Ascension: Part Two

[Abelain Narv'uk]

Abelain felt his hand make contact with the shield, and send it flying across the room with considerable force to the blow. That seemed incorrect, and for a split second he couldn't fathom why the female was not on the ground in front of him. The Arue'tii spun about at the touch of the female, and where he thought he would find his opponent, there was darkness. His cape had been thrown over his eyes, and though it was already beginning to remove itself from his view, that was all his opponent had needed.

She scented of blood, as all beings do, and Abelain looked towards her, one hand going up to remove the intruding piece of cloth from his eyes and to return to the combat. It was a decent tactic, though it made no sense in the long run except for as a preventative to the fight ending sooner. The creaking of metal reached him a moment before the actual rack. It plowed into him with excessive force, striking into his torso and sending him backwards by several feet.

The Arue'tii skidded to a stop, hands clutching at the spot where he had been struck and eliciting a quiet shriek of pain. The hide seemed to be undamaged, not even blemished by the assault, though the blow seemed to have driven the breath from him. He was on his knees, hands splayed out before him, one still clutching the staff. It was not correct, the inferior being had harmed him, had somehow managed to hurt him. He was the superior, and the rodent had driven him to his knees. The superior had been driven down by a mouse.

It was not right. It was wrong, and he would correct it.

With an inhuman howl of hatred and pain, Abelain ran his hands down the floor and forced himself to his feet, snapping the staff in two with an over-exaggeration of force and sending one of the broken and jagged pieces hurtling towards the female much like a spear.
[member="Illaudata Renovare"] | [member="Knight Mullarus"] | [member="Tormax Ategann"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

She stood there, panting, watching. With a hand outstretched she watched [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] get hit, and a for a moment she thought she had won. Illa had outsmarted the alien, and grasped victory where many would not think possible. But as the beast screamed, such thoughts faded. She could only grin as she realized how outclassed she was. She had no training that she could remember, and she was so tired. Ripping the metal clean off took everything she had left.

Slowly her hand fell down as she seemed to reside to her fate. This beast was going to beat her, probably kill her, and there was little she could do against it. The snapping of wood snapped her out of this trance though. He -was- going to kill her. Eyes widened as the jagged piece flew towards her. In her mind, time seemed to slow. She had little left to defend herself with. She knew the wooden spear would hit her, hell, probably go right through her frail body. But would [member="Knight Mullarus"] train someone who resigned to death? Time sped up, and with both hands she crated a wave of energy, drawing upon the fear of death. She would not die this time, not this day at least. Both hands went up, releasing the wave meant to send the spear up and above her, harmlessly away. She could still fight. Still win.

The sharp pain emanating from her shoulder quickly proved otherwise. She had assumed she could send the spear away, and didn't even notice that the most she had done was prevent a killing blow. She did not however, prevent the spear from hitting her. The spear had torn right through her right shoulder, through muscle and bone alike, and hung there as a reminder. If she moved her arm, pain shot out. She could only scream as she stumbled back, her form ripe with this pain. Wide eyed she'd only stare at the injury, completely ignoring the monster that had inflicted it.

 

[Tormax Ategann]

Crack, Crack, Crack. This was the sound that came off of the shield, each time the beast struck it with his staff. Crack. The girl seemed to cower almost. Crack. The beast didn't tire. Crack. Crack. [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] and [member="Knight Mullarus"] both spoke while the girl remained silent, struggling with the shield. Crack. . . CRACK. The louder sound of the shield being sent flying. The sound that followed was much louder than a simple crack.

Wide eyed, Tormax watched as the apprentice of the commander get pushed back by several feet. He didn't fall, but to be even sent to his knees was surprising. However, Tormax could tell the battle wasn't near end yet. Still wide eyed, he watched as the snapped staff plummeted through the girls shoulder. The beast is angry... Tormax feared what would happen now, but didn't even so much as flinch. Another thing he had trained himself to do was to stay still for lengthy periods of times. He was good at it, but he was starting to feel sore. If I even take a step toward the fight, who knows what will happen to me. Tormax decided to look towards the commander, to see if he could read how he was reacting to the situation. While he wasn't sure if the Force could tell you when someone is looking at you, Tormax hoped he wouldn't be punished for simply looking around the room. He doubted he would, but who knows.

[member="Illaudata Renovare"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

The metal rack holding the practice weapons flew from the wall and slammed into [member="Abelain Narv'uk"], and while Mullarus didn't appreciate his dueling room being trashed, it was clever. The girl used her enviornment to her advantage, despite how poorly she had been doing before. That was a good sign. She didn't have tunnel vision. It reminded him of the Battle of Contruum, when he had hurled the half-decayed carcass of a massive beast at the Jedi Knight he and his Sithspawn pal had been fighting. Ah, good times.

His mind returned to the duel before him, surprised to see the girl's reflexes be honed enough to prevent the seemingly fatal attack his apprentice had sent her direction. She was extremely adept with her use of the Force, and much less on physical power. She and Abelain were opposites. A sinister smile crept onto Mullarus' lips. It was awesome to see the raw strength of the Dark Side meet the mental power in battle. Just as Lord Pyrrhus had done to him before, Mullarus looked forward to taking these novices and turning them into masters.

Though she had done an exceptional job at saving her own life, Mullarus couldn't help but look at Abelain as if he had defied him. The arue'tii had clearly given in to his anger and channeled the pain of being slapped by a metal rack into his next move. Doing so would be smart in a real battle, but he almost killed his opponent, something he had specifically instructed them not to do to each other. He remained silent, since the alien had shown how much he had improved by utilizing his Dark Side power in the situation. He made a mental note to begin to instruct him on controlling that power. Of many weaknesses as an apprentice of the Sith, controlling his passionate rage was always his biggest, and it would be difficult to pass the knowledge on.

"Excellent, you two! Accept the pain! Channel it! Make yourself stronger the more pain and agony you feel! Your opponent fights to impress me, to claim their spot as my preferred apprentice. Prove yourself the superior! Establish your dominance! They stand between you and the title of Sith Lord!" Truth be told, Mullarus would do his best to not prefer one apprentice to the other, but it sounded like a good thing to say to motivate them both. The pain they were enduring could make them stronger.

"Give in completely to the Dark Side. It is the gateway to many powers that many consider to be unnatural. Make it yours! Defeat your foe with it!"

As for the newest stormtrooper in his Battlegroup turning his head, Mullarus was now caught up completely in the fight and wouldnt notice him turning his attention toward him. Would he care? Probably not.

[member="Tormax Ategann"] / [member="Illaudata Renovare"]

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

Two very distinct things helped to snap Abelain out of his rage. One was the voice of the teacher, once again reminding him that he had orders to follow, and standards in this duel had to be kept. He was not to kill the opponent, only to render them defeated, and it seemed shameful that he had given in to such emotion on the basis of the female's attack. The Arue'tii was better than that, better than to be frustrated at a blow from someone who could think well on their feet, it was simply a drive for him to think faster, to perform better.

The second item that removed the emotion was realized when he took a step towards the female, and found his right hand clutching against his chest, painful wheezing escaping involuntarily from the smile stretched along his face. The teacher spoke of embracing the pain, and though the words had likely been directed to the female, he could understand a secondary meaning upon himself as well.

Abelain took another weary step, his hand still clutched tightly against his torso. Another step, and another as he closed the distance towards his opponent. "You wounded me female, and I have wounded you." The steps became easier, though the hand clutching at his chest, and the pained noises escaping his smile continued. He spun what was left of the staff in his hand, pointing the blunt end outwards so that it acted much like a baton. "Once more into the fray."
[member="Knight Mullarus"] | [member="Tormax Ategann"] | [member="Illaudata Renovare"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

She was deaf to those around her. [member="Knight Mullarus"] , [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] , they may as well have talked to a wall. Her eyes remained on the wound, silent. She had screamed out as the pain filled her senses, overcoming any rational thought. Screamed until she couldn't anymore. As she stared though, something of what Mullarus had said finally sunk in. Give into the Dark, give into the pain. Use it. The terrified look in her eyes suddenly faded, as if something in her head clicked together. Slowly her once pale skin began to darken, going to Grey, and eventually to pitch black. A mark similar to another Sith, a mark of the Dark Side controlling. Illa no longer had control of her own body, having given it to survive. The beast would kill her otherwise. Her one good arm shot around, the Force reaching out like tendrils. All of her focus went to gripping the creatures throat, uncaring on how strong it may be. All her pain, hate, and anger fueled her in ways she didn't think possible, and she tried to crush its airways.

Hugged by the dark, she couldn't help but enjoy the sensation. A grin took over her form as the pain lessened. It was still there, still fueling her, but it didn't hurt. It was like a warm bath, washing over her in relief. A false relief. In this state she couldn't feel much, but once it faded everything would return ten fold. Cripple her in ways she couldn't imagine. But she was naive, young. Reckless. Soon she would be punished, but for now she was in a state of pure bliss.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Mullarus sat back and watched. He couldnt help but feel like the girl was somewhat familiar. For now, he watched the girl lash out with the Dark Side coarsing through her veins. It was actually rather attractive, Mullarus thought. He hadn't seen such natural talent before in a woman so young.

He remained silent, observing and excited for the outcome. Which would prevail? The mind, or the muscle?

[member="Illaudata Renovare"][member="Abelain Narv'uk"]

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

The Arue'tii stopped his approach and simply watched as the female's skin color changed to a black complexion and then continued watching as she lashed a hand out, obviously attempting to do something in the Force. Except, Abelain didn't feel anything change, practically nothing. There was the hint of pressure upon the exoskeleton around his throat, and suddenly he understood perfectly. "You're trying to force my hide into my neck? That is a practice in futility, female."

If that was all the female had planned, crushing his chitin into his true flesh, than there was plenty of opportunity for him to carry on. The being began his approach once more, cape having righted itself onto his back now and glaring it's pure red in the same manner that a bull fighter's might taunt the beast. His chest still hurt, hurt so bad that he didn't wish to remove the hand practically stuck there. "Use the pain. Use the pain." He repeated the mantra several times before it seemed like something flickered in his eyes; understanding.

"Use the pain, and the suffering, and the agony, and the wretchedness, and the scum, and the hate, and the rage, and the fiery thoughts." He hissed through the smile still covering his mouth. The baton twisted once more, and he began an approach, starting off slowly, but quickly gaining speed as he prepared himself to simply charge into the female, especially aiming towards her injured side.

All the while, he wondered what the teacher thought of the fight.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Regardless of [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] taunts she continued, her grip ever tightening in vain around his armored throat. She wasn't thinking, couldn't think. The Dark had her completely. It was thinking for her, acting for her, breathing for her. Illa's wild eyes focused on the alien, wide, crazy. But they also seemed hazy, unfocusing now and then. The blood dripping from her arm hadn't stopped, but it had slowed. Perhaps too late, but she could still fight. If only she could think. Wild eyes just watched the chitin armored foe pace towards her, offering no sense of resistance or avoidance. Even as he ran forward, she did nothing, just trying to crush his throat.

A pang of warning took hold as he got close though, something that should have gone off sooner. Now it was too late, and the baton slammed into her shoulder. Bones cracked, her brittle limb just going down limp. Between the hole and the now broken arm, only the skin still around the wound kept it in place. She didn't scream this time however. So into this dark rage she didn't even flinch. But something had changed. Blood that had slowed began to quicken, and her eyelids became droopy. The rage was tiring, overwhelming, and she wouldn't stay awake for much longer. But the grip around his throat had changed. Brutally so. No longer did she try to crush his throat, but throw him by the appendage. Rip him off his feet and send him away in a final bit of this blood lust. If it worked, or if it didn't, her form would slump, blood loss finally taking over her as she passed out cold.

Locked in unconsciousness however she felt all the pain of her wounds, and then some. She could not scream, could not wake. She was as still as death itself, but in her mind she was in a hell she could not fathom. When she awoke, if she did, this pain would only get worse.

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

The female did not stop her attempt at crushing his throat until he was already upon her, and then it was too late. The 'baton' in his hand struck into her shoulder, it's force seemingly doubled by the previous charge, energy transferring from it and into bone and flesh. The organic medium could not hold the weight of the power, and the wet crackle of bones that sounded was evidence enough that the fight was all but over.

Yet, it was not quite over. In a final act, a defiance against the natural order of things which by all means said she ought to fall, the female released a different type of attack upon the area she had concentrated for the last attack; the throat. This was not a crushing motion, but rather it was a rapid and powerful jolt, one that caught Abelain completely off guard. His hands shot upwards, releasing the wooden 'baton' and allowing it to be taken by gravity.

The hands were not strong enough, and he found himself thrown to the side like a rag doll, clattering upon the floor with a pained grunt, hands still pressed against his throat and neck. Had he not had the exoskeleton, and had he not went with the blow instead of attempting to resist it completely, it was very likely that his neck would have been broken. This was much more acceptable, and after a moment on the ground, the Arue'tii scrambled to his feet once more.

Massaging the chitin upon his neck as though it would do anything, he cast an observant glance to the fallen form of his opponent. In a moment, the scent of her freshly spilled blood reached him, and he felt the brief spurn of hunger within his stomach, something that had not been fully quenched by the drink of raw steaks, the desire to truly feast. Such a pull was restrained, and with unerringly slow steps, the Arue'tii approached the teacher.
"It is done."
[member="Illaudata Renovare"] | [member="Knight Mullarus"] | [member="Tormax Ategann"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

The sound of bones breaking poked at Mullarus like a boy poking a dead womp rat with a stick. The Sith Code taught of passion being the source of a Sith's power. Feeling pain was an intense emotion, a passionate one. Like all emotion, pain strengthened the Sith. The girl was no different. Her sudden influx in power, likely a result of the physical pain she had endured while battling his first arue'tii apprentice, seemed to turn her into a beacon of darkness. Perhaps this is what drove Mullarus' mind to suddenly find an admiration in the woman. Her sudden power, born of agony and reflecting of the Dark Side, acted like a ray of light, ironically, that bounced off of Mullarus, a mirror that reflected the dark. It brought out the passion Mullarus tried to bury for the time being as he evaluated the two novices of the Sith in their duel. In that moment, perhaps, he wanted the girl to come out on top for a moment. It had been some time since Mullarus felt such strange sensations boil over him. Who was this girl? Why was her presence suddenly so intoxicating? So...beautiful?

Regardless, he remained seated, though felt a sting of pain on his own shoulder as he watched [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] shatter the arm of the girl before him. Truthfully, Mullarus did expect Abelain to come out on top. In these tight quarters they battled in, the one most adept in their physical might was more likely to emerge the victor. Though, Mullarus still found himself with a sense of awe at how attuned to the Force the girl was. She might already be on par with himself, a Sith Knight. Her faults came from her lack of physical strength, which was something Mullarus was now certain he would work on with her.

His indigo eyes, almost with sorrow, watched as the aqua-haired girl collapsed onto the floor without her consciousness. Even in defeat, she manages to throw such a large-framed alien around the entire room like a ragdoll before admitting her demise. Indeed, this girl might have been the most interesting female Mullarus had ever met, even more so than the theowei woman who seemed to express some sort of romantic interest in the Knight. The romanticized student of a traitor who practically kissed the dirt Mullarus walked upon. Did the Knight want a woman who worshipped him like a god, or one who could one day defeat him in battle?

Abelain approached, clearly in as much pain as the girl was before she lost consciousness. Mullarus stood up, eyes locked on to the unconscious girl, "That it is. Well done, apprentice." his gaze turned to the massive alien, "You have demonstrated to me that my teachings have not been lost on you. Now, pay close attention to what I am about to do. This is a technique I learned recently from a friend." Private Konner by the door took a step forward in the girl's direction, to which Mullarus threw a hand over at, "No, Private."

"Ah- W-with all due respect, my lord, there is a medical bay just down the hallway. If you would allow me-"

"I appreciate your concern, Private Konner, but she is my apprentice. Therefore, my responsibility." With the words leaving his mouth, Abelain would now know his intention with the girl. However he would react to now sharing the title of Apprentice to Knight Mullarus was his own decision to make. Mullarus wouldn't miss the chance to train one so talented with the Force.

The Sith Knight then knelt over the body of the girl, with whom still had no real name. Just as he did to her on Dagobah, he raised a hand and placed it upon her. "You may be aware of certain Force abilities the Jedi use that allow them to use the Force to heal the wounds of their comrads. While such a power is one of the Light Side, there is such a power practiced by the Sith that works similarly. The difference is that in exchange for healing the wounds of your ally, you in turn take the pain of the wounds being inflicted upon you. It is a selfless act, not to mention a painful one, but it could save an ally's life. Watch closely, apprentice."

He closed his eyes, not looking forward to doing this again, but feeling satisfaction in knowing the pain felt wouldn't be nearly as severe as the first time he performed it on her. Her body now is not nearly as maimed as it was on Dagobah. "Pain is a weapon of the Dark Side. Absorb it, like a sponge to water. Welcome it to your body, and let the burdens being carried upon your ally's shoulders be whisked away..." He grit his teeth, the agonizing pain already beginning to crawl it's way up Mullarus' spine. It was like being slowly consumed by a sea of flames, but this time, Mullarus felt some comfort in the girl's wounds beginning to heal. Her shattered bones began to snap back together and the bruises given to her started to fade away. In less than a minute, her body would be perfectly healthy, as if she had never fought at all. Mullarus removed his hand from her and exhaled, staggering a bit and nearly collapsing from suddenly feeling dizzy. "A-are you alright, my lord?" asked Private Konner once more. Mullarus simply waved a hand, "Nothing i've never done before."

Mullarus waited, still kneeled beside the girl, to see if she would awaken, or remain unconscious. As he did so, he spoke to Abelain, "Do not take comfort in knowing you bested her, apprentice Narv'uk. She is a young, frail woman with no training. You are a massive beast of an alien with some experience with the Dark Side. Do not cease your practice, nor slow down thinking you are satisfied. There are billions stronger than her in the galaxy. Use her as a motivation, like I said earlier. Stay ahead of her. Fall behind, and you will know you have been slacking."

[member="Tormax Ategann"] / [member="Illaudata Renovare"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

The pain. Ashen skin had turned back to pale long before [member="Knight Mullarus"] had walked over, and the sudden withdrawal of the Dark's comforting embrace filled her with nothing but exaggerated pain. Everything she hadn't felt came back so much more intense, as if her body was on fire. If not for her unconscious state, she'd have started to scream and writhed, trying to escape it. But she was trapped, stuck. Broken.

Well. Until the Knight once more took her pain. He didn't get the exaggerated part, but her own lessened to nothing. Her arm was reconnected, blood ways sealed. She was fixed. Slowly her eyes opened as the haze of pain left, though not completely. Her body felt sore, and her head throbed, but still she stood up. A frown settled upon her lips as she looked over to [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] . He had bested her, much like the man in the cave. Well, not as badly, but still. How weak was she in this galaxy?

"You fight well." Even with her questions going on in her mind, she couldn't help but respect the beast that had bested her so easily.

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

Abelain gave a nod at the acceptance of his victory by the teacher, though his head did jerk up for a moment at the reference of the female being the teacher's apprentice. It seemed odd that the teacher would burden himself with two individuals at once, but it was not his place to question the decision, and so he did not. The Arue'tii lay his gaze upon the female as the teacher explained what he was about to do, an exchange of pain for health. In this scenario, it did not seem reasonable to the explorer that the teacher should harm himself for the defeat of another, but once more, it was not his place to judge.

It was curious. The operation seemed to be quite short, and yet Abelain could almost feel the build-up of pain in the teacher, at the same time, the distinct scent of blood seemed to lessen itself from the open, no longer spilling haphazardly upon the ground as it had before. The teacher stepped away, appearing to be in a state that the Arue'tii could relate.

The teacher spoke of not becoming prideful over his victory over the female, as she was inexperienced, and he had some training with the Dark side. Abelain couldn't help to scoff from behind his smile, eyes focusing on the teacher, expecting a smile or some other physical tell that would indicate the statement as a jest. He felt a jab in his chest, but it was not a physical one, rather it was a knife tearing into his pride. The being arose, twisting it's cape once more into position behind itself and shifting gaze to the pale female.
"You say she is inexperienced, and yet she was the one capable of uprooting me from my stance and unto the ground. She is weaker than I am physically, and yet her mental capabilities far exceed my own. You say that I am experienced in the Dark Side more so than she, and yet, if I knew any of the things that she has performed, do you think I would need to best her with a shattered stick? Which one of us is more experienced in shadowy arts, and still which one lies upon the floor."

Abelain dropped the 'baton', it having cracked nearly to pieces in the last blow upon the female. As she awakened to the land of the living, he examined her. She would survive, no doubt having benefited from the healing graces of the teacher. She spoke, and Abelain lost some of his previous tenseness, accepting the compliment as a concession of defeat. "You strike well also, female."
[member="Illaudata Renovare"] | [member="Knight Mullarus"] | [member="Tormax Ategann"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Mullarus saw where his first apprentice was coming from with his question. "Yes, but to you, swinging a blunt rod around like you can is a simple thing to do. To her, it is something she would need countless hours to practice, just as her ability to lift a giant alien into the air comes to her naturally. This is why I consider you and her opposites, Abelain. You will likely be harder to train to use Force abilities such as the one I just showed you than you were to show Lightsaber Form I. Not to mention she had just come back to reality from some kind of coma on Dagobah to the point where she remembers nothing of her life before today, and your mind is perfectly intact."

Finally, she woke up and staggered to her feet. He appreciated how she expressed her defeat to Abelain. "Everything where it should be? If so..." he then removed the long hilt of his crossguard lightsaber and ignited it, holding to the side. "Take a knee, apprentice. Today, if you still wish it, your new life will begin."

[member="Abelain Narv'uk"] / [member="Illaudata Renovare"] / [member="Tormax Ategann"]

 

[Tormax Ategann]

Tormax was glad to see the end of the fight be more civil, despite the brawl itself being somewhat brutal. He was also glad that the brawl was over. Not that it wasn't interesting, but because he had been doing nothing for the past few minutes but stand completely still. Tormax found it intriguing that the commander seemed to accept this girl as an apprentice simply because she was the opposite of her existing apprentice.

Tormax continued to do nothing as the apparent apprentice accepting ritual started. Just stand and watch...

[member="Abelain Narv'uk"] - [member="Illaudata Renovare"] - [member="Knight Mullarus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Lucky shot really. If it wasn't for your cape, I'd probably never have hit you. Which reminds me, dont wear capes." She spoke matter of factly, but she meant it with respect. The only reason she had succeeded with any damage was because of the cape covering his eyes. If he didn't have that, well. She'd wouodnt have lasted as long as she did. But her eyes shifted from the alien back to [member="Knight Mullarus"] . A slow nod was offers before she took a knee, bowing her head to him. If this was what being Sith was like, she wanted nothing more then to follow this path. Perhaps one day she'd be the victor of this clash when it happened again.

Or perhaps she could kill those like the man who mutilated her in the cave.

Her form bristled as she thought of that dark man. The pain of her mangled arms was still fresh in her head, sending shivers down her spine. She would not be reduced to that ever again, no matter what. Slowly she lifted her gaze, hate burning. "I accept this future."

 

[Krux Mullarus]

There it was again. Hatred burned in her eyes like wildfire. It was a passion deeper than one Mullarus had ever seen, save for the one he still felt for...

Jekyll...a name fitting for a demon masquerading around as an ordinary man. Mullarus wouldn't forget his betrayal.

The girl knelt. The girl. Mullarus promised her a name. Most Sith took on new names after gaining the privilege of being called a Darth. Mullarus could have done so, but he decided against it. He clung to his family name. The parents taken from him from the demon's deception. The name Mullarus was what Krux wanted to be known throughout the galaxy. Mullarus, warlord and conqueror of the One Sith Enpire. Mullarus, Knight of the Order of the Sith. Mullarus, one day to be Lord of the Order of the Sith. Goals were important to have.

But what about her?

Mullarus lowered his exotic, greatsword-like lightsaber over her shoulder, recently repaired of damage. "The will of the Force brought me to you. It is no coincidence I discovered you on Dagobah. I will train you because you have proven to me you are worthy of carrying the title. Sith. No. You are not Sith yet. A hopeful, yes, but a student, just like your new rival, Apprentice Abelain Narv'uk. I accept the burden of training two students. It has been done before, and I will join that pursuit. I am a lucky man to train such talented acolytes."

With that, he moved his lightsaber to her other shoulder. "Rise..." he took a deep breath, thinking as quickly as he could. "Acolyte...Fortuna"

[member="Illaudata Renovare"] / [member="Tormax Ategann"] / [member="Abelain Narv'uk"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Fortuna.The name rang clear in her head. It wasn't just some title, it ultimately was her name. Who she was. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she had something to say who she was. A name that no one could take away from her. Something Fortuna simply refused to forget.

She hadn't flinched as the burning blade was lowered close to her shoulder. Fortuna could feel the heat, but it wasn't that unbearable. It was comforting, the heat. Almost like part of her yearned for its touch. But those thoughts were never to rise, pushed down and forgotten with the rest of her past. All there was was the here and now.

"Now what do we do, master?"

 

[Krux Mullarus]

The Knight lifted his lightsaber back up and deactivated it, the crossguard blades shutting off first before the long, violet blade snapped itself back into the hilt. "Now...we rest. You two have exhausted yourselves, and I have a call to make. I will inform you on our next objective within the hour."

He made a gesture to Abelain, "Abe, you know where your quarters are. Fortuna's will be three doors to the west of yours. Please, do show her to them while I make my call. Stop by if either of you need anything, or ask a soldier. As my apprentices, you are to be treated as authority." He looked at Fortuna, "Especially you. I'm not a master of the healing ability just yet. Holler if something feels...out of place." It sounded humorous, but he didn't smile.

With that, he motioned over his three-man entourage, "Corporal, go with them." he said as he made his way out the door and down the corridor.

[member="Tormax Ategann"] / [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] / [member="Illaudata Renovare"]

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

The caped figure looked to the room's exit, taking notice of the pair of stormtroopers there for the first time. It seemed odd that the teacher insisted on having this individual escort them to their rooms, did he not trust their ability to navigate the large vessel, or was he simply attempting to train the soldier to understand it's commanders. Observation would yield results to those questions, now was the time to take the newly minted Fortuna to her quarters. "Follow."

The Arue'tii was unsure on why the teacher insisted on calling him Abe. That was not his name, nor was it an abbreviation with any meaning. That must have been one of the many strange and alien customs that he had encountered. It felt wrong to restrict an individual to a shortening of their name, as though you shortened their individuality and their identity to a trivial extent. No, it was likely just a common type of camaraderie among the aliens.

An idea occurred to the Abelain as they neared his quarters. The bloodless steaks still lay in storage inside, and a wonderful tool for their subsequent destruction was standing near him. "Corporal, I may require you for an activity. The Arue'tii looked to Fortuna, and then pointed down the hallway to a third door away from his own. "Your quarters, Fortuna."
[member="Knight Mullarus"] | [member="Illaudata Renovare"] | [member="Tormax Ategann"]