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"I will break her!" roared Grievous, his voice thick with rage at the insult implied by his comrade. "No prisoner has ever withheld information from my interrogations!"

"Of that, I have no doubt, General," cooed the dark Sith Mistress Asajj Ventress. "This, however, is no ordinary captive. She is Jedi." The sinister pair had been arguing over the proper method of questioning the young Togruta Padawan since their strike force had brought her before them. Now, Ahsoka Tano was rousing herself from the flood of sleep gas they had ambushed her with. A decision would have to be reached very soon before she caused more trouble than she was worth.

Grievous gave a rough exclamation of disgust. His pride in his abilities notwithstanding, he knew the Dathomirian was right. Time was of the essence. Anakin Skywalker was not likely to leave his apprentice to their designs forever. If they were going to make her talk, it must be soon. "Count Dooku trained me in the ways of the Jedi for combat purposes. The Jedi need intense focus and concentration to use their abilities."

Ventress paused and raised an eyebrow at this. "Indeed? The Sith rely on their passions to fight. Perhaps to break her spirit, we will first need to break her focus" she hissed malevolently. "Even an inexperienced youngling can withstand a great deal of pain."

The puzzle arose a growl of discontent from Grievous, along with a violent cough. "Perhaps we should not treat her as a Jedi, but as a Togruta. Do you know of any weaknesses shared in their backwater genes?"

A sly, cruel smile crossed Ventress' lips as the answer became clear to her. "I know of one."

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"I will break her!" roared Grievous, his voice thick with rage at the insult implied by his comrade. "No prisoner has ever withheld information from my interrogations!"

"Of that, I have no doubt, General," cooed the dark Sith Mistress Asajj Ventress. "This, however, is no ordinary captive. She is Jedi." The sinister pair had been arguing over the proper method of questioning the young Togruta Padawan since their strike force had brought her before them. Now, Ahsoka Tano was rousing herself from the flood of sleep gas they had ambushed her with. A decision would have to be reached very soon before she caused more trouble than she was worth.

Grievous gave a rough exclamation of disgust. His pride in his abilities notwithstanding, he knew the Dathomirian was right. Time was of the essence. Anakin Skywalker was not likely to leave his apprentice to their designs forever. If they were going to make her talk, it must be soon. "Count Dooku trained me in the ways of the Jedi for combat purposes. The Jedi need intense focus and concentration to use their abilities."

Ventress paused and raised an eyebrow at this. "Indeed? The Sith rely on their passions to fight. Perhaps to break her spirit, we will first need to break her focus" she hissed malevolently. "Even an inexperienced youngling can withstand a great deal of pain."

The puzzle arose a growl of discontent from Grievous, along with a violent cough. "Perhaps we should not treat her as a Jedi, but as a Togruta. Do you know of any weaknesses shared in their backwater genes?"

A sly, cruel smile crossed Ventress' lips as the answer became clear to her. "I know of one."

Enjoy!

SS