Deschain's voice was filled with amusement as he watched the varied holo-feeds coming in from the Uscru Entertainment District. A bystander, a good and loyal Imperial citizen, that is, had called in a tip that a Jedi was prancing about on Imperial Center. To Deschain, it was a valuable opportunity as well as a nuisance. He'd only come back here to gather a Star Destroyer and a battalion's worth of men. He'd gotten what he'd asked for, of course, but now this? It seemed as if he'd never be able to tack down the traitorous Caden Sturn and his Jedi affiliates. This was just one less Jedi though.

"I'm going to test out the Purifiers. Send two VAAT/e's. I'll be going with them."

Kal's first warning that someone had taken an interest in him might well be the high-pitched whine of the repulsors as the pair of assault transports roared down towards the Jedi, clearly marked on the holoscreen feeds being fed to them from the varied security cameras. The many people walking near (or as near as could be to a man with a lightsaber openly worn) were likely to scatter. If the Jedi ran as well, he'd find that the gunners manning the dual heavy laser turrets were crack shots, and each craft had a full load of eight concussion missiles each to expend if absolutely necessary.

One of the VAAT/e's swung about the man, coming to a low hover to be able to face the Jedi and disgorge its load of fifteen soldiers. Marked by the green-tinted visors, the incinerator troopers leveled a number of deadly weapons at the Jedi as they spread out and moved forwards. E-11 blaster rifles, plasma casters, BT X-42 flamethrowers and DLT-19 heavy blaster rifles were in presence here today. Behind the Jedi, a likewise number and similarly armed amount of troopers emerged from the second craft, moving to cut off any possible escape at an oblique angle.

Striding with the forward line of troopers was the dark figure of Rath Deschain. He'd drawn no lightsaber; pulled no weapon. He called out as he closed the distance to the man. "You there! Throw that weapon on the ground, get on your knees and place your hands behind your head. In the name of the Empire, I hereby arrest you under suspicion of being a Jedi and carrying a banned weapon."

"You are no real Jedi. Lieutenant, take this man into holding. Get his identification. Work with the CSF and make sure he is under guard at all times. I'll want answers presently. You have your orders, Lieutenant."

Deschain spun and headed back towards the transport, leaving Lieutenant Sedivy, current platoon commander of this particular group of the Purifiers, in charge of the man. Gesturing towards two of the troopers nearby, the Lieutenant trained an E-11 set to stun on the man while the other two would close from behind and attempt to place binders on the man. If successfully bound, he'd be loaded onto the second VAAT/e for transport to the security holding areas, his identity searched for among the photos of all Jedi during the time of the Clone Wars. Whether a match was made or not, he'd be tossed into a cell, rather unceremoniously. If a match was made though, Deschain would be notified all the more quickly.

Once they would have reached the holding areas, he would allow them to take him where ever they were going to place him. It was a fun moment for him, kinda.

With this information in hand, the Lieutenant reported up the chain of command, next in line being Deschain, who made his way to the holding cell where Thanatos was currently imprisoned. Motioning the guards aside, Deschain moved to enter the cell, pausing for a moment. "Me first," was all he said to the guards, a code of some sort. The heavy, solid door swung open and then shut behind him, the only light coming from the merciless fluorescent above. Even here, he seemed to defy the light as he looked at the still-bound man.

"Kal Thanatos... Jedi. Father listed as Jor Thanatos. Mother listed as Olivia Phearson. So... you are here on Imperial Center, in direct defiance of his Imperial Majesty, a traitor to the Empire and a dangerous hum- I'm sorry, alien." The malice and amusement in his voice as he spoke the last word were quite audible.

"Tell me, Thanatos, why did you come here? Who are your allies? Perhaps if you cooperate, you will be spared the death penalty that all of you Jedi deserve."

"You say it is the same government, Thanatos? Are you truly mad? Perhaps you have a malady that can be cured through lobotomy? So the government you served before killed Jedi and placed them as most wanted, eh? No my little friend, you'll have to do better than that to convince me. I am not new to the Inquisitorious. If you cannot convince me, you certainly will be unable to convince the Grand Inquisitor on Prakith, for that is where we will be going.

"I fear it will be an unpleasant time for you, Thanatos. They will break you of your Jedi ways and you will face torture that makes that bravest man or woman blanch. So, once more, perhaps you will spare us both the time and effort and tell me why you are truly here?"

"To begin with, Jedi, you were far outgunned. Weak, those without the Force may be, but they are strong in number. If you had run or fought, the battle would have been the same. You would be a corpse instead of alive in this cell. I do not believe you because of the manner of your arrest. Instead of turning yourself in to the Imperial authorities, you walk the streets and flaunt what you are before the Empire and all its citizens.

"Luckily, perhaps for you, I do not have the final say in this matter. This rather public matter. If I did, you would not have a chance to be inducted into the Inquisitorious. I am already late in the matter of a certain Jedi I intend to find and kill. Prisoner Thanatos, I am remanding you to the Purifiers for transport to Citadel Inquisitorious on Prakith, where you will be tried for your crimes and broken of your Jedi ways. Then, and only then, will you be welcome among the Inquisitorious... if you pass their tests."

Deschain turned and rapped three times on the door. After a moment or two, it would open, allowing him exit, whereupon he would issue the orders for Thanatos' journey.

Perhaps a half hour after Deschain's departure, Lieutenant Sedivy came for Thanatos (who'd been left bound and lacked food and water). "On your feet, Jedi. We've a long way to go before you're cured of your madness."

Prakith loomed on the sensors and visual screens, the journey uneventful for the pilots; less so for the men in the back. They expected Thanatos to attempt to break free and, as such, watched him in shifts. Entering the atmosphere of Prakith without incident, the shuttle received clearance to land at Citadel Inquisitorious, where a number of the Inquisitorious members arrived to greet the prisoner. Lieutenant Sedivy was required to come along briefly as the three darksiders led Thanatos from his force cage into the depths of the Citadel.

In a rather cold room, Thanatos was ordered to strip to his underclothing, then brought before a High Inquisitor who ran the processing.

"Jedi, you admit your crime. You have been brought here to face the punishments and be reborn. Will you confess your guilt in the eyes of the Emperor's chosen?"

He awaited the moment where they would give him the punishment and follow through with it. It was horrible wait to have to endure. He couldn't help but wonder what type of punishment they would bring down upon him. Several different things crossed his mind as he sat there, waiting.

If Thanatos struggled, they'd simply continue to kick him on the ground until subdued. If he did not resist in any way, the trio of Inquisitors would roughly lift him to one of the tables and strap him down, the humming of an IT-O interrogation droid as it entered the room the first audible sign of his penance. It was a malevolent droid and quite feared by many.

The Inquisitors were methodical about their work. They intended to break Thanatos. The IT-O was there mainly for psychological purposes, at least for the moment. From a heated rack nearby, one of the men withdrew a glowing brand, the Empire's mark upon it. With little ado, he pressed he burning brand against Thanatos' left pectoral. It was the first step along the path to Inquisitor. The stench of burned skin was actually quite sweet to some.

From there, it was only going to get worse. A lot worse.