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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. Zendrin

    Corellia

    "I don't care for your views, Jedi. The meer possibility of afterlife in exchange for the strength the Sith hold is not a worth while bargain. Trading power for morality isn't worth my time either. I have no need for the Jedi's hushed ways, instead the knowledge I seek is granted freely." She continued walking aside Mordecai, thinking on his victory and her own. The Jedi that had given up, the arrogant mercenary that refused to tap into his potential. Mordecai had tried teaching her that there are more to the Sith than the power you could wield. Perhaps she had a purpose higher than simply rising through the ranks, both in the Sith military and in strength in the force. Maybe there was more to her destiny than her visions of grandeur. She would meditate on the thought when they reached the shuttle, perhaps seeking clarity, or that higher purpose.
  5. Zendrin

    Corellia

    Like the winds of a storm the Force was turbulent in the air. Kahla could feel the great conflict both physically, and internally. Her master's strength seemed almost wasted in this duel. Was this the power her preached? Picking on lesser foes? Perhaps not. She thought back to her own training, only very recently did she undergo a very similar show. It was hard for her to forget the taste of Korriban's soil. She could feel Mordicai's emotions leveling out as he sheathed his sabers. As the duel had gone on, her own had mellowed out, and for a brief time there was a calm in the combat. Watching the Sith Lord continue to pummel away at the Jedi without mercy, without retort. She nodded to the troopers. "Get him in cuffs and ready for transport." Two of them made their way over, and with shackles placed, the Jedi was under Kahla's custody. She could sense his struggle, the fight he still had in him. The battle still raged on however, though no one in this room would participate. The elegance of the light clashing with the fury of the darkness, victory was not yet secured. Kahla would have the chance to see the outcome of the battle, as she gathered the remaining troops and followed her master proudly. Remaining mostly silent, she knew he could feel her pride both in her victory and his. There was no doubt left in her mind, he would be the one to lead her to the power she yearned for.
  6. Zendrin

    Corellia

    The heft of the glaive was unfamiliar to her, but welcomed; although it was neigh useless in her hands. But the weapon she held would make for excellent proof of her victory. The remaining troops gathered, and with scattering light they navigated the darkened halls. Kahla had been ordered to return to her master, and she would do so with pride. The halls felt eerily silent, not but the clunking of boots could be heard. She thought hard on her weariness, she had wandered the dark and empty halls of a derelict vessel before and felt no fear. As her mind drifted from thought to thought she noticed one thing troubling her most. The enemy she faced, he must have been force sensitive. Then why did he restrain from using such power against her? Limiting himself to patronize her? As if he thought himself so capable, he wouldn't need the aid. Her pride slowly turned to anger, that he might have thought so low of her drove her mad. But she had shown him, shown him she wasn't the whelp he thought. She was strong, and growing stronger. Voices down the hall, the troopers quickly hid their lights. The element of surprise was a glorious weapon. The first of the two voices became more familiar as they approached, their steps were silent as a hunter in the forest. The trooper's commander, Kahla's master, was stood in front of a much younger boy. They seemed to be at some sort of stalemate, and Kahla would watch with utmost anticipation.
  7. Zendrin

    Corellia

    In the break of combat the unmistakable sound of armour hurtling towards the door echoed in the hall. Boots thumping on the steel. Vox grinned, knowing his pack was coming to finish this skirmish. Kahla lifted her chin, smirking. He made a powerful charge towards her, lifting his glaive over his shoulder. She slide her left foot behind her, her weight planted firmly on her right. The heavy footsteps grew louder, any second they'd be all over her. Facing just one had proved a daunting task, but three more? She had to be quick. Their weapons clashed, the impact drowning out the impending fireteam. Pushed back on her supporting foot, Kahla slid her saber forward, Vox's blade near the hilt of her weapon she sliced down and right. The end of her blade pierced his right brow, burning its way to his left cheek. As he recoiled from the pain she slid her blade below what served as his handguard, liberating the weapon from his grasp with a heavy swing. The door hissed open, and the first volley of blaster fire rang out across the room. The hangar walls danced with hues of red and green as Kahla gave to order to return fire. From their advantageous positions, the Troopers started making short work of the Alliance soldiers. When the pack burst through the door, they didn't hesitate to launch grenades at the defending Sith. With the force she hauled the paneling up in front of her, creating a make shift shield of durrasteel. She had to hold it strong as blast after blast served to push back. The engines of their transport boomed just as the barrage halted. With great fury Kahla lept from her cover, only in time to see the shuttle's rear leave the hangar. Only a few, now surrendering Alliance troops remained. Kahla tightened her fist, her rage contorting her thoughts. She cut down the rest of the soldiers without mercy, one after another, slash after slash. The sith troopers came down from their position, one approached her. "We held the hangar, ma'am. Suffering two friendly casualties, three injuries." Her weapon disengaged as she breathed a sigh of relief. "Very good. Get the injured, and myself, medical attention." While she didn't secure the killing blow, she defeated the boarding foe, forcing them into retreat. Finally her pride had been earned. Comm link in hand, she reached out to her master. "My lord, I've successfully driven off an enemy attack. We have minimal casualties, and sustained some injuries. What are your orders?" The medic began tending to her gashes, her robes now soaked in blood. Kahla's spirits were high, glad she had proven her worth.
  8. Zendrin

    Corellia

    His gaze met her own as their weapons clashed. In his eyes, no longer did she see the hatred he expressed previously. Kahla could sense his new calmness towards the battle, as if he'd come to terms with their position. She was infuriated. She had come so close to corrupting him only to fail at the very last moment. The pain she felt in her muscles from straining against his powerful attacks and the onslaught of damage she had taken reverberated in her mind. Their blades screech echoed in the dark as she was shoved back. She gave into the push, following it as he swung his weapon just short of hitting her. She took stance as he reached to his back. She had seen the weapon only briefly, and it would mean business. She made ready to run again, out of the way of the shots that never came. Instead the weapon hurtled towards her. She evaded to the left, the blade of the weapon hitting her right forearm as she raised to defend from the charging beast. She could feel it slice through her muscle, but she had to press on. Her weapon ready, she deflected the short swing, his blade notching into her side. She yelled out not just in pain but in anger. The abuse she was enduring was starting to take its toll. She grimaced as he reared for another thrust, dodging to the left again as he stabbed forward, swinging her saber opposite to further deflect the devastating blow. She couldn't but stare menacingly at the hunter. Her strength dwindling, her emotions storming, she held her saber across her body in defiance. ((4))
  9. Zendrin

    Corellia

    She could sense his anger growing, that he was giving in. She could use this against him, push him over the top. As she contemplated her next moves he threw his firearm at her. Startled, she quickly dodged to the right once more. The twin blades sliced through the flesh of her shoulder. But she didn't have time to worry about the blood now slowly spilling onto her robes. She bolted, sprinting, jumping and sliding as the spikes of his second weapon chased her. His tracking was good, better yet was his lead, as a few bolts glanced her, tugging at the cloth she wore and burning against her skin. She came to a stop with the click of an empty weapon. She turned to face him with her weapon ready, unexpectedly he charged her, swinging at her hips. She held her saber strong, planting her feet into the steel paneling as his weapon impacted hers. Had she not leaned into the sing he would have easily knocked her off balance. He would follow through to a diagonal slash she had to jump back to avoid, Quickly he swung another diagonal swing, but seeing him wind up for it gave Kahla time to prepare to deflect it with her saber. Once again the power of his strike pushed hard against her, this time causing her to stumble. As her footing slipped so did her blade, at fist she didn't notice the burn across her arm, but she felt herself get pushed. She felt his rage rise, he was at his brink. It was time to push him over. She disengaged her lightsaber before pulling another flare. She threw it at the creatures face before slipping back into the darkness. She lurked, quickly making her way around the hangar. "Good, Give in to your hatred. You would make a wonderful sith..." Her voice echoed against the metal walls as she swiftly and quietly darted around the large room. The darkness her shroud, and a weapon she would use to the fullest. "You're fighting for the wrong side, Imagine the power you could wield." She continued stalking in the shadows. When she'd finally positioned herself behind him, she charged, her saber ignited as she lifted high. With pain still coursing through her she twisted her anger into her weapon. With utmost force she brought her blade down. Quickly she brought the hilt back towards her center, and stabbed hard towards him. This final assault she would give everything she had. She knew even if she fell, she would make him fall to the dark side. ((3))
  10. Zendrin

    Corellia

    The hunter moved with surprising finesse, as he rolled back she saw him reach for his blaster. She reached out in the force, pulling the flare back towards the back of her opponent. At that moment she realized the nature of his weapon as the burst of spikes hurtled towards her. There was no way she could block it all, even with the force. She ducked to the right hastily, but not quick enough as she took a glancing hit to her ribs. And as the shock of pain wormed its way through her body, another round embedded itself into her left arm. The burn of the metal charring her flesh aggravated Kahla. His next swing came wide, so she pressed forward ducking below his relatively high swing while stabbing her saber towards his stomach. He reared for his third attack, a stabbing lunge. She felt the burn of the blade hit her right shoulder as she stepped wide to the right. As it pressed she spun, using the momentum to swing her saber across his chest. The burning corded through her veins, she focused on the pain, it would fuel her fury and embolden her connection to the force. ((2))
  11. Zendrin

    Corellia

    The Trandoshan's resistance infuriated her, and to mock her? She wouldn't just defeat him, she would punish him. Her troops remained hidden, and by her lack of order did not fire. She knowingly let them stay their weapons, honouring the nature of this duel. If he sent off his troops to face her alone then he wanted the glory to himself. She would use that, humiliate him for his failure to slay a lone apprentice. The thugs would be no match for her master, nor the other sith lords that awaited them. While she didn't understand what he said in reply, she knew it wasn't in surrender. "So be it." her lips curled from grin to a scowl. She lit a handflare, its bright red smoke pouring into the air as she tossed it towards the shuttle behind the behemoth. With fury she charged, her mind racing as she thought out her battle. He was big, but was he fast? With swiftness she would strike low, towards his knees, using the momentum she flicked her wrist back up towards his chest, his comrades comment serving to enrage her and empower her swing. ((1))
  12. Zendrin

    Corellia

    Stalking in the dark, Kahla watched as the shuttle land clunkily. It hissed as the doors opened, and Alliance troops pored out. While they looked ready for a fight, they weren't going to be worth her time. No, she sensed something else, something stronger. Her emotions stormed in her head, senses screaming at her of a foe worthy to fight. Then stepped down a group of Trandoshans, armed to the teeth, even if their weapons looked barbaric in nature. Bounty hunters? Mercenaries? It didn't matter. Not only did they look like they could handle a Sith, but that they had before and come out victorious. This first fight would be hard, but Kahla focused, grasping her saber's hilt and holding it to her side. She waited as the troops scattered, either taking their position and waiting orders, or making their way into the halls. Of the four hulks that stepped out of the transport there was one to stand out, her senses drawing her towards him. Her blade ignited, sending orange hues cascading against the durasteel panels. Her saber pointed down to the floor beneath her. She spoke with a raspy malice, threatening the Trandoshan directly. "Leave now, or I will teach you to fear mortality."
  13. Zendrin

    Corellia

    She wore a wide grin and did as her master instructed. Focusing hard on the emotions, turbulent as the ride over. "Very good, my lord" she responded before turning to the troops. "You heard him, Secure the hangar, When clear, take firing positions behind cover and on the catwalks. Open fire only when the enemy thinks themselves safe." While her experience in combat was limited, she had faith in her strategy. She could prove herself in this conflict as a reliable commander. But she wouldn't let her aspirations cloud her vision. Daydreaming can be done later. Ahead of her was her first true challenge, and she would meet it with arms wide.
  14. Zendrin

    Corellia

    The air was thick with anxiety and fear, and albeit a silent ride the shuttle was rough. Kahla grasped a handrail, letting the anxiety consume her. Her heart sank and she began to dwell on the thought of failure. Not only the looming threat of death, but should she show mercy to any enemy, surely she would be punished. This would be to the death, and the fear of failure shall fuel her. Starfighters whizzed by, their attention tuned to their own battles. Good hunting she thought to herself, eyeing the Sith fighters. The shuttle began shivering not long after as it touched down. Darkness consumed the vessel with the lights out, but also with the fury and malice of the Sith presence. Yet still she felt the light, blinding in the shade. The impurity dug into her and served only to further her hatred. She would seek out the embers of light contrasting in the foreboding shadows. She would snuff the fires of resistance before they could get a foothold. Adrenaline pumping through her veins waiting for the chance to strike a foe. On this day not only would she earn her position, but she would earn her master's respect.
  15. Zendrin

    Corellia

    Her heart began to race as a grin stretched across her face. Kahla could feel the looming darkness, the power being commanded. Her master's speech roused her, finally she would have the chance to prove herself in combat. The glory of the Sith fleets inspired her almost as much as he had, and with her orders she rose to the challenge. "Right away, my lord." She bowed, taking one last look at the battle ahead before leaving the bridge. In the armouries she retrieved a mounted flashlight for her blaster pistol. A handful of red flares, five would serve just fine. Finally, a comm link that would rest on her belt. Satisfied, she made her way towards the hanger. She breathed deep, forcing herself to remember her hardships, the pain she had endured. She let it swell inside her, prepare her for battle.
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