Absel, his name is Absel. Vellic nodded to himself as he considered the battered Jedi. He would have to try to remember his name - it would prove useful. The one-way plasticrete before him obscured nothing as he observed the Jedi stirring from a haze of drugs. The Echani's arms folded across his chest as he watched the Jedi slowly trying to rouse himself.
He was dead now - he was nothing. No rank, no students, he was nothing more than a captive. But a captive Jedi. If the order knew that he held one of their own... the repercussions would be immense. The Sith lord paused for a moment, considering Blix, Vaeras, and Isto Iyemm. If they had failed to bring him here secretly, then lord would ensure that they each met a terribly uncomfortable demise.
His mind drew back to the matters at hand. One pale Echani hand reaching out to touch upon the plasticrete. He would see him up close, touch and engage with him soon enough. For now he watched. Vellic had never been a Jedi, but they were his enemy. He would know his enemy...
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