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"What...higher power..." Alicia asked through gritted teeth.

Chronos chuckled.
"Why, the Emperor Palpatine." His grin grew; teeth sharp and menacing.
"As we speak, we are transmitting details of your capture to the Empire. You will make a pretty prize for the Emperor, and my standing will be elevated. Yield to me here, or he will break you..."

Oh...c'mon... Alicia thought. You'll give me to him anyway. "Palpatine'll get me anyway." she responded. That grin was getting to her...for some reason every person who's tried to kill her had a thing for cliche. Maybe it was catching, a part of her mused.

"Maybe, but the sooner the better. I sense vast disturbances in the force; as though the son betrays the father. A Darkness rocks the family of light; a Masaki perhaps...A trifling. It will not matter once this is done. Soon all the Universe will know of us; and bow before the might of the sith"
He sent a blast of raw power through her. "I could spare you; turn you..."

She was ready for the pain, the waves of hurt that streamed through every part pf her being. It took her a moment to get his last words. She shuddered, as every nerve in her body seemed to catch fire, tripping defensive nanite mechanisms.

There was one offense for which The Tower showed no mercy -- mind rape, the destruction of a being's very essense. It was enough to permanently seal the user from ever wielding the force, from sensing the thaumaturgic flows, and to seal a person in oblivion for eternity.

OOC: a small BUMP!

There were things that Alicia knew, of no particular importance to Weyr's security, but which could destroy the Kingdom if manipulated with proper skill. Maybe....

"Tell me everything you know; everything I need to bring your wretched kingdom to its knees. Bow to me, yield to me and know true power. I will give you the darkness and blot out the light, I will scourge the very stars to bring you power, all you need do is yield, give in, and I will" He sent the power forth again, tearing at her mind and body; surging through them both like wildfire.
"Give me what I want..."

OOC:
@Chronosia: after some thought, I've decided that you can kill Alicia without getting the jihad. It's up to you whether Palpatine shows up, whether Chronos keeps trying to turn her, or whether you kill her.,

"No...." Alicia's mind reeled. She screamed, trying to break her bonds, as...things...began to come undone inside. She turned inward, grasped the threads, wove a ball of what made her....herself."I...refuse..."

"You refuse?" Chronos chuckled. "Bring in the Slaaneshi!"
The followers of Slaanesh filtered in; one wore a strange device upon his arm; tubes ran through it, into him, puncturing the skin, draining vile fluids from beneath poc-marked flesh that seemed to somehow exude an aura of want.
He reahced forward and long thin, dangerously sharp needles surged from the gauntlet; into her arm.
"The followers of Slaanesh produce all manner of vile toxins and venoms in their bodies....And use that as a weapon; gifted by Slaanesh. The needles contain runes within runes to the atomic level; there is nothing more potent in all the Imperium."
He turned, moving from her.
"Now, High King....Tell me everything, tell us..everything and then we will take you to Palpatine, a fine gift for him..."

They can't kill you, a voice whispered. Not yet. You've lived through worse...

Chronos chuckled.
"More...Make her suffer. Make her feel pain like never before; then we will get what we want. If we destroy her mind, then so be it; but keep pushing....Keep pushing till we get everything or nothing remains!"

"I..don't think...the Emperor'll be happy...if that happens.."[/i] she responds.

"He didn't ask for you alive; or at all. He doesn't know, but you are quite the subversive element....The rebellion could do with seeing you dead, but I'd rather not martyr you to their cause" The needles thrust deeper.
"So, yield; shall we?"

There's nothing....to yield for... it was a thought, not even spoken. "Your methods suck, by the way."