A Legacy Continued

[Ameli Trahir]

A month had passed since the disappearance of her father. She refused to refer to it as the death of him. That didn't mean she was holding out for any great return, however. She didn't hope. No matter how you phrased it, he had abandoned her. And for that she was furious. There was so much he never showed her. Ameli had grown up on his ship, it had been her whole world.She felt like an infant outside of it. It had become clear to her that she was what was called a Force Sensitive. Her father must've been as well, yet he had never trained her or taught her to control her powers. So quickly love had transitioned into scorn and hate. If he was still alive, she'd kill him herself.

After that incident, she had been shipped off on her own to the Sith Academy on Coruscant, at the heart of the One Sith Empire. It had not been an easy transition. She was surrounded by Acolytes who had spent years training. Though there was a mix of people who had just arrived, like herself, and people who'd been there since a very young age, Ameli felt like she was behind them all. Beyond that, everyone on her father's ship had been either Human or droids, the only exception being his Shistavanen guard, though she never spoke with them. Ameli of course knew other races existed, but she wasn't used to being up close with aliens. She found them very strange, even gross.

Ameli had been set off on her training however, and she was a quick learner. The head start the others had on her made her unable to notice this however. Her growth had been quite remarkable. Her training had begun shortly after her first kill, when the Dark Side had marked her as its own, and sought to claim her mind. The Force was blossoming in her. Yet, her tutors were much less impressed with her ability to wield a saber. She'd burned herself with the training saber just as much as any sparring partner had. Ameli was prideful, and a very sore loser. After having been bested by a particularly condescending Acolyte, she had lashed out against him with the Force. He had been thrown up against the wall on the opposing side of the room. Bones were broken, and the Force left its mark. He'd spent a day or two in a kolto tank. The tutor had stated before the spar that no Force powers would be tolerated, and so she had been reprimanded. She was convinced this incident was the reason why she had been summoned by the head of the Academy now. The young girl was fierce, and didn't respond well to authority figures. Like her father, the instructor had dropped her off, unwilling to deal with her. She was sent to someone more powerful to dish out a more appropriate punishment. All of these Sith, and their stupid Code could go to hell.

Ameli was an independent spirit. As if to prove a point, she was not dressed in the same dull black robes of the other Sith. The only black she wore was the pair of tight fitting black shorts, contrasted with a white top. The robe she surrounded herself with was of a similar design to the one the Sith wore, only it was of a thinner fabric. It fit her more like a coat. The most significant difference, however, lay in its colour: it was bright pink.

The long-haired blonde made her way towards the location she was instructed to go to. Maybe she should just leave the Academy? She didn't need to take this. She never had before. This wasn't exactly a healthy learning environment, and she found herself pissed off at everyone around her more often than not. Of course, as if to spite them, she was fashionably late to the meeting.

[member=Darth Carach]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]If there was one thing that Carach valued it was [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]freedom[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The freedom to do as he pleased, the freedom to live his life in his own way, to push for his own projects and goals without having to worry as much about what the world would tell him. It was this that made him a Sith Lord, not some cruelty streak that made him flay people for fun or a morbid fascination with the death.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It was the simple realization that he would do [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]anything[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] to accomplish his own goals.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]As Reverance was styled the Lord of Pain, so was Carach styled the Lord of Freedom - when people stopped staring at his eyes and calling him the Wolf King… or whatever madness they were coming up with these days.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]So when [member="Ameli Trahir"] had been summoned, it hadn’t been to get a reprimand. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It had made as a formal meeting with one of the Voices of the Dark Lord.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Whilst the Overseer became more sweaty, agitated and pissed off-by-proxy, Carach seemed more amused than anything else. His eye turned inwards and exploring the flows of the Force, while waiting on his maybe-apprentice to show up sometime.[/SIZE]

 

[Ameli Trahir]

Though she was unaware of his intentions, and his nickname, it was convenient that the man she was about to be introduced to was the Lord of Freedom, for Ameli was a free spirit with a stubborn will that was hard to tame. All her life she'd been living a life following the rules made by another. Now she was finally free, and she wasn't about to give that up. However, in regards to what she did with that freedom, she could probably use a few friendly tips. She had just discovered alcohol, and that the word 'party' meant more than just a group of people.

After making them wait a while, the young girl stepped inside, only knocking on the door as it was being opened. If they were busy, they had better clean up quick. The Overseer she knew, but the Voice was new to her. She didn't even know the Dark Lord had a Voice. Her eyes had landed on the Overseer first, expecting to see him, but her gaze was immediately drawn to the other, taller, and more powerful-looking man. There was no question who had authority in that room. And those eyes... It was enough to leave her standing in the door-opening, mouth hanging open as if she'd just forgotten what to say.

"Uhhm, I'm here!" said little miss obvious. Kark! And she had prepared such a nice remark to be tossed at the Academy's Overseer. She'd forgotten all about it.

[member=Darth Carach]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Ameli Trahir"]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Carach simply raised his eyebrow for one defining moment, the raise was all that happened for a while, before the Overseer started coughing and hackling - you couldn’t really blame him though, larger than life with a belly that extended over his belt, sweat spots marring his pits and a certain redness to the cheeks that suggested to them all that the bottle wasn’t exactly unknown to him; no, you couldn’t really consider the Overseer as a warrior or anything else.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]His appointment had been [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]political[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px], not exactly given to him by merit, but the Voice of the Dark Lord wasn’t here to press judgement about that. There would be enough time later on to consider the ramifications of holding such a man in office over stepping on the toes of the patron that had landed him the job in the first place.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Ameli!” the Overseer finally hissed, his eyes widening just a fraction as he himself noticed the rise of the eyebrow. “This… this is the Voice himself. Darth Carach, he speaks with the authority of the Dark Lord himself!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]His voice turned into a high-pitched whine at this point in time.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Show some respect!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]At this point in time the Sith Lord wondered if such a high pitch could turn him permanently deaf.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]He certainly hoped not.[/SIZE]

 

[Ameli Trahir]

Ameli stood there, staring at the two Sith in an awkward silence. This was not the scene she had expected to walk in on. Something else was up, and she didn't know what.

The Overseer caught her attention, and drew her out from the state she was frozen in. Her face grimaced with disgust. He was probably her least favourite person on Coruscant, or at least he made top ten. With the sweat spots and bellyfat, and a face ruined either by Dark Side taint or horrible genes, he wasn't exactly a pretty sight. This made her tolerance for his nonsense even smaller.

Her eyes narrowed as he called out her name. What he said made sense, but even with this being the case, she scowled at him. No matter what it was, she had problems taking it from him. His high-pitched tone made her cringe.

However, this was the Voice of the Dark Lord. Whatever that meant... Her cold gaze left the Overseer, and landed on Darth Carach. Suddenly her eyes seemed much more pleasant. She had not yet written him off as just another of those Sith that did nothing but annoy her. Despite keeping company with the Overseer, they were clearly different.

"Darth Carach" she made a polite curtsey, while bowing her head respectfully. While reserving judgement of him, giving him a bad attitude served her no purpose. She'd play the obedient Acolyte, until she knew where she had him.

Her look turned to the Overseer, her face growing cold and emotionless as all signs of respect instantly faded. "Why am I here?" her tone was stripped of all patience. The insolence was real.

[member=Darth Carach]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Ameli Trahir"]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Carach’s mouth would turn up slightly in amusement. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]He wondered why it was that he always found the [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]testy[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] and [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]insolent[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] apprentices in this world, it seemed to be some kind of remnant from his predecessor who had been much the same. Never taking on the ones that would simply listen and do what he wanted, no it had to be a fight, a battle of wits; to be worth the entire ordeal.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Perhaps it was the belief that those meek few that would simply obey would never be worthy Sith Lords in their own rights or perhaps the Sith Lord was simply bored and wanted to have some [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]fun[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] every once in a while.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Either way.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Overseer Trama.” the soft hum of his voice would circle through the room, before finally ending in a snap in Trama’s ears - it ended the puffy blow of huff and indignanty that would have caused the Overseer to leash out towards Ameli.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It mattered not how disgusting and lazy he was, because the Overseer was still… [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]stronger[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] than her and probably could break her with the flick of his wrist. Not exactly something that Carach wished to see right now. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“You are dismissed.” the Sith Lord added, with a long look studying his perhaps future apprentice.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The big blubbery fellow snapped to attention… or at least as snappy as he could, before filling out of his own office and leaving them both alone. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Miss Trahir, a pleasure meeting you.”[/SIZE]

 

[Ameli Trahir]

The blonde girl was pushing it now, she knew. To so openly defy the Overseer was not likely to be without its consequences. She may have gotten a little carried away by him no longer being the most powerful man in the room. It didn't mean he wouldn't be after the Voice left...

However, when Carach interrupted his rage, and then even dismissed him, Ameli could barely contain her joy. In fact, she didn't contain it. Her wide, smug grin was painted all over her face, for the Overseer to see. It amused her, almost beyond belief, that the fat man got dismissed from his own office. She was probably gonna get it once he came back though... Maybe this was a good time to pack up her stuff and migrate to that Sisterhood Temple she had been hearing about?

Her excitement hardly faded, as she turned to Carach. The first act she had witnessed had been pretty cool. So far she was a fan. "Mister Voice" she replied, copying him as the grin shaped into a smirk that seemed full of mischief. "The pleasure is all mine" The following question, of course, was what did he want with her. Why were they here, alone? Had the Overseer struck some kind of deal she was not aware of..?

The acolyte curse had apparently struck him again. Ameli would likely shape up to become a mouthful. She was fun alright. But the Voice probably had ways to handle her.

[member=Darth Carach]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Ameli Trahir"]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Carach lazily wandered over to the big oaken table that usually held the massive frame of the Overseer and took a seat behind it, his legs resting on the table itself and him leaning heavily into the seat itself - the Sith Lord didn’t really look like the stereotypical Sith that the stories usually talked about, no brooding, evil grin or anything else.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Only two things would mark him as anything more than a just a charming guy with a pretty beard, the burning eyes of molten amber and the heavy cloud of the Darkside that clung to his skin. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]His head tilted itself softly, as if he was listening to something amusing. Flashes of concern, a sisterhood temple and more. No, you couldn’t really hide your thoughts when you were up against a Mentalist. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“I am looking for a new apprentice.” the Sith Lord replied to the question that had formed itself in her mind, rather unceremoniously. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]But that was Carach most of the time.[/SIZE]

 

[Ameli Trahir]

Her smirk lingered as she saw Carach take his place at the Overseer's table. The desk seemed to fit him much better. Of course, he was far better looking than the previous seat-holder. Face showcased handsome features, and he had the battle-hardened body of a Sith Lord. Even his amber eyes, that seemed to threaten to pierce her very soul, had a dark, twisted allure to them.

More so than the Overseer, this was someone she was more likely to take orders from. He carried himself with a certain confidence, surrounded by this seductive power of the Dark Side. She was more likely to obey, perhaps, though taking orders wasn't exactly her thing in the first place. Ameli liked Ameli, and Ameli liked doing things her way. In that, perhaps she wasn't very different from the Lord of Freedom?

Then he spoke, revealing his intent. The girl didn't even suspect that he had pulled the question from her mind. To her, it seemed like the logical next step of the interaction, him revealing the purpose of this meeting. And as such, she continued, blissfully unaware that she was being watched by the amber-eyed man, in more ways than one.

A new apprentice? Her? Why her? She didn't dare say the question out loud, in fear that he'd find no reason for it, and move on. She wasn't even sure if he was talking about her... But he had to be, right? Regardless of reason, she knew instantly, that she had to become his apprentice. The Academy on Coruscant was nothing more than a frustration, and likely only held a steady stream of punishments for her in the future, rather than training. Ameli didn't really know what it meant to be an apprentice, though she imagined it meant she got to travel with him, see things, experience adventures at the side of the Voice of the Dark Lord... That really didn't sound too bad. Yes, she needed this.

"Oh? And are you finding any good candidates here on Coruscant?" she asked him. She wasn't one to simply stand still, like a soldier all tense-like, while he sat there and spoke. The blonde moved over to the table, and seated herself on the corner. This was something she never would have dared in the Overseer's presence. Or would she? Perhaps if she was feeling cocky. Her side was turned against him, and she was looking down at him over her shoulder. "I think you're looking for me" a bold claim, but perhaps it would appeal to him. I was funny how that worked, when it didn't really matter, she could usually get her way, as she acted in a much more casual, and a relaxed way. When she needed it to work, it was easy to go a bit overboard, and blow her chances. But no risk no reward.

[member=Darth Carach]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Ameli Trahir"]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]His mouth curled up - was that amusement? Perhaps Ameli was right and she was heading towards the right direction with her attitude, or perhaps the Sith Lord was simply making notations about every misstep she was taking before breaking her for all the cumulative offences that she had wrought in this very room. You never really knew with Carach, which was both an advantage as well as a disadvantage. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Whilst he was a more relaxed and patient teacher, you never could really… scope him out, he was like a force of nature that could not be predicted. One moment everything was alright and the other his fury knew no bounds at all. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Difficult indeed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Is that so?” the Voice would reply, before pulling out a cigarette and sticking it between his teeth, one snap of the fingers and the point was burning. A few puffs of smoke later, and Carach was lazily looking up to the girl.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Why would I be interested in you?” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]That wasn’t him saying no, note. But if Carach was anything, he was a talker, a man who knew how to trap his foes with only his voice and his mind - ask a certain Jedi how that went for her on Ord Mirit.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]So she would have to impress him with her own talking.[/SIZE]

 

[Ameli Trahir]

[member='Darth Carach']

Whether she was gaining his favour or about to be destroyed, blondie had no idea. So far, he had seemed pleased with her, so she assumed the former. She usually found these one-on-one situations to work out in her favour. She may have thought she knew where she had him, but even in her unawareness, he was an elusive character. He didn't give away much for her to read. So again, she would have to make a few thought-out gambles.

"Mmhm" she confirmed confidently when he posed the first question. She didn't mind the smoking. The girl maintained her pose as well as the examining look, from behind clear blue eyes. The next question was a challenge, though one she was betting everything on overcoming. Reputation be damned.

There was a long silence, as she sought to dig her eyes into him as he did into her. Her eye game was strong, but against his amber pair, it was a tough match. "Clearly, you want me" she said finally. There was another pause, before she added in a playful tone "Why else would I have been called in?" she allowed herself a short and light laugh.

She moved on the table, so that she'd be sitting closer to his edge, rather than the other side of the table. Now most of her front, and legs were facing him. "You're interested in me, because I am interesting. If you want another dull acolyte, feel free to go through the pool. There are many copies of the same type out there. I'm not. I'm fresh" the girl spoke with confidence. Though she was playing a game, a dangerous one at that, she did really believe she stood out from the crowd. She was different. She was better. They were boring. She was not. Then again, that might not exactly be a good thing, if she ruled off all the other Sith there as boring. Perhaps it meant she was not meant to be a Sith? Hopefully that was not a thought that would cross his mind.

Her leg lifted, slowly. One foot touched at his robe, in an attempt to slide it off his shoulder. "And I may just improve your fashion sense along the way. Those dark robes you Sith wear? Dull. Trust me, you'll thank me later." Her advice? Lose them. Ameli was an outspoken enemy of the Sith fashion style. Even linking the word fashion together with their robes made her cringe. So much potential for style and impact was lost on those. Colours, man, colours.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Ameli Trahir"]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Miss Trahir.” the Sith Lord would calmly say then, one eyebrow slightly raised and it was clear that this was somewhat of a turning point in the situation. It could go either way, and the way she would respond right this moment would decide any further talk, decision or process that would come after; which was to say… that it was really important that she picked the right attitude.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Are you asking me to strip before your eyes?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The question was asked with such a deadpan serious face and intonation that there was no mistaken if the Sith was somehow joking.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]There ain’t no jokes when it came to robes.[/SIZE]

 

[Ameli Trahir]

The blonde acolyte smirked. She liked how he called her 'Miss Trahir'. Tension rose high in the air. Even to her, it became clear that this would be a defining moment in their relationship. Who would she be? Would she be his apprentice? Would she remain an unclaimed acolyte at the Sith Academy? Would she earn his respect, or his contempt?

As the Sith Lord had made no move to stop her, at this point, the tip of her foot rested against his chest, his robe having dropped down from one of his shoulders. In a controlled move, she withdrew it.

"No. I'm just saying you can do better" Was there a hint of mockery in her tone? The nerve. "I don't presume to tell a Voice what to do. You do what you like, I'll do what I like" she slid down from the table. She flicked his shoulder, before walking around him in a half circle. This was possibly the biggest gamble she had taken. Would he take offense? She stopped when she was behind him. "We both know I have potential. If you got someone else in mind, I'll fight them. I'll kill them" she was bluffing. Fighting, duelling and the like, wasn't really her thing. He didn't need to know that though. Not yet anyhow.

"If I'm too much for you to handle, that's fine. I won't judge you for backing down" she teased him further, by giving him a way out, in case he was afraid... She felt as if everything she said at this point could probably have her killed in the next moment. But she was in too deep now, she might as well go on. She was at the point of no return.

"Train me or don't... I'll find a way." Ameli came around from the other side. What would she find when she looked upon his face, his intense eyes again? Amusement? Fury? Her death? Despite these concerns, she sat down on the table again. At least half of her. One leg she kept on the ground. It was meant to look casual, relaxed, though really, it was in case she needed to dart out of that room like Netherworld itself rose up to get her. "I want you to train me." she said, finally. Her blue eyes stared deeply into his. There was no hesitation, no doubt, no backing down.

[member=Darth Carach]