Defense

Malekith watched in horror over what he had done. He was staring at the crumpled body of an agent in front of him, a body crumpled by a concentrated wave of force pushing her directly into a wall.

"I'm flattered that you find me so intimidating. Detain him.", the nearly incapacitated agent said from her spot on the floor.

He didn't resist, he was here for one purpose, to control *that*, he would heal from torture, and boy did they like to torture.

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The intel team took it as a challenge to see who could make him break. Calista came back with a vengeance but seemed to give up after he regrew fingers.

Malekith decided to look on the bright side, his pain tolerance, and mental control were being sharpened to a *very* fine point. They tried to starve him, but he learned in the long trip here in a starfighter cockpit, that he didn't really 'need' to eat. As far as he could tell, his cells regenerated faster than they would die in the event of total starvation, meaning he could go through excruciating pain for thousands of years and would be no closer to his end, comforting.

The next method they tried was concentrated venom, he was not immune. For a long time, he bared the pain. They quickly learned he would build a resistance to whatever they gave him, so they gave him increasingly worse pain. But through it all, he had a breakthrough. If he focused on the ringing in the back of his mind, he could reach out to it, with time he brought it into himself, nourishing his muscles, tempering his bones. He realized the force was slowly reinforcing his body, which he knew was possible in Star Wars, but he didn't realize it was naturally occurring. While he technically knew everything about Star Wars, he couldn't access it all at once, he had to remember to ask Lydia about it.

Speaking of Lydia, she was in discomfort throughout his long torture sessions. She knew he had could break free, but he never did, and that made her upset.

Eventually, the agents gave up and brought in the big guy. A smile washed over Malekith's face as master Kasim walked into the room.

" You are truly curious, Mr. Starsearcher. I wonder, who made you in such a way?"

"As I told the agents, I have zero clue."

"That wasn't a complete truth.'

" Believe me when I say the little I do know, won't help."

" Why don't you tell me what you do know?"

As Kasim spoke, he applied pressure to Malekith's trachea. " It will suck for me, likely for a long time, but there is not a lot you can do."

Kasim noticed that the force....wasn't responding to him, curious. "I've only seen one creature do as you are doing now, I suggest you stop."

"You've only had one guy refuse to answer questions?"

"I mean your suppression of the force."

"Didn't know I was doing that, but I'd rather not stop if I am, asphyxia is not fun."

"Then you give me no choice."

Kasim pulled out his duel blade and proceeded to slice off Malekith's right arm.

"FUCKING HELL WHY YOU ALIEN PIECE OF BANTHA SHIT I HOPE YOU BURN FOR AN ETERNITY NEXT TO ALL THAT YOU LOVE!"

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Kasim was not thrilled with Malekith's response, and Malekith learned that getting a limb cut off, hurts.

"Why did you come here?"

"To learn."

"How could you have possibly know where we were."

" Because I grew up on the homeworld of the Jedi."