On Kurt Vizsla's way to Vadir, Granta Omega lay curled up alone in the corner of the monitoring room.
He recalled how formidable he once was, capable of toying with multiple Jedi Knights by himself, yet now he was confined to a small corner of this cramped space, even sharing it with several individuals of unknown identity.
A blond man kept staring at him, and in another spot, two Zabrak brothers squatted on stools, glaring intently at him.
"Kid, why were you caught? Did you try to steal their stuff too and get caught?" a grey-skinned Zabrak, who had even lost his right eye, kicked Granta Omega and demanded loudly.
"Go to hell." Granta Omega couldn't tolerate such treatment and immediately lunged at him, fighting back. The other Zabrak, who had been squatting on a stool, instantly stood up and delivered a flying kick.
However, the blond man merely watched the Zabrak brothers beat Granta Omega, afraid of being hit himself.
Granta Omega's close-quarters combat was not bad, but against the two strongest Zabrak selected from Dathomir, he only managed to resist a few moves before being knocked to the ground again, enduring their brutal beating.
After a short while, the two stopped their relentless fists and spat on Granta Omega.
"Pah, I thought he was some tough guy, but he can't even take a few hits. Remember this lord's name, Roar."
"Kern."
The two stood with their arms crossed, looking down at the disheveled Granta Omega on the ground.
"Atel Dark, come save him, don't let him die here. I don't want that Kaili person to cause trouble." Roar pointed at Atel Dark, the man who had been watching Granta Omega, now hiding in the corner.
Hearing Roar's command, Atel quickly pulled out medical tools from under his bed and went to assist Granta Omega.
Granta Omega was dragged onto his bed by Atel, who then began to disinfect him, preventing any complications from infection.
Outside the monitoring room, Zeta and Nehaal watched clearly, as none of these people were good; all were Force-sensitives who had completely fallen to the Dark Side, even attempting to steal from within the Mandalorian Temple.
The brothers Roar and Kern came from Dathomir, sent to test the Way of Unity to gauge its strength and, incidentally, steal all the archives from its vault. They were defeated by Zeta alone and locked in a specially prepared monitoring room for Force-sensitives.
As for Atel Dark, he was sent by Count Dooku to abduct students of the Way of Unity. He initially joined but Nehaal caught his flaw, discovering he was constantly promoting Dark Side ideologies. He was beaten half to death and thrown into the monitoring room.
Subsequently, Atel Dark was completely subdued by the two who arrived first. This also explained why he had medical supplies under his bed; Zeta and the others sent them in, fearing he might die inside.
"Thank you," Granta Omega said very softly, a word he had almost never uttered. "I am Atel Omega."
"I am Atel Dark, just call me Atel. If you want a chance for revenge, take this." Atel pulled out a small pair of scissors from a pile of medical supplies and handed them to Granta Omega.
Immediately, Granta Omega's suspicions grew. This wasn't just harming him; it was a complete conspiracy. It seemed that everyone in this monitoring room was not simple.
"No, thank you, Atel. I think you should keep this. I don't harbor that much animosity towards Roar and Kern," Granta Omega whispered to him.
At this moment, Roar, who had been feigning meditation, walked over and snatched the small scissors from Atel's hand.
"You passed this test, but be careful. In this four-person room, we two brothers are your kings. Do not attempt to resist us, for it is futile!"
Roar said with a laugh to Granta Omega, who lay below.
Granta Omega immediately cursed in his heart. This damn Atel indeed had ulterior motives. If he had accepted it, he would have faced more beatings, and his future days would be even harder.
Zeta looked at the four through the one-way window and couldn't help but sigh, "Four people can still create such a mess. Alas, the Dark Side truly harms people deeply."
"Let's wait for Kote to arrive and see how to deal with them. After all, the longest-held one has been here for almost half a year." Nehaal felt helpless; they couldn't just let them eat and drink for free.
Speaking of Kote, Kote arrived.
"It's been that long?" Kote suddenly appeared behind them and said.
"Yes, alas!" Zeta was startled; he hadn't felt Kote's Force signature or the sound of his footsteps. He had appeared silently behind them.
Kote noticed their shock and explained to them, "This is the newly developed stealth combat suit, and it's equipped with a Force-shielding amulet that I personally refined. Each of you will eventually have a set as specialized equipment for special forces." Kote explained his tight-fitting combat suit.
"As for these three useless fellows, leave them to me. Granta Omega is still useful, of course, but a little trickery is needed to deal with them." Kote pulled out a product unique to StarCraft from behind him—a neural inhibitor.
"What is this?" The two were completely unaware of its development.
"Once this is implanted in their bodies, they will become our servants." Kote smirked. After all, this was originally a mechanical creation implanted in Ghost Agents. They would be Mandalore's future Ghost Agents, operating on the front lines of war, providing all intelligence.
The two nodded repeatedly, indicating that this thing was truly effective, but they absolutely could not let others know about it. After all, no one wanted to be controlled at any time, but if Kote wasn't controlling it, they would definitely destroy it.
Kote walked into the monitoring room. The moment he opened the door, four pairs of eyes instantly looked towards the entrance.
All four recognized who this person was; his figure could be seen in the provided data and on the holonet—the de facto ruler of Mandalore, the uncrowned king of Mandalore—Kurt Vizsla.
The once extremely fierce brothers Roar and Kern instantly lost their former bossy Aura, staying obediently in the corner.
"Perhaps you all know who I am, so I won't introduce myself further. I presume you've been eating and drinking for free in this monitoring room for too long. Now it's time for you to pay. Of course, you can disagree, but that means execution. I never keep useless enemies."
Kote simply stated his conditions, and then the four quickly exited the monitoring room. Three of them felt the power of The Force after a long absence, but Granta Omega was filled with endless doubts, though no one would answer them.
A nearby police officer came to handcuff the four and blindfold them, preventing them from seeing anything outside. Outside the monitoring room, a kuat-class was waiting for them. Then, the few boarded the ship one by one, with Kote following closely behind.
Granta Omega's heart had long been in a panic. Were the Mandalorians going to start experimenting on them, trying to replicate them?!
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