaurds fully armed with strong blasters, who approached and surrounded her, a couple coming close enough to bind her hands behind her back.

Before long the golden man returned with more guards. Aelly noted the blasters the guards carried and refrained from any foolish acts. So she went along with letting them bind her hands.