Consequences

[Sanya Tagge]

Coruscant.

Somewhere deep within the Imperial Palace...

At the centre of a dimly lit room, a figure hung suspended in the pale blue light of a containment field. While the magnetic cuffs that encircled their wrists and ankles gave them the appearance of standing to attention, their head hung forward, bowed either in exhaustion or from lack of consciousness. Sanya Tagge didn’t care which. At the touch of a button, she sent a near lethal surge of electricity into the prisoner’s cuffs.

“Wake up, you wretch.”