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Darkness freed.
09-14-2012, 08:27 AM
As the luxury star yacht spirited toward whatever new destiny lay before her Jessa's slender fingers ghosted over the controls at the console a port of the main console. Despite all her training, the young woman remained largely ignorant as to the affairs of the galaxy and that rough and rigorous training had taught her that for her to survive, she needed to plan every movement. She had to constantly stay two steps ahead of whatever opposition she may encounter. Soft brown eyes scanned over the flurry of information at a feverish pace. Her sharp, analytical mind committed each bit of the relevant information to memory with droid like precision.
Though after several hours reading detail after detail about the current history of the galaxy, she finally let her dexterous fingers come to a halt. She'd digested enough basic information to at least protect herself from the less common dangers of the galaxy. And that was enough, for now.
It'd been months since she was last allowed to clean herself for prudence had dictated that she not waste time on the niceties her mind craved. And so with more than ten hours until the ship reached its destination Jessa stood. Despite the months in the tropical climate from which she so recently escaped, the young woman, long and tall, was the epitome of beautiful. Her long fall of hair the color of chocolate cascaded down her back and licked at the dimples made exposed by the tight black top that only served to cover her modest chest. The subtle curve of her feminine form gave way to the sudden flare of her hips which were only lightly obscured by the second skin like shorts she wore, and at her belt, hung lazily the item, immediately recognizable, that labeled her for what she was, a trained Force user.
Barefoot she strode with a cat like grace from the cockpit and down the lavishly adorned hall. With a fluidity and economy of movement that wasted nothing she sauntered into the owner's cabin and stared down at the portly man whom she'd deliberately kept alive. A cruel smirk crossed her angelic sun kissed face. She knew that the ambassador had useful information, which is why she did not cut him down along with his wife and children when they'd regrettably set down on the planet where she had been trained.
But before she questioned him, she would bask in the comforts of this ship. For far too long she'd been forced to scratch out a life in the muck and mire of the jungle. So, as she strode past him without a word, she haistly pulled the tight black top from her slender torso and casually discarded it on the floor.
Timidly, and with great trepidation the ambassador found the will to speak, to question his family's murder, and his subsequent incarceration. Obviously shaken, his mouth opened as he looked to the side and eyed the beautiful woman from the back. "W what do you want with me? My family, where is my family?" He begged to know. But Jessa had no words for him. Not yet. And so, unashamed and topless she turned. Despite the man's fear, he could not help but take in her beautiful, yet dirty form. Eyes caressed the tight corded muscles that made up her long stomach, but before they could come to fall on her bust Jessa held a hand up, almost lazily and clenched her fist.
No she did not use her talents to crush his windpipe. She needed him alive and breathing. Instead she used the Force in a much more sinister way. Before the man could continue to question, or to beg the air about him became dense, heavy and oppressive. The weight of it sat on his supine form, and even had his wrists not been tightly bound behind his back and under the immense weight of his obese form, he could not possibly fight against the weight placed upon him by the dark woman's sinister powers.
Like a fish out of water the obese man opened his mouth and gasped for air. But the weight of the atmosphere around him, and the density of the air his lungs took in only allowed him enough breath to remain conscious.
Again she turned toward the refresher, and maintained her control of the air around him. While she unclasped the intricately carved metal tube from her belt she smiled to herself and spoke in an almost melodic voice. "We have plenty of time to converse Ambassador." Then, without another word she slipped into the refresher and rid herself of the black shorts that so ineffectively hid her wiles.
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09-14-2012, 12:00 PM
What must have seemed like hours to the ambassador was in reality only a matter of twenty minutes.
The beautiful Sith woman was reluctant to leave the all encompassing warmth of the sanistream, though she knew she had indulged herself long enough. So she stopped the flow, and wrapped a towel around her athletic form. Though as she lifted her light saber from where it hung next to the mirror she could not help but stop and look. It had been months since she'd seen her reflection in anything other than a stagnant pond. And even though the same beautiful face that greeted her every time before had not changed in its relentless beauty, Jessa could not help but bask if her own splendor for the members of her order did not only covet power and and control, they also coveted beauty. And her beauty was unmatched by any in her own estimation.
It was not only anger and hate that made her side of the Force more powerful. But vanity and the will to find perfection. Those were the true allies she sought out in the darkside of the Force.
Idly the fingers of her left hand spun the relatively thin lightsaber hilt round as she again memorized every detail of it with her fingers. Her weapon of choice, much like herself was a manifestation of the Sith's infatuation with physical beauty. Unlike many of the lightsabers she'd studied since her escape, her's was devoid of visible external controls. Instead of being marred by controls, its smooth shinny shaft was etched with hundreds of characters from a language long dead to all but a few. It, in itself was a work of art.
Finally she found perchance to tear her eyes away from the mirror, and used the towel that was wrapped round her statuesque body to dry what remained of the sanistream. Then with only her lightsaber and belt in hand, she again walked out into the main cabin of the owner's quarters. There she found her quarry still gasping for air. Wide eyed he radiated fear. Fear, to Jessa was as tangible as a ship, or vibroblade.
Without a word the Sith woman sauntered past without a second glance and opened the expansive luxury wardrobe that she knew to hold the Ambassador's wife's clothing. While Jessa loved the sultry feel of her tight top and shorts, she knew that where they were going, that manner of dress would stand out. And standing out was something she could ill afford at the moment. So she rifled through the expensive garments that the Ambassador had spent tens of thousands of credits on.
While Jessa wanted to adorn her beautiful body by the illustrious silks, and tightly woven cotton blends that she found, she knew she had to choose something more practical. Though the drive to feel those soft fabrics against her flesh yet again was strong. But not stronger than her desire to survive and eventually bring herself to power.
And so, she finally settled on what could only be described as an unremarkable pair of black cargo pants, and a black nerf hide jacket she could wear over her tight top to conceal her weapon of choice. Though her top would need to be cleaned first. So she simply donned the pants and jacket, then fixed her belt round her flaired hips so it rested just below the protruding bones.
However, she did not hang her lightsaber. Instead, while one hand zipped up the jacket, the other touched the character's etched in the handle that would ignite it. With the distinctive snap hiss, her crimson blade came to life, and stopped but a few millimeters from the Ambassador's left eye. "So Ambassador, tell me more about this new Galactic Empire."
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09-15-2012, 08:19 AM
The ambassador did not even attempt to hold anything back from the young woman. There was no need to and he knew what she was willing to do to him if he was not completely truthful with him. Everyone had heard the stories of what the Sith did to those who did not bend to their will.
Hours past while the Sith woman listened and continued to formulate her plan. And finally, once he had told all he knew she stood from the chair she'd been sitting in. While she was ultimately indifferent to the suffering of others, she did not relish the death of a being whom bore no real threat to her. It was just that she saw beings like the ambassador as unimportant. He could offer her nothing further, and his continued existence could reveal her presence to others. And so, with a look of indifference upon her beautiful, flawless face she sauntered barefoot to where he still lay bound on the bed. With a slow gesture of her slender hand she used a gentle pull in the Force to urge him to stand. "Wh, what are you going to do to me? I told you everything I know." He asked nervously. And in response, while she maintained her hold on him through the Force she said simply in a voice completely devoid of emotion. "It is time for you to join your family." Despite his knowing that they couldn't still be alive, a small flicker of hope lit in his eyes.
Within moments she'd lead him to the forward airlock. But the sight that greeted them was not one he had hoped for. Strewn about the floor lay the disheveled bodies of his wife and daughters that had been rend limb from limb. Despite the shock of seeing his family slain, he was neither surprised, nor fearful. Instead he'd come to terms with the inevitable. Though his heart ached for the loss of his daughters and wife, he knew that he would soon be with them again for if this woman was willing to murder children, there was no telling what she would do to him.
A shudder of fear wracked his body, but he did not waver. Proud he stood and turned on his toes to face the beautiful woman who was about to end his life.
Jessa did not see herself as evil. This was just her nature. The Sith were born to rule, and if coming to rule meant that a few insignificant beings had to be destroyed then so be it. With a flick of her hand the man was sent from his feet and into the far wall of the airlock. The feel of his fear was nearly intoxicating. It fueled her, sustained her in ways only a true Sith could understand. And her lust for it drove her to force the man to suffer in death.
Another flick of her hand closed the interior door to the airlock. Inside a green light flicked to red, and the exterior door shot open. The fear felt by the man spiked, and flooded through that continuum that all Force sensitive beings felt.
She watched, elated as the man and his murdered family was suddenly pulled from the small airlock into open space. The look on his round face, the width of his eyes only reinforced the feeling she leached on through the Force. But the feel vanished within seconds. She felt his life wink out, though the look of terror on his face remained.
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09-16-2012, 05:36 PM
Time was her's. For one who cared nothing for what the Emperor did with the universe, all she had to do is bide her time, plan and prepare. And prepare was what she did.
After Jessa spaced the Ambassador she put in to a wayward station. There she traded the Ambassador's wealth of credits for items more tangable, and less traceable. Spice, weapons, medical supplies, anything she thought to be of value and good for barter further out on the rim. She'd also wanted to trade off the Ambassador's ship for one less conspicuous, but found no being that would handle or trade for such an item. Though she was not defeated. Instead only set back as she would have to program new identification codes and modify the exterior of the luxury yacht. One such as that had undoubtedly been custom built for the wealthy man's particular tastes. Its distinct design would have been easily recognizable by any authority that saw it.
After less than a day the beautiful young SIth woman left the rickety old station and made the quick jump toward Klatooine. There in the Hutt controlled space she would undoubtedly find not only parts and mechanics that she needed, but the veil of secrecy that would allow her to sit and wait until the time was right for her to again take to the stars so she could further her plans for gaining power and support throughout the rim.
She knew it would be no easy or quick task. The two she felt through the force had solidified their power, and for now had the support of the people they no doubt wished to enslave.
Days went by without incident. The pseudo slaves of the Hutts, the Klatooinians asked no questions, and despite Jessa's revultion at the non humans, she managed to stay her dark thoughts. She was more than capable of effecting the modifications herself. But she felt her energies were better spent elsewhere, for now. So instead of taking part in the refit, and modification of her ship, she spent days in the owner's cabin in deep meditation.
Ever since she had been young, she had an unusual connection to the darkside of the force. Almost a kinship that manifested itself naturally. More-so she believed than the two she planned to eventually overthrow. During those days where she knelt on the plush carpeted floors she followed the ebb and flow of the Force around her, let her mind wander on them to the different eventualities that the darkside showed her. conceiving thoughts of how to alter those eventualities raced through her mind at each juncture.
Neither soreness from lack of use, nor pang of hunger drove her from her meditative state. But then suddenly her journey through the rifts came to a halt. She could neither see nor hear what the darkside was trying to show her. But she felt it's intent. Then the strange pull of something that must be done pulled her back into consciousness and pushed her to her feet.
Still dressed in the black cargo pants, her tight midrift top and black nerfhide jacket, Jessa sauntered out of the owner's cabin and toward the ramp that lead to the duracreat landing pad. Her oddly designed weapon snared tightly in its hide bound scabbard across the small of her back gave her comfort as she felt she would find use of it this day.
Despite her hatred of footwear, on this planet with it's rocky ground and hot sand drove her to wear thick soled boots that strapped up her toned calve. The feel of them on her feet was almost alien to her. But she adapted quickly.
On she sauntered down the side streets, and through the markets while she let her senses guide her toward what the darkside wanted her to find.
Despite the retaliative heat of the planet, Jessa's skin remained cool and pristine. Not bound by the same reverence for the use of the Force that the Jedi had, she felt free to use it to create a barrier of cool air around her.
But then, suddenly the feel of being driven ceased and was replaced by one of forewarning.
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09-16-2012, 08:34 PM
Nanua peered out from behind the boxes and piece of metal where she had hid when the confrontation had begun. That was what she had been told to do when the hunters came upon them. She was only five in human years, still considered a mere pup amongst her people Oh how she wanted to go out and help Master Trynna but Trynna had told her strongly to stay hidden, and so Nanua obeyed.
"You must stay quiet, you must survive young one." Trynna urged her student before they had been caught up with
Trynna a tall lithe woman, with dark skin found herself with her back against the wall. She had taken a wrong turn, and ended up in a blind alley. Now she had a fight on her hands to defend herself and most importantly the youngling. This was a fight to the death, for Trynna could see it in their eyes.
"Surrender Jedi, we don't plan on killing you, the price on your head is much higher than if you were dead." one of the bounty hunters stated with a growl.
"That sounds like a rather tempting offer, but.. no not going to let you take me alive. Instead you won't be the one walking out of here, I will." a flash of white teeth, towards her hunters.
A hot wind whipped up blowing down the alley catching bits of paper in its grasp and taking it up into the air. Trynna had her lightsaber out, its blue hue glowing brilliantly.
"Alright don't say I wasn't trying to be nice." the bounty hunter replied. His eyes flicked upwards seeing movement there, his little rabbit was boxed in nicely.
With a nod, those that had been part of the hunting party started firing at Trynna who turned into a whirling dervish, her saber deflecting the shots and reflecting the shots back towards those that sent the bolts of energy towards her. Trynna fought with the fury that any mother of any species would fight, in order to protect the young. And they fought furiously, especially when cornered.
Nuana thought that her master glowed with an unearthly light due to her calling upon the force. It was probably the sun which was beating down upon the combatants.As the bothan youngling watched, Trynna downed three of her eight opponents, had just sent another shot towards the fourth.To Nuana's dismay, she saw Tyrra get hit by another shot which snuck in through her defenses. Trynna dropped to the ground and laid there unmoving. Nuanna stifled a scream, seeing her master fall.
"Find the young one, it will make a profit in the slave market."
"I thought we were needing to kill those who were part of the jedi."
"It is young enough and there are those that will pay a high price for one like that."
Nuana knew she was in danger, she didn't know what to do, then she heard a voice saying, "Run!"
Without any hesitation, Nuana darted out from her hiding place between the legs of her would be captors. She thought she was going to get away until she tripped over something which made her fall to the ground. She was roughly yanked up off her feet, hanging there in mid-air being held by the back of her shirt collar.
"Got you!"
Nuana yelped, "Let me go!"
Then she saw Master Trynna being shot several times just to make certain she was dead. Nuana howled out mournfully, then went limp in defeat, she was now alone, at the mercy of those who had caught her.
"Get the bounty up and lets get moving." the hunter commented to his people.
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09-16-2012, 10:31 PM
Jessa's head swiveled upon her slender neck so quickly that her long brunette fall of hair whipped round behind her. Using both the Force and her natural senses the Sith woman zeroed in on the fight that raged on in the near distance.
She knew it was not an attack on herself, and felt the bright life of the slain Jedi wink out. While a part of her smiled at the loss of one of her sworn enemies, another drove her, called her to action. Never in her life did she think she would come to the aid of one who followed the other path. But something called to her and commanded that she spring into action.
In the blink of an eye the statuesque woman went from a stand still into a force run. To the casual observe it may very well have seemed that she simply vanished into thin air. Less than a heartbeat later the dark haired beauty came to a screeching halt a dozen feet from the first of the group.
What was she doing? She wondered to herself. Coming to the aid, or rather revenge in the name of a Jedi? No, there had to be more. Some reason the Force had driven her into action, action that would delay her plans, and cause her to dive deeper into hiding.
It took her but a second to take stock of the situation. There would be no warning, no chance for the attackers to surrender. Furious violence of action was her way. It had always served her well.
The one who held the alien, strong in the force, turned his head and smirked. But as he opened his mouth to tell her that this was none of her business Jessa flicked her wrist. The cylindrical, and intricately carved weapon she crafted from ancient parts flew from its hiding place and into her hand. A sudden flood of chaos, and malevolent hate flooded outward from her center and toward the men who attacked the Jedi, and now held the young Bothan.
No sooner than the feelings of hate and foreboding hit them Jessa ignited the crimson blade and sent it spiraling toward its intended target, the hunter whom held the Bothan.
Simultaneously her mind reached out for the fallen Jedi's lightsaber and pulled it toward her next target. In mid flight it's blue blade sprang to life with that distinctive snap-hiss only a micro second before it impaled her target while her own weapon severed the brute's arm at the elbow. The blade that impaled the hunter continued on through and came at a great speed into Jessa's off hand while her own brilliant crimson blade came back to her forward hand.
Her's held forward, and the other, the Jedi's weapon held in the unorthodox Shien's reverse grip she started forward at a rapid pace. Though she could have easily dispatched the remaining three men without moving a toe, she had long ago learned that telling others of your exact power, while fulfilling, was not tactically wise.
And so she shot toward the well trained men in a blur. Red and blue blades spun round her body and batted back blaster fire. No, she did not aim the retorts in any particular direction. She was a Sith in the midst of a battle she stood no chance of loosing. She needed to not only feel their lives wink out, but see it in their eyes. Smell the alluring scent of burnt flesh as the blades she wielded rend limb from body.
Despite their professional actions Jessa could feel their fear. It was so palatable that she could almost taste it on her tongue. Effortlessly the blue blade spun forward in the palm of her hand and cut the blaster, as well as a man's forward hand. With a quick followup slash from her own crimson blade brought to life by the ten thousand year old crystal relieved his head from his shoulders. It was so quick that he didn't even have the opportunity to scream in pain.
Agile feet took her left, and batted a blaster bolt into the ground so close to her next target's feet that it singed the leather of the toes of his boots. But before the dust began to fall the reversed grip she held on the Jedi's lightsaber slashed through the top of his head, and her elbow that followed sent bone, hair and grey matter into the last man's face.
While he reached for his face Jessa came to a halt and discarded the Jedi's weapon. A simple pinch of her fingers choked off the last man's air, and an effortless twitch of her arm sent the man reeling toward the hard stone wall to her left.
A resounding thud sounded in the dead ended alleyway. So powerful was the impact that the soft muscle and weak bone of the hunter indented the wall and cracked the stone. Though none of him remained other than the pile of flesh and bone that collected at the base of the impact.
Without having even being winded Jessa turned to the young Bothan. Fire burned behind her beautiful brown eyes, and a little smirk crossed her plush full lips. She would have hoped that an apprentice sent her way would be a human one. But she knew the Darkside did as it did for a purpose, and so she did not shun what had been given to her by the universe.
The slow hiss of her crimson blade extinguishing filled the dead calm of the aftermath, and without so much of a bead of sweat the illustrious Sith woman stepped forward and reached out in the force to the Bothan. She sent an emotion she rarely used toward the furry creature, calm, and smiled. "Come with me." She said in a perfectly calm melodic voice. But as she stowed her weapon of choice at the small of her back the moaning brute whom she had left alive rolled prone and lifted a hold out blaster in his only hand.
Lightning fast reflexes spun Jessa round, and her palm came before her chest where the bolt was to impact. The scent of burning flesh filled her nostrils. While she was strong in the force, and well versed in it's use. She had yet to perfect all her skills, and while the bolt was stopped. The heat from the proximity of it singed the palm of her hand. Though instead of recoiling in pain, she stepped forward and brought her uninjured hand before her. With a quick twist of her wrist the man's head visibly snapped from left to right and the sickening crack of sinew separating filled her ears.
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09-27-2012, 05:09 PM
Nanua hit the ground, bending her knees to asorb her contact upon it. The minute her feet hit the ground she dove for cover hiding behind another crate in order to get out of the way. She peered out from behind, keeping low to the ground, watching the person whom interrupted her would be captors and the assains of her master.
Her eye grew round, as Nanua recognized this scene from a faintly remembered dream. It was the flash of red and blue from two light sabers, as some unknown woman whirled through her foe. The woman mowing them down, like they were nothing but the long grass in a field, ready to be harvested. The excitement ended as the woman killed the last remaining hunter. Nanua was slightly nervous, and yet felt a calmness decend upon her. slowly, she stood from behind the crate, looking at the dark haired woman, then her eyes flicked over to where her former master's blade had been tossed. Nanua wanted the blade as well as anything she could take to remember her teacher.
With cautious steps, Nanua picked up her teacher's lightsaber, then moved over to the unmoving body, tears filling her eyes, She rubbed the tears away with the back of her sleeve.
"Thank you for helping me out." as Nanua tried to remove the backpack from her master's body "My master has some things to heal your hurt hand." she added, as her body started trembling, then she started to cry in earnest. "I can't get the thing off." she bawled, clutching her master's lightsaber close to her.
Nanua was scared, frightened, she felt the darkside emmanating from the woman, and yet, Nanua felt strangely drawn towards her too, causing Nanua some confusion, but the lady saved her! Her fur was wet from the tears that poured down her cheeks, its ginger color becoming dark. Nanua was heartbroken, and uncertain about her future, what will she do and what will happen to her? Nanua layed her head upon her master's body, sobbing and holding her tight.
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09-30-2012, 09:40 PM
The dark mistress looked down upon her new charge with an unwavering gaze. A gaze likened to that of a raptor about to snatch a vole from the fields far below as the furry young beast thanked her. But she said nothing in response, not when she picked up the dead Jedi's lightsaber, nor when she tugged at the pack and offered relief from the blissful pain in her hand. Instead she studied the movements and character of her new apprentice.
But when the young Bothan began to sob over the body of her former master Jessa stepped forward and said quietly, but with a punch through the force so her words would resonate through every fiber of the Bothan's being. "Use it. Hold it inside and let it grow until the sadness turns and can be used."
She had no need for the contents within the Jedi's pack, nor did she intend to allow her new charge to retain the lightsaber held by her former master. But she chose not to deny her of them just yet. Things of a sentimental nature held power over those that coveted them. And the loss of those things held the gateway to her side of the Force.
So, without another word she bent and pulled the Bothan from the fallen Jedi's corpse and dislodged the pack which Jessa shouldered, then turned back towards whence she came. Only then did she speak again. "Come with me, or die here." She exclaimed in her melodic, beautiful voice. "Either way it is of no matter to me." She lied. Though through useage of her gifts held the deception dear, and projected a false sense of truth.
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10-06-2012, 09:06 PM
The words of the woman, resonated through Nanua's body, it stopped her tears, and brought her to her senses. Scrambling up from where she had been, her knees dusty from the hard packed earth. Wiping her face once more, Nanua was quick to follow the only lifeline she had. With her stature Nanua couldn't see which way they were heading, She didn't wish to die, not here.
Nanua craned her head back trying to catch another glimpse of the dark and powerful woman, who struck down those, that killed her teacher. In doing so, the young bothan tripped over a small pothole causing her to fall to the ground. Instead of sitting there and bawling, Nanua scrambled to her feet and ran to catch up with Jessa.
The sights, the scents all became more of a blur, her nostrils picking up the many aromas some good some bad, as she followed her rescuer. Her stomach rumbled, when they passed by something that smelled so delicious, she stifled the whine that came to her lips, feeling the pangs of hunger. There were items for her to eat within the backpack, that her rescuer had. That kept her going, determined to stop to eat when they were safe and sound.
Her ears perked up at one time thinking that they were being followed, however the one who had been following, had been left behind. The pace of the duo slowed down, the sith woman nearing their destination, from what Nanua thought. She was thankful, gasping slightly, being a bit out of breath. Her legs were tired, her mouth dry, she licked her muzzle trying to moisten her nose. Her lungs burned as well as her legs. Nanua sat down upon a crate feeling her legs tremble. She felt like crying once more but refrained, she was worried that if she cried, she'd be left behind.
"Is this your ship?" she asked, getting up from the crate she had sat upon, walking over to Jessa, actually daring to make contact with the tall woman, upon the side of her leg, patting it gently with her hand.
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10-10-2012, 10:24 AM
Jessa remained quiet, shrouded in the darkside of the force during their walk from the battle grounds to the hanger which held her ship. Not even when the young one fell did she stop to react even though every fiber of her being told her to lash out in punishment for the ill chosen steps.
It wasn't until they reached her ship, and the Bothan touched her leg that she again spoke. And as she did she projected calm even though the alien touch on her leg made her skin craw. "It is." She said then stepped toward the modified star yacht.
Gone were the sleek shinny lines, the illustrious beauty of what it had once been. The extensive modifications to the hull and engines had turned this once beautiful ship into a monstrous looking mismatch of parts. Thicker, armored hull plating covered every inch of her hull, the broad windows that allowed guests and the owners to view space around them were gone. And while Jessa had admired it's beauty, she desired a ship that could not only take her from place to place, but fight it's way out once there. But the means to fight had yet to be added.
The dark lady surprised herself as she stepped away toward the ship, by reaching backward toward the small Bothan. The tips of her slender fingers ghosted over the fur atop who was soon to become her apprentice and unleashed a burst of confidence through the force. It was not her use of the Force that surprised her. She was well accustomed to using it as she saw fit. But rather the contact with the alien was what confounded her. Never before would she ever have willingly touched an alien in a kind way. But even given her surprise, she did not allow it to be known by anyone in the hanger, force sensitive or not.
While she sauhtered towards the dockmaster that oversaw the workers as they continued with the modifications she called back over her shoulder and said in a calm, yet commanding voice. "Take your things aboard and wait for me in the lounge." Then came to a hault before the squat Klatoonian and began to converse.
It had been her intention to spend as much time as needed here to modify her ship. But her recent actions would undoubtedly bring attention to herself. Either the attention of the remaining Jedi, or the newly formed Empire. And attention from either would greatly hinder her plans. So when the foreman told her it would be several days before her craft was space worthy she became irate. Fire lit behind her deep chocolate colored eyes, and a snarl came to her plush lips. Statuesque in form, the very air round her almost crackled with energy as she glowered down at the Klatooinian. "You have twelve hours to have my ship space ready." The simple, yet obvious threat of what would come of him if he failed pierced his veins as her control over the force caused the veins in his neck to constrict and stop the flow of blood to his brain. No, this was no simple choke.
Moments before his knees gave way she relenquished her grasp and stormed toward the ship, up the ramp and into the lounge. And while the storm had subsided the anger in her eyes remained while she came to a stop directly before the young Bothan. While she wanted to unleash her anger on the alien, she knew better. Something told her that traditional methods used for turning Jedi to the darkside would not work. And so instead she forced her anger down, and came to a seat across the lounge, then finally asked. "What is your name child?"
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10-10-2012, 03:26 PM
Nuana complied with the commanding tone of her new 'friend' and walked inside the large ship. Her eyes darted about, finally stopping upon an area where she could deposit her meager belongings. Placing them in a neat and tidy pile, the ginger colored bothan youngling, climbed up into one of the inviting chairs, giving a small sigh of relief. Even though things were uncertain at least for now she had a roof over her head.
Nuana lightly brushed the top of her head, feeling where the tall woman had gently caressed her. It was a comforting gesture, calming the young bothan down. Even though she could sense the darkness inside the woman, that one spark of goodness,Nuana responded to it. Her legs weren't long enough to hang over the edge like most grown ups could but she sat there patiently waiting, tapping her feet together then stopping when the nice lady came back inside. Nuana, placed her legs indian style and gave the woman a sharp assessing look, then waved giving a wee smile.
"My name is Nuana, what's your name?" answering Jessa's question.
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10-15-2012, 04:05 AM
Jessa nodded when she heard her new apprentice's name, and while she pulled a medkit from beneath the table which sat before her she responded softly. "Nuana, I am Lady Jessa."
The young Bothan did not seem as strong in the Force as Jessa had expected. She'd thought that the will of the Darkside would have sent her a powerful apprentice. One who's skills would compliment her own. Though, perhaps Nuana's weakness was by nurture instead of nature. Despite one's innate, they could only grow as far as their master could teach them.
Slender fingers gently worked at the burnt flesh that now covered the palm of her injured hand, then tore at a baget filled with clear gel. "Do you know why I saved you Nuana?" she asked as she smeared the gel over the fresh would. The bacta salve's healing properties would not only heal the wound faster. But it would limit any scaring. Within a matter of days. Given repeated treatments no one would know that she'd ever been wounded.
Before the Bothan child could answer Jessa continued. "You are to be my apprentice."
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10-22-2012, 04:48 PM
Lady Jessa, something about that name sent ripples through the youngling's mind. That name sounded so familiar and as Nuana tried to ferret the reason why,and before she could answer the question, Jessa answered it for her.
Nuana blinked, looking at her rescuer. "I'm to be your apprentice, your student?" she scootched off her chair and walked over to where Jessa was. "I've been told that the darkside is bad, to give into the dark side of the force is the way to destruction. I-I don't want to be destroyed, that sounds like a very bad thing. You don't want that to happen to you, do you?" her eyes looking deep into Jessa's.
Her eyes were still filled with innocence, with a hint of sadness, after all she had lost her first master. "I wouldn't want that to happen to you. You are a nice person and I like that."
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10-22-2012, 10:27 PM
Jessa instantly had to suppress the urge to reach out and smack the young Bothan. But she knew that if she began with the treatment she had endured when she was young, regardless of how effective it was.
So instead she feigned a smile and forced warm feelings through the Force. Then spoke in her ever angelic voice. "Is it evil to want to bring order to chaos Nuana?" Even her indescribable brown eyes spoke to the truth which she spoke. "There is no true evil in the universe young one. Only degrees in right and wrong. The Jedi, to the Sith, are evil in a way. Not because we believe that they will end all life, or will enslave non force users. But rather because they pervert the use of the Force. The stifle the way it is explored, restrict it's knowledge to all but the elite. They would have you remain ignorant of your true talents because they do not believe they can trust their younglings.
"The Sith however believe that every aspect of the Force should be explored. We cherish it in ways that the Jedi could not possibly understand. Their dogmatic interpretations of the will of the Force leave them blind to what can come to be. Utopia."
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10-25-2012, 10:57 AM
"Well, my Master was teaching me that the Force was to be used for the good of all races. She was teaching me how to be disciplined, and how to make my mind sharp and finely tuned. I don't quite understand much of what you were saying." the young bothan answered truthfully. " She encouraged me to someday choose what path I needed to take but, she did tell me that the lightside of the force would make me happy. It seemed to make her happy. She- she was like a mama to me. Watching out for me, protecting me." her words faded away, Nanua's eye filling up with tears once more.
"Jessa, is there a place I can go to sleep in? I'm very tired." her body starting to slump, and her ears drooping indicating such. She did fight to keep her eyes open, but seemed to be fighting a losing battle.
Tears trickled from her eyes, making another dark, wet pathway down her furry cheek. She rubbed them away, swaying in place. Nuana wanted nothing more than to crawl in a corner somewhere, curling up into a ball and sleep. Her legs gave way, and she crumpled into a heap, what little adrenaline Nuana had ebbing away and leaving her shaky. She had lost Master Trynna, she had seen awful things.
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10-26-2012, 09:02 AM
Jessa inwardly scowled when the Bothan used only her name. Did she think they were friends? No, she could not let this being mistake her kindness for weakness and she could not allow the youngling to simply fade into sleep. She needed her apprentice to be strong, disciplined and ready at a moment's notice. Tired or not the day was not yet done.
The statuesque young woman sent an energizing rush of Force energy into her young Apprentice, then followed it with a feeling of malice that would surely trigger Nanua's danger sense. Being tired was no excuse to loose discipline. Even a poorly trained Sith could easily call on the Force to stay her fatigue and continue on. Yes, Jessa would ensure that this alien grew to her full potential.
In a flash the long and tall Sith woman was on her feet. She reached out with her mind and tore Nuana's former Master's weapon from the Bothan's belt and ignited it while she held it with her mind in open air. Her voice, while still melodic, held an edge of warning. "You may not rest. There will be time for that later."
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10-26-2012, 10:03 PM
Nuana's fur stood on end much like a cat trying make themselves to look fiercesome. She had never before, experienced that jolt of energy that poured into her, like electricity through a wire powering an engine. Nuana scrambled back from Jessa, an silent snarl curling up her lip, showing her sharp canines. Her eyes flicked upwards to where her former master's lightsaber was being held out of her reach.
There was danger in the air, and it came from Jessa. Nuana's eyes darted quickly from one side to the next checking to where she may need to escape if the need should arise. There was one area to the right where maybe she could hide, then there was a thought in the back of her mind, that Jessa would be able to find her even if the bothan youngling, found a good place to hide. Jessa towered above her, and that should have made Nuana cringe, part of her wished to do so, but another part told her that it could prove to be her doom. Quickly the young bothan weighed the options, outside of the ship would be death or slavery either which wouldn't do. Inside here was some sort of protection albeit danger as well. The woman whom saved her, she could be nice but also a harsh mistress.
Right now Jessa was the lesser of two evils, and Nuana in her young mind and feeling a light nudge from the force, decided she would be able to face what may come. She stayed in her alert state, watching waiting to see what Jessa's next move would be.
"I want that back." she finally spoke. "I want Master Trynna's lightsaber returned to me." a little spirit in her eyes.
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10-27-2012, 12:29 AM
As Jessa held the dead Jedi's lightsaber in the air between them she smirked. This little being's boldness more than made up for her lack of skill. Though the Sith woman could not allow for such outbursts. Had she herself been so driven by a sentimental object, she would have been punished to the point where she wished for death.
She knew that she could easily reduce the youngling to a sobbing mess with little more than a flick of her fingers. But there was no challenge in that, no triumph in the moment when Nuana turned because she had been brutalized to the point of submission. Instead she wished for Nuana to turn of her own volition, because she found her rightful place in the galaxy. Not because she had been forced toward the darkside. And so, with the same little smirk upon her bountiful lips she twitched the fingers on her left hand. Blue sith lightning hissed and crackled betwixt her fingertips. Though it was but a warning, none shot forth toward the young alien.
Still with the audible crackle of electric energy zipping about her hand Jessa extinguished the Jedi's lighsabler that floated between them and as she again began to speak it slowly rotated and began to separate into it's baser pieces. "One day, soon, you will have one of your own. You are already well on your way." She exclaimed. The anger and defiance Jessa saw spoke volumes to just how close she believed this young Bothan stood at the edge of the cliff. "Be it Jedi or Sith, you may not carry a lightsaber that you did not create."
Slowly each piece of Nuana's former Master's weapon disassembled. The power cell broke free from the vortex ring, and with a flick of her pinky, was sent across the room and into the wall. The primary crystal separated from it's mount and the focusing crystals slipped free from the activator. While the crystal's hovered there, what was left of the Jedi's weapon broke into pieces and fell to the floor.
Jessa finally again spoke. "Attachment is not forbidden amongst the Sith like it is the Jedi. But your must never become attached to something that you can not bear to loose. For it will be taken from you." In that moment the Sith Lightning that lit the dark spaces between her fingers vanished, and she brought her hand up. With a quick, sharp motion she closed her open hand, and through the force crushed the dead Jedi's primary Crystal, the crystal that gave the weapon it's unique color.
Then, before the Bothan could react the focusing crystals bolted from where they hung, suspended before Jessa and stopped inches from the Bothan's chest. "Because I do not believe anybeing should ever forget where they come from, I will allow you to use these Crystals to create your own lightsaber. And do not ever again call me by only my name. I will not warn you again."
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10-27-2012, 11:06 AM
Nuana watched as the last vestiges of her former master's saber crumbled into bits and pieces. She moved her hand out to catch the crystals Jessa was offering her. Inside Nuana felt a quiet promise develop, to not forget where she came from and whom she was. Part of her innocence already disappearing, she had to survive and Nuana was faced with this being the only choice she had.
"What do I call you then, instead of Jessa? Lady Jessa?" The small bothan looked up into the eyes of her new teacher.
"And what are you not allowing me to do? Will I learn different things or will I be expected to just learn what you wish me to learn. Master Trynna had said that I needed to learn how to do different things, how to express myself in art or something else."
She placed the crystals into the pocket of her pants, still matching the taller woman's gaze. "I still think you can be nice, even though you may end up being mean at times."
Nuana rubbed the top of her head, "I can tell things will be different with you, it is obvious." within her mind she heard these words. May the Force be with you.
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10-27-2012, 12:02 PM
Once the young one relented Jessa sat back on the couch and crossed her legs. "You may call me Lady Jessa or Mistress." Then as the beautiful sith woman held her own lightsaber in her hands she continued in a voice that beheld no hint of malice. "I am not stopping you from learning anything. You may study anything you wish, but your studies in the Force are paramount and will occupy much of your time."
Then with the saber held upright she removed her hands and ignited it in mid air. Once the distinctive snap/hiss sound subsided into the gentle humming sound she gestured with a single hand to a bare spot before the couch. "I assume that you have already learned the basics of meditation?"
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10-27-2012, 07:50 PM
Nuana nodded, moving to the couch then climbing up to take her place where Jessa had indicated.
"Yes, I have learned the basics.Lady Jessa" she answered quietly, feeling the lumps of the crystals against her thigh, through her pocket. Strangely enough it gave her comfort, as if she weren't alone in this odd predicament.
She crossed her legs in her version of a lotus position, her hands relaxed and resting upon her knees. She looked towards Jessa, watching as the lightsaber now floated in mid air, being held by Jessa's knowlege of the force and her manipulation of it. Nuana was rather curious as to what her new teacher intended doing with it.The crimson color of the lightsaber was almost hypnotic, the quiet hum, the only sound that could be heard.
Nuana half closed her eyes, as she began the breathing that was the beginning of the meditative state. Listening to her heartbeat, feeling her fingers, then onwards as the sinews and her muscles began to relax, but not in the aspect of her falling asleep.
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10-27-2012, 09:37 PM
Jessa nodded as she looked past the crimson blade between them and into Nuana's half closed eyes. "I want you to forget everything you've learned about meditation Nuana, for now anyway." She exclaimed as she let her aura grow to encompass both of them.
With the strong, imposing feel of her aura blanketed across and around her apprentice she continued to speak in a soothing, yet powerful way. "I am going to Force Meld with you. That way I can guide your meditation, and help you channel your energies properly. Open your mind to me."
She didn't wait for consent. She would enter Nuana's mind, even if it was not opened to her. Though if Nuana did not comply it would be an unpleasant experience. So, slowly Jessa expanded her mind, and slipped through the cracks between Nuana's thoughts and into her mind. And once those cracks were breached Jessa flooded into the young Bothan's thoughts, though she only allowed Nuana the tiniest bit of access to her's.
In that place without time Jessa spoke to her apprentice through pure thought. "Focus on the crimson of my lightsaber. Recognize the power it holds, and let the controled rage within you embolden your mind."
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10-28-2012, 01:30 PM
Whirling through her mind were the teachings of Yoda as well as her former Master's. Anger was a way to fall into the darkside,and Nuana didn't want to do that. She didn't want to become lost, and not be her ownself. She didn't want to become someone she didn't want to be. Nuana did fight at first against Jessa's strong will, and it did start to become painful, a calming sensation came over her as she thought she heard a voice, "Let go, trust in the Force."
The woman was persistent, and Nuana had to let her inside. She didn't have the full capacity of creating a wall to withstand the onslaught. She was told at one time to bend like the willow or even the rushes which were in a swift running stream. The rushes and willow at times would be bent almost flat to the ground or surface of the water, and once the storm was past, they were able to straighten up. Nuana decided she would have to be like that.
She focused on the crimson blade, wondering at first if she had some anger to tap into, then it hit her. There was anger within her, it was at those whom had killed her master.It had been hidden away by the hurt and the shock she had felt.She gathered that into a ball, something akin to the crimson blade, the 'ball' a glowing red of hot coals. She would have liked to have struck out at them.Maybe.. this will help her get out her bitter feelings. She could almost feel the anger feed and energize her mind. She could understand why it was told to those of the lightside, to be careful. It was dangerous.
"It is burning hot, Lady Jessa, like the end of a hot poker having been inside a fire."
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10-28-2012, 06:53 PM
Jessa smiled inwardly when she felt Nuana find the rage, the anger that would fuel the young Bothan as she explored the dark side of the force. And while she reveled in Nuana's new-found anger Jessa began to guide her through the burning hot rage. It's hot because it is not controlled. Anger, passion and even fear are powerful allies. But it must be tempered. You need to calm it, quench the fire with the knowledge you draw from the force. Draw the power you feel all around you into that heat inside of you. Control it. Do not let it control you.
As she explained what Nuana was feeling Jessa let loose enough of her control so that the Bothan could slip just far enough into her mind to feel the controlled inferno that drove the Sith toward greatness. Though surprisingly, despite what the Jedi taught their younglings about the Sith, there was no feeling of hate. No evil. Just passion and desire to succeed in all she did. However, despite the openness Jessa allowed Nuana, she did not let the youngling in deep enough to pick at the root of that inferno.
It is not easy. You must always hold the reins for if you let it slip you stray from the path you've chosen and end up walking in the shadow of those fallen Sith that have sullied the name for all who follow.
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11-08-2012, 12:18 PM
Under the guidance of Jessa, Nuana began to mold, and shape the anger she felt. It felt like a warm living entity, something that she knew, for some strange reason, that it could be utilized in different ways. It could energize her could give her the extra strength that she needed. Though she heard in her mind, the words of Yoda, how that peacefulness would help as well, a quiet strength is needed, the anger could be turned more into a determination.
Nuana again thought of what happened, could feel the control she was working on to retain, it slipping and the force of it manifested in an arc of energy which hit the sofa that Nuana and Jessa were sitting upon, sending the young padawan flying across the room, to hit the opposite wall, Nuana letting out a startled shriek, and sliding to the floor. Nuana didn't know what happened, all she knew was that she was hurting and feeling like she had stuck her fingers into an outlet that had electricity. Several small tendrils of smoke rose from her fur and there was certainly the scent of burnt hair.
She lay there for several moments, trying to sort out her fuzzy mind. Finally she moved and looked up from her current position, seeing a scorch mark upon the back of the couch. Nuana felt a lead balloon hit her stomach, her gaze wandering from the mark to Lady Jessa. She gulped, she had felt some of the rage that Jessa had, when being able to peek inside her new teacher's mind. Nuana rose up from the floor, bracing herself in readiness for what may or may not occur.
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11-17-2012, 12:58 PM
After what it seemed a long time but had only been lying there for a few seconds, Nuana rose up from the floor and left the area. She went further into the ship, feeling confused, mortified and frightened that something like that could have come from her. Why did her mistress have to die, why was the force directing her to stay with Lady Jessa? Why was she having flashes of having seen the woman in her dreams?
Nuana finally stopped in one of the rooms on what used to be a luxury liner, the place torn apart, things lying in ruin. She sat down on a cushion, pulling her knees up to her chest, her ears drooping down. She missed her friends, her fellow padawans, She missed home, she whimpered quietly, becoming lost in her thoughts.
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01-24-2013, 10:46 AM
She didn't know how long she had been sleeping, all Nuana knew was that she woke up to find herself alone curled up in a ball. There was silence around her, no sign of movement. She felt an urgency to leave the situation she had previously found herself in. She heard the whispers of her former mistress, Trynna, telling her it was time to leave.
Trusting in the voice of her master, Nuana stole out of what was once a luxury ship, the property of Lady Jessa. Strong inside her were the teachings of Yoda and her mistress, that of trusting in the force. She was going to adhere to that, it was going to be the only way she will survive. Part of her innocence was lost, and the little bothan knew she had to survive. The odds were against her and hopefully she will find someone who would help her.
Nuana ran, to put distance between herself and that ship, and thus begins the new journey of Nuana until the Force sees fit for her to find others who use the force.
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09-14-2012, 08:27 AM
As the luxury star yacht spirited toward whatever new destiny lay before her Jessa's slender fingers ghosted over the controls at the console a port of the main console. Despite all her training, the young woman remained largely ignorant as to the affairs of the galaxy and that rough and rigorous training had taught her that for her to survive, she needed to plan every movement. She had to constantly stay two steps ahead of whatever opposition she may encounter. Soft brown eyes scanned over the flurry of information at a feverish pace. Her sharp, analytical mind committed each bit of the relevant information to memory with droid like precision.
Though after several hours reading detail after detail about the current history of the galaxy, she finally let her dexterous fingers come to a halt. She'd digested enough basic information to at least protect herself from the less common dangers of the galaxy. And that was enough, for now.
It'd been months since she was last allowed to clean herself for prudence had dictated that she not waste time on the niceties her mind craved. And so with more than ten hours until the ship reached its destination Jessa stood. Despite the months in the tropical climate from which she so recently escaped, the young woman, long and tall, was the epitome of beautiful. Her long fall of hair the color of chocolate cascaded down her back and licked at the dimples made exposed by the tight black top that only served to cover her modest chest. The subtle curve of her feminine form gave way to the sudden flare of her hips which were only lightly obscured by the second skin like shorts she wore, and at her belt, hung lazily the item, immediately recognizable, that labeled her for what she was, a trained Force user.
Barefoot she strode with a cat like grace from the cockpit and down the lavishly adorned hall. With a fluidity and economy of movement that wasted nothing she sauntered into the owner's cabin and stared down at the portly man whom she'd deliberately kept alive. A cruel smirk crossed her angelic sun kissed face. She knew that the ambassador had useful information, which is why she did not cut him down along with his wife and children when they'd regrettably set down on the planet where she had been trained.
But before she questioned him, she would bask in the comforts of this ship. For far too long she'd been forced to scratch out a life in the muck and mire of the jungle. So, as she strode past him without a word, she haistly pulled the tight black top from her slender torso and casually discarded it on the floor.
Timidly, and with great trepidation the ambassador found the will to speak, to question his family's murder, and his subsequent incarceration. Obviously shaken, his mouth opened as he looked to the side and eyed the beautiful woman from the back. "W what do you want with me? My family, where is my family?" He begged to know. But Jessa had no words for him. Not yet. And so, unashamed and topless she turned. Despite the man's fear, he could not help but take in her beautiful, yet dirty form. Eyes caressed the tight corded muscles that made up her long stomach, but before they could come to fall on her bust Jessa held a hand up, almost lazily and clenched her fist.
No she did not use her talents to crush his windpipe. She needed him alive and breathing. Instead she used the Force in a much more sinister way. Before the man could continue to question, or to beg the air about him became dense, heavy and oppressive. The weight of it sat on his supine form, and even had his wrists not been tightly bound behind his back and under the immense weight of his obese form, he could not possibly fight against the weight placed upon him by the dark woman's sinister powers.
Like a fish out of water the obese man opened his mouth and gasped for air. But the weight of the atmosphere around him, and the density of the air his lungs took in only allowed him enough breath to remain conscious.
Again she turned toward the refresher, and maintained her control of the air around him. While she unclasped the intricately carved metal tube from her belt she smiled to herself and spoke in an almost melodic voice. "We have plenty of time to converse Ambassador." Then, without another word she slipped into the refresher and rid herself of the black shorts that so ineffectively hid her wiles.
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09-14-2012, 12:00 PM
What must have seemed like hours to the ambassador was in reality only a matter of twenty minutes.
The beautiful Sith woman was reluctant to leave the all encompassing warmth of the sanistream, though she knew she had indulged herself long enough. So she stopped the flow, and wrapped a towel around her athletic form. Though as she lifted her light saber from where it hung next to the mirror she could not help but stop and look. It had been months since she'd seen her reflection in anything other than a stagnant pond. And even though the same beautiful face that greeted her every time before had not changed in its relentless beauty, Jessa could not help but bask if her own splendor for the members of her order did not only covet power and and control, they also coveted beauty. And her beauty was unmatched by any in her own estimation.
It was not only anger and hate that made her side of the Force more powerful. But vanity and the will to find perfection. Those were the true allies she sought out in the darkside of the Force.
Idly the fingers of her left hand spun the relatively thin lightsaber hilt round as she again memorized every detail of it with her fingers. Her weapon of choice, much like herself was a manifestation of the Sith's infatuation with physical beauty. Unlike many of the lightsabers she'd studied since her escape, her's was devoid of visible external controls. Instead of being marred by controls, its smooth shinny shaft was etched with hundreds of characters from a language long dead to all but a few. It, in itself was a work of art.
Finally she found perchance to tear her eyes away from the mirror, and used the towel that was wrapped round her statuesque body to dry what remained of the sanistream. Then with only her lightsaber and belt in hand, she again walked out into the main cabin of the owner's quarters. There she found her quarry still gasping for air. Wide eyed he radiated fear. Fear, to Jessa was as tangible as a ship, or vibroblade.
Without a word the Sith woman sauntered past without a second glance and opened the expansive luxury wardrobe that she knew to hold the Ambassador's wife's clothing. While Jessa loved the sultry feel of her tight top and shorts, she knew that where they were going, that manner of dress would stand out. And standing out was something she could ill afford at the moment. So she rifled through the expensive garments that the Ambassador had spent tens of thousands of credits on.
While Jessa wanted to adorn her beautiful body by the illustrious silks, and tightly woven cotton blends that she found, she knew she had to choose something more practical. Though the drive to feel those soft fabrics against her flesh yet again was strong. But not stronger than her desire to survive and eventually bring herself to power.
And so, she finally settled on what could only be described as an unremarkable pair of black cargo pants, and a black nerf hide jacket she could wear over her tight top to conceal her weapon of choice. Though her top would need to be cleaned first. So she simply donned the pants and jacket, then fixed her belt round her flaired hips so it rested just below the protruding bones.
However, she did not hang her lightsaber. Instead, while one hand zipped up the jacket, the other touched the character's etched in the handle that would ignite it. With the distinctive snap hiss, her crimson blade came to life, and stopped but a few millimeters from the Ambassador's left eye. "So Ambassador, tell me more about this new Galactic Empire."
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09-15-2012, 08:19 AM
The ambassador did not even attempt to hold anything back from the young woman. There was no need to and he knew what she was willing to do to him if he was not completely truthful with him. Everyone had heard the stories of what the Sith did to those who did not bend to their will.
Hours past while the Sith woman listened and continued to formulate her plan. And finally, once he had told all he knew she stood from the chair she'd been sitting in. While she was ultimately indifferent to the suffering of others, she did not relish the death of a being whom bore no real threat to her. It was just that she saw beings like the ambassador as unimportant. He could offer her nothing further, and his continued existence could reveal her presence to others. And so, with a look of indifference upon her beautiful, flawless face she sauntered barefoot to where he still lay bound on the bed. With a slow gesture of her slender hand she used a gentle pull in the Force to urge him to stand. "Wh, what are you going to do to me? I told you everything I know." He asked nervously. And in response, while she maintained her hold on him through the Force she said simply in a voice completely devoid of emotion. "It is time for you to join your family." Despite his knowing that they couldn't still be alive, a small flicker of hope lit in his eyes.
Within moments she'd lead him to the forward airlock. But the sight that greeted them was not one he had hoped for. Strewn about the floor lay the disheveled bodies of his wife and daughters that had been rend limb from limb. Despite the shock of seeing his family slain, he was neither surprised, nor fearful. Instead he'd come to terms with the inevitable. Though his heart ached for the loss of his daughters and wife, he knew that he would soon be with them again for if this woman was willing to murder children, there was no telling what she would do to him.
A shudder of fear wracked his body, but he did not waver. Proud he stood and turned on his toes to face the beautiful woman who was about to end his life.
Jessa did not see herself as evil. This was just her nature. The Sith were born to rule, and if coming to rule meant that a few insignificant beings had to be destroyed then so be it. With a flick of her hand the man was sent from his feet and into the far wall of the airlock. The feel of his fear was nearly intoxicating. It fueled her, sustained her in ways only a true Sith could understand. And her lust for it drove her to force the man to suffer in death.
Another flick of her hand closed the interior door to the airlock. Inside a green light flicked to red, and the exterior door shot open. The fear felt by the man spiked, and flooded through that continuum that all Force sensitive beings felt.
She watched, elated as the man and his murdered family was suddenly pulled from the small airlock into open space. The look on his round face, the width of his eyes only reinforced the feeling she leached on through the Force. But the feel vanished within seconds. She felt his life wink out, though the look of terror on his face remained.
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09-16-2012, 05:36 PM
Time was her's. For one who cared nothing for what the Emperor did with the universe, all she had to do is bide her time, plan and prepare. And prepare was what she did.
After Jessa spaced the Ambassador she put in to a wayward station. There she traded the Ambassador's wealth of credits for items more tangable, and less traceable. Spice, weapons, medical supplies, anything she thought to be of value and good for barter further out on the rim. She'd also wanted to trade off the Ambassador's ship for one less conspicuous, but found no being that would handle or trade for such an item. Though she was not defeated. Instead only set back as she would have to program new identification codes and modify the exterior of the luxury yacht. One such as that had undoubtedly been custom built for the wealthy man's particular tastes. Its distinct design would have been easily recognizable by any authority that saw it.
After less than a day the beautiful young SIth woman left the rickety old station and made the quick jump toward Klatooine. There in the Hutt controlled space she would undoubtedly find not only parts and mechanics that she needed, but the veil of secrecy that would allow her to sit and wait until the time was right for her to again take to the stars so she could further her plans for gaining power and support throughout the rim.
She knew it would be no easy or quick task. The two she felt through the force had solidified their power, and for now had the support of the people they no doubt wished to enslave.
Days went by without incident. The pseudo slaves of the Hutts, the Klatooinians asked no questions, and despite Jessa's revultion at the non humans, she managed to stay her dark thoughts. She was more than capable of effecting the modifications herself. But she felt her energies were better spent elsewhere, for now. So instead of taking part in the refit, and modification of her ship, she spent days in the owner's cabin in deep meditation.
Ever since she had been young, she had an unusual connection to the darkside of the force. Almost a kinship that manifested itself naturally. More-so she believed than the two she planned to eventually overthrow. During those days where she knelt on the plush carpeted floors she followed the ebb and flow of the Force around her, let her mind wander on them to the different eventualities that the darkside showed her. conceiving thoughts of how to alter those eventualities raced through her mind at each juncture.
Neither soreness from lack of use, nor pang of hunger drove her from her meditative state. But then suddenly her journey through the rifts came to a halt. She could neither see nor hear what the darkside was trying to show her. But she felt it's intent. Then the strange pull of something that must be done pulled her back into consciousness and pushed her to her feet.
Still dressed in the black cargo pants, her tight midrift top and black nerfhide jacket, Jessa sauntered out of the owner's cabin and toward the ramp that lead to the duracreat landing pad. Her oddly designed weapon snared tightly in its hide bound scabbard across the small of her back gave her comfort as she felt she would find use of it this day.
Despite her hatred of footwear, on this planet with it's rocky ground and hot sand drove her to wear thick soled boots that strapped up her toned calve. The feel of them on her feet was almost alien to her. But she adapted quickly.
On she sauntered down the side streets, and through the markets while she let her senses guide her toward what the darkside wanted her to find.
Despite the retaliative heat of the planet, Jessa's skin remained cool and pristine. Not bound by the same reverence for the use of the Force that the Jedi had, she felt free to use it to create a barrier of cool air around her.
But then, suddenly the feel of being driven ceased and was replaced by one of forewarning.
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09-16-2012, 08:34 PM
Nanua peered out from behind the boxes and piece of metal where she had hid when the confrontation had begun. That was what she had been told to do when the hunters came upon them. She was only five in human years, still considered a mere pup amongst her people Oh how she wanted to go out and help Master Trynna but Trynna had told her strongly to stay hidden, and so Nanua obeyed.
"You must stay quiet, you must survive young one." Trynna urged her student before they had been caught up with
Trynna a tall lithe woman, with dark skin found herself with her back against the wall. She had taken a wrong turn, and ended up in a blind alley. Now she had a fight on her hands to defend herself and most importantly the youngling. This was a fight to the death, for Trynna could see it in their eyes.
"Surrender Jedi, we don't plan on killing you, the price on your head is much higher than if you were dead." one of the bounty hunters stated with a growl.
"That sounds like a rather tempting offer, but.. no not going to let you take me alive. Instead you won't be the one walking out of here, I will." a flash of white teeth, towards her hunters.
A hot wind whipped up blowing down the alley catching bits of paper in its grasp and taking it up into the air. Trynna had her lightsaber out, its blue hue glowing brilliantly.
"Alright don't say I wasn't trying to be nice." the bounty hunter replied. His eyes flicked upwards seeing movement there, his little rabbit was boxed in nicely.
With a nod, those that had been part of the hunting party started firing at Trynna who turned into a whirling dervish, her saber deflecting the shots and reflecting the shots back towards those that sent the bolts of energy towards her. Trynna fought with the fury that any mother of any species would fight, in order to protect the young. And they fought furiously, especially when cornered.
Nuana thought that her master glowed with an unearthly light due to her calling upon the force. It was probably the sun which was beating down upon the combatants.As the bothan youngling watched, Trynna downed three of her eight opponents, had just sent another shot towards the fourth.To Nuana's dismay, she saw Tyrra get hit by another shot which snuck in through her defenses. Trynna dropped to the ground and laid there unmoving. Nuanna stifled a scream, seeing her master fall.
"Find the young one, it will make a profit in the slave market."
"I thought we were needing to kill those who were part of the jedi."
"It is young enough and there are those that will pay a high price for one like that."
Nuana knew she was in danger, she didn't know what to do, then she heard a voice saying, "Run!"
Without any hesitation, Nuana darted out from her hiding place between the legs of her would be captors. She thought she was going to get away until she tripped over something which made her fall to the ground. She was roughly yanked up off her feet, hanging there in mid-air being held by the back of her shirt collar.
"Got you!"
Nuana yelped, "Let me go!"
Then she saw Master Trynna being shot several times just to make certain she was dead. Nuana howled out mournfully, then went limp in defeat, she was now alone, at the mercy of those who had caught her.
"Get the bounty up and lets get moving." the hunter commented to his people.
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09-16-2012, 10:31 PM
Jessa's head swiveled upon her slender neck so quickly that her long brunette fall of hair whipped round behind her. Using both the Force and her natural senses the Sith woman zeroed in on the fight that raged on in the near distance.
She knew it was not an attack on herself, and felt the bright life of the slain Jedi wink out. While a part of her smiled at the loss of one of her sworn enemies, another drove her, called her to action. Never in her life did she think she would come to the aid of one who followed the other path. But something called to her and commanded that she spring into action.
In the blink of an eye the statuesque woman went from a stand still into a force run. To the casual observe it may very well have seemed that she simply vanished into thin air. Less than a heartbeat later the dark haired beauty came to a screeching halt a dozen feet from the first of the group.
What was she doing? She wondered to herself. Coming to the aid, or rather revenge in the name of a Jedi? No, there had to be more. Some reason the Force had driven her into action, action that would delay her plans, and cause her to dive deeper into hiding.
It took her but a second to take stock of the situation. There would be no warning, no chance for the attackers to surrender. Furious violence of action was her way. It had always served her well.
The one who held the alien, strong in the force, turned his head and smirked. But as he opened his mouth to tell her that this was none of her business Jessa flicked her wrist. The cylindrical, and intricately carved weapon she crafted from ancient parts flew from its hiding place and into her hand. A sudden flood of chaos, and malevolent hate flooded outward from her center and toward the men who attacked the Jedi, and now held the young Bothan.
No sooner than the feelings of hate and foreboding hit them Jessa ignited the crimson blade and sent it spiraling toward its intended target, the hunter whom held the Bothan.
Simultaneously her mind reached out for the fallen Jedi's lightsaber and pulled it toward her next target. In mid flight it's blue blade sprang to life with that distinctive snap-hiss only a micro second before it impaled her target while her own weapon severed the brute's arm at the elbow. The blade that impaled the hunter continued on through and came at a great speed into Jessa's off hand while her own brilliant crimson blade came back to her forward hand.
Her's held forward, and the other, the Jedi's weapon held in the unorthodox Shien's reverse grip she started forward at a rapid pace. Though she could have easily dispatched the remaining three men without moving a toe, she had long ago learned that telling others of your exact power, while fulfilling, was not tactically wise.
And so she shot toward the well trained men in a blur. Red and blue blades spun round her body and batted back blaster fire. No, she did not aim the retorts in any particular direction. She was a Sith in the midst of a battle she stood no chance of loosing. She needed to not only feel their lives wink out, but see it in their eyes. Smell the alluring scent of burnt flesh as the blades she wielded rend limb from body.
Despite their professional actions Jessa could feel their fear. It was so palatable that she could almost taste it on her tongue. Effortlessly the blue blade spun forward in the palm of her hand and cut the blaster, as well as a man's forward hand. With a quick followup slash from her own crimson blade brought to life by the ten thousand year old crystal relieved his head from his shoulders. It was so quick that he didn't even have the opportunity to scream in pain.
Agile feet took her left, and batted a blaster bolt into the ground so close to her next target's feet that it singed the leather of the toes of his boots. But before the dust began to fall the reversed grip she held on the Jedi's lightsaber slashed through the top of his head, and her elbow that followed sent bone, hair and grey matter into the last man's face.
While he reached for his face Jessa came to a halt and discarded the Jedi's weapon. A simple pinch of her fingers choked off the last man's air, and an effortless twitch of her arm sent the man reeling toward the hard stone wall to her left.
A resounding thud sounded in the dead ended alleyway. So powerful was the impact that the soft muscle and weak bone of the hunter indented the wall and cracked the stone. Though none of him remained other than the pile of flesh and bone that collected at the base of the impact.
Without having even being winded Jessa turned to the young Bothan. Fire burned behind her beautiful brown eyes, and a little smirk crossed her plush full lips. She would have hoped that an apprentice sent her way would be a human one. But she knew the Darkside did as it did for a purpose, and so she did not shun what had been given to her by the universe.
The slow hiss of her crimson blade extinguishing filled the dead calm of the aftermath, and without so much of a bead of sweat the illustrious Sith woman stepped forward and reached out in the force to the Bothan. She sent an emotion she rarely used toward the furry creature, calm, and smiled. "Come with me." She said in a perfectly calm melodic voice. But as she stowed her weapon of choice at the small of her back the moaning brute whom she had left alive rolled prone and lifted a hold out blaster in his only hand.
Lightning fast reflexes spun Jessa round, and her palm came before her chest where the bolt was to impact. The scent of burning flesh filled her nostrils. While she was strong in the force, and well versed in it's use. She had yet to perfect all her skills, and while the bolt was stopped. The heat from the proximity of it singed the palm of her hand. Though instead of recoiling in pain, she stepped forward and brought her uninjured hand before her. With a quick twist of her wrist the man's head visibly snapped from left to right and the sickening crack of sinew separating filled her ears.
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09-27-2012, 05:09 PM
Nanua hit the ground, bending her knees to asorb her contact upon it. The minute her feet hit the ground she dove for cover hiding behind another crate in order to get out of the way. She peered out from behind, keeping low to the ground, watching the person whom interrupted her would be captors and the assains of her master.
Her eye grew round, as Nanua recognized this scene from a faintly remembered dream. It was the flash of red and blue from two light sabers, as some unknown woman whirled through her foe. The woman mowing them down, like they were nothing but the long grass in a field, ready to be harvested. The excitement ended as the woman killed the last remaining hunter. Nanua was slightly nervous, and yet felt a calmness decend upon her. slowly, she stood from behind the crate, looking at the dark haired woman, then her eyes flicked over to where her former master's blade had been tossed. Nanua wanted the blade as well as anything she could take to remember her teacher.
With cautious steps, Nanua picked up her teacher's lightsaber, then moved over to the unmoving body, tears filling her eyes, She rubbed the tears away with the back of her sleeve.
"Thank you for helping me out." as Nanua tried to remove the backpack from her master's body "My master has some things to heal your hurt hand." she added, as her body started trembling, then she started to cry in earnest. "I can't get the thing off." she bawled, clutching her master's lightsaber close to her.
Nanua was scared, frightened, she felt the darkside emmanating from the woman, and yet, Nanua felt strangely drawn towards her too, causing Nanua some confusion, but the lady saved her! Her fur was wet from the tears that poured down her cheeks, its ginger color becoming dark. Nanua was heartbroken, and uncertain about her future, what will she do and what will happen to her? Nanua layed her head upon her master's body, sobbing and holding her tight.
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09-30-2012, 09:40 PM
The dark mistress looked down upon her new charge with an unwavering gaze. A gaze likened to that of a raptor about to snatch a vole from the fields far below as the furry young beast thanked her. But she said nothing in response, not when she picked up the dead Jedi's lightsaber, nor when she tugged at the pack and offered relief from the blissful pain in her hand. Instead she studied the movements and character of her new apprentice.
But when the young Bothan began to sob over the body of her former master Jessa stepped forward and said quietly, but with a punch through the force so her words would resonate through every fiber of the Bothan's being. "Use it. Hold it inside and let it grow until the sadness turns and can be used."
She had no need for the contents within the Jedi's pack, nor did she intend to allow her new charge to retain the lightsaber held by her former master. But she chose not to deny her of them just yet. Things of a sentimental nature held power over those that coveted them. And the loss of those things held the gateway to her side of the Force.
So, without another word she bent and pulled the Bothan from the fallen Jedi's corpse and dislodged the pack which Jessa shouldered, then turned back towards whence she came. Only then did she speak again. "Come with me, or die here." She exclaimed in her melodic, beautiful voice. "Either way it is of no matter to me." She lied. Though through useage of her gifts held the deception dear, and projected a false sense of truth.
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10-06-2012, 09:06 PM
The words of the woman, resonated through Nanua's body, it stopped her tears, and brought her to her senses. Scrambling up from where she had been, her knees dusty from the hard packed earth. Wiping her face once more, Nanua was quick to follow the only lifeline she had. With her stature Nanua couldn't see which way they were heading, She didn't wish to die, not here.
Nanua craned her head back trying to catch another glimpse of the dark and powerful woman, who struck down those, that killed her teacher. In doing so, the young bothan tripped over a small pothole causing her to fall to the ground. Instead of sitting there and bawling, Nanua scrambled to her feet and ran to catch up with Jessa.
The sights, the scents all became more of a blur, her nostrils picking up the many aromas some good some bad, as she followed her rescuer. Her stomach rumbled, when they passed by something that smelled so delicious, she stifled the whine that came to her lips, feeling the pangs of hunger. There were items for her to eat within the backpack, that her rescuer had. That kept her going, determined to stop to eat when they were safe and sound.
Her ears perked up at one time thinking that they were being followed, however the one who had been following, had been left behind. The pace of the duo slowed down, the sith woman nearing their destination, from what Nanua thought. She was thankful, gasping slightly, being a bit out of breath. Her legs were tired, her mouth dry, she licked her muzzle trying to moisten her nose. Her lungs burned as well as her legs. Nanua sat down upon a crate feeling her legs tremble. She felt like crying once more but refrained, she was worried that if she cried, she'd be left behind.
"Is this your ship?" she asked, getting up from the crate she had sat upon, walking over to Jessa, actually daring to make contact with the tall woman, upon the side of her leg, patting it gently with her hand.
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10-10-2012, 10:24 AM
Jessa remained quiet, shrouded in the darkside of the force during their walk from the battle grounds to the hanger which held her ship. Not even when the young one fell did she stop to react even though every fiber of her being told her to lash out in punishment for the ill chosen steps.
It wasn't until they reached her ship, and the Bothan touched her leg that she again spoke. And as she did she projected calm even though the alien touch on her leg made her skin craw. "It is." She said then stepped toward the modified star yacht.
Gone were the sleek shinny lines, the illustrious beauty of what it had once been. The extensive modifications to the hull and engines had turned this once beautiful ship into a monstrous looking mismatch of parts. Thicker, armored hull plating covered every inch of her hull, the broad windows that allowed guests and the owners to view space around them were gone. And while Jessa had admired it's beauty, she desired a ship that could not only take her from place to place, but fight it's way out once there. But the means to fight had yet to be added.
The dark lady surprised herself as she stepped away toward the ship, by reaching backward toward the small Bothan. The tips of her slender fingers ghosted over the fur atop who was soon to become her apprentice and unleashed a burst of confidence through the force. It was not her use of the Force that surprised her. She was well accustomed to using it as she saw fit. But rather the contact with the alien was what confounded her. Never before would she ever have willingly touched an alien in a kind way. But even given her surprise, she did not allow it to be known by anyone in the hanger, force sensitive or not.
While she sauhtered towards the dockmaster that oversaw the workers as they continued with the modifications she called back over her shoulder and said in a calm, yet commanding voice. "Take your things aboard and wait for me in the lounge." Then came to a hault before the squat Klatoonian and began to converse.
It had been her intention to spend as much time as needed here to modify her ship. But her recent actions would undoubtedly bring attention to herself. Either the attention of the remaining Jedi, or the newly formed Empire. And attention from either would greatly hinder her plans. So when the foreman told her it would be several days before her craft was space worthy she became irate. Fire lit behind her deep chocolate colored eyes, and a snarl came to her plush lips. Statuesque in form, the very air round her almost crackled with energy as she glowered down at the Klatooinian. "You have twelve hours to have my ship space ready." The simple, yet obvious threat of what would come of him if he failed pierced his veins as her control over the force caused the veins in his neck to constrict and stop the flow of blood to his brain. No, this was no simple choke.
Moments before his knees gave way she relenquished her grasp and stormed toward the ship, up the ramp and into the lounge. And while the storm had subsided the anger in her eyes remained while she came to a stop directly before the young Bothan. While she wanted to unleash her anger on the alien, she knew better. Something told her that traditional methods used for turning Jedi to the darkside would not work. And so instead she forced her anger down, and came to a seat across the lounge, then finally asked. "What is your name child?"
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10-10-2012, 03:26 PM
Nuana complied with the commanding tone of her new 'friend' and walked inside the large ship. Her eyes darted about, finally stopping upon an area where she could deposit her meager belongings. Placing them in a neat and tidy pile, the ginger colored bothan youngling, climbed up into one of the inviting chairs, giving a small sigh of relief. Even though things were uncertain at least for now she had a roof over her head.
Nuana lightly brushed the top of her head, feeling where the tall woman had gently caressed her. It was a comforting gesture, calming the young bothan down. Even though she could sense the darkness inside the woman, that one spark of goodness,Nuana responded to it. Her legs weren't long enough to hang over the edge like most grown ups could but she sat there patiently waiting, tapping her feet together then stopping when the nice lady came back inside. Nuana, placed her legs indian style and gave the woman a sharp assessing look, then waved giving a wee smile.
"My name is Nuana, what's your name?" answering Jessa's question.
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10-15-2012, 04:05 AM
Jessa nodded when she heard her new apprentice's name, and while she pulled a medkit from beneath the table which sat before her she responded softly. "Nuana, I am Lady Jessa."
The young Bothan did not seem as strong in the Force as Jessa had expected. She'd thought that the will of the Darkside would have sent her a powerful apprentice. One who's skills would compliment her own. Though, perhaps Nuana's weakness was by nurture instead of nature. Despite one's innate, they could only grow as far as their master could teach them.
Slender fingers gently worked at the burnt flesh that now covered the palm of her injured hand, then tore at a baget filled with clear gel. "Do you know why I saved you Nuana?" she asked as she smeared the gel over the fresh would. The bacta salve's healing properties would not only heal the wound faster. But it would limit any scaring. Within a matter of days. Given repeated treatments no one would know that she'd ever been wounded.
Before the Bothan child could answer Jessa continued. "You are to be my apprentice."
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10-22-2012, 04:48 PM
Lady Jessa, something about that name sent ripples through the youngling's mind. That name sounded so familiar and as Nuana tried to ferret the reason why,and before she could answer the question, Jessa answered it for her.
Nuana blinked, looking at her rescuer. "I'm to be your apprentice, your student?" she scootched off her chair and walked over to where Jessa was. "I've been told that the darkside is bad, to give into the dark side of the force is the way to destruction. I-I don't want to be destroyed, that sounds like a very bad thing. You don't want that to happen to you, do you?" her eyes looking deep into Jessa's.
Her eyes were still filled with innocence, with a hint of sadness, after all she had lost her first master. "I wouldn't want that to happen to you. You are a nice person and I like that."
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10-22-2012, 10:27 PM
Jessa instantly had to suppress the urge to reach out and smack the young Bothan. But she knew that if she began with the treatment she had endured when she was young, regardless of how effective it was.
So instead she feigned a smile and forced warm feelings through the Force. Then spoke in her ever angelic voice. "Is it evil to want to bring order to chaos Nuana?" Even her indescribable brown eyes spoke to the truth which she spoke. "There is no true evil in the universe young one. Only degrees in right and wrong. The Jedi, to the Sith, are evil in a way. Not because we believe that they will end all life, or will enslave non force users. But rather because they pervert the use of the Force. The stifle the way it is explored, restrict it's knowledge to all but the elite. They would have you remain ignorant of your true talents because they do not believe they can trust their younglings.
"The Sith however believe that every aspect of the Force should be explored. We cherish it in ways that the Jedi could not possibly understand. Their dogmatic interpretations of the will of the Force leave them blind to what can come to be. Utopia."
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10-25-2012, 10:57 AM
"Well, my Master was teaching me that the Force was to be used for the good of all races. She was teaching me how to be disciplined, and how to make my mind sharp and finely tuned. I don't quite understand much of what you were saying." the young bothan answered truthfully. " She encouraged me to someday choose what path I needed to take but, she did tell me that the lightside of the force would make me happy. It seemed to make her happy. She- she was like a mama to me. Watching out for me, protecting me." her words faded away, Nanua's eye filling up with tears once more.
"Jessa, is there a place I can go to sleep in? I'm very tired." her body starting to slump, and her ears drooping indicating such. She did fight to keep her eyes open, but seemed to be fighting a losing battle.
Tears trickled from her eyes, making another dark, wet pathway down her furry cheek. She rubbed them away, swaying in place. Nuana wanted nothing more than to crawl in a corner somewhere, curling up into a ball and sleep. Her legs gave way, and she crumpled into a heap, what little adrenaline Nuana had ebbing away and leaving her shaky. She had lost Master Trynna, she had seen awful things.
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10-26-2012, 09:02 AM
Jessa inwardly scowled when the Bothan used only her name. Did she think they were friends? No, she could not let this being mistake her kindness for weakness and she could not allow the youngling to simply fade into sleep. She needed her apprentice to be strong, disciplined and ready at a moment's notice. Tired or not the day was not yet done.
The statuesque young woman sent an energizing rush of Force energy into her young Apprentice, then followed it with a feeling of malice that would surely trigger Nanua's danger sense. Being tired was no excuse to loose discipline. Even a poorly trained Sith could easily call on the Force to stay her fatigue and continue on. Yes, Jessa would ensure that this alien grew to her full potential.
In a flash the long and tall Sith woman was on her feet. She reached out with her mind and tore Nuana's former Master's weapon from the Bothan's belt and ignited it while she held it with her mind in open air. Her voice, while still melodic, held an edge of warning. "You may not rest. There will be time for that later."
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10-26-2012, 10:03 PM
Nuana's fur stood on end much like a cat trying make themselves to look fiercesome. She had never before, experienced that jolt of energy that poured into her, like electricity through a wire powering an engine. Nuana scrambled back from Jessa, an silent snarl curling up her lip, showing her sharp canines. Her eyes flicked upwards to where her former master's lightsaber was being held out of her reach.
There was danger in the air, and it came from Jessa. Nuana's eyes darted quickly from one side to the next checking to where she may need to escape if the need should arise. There was one area to the right where maybe she could hide, then there was a thought in the back of her mind, that Jessa would be able to find her even if the bothan youngling, found a good place to hide. Jessa towered above her, and that should have made Nuana cringe, part of her wished to do so, but another part told her that it could prove to be her doom. Quickly the young bothan weighed the options, outside of the ship would be death or slavery either which wouldn't do. Inside here was some sort of protection albeit danger as well. The woman whom saved her, she could be nice but also a harsh mistress.
Right now Jessa was the lesser of two evils, and Nuana in her young mind and feeling a light nudge from the force, decided she would be able to face what may come. She stayed in her alert state, watching waiting to see what Jessa's next move would be.
"I want that back." she finally spoke. "I want Master Trynna's lightsaber returned to me." a little spirit in her eyes.
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10-27-2012, 12:29 AM
As Jessa held the dead Jedi's lightsaber in the air between them she smirked. This little being's boldness more than made up for her lack of skill. Though the Sith woman could not allow for such outbursts. Had she herself been so driven by a sentimental object, she would have been punished to the point where she wished for death.
She knew that she could easily reduce the youngling to a sobbing mess with little more than a flick of her fingers. But there was no challenge in that, no triumph in the moment when Nuana turned because she had been brutalized to the point of submission. Instead she wished for Nuana to turn of her own volition, because she found her rightful place in the galaxy. Not because she had been forced toward the darkside. And so, with the same little smirk upon her bountiful lips she twitched the fingers on her left hand. Blue sith lightning hissed and crackled betwixt her fingertips. Though it was but a warning, none shot forth toward the young alien.
Still with the audible crackle of electric energy zipping about her hand Jessa extinguished the Jedi's lighsabler that floated between them and as she again began to speak it slowly rotated and began to separate into it's baser pieces. "One day, soon, you will have one of your own. You are already well on your way." She exclaimed. The anger and defiance Jessa saw spoke volumes to just how close she believed this young Bothan stood at the edge of the cliff. "Be it Jedi or Sith, you may not carry a lightsaber that you did not create."
Slowly each piece of Nuana's former Master's weapon disassembled. The power cell broke free from the vortex ring, and with a flick of her pinky, was sent across the room and into the wall. The primary crystal separated from it's mount and the focusing crystals slipped free from the activator. While the crystal's hovered there, what was left of the Jedi's weapon broke into pieces and fell to the floor.
Jessa finally again spoke. "Attachment is not forbidden amongst the Sith like it is the Jedi. But your must never become attached to something that you can not bear to loose. For it will be taken from you." In that moment the Sith Lightning that lit the dark spaces between her fingers vanished, and she brought her hand up. With a quick, sharp motion she closed her open hand, and through the force crushed the dead Jedi's primary Crystal, the crystal that gave the weapon it's unique color.
Then, before the Bothan could react the focusing crystals bolted from where they hung, suspended before Jessa and stopped inches from the Bothan's chest. "Because I do not believe anybeing should ever forget where they come from, I will allow you to use these Crystals to create your own lightsaber. And do not ever again call me by only my name. I will not warn you again."
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10-27-2012, 11:06 AM
Nuana watched as the last vestiges of her former master's saber crumbled into bits and pieces. She moved her hand out to catch the crystals Jessa was offering her. Inside Nuana felt a quiet promise develop, to not forget where she came from and whom she was. Part of her innocence already disappearing, she had to survive and Nuana was faced with this being the only choice she had.
"What do I call you then, instead of Jessa? Lady Jessa?" The small bothan looked up into the eyes of her new teacher.
"And what are you not allowing me to do? Will I learn different things or will I be expected to just learn what you wish me to learn. Master Trynna had said that I needed to learn how to do different things, how to express myself in art or something else."
She placed the crystals into the pocket of her pants, still matching the taller woman's gaze. "I still think you can be nice, even though you may end up being mean at times."
Nuana rubbed the top of her head, "I can tell things will be different with you, it is obvious." within her mind she heard these words. May the Force be with you.
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10-27-2012, 12:02 PM
Once the young one relented Jessa sat back on the couch and crossed her legs. "You may call me Lady Jessa or Mistress." Then as the beautiful sith woman held her own lightsaber in her hands she continued in a voice that beheld no hint of malice. "I am not stopping you from learning anything. You may study anything you wish, but your studies in the Force are paramount and will occupy much of your time."
Then with the saber held upright she removed her hands and ignited it in mid air. Once the distinctive snap/hiss sound subsided into the gentle humming sound she gestured with a single hand to a bare spot before the couch. "I assume that you have already learned the basics of meditation?"
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10-27-2012, 07:50 PM
Nuana nodded, moving to the couch then climbing up to take her place where Jessa had indicated.
"Yes, I have learned the basics.Lady Jessa" she answered quietly, feeling the lumps of the crystals against her thigh, through her pocket. Strangely enough it gave her comfort, as if she weren't alone in this odd predicament.
She crossed her legs in her version of a lotus position, her hands relaxed and resting upon her knees. She looked towards Jessa, watching as the lightsaber now floated in mid air, being held by Jessa's knowlege of the force and her manipulation of it. Nuana was rather curious as to what her new teacher intended doing with it.The crimson color of the lightsaber was almost hypnotic, the quiet hum, the only sound that could be heard.
Nuana half closed her eyes, as she began the breathing that was the beginning of the meditative state. Listening to her heartbeat, feeling her fingers, then onwards as the sinews and her muscles began to relax, but not in the aspect of her falling asleep.
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10-27-2012, 09:37 PM
Jessa nodded as she looked past the crimson blade between them and into Nuana's half closed eyes. "I want you to forget everything you've learned about meditation Nuana, for now anyway." She exclaimed as she let her aura grow to encompass both of them.
With the strong, imposing feel of her aura blanketed across and around her apprentice she continued to speak in a soothing, yet powerful way. "I am going to Force Meld with you. That way I can guide your meditation, and help you channel your energies properly. Open your mind to me."
She didn't wait for consent. She would enter Nuana's mind, even if it was not opened to her. Though if Nuana did not comply it would be an unpleasant experience. So, slowly Jessa expanded her mind, and slipped through the cracks between Nuana's thoughts and into her mind. And once those cracks were breached Jessa flooded into the young Bothan's thoughts, though she only allowed Nuana the tiniest bit of access to her's.
In that place without time Jessa spoke to her apprentice through pure thought. "Focus on the crimson of my lightsaber. Recognize the power it holds, and let the controled rage within you embolden your mind."
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10-28-2012, 01:30 PM
Whirling through her mind were the teachings of Yoda as well as her former Master's. Anger was a way to fall into the darkside,and Nuana didn't want to do that. She didn't want to become lost, and not be her ownself. She didn't want to become someone she didn't want to be. Nuana did fight at first against Jessa's strong will, and it did start to become painful, a calming sensation came over her as she thought she heard a voice, "Let go, trust in the Force."
The woman was persistent, and Nuana had to let her inside. She didn't have the full capacity of creating a wall to withstand the onslaught. She was told at one time to bend like the willow or even the rushes which were in a swift running stream. The rushes and willow at times would be bent almost flat to the ground or surface of the water, and once the storm was past, they were able to straighten up. Nuana decided she would have to be like that.
She focused on the crimson blade, wondering at first if she had some anger to tap into, then it hit her. There was anger within her, it was at those whom had killed her master.It had been hidden away by the hurt and the shock she had felt.She gathered that into a ball, something akin to the crimson blade, the 'ball' a glowing red of hot coals. She would have liked to have struck out at them.Maybe.. this will help her get out her bitter feelings. She could almost feel the anger feed and energize her mind. She could understand why it was told to those of the lightside, to be careful. It was dangerous.
"It is burning hot, Lady Jessa, like the end of a hot poker having been inside a fire."
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10-28-2012, 06:53 PM
Jessa smiled inwardly when she felt Nuana find the rage, the anger that would fuel the young Bothan as she explored the dark side of the force. And while she reveled in Nuana's new-found anger Jessa began to guide her through the burning hot rage. It's hot because it is not controlled. Anger, passion and even fear are powerful allies. But it must be tempered. You need to calm it, quench the fire with the knowledge you draw from the force. Draw the power you feel all around you into that heat inside of you. Control it. Do not let it control you.
As she explained what Nuana was feeling Jessa let loose enough of her control so that the Bothan could slip just far enough into her mind to feel the controlled inferno that drove the Sith toward greatness. Though surprisingly, despite what the Jedi taught their younglings about the Sith, there was no feeling of hate. No evil. Just passion and desire to succeed in all she did. However, despite the openness Jessa allowed Nuana, she did not let the youngling in deep enough to pick at the root of that inferno.
It is not easy. You must always hold the reins for if you let it slip you stray from the path you've chosen and end up walking in the shadow of those fallen Sith that have sullied the name for all who follow.
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11-08-2012, 12:18 PM
Under the guidance of Jessa, Nuana began to mold, and shape the anger she felt. It felt like a warm living entity, something that she knew, for some strange reason, that it could be utilized in different ways. It could energize her could give her the extra strength that she needed. Though she heard in her mind, the words of Yoda, how that peacefulness would help as well, a quiet strength is needed, the anger could be turned more into a determination.
Nuana again thought of what happened, could feel the control she was working on to retain, it slipping and the force of it manifested in an arc of energy which hit the sofa that Nuana and Jessa were sitting upon, sending the young padawan flying across the room, to hit the opposite wall, Nuana letting out a startled shriek, and sliding to the floor. Nuana didn't know what happened, all she knew was that she was hurting and feeling like she had stuck her fingers into an outlet that had electricity. Several small tendrils of smoke rose from her fur and there was certainly the scent of burnt hair.
She lay there for several moments, trying to sort out her fuzzy mind. Finally she moved and looked up from her current position, seeing a scorch mark upon the back of the couch. Nuana felt a lead balloon hit her stomach, her gaze wandering from the mark to Lady Jessa. She gulped, she had felt some of the rage that Jessa had, when being able to peek inside her new teacher's mind. Nuana rose up from the floor, bracing herself in readiness for what may or may not occur.
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11-17-2012, 12:58 PM
After what it seemed a long time but had only been lying there for a few seconds, Nuana rose up from the floor and left the area. She went further into the ship, feeling confused, mortified and frightened that something like that could have come from her. Why did her mistress have to die, why was the force directing her to stay with Lady Jessa? Why was she having flashes of having seen the woman in her dreams?
Nuana finally stopped in one of the rooms on what used to be a luxury liner, the place torn apart, things lying in ruin. She sat down on a cushion, pulling her knees up to her chest, her ears drooping down. She missed her friends, her fellow padawans, She missed home, she whimpered quietly, becoming lost in her thoughts.
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01-24-2013, 10:46 AM
She didn't know how long she had been sleeping, all Nuana knew was that she woke up to find herself alone curled up in a ball. There was silence around her, no sign of movement. She felt an urgency to leave the situation she had previously found herself in. She heard the whispers of her former mistress, Trynna, telling her it was time to leave.
Trusting in the voice of her master, Nuana stole out of what was once a luxury ship, the property of Lady Jessa. Strong inside her were the teachings of Yoda and her mistress, that of trusting in the force. She was going to adhere to that, it was going to be the only way she will survive. Part of her innocence was lost, and the little bothan knew she had to survive. The odds were against her and hopefully she will find someone who would help her.
Nuana ran, to put distance between herself and that ship, and thus begins the new journey of Nuana until the Force sees fit for her to find others who use the force.
THE END OF DARKNESS FREED