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  1. Zendrin

    Kuat

    She couldn't keep herself from pacing as her anticipation rose. Typically she was well reserved, but just standing around and waiting for something to happen ate away at her. Kahla focused on that gnawing feeling, she started tapping rapidly on her thigh as her nerves grew. Ambushes had started waring on her, and her impatience was slowly becoming a far worse enemy. Blasterfire echoed distantly in the halls, starfighters screeched by and the unmistakable boom of ship batteries shook the station. But finally, a new sound entered the room, boots lightly thumping against the plating. Her heart raced as she darted her attention to the hall where the shadow entered. In cover well enough that Kahla knew she couldn't do anything from here, not yet. And so she continued waiting, watching diligently. But nothing came, for long enough that she felt safe in revealing herself. She turned to the wall behind her and let her voice bellow and bounce off the walls. "A little lost, Friend?" Her voice like a rolling thunder, neigh omnipresent in the giant space. She turned back, her heart ready to explode out of her chest, her muscles more tense than ever. Do something! Her mind repeated in her head as she continued to wait.
  2. Zendrin

    Kuat

    Her masters words resonated in her very being, Pride, honour, ambition, and utmost respect filled her blood. She grinned wide as her chin lifted, her chest puffed and her heart raced. "And may our victory be swift, my master" As Mordecai left, Kahla paused to look out to rising battle. Her thoughts stewed, she was fixated on two truths. She had vowed never to once step foot on the damnable ring above her home world, lest be trapped there for eternity. But it seemed her fate was sealed, and her presence in this conflict demanded her... personal, intervention. Like a great impenetrable wall she used the emotions instilled in her by Mordecai to keep back her fear of being lost to the drive yards, and her pride would serve an ally, a bridge for her connection to the force. She turned her back to the yards one last time, internally signifying the last brick of her wall, now immovable. Her chin high, Kahla strode to the hanger, where awaiting her she would find her trooper squad, they awaited orders hesitantly. As she approached the Staff Sargent stepped forward from the group of six. "Squad is ready on your order." His voice was plain and uninspired. He was under her command, but did not look up to her. Kahla's head tilted, but she had little time for this conversation. Later she thought to herself before she spoke. "Get aboard, on our arrival at the drive yards, you're to sweep for ambush, then get a strong foothold deeper inside. Our previous ambush worked, but I can't be throwing lives at the enemy like droids." She intentionally left the malice and sternness out of her voice, hopefully she could earn the squads respect, rather than make them submit to her rule. Before them resterd her interceptor, a true symbol of the Sith, and soon the silhouette of her dominance over the battlefield. As she and the troops stepped aboard they could feel the dark atmosphere glooming over them, as if the very air oppressed them. The squad tensed, but Kahla embraced the great weight of the evil dripping form every plate. Slowly she drifted, floated almost to the helm, taking in each step as if she were lifted and pulled by the force. As she sat at the helm, her hands hovering over the console, she felt so at place. She gripped the flight stick, squeezing it, she felt the blackish energy course through her as the engines ignited, and like the rising storm they were off. Great tension was in her muscles as she slowly forced the throttle forward. She opted for the scenic route, to really appreciate her newfound love of flying. She moved the ship with grace and intent, touring her new fleet. That thought, that she had her own fleet of vessels, let alone The Phantom's Spear, her very own Dreadnaught. A prideful thought poured into her heart as she passed the bridge of the Harrower, I, Am, Sith. She'd left Harris in command of her fleet, and with it almost every ounce of her trust rested on his shoulders. Though there was some relief, their maiden voyage, and first combat would be closely overseen by Captain Maran. And if Mordecai trusts him so well, then so could she. Finally, her attention turned to the docks, most specifically a fighter construction yard. It was quiet, relative to the surging battle, and so to there, Kahla pressed. If there was nobody there, then surely a Fury Class interceptor would draw more than enough attention. She placed herself on a pedestal in her mind, A True Sith landing here? Who wouldn't take that bait.. They set down and the ramp burst open and her troops stormed out. Like clockwork they swept the abandoned docks. Hunks of Tie Fighter in various states of completion coated the landing. Up the walls, wings still in production, and hanging from the ceiling, two completed Ties. Kahla was curious, concerned maybe, that the two hadn't launched when the rebels arrived. Defective, maybe. The Staff Sargent gave the all clear, and the squad pushed further into the yards. Kahla strode off, finding her way to the the catwalk at the back of the massive room, overlooking her makeshift hangar. Now, all she had to do was wait for her catch.
  3. Zendrin

    Kuat

    A gross taste filled Kahla's mouth and her mind fogged an eerie dread. Kuat; she was glad to have been away so far, and for so long. Now she starred blankly out to the drive yards that plagued her nightmares, old threats of being sent to work herself to death dockside. She sneered and winced before turning about. My back to the yards, the only way to live she told herself. A priority hail came through her comm as the general alarm blared. "Darth Mavanger needs you on the bridge, ASAP" Kahla retrieved her belt of equipment and made haste down the buzzing halls. Troopers and officers alike scurried to their posts, and with a grin she carved her way through the center of the bustling men and women like a knife parting bread. Those she passed on her way had the same look of regularity; they were used to the fighting, sure, but they had the look as if they'd been here before She reached the bridge, wordlessly approaching her master. The warship's screen were alight with Rebel signatures and her expression was of complete lack of surprise. Kuat was one of the biggest targets in the galaxy, there was no wonder why it was so contested. She waited patiently for her orders. ___________________________________________________________________ Destroyer Group [Rail guns]: Phantom's Spear Assigned PC: Kahla Zendrin Task Force Experience: Green (1XP) Harrower-class Dreadnaught Phantom's Spear 25/25 Mobile Disruption Escort: The Net of Hate Assigned PC: Kahla Zendrin Task Force Experience: Green (1XP) Crusader Class Corvette 2/1 Crusader Class Corvette 2/1 Crusader Class Corvette 2/1 Raider II 2/1 Raider II 2/1 Raider II 2/1 Vigil Class Corvette 2/1 Vigil Class Corvette 2/1 Vigil Class Corvette 2/1 Vigil Class Corvette 2/1 Vigil Class Corvette 2/1 Vigil Class Corvette 2/1 Precision Strike Carrier Group: Wings of Glory Assigned PC: Kahla Zendrin Task Force Experience: Green (1XP) Gladiator Star Destroyer Devout Cardinal 9/9 Terminous Class Frigate: Trident of Raxus 3/3 Terminous Class Frigate: Galvanized Spirit 3/3 Terminous Class Frigate: Crimson Crescent 3/3
  4. With her communicator buzzing Kahla stepped out of the room only just as the Hutt slimed his way in. A wave of relief fell over her, she couldn't stand the stench for even a moment, let alone occupy the same room. Quite the cast she thought to herself as she wandered down the hall. Quite the cast indeed. Mordecai had massed numerous force users, now a Hutt as well? Perhaps he controlled a portion of the outer rim, allying themselves with him would definitely hasten their campaign. Kahla was impressed with her master, and leaned into the drive to learn. The buzzing became to obnoxious to bare, and she held her communicator fast. "What is it?" She snapped. The voice on the other end was thick with rasp, and each word sounded laboured. "Madam Zendrin, I apologize if I'm interrupting." Kahla calmed, on the line was a scrapper, an old friend of hers from the academy. Harris didn't graduate, and in great debt he wound up in the depths of Raxus. "Sorry, I'm just, a little on edge. How comes the search?" Her voice was softer, more sincere. It's unfortunate he never grasped the academics, as he was a very charismatic young man. But looks aren't worth the passing grade. "Well," He started "We found the model you're looking for, but she's seen better days. We can haul what's left of 'er up, won't fly on 'er own though." "That's perfectly fine, Harris, Have it brought to the hangar, along with everything else you found." "Good as done, ma'am." "Thank you.. And, Take care of yourself." Her voice got quiet, sure by now her master knew what she was up to; but she didn't want it to be known she had personal ties. "Don't you go all soppy on me; I'll be comin' up myself so you don't wanna look soft." She let the communicator into her pocket and made her way to the hanger. There was a guilt in her soul, tearing at her from inside. She wished there was something she could do, get him out of the wretched place. Even if he was brought on board as a ship hand, maybe the engine room, or just mechanic. Deep down she knew it wouldn't be enough; the pay, the work; pulling him away from his friends and workforce. And if he were killed aboard one of their ships? Sure, the scrapyard could kill him any day, but to know it was her fault for bringing him aboard? She couldn't bare that blame. She made it to the hanger just in time to see the Tug land. There before her stood the majority of a Fury Class interceptor, Another Sith relic from a bygone age. Her heart raced with excitement, she could almost feel the withered soul of the ship. Harris stepped down from the Beaten Barge. "I'd tell you it's good to see you, but you look worse than that wreck." Kahla grinned, pulling her hood down. He choked out a heavy laugh. "I'm still standing! Ought to count for something I'd say!" She held her chit out for the transfer. It was far from cheap, but an artifact like this was well worth it. "So what's next for the great scrapper of Raxus?" Kahla embellished. "Oh, tomorrow I'm pulling a Lucrehulk out and starting a brand new empire of my own!" The sarcasm dripped from his words and Kahla shook her head. "Isn't there something better you could do? Get off this blasted planet?" Harris smiled wide "What else is there to do? Ain't nothin' takin' a used up old scrapper." Kahla's face turned stern and calculated. The words that poured from her mouth she had no control over, she couldn't stop now. "I'll need a mechanic, and very soon, I'll need a captain. I'll make sure your debt is settled; one way or another." As he listened a fearful complexion found its way to his face. The way she spoke was like a demand more than a suggestion, not an offer but an order. "I-" "Don't care." Kahla interrupted, her words became like venom "Serve aboard my vessel, if Darth Mavanger has anything to say about it he can go through me. The silent pause echoed, deafening them to the roaring engines of the Beaten Barge. "Alright" He spoke, his voice quaking. "Then I will be at your command, Madam." Kahla lifted her chin and waved away the tug. "Good, If you woulddn't mind, I'm not familiar with the workings of this interceptor." She placed a hand on his shoulder and locked her gaze to his. "Welcome aboard."
  5. Her quarters were empty of personal items, save for the glaive she'd mounted to the wall. Useless to her, but a pleasant reminder of her victory over Correlia. She had spent quite a bit of time here, studying a holocron she was granted from her master; although it had taken some convincing for him to let her see it, let alone study it. When she wasn't in her room studying and meditating she would make her way to a training room, where she'd put her studies to the test. She was teaching herself more in the ways of combat than before, learning to bend the force, use it to bolster her strikes, and to be the foundation of her defense. Mordecai would seldom come to visit Kahla, often very briefly to teach her on his philosophy. In her meditation she learned to think it a blessing, that perhaps after their spar, even though she'd lost, she had proven her skill in combat enough for him to trust her to train on her own. Thus his philosophy was welcomed, a chance to slow down for a while seriously consider her purpose. Kahla's recovery was much shorter than the others, she had spent maybe a week in the med bay, a broken nose and two ribs, the latter a reminder of how outmatched she was in her duel against Mordecai. The next couple weeks she was on light duties, finding more often than not she was bored mindless in her wait to fully recover. She had started to feel forgotten in those weeks, her master focusing all his time on the fleet he was digging from their grave. Alone she would sit in her room, Tidy and lifeless. All of her lessons shown to her on a screen. You'll make for a great Imperial officer one day they'd tell her. You won't learn from going out to Play! they'd yell. She was raised on the ideal of perfection, that there was only one path to success, that she wouldn't be as meaningful as the street rats below them if she tried going her own way. She resented their teaching, resented the academy, but pushed on thinking there was no other way. The rush came over her again, the liberating freedom she felt crashing like a tidal wave when she addressed the crew of the corvette. Finally her path could be her own, be damned whoever stood in her way now. She sat, unstartled by the communicator on her bedside. "Kahla, your time to sulk is over. Meet Lady Sirena and myself in the medical facility." She let out a long sigh and gathered her equipment. The door slid open and immediately she was met with the chemical smell of the room. She winced slightly before stepping in, the apprentices adorning blindfolds; perhaps they lacked the discipline to simply keep their eyes shut. But that surprise paled in comparison to the new face. She quickly read his body language, stoic and quiet, his purpose clear, standing as if to say he belonged there. She didn't want to make assumptions, instead keeping her conclusion to herself. She bowed her head in a long nod.
  6. Zendrin

    Korriban

    Kahla heard the boots of her master leave the room as she hazily woke. She stayed unmoving, the blood from her nose had dried, her body aching. The thought of failure loomed over her, but she opted not to give in. Progress will be seasoned with the taste of defeat, and through mistakes I will be forged into a stronger Sith. she thought to herself. She had proven her progress, she was indeed stronger now, as not every swing she took had landed her on the ground. She was learning, and she took solace in that fact. Though, perhaps she'd overestimated herself, maybe even underestimated Mordecai, if only a little. A mistake she would correct for her next encounter. She mustered what little strength she could find in her burning muscles, pushing herself to sit up as the medics came into the room. "I'm fine." Her words shook softly from her voice. Her head ached, and she felt the unmistakable pain of a broken rib as she tried to stand. "You won't get far in that condition, and we're under orders to take you to the med-bay." Defeat in her eyes, Kahla subsided, allowing them to help her onto a stretcher. She knew the lecture she'd receive; 'Were I the enemy, you'd be dead.' His voice echoed in her thoughts, am I even worth waiting for? Would he be there to see me arrive safely? And if he did, would he only be there to rub in my failure? With her mind still pounding she allowed herself to drift into a deep sleep.
  7. Zendrin

    Korriban

    Kahla's grin faded as she realized her taunting bore no fruit. But she let the thought fade, as her master begun preaching once more. She let her anger grow as he continued. Then, he had the audacity to halt their combat, to stop her from proving her worth while he lurked and answered his communicator. Her rage begun to flare as he calmed. Once again the anticipation built and she prepared herself. He surged towards her, his blade outstretched. Kahla slammed her right foot into the ground, pouncing to the left in a dash aided by the force. Her blade connected with his, slashing it away as she moved. Mordecai's charge continued as a powerful slash approached her abdomen and Kahla quickly held her guard, pushing in towards the Darth. Her anger fueled the block, she pushed back with previously untapped strength. Unfortunately not enough, through the shrieking of the blades connection the distinct sound of her equipment hitting the floor at their feet. But she had more pressing issues, namely the intense burning in her hip. She shrieked in pain and hastily jumped to the side. Her flesh seared and her muscles twitched. She tried feeding off the pain, molding it, but in her focus she failed to notice soon enough the boot barreling towards her. She flicked her head back, but Mordecai's foot still made contact. Kahla's head twisted, her body turned in the momentum and she hit the durrasteel ground like a sack of vegetables. She cried out more in anger this time than pain as she hauled herself off the ground, blood spilling from her nose. Her complexion contorted as her hatred overtook her. Kahla charged with great ferocity. She wound her saber up over her shoulder, but just as she reached Mordecai, circled it around to her other side, she twisted her body, her wide horizontal swing accelerated towards his chest. She carried the swing into a spin, by now the blade had met the far side of herself, but had still dragged towards her lord's head. Kahla leapt back and stabbed once more towards his heart as she lunged forward, the force ever present, manipulated for her desire. ((3))
  8. Zendrin

    Korriban

    She felt his foot snag hers and pull her aside. She leant into the tug, her weight on her other foot, she leapt off into a roll. As Mordecai was hot on her heels, it didn't take her out of harms way. She held her saber up, still on a knee as his first swing clashed against her blade. Showered in sparks, she only barely saw the radiant blue tint of the second blade come down on her. She spun her saber, pushing away Mordecai's first, only just in time for her to lean opposite his swing. The glance of the saber burned through her cloak once more, and she could feel the heat of the plasma as it passed; but he'd not snagged flesh just yet. She pounced off from her knelt position, back upright. As instructed, her annoyance would fuel her, and perhaps she would seek a means to annoy him in the process. She charged low with an empowered thrust, she'd aimed for the buckle of his belt. She channeled the force through her legs and out like a coiled spring, mockingly remarking "Thank you, Darth Mavenger the Obvious, for teaching me that losing is bad!" ((2))
  9. Zendrin

    Korriban

    Kahla stood ready as Mordecai paced, the hue of his sabers held in contradiction to his dark nature. She could feel the flow of the force around her, there was much intrigue, she could feel it. She waited in anticipation, letting her heart race, adrenaline pump, her body readied on command. She felt the shift in the force before she saw him dash with unbridled speed. She twisted her torso and leaned back, hardly out of reach of the first thrust, and as his second blade swung up she twisted her lower body to match. Her trailing robe singed as fabric was cut away. With a strong two handed grip and aid from both her spin and the force, she dragged her blade heavily towards him in a swing from one side to the other. Her aim true towards his shoulders. She couldn't hold the sigh as he spoke, otherwise she remained quiet. After all, she did come to learn. ((1))
  10. Zendrin

    Korriban

    Kahla listened diligently as her master made his corrections, and while his voice was stern, she let his words resonate, she would learn, even if through trial and error. It would be the balancing act of politics that would be most troubling for her, she knew that. Similar to wielding the force, too far to once side will have you fall. Mordecai started speaking again, his pause allowing Kahla to have her thoughts. As she reflected, she could almost see herself in the girls position; full of rage, waiting for an excuse to release it in savage combat. Kahla had learned better, thankfully, that giving in to such emotion, while a powerful ally, could very easily be her downfall. She would have to meditate on it later, as Mordecai continued. She started to understand more of the argument over the slave, as it was less about the slave in particular, but more a pawn to use as a point of contention. He concluded with defining the position of the Sith. Kahla's had thought because of her position as a lower ranking Sith, she didn't hold as high a military position either. Mordecai had cleared that mistake for her. She would carry the knowledge that any disrespect from a subordinate would result in punishment from now on. "Come with me. We will spar, and I will assess your progress." "Of course, my lord." Kahla bowed her head, following her master to a sparing room. She drew her saber, holding ready she opened her mind for teaching, and strengthened her stance for proving. ((Duel Request VS Mordecai))
  11. Zendrin

    Korriban

    She watched quietly as the other Sith, and the crew departed. They were alone, and Kahla calmed. "Lady Sirena seems like fun, not quite care-free, but she does err on the side of playfulness." She remarked. "Her apprentice, Roshan..." She paused, considering her words carefully. "He's got spirit, or at least he did. Though he did cave quite quickly. As for the girl? A fiery temper to be sure, but obedient enough thankfully not to lash out to harshly." Looking back and reflecting on the experience, Kahla found her stance on the interaction, and began speaking as though on level ground. "Given your position, and the arguments risen, it's hard to say. Specifically when he brought up the treatment of your slave, that was smart move on his part. However, you handled that wisely. I would agree; a slave is not a person, but a possession. It is none of his concern how you treat your personal possessions, whether it be a trophy to be hung with pride, an artifact to be kept safe, or a common object, placed wherever without care." Kahla spoke without fear in her voice, as she was speaking less to her master, and more to a man she respected; in her mind she told herself they were equals, regardless of title or experience, "You are very well spoken, and you use your voice well, though personally, I prefer to stay reserved. Specifically when speaking to subordinate, I'd let them finish their thought, consider their point. If I agree, then I would build on that conversation, perhaps learn from their experience, or at the least, learn more about them as a person. If I disagree, I would reflect on what they had to say, and though I'd like to think myself very capable, I do understand that I can't be the only one thinking all the time; input is helpful, regardless of stance."
  12. Zendrin

    Korriban

    Kahla wore a wide grin hearing to the back and forth of the Sith. She had stayed, lurking, listening from the side. Instead of trying to take part she opted to learn, she knew her master was well versed in negotiation, he could talk, and talk well. Though the fight she'd witnessed firsthand wasn't necessarily the best example, she also knew Mordecai was a very capable swordsman. Her heart throbbed with anticipation as Roshan pushed her masters buttons. He too was learning more of the Darth, just doing it his own way. This battle of wits and positioning taught her much, from knowing your enemy to keeping yourself in reserve; to push the opponent over the edge while not letting yourself succumb to the same. It was thrilling to be sure, the tension, the excitement, Kahla absorbed herself in it, reveled in it. She remained silent as she stepped away from Mordecai. While she fully expected him not take a strike, she would be ready for one. And from the sideline, she awaited eagerly.
  13. Zendrin

    Corellia

    As she reached the hangar, her heart sank. It was neigh empty, naught but the shuttle she came in on and the bodies she'd left in her wake. With no sign of another ship, she knew the Jedi had made his escape. Mordecai wasn't far behind her, and she could feel the flurry of emotions he himself was dealing with. The lack of reprimand came as a surprise, but Kahla wouldn't let it go to her head. "You have a plan then? I'm eager to hear." She made her way to the shuttle, studying the weapon she had taken from her fight. This is what she was meant for; not just to slay countless in combat, but to pick out individuals of strength. If she couldn't kill them, or force them into retreat, at the very least she would delay them on their path. She could be a devastating force, and happily she would follow her master into battle.
  14. Zendrin

    Corellia

    With a nod she was off, her troopers followed on her heels. Kahla's heart pumped and the rush she felt fueled her push. Her heart felt heavy, skipping a beat as she hauled on the blast doors through the force. Taking all her might to open them enough for her soldiers to pour in before her. She stepped through to the hall marching troopers had filled, no sign of the Jedi. "We have an escaped Jedi, he came this way. Any sign of him?!" She demanded. "No ma'am, not here." Her anger brewed deep inside her. "He'll be going back to his allies, Take your group that way. Squad with me, we're securing exits." her tone was rock steady, and her words sounded almost practiced. The garrison turned and took off towards their dark lord. Kahla took her group, heading back towards Mordecai. As they passed him, she quickly remarked. "He's out of our reach, but only for now. A garrison is headed towards his allies, and we're securing the hangar." With that she was off, her and her troop holding a steady run towards the hangar. This day would not make another failure.
  15. Zendrin

    Corellia

    The Jedi was smart, his silver tongue kept Kahla on her toes. "Then who decides what can and can't be studied?" She allowed the boy to continue. As he spoke about the impact of the Sith like a fuel, an affront to nature she hesitated. "And similarly to that inefficient fuel, the dark side is in abundance, it is better, and damned the cost of the natural world. Again, morality can't beat results." For a moment Kahla pushed her feelings aside in favour of her steely calculations. She had the fullest intent to learn from her master. Not just on the power she could wield but the philosophy. Her mind wandered however, remembering what happened to not just herself, but her crew. The things they'd been through together, their eventual triumph, the feeling of success that washed over herself and her closest allies; her friends. Her mind began to torment her, torture her with the memory of their faces, first in celebration, then in fury, fear, and finally in death. The things they did to each other, torn down to their baser instincts, fighting for nothing more than survival, self preservation. She remembered enjoying the feeling of the saber cutting them down, the look in their eyes as she mercilessly struck them down, one after another. What could he be thinking right now? The things she's put him through, moreover the things that he must be enduring. She couldn't just double back on her word now; but maybe she could make things slightly more barrable. In her distraction she failed to notice the Jedi's saber being summoned to his hand. Kahla was pushed against the plated hall, grasping for understanding of what happened. When her mind caught up to her the boy was bolting for the door. For a brief moment she locked eyes with Mordecai before drawing her blaster pistol and unleashing a flurry of bolts in his direction, one of which catching the blast door release ahead of him.
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