Vel Aath stood, her eyes showing no real reaction to the pain she could see and even feel coursing through the Jedi's body.

"I see," she said, disappointment colouring her tone. "You still refuse to be forthright? Do you believe that misleading us will keep your friends alive?"

She shook her head lightly, and turned away from the Jedi. In tandem with the Inquisitor's movement, the scangrid stopped it's painful work and retracted back into the ground. A few moments were given to the woman to allow for her to gain whatever semblance of focus she could given the drug's affects, and then Vel Aath continued her interrogation.

"Lying to us won't keep them alive, Master Laran," the Inquisitor said quietly. "We've already captured one. Since you refuse to tell us out of some conception that doing so will protect your friends, we'll show you what it truly does instead."

On the far wall, an hologram emitter flared to life, and the image of the woman known to Laran as James, strapped into a similar device as the Jedi was now in. An Inquisitor stood beside her, and turned to face Vel Aath. James was shaking in her seat, and looked like she'd been crying.

"Ah, Inquisitor Vel Aath. Am I to commence?"
"Yes."

The holographic Inquisitor turned to his prisoner and Laran watched as an eerily similar scangrid rose from the ground in front of her. James gasped and twitched, trying to move, but couldn't due to the straps. The hum of the scangrid's activation soon was drowned out by the screams of the prisoner.

Vel Aath watched Laran as the hologram continued. The Inquisitoriate had done its job well, it seemed, as the body, expressions, even the screams had been painstakingly modulated based on what few recordings of the woman they'd managed to acquire. With the drug still coursing through her system strongly, the woman wouldn't be able to tell if this were truly the girl she was trying to protect, or not.