Sad Machine {RexXocXAnakinXFives}

Chapter One

Lying to me

"Good evening, master," the white haired woman spoke softly from where she was kneeled. The hologramed man smiled as he looked down at her, linking his hands together in an absent gesture.

"Good evening, my young apprentice, I see things are going according to plan?" She nodded, allowing herself to rise to her feet to meet the older mans gaze. She watched him, his dark eyes moving around the large command room of the Pathfinder, her personal ship of command. It was a large cruiser that she had been given responsibility of to make her upcoming mission easier and more believable to the scheduled guests that they had.

"Yes, master, our prisoners arrived right on time and with some extras for the young ones to play with." The man chuckled, loving the way her mouth curved into a taunting smirk. "I believe Lisette is interrogating the pets of the republic before he'll move onto the Jedi. I assumed you'd want them in peak condition so you can enjoy crushing them more thoroughly." Sidious grinned maliciously, wondering how someone like the woman before him could come from Asteria Black. 'A once noble Jedi and now.. her daugher serves me,' his face twisted sinisterly as he thought of all the ways the woman before him would help destroy the Jedi order that had tried for so long to snuff him and others like him out.

"Perfect, i assume you will be making an appearance for our guests now?" She gave a faint nod, the man casually glancing over his shoulder as the sound of a door hissing sounded behind him. "Good. I will be taking my leave then, my young apprentice, make sure that they get the best welcome a Sith like you can give them."

"Of course, Master," the hologram faded, Ceres releasing a long sigh as he reached up to rub her face, her fingers brushing against the helmet on her head. 'How did I forget I was wearing this?' She reached up with both hands to press the electric points behind her ears on her helmet, the mask disappearing completely. Her gloved hands hesitated in front of her face, 'is this really worth it?' She wondered briefly, having wanted to rub her eyes tiredly but merely shaking her head, reaching up to reactive the helmet. It shot out, covering her head completely in a matte black metal before the visor activated, showing a computerized version of her surroundings. Looking up, her vision was the same as when not wearing the helmet though wearing it gave her more options for sight. She had contemplated not wearing it but had decided against it last minute, shaking her head and making her way out of the command center.

"General," a few droids greeted as she made her way past them down the hall. "Are you on your way to see the prisoners?" A lone droid stopped before her, his blaster holstered at his hip.

"Yes, Captain, would you mind escorting me there?" Her voice changed, deepening more than she would have liked, causing many droids to be confused.

"Of course, mistress," many droids struggled discerning if she was a man or a woman when she wore the helmet. Not because of a lack of feminine characteristics but because the voice modulator threw them off so much. 'Even machines are idiots,' the pair stepped into an all black elevator, the glowing buttons being the only thing that stood out in the large space.

"General?" She reached out, pressing the button that would take them to the detention floor. Her face was a cool sea of calm despite knowing that the droid before her couldn't see or sense her emotions. It was something she had built up during her time as a youngling and a padawan. 'Emotion is weaknesses,' she mused internally though that wasn't the way of the Sith. 'Old habits die hard,' though she did have to admit that being so emotionally detached had helped her more than it had harmed her. Many Sith that surrounded her were immensely unbalanced and easily pushed over the edge but she wasn't like that. Having been trained in both the light and the dark, she had never had a problem maintaining control. 'Plus,' a small voice reminded her as she stepped out of the elevator, 'youre a Sith.' She knew her place and had never been one to skitter away from the fact that she enjoyed the darkside of the force greatly. "Good luck," the droid spoke up, Ceres offering the droid a polite nod of her head before turning to her right and heading down the long hallway. The interrogation room was her current destination, having sensed a sole individual in the room beside Lisette. Lisette was an... interesting man that her master had picked up several years ago. He was force sensitive but minimally trained, mostly to be able to pull information out of hostages and torture them. She believed he was a... What was the species called? Vahla? They were pretty much human except for their cartilage like bones and their oddly colored eyes and skin tone. For example, Lisette had dark grey skin with long jet black hair that he kept braided intricately with large deep set violet eyes. He was an attractive man in his own right but Ceres had never liked him. They mirrored each other in many ways, both using their beauty to their advantage and both taking great pleasure in their jobs but at the same time... Lisette always seemed to go overboard. Even when his orders were merely to obtain the necessary information, he would wreck the minds of those who he found no more use for and that was only after he had broken them completely physically. Ceres found herself frowning at the thought, hoping that he hadn't already finished up with the captive he had inside. Pressing her hand gently into the entry pad, the door swished open to reveal Lisette and a blond haired man. 'A clone?' Her eyebrows shot into her hair as they settled on his white and blue armor, a similarly painted white and blue helmet sitting on the table that Lisette presently leaned against. The blonde was presently strapped to a silver contraption that was used to hold prisoners captive though this one was held at a vertical angle. The clone was panting heavily, his gold eyes narrowed down at the grey skinned man who was absently twirling a scalpel in his hand before snapping to attention when he realized she had entered.