Sora frowns reprovingly at his companions, before striding over to deactivate the containment field, sending the zabrak slumping heavily to the ground.

Bane sighs.

"Sora, doesn't it ever occur to you that it might be sensible to listen to the member of this party who hasn't had his brain wiped? That is, the one who actually had a brain to begin with..." he adds with a dark glance at Ak-Yev.

Zirak snorts appreciatively.

"Attack us, and I will cut off both your hands," he informs Eeth coldly, "Keep talking."

Eeth sits himself up, slumping against the wall behind him for support. He glances up at Sora, but gasps as he does so, slipping backwards and clutching a hand to his forehead.

"Sora... what has happened to you?"
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Sora frowns in confusion.

"What do you mean? What is wrong?"

"I... you are... I cannot sense you in the Force," Eeth says, staring at the weequay warily, "You are like a... like a hole... a dead place in the Force..."

He glances at Zirak darkly.

"And your companion is worse."

"Pathetic and insane," Zirak sneers unsympathetically, "Are you certain you used to associate with him willingly, Sora?"

"Keep those hands where I can see them," Bane warns Eeth, following the zabrak with his rifle as he rises.

Sora frowns.

"I do not know what you are speaking of, Eeth. I can still feel the Force..."

Eeth shakes his head, ignoring Bane.

"I sense the Force passing into you, but then it just... disappears. There is no balance, and it does not return. It is simply... consumed."

"He's quite clearly insane," Zirak asserts, "I wonder if those neural disruptors of his are the reason? We should stock up on them if they work this well on Jedi."

Ak-Yev eyes the disruptor field appraisingly, and then nods in agreement with Zirak.

Sora sends Zirak his signature reproving glance, before turning back to Eeth.

"We have a... a hunger," he explains grimly, "We feel a strong urge to consume the life essence of beings around us, and feel weak or fatigued if we do not do so regularly. At times it will send us into spasms if we attempt to resist for too long."
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"And by 'us' he means himself," Bane clarifies darkly, "Zirak here is sensible enough not to let it come to that."

"Exactly," Zirak agrees, "Speaking of which, how long has it been since you ate last, Sora? Should I leave you and your new friend alone for a while?"

Sora shoots Zirak another reproachful look, but Eeth stares at Zirak with a frown.

"Zirak?" he repeats, "Zirak... Derasir?"

Zirak sends him a calculating look.

"What if he is?" Bane prompts, trying not to sound too interested as he glances between the pair.

"The Sith Lord? Matron Uvariel's champion?" Eeth continues, ignoring Bane, "Is this wound in the Force something of your doing?"

"Sith Lord?" Ak-Yev interjects, his tone accusatory.

"Insane, remember?" Zirak reassures the weequay firmly.

Ak-Yev opens his mouth, then closes it, frowning at Eeth.

"You know Zirak?" Sora queries. It is his turn to frown.

"Our paths crossed once on Yavin IV," Eeth replies grimly, "And I have the scars to prove it..."

A gesture at his robed arm accompanies this.

"You're really sure he can be trusted?"

"I trust that he isn't going to kill me, yes," Sora replies, somewhat evasively.