Cephi

Cephi was pleasantly surprised by his apprentices ease of fluidity in combat. She avoided the Sith Lords movements with ease, making the Nagai proud his Apprentice had grown so much in their time together. He remembered her idealistic attitude, her love of the Jedi, and he need to be good, all soiled, ruined, and broken and then she was rebuilt, tainted and twisted. Cephi had done well with this one. When the Sith Lord stopped his attack he stood still and looked at his lover, seeing she had not even broken a sweat in dodging his flurry of attacks. He kept his mind calm and looked to his apprentice. "I have durasteel plating covering my entire skeleton. So your natural power will not be able to do anything against them. You will need to use the Force to empower you, like you do to make you jump higher or run faster, you can add more power to your punches with the natural energy of the Force. I want you to test this power by breaking five of my ribs."

He watched as his apprentice randomly killed a few men for what appeared to be sport. They had not assaulted her in fact, all the Rattataki had stopped their attack since Cephi had murdered the original three attackers. She must truly have embraced the ways of the Sith to viciously attack now without being provoked into a fight. It was glorious and Cephi couldn't have been more proud as he watched her gut three Rattataki. However, to stop her from doing more the Sith Lord sped to her side and reeled her back from the crowd as they watched in anger and walked away, tied to their own warrior ways. "The Rattataki are a tribal people Jacquelyn and they have populated this planet well. If we do not take control of a village, we will have no safe base on the planet while we further our training in the Dark Side of the Force, each of the tribes would endlessly attack us, and while I may be skilled, a thousand Rattataki out for my blood would inevitably be something I would be hardpressed to overcome. If we win this tribe from them, we have their alleiance and then we can continue." He turned to his apprentice and smiled before leading her out into a small clearing past the ship. He turned to her and examined her once more, taking in her body and memorizing it. "You will win this battle against their warrior Jacquelyn, with the Force at your command their is no way you cannot beat him, even with just your bare fists. Besides, I don't want you all scarred up, you are far to fair for such unattractive things like scars. So you will have to be near perfect with your fighting abilities." Cephi raised his hands and curled them into fists nodding for Jacquelyn to put her hands up too. "The Force has the ability to give us premonition as you well know, and you learned how to use that ability. I need you to be better at it. I need you to properly judge a swing, a swipe and dodge it. You are not to fight back during this exercise, just avoid me as best you can." Cephi rushed forward and made the following combination of moves. A left jab toward Jacquelyn's face, a right hook toward her side, and a backflip kick that would, if it hit her, kick her in the jaw. When finished the Nagai stood and looked to see if he had caused any damage to his apprentice. ((Just post coming with me after your murder spree, listening and some comprehension of why we are taking this tribe for our own, and then post dodging my moves and making a retort of your own.))

Cephi enjoyed the soft affectionate kiss of Jacquelyn as he began to take controls of the ship out of auto pilot, and guided the ship as plummeted from orbit and descended toward the barren red tinged planet below. Cephi held a steady course toward the southern side of the planet and with his left hand pulled up information on Rattatak on his navicomputer trying to find a good place to land his ship. "The political instability of Rattatak makes it impossible to determine if we can land in one place one month from the next. No ruling government, just warring clans that spill each other's blood, in all likilihood, I may have to level an area in one of the villages for us to land," Cephi said in a manner akin reading a textbook to his Apprentice. The ship descended into the atmosphere and soon out of the transperisteel window, they could see the wasteland of Rattatak below them. Barren and covered in red dust and dark skies, it was hard to imagine Rattatak being a habitable planet anyhow, but perhaps that is what made their violent and primitive people such admirable warriors. The Sith Lord lowered the throttle and the ship slowed down as a village grew larger in the distance. "No landing pad, they don't have space travel on their own, too concerned with killing each other," Cephi began as he flicked open his control for his missile bay, and targeted the largest building on the outskirts of the small village that had the label ORPHANAGE over it. A wicked smile grew on his face and Cephi fired the missle and watched as a bloody explosion erupted and the building was cleared, a blackened crater was only left its wake. Within moments a flurry of the pale, bald and tattooed people came from their hovels to look at what had caused a disturbance. The ship landed on the crater and without hesitation he got up from his seat, calling for Jacquelyn to follow him and activated the ramp out of his ship and he walked down with his lightsaber in hand, activated his mind set with the steady passion of an impending massacre. His eyes were wide, the pain that still echoed in his body was a fuel for his aggression and he had not satsfied his murderous urges in sometime. His boot his the hard dirty ground and at once a trio of Rattataki came at him, sharpened blades out and a howling scream as they attempted to cleave him. The Sith Lord laughed as he cut their weapons off as easily as if it had been made of nerf butter. The Rattataki were not stopped so easily, and thethrew their weapons down and attempted in all their rage to hit the Sith Lord, who spun on the spot parrying them with his arm and various kicks before he picked up the hilts of their broken weapons in his left hand while he continued to parry them. He took the hilt of one and shoved it into their eye socket, and then with an amount of the Force he had overdone, he thrust it through until the hitl existed out the back of his skull and bits of brain and skull had fell to the ground. Another blast and one of the men was slammed into a solid wall nearby with a splat that painted the wall with his now crushed cranium, and the last was in shock at what happened to his friends, allowing Cephi a split second advantage, and using his augmented strength of steel and automation, he sent a left hook into the man's jaw which tore it from his body, and he fell to the ground, choking on his own tongue and blood, wretching below him. The rest of the Rattataki had now surrounded the landing site, their primitive weapons in hand and awaitng to strike at the Sith Lord who had wrought so much devastation already. The Sith Lord could dispose of them easily, but he decided a different plan. "Bring forth your greatest warrior, your most accomplished killer, the one you keep imprisoned because he will murder your children should he escape and bring him and I will offer my own champion to fight him in the gladitorial ring for control of this tribe." The Rattataki considered him, they were warriors, and the Alpha controlled the tribe. This is how Asajj Ventress was able to amass one of the largest clans in the history of the planet. Cephi knew of this weakness in their heirarchy and it woudl be exploited. "We accept, bring forth your warrior scum, we will show you your death today," came the harsh voice of a large, formidable looking Rattataki woman.

Cephi woke up, smeared in dried blood and sweat. He looked to his right for a moment to see he was not the only one covered in his own blood. A savage smile graced his face as he looked at the back of his slumbering lover and he decided to allow her some more time to sleep. He removed himself from the bed and put his clothes back on, and soon enough found himself in the cockpit where he saw the planet of Rattatak below, the ship orbiting like a satellite of death, about to launch it's deadly projectile at the planet below. The Sith Lord waited for his lover to wake up, and for them to continue to the planet to complete her training, and possibly her trials.

The ship pulled away from Carida with ease and hovered in orbit above the planet as the Sith Lord punched in some coordinates into his navicomputer and the ship shot off to a planet he knew of that would provide them a good firm ground for the lessons he would need to train Jacquelyn and himself in next. The ship shot into hyperspace and placing the autopilot before turning to his Apprentice. "We are going to Rattatak, home of the Rattataki, some of the most rutheless sentients in the galaxy. They do not have advanced weapons or space travel outside what we outsiders brought to them, because they are sorted into clans and have been in a constant state of civil war for a few thousand years. However, a great many of them are Force Sensitive which gives them a good combat edge, making them good adversaries. Here we will hone our skills, learn how to use the Force to make us faster, and to control our abilities. If you can survive here, you will be ready to face your trials" He smiled encouragingly and then lifted himself from his chair, a blood, spot glistening on his robes from his punctured chest glistened in the little bit of light the cockpit of the ship provided. He made his way a few steps back outside the door to the only cabin within the ship. "I am going to rest a bit, I think I over exerted myself on the front of pain, if you want to join me, feel free." He opened the door and walked inside and laid on the bed, touching the blood soaked spot of robe and licking his own blood off of it in curiousity as the time passed in silence. He stared at the ceiling, focusing on the pain, but not allowing himself to be hurt.

Cephi ushered his apprentice into his ship and escorted her to his co-pilots seat. Within a few moments he had pressed the right menagerie of buttons and toggles that lifted the superb ship into the air, and bolted toward the stars. ((continued in Space thread))

Cephi's eyes flashed open as a warm feeling rushed to his cheek and he saw his apprentice Jacquelyn hovering over him. He was no longer up in the air, hoisted by the meat hooks he drove into his body the night before, instead he was on the floor, a short bit away from a pool of blood that was under where he had begun his ritual self multilation last night. Logically it seemed he had passed out during his meditation, probably due to extreme blood loss. He looked at the warm and worried look in his lover's eyes and for the first time realized he was in a clean, untorn set of robes. His body didn't feel like the warm wet of blood was upon them, but upon tring to get his body up from the floor he felt the uncomfortable plastic-like feeling of adhesive from bandages throughout his body. She had helped him, though he did not need it, he was meant to endure it, survive it, use it to grow stronger. He appreciate the love she showed him, her loyalty would prove useful, and the more synoymous in the Force they ebcame, the more unstoppable they would become, yet this was something he would have to survive. He got to his feet and began to remove the robes he had been changed into. "I appreciate your concern and care Jacquelyn," he started, his voice calm and collected as it had been after their duel the previous day, "But I was meant to endure this pain. A mark of a Sith Warrior is to be able to be shot, cut, stabbed, and mutilated but still not waiver, still carry on and fight until they cannot fight anymore." The robes were now removed, and his body was bare to Jacquelyn but the Nagai felt no shame at her seeing him. He began to remove his bandages, and with each one a terrible rip echoed and a small drip of blood began to trickle down his body. "Much the same as you are trianing to be a Sith Lord, I am training myself to push my boundaries and become a more powerful Sith. To become a Sith Master is something only few are selected for, but I will become one, and these tests are the only way to do so with my skillset." He threw back on his robes Jacquelyn brought him and smiled at her, not trace of the pain coursing through his body. Once dressed, he leaned in toward Jacquelyn and gave her a quick kiss on her lips. Allowing his eyes to look into her eyes, seeing her worried more clearly than before. "Do not worry about me, I have endured worse, how do you think I got the durasteel bones I have now?" he finished sarcastically with a raised eyebrow. "Go ahead and grab your things at meet me at the ship, Jacquelyn." He waited for her to leave and he grabbed his lightsaber, clipped it to his belt, and walked out of the Academy and stood in front of his beautiful ship awaiting his Apprentice.

The Sith Lord was hardly surprised that Jacquelyn did not accept his hand, though he meant his sincerity. His ruthlessness as an instructor had clearly conflicted with the man lost to his own emotions the day before. He room felt empty, but the Sith felt energized by the duel of earlier. He had to work to avoid being hit when Jacqulyn went into a rage, she took the Force to her and it aided her in trying to harm him. It was the Dark Side he felt in her, but it was not Jacquelyn in it, and it's purity in it's evil was not there. Cephi had heard of an ability with Sith Warriors to submit themselves to the will of the Dark Side and become living instruments of it's pure malicious core, but it lacked control, it was a desperate measure for Warriors who had no other option to go to in their attack. It was unrelenting and suicidal. It can be useful, but as he was trying to teach Jacquelyn how to control the Force, for now, it was counter-productive. Finished with his ponderings on what to do with Jacquelyn, in the realm of her tutelage under Cephi, The Sith Lord began to think of his own advancement. He had become more proficient in his use of the Force while with Jaquelyn, though his control was still a bit off. He was able to push her starship over in a wave of his own fury, but simultaneously he was able to lift the spheres from the plinths without having to reach out his arms like he had to in his earlier days as a Lord. He still didn't feel he mastered enough to face the Master Trials when he next encountered the Darkest of Lords. The Sith Warrior stood atop one of the tiles below a shelf of Holocrons and pondered momentarily how to reach it, though soon enough his cleverness prevailed and concentrating the Force below the tile, he levitated it into the air, until he was able to sustain it in a hover in front of the dusty, red-glowing holocrons that sat there. Each of them had a plaque below them that had the title of the Sith who made the holocron and the contents contained within them. Holocrons and the operation of them was quite familiar to the Sith Lord as he had used them for years. When the Darkest of Lords was his Master, he had very few lessons with him due to the galaxy needing him to purge it of weakness and filth, thus the holocrons his Lord collected over the years gave him a great deal of instruction, showing him how his embrace of the Dark Side would give him great power, though at the cost of his sanity, which only now was beginning to come back, possibly. Lifting the Holocron for a Darth Doloris, Lord of Pain, Cephi allowed himself to drift back to the floor, seating the tile back in place and setting down the holocron on a plinth which was missing the sphere it had held a few minutes before. reaching out with the Force, the Sith Lord opened the holocron and the spectral presence of Darth Doloris erupted from it. Doloris was an average sized woman, scanitly clad, heavily scarred with bits of flesh missing around her eyes and lips, and covered in brands, tattoos and piercings, she was an embodiment of what her Darth title was given for. The bust of her spectral self looked down at the Nagai and laughed with glee. "Well, you do need my instruction don't you?" she began with a tinge of madness in her cackle of a voice, "Your skin is barely tattooed and you have no scars upon you body, nothing to show off the pain you have endured and can survive." "And to what purpose would that serve?' said the Nagai with a tinge of disrespect sparking through his voice, "My skin is clean because I have avoided the swipes of my enemies." "LIES," she called to him, her voice stinging like a whip as she spoke, "You have been killed and murdered and reborn into a flawless new body. Weakness is all throghout you. You are afraid to allow yourself to be hurt, afraid to have your skin marred. You even went to the length to remove your nerve endings in your body so that you could avoid pain when your body pierced as if pain was unrecognizeable to you. This does not strengthen you. You are not worthy to be a Sith Warrior until you can allow pain and suffering to give you strength, to make you stronger, to make you worthy of someday having your knowledge stored on the same shelf to which you took mine from." The Sith Lord thought for a moment on her words and decided the Darth knew more about this than he did, a quick look at her could tell that her self mutilation knew no bounds and yet she was powerful enough to be a Darth. Cephi closed the holocron and lifted it back to the shelf he found it, settling it neatly as it was before he removed it. He turned around and left the room making his way through the halls until he reached the room where the mutilated bodies hung. He surveyed the room with his eyes and looked for something to begin his transformation, soon he saw a meathook sitting on the floor, a blood stain that had begun to rust the blade sitting next to the skeletal corpse of a now unrecognizeable creature. With a tinge of apprehension, the Sith Lord picked up the blade and examined it, wondering how it could be that the Darth was correct. Pain and injury was weakness, not strength. He lifted the hook in the air and it gleamed in the firelit of the lantern lit room, his doubt growing. Cephi was apprehensive. He lowered the meathook and flung it at the wall in anger at his own cowardice. With a short scream, he was able to call the Dark Side to him, which fueled him into a more confident state. He marched over the to meathook, lifted it, and he plunged the hook into his chest, piercing through his right lung. Pain flooded him, however it fueled him, it was as if someone had sent him a shock of fuel, he felt more alert, everything felt slower and he felt quicker. His pulse seemed to thunder in his body, his muscles twitched and his movements felt as if they have force behind him that were not his assisted cybernetics. Fueled by his newfound power, the sith lord picked up some additional weapons, a sword, a few more hooks, and overlarge nail and drove them through his body. He wasn't satisfied. he removed one of the dead bodies from the hooks that had hoisted them into the air and called the hooks via the Force to impale him and string himself up in the air. His flesh burning but his mind alive and his body dripping with blood, the Nagai meditated on the Dark Side, allowing it's power to surge through him and give him strength until the morning came and Jacquelyn woke up to find him.

Cephi was impressed by the tenacity Jacquelyn showed when in a life threatening situation. She was more aggressive, her heart rate increased and her power in the Force flourished as she made the appropriate parries to keep Cephi from cutting her into segments. Yet something felt wrong. She called the Force to her, and her actions could be felt as easily as if the Sith Lord were reading a book, he knew what had happened, and this wasn't a good situation for either of them With a speed as if magnetized to her, a plinth rocketed toward Cephi's backside. He knew his metal bones could withstand the Force, but going into Bacta for the major healing his flesh would require would be another matter entirely. Reacting quickly Cephi moved his free hand behind his back and shot five blaster bolts from his hand, destroying the plinth while his lightsaber held it's place up front, parrying the the attack. Gathering the Force to him the Sith Lord generated enough energy to push Jacquelyn back several meters and he deactivated his lightsaber and putting it on his belt. "You lost control," he called to Jaquelyn, "You allowed the Force to control you, it controlled your actions, it was helping you live. Valuable as that may seem it is our purpose as Sith to master the Force, to command it, for it to obey our whims and do as we command." He stepped forward and offered his hand to the young Kaalian. "That is it for today's lesson." he said with the calm returning to his voice once more, "Take care of that bloody nose, get something to eat and go to bed, we are going to be leaving Carida tomorrow to continue our training, and I want to make sure you are healthy for the journey." He allowed the genuine smile to cover his face once more and waited for Jacquelyn to take his hand or leave the Hall.

As the blade expectedly was avoided by Jacquelyn she took a step toward Cephi before thrusting her blade forward at his torso. This second of unnecessary movement, when the Sith Lord was already in range of everything but impaling, allowed him freedom to defend himself once more. Spinning the blade across his body in a half circular motion he was able to knock her training saber upwards. Using the momentum he created while knocking Jacquelyn's blade away from himself he spun his body his left hand clenched in a fist as it collided with her face, causing her to stagger a few feet back in the blow from his steel coated boney fist. "Pathetic," he began with the growl present once more in his voice "what weakness you show Jacquelyn. Is it the best yuo can do? Can you not guide your body better against me? Can you not feel my movements in the Force, feel my plan of attack as I make it and have the Force peskily leak such information to you so that avoiding and reading my attack becomes intuitive? He reached his hand out and pulled Jacquelyn through the Force to him quickly via her attire, until he had is fist clenched around them just below her chest, holding her helplessly in his grip. "You cannot continue to fail me Jacquelyn, if you do, I will have no choice but to kill you. Weakness is not accepted in the Sith Order I serve." He released her and pushed her a few feet back from him, his lightsaber still ignited he pounced toward her and made a series of slashes in many various directions, the first swept from her right foot up to her collar, the scond across her chest from her left to her right and a third from her right collar to her left hip. If she failed now, she would be seriously injured or killed.

She had no reason to cause harm to him? The Sith Lord could not comprehend her apprehension to follow his instructions. Sith had no reason to waiver, they had to follow through on their goals, and destroy the foes they are determined to destroy. She would have to learn, and it may cost her to do so. Resuming a defensive stance of his own quickly, Jacquelyn thrust forward but the Sith Lord easily sidestepped her jab released his right hand from his hilt and jabbed it into her wrist, causing the practice saber to fall from her hands. Quickly, Cephi called the practice saber to his available hand and thrust it so the blade was centimeters from her neck. "This is not a game Jacquelyn," he said with a stern but irritated growl in his voice, "This specific training is the difference between life and death. The ability to be proficient in combat, to sense the movements and actions of others a split second before they come to be are things your former Master was a failure in and died because of it. If you cannot accomplish this, you too, will die." He dropped the training saber and took his lightsaber in his right hand, twirling it a bit in a flashy motion before stepping his right foot back, the blade over his head and pointed directly at Jacquelyn. He didn't speak, his lips were clenched and his eyes burned red as he looked to her, the Dark Side flooded to him as he thought of the villages he burned, the families he destroyed and the government he toppled in his rise to power on his homeworld and without warning he struck forward, his right foot leapt turning his body forward and a long sweeping arc from the crimson blade swept from top to bottom, attempting to remove her left arm at the shoulder, unless she could block him and take advantage of the wide opening he left with his right, arm, torso, legs and face, undefended.

The young lady's movements were to obvious, and with a short swipe to across his body, the Sith Lord parried the inept chop of his Apprentice as if bored by the attempt to harm him. He yawned in his own inattention to it all and looked back at Jacquelyn, the interest he had in her quick witted use in the Force was diminishing slowly by her lackluster abilities with a lightsaber. "I am not a log on the side of your house to be chopped to fuel your fire. Think strategy, what way can you cause me to move that will open me to a slice, a stab, anything to cause me to suffer." Cephi went back into his defensive stance and looked at her once more. "Again."

His angered attempt to force her to gain control of the Force seemed to work, and yet she showed proficiency beyond what he had expected. Stopping herself from being crushed and just holding the Stone there would have been one event in it's entirety, however, she seemed to grasp the concepts of ordering the Force about to change object orientation in space with no tutelage on the subject whatsoever. She knew how to move the stone away from her and drop far enough away from her, somewhat haphazardly as it cracked the stone flor a bit where it hit, but the amount of use of telekinesis in this event was enough to give Cephi a thorough shock that she had exceeded expectations. She continued to surpise him, as Jacquelyn reached out for one of the training lightsabers and pulled it quickly to her as if doing so was an everyday occurence. A bit of cockiness was never a bad thing when one was doing well, though, it would need to be checked. As soon as Jacquelyn had a firm grasp on the lightsaber, Cephi grabbed his massive hilt and ignited his blade rushing in front of Jacquelyn in the bat of her eyes, the deep crimson of his blade reflecting it's color upon the curves of her face. "The lightsaber is the blade of a Force User, but only we Sith are given purpose and life in battle. When our weapons cut through our foes it only gives us more power than when we started, like a cancer we grow until we become a Force none can reckon with and we kill every living thing in our path. It is what makes Sith Warriors the most dangerous foes to meet on a battlefield, because if they are within your arms reach, your chances of living are slim." The Sith Lord took one step back and allowed his body head to toe to easily be in view of his Apprentice. With no notice, the bladed in his forearms shot sideways through his flesh and the fingertips on the hand not clasping his saber all opened showing the blaster ends embedded within them. "I have forged myself into a machine of battle. I have armaments that allow me more opportunity to kill my enemy, to be in a battle and allow my fingers to direct toward them blasting them in the heart while we do battle, or cutting open their jugular with a well placed elbow jab. Then my assisted cybernetics and steel coating my bones allow me to have heavier and faster movements, more agility and flexibility than a normal mortal, of course you discovered that last night, but it is most useful in a circumstance when I have an opponent to gut open." He allowed his self installed armaments to recede into his body and he took a step forward toward Jacquelyn once more, his lightsaber lit and aloft by his side. He seemed relaxed, but he was prepared to strike without hesitation should he need to. "Yet for all my weapons and additions, this blade," he said as he looked toward the blood red crimson balde that he held in his hand and then back to Jacquelyn, "is my primary tool I use. It has become an extension of my will on par with the power the Force itself carries. It is like a part of me, an extra limb, I know it's length, capabilities and how much power thrusts or twirls I need to make it do as I want. You will have to become just as proficient with the blade in order to be counted as a Sith Lord like myself." He took a step back, and held his blade across forward in a defensive stance ready to parry. "Iginite that training blade, and do your best to hit me with it" ((I do not expect Jacquelyn to be an expert duelist immediately, in fact, I prefer she weren't. As we go through the paces of making swings at each other back and forth I am going to be training you in spit second premonition in the Force, the spidey sense effect as I call it, and using to Force to aid you in speed and strength while fighting. I expect this to take a few posts so no reason to go overboard in the posts, just give me enough to show me you truly understand the concepts in the posts themselves and we will be golden.))

Cephi was unimpressed that his student had such a lack of control of her newfound ability. Was he so wreckless and useless when he began learning the capabilities of the Force? He could not remember a time when he was so terrible to use the Force like a down syndrome child trying to play with blocks. Then on top of it all she hadn't even lifted the correct object. Bothersome. The Sith Lord waived his hand in a sweeping motion, shoving the items she had mistakenly uprooted with her careless use of the Force and stepped forward. Using his internal rage at her inability to flock the Dark Side to him, he lifted two of the spheres behind him with eas off their plinths and brought them closer to him. "Can you not feel how connected they are to me? I am gathering the Force beneath them, like a hand, an extension of my own body that does not require a physical component. It can save you, harm others, or just move trash out of your way." Cephi lifted the solid stone sphere, which up close was about half a meter in diameter and made it hover about twenty feet directly above Jacquelyn's head. "Catch it, or you are going die." He released the sphere, and it rocketed toward the Apprentice's head. ((If you are going to catch it, give me a good fluid post about discovering and truly visualling the Force grabbing the object, suspending it in a weightless fashion, the whole nine yards. If you cannot, please dodge it at the very least and just deal with the punishment of doing so.))

Cephi smiled upon the sight of his lover entering the room, his mind raced with an ambition to hold her in his arms once more, and repeat the activities of last night, but he knew he had to restrict himself from his lust for her and get her trained in the Force, he had made that promise afterall. She took one step forward as she moved toward him, her eyes darting about the room examining the objects and architecture. She looked well, rested and at strength.The Nagai was pleased that she was not in disrepair as she was the other day when he sent her to kill a village, and instead in perfect condition for the draining training they would be taking part in this day. "Now that you can sense the Force Jacquelyn," he began with his instructive tone of voice taking the forefront once more, "It is imperative that you learn how to use the Force. Learn to use your environment to your advantage for that will mean life or death." The Sith Lord moved his head toward one of the solid spheres on a plinth nearest him and it levitated from the stone, hovering in midair as if hoisted by wires. "With the Dark Side the Force is ours to command, we can demand it to work for us, to do our bidding, and the stronger we are in the Dark Side, the stronger our ability to command it becomes," he said in the same professional tone from before. "You can feel the Force around you now, you can feel how the Force thrusts from me at my command and continues to lift this sphere from it's resting place. I want you to do the same. Command the Force!" he continued with a bit more enthusiasum, "Accomplish this and we are one step closer to your goal of learning to Heal with the Force"

Cephi offered his arm and led his soon to be lover out of the Mess Hall and into the corridor where the Acolyte and Apprentice quarters were, it was not long before they had come to the doorway to Jacquelyn's room and the Sith Lord ushered his beautiful Apprentice within the room, following her inside. Inside the room, the atmosphere was palpable, eveyrthing seemed to be still, frozen as Jacquelyn spun to face him. For a moment, the Sith just looked into her eyes, and lips, admiring the smooth features of her face. He allowed his long fingers to brush her face until his palm laid upon her warm cheek, his fingers curving into her hair. He brought he forward and kissed her once more, yet now, with far more tenacity. She kissed him back, her arms finding their way to the back of his neck and spine and pulled him into her. Soon enough, Cephi freed his hand from her cheek and took off her overcoat and began to unlace the tight corset-like top that was beneath. She followed suit and began to remove each layer of the SIth Lord's robes. Soon enough their bodies were bare and they moved themselves onto the bed, continuing their passionate embrace. --------- The morning light crept through the small crack of a window in the top left and Cephi's eyes flickered awake, finding the warm smooth body of Jacquelyn pressed against his own, her back against his chest and his arm wrapped around her. Still in slight disbelief that he had accomplished the first lusty thought he had upon seeing the beautiful woman step foot in this Academy, Cephi slowly removed himself from the bed, looking about the room for all the robes he was wearing which were now strewn across the floor along with the leather garments Cephi had made for Jacquelyn. Realizing now that these were all over the floor he looked towards the bed and now, not in the heat of passion, was seeing Jacquelyn's body as if he had not seen it bare before. Transfixed for a moment at the sight, the Sith Lord's mind clicked as if taking a picture of this moment and then he gathered the rest of his clothes, getting dressed and heading back out to the Mess Hall where he prepared a breakfast for Jacquelyn, their feast from last night still sitting well in the Nagai's stomach. He scribbled a note telling his lover to meet him in a room on the opposite end of the Academy once she had finished her meal and he sped off to that room himself once setting the note next to her plate. The room was a large hall, about the size of some of the dance hall's the Nagai had seen for the aristocrats in some worlds, yet this one was not opulent, it was just as ancient and powerful looking as the rest of the Academy and yet in some slight disrepair. This room was filled with weapons, training lightsabers, and a few dozen spheres on plinths. This was a room meant for training new recruits, in the past there were deathmatches here between apprentices to prove which was worthy for their master, there were tortures, interrogations, the room held such a violent history with the Sith Order. The Lord smiled upon feeling the evil imprint of the Dark Side upon the place and he stood in front of the weapons facing the entrance to the hall, awaiting his apprentice to arrive.

Not alone in savoring the moment at hand, the Apprentice returned the ambitious embrace of the Sith Lord, pressing her body and lips closer to him, apparently getting equal amounts of pleasure as Cephi was. The Sith Lord was quite impressed with her quick paced fall from the weakness of the Jedi Code to the Sith. Impressed in how well she was able to sense the Force in such quick time. She was just all in all impressive. “Scandalous is what my father would say, my Lord….” came the soft voice of Cephi's temptress and the Sith Lord smirked a bit as she nestled her head into his chest as if he were some sort of safety net for her. He thought momentarily of a possibility to increase that scandal should her father still be alive and wondered if there was a holorecorder in his bedroom should they wish to play that game later. Soon thereafter her seductive voice echoed a line that was consistent with the time of day it was. Night had fallen upon Carida and after her day of killing, Jacquelyn surely must have been tired to request to return to her quarters. She pulled away from the Nagai and his red and yellow eyes looked back at her, hopeful, but not expectant. "Of course," he began curtly, "would you like me to escort you?"

As the Force encircled his Apprentice, Cephi could not help but pick up on what thoughts and emotions escaped her as she continued to think without restriction. He could feel the mixture of skepticism that held her before he had completed his use of the Force to aid her in sensing it fully, activating her mind to the etheral presence of the Force that was omnipresent around them. The Sith Lord felt this feeling quickly replaced as she delved herself into the Force Cephi was having flow around her, but kept it in mind nonetheless. After she had responded saying plainly she could feel the presence, Cephi smiled. He knew how overwhelming the first time he felt the Force was and to say few words meant the mesmerizing effect of being brought into the different way of not only seeing, but feeling the world around you. He walked slowly over to Jacquelyn keeping his command on the Force about her fluid, not wanting to have the Force he controlled to wane from her so she could continue to feel it's awe-inspiring presence. Once he was by her side as she sat in her chair, Cephi offered his hand and gently lifted his beautiful date out of her chair. They were less than a foot from each other and the Sith Lord, knowing now how she felt in his company, decided to hell with propriety and paitence. He pulled her closer to him till their faces were inches from each other, and before he even knew what he was doing, Cephi allowed his passions to take control and he embraced Jacquelyn in a kiss, pressing her body against his as he enjoyed the sweet taste of her lips that her natural flavor mixed with the sweetness of the dessert no doubt, had given them. He allowed his lips to leave hers and slightly let her back a few inches from being pressed against him. "That," he said with a genuine smile illuminating his face, "Would have probably led to us being ostracized on our homeworlds. But with the Sith, we have no reason to be ashamed for these emotions," he allowed his hand to slide down Jacquelyn's side to her hip and holding her tightly, "How could this be blasphemous? He stared into Jacquelyn's eyes, admiring how beautifully bright they were and kept his face in a happy smile, wondering with a pleasant thought how Jacquelyn would respond to his actions.

As he watched his apprentice dip her spoon into her frozen flavored nerf milk dessert and bring it to her lips he hardly expected her, given her past behaviour, to do anything more than eat as a normal person would, yet she played with the spoon, moving it past her lips in a fashion that gave the Sith Lord a shiver than ended in him having to make a shift in his chair to be comfortable again. She knew how to play. Cephi would keep this visual in the back of his mind for now, and he would recall it before he led her to her quarters tonight. Yet another surprise came from Jacquelyn in these few moments, Cephi was stunned to find out that either via him unlocking her true potential and her acknowledging him for it, or Stockholm Syndrome, or a bit of both, it seemed that while he was infatuated with her, she was taken with him in a manner beyond just Master and Apprentice. She wanted the Nagai, a very odd choice as most humans could not see his people as anything close to human beauty, and she was vocal, in a very quiet way but it still counted, about it. "My dear," he began in a warm voice to his beautiful Apprentice, "On that front of passion, I am quite parallel to your feelings, that is to say, I am yours as well." The Sith Lord decided to grant a request, once more, to his Apprentice, and he called upon the Dark Side to rush to her, mingling with the dark essence that surrounded her after her ritualistic killing of all the villagers. His active use of the Force, his command, surrounded her, and via the clothes he made and her own power, should be felt by her. "Can you feel it Jacquelyn?" he began, in a more instructive tone than the seductive and gentle tone he took throughout the meal, "Do you feel the power of the Force surrounding you, thrusting through you, waiting for you to acknowledge and use it as the tool it is meant to be for those who are not too weak to seek power? Can you feel how it moves through your chest, sweeps your hair, bats your eyes? An eternal endless depth of power?" He was sure she could, as he could most certainly feel her presence begin to grow in the Force as he via his efforts, attempted to lend his power to her, in order for her to expedite this process of self discovery with the Force itself.

“I am yours Lord Cephi.” The words ringed like a songbird in the Sith Lord's ears, he had longed to hear those words from her full lips. The infatuation growed at the sweet songlike response of his Apprentice, and Cephi himself had to work hard from smiling like schoolboy being told by his crush that she liked him back. He still allowed a sly smile to cross his face, showing off his menacing sharpened teeth, but not in a threatening manner. "I will hold you to that Jacquelyn," Cephi said with a hint of innuendo and seduction , "But for the moment, I would rather enjoy your company with both of us just being Jacquelyn and Cephi as opposed to Apprentice and Master. That we can save for later." There wasn't much to be said anymore, their dinner was coming to a close, and yet Cephi did not want to have this date with Jacquelyn be done and over with quite so soon. He was on a good streak, getting on her good side, having her pledge herself to him, perhaps even get her to become infatuated in turn. No. It couldn't end yet. And thinking about it, the Sith Lord concentrated the Force once more and brought out two bowls with some Ice Cream doppled into it, setting one in front of each of them. "Might as well enjoy the comforts allowed to us," the Nagai began plainly but his voice began to trail into an elated tone, "That, is a great thing about being Sith. We can give into passion if we so desire to, and no one will fault you for doing so, unless emotionally attached of course. I know of a Sith Master who got married and then his wife walked in on him with a Jedi Knight he was meant to be interrogating. Well, as you can imagine, the Dark Side flocked to her quite easily and she had that relationship forcibly annulled." Cephi barked a laugh and took a bite of his ice cream enjoying the smooth vanilla bean mixed with the tropical fruits of this island. "Tell me," he said with a spark of how to get a good probing question out to his apprentice that would serve purpose in both training and personal, "What are you passionate about Jacquelyn?"

Cephi realized his blunder of not providing drink for his Apprentice and himself, and using the Force selfishly, he pulled a bottle of Kuati Wine to their table along with two glasses, pouring wine into each and setting them neatly in front of each at the dining table. Cephi raised his glass in salute and took a deep breath of the matured wine and took a pleasureable sip before setting the glass down, and allowing himself to sit as tall as he could in his seat. He heard his protege's words and reflected for a moment. She really is presistent isn't she about that healing? he thought musingly before he leaned forward to answer her. "My dear," he began softly but with a tone of voice which meant his words were final and could not be argued, "There is much to learn before we ever get to healing. We are here now, eating together on your request, because you were weak from lack of nourishment, and because I would never deny your company. We are allowed to treat ourselves to good food and good company afterall." Cephi allowed himself a chuckle and took another bite of food, noticing Jacquelyn was out and used the Force to remove her plate and set in place a new one for her. He was kinder in this element, something in him enjoyed this moment with Jacquelyn beyond what he had in the company of others. Strangely he seemed attached and supremely interested in everything about her. A small tinge of guilt filled the Sith's heart and he found himself reaching out in the Force toward his Apprentice's right arm using the Sith magic to mend and make smooth the wonderful skin he scarred in his attempt to mark her his. She would be his if she wanted to be, and she chose to be his student. She chose to gouge the eyeballs out of those civilians a mile away. She chose to serve Cephi. Choice was a great part of being Sith. Destiny is not predeterimined, you can choose your own path in the Sith Order and for him to takje that from her, made him like the Jedi. Within a few moments the mark was removed from her arm, smooth once more, as it was when she first arrived. Cephi looked at his apprentice with a boyish smile gracing his face. "I thank you for coming here. Your presence has helped me in ways I wish to repay by training you to be a proper Sith. I was a fool when you arrived. An animal wih fake restraints who marked you as if you were my property. I forgot what Sith truly are, forcing you to take that mark was a very Jedi move of me, we do not force destiny upon our acolytes, we allow them to choose their path, choose to be warriors or krath or assassins, choose to run our own paths, feel emotion and be proud of it. I almost took that independence from you my dear, and I hope you will forgive me." The Sith fell back into his chair after removing the mark from Jacquelyn looking a bit somber, and downed the rest of his wine but when he looked at Jacquelyn again his spirits lifted somewhat and he consciously then became aware of his infatuation and growing attachment to his pupil. His eyes opened wide, he was lusting for her because of the obvious before, but now, he actually gave a damn about her well being. Overcome by his own emotion toward Jacquelyn, Cephi waited for her to respond to him, not able to make anymore conversation at this time.

Jacquelyn was quite a sight in black leather, completely striking to the eye, yet all the same, with the right demeanor could be downright threatening. The Nagai was fond that his outfit for her was a tight fit, showing off her body while still maintaining the illusion of modesty. A smile flickered upon his face as he saw her within the robes he made infused with his essence within, his will, his power. She would surely feel more empowered by the constant presence of the Force within the garments. That however, was not all, a small side effect the Nagai had not foreseen, given his lack of Krath knowledge, had also been contained in the leather and cortosis underweave. She would be able to feel his presence unlike any other soul in the galaxy, it was a constant connection to him, a beacon of his being, and she could now sense him nearly as if she was inside his body should she unlock the telepathic skill most Sith acquired during their training for Lordship. The Nagai only knew he could feel her in return more than he ever did in the past, and now, her attitude toward him had done quite a reversal, where there was once hatred and dissent, there was now respect and something else the Nagai himself was unfamiliar with. She still did not fully trust him, but the Sith Lord hardly worried about that issue anymore. In the candlelight, the lady's face was illuminated in the flickering firelight, detailing the smooth curves of her cheeks allowing shadow and light to dance as if she was a constantly shifting work of art. The Nagai was bewildered as to how she was so easily graceful in any setting they were in, but alas, she managed. Cephi noticed however, when the flames finally illuminated her eyes, that it was not the reflection of the flames that had given her eyes a bright yellowish color, she had become Sith, her eyes had that wonderful yellow and red that presented itself in true bearers of the Dark Side of the Force. The Sith Lord was pleased she had become one of them, her new way of life now cemented into her very body. The light flicked again and he saw a glistening coming from her lips as she looked in his direction. I didn't think I looked good enough for her to salivate over me, maybe my chances are better than I though, he concluded in his mind before he led the lady over to her chair and sat her down in front of her food, both of them, apparently, looking fantastic. "You look fantastic, I am glad everything fits smoothly," he said pleasingly as he moved over and sat down in his own chair opposite her, looking over at her goddess of a face over the candlelight, "You are surely the most wonderful woman to ever accompany me on a date, thank you for joining me." With a gentlemanly manner quite unusual for the warrior look of the Nagai, he held his fork and knife properly and cut up some of the vegetables, stacking it on top of a slice of Nerf and placing them into his sharp toothed mouth, enjoying the full flavor of everything there, closign his eyes in enjoying the food, and he opened them to look at his glamorous company once more. "How do you like your clothes, and the food I have prepared darling?" he said with again a pleasant tone, awaiting the reply from someone he was starting to become a bit infatuated with.

Without waiting for a response Jacquelyn had stepped off her dais but still in full view of the Nagai and began to change out of what little clothes she had into the light armor that Ceohi had constructed for her. He tried to look away, but it happened so fast he was transfixed at her backside as soon it had nothing covering it at all. After a few moments of enjoying the tease of her, the Sith Lord shook his head to recover his senses and walked forward to go out of the room stopping right beside his Apprentice. "Well," he said looking determinedly forward instead of trying to see what the front of her looked like, "If you want a date with me then I would be delighted to have one with you in return." He turned in front of her and looked Jacquelyn in the eyes instead of darting to the rest of what he was sure would be a great sight to see, "Meet me in the Mess Hall once you are done changing," he said to her in a very pleasant, even excited, voice and turned around without a trace of the lecherous thoughts that were running through the back of his head and marched down the hall, taking a turn so he was out of sight of his Apprentice. Once he was in the room he rearranged it so that only one of the tables were in the center, two chairs and a gungan skull with a candle sticking out of the top of the cranium, of which, Cephi lit. He retrieved some dishes of food nearby, Nerf steaks and local vegetation imported from the south side of the planet, and set it at each of their spots, and stood, waiting for his Apprentice to come to eat.

Cephi walked a step forward so that he was barely two feet from his beautiful apprentice and he raised his hand, understanding her request, but knowing that right now, such a skill was far beyond her to learn. He moved his hand forward and his figners clawed inwards as the Force he commanded soon found itself intertwined with the massive amount of Dark Side energy that had come to surround Jacquelyn. Soon enough the Sith Lord was able to command the Force around her having it seal the wounds that surrounded her bloodied form, commanding the skin and muscle to regrow, he could feel her whole body and feel it come back to the perfection Cephi saw it as upopn first sight of her. "Healing is an advanced skill that will require you to master some other basics of the Force first Jacquelyn" he said paitently to his newly minted Sith Apprentice, "We have quite a bit more to learn before I can cut my arm open and see how well you do before I bleed out" He finished with a bit of a chuckle and then leapt onto his dais, sitting on the edge while looking down at his Apprentice with a smile on his face. "If you are uncomfortable with me being here to change into the clothes I made you or to eat, you are welcome to retire to your quarters to change eat and drink until you are fit to continue with lessons, I will wait here while you do so."

Once he saw Jacquelyn leave toward the village, Cephi settled himself back into the Academy, focusing on his Apprentice in the Force keeping tabs on her progress as she did the mission Cephi tasked her with. The mission would be unpleasant for her, one who was so virtuous, or appeared to be anyhow, and Cephi was concerned for her nubile attitude toward the Dark Side. While keeping his mind on his Apprentice, the Sith Lord made his way to a room filled with linens, leathers and other textiles that were left behind by the Sith Masters who populated this academy before. Grabbing the black leathers he saw cortosis woven cotton and grabbed some of those as well before moving to a nearby table and getting to work. With the Force as his primary tool, Cephi focused his will upon the textiles in front of him, trying to Force his strength, his power, and his presence within the Force into the woven material. At first it would lay upon it, and nothing would happen, it would disappate, as if he were only able to use his telekinetic Force abilities to move around the material, but then Cephi recalled a holocron, and how to imbue his presence in Force crystal's and attempted to do the same again. Taking a small dagger nearby, the Sith Lord pierced his arm and allowed his blood to trickle out, taking a sizeable glob of it and moving it in front of him with the Force. Holding it still, he channeled the Force through the blood, picking up everything that made him, and imbuing it into the fabric and leather before them, filling the pores in the material with his essence. It took him five minutes to just imbue the cortosis woven cotton, and the Sith Lord was already getting exhausted. He was no Krath, this task was not as simple for him as those sorcerors of the Dark Side. Taking a short break, he returned his attention to his apprentice, and stood up right away. He could feel another presence near her, doing things to her that made his teeth grit and his fists clench so hard his fingernails bore into his skin, causing him in his rage to not notice his hand was dripping blood all over the floor. How dare this happen? This was his apprentice, and he would be damned if he would let some derelict lay his hands in an inpure manner upon her. They were not worthy to touch her. Cephi burst from the room, and was speeding as fast as he could out of the Academy, however he was interrupted before he set a foot outside the place. The Dark Side, like a miasmic cloud, fell upon the village, and he could sense it's center, it was Jacquelyn, she was enraged, as she rightfully should be, and the Dark Side flocked to her, it gave her power, and she was falling prey to it. Proud of his Apprentice for accepting the true Force, Cephi turned around and made his way back to the crafting room, and continued on his designs. Fueled by the pride in his student, the Sith Lord worked hard and imbued the leather with his will shortly after arriving there and then stitching it together until it was a perfect fit. He put it onto a nearby mannequin and admired his own handiwork. At least he could create Sith gear should he ever grow bored of cutting people in half or torturing them. He heard soon after his completion of his project, the footsteps and Dark Side immersed Apprentice could be heard echoing through the emtpy corridors. Cephi gathered the created great up, and placed them in a black sack, and walked himself out to their meeting room. On the way he stopped by the Mess Hall, grabbing some of the generated foods and enriched water that was in there, also setting it in the sack. Leaving this room he walked down a few more corridors until he was into their meeting room, and then he saw her, blood adorning her flawless skin, giving her a savage look that made the the Sith Lord lift his brow in appreciation. She had reformed, was born anew, Sith at last. Cephi climbed to her dais instead of his own, his considerable height still making him tower over her even when level. He smiled as he looked her up and down, making a mental note of the image of how she looked in front of him. "This," he said as he scanned her, "this is a wonderful view, you look extravagant, and full of comprehension, as if you finally understand. You have done well, and for that, I reward you." He set the sack down in front of her so she could see the contents by simply looking down, the food and water being at the forefront of it, and beneath it the clothes Cephi had made for her. "I know you hate the things you are wearing now, and as much as I like your mid-drift, the outfit does not make people fear you. And you, as a Lady of the Sith someday, will be able to balance fear, respect and sex appeal from one complete uniform. I am pleased to have been able to create something that will do so even now. It is in the bag, and I did make sure it was made of the best most breathable materials so that even here on Carida, you could wear it without sweating to death." He stood there and awaited his Apprentices response a smile gracing his face as he had a slightly far-fetched premonition of her reaction.