Naboo

[Aero]

((Ayrian... not a master... just a Sith Lord... lol)

 

Aero blinked and allowed the thought process to continue. Yes, he was right. If the Force willed it, then that was what was to take place.

 

She read this thoughts. Yes, he had a vision. This Aryian could help her piece this mystery together. But a Sith and a Jedi working together? She would not make herself the least bit vunerable. If she met him, it would be on her turf.

 

"Aryian. Come to my manor. You have not landed far from here. I will send my Twi'lek to bring you here. You harm her at all, and it will be your blood that I spill...." Turning back into the enclosed balcony, she swept through it, into the house and down the hall. Swiftly moving down the stairs, she called to Aashi. Alyssa explained to the Twi'lek where the Jedi was and sent with her two battle droids.

 

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Aashi and the droids had quickly arrived at the ship in a land speeder. Stepping out with the droids armed behind her, she stood tall and waited for the male to come out.

[Ary the Grey]

((This plot can't continue...I'll end it soon. It conflicts with another one someone else I intended to ask is trying to start.))

 

Aryian saw the speeder, and left his vessel, noting the two battle droids that guarded the Twi'leik. It was almost ironic, as Aryian had just come from Ryloth. The Battle droids pointed their weapons at him, their programming to give no quarter, but Aryian simply smiled and gestured to his ship, rapidly commanding it through his implant.

 

In less than ten seconds the ship had leapt off the ground in a controlled repulsor blast, showering the area with dirt (except for Aryian, the Twi'leik, and the battle droids, which were protected by a large force shield the Jedi master had summoned), and was bringing its heavy laser cannons to bear on the droids. In nearly half the time it took the ship to perform the stunt, the droids had lowered their weapons, convinced that aggression could result in a failed mission, which was to escort the Jedi and keep the Twi'leik safe.

 

Aryian walked forwards, dropping the force shield and commanding the ship to power down the weapons systems as he did so, effectively turning the entire encounter neutral. Special Operations training was just so damn useful in that regard. He approached the Twi'leik, giving a universal gesture of greetings.

 

"I am Jedi Master-"

 

"Aryian. Yes, please come with us. I am Ahashi, servant of Alyssa."

 

Aryian stopped talking as she calmly but not rudely let him know that she did know what was going on. He boarded the land speeder with her and the two droids, his ship skimming alongside them running wing as they sped along, the AI on it dodging and weaving as they encountered various obstacles. In a few minutes, they had arrived, and Aryian walked out of the speeder onto an extravagant parapet.

 

"I will summon Master Alyssa, she will be with you shortly."

 

"It's allright."

 

Ahashi stopped, turning to oddly look at Aryian, questioning why he would break dilomatic protocol like that.

 

"She already knows I'm here."

 

Aryian looked into the house, through the house, right at the woman, who was looking right back at him. This would indeed be an interesting encounter.

[Kal]

Kal exited above Naboo. Somthing however was differnt. He could see alterations in the city of Theed. Somthing was not right. Kal landed his small falling apary vessle on the outskirts of Theed. Kal exited the ship and walked around the place he once called home. He entered and saw that dust had coated the place thick. He walked every room being. reminded of his family and the live he once lived all so long ago.

 

Kal exited the home and made his way to the underground facilty he made here long ago. Inside the layer of dust was no where as thick. Everything was in pefect condition other wise. His three droids followed behind. He walked up the docking chamber and ordered all three in for over huals. As the droids linked up a voice came over.

 

So Kal, you come home and you bring three new trash cans with you and espcailly after the Empire has ripped this place apart.

 

"Wait a mintue what. What do you mean ripped apart. I noticed some new buildings from space and on my descent, but nothing out of the ordianary considering. Explain yourself Kara."

 

A sith or somthing and started a huge storm with force energy. He then loaded up the whole city and began re-education. The planet was remade in less than day.

 

Kal did not know what to say that. He asked a few questions and continued his over haul.

 

"Ok Kara answer me this. So the empire has taken over. The city was rebulit after a sith of some kind came and basically destoryed half of it. The black market is all gone meaning my bounties here are cleared. Yet I am still screwed."

 

Pretty much boss. Every thing you said is right. They are however building a device that will move our planet closer to other imperal planets making us part of a blockcade of sorts. That is bad news for us. At the mintue the jedi are in splitsvile and the alliance is as well. I think you need to take action and help re-awaken this place. Be it though gungan or human aid.

 

"Have you lost your mainframe Kara. I can't do it alone. I may be the "Stand Alone", but this is far beyond my abbilities."

 

I have watched the net. You can always contanct the Link and ask for their...

 

"NO! I can not ask for their help, not now. I had messed things up to badly to ask for their help. Plus that I don't think they would."

 

Listen Kal their is no one else you can turn to at this time. Maybe they can at least send some one who could help. What do you have to lose.

 

"Ok Kara. Send the casion a COM. I will ask."

[Dagon]

::An encrypted comm arrives at Naboo informing the clone security teams to be on high alert. Civilian clones are instructed on what to do in case of an invasion and shelters are prepared.::

[Ary the Grey]

The force surged into Aryian's mind as he snapped his gaze away from the woman in the house.

 

So close, and yet so far away...

 

The force had once again beckoned him, his senses could not be mistaken this time.

 

"Tell the Lady Alyssa that other business has unexpectedly shown up...give her this. Instruct her to keep it hidden, from her own Order if need be. I trust her."

 

Aryian handed the box to the Twi'leik, and backflipped neatly into his ship's entrance, it blasting off into the atmosphere as he walked inside towrds the cockpit. In moments, he was out of the Naboo system and racing through hyperspace back towards the origin of his thoughts.

[Aero]

Aashi handed the Sith Lord the box. Nodding to the Twi'lek servant, Alyssa disappeared down the hall into a locked room. It was like a well equipped library. Waving her hand across her body, books and other objects started to move and switch places in the shelves. Once they had settled back in their designated places, a hidden door was revealed. Entering it, she moved quickly down the spiral stairs. At the landing, she punched in a code and the sealed door open.

 

She moved through it as it looked behind her. There was only one place to keep this. Opening a large vault, she placed the box in it. Only she knew how to get in here. There was no way for anyone else to even get in to the first door without knowing the proper patterns. She sealed the vault and looked around the large room. There was an escape tunnel that led in the caverns and catacombs under the lake. Her father had built this house with great care....

 

Alyssa moved quickly back up to the library and set the objects back in order. Aashi met her Mistress and both the females went into the plant lab. Alyssa was quiet as the two worked with the plants. There was something about that Jedi. She couldn't pinpoint what is was.... It frusterated her greatly.

[Bad karma]

An Imperial medical transport enters real space over the Jewel of a planet known as Naboo. The pilot and co-pilot were in no hurry since they did not pick up an Alliance ships in the vicinity. Half an hour passed as the worked on the ships system, waiting on a response to their request to land. When the reply finally arrived they angled the ship towards the planets surface. With only minor turbulence to disrupt them on the way down everything went smoothly.

 

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Dominiques eyes fluttered open, the thick, yet soothing fluid burning her eyes as it tried to flood in. She could barely remember her fight with the Mandolorin, but that did not matter at the moment. The nerves on the right side of her body were practicly dead. It was as if someone had sliced her clean in two and left her for dead. Utilizing what little control over her body that she had, she turned her head and looked at herself in the liquid. The sight that met her eyes was horrificly shocking, causing her to pass out again...

 

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A gently breeze moved through the open windows, waking the sleeping girl in the bed. Everything was surrounded in a thick fog as she looked to and fro. The sky outside was full of clouds, rain would soon follow them. Pulling the thin, silk sheet around her petite body she moved to the open window, placing her right hand against the frame as she starred into the sky. Her mouth was slightly agape, her face held a sorrow that was deeply intertwined with her very soul.

 

As the cloud cover gracefully crossed the sky, an opening was made for the briefest of times. It allowed the light of the moon to pierce through and shine down upon the female's form. It lit the entirety of the room, but the woman turned away from the light and slipped into the shadows. She couldn't stand it, she had made so many wrong choices throughout her life...She was un-deserving of the simple pleasures in life, such as being able to gaze upon the night sky...Being held in the powerful arms of the one she longed for.

 

Life, fate, all of it had conspired against her and now...this, her very existence was punishment for the atrocities she had committed. But then, it was too late to turn back now. The only thing she could do was continue deeper into the path she had already began, the path that she had started the day she was born...Perhaps, just perhaps things would take a turn and make an improvement. Once she was done with the other girl, she would seek out Exodus...Seek out more training. She was not a servant to the force, it would bow before her and be the greatest tool in her arsenal, the greatest utensil to improve her life.

 

The young woman let the sheet fall, her skin as silky smooth as the sheet itself. She moved across the room, her skin lit ablaze by the moons ever watchful eye. Her body was stiff, but still movable. She would not be able to return to the battle, but she was pleased that she had at the very least taken out Fett. The refreshing flow of warm water from the refresher carried her away from this existence..

[Malyss]

She'd paced around constantly, wearing her impatience as if it were a heavy set suit of armor pressing upon every inch of her body. Finally she left the building completely, strolled in stern silence.

 

Malyss wondered if Darth Hel would somehow hold her partially responsible for what the bounty hunter had done. SHe had been ordered to follow Hell. However, she didn't follow immediately. Perhaps is she had, Hel wouldn't have sustained such horrible injury.

 

After a good long walk, Malyss returned and was shown to the room in which her master was recovering. She carefully approached the door. If Hel was angry with Malyss for her previous lack of action... so be it. She'd step up and accept punishment.

 

However, a part of Malyss hoped that wouldn't be the case. An alien part of her hoped that Hel was okay. Hoped that perhaps the Sith Lord might even welcome her returning presence.

 

There was only one way to find out. Malyss stood a bit straighter, more assuredly and stepped into the room. She knew Hel would sense her presence and waited for the woman to address her.

[Bad karma]

A light yawn escaped the young Sith's lush, yet pale lips. She let the Dark side roll away from her sensing her surroundings to pick out Malyss. The girl had obviously gotten her away from Kamino, but she wasn't sure where they had gotten away too. The place boar a strange familiarity, yet it was still foreign to her. Her apprentice was not far away, in fact she was just outside of Dominique's bed room door it would seem. Letting out a small sigh, she shut off the shower and moved to dry herself off.

 

Glancing around the bathroom, Dominique realized she did not have any clothes in this place. She had woken up in the flesh, all she had was the towel she had dried herself off with. Never one to suffer from shame at her shapely body, the young female simply wrapped the towel around her lower half and moved into the room to speak with her apprentice. She looked perfectly fine now, they had even seemingly been able to repair her eye, which had been by far the most damaged.

 

"Evening. A thank you is in order for getting me out of there as timely as you did. So, Thank you. You seem to be fine so I will assume you made it out with little to no trouble. Do me a favor? I need some clothes."

 

Turning away from Malyss, so that her bare back showed to the woman, Dominique moved to the window. Expecting the other to bring her some clothes, or if she had anything to say to speak up and let her know. Once more the Sith was captivated by the night sky, but this time..The storm had arrived, sheets of rain pouring down upon the cool Naboo night.

[Malyss]

Malyss's face did not betray the slight pleasure she'd felt at seeing Hel up and moving about, and at being thanked by the Sith before her.

 

"Thanks is not nessesary." she said in a low voice. "I only did for my master what any good apprentice would do."

 

Malyss then left the room. She returned a short time later with a warm cream colored robe. The only thing she could scrounge up at such short notice. She approached Hel and draped the robe over her shoulders.

 

"It is good to see you've recovered so quickly. I feared that you might have been damaged beyond repair." Malyss said as she backed away from Hel. She gave the woman some space.

[Bad karma]

"Yes, well. Not all Apprentices are good. Not all are deserving, in fact the only thing the vast majority deserves is death."

 

Dominique pulled the robe from her shoulder and slipped it over her head, pulling the towel free once the cream colored cloth covered most of her body. The young female cracked her neck, still starring off outside. So far Malyss had impressed her considerably. Starting with her aptitude for the force and continuing with her saving Darth Hel, despite any bitter emotion that might have been pent up inside of her. Turning to face her apprentice, she folded her hands behind her back and began to speak.

 

"As a Sith you will Never be beyond repair. If things get to bad, say a limb is removed..Perhaps an organ ripped free, all you have to do is seek out a Sorcerer. They will have the item in question fixed up and replaced. Myself? My eye and right arm are not completely organic anymore, yet they look perfectly fine."

 

Dominique walked forward slowly, the sound of bare flesh slapping against the cold floor echoed through the room. Her sky blue eyes scanned over Malyss as she walked in a circle around the woman. She paused in front of her and looked down the length of her body then back up before continuing. The next pause came about when she was just behind Malyss, her head leaning over her shoulder slightly as she took in a whiff of the air about the lady.

 

"Do you smell that? Such a strong Dark taint about you, yet...You show weakness like it is nothing. How can this be?"

[Malyss]

Malyss, as solomn as ever, took in her masters words and set them fast in her memory. It was good to know that a Sith was never beyond repair. She wondered a moment about sorcerery. Something she'd have to learn more of in the future.

 

As Hel neared and circled Malyss, her body tensed. She despised anyone being so close to her. She especially loathed someone eyeing her in such a thorough manner. She grit her teeth and endured the small torment.

 

When Darth Hel leaned over her shoulder, Malyss felt the hairs on the back of her neck bristle. She felt as if a rancor were breathing down the back of her neck.

 

"I smell nothing." She admitted through grit teeth. "I'm sorry master. I do not know what it is you are speaking of."

 

By now, Malyss's fists were clenched as she strove to stay calm.

[Bad karma]

Dominique cocked her head to the side, feinting a smile despite the fact that Malyss could not see her face. The air around the other swelled with an unease at their physical proximity. Letting out a sigh the young Sith pulled back a bit and walked around so that she was in front of her apprentice. Once again she looked her over, a curious questioningly look upon her face, as if she had an earth shattering question on the tip of her tongue, but refused to ask it.

 

"How do you not smell that? That..that Fear. That...Unease and loathing. How do you not smell the emotions placed out for everyone to see, to feel, to sense..."

 

Dominique raised her hand towards Malyss slowly. the back of her hand facing the lady's face. At first glance it might have seemed she was going to back hand the female, this made apparent not only by the position of her hand, but also by the fact that Malyss's body was tensing up. It was good that she was holding onto her emotion thus far, but she would have to learn to use it at the same time it was under her control. Only then would she begin to control the living force around them.

 

The back of Dominique's hand grazed over Malyss's face, the sole purpose to get a rise out of her. To see how far she could push the other before she lost control. Her hand drug down the length of her jaw bone until he fingers at long last pulled free of her face. For the time it would seem that Malyss's Master had had her fun and was done, though how long that would last was not apparent.

 

"Do not Misunderstand me, Malyss. You can not deny your emotions, You can not deny any emotions...Not even such base ones as fear. They are only natural. Though, your mistake...your weakness was in letting them become obvious to someone that could so easily use them against you. You should be the only one to use your emotions, abuse them, hide them, whatever you please. They are your source of power and if you are not Careful, the source of your down fall. Am I clear? Do you have any questions?"

[Malyss]

Fully expecting to be the recipient of a backhand from Hel, Malyss stood firm and waited for it to be over and done with. She was used to being treated in such an uncivil manner. Hell, she even derived a bit of pleasure from pain on occasion. So, as sturdy as a pillar, Maylss awaited, even wanted the pain to come.

 

It didn't come. What her master did was far more demeaning and enraging. The feel of Hel's hand grazing along her jaw was maddening. Wrath, as white and as hot as molton metal, rampaged through Malyss's veins. Her muscles trembled with vehement ire as she glared straight into Hel's cold blue eyes. When finally the chill fingers slid from her face, Malyss calmed. But only a shade or two. Had anyone else touched her in such a manner they'd have shortly thereafter found themselves minus a hand...at the very least.

 

It was a mighty task to keep control over her emotions as Hel spoke of weaponizing them. If what the Sith said was true, Malyss imagined that she had a wealth of potential power just waiting to be tapped and put to 'good' use. Her emotions were powerful. To tame and master them would be a formidable undertaking. Hel was right. The emotions were there for utilization. If Malyss wasn't mindful, someone else would take advantage of her irate temperament and turn it against her.

 

"Quite clear."

 

Malyss, still fuming, reigned in as much of her fear and loathing as she could. They were slippery emotions to handle, ocassionally oozing free of her manic grip.

 

"But one query, master." she said in a low, dull tone. "Is total emotional domination possible? And if so... could such ultimate control make one invincible?"

[Bad karma]

Dominique stepped back, taking in her question and thinking it over. After a few seconds she began to pace back and forth wondering if someone would ever be able to even dream of pulling off such control and if it did...Would it have positive or negative repercussions on the force. Why anyone would want to put so much of their lives to the side just so they could have a bit more power was beyond Dominique, but she knew some people's thirst was hindered by Nothing.

 

"Such a thing...I can not give you an honest answer. I suppose one could gain a control over their emotions as you mentioned, but I do not see why? Not only are we only humans, prone to out bursts and chemical imbalances, but that would also ruin a bit of...life would it not? That would be...quite the theory to test out though. I sincerely doubt the hands of god would allow such an invincible person to walk this galaxy though. "

 

Walking across the room, the female in the earthly tones began to rummage through one of the draws until she found a hair brush. She motioned for Malyss to find a seat or some such as she took a seat before the mirror in the room and started brushing her long, dark locks back. She struggled at some spots in effort to untangle her hair, but she did not speak a single word the entire time. When finally she had finished she tossed the brush over her shoulder.

 

"Levitate it. Picture it floating across the room in your mind and deliver it back to me."

[Kal]

Sorry Kal, we have nothing back. I don't who else to try. The allinace and the order are both in massive battle, and losing badly. The Empire has once again knocked them down.

 

Kal let out a sigh and rubed his temples. The casino couldn't get some who could help, and now what was left of his home was going to be moved. Kal had lost all hope when Kara came back with an idea.

 

Kal. I piggy backed a COM leaving the casino and appearntly it went to a group known as the death strikes. I could try contacting them before

you try your job. Its up to you of course.

 

"I knew I made a smart AI. Send them a COM, but let them know where we are. Give them the same channle we gave the link. We will use that to establish and see if they are intrested in freein up this place. We will then go from there."

[Malyss]

Malyss thought upon Hel's words. She took a seat in a stiff chair across the room, now intrigued by the thought of complete mastery of emotions. She suspected it would take years, decades, perhaps an entire lifetime to accomplish such a lofty goal. It was a goal that was far out of her reach. But it didn't stop her from contemplating such an aspiration.

 

Hel's voice jolted Malyss out of her thoughts. She glanced at the brush then glanced inquisitively at the other. She was going to ask how one goes about levetating anything but then figured Hel must have imparted such information to her during the course of training...else she wouldn't have demanded such a task. Malyss closed her eyes, thought through everything she'd learned.

 

After a second her silver eyes opened and focused on the brush. She pulled in the lingering threads of untamed power, focussed and imagined a rush of energy bolting towards the brush. The intended target barely budged. This infuriated Malyss. After what she'd done to the clone, something like levitating a small inanimate object should be child's play.

 

"Come on.." she muttered under her breath.

 

Most of her fury was yanked back under control. She focussed again, fingers clenching into the chair's arms. She imagined a surge of power spiraling around the target. This time it worked. Somewhat. The brush spun in a jumpy and reluctant manner.

 

"Lift," she hissed bitterly, "you worthless piece of..."

 

Malyss extended her right hand towards the brush. She envisioned the same swirling and swelling dark energy that had surrounded her arm back on Kamino.

 

"Rise." she demanded.

 

The energy around her arm slithered down it and leapt from outstretched fingers. The brush spun. Slowly at first then picked up speed until it was nothing but a whirling blur that occasionally lept up from the floor.

 

"Levitate." Malyss barely muttered through clenced teeth.

 

Another, more powerful surge of engery ripped through her arm and out her fingertips. It encompassed the brush and lifted it a foot off the floor. She was tremendously pleased with herself. However, levitating the brush took a massive amount of concentration. Malyss wondered if she was capeable enough to actually deliever the brush back to Hel. Before she could weigh herself down with doubt, Malyss swung her hand through the air to point at her master. The brush obediently whipped through the air straight for Hel's head.

[Guest]

Kan Kilgars ship shot out of hyperspace in the blink of an eye. Kan searched through the holonet for a location where he could land. "Aha. Lianorm Swamp. There has to be many aquatic plants there, and perhaps some fruit." Kan-Kilgar smiled as he thought of eating real, untampered food.

 

He found the coordinates for Lianorm Swamp, and navigated his shuttle over the rolling plains and lakes of Naboo, until he reached the swamp. Kan grabbed his Electromagnetic Pulse Rifle, and his floating camera disc, and stepped out of the Neimodian Shuttle.

 

Lianorm Swamp was a very, very eerie place. It was foggy, and what sounded like something between bird cries and the screeching of metal echoed through the swamp. Kan had landed near the shore of a swamp lake, and Kan waded into the water until he was up to his chest. He took a deep breath, then dived into the water. It was clearer then he thought it would be, and he saw what looked like seaweed waving back and forth. Kan reached towards it, then pulled it out of the muddy aquatic soil. Immediately he knew that it would be hard to carry enough back to the ship, but he was determined to bring as much as he could.

 

Kan went back up for air, and walked back towards his ship. He would be back shortly, but he felt tired, and needed to rest.

[Aero]

Alyssa commanded her ship to be loaded by several of her droids and she had Aashi back in her position of power in the house. Taking her two favored battle droids, they left for the Sith Academy.

[Bad karma]

Dominique moved her head slightly to the side as the brush shot towards her. It ripped through the air, narrowly missing the back of her skull before it crashed into the mirror before her. The sound of shattering glass filled the air as shards were thrown out and to the side. Had the Sith lord not called to the force to toss them to the side, she would have been horribly sliced up. Slowly she stood up, lifting the brush and tossing it across the room again, only to see it land upon the bed in the room.

 

"I would expect such control over the force from one aspiring to be a Warrior, not from any apprentice of mine."

 

Darth Hel walked towards Malyss, slowly eyeing her up and down for the sole reason she knew it would get to the female. Her lightly shaded blue orbs traveled over her until she was standing Six inches in front of her. Cocking her head to the side, she feigned a slight sorrow before patting Malyss on the cheek with her right hand and moving to the side to walk past her and sit on the bed.

 

"Yes. No. You've yet to complete your task my apprentice, but it would be a bit to easy if it was sitting right here next to me...Now wouldn't it?"

 

With a simple flick of her wrist the brush was raised into the air, with another twitch it was out the open window and down two stories, into the pond below. The splash it created was audible even from inside the room. Dominique slid back on the bed, raising her eye brows as she looked over her apprentice again. Her perfectly smooth, straight black hair was like a shadow on the wall as she moved. She motioned towards the window with her left hand as she relaxed.

 

"There. You may move to the window if you must, there is a slight dark taint on the brush so you can feel it out. If you fail, Pain will not greet you, rather I will. Pain does not get through to the likes of Sith who use it simply to increase their power. You? You have a problem with me..Specifically my touching you, being close to you. That will be your punishment. Every time you fail, it will be something worse. Do not Fail me..."

[Malyss]

She hadn't intended for the brush to graze Hel's head or shatter anything. Her only motive was to deliver the brush to her master. She had completed the task, though not in a graceful fashion.

 

As Hel approached, Malyss struggled to put off the weight of her master's ice cold stare. She began to cringe at the feel of Hel's hand. But Malyss halted the uneasy feeling. She forced it away. As Hel turned and left, Malyss only glared at her from beneath lowered brows as the other spoke.

 

Before she could object to anything Hel said, Malyss watched in disbelief as the brush was flung out the window. She glanced back at Hel, considered arguing then decided against it. She only stood, nodded once and went to the window.

 

She closed her eyes and tried to lock onto the brush's dark signature. She sensed it, a cold darkness that out chilled the cold and dark of the liquid surrounding it. Malyss again envisioned the dark energy swirling around the brush. The water around the brush also swirled. It churned wickedly about her target and forced it to the surface again.

 

A split second later the brush whirled free of the pond's liquid grip. A thin spray of water droplets flung from the rapidly spinning object. This time Malyss struggled to keep control over her actions. It was difficult, maddening, as the brush levetated at an agonizingly slow rate towards her outstretched hand. As Malyss gained more control over her power the brush's manic spin slowed considerably. When finally it reached her fingertips Malyss turned and with her outstretched hand, cautiously motioned towards Hel.

 

"Your hair brush. Master."

 

It took a few moments but the brush made it back to the woman who'd flung it out the window. Hel's brush floated a few inches from her face, lazily spinning as it did. Malyss hoped she had adequately completed the task this time.

[Bad karma]

Dominique looked up, reaching out and gripping the brush that was floating in front of her. It would seem when motivated, her apprentice did a much more acceptable job. Leaning forward she began to brush her hair once again, ignoring Malyss for a bit as she perfected her silky smooth hair. When she was finished she stood up slowly, motioning for Malyss to follow her. The pair walked down the hallway quickly, Hel's eyes scanning the doors looking for the one that would suit her purpose.

 

Not finding a room that would be usable, she moved outside. The cool Naboo air felt good on what bare skin she had. She continued walking towards the Lake that was before them, pausing when she got to the shore line. She took her time, glancing up at the stars, then the moon. Turning to face Malyss she didn't bother off setting the girl this time, rather she began speaking. Her accent shone through as she did, thanks to the speed at which she spoke.

 

"Hit me. I want you to hit me, but first...All that hate, bitter resentment...All the emotions you have about me, focus them and use them to increase your natural reflexes, strength, and speed. Your greatest asset in battle is the force, this is one of the many ways it can help you."

[Malyss]

The chill of night was invigorating. Malyss inhaled deeply as the cool air washed over her. She followed silently behind Hel and wondered what the lady was up to.

 

Hel took time to partake of the scenery. Malyss glanced about with severe disinterest. The natural allure of the planet was lost on her. She cared not for nature or it's alleged beauty. Others might see a picturesque pond shimmering under a silver moon, or an elegantly swaying tree that danced in wind's arms, or an especially attractive time sculpted boulder that was truly a work of art and be stunned by such sights. But not Malyss. In her own narrow mind she could only see such things as a menace. They were nothing but harborage options readily available to conceal a potential enemy. Nature and her charleton wonders were more dangerous than odic.

 

Malyss stood straighter as Hel turned to her. The first words to pass from her master's lips were music to the apprentice's ears. She nodded, acknowledged that she understood. Malyss's fists clenched tightly as anger and resentment stirred. It roused and reared like a starved beast prematurely wakened from slumber. Before it could burst fully free of it's human confines Malyss yanked back on the raging emotions and held them firm. She focussed and forced them to coform to her lean body. Strength rippled through her reedy form, feeding into it a comprehension and power that filled the young woman to the brim. The energy that surged obediently through Malyss Slayde made her feel as if she could crush the galaxy in the palm of her mutilated hand.

 

But the galaxy had to wait. Before her stood a deceptively simpler mission. Hel. Though eager to, Malyss knew that striking her master would be tough to impossible. And should it prove impossible she'd have to suffer whatever twisted punishment Hel would bestow. Her anger intensified two fold at the previous thought and her upper lip twitched momentarily into a sneer. She simply would not fail this time. She would deliver unto Hel what was demanded. And deliver it hard.

 

She stalked forward then charged on Force fueled legs. She swung, her fists sliced through the air nothing but a series of moon lit blurs as she strove to strike her master but only once. The other seemed untouchable. Malyss's fists only met air or caught the occasional few strands of Hel's hair. Frustration steadily mounted with each missed hit. Her feet were brought into play. The apprentice whirled and kicked at punched at the ever graceful and maddeningly evasive Darth Hel.

 

"I will NOT fail." she growled suddenly.

 

Malyss stretched out her left mangled hand towards Hel. Anger and frustration leapt forth from her fingertips. The engery whipped around the master's neck and instantly constricted to hold her still a moment. The apprentice stepped and swung, the back of her hand trained on Hel's face.

[Bad karma]

Dominique leaned back as each blow flew forward, her flowing raven hair swept to and fro. She could feel the air rushing over her face from the sheer force of which the other was swinging. Reaching out to the force, she manipulated it so that her body moved even quicker then before, her young apprentice truly was in slow motion now. As one of Malyss's blows was once again dodged, the Sith lord reached out her right hand and drug it across the others cheek in a soft, caressing sort of way.

 

A grin crossed her lips as the other was obviously getting frustrated, her voice showing her inner emotions with but a glance. It wasn't until the same emotions wrapped around her neck that she realized their use. The blow struck her hard and fast, her head violently jerking to the side yet held firmly in place at the neck by the others grip. In the next instant Malyss's grip was broken and Dominique was exploiting the opening she had left. This girl would make a fearsome warrior, but first she would have to recognize the problems with her own fighting style. Her hand connected with the others chin, sending her up and off her feet.

 

Taking the time to recover and dull the pain of blow to the face, Hel looked down at Malyss as she was sprawled out in front of her. She began to pace around the young one slowly, her eyes piercing through every part of the females body as a look of utter disdain crossed her face. Disgust was evident, the cause was not. Without warning, Dominique raised her right leg and slammed it into the others ribs, sending her sliding across the grass.

 

"That all got? And I had such high hopes for you" She paused for a second, a smile crossing the gothic beauty's face. . . "Again."

[Malyss]

It happend so quickly. One moment she had finally got the upper hand on her master, the next Malyss was spawled out, gasping for breath and staving off the razor like crawl of Hel's eyes over her body. The rage that boiled within was barely tameable.

 

"Again?" she asked breathlessly.

 

She sat up, her ribs were a grinding mess of pain that nearly knocked the wind out of her again. She fed off the pain and the rage and felt her strength building once again.

 

"Yes. Master."

 

The last word came out as a wrathful hiss. Malyss stood, favored her side for a moment then straightened. She focussed, forged her power into a workable tool. With a wave of her hand,a vicious little whirlwind embraced Hel.

 

Malyss crouched slightly then leapt, a blur of motion instantaeously covering the distance between she and her master. As she soared over Hel's head Malyss reached down and grabbed a left hand ful of her master's whirling midnight black locks, twisted in mid air, landed behind the woman and powerfully yanked her backward.

 

Her right fist hooked around and smashed into Hel's face adding momentum to her master's take down. Malyss swiftly swung a leg around and over Hel with the intention of pinning her to the ground in order to inflict a bit more damage.

[Bad karma]

It was made quite obvious that Dominique had gotten to Malyss, it was also made obvious that her apprentice was learning a frighteningly quick pace. It only took a few seconds for another bout of pain to great first her scalp then her jaw, ending with Malyss straddling her. For a moment she tried to regain her focus, letting the force feed upon her pain but not dull it. It would serve as a reminder to keep her guard up next time as this one was making it painfully clear that combat was her game. Dominique had been brought up in such a setting, always training always fighting, but she had let her skills get a bit rusty in favor of studying the more..Philosophical aspects of the force.

 

All of a sudden it clicked. Malyss had just grabbed a handful of her hair to perform that maneuver. A feral glint filled her eyes as she looked into Malyss's. It was time that she started trying. In the second it took her eyes to blink, she had gripped the force and pushed her own body upwards so that the two ended up in quite the opposite position, with Dominique on top. She had the other pinned through the force, for now she had no where to go. Hel wiggled on top of her, getting comfortable as she looked down at Malyss, giving her a set of sad puppy dog eyes.

 

"I know you didn't just pull my hair.."

 

The Sith lord raised her hand and brought it down as a fist, the dull packing sounds of flesh on flesh filled the air for a fleeting moment before the sound of Dominique taking a deep breath replaced it. She seemed to be enjoying the night air, it was a good change from the norm.

 

"...Because a bitch will have to go psycho on your ass if you did."

 

With that, she released her grip through the force and the dull packing sounds of both of her fists filled the air one after the other. The woman's face before her began to shoot back and forth as if it was a tennis ball and Hel's fists were the rackets. She hadn't broken her jaw, but by the time she finished blood was freely flowing from the others lips. It was her fault for not stopping her...Leaning down, Dominique ran her tongue from Malyss's chin up the side of her face, tasting the crimson fluid as well as spreading it all the way up her face. On her feet in a flash, she back flipped back five meters.

 

"Hm..Not the best, but I must say you do taste fairly good."

[Malyss]

In a flash Malyss was on her back and winded with Hel sitting atop her.

 

Malyss nearly grinned when she heard the apparent displeasure in Hel's voice at having her hair tugged. And she may well have but Hel's fist crashed into her face before the beginnings of a rare smile could creep across her lips.

 

Her master's voice found her ears but she didn't clearly hear what was said. Right after, Hel's fists rained with a tempest fury down on Malyss's face. It was pummelled with a speed and brutality that shattered all rational thought while at the same time nearly shattering her face.

 

Just when she was sure her head was to be smashed to a fractured pulp, the beating stopped. Malyss felt nothing fierce and tolerable pain. Blood welled and streaked. Even that was tolerable. What was absolutely unbearable was the slick warmth of Hel's tongue slithering through the still seeping gore that masked her damaged face.

 

Malyss's flesh crawled. Rage riddled with disgust exploded within. Her hands bolted up in search of the twisted bitch perched atop her. But her hands only clawed thin air. Hel was gone. Malyss rolled onto her stomach and swore as she struggled onto on all fours. She opened her eyes. Blood trickled into them, stinging and blurring her vision. She swiped the back of her forearm across her eyes but it didn't do anything but bring more pain.

 

'Fine. Absolutely...FINE! Don't need to SEE. Know the feel of Hel's presence.'

 

The anger that ripped through her body was unbelievable. Explosive. Malyss trembled with a loathing that was reluctant to be tamed.

 

Control it.

Damn it.

Master it.

Make it mine...

YOU'RE MINE!

 

She yanked back the escaping tendrils of anger and when she had them mostly in her grip Malyss reached out and pulled the Force to her as well. She focussed and almost instantly sensed Hel's presence not five meters away. With a pained little grunt, Malyss stood. She sneered through her blood sodden face as she greedily gathered more of the Force and used it to feed her battered body. Renewed strength flooded into her.

 

Malyss charged. Despite partial blindness her fists ripped through the air. Feet whirled high and low in a premeditated rage as she strove to strike her sensed target. But again Hel easily outdanced every manouver. Easily, until a few strands of the Force surged out to wrench around Hel's tiny waist. Malyss yanked her brutally forward and launched a well placed kick into Hel's stomach. When the other bent from the sudden impact Malyss's knee ripped upward and crashed savagely into the Sith's delicate face. She was propelled up and back a few meters before landing on her back.

 

Malyss immediatley advanced. Each step strengthened her all the more. The Force was a steady deluge of power that waited obediently to be put put to use. When upon Hel Malyss reached down, grabbed her by the feet and with Force fed muscles lifted and spun her master around once then let her go. Hel sailed through the the air, a ghostly image of fluttering cream robes and lunar lit hair rising into the night. She decended rapidly down toward the cool shimmering waters of the nearby pond. It was a lovely scene. One that Malyss could not see to appreciate for her sight was still blurred by blood.

 

She instinctivley ran for the pond.

[Bad karma]

Dominique cursed herself for falling for, more or less, the same trick twice. She deserved the pain that flourished from her jaw and face as a whole. At least she knew which way to focus most of the training for this girl now, but that thought was lost among the flurry of various thought lines of how to get out of this without getting soaking wet. She had absolutely no interest in coming out of that pond with her robe soaked, slowing her movement down considerably. A Warrior was the undeniable master of Physical speed, but a Socercer was the undeniable master when it came to speed of mind.

 

Then the solution hit her. From one of the various text's she had studied when on Kamino and at the Sith temple. It was rumored only the Masters of the order could perform such difficult techniques, but she had confedence in her own abilities and her command of the force. After all, this was supposed to be part of her specialty....why wait until she was a Master to work on it.

 

The young lord reached out, lovingly she caressed the force and called it to do her will. Feeding it with her hatred, her rage, and pain..As well as her sorrow. She always loved the sudden rush of every emotion that had been brewing deep within her mind and body, the sudden wash of it all right before it was exchanged for even more power of the mystical power that some ancient race had deemed the force. Her body began to twist in mid-air, angling her feet towards the surface as the air between the water and her crystallized. She hit the surface with a thud, but oddly did not crash below the surface..rather stood on it with her head facing the water.

 

Ever so slowly she looked up, showing the blood trickling down the side of her face and her fiery eyes changed from their natural sky blue. A hint of a devious smile slipped upon her face, causing the blood to slow down slightly as it followed the course down her face. It was most obvious she was not pleased, and quite curious. In the next second, she was charging forward, seeming to run over the waters surface as she approached Malyss. Her raven hair fluttering behind her as she brought her fist around, slamming it into the young woman's face and sending her flying back wards.

 

This did not give Dominique a reason to let up, rather she rushed forward even quicker. Her bare foot slammed into the others side before she hit the ground, knocking the breath out of her and sending her sliding through the grass and into the mud at the edge of the pond, who's shore they had been fighting right next to for some time now. A sudden heat began to swell around Malyss now, at first it was moderate at best..but slowly it increased to unbearable levels. Hel raised her right hand, sending an icy, almost soothing chill outward. At first it was the greatest gift ever, then the hidden agenda revealed itself as her throat froze up. Dominique chuckled slightly before walking over to the girl.

 

"Now your true test. You've all that emotion that would be perfect for battle, be rid of it Now. I don't want to see a single hint of it within your eyes. Understood? Good, lets return inside for now then."

[Malyss]

She stopped near the water's edge, vision still blurred, and waited for the splash that she assumed would be her master hitting water. But no such sound came.

 

Instead, Malyss sensed the Force being moved and manipulated in ways that were far beyond her her basically trained comprehension. She squinted, but whatever counter measure Hel had conjoured up was nothing but a nebulous moon lit blur to Malyss's eyes.

 

She felt a small shove in the force and knew that Hel was charging her. So swift was Hel that Malyss had no time to react. A fist in her face lauched the apprentice through the air. Before she hit ground a kick to her side suddenly redirected her her flight. Next she knew, Malyss was skidding through the grass. She became myred in the mud. It was the only thing that stopped her from sliding right into the water.

 

Malyss began to wriggle out of the muck but froze as heat engulfed and seared at her flesh. Malyss thought Hel was to cook her alive. But then came a cool rush of air. For a few moments Malyss was relieved. But she should have known better. Cool turned to cold, cold to freezing and the apprentice's throat suffered the brunt of the attack.

 

"Now your true test. You've all that emotion that would be perfect for battle, be rid of it Now. I don't want to see a single hint of it within your eyes. Understood? Good, lets return inside for now then."

 

Malyss only nodded in response to Darth Hel's demand. The new rage that was simmering just below her flesh was stubborn. It would not let itself be turned easily away. Malyss assured herself that there would soon come a time for the rage to be put to use. Now was not that time. She forced the anger away, stood and swiped her arm through the blood still seeping from her facial wounds.

 

Malyss followed in obedient quietude after Hel.

[Bad karma]

Dominique moved through the soothing night air slowly, a remaining hint of her scarlet fluids remaining upon her face and tongue. She had never been overly fond of the taste, but she could deal with it as she did everything else. So far her apprentice was doing exceptionally well, quite better then she would have imagined the female doing. They were nearing the mid-point of her training and soon she would have to craft her weapon.First, she would have to figure out what style she wished to train in though...

 

All of a sudden the Sith lord stopped, standing upon the steps of the lavish Mansion before them. It had only recently been rebuilt by the Sith empire, its former owner having outfitted it with various precautions yet leaving it in ruins. It was a curious thing indeed, the man had seemed to vanish into thin air all of a sudden, but never mind that. It didn't matter in the here and now. She turned and began to speak slowly, her eyes barely grazing over Malyss, preferring to take in the splendid country side.

 

"Go up stairs and clean yourself up. Have someone look at your wounds and if need be wrap them, then come down stairs and clean up the mud you are sure to track inside. Once you've done that...Find the library. Inside are various books upon the history of the Sith, combat forms, and lightsabers. If you wish for some extra reading pick up a few books on history, but I want you to study the lightsaber...Find a form you like, read over the basic construction of one and commit it to memory. When you've completed your tasks, report to me."

 

With that she turned, her slightly moist robe twisting in the air behind her. The task she set Malyss too would take her sometime, in the mean time she would have to amuse herself some how. A bit of training couldn't hurt, but it seemed like that was all she did anymore. She had always been one to embrace the vices of the Galaxy, yet Hard work was her only companion. How this happened was beyond her, but it needed to be rectified. She paused at the stair case to yawn and stretch before moving up stairs. A thin layer of sweat covered her body from their little practice duel, she always had disliked such things. Rare was the time she didn't mind it.

 

Slipping upstairs she began to snoop around the various rooms until she came to one that had the wardrobe of the house within it. Why anyone would ever spend so many credits on the various robes, dresses and suits was beyond her. Such things were for the vain, but then...Dominique knew she was vain in her own way. The thought of almost losing control when the other decided to pull her hair sparked a bit of anger inside of her. It was foolish to let such trivialities get to her, but she couldn't help it. If there was one thing she cared about, took care of, and wanted to remain untouched more then anything it was her hair. Such a vain little girl she was sometimes.

 

Finding a robe that would suit her needs, she pulled it out of the walk in closet and moved back towards the room she had taken residence in. Once within the room she tossed the robe over onto the bed and stepped into the refresher. The glow of her raven shaded hair in the mirror caught her eye, a smile crossing her lips as she glanced over and let herself become captivated. It took quite some time for her to finally rip herself away from the mirror and pull her robe over her head. The bottom of it had a thin layer of mud on it, most of it had been hit with a spray of water as she was charging over the liquid surface.

 

"Hmm.."

 

She enjoyed the thought of having so much power. Before all of this, she was just like so many others. Technology was her savior. It was there when she needed it, it was there when she didn't. Now she was something more, she had something more..And all because of one meeting at the Golden Link Casino. It was there that she met Exodus, there that he took her under his wing and trained her in the ways of the Sith. She had advanced at an exception rate, just like Malyss was. Though her talent was not in combat, even though her skills in said field were quite honed. Rather it was in her command of the force, her ability to read peoples emotions through the colors that were ever present around them.

 

At the thought of Exodus a slight shiver ran its course through her body. It had been a while since she had last laid eyes upon him and it was now obvious to her that the only reason she hadn't been desiring to see him so badly as of late was because her mind was so utterly busy with so many things that she had managed to pull him off of it for a short time, but now he had wormed his way back in and she would have to seek him out after the ordeal with the Jedi was finished. Even though she had just finished up with Malyss, she was still not in tip top shape. Other wise, she would return to the battle and help out however she could.

 

She lifted both of her hands up to her breasts, cupping them and lifting slightly as she watched herself in the mirror. Turning to the side she admired her shapely figure. Doing a complete three sixty turn before letting her hands fall to her side she smiled, while at the same timing twitching her left hand just enough to activate the shower and get the water just right before she stepped into it. Taking a few more minutes in front of the mirror, she finally entered her shower and began to clean off and fix herself up to her liking. It didn't take long for her to complete said tasks, and once she had she enjoyed the warm water washing over her skin as well as one of the seven vices she had neglected for some time.

 

((What? I got bored..))