Private Family, Familiar, Forgotten.

[Serina Calis]

Location: Unknown Bunker, Chandrila
Tag: Jack Wright
​

The abandoned bunker deep beneath the surface of Chandrila was a stark contrast to the serene beauty of the world above. The air was cold and stale, thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of discharged blaster bolts. Flickering overhead lights cast intermittent shadows across the carnage—bodies of mercenaries lay strewn across the floor, their weapons scattered and their faces frozen in grimaces of pain and terror.

Serina Calis stood at the center of the chaos, her golden blonde hair concealed beneath a dark hood. Her armored bodice, adorned with faintly glowing crimson patterns, seemed to pulsate with the energy of the Force as she completed her grim task. Her lightsaber hung at her side, inactive—this was not a battle of blades but of calculated precision and ruthless efficiency. A blaster rested in her gloved hand, still warm from recent use, its purpose now fulfilled.

The last mercenary, a wiry human with desperate eyes, crawled across the floor, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. His voice trembled as he pleaded, his hands raised in surrender. "Please... I didn't know who you were... We were just following orders!"

Serina tilted her head, her piercing blue eyes narrowing as she regarded him with cold detachment. "You were useful, but loose ends have a way of unraveling plans. I can't afford that." Her voice was calm, almost soothing, but laced with an underlying menace.

"Wait—" the mercenary's plea was cut short as Serina raised her blaster and fired a single, precise shot. The man slumped to the ground, lifeless, his final words forever silenced.

She exhaled softly, lowering the weapon and surveying the room. The mercenaries had served their purpose, aiding in orchestrating the mechanical failure that had led to her parents' fatal speeder crash. They had been paid well but had unwittingly signed their death warrants in the process. Serina could not risk anyone tracing the threads of her involvement, not when the stakes were this high.

Her work was methodical and deliberate as she moved through the bunker, wiping data drives, destroying communication equipment, and gathering any physical evidence that could link her to the operation. The weight of what she had done did not linger on her conscience—it was necessary. Her parents' influence had become a liability to her ambitions, and their removal was a calculated step toward her ascension. Yet, the galaxy could never know the truth.

As she finished her task, a faint, almost imperceptible vibration ran through the floor beneath her boots. Her sharp instincts immediately kicked in. The sensor she had placed at the entrance to the bunker had been triggered. Someone had entered.

Serina extinguished the faint glow of her armor's patterns, blending seamlessly into the shadows of the dimly lit chamber. She moved with the silence of a predator, her presence disappearing into the ambient hum of the bunker. Whoever had arrived was either exceptionally bold or disastrously foolish.

From her concealed vantage point, she reached out with the Force, letting its currents flow through her senses. The intruder's presence was undeniable—a single individual, cautious but resolute. Serina's lips curled into a faint, predatory smile. If they had come seeking answers, they would leave with nothing but regret... or not leave at all.

She remained motionless, hidden in the darkness, waiting for the intruder to reveal themselves. Her breathing was steady, her heartbeat a measured rhythm. The shadows were her ally, and she would decide the moment to strike. For now, she listened and watched, a silent wraith in the gloom, ready to tie up one final loose end.

 

[Jack Wright]

(Tag: Serina Calis )

Yep... Yep. That right there, the smell of death.

Without any delay, the careful man pushed open one side of the rusted door with enough enhanced force, providing him a window to enter, stepps planted into firm steel, echoing in the otherwise dim chamber. Shifting his shoulders, Jack idly gazed around, hazel cautious behind his protective hood, having no desire for something disjointed to fall and bang his head.

The search in the Calis Residence resulting in a clue, tracing the remote detonation of the speeder all the way out here. A mystery to be sure, but honestly? A welcome one.

Considering the semi-personal nature to his being here, the Knight moved. Brushing his way down the dark halls, slow and methodical, leaving no room for a blatant assault that would ensnare the unweary. Were those chilling whispers in the air a trick of the wind?

Or a remnant to a history undiscovered?

Oh, lovely. Dead bodies, Jack clicked his tongue upon entering the wider room, the stench foretelling steps away from arrival, frowning in disgust at the caresses littered the the floor, smoking hues made by several holes in the bodies. Which suggested he wasn't exactly the first recent to arrive.

Nor was he alone...

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: Unknown Bunker, Chandrila
Tag: Jack Wright
​

The shadows seemed alive, wrapping around Serina Calis like an extension of her will. From her concealed vantage point, she watched the figure enter the chamber, his steps deliberate and methodical. The protective hood cast shadows over his face, but she could see enough—hazel eyes scanning the carnage with the practiced gaze of someone accustomed to violence. A Jedi. She almost laughed at the irony.

Serina remained motionless, hidden in the oppressive darkness, her breathing quiet and controlled. The Force hummed around her, responding to her desires as naturally as a heartbeat. She allowed its whispers to slip free, weaving her presence into the stagnant air.

"Such a grim place, isn't it?" Her voice emerged as a low, ethereal murmur, not from any one direction but from all around him. It was layered, a thousand whispers clawing at the edges of Jack's perception, threading through his thoughts like invasive tendrils. "Tell me, Knight, do you always follow the scent of death so willingly?"

She moved silently along the perimeter of the room, her presence a wraithlike suggestion at the edge of his awareness. The glow of her armored patterns was muted, but it flickered faintly with her movements, a haunting glimpse of crimson light just beyond his reach.

"You're careful. Methodical." Her voice seemed closer now, a disembodied taunt echoing from the walls. "Yet, for all your caution, you still came here alone. No backup, no reinforcements. Brave... or foolish?"

A faint ripple of the Force carried a subtle chill through the chamber, an unspoken reminder of her presence as Serina circled him, unseen. She allowed her words to linger, feeding into the unease she knew he would feel.

"Tell me, Jack." She dragged his name out like a teasing melody, her tone playful but dripping with malice. "What do you hope to find here? Justice for the dead? Answers to questions you're not ready to ask?"

Her voice grew softer, almost intimate, as though whispering directly into his ear. "Or perhaps, like all the others, you're just another pawn, sent to poke at shadows you can never hope to understand."

"This place has already claimed its victims," she continued, her voice dripping with dark amusement. "But I wonder, Knight... are you here to honor the dead? Or to join them?"

She leaned into the moment, savoring the thrill of watching her prey unravel. He was sharp—she could sense it—but she was better. The bunker was her domain, the shadows her ally, and she had no intention of revealing her hand too soon. For now, she would let him stew in his own uncertainty, his every step accompanied by the weight of her presence.

"Tell me," she purred, her voice fading into the distance as she withdrew further into the gloom, "do you believe in ghosts?"

And then, silence. The oppressive quiet of the bunker seemed louder than her whispers, as though the very air waited for Jack's response. Serina watched, waiting, her heart steady and her mind alight with the possibilities of this game. The hunt had begun.

 

[Jack Wright]

(Tag: Serina Calis )

...Whatever, or whoever, this shadowy figure was, they liked to talk.

Having just finished inspecting a - confirmed recent - corpse, Jack shifted back to both feet and immediately extended his sense, seeking through the mist of the dark. The answers came up short, but there's enough to be gleened from.

There was a presence. Watching him from the dark, taunting and goading to take the next steps, further into shadows. Knowing him by name, at that. Well, Jack bore a rugged smile, if it was an invitation.

Why not accept?

Exiting the wide room, Jack stepped further down the narrow corridors, the rusted scent of the bunker left an unappealing flavour, added to the stench of the Dark Side, slowly creeping over the walls. His hand tapped his right lightsaber, not yet unclipping, just as a precaution, as he knew the presence was following his every movement.

He can humour a game of cat and mouse; the question just was who was the cat.

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: Unknown Bunker, Chandrila
Tag: Jack Wright
​

Serina followed Jack through the narrow corridors like a wraith, her steps as silent as the breath of the shadows that clung to her. She watched him closely, observing the subtle tilt of his head, the way his hand lingered near his lightsaber but refrained from drawing it. The rugged smile on his lips didn't escape her notice either. Bold, this one. Confident. She liked that.

"You're a curious one," her voice purred, laced with a teasing, licentious undertone that coiled through the dark like smoke. "Bold, walking deeper into the lion's den. Or perhaps you're hoping the lion has claws."

The words seemed to drift from nowhere and everywhere at once, brushing against his senses like a lover's touch. Serina's presence in the Force grew stronger, wrapping around him like a velvet vice, teasing at his thoughts, at his focus. She let her aura seep into the air, not overwhelming but tantalizing—a dark siren's call that promised danger laced with allure.

"You carry yourself so carefully, Jack. So measured. So controlled. It's admirable, really." Her voice softened, a honeyed whisper that seemed to brush against the nape of his neck. "But tell me… do you ever get tired of that control? Don't you ever wonder what it might feel like to let go?"

Serina shifted in the shadows, staying just out of sight, letting her presence ebb and flow like a tide. She allowed herself a small smirk, imagining his every step, his every calculated move. He wasn't panicked—no, this one wouldn't break so easily. But that only made the game more exhilarating.

"I wonder," she continued, her tone dripping with playful malice, "what kind of man are you, truly? The kind who follows the rules, walking the straight and narrow? Or the kind who knows how to indulge... when no one's watching?"

Her voice dipped lower, sultry and intimate, as though she were leaning in close enough for her breath to graze his ear. "You know you can't resist it, can you? That faint pull in your chest. That little voice in the back of your mind, whispering to you to keep going. To find out just who I am… and what I might do to you."

She let the silence linger for a moment, the oppressive weight of the bunker closing in around him. Her footsteps were deliberate now, faint echoes in the corridor as she ensured he knew she was there, trailing him like a predator savoring the chase.

"Are you chasing me, Jack?" she finally asked, her voice lilting with mock curiosity. "Or am I chasing you?"

The flicker of her presence in the Force grew sharper for an instant, enough to send a shiver down the spine. It was the barest taste of her power, a promise of what lay in store if he dared to push further. Serina allowed herself a soft laugh, dark and melodic, the kind that carried the weight of both amusement and danger.

"Either way," she murmured, her tone a seductive caress, "I think I'm going to enjoy this little game. Let's see just how far you're willing to go."

 

[Jack Wright]

(Tag: Serina Calis )

Unable to hide his chuckle, Jack peered deep into the murk, knowing this enemy now to be a Sith. Only one could sound so seductive in darkness... And make his body react pleasantly in the process.

"You seem to have me at a disadvantage, my dear," He drawled back into the shade, continuing on his steps with measured weight. Find himself before a staircase, Jack quietly ventured downwards, pressing a hand softly to the ruined wall, addressing then with a wry smirk. "You're good at this, my third lightsaber seems to be activating."

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: Unknown Bunker, Chandrila
Tag: Jack Wright
​

The air in the corridor grew still, the oppressive weight of Serina's presence pulling back, replaced by a pregnant silence. For a moment, it seemed as though the shadows themselves recoiled in disbelief at the Jedi's words. Then, like the crack of a whip, her voice rang out, sharp and dripping with incredulity.

"Oh, really?" she snapped, her tone losing all of its prior seduction and instead brimming with exasperated disbelief. "That's the best you've got? 'Third lightsaber'? Truly, the peak of Jedi wit and charm."

From the darkness ahead, Serina stepped into view, her hood pulled back slightly to reveal the faintest gleam of her golden hair and piercing blue eyes that now rolled with dramatic flair. She crossed her arms over her armored chest, tilting her head as she regarded him with a mix of disdain and morbid curiosity.

"Tell me, Jack," she continued, her voice flat and biting now, "is that what passes for banter in the New Jedi Order these days? Because if so, I'm starting to understand why the Sith have had such an easy time dealing with you lot lately."

She began to pace slowly, circling him with deliberate movements, her eyes narrowing as if reevaluating him entirely. "I mean, here I am, carefully constructing an air of mystery and menace, weaving a tapestry of tension and dread, and that is how you respond? Honestly, it's almost insulting."

Serina stopped abruptly, planting her hands on her hips as she fixed him with a withering stare. "Do you even realize how much effort it takes to make the Dark Side both terrifying and alluring at the same time? And you go and ruin it with... that?"

Her lips twisted into a smirk, though there was no warmth in it, only a mocking amusement. "You're lucky I find you mildly entertaining, Jack. Otherwise, I'd have ended this charade the moment you opened your mouth." She gestured vaguely at him with a gloved hand. "But please, by all means, try again. Who knows? Maybe you'll surprise me."

The amusement lingered in her eyes as she folded her arms once more, tapping a finger against her elbow as if inviting him to redeem himself. "I'm waiting."

 

[Jack Wright]

(Tag: Serina Calis )

It was as if he was struck by a thunderbolt; or Force Lightning, to be more apt... The breath left him for a minute, it all clicked when she stepped into view, the Force presence, the features barely obscured by her hood, the figure...

The non-stop chatter.

"Serina...?" He breathed, hand just clutching at his lightsaber hilt, not yet activating nor removed from his belt. Hazel eyes stared wide, disbelief written all over, followed by confusion and...

Well, sorrow.

Plenty of it.

The next question to leave his breath stood just as dazed, if gutpunched, "What happened to you...?"

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: Unknown Bunker, Chandrila
Tag: Jack Wright
​

Serina tilted her head, her piercing blue eyes narrowing as she took in Jack's stunned reaction. For a moment, she let the weight of his disbelief and sorrow hang in the air, savoring it like the finest vintage. Then, with a dramatic sigh, she uncrossed her arms, placing a hand on her hip.

"Oh, Jack, you really do know how to ruin a moment, don't you?" she said, her tone dripping with mockery. "You get one glimpse of me, and suddenly all that bravado, all that oh-so-charming 'third lightsaber' nonsense, just evaporates. You've gone from sleazy to sappy in record time. Truly impressive."

Her eyes gleamed with dark amusement as she took a slow step forward, her cape trailing behind her with deliberate grace. "And that look on your face—priceless, by the way. Like a wounded tooka who just realized it was chasing its own tail. But I digress. Since you've recognized me, I suppose it would be rude not to give you a little update, for old times' sake."

She stopped, just far enough to remain out of reach but close enough for her voice to wrap around him like a silk noose. Her smirk widened, the mockery in her expression deepening.

"You're looking at a ghost, Jack. The Serina you remember? She's gone." Her voice dropped slightly, losing some of its playful tone, though the edge of malice remained. "Or maybe you already heard the story. It made for such excellent Jedi gossip, didn't it? 'The fall of Serina Calis,' they must have called it. The Padawan with the prophecy no one could figure out—until it was too late."

She leaned forward slightly, her tone becoming conspiratorial. "Valery Noble," she said, enunciating the name with venomous precision. "Your shining beacon of Jedi purity. She killed me, Jack. Right there in the Temple, in front of everyone. It wasn't even dramatic. No speeches, no last-minute redemption arc. Just cold, clinical, and oh-so-righteous."

Her smirk twisted into something darker as she straightened, her gaze never leaving his. "But that's the thing about prophecies, isn't it? They don't end with a single act. No, they're messy. They linger. They unravel and reform until they can't be ignored. And mine?" She gestured grandly to herself. "Well, let's just say it didn't stop with my death."

Her expression softened, just slightly, as if mocking the idea of genuine regret. "What happened to me, you ask? I embraced the truth, Jack. The truth about the Force. About myself. About the galaxy. And, lucky for you, I'm feeling charitable enough to share it."

She took another step closer, her presence in the Force pressing down on him like a stormcloud threatening to break. "You Jedi—always chasing control, always clinging to your brittle code. And yet here you are, face-to-face with someone you failed to save, clutching your precious lightsaber like it's a security blanket." Her smile turned razor-sharp. "Tell me, Jack, how does it feel? To know you couldn't stop this?"

Serina's gaze bore into him, her words laced with both contempt and the faintest hint of triumph. "Go on," she purred, tilting her head ever so slightly. "Say something clever again. Or are you fresh out of embarrassing remarks?"

 

[Jack Wright]

(Tag: Serina Calis )

Very few moments where Jack was, indeed, at a loss of words, this was just appropriately one of them. He stared, watching the fallen Jedi saunter back and forth like a lazy predator, enjoying taunting her stunned prey.

He hadn't known Serina long, enough to establish some real bond, but her presence was missed over the passing of months. He had heard rumours of... Something going down, between her and the Grandmaster, but it was in passing. He was... Well, actually, Jack didn't know where he'd been.

But now here she was, in the flesh. As something...

Vile.

Until, eventually, the makings of a new smile cracked onto his lips. With a perked brow, Jack's answer would emerge, much more softspoken.

"That hood's doing wonders for your figure, my dear... And your eyes. A lovely shade."

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: Unknown Bunker, Chandrila
Tag: Jack Wright ​

Serina stopped mid-step, her expression freezing in place as the words reached her. For a moment, the sheer audacity of Jack's response left her momentarily stunned—not that she'd admit it. Her piercing blue eyes narrowed, scrutinizing him as if trying to discern whether he was genuinely this foolish or simply trying to rile her up.

She placed a hand on her hip, her other brushing lightly against her cape as if collecting herself, and let out an exaggerated sigh. "You… cannot be serious," she muttered, tilting her head and fixing him with an incredulous look. "Jack, I just explained that I was killed—literally murdered—by a Grandmaster of the Jedi Order. I've come back as something far greater than you can comprehend, and this is what you focus on?"

She gestured vaguely at her hood, then her face, her armored bodice glinting faintly in the dim light. "Are you honestly trying to flirt with me right now? In a bunker full of corpses? With this as your backdrop?" Her voice carried a note of genuine concern, as though she couldn't quite believe what she was hearing.

Taking a slow step closer, her eyes scanned his face with mock seriousness, as though she were diagnosing some terrible illness. "I think I underestimated you, Jack. This isn't bravery—it's a death wish. Or maybe something worse. Have you hit your head recently? Suffered a concussion? Some kind of… lingering trauma from the Temple I wasn't aware of?"

Her tone became faintly mocking, her lips curling into a sharp smile. "Because I can't decide if you're hopelessly sleazy or catastrophically stupid. Either way, I'm beginning to think this isn't going to be much of a challenge after all."

Still, despite her words, there was a flicker of something deeper behind her amusement. Concern? No, that wasn't quite it. Curiosity, perhaps. Jack's refusal to take her entirely seriously, even now, was… unusual.

Unexpected. And though it grated on her, it also intrigued her. For now, she kept her distance, folding her arms as she leaned lazily against the wall, her gaze fixed on him.

"Alright, let's humor this little game of yours," she said, her voice low and laced with sardonic amusement. "If you're so captivated by my appearance, let's see how long that fascination lasts when you realize what I've become." Her smile widened, sharp and predatory. "It's not going to end well for you, my dear."

Despite herself, Serina couldn't help but find the exchange… entertaining. If nothing else, Jack was proving to be more resilient—and more ridiculous—than she'd anticipated. For now, she'd let him have his fun. After all, the end of this little reunion was inevitable. She would make sure of it.

 

[Jack Wright]

(Tag: Serina Calis )

"Oh, I heard every word my dear. Can't blame me for appreciating the finer things," Jack grinned, his tactic of disarming her ramblings worked like a charm.

All levity aside, however.

Pushing a hand through secluded locks, the Jedi got straight to the point, tone much more sympathetic, "Serina, I wasn't there when it all went down;; the last I saw of you was on that camping trip, on that jungle world. Where you vanished, and the whispers, I... Well I guess I was in denial." He hopelessly shrugged, passing off a poignant smile, "And despite where this goes, how this ends, I am pleased to see you, that you're alive."

Letting the silence linger, the scorned Acolyte's move to talk. And talk she will, Jack fully-knew it; maintaining his posture aloof, if careful, smile unwavering from rugged features.

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: Unknown Bunker, Chandrila
Tag: Jack Wright ​

Serina's smile returned, sharp and venomous, her piercing blue eyes locking onto Jack's with unflinching intensity. She let the silence between them stretch, savoring the weight of his words, the emotion behind them—a gift she had no intention of returning.

"Alive?" she finally purred, her voice as smooth as silk but dripping with contempt. "Oh, Jack, you're as naive as ever. I'm not 'alive.' I'm something far beyond that now. The girl you knew on that jungle world—she's gone. Dead. The Jedi made sure of that. All that's left is this—and believe me, what I am now is so much more than she could ever hope to be."

She stepped closer, her movements fluid, predatory, as if closing the distance was as much a taunt as her words. Her gaze raked over him with a cruel amusement, her smirk deepening. "And yet, here you are, playing the part of the noble Jedi, offering your little scraps of sympathy as though they mean something to me. 'Pleased to see me'? How touching. But spare me your sentimentality, Jack—it's as hollow as that wretched Order you cling to."

Her tone shifted, gaining an edge of malice as she began to pace around him, circling like a predator sizing up its prey. "Do you know what I see when I look at the New Jedi Order? Weakness. Hypocrisy. They shackle themselves to their precious 'Light Side,' pretending it's some untouchable beacon of purity, when in reality, it's just as malleable, just as corruptible, as any other tool. And that's all the Force is, Jack. A tool. One that I will bend to my will, as easily as I would bend a blade of grass."

Her voice grew darker, laced with a cruel amusement as she leaned in closer, her breath brushing against his ear. "You see, my dear, I have plans for the New Jedi Order. Grand plans. I'm going to take everything they hold sacred, everything they've built, and desecrate it. I'll twist their precious Light Side into something unrecognizable, something they can't even comprehend. It won't guide them anymore—it will serve me. Just like they will."

She pulled back slightly, just enough to let her words sink in, her gaze boring into him as she continued. "Imagine it, Jack. A galaxy where the Jedi no longer stand as defenders of peace and justice, but as pawns to my whims. Their ideals, their principles, their very purpose—all warped into something grotesque, something beautiful. They'll be mine, body and soul, their Light a mere shadow of its former self."

Her smirk turned licentious, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper as she added, "And you, Jack? You'll see it happen. You'll watch as everything you've sworn to protect crumbles under my hands, and you'll finally understand just how pointless it all was. How pointless you are."

She straightened, the cruel amusement in her eyes mingling with the dark satisfaction of someone utterly convinced of her superiority. "So, by all means, hold onto your little smile. Cling to your noble posture. Tell yourself this ends with you somehow pulling me back into the fold. It's almost endearing, really. But deep down, I think you already know the truth."

Her gaze hardened, her smirk fading into a cold, predatory stare. "This doesn't end with redemption, Jack. It ends with domination. Mine."

Serina turned slightly, as if dismissing him, though her presence in the Force pressed down on him like a stormcloud ready to break. "Now then," she added, her tone mocking once more, "why don't you tell me how 'pleased' you are to see me again?"

 

[Jack Wright]

(Tag: Serina Calis )

But little did Serina know, amidst all the yapping and mockery all Sith youths high on newfound power fall suspectible to, Jack had been gathering his power. In an instant, he thrusted it out of his left palm, letting the Force unleash by a simple command.

With enough force to collide her into the wall, behind. The intention only to stun, pin her there if she was weak in the barrier department.

Left palm still outstretched, the Knight took a cautious step forward, "You know," Stopping just there, maintaining his distance, "For all that talk, no wonder the Grandmaster cut you down if you just keep patting yourself on the back, decrying everything you felt has done you wrong."

Jack's smile remained sympethetic, but hazel hardened in certainty. Unclipping his right saber, the Jedi didn't yet activate, addressing his fallen peer with raised, poignant eyebrows.

"All you do is talk, and talk, without the faintest idea what you're talking about. For all your bluster, you're still a student, Serina."

An azure glow hummed in the air. His smile was forlorn, but resolute.

"And I'm your educator."

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: Unknown Bunker, Chandrila
Tag: Jack Wright ​

The impact against the wall was abrupt, but Serina barely flinched. Her barrier had absorbed most of the Force, though the jolt of it, the audacity of his move, sent a ripple of anger through her. For a moment, she stood pinned, her head tilted forward, golden locks spilling over her face as she remained eerily still.

Then, laughter. Low at first, soft and venomous, but quickly rising into something twisted and chilling—a psychotic symphony echoing through the corridor. She slowly raised her head, piercing blue eyes glinting with a dark, unhinged light as she met his gaze. Her lips curled into a wicked grin, her expression a mixture of cruelty and unrestrained amusement.

"Oh, Jack," she purred, her voice dripping with licentious venom. "You're adorable. Truly, you are. 'All I do is talk,' you say. And yet, here you are, hanging on my every word, trembling at the very sound of my voice. You act so confident, so certain, but we both know the truth. You're scared. Scared of me. Scared of what I've become. Scared of what I'll do to you."

She pushed back against the Force pinning her, her power surging as she let her rage and amusement intertwine. The pressure weakened for a moment, enough for her to step forward slightly, her movements slow and deliberate, as if daring him to act. "And an 'educator'? Oh, my dear Jack, is that what you're calling yourself now? Teaching me? Guiding me? Let me tell you something about education."

Her tone shifted, becoming sharp and venomous as she pointed a gloved finger at him. "The only lesson I ever needed was taught to me by Valery Noble—and it wasn't redemption, it wasn't hope, and it certainly wasn't restraint." Her voice dropped to a low, sultry hiss, laced with malice. "She taught me that if you want to survive, you crush anything and anyone who stands in your way. And if you want to thrive, you don't just survive—you dominate. You take everything they hold dear and make it your plaything."

Her smile widened, manic and predatory, as she took another slow step forward. "And you think you can stop me? With that little toy of yours?" She gestured to his ignited saber with a casual flick of her wrist, her mocking tone layered with seductive venom. "Go on, Jack. Play teacher. Show me your techniques. Swing your little blade at me and see how far it gets you."

She leaned forward slightly, her voice becoming a dark, intimate whisper that coiled around him like smoke. "But don't mistake me for one of your students. I'm not here to learn from you, Jack. I'm here to break you. Piece by piece, until there's nothing left but the parts of you I can use."

Her aura surged, dark and oppressive, her words carrying a psychotic edge now. "You want to call me a student? Fine. Then let me show you what I've learned. Because, my dear 'educator,' you're about to find out just how little you actually know."

She stood her ground, her grin twisting into something cruel and ecstatic, the Force coiling around her like a predator ready to pounce. "Come on, Jack. Teach me." Her tone was dripping with venom, her gaze daring him to strike. "Let's see if you're as good as you think you are—or if you're just another broken thing waiting for me to fix."

 

[Jack Wright]

( Serina Calis )

Okay, by this point his eye were gonna roll themselves to high heavens. Force will it, Jack was beginning to believe her never having a teacher prior wasn't an accident...

Cautiously, Jack withdrew his free hand, pulling out some Force-suppression cuffs, having brought some on the off-chance. He smirked warily, approaching the young, Fallen Jedi, not exactly ready to make himself believe this was going to be easy, if last time taught him any of her tricks.

His right saber raised, calm if mirthful, "Turn around, you're coming with me."

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: Unknown Bunker, Chandrila
Tag: Jack Wright ​

Serina stared at him for a moment, her expression frozen as if she couldn't quite process what she was hearing. And then, she broke into laughter—loud, mocking, and filled with unrestrained, dark amusement. Her head tilted back as the sound echoed through the chamber, the kind of laughter that spoke of sheer disbelief at the sheer stupidity of what she'd just heard.

"Are you serious?" she managed between fits of laughter, her voice rising with incredulous glee. "You're actually serious, aren't you?" She brought a gloved hand to her mouth as if to stifle her laughter, though it did little to hide her wicked grin.

Her piercing blue eyes snapped back to him, alive with manic delight. "Oh, Jack, you poor, sweet, delusional fool. You think you can just waltz in here, throw a few half-hearted quips, and slap some Force-suppression cuffs on me like I'm some petty criminal? What, do you think I'm going to turn around, hands raised, and say, 'You got me, officer, take me away'?!" She threw her arms wide, as if presenting herself for arrest, before immediately letting them drop with a mocking scoff.

Her voice dripped with venomous sarcasm as she began to pace, her movements slow and exaggerated, like a predator toying with its prey. "Tell me, Jack, is this really your plan? You're standing there, all smug with your glowing stick, expecting me to just… comply? Because what? You asked nicely?" She let out another mocking laugh, shaking her head. "No wonder the Jedi have been losing their edge."

Serina turned sharply, her eyes locking onto him with a chilling intensity, her grin widening into something predatory. "Let me make something very clear to you, educator. I am not some cowering initiate waiting for your guidance. I am not some lost lamb begging to be brought back to the flock. I am the wolf in your midst, Jack, and you're standing there like a shepherd who doesn't even realize the gates are wide open."

She took a step forward, her voice low and dripping with malice. "You think you can take me? Arrest me? Drag me back to the Temple and parade me around as some sort of victory for your dying Order? Oh, Jack… you've miscalculated so badly, it's almost tragic."

Her gaze dropped to the cuffs in his hand, and she let out a derisive snort. "Those? Those are for cowards and weaklings. And while you might fit the first category, I'll give you credit—you're not weak. Just painfully, hilariously stupid."

She tilted her head, her tone shifting to one of almost playful cruelty. "But please, go ahead. Come closer. Put those shiny little cuffs on me. I'd love to see you try." Her smirk widened, her teeth glinting faintly in the dim light. "Let's see who ends up pinned to the wall this time."

Serina's presence in the Force surged again, oppressive and suffocating, a stormcloud of dark power that promised devastation if Jack took even one step closer. She stood there, radiating confidence and amusement, her arms slightly outstretched as if daring him to make his move. Suddenly computer systems shuttered out with an EMP like effect as the shadows seemed to move all themselves. Something was happening.

"Come on, Jack," she whispered, her voice a low, seductive taunt. "Arrest me."

And Serina, for all her theatrics, knew it too. The faintest flicker of satisfaction crossed her features, her amusement deepening as she watched the growing uncertainty in his stance. She didn't need to say it, but the look in her eyes made it clear: This game was far from over.

 

[Jack Wright]

(Tag: Serina Calis )

By the sudden dimness of the room, his lightsaber the true main source of light, Jack whipped around, no longer seeing anything with his eyes. In a moment's hesitation, he smirked then.

"Ahh, you think darkness is your ally?" The Jedi mused, maintaining his footing as he gazed around, openly cautious, "You merely adopted the-"

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: Unknown Bunker, Chandrila
Tag: Jack Wright ​

Serina didn't even let Jack finish his quip. She let out an exaggerated, amused sigh, crossing her arms as the sound of boots echoed through the room. A series of heavy, deliberate thuds broke the tension, synchronized like a drumbeat of inevitability. The oppressive darkness suddenly gave way as harsh, industrial lights flickered on overhead, bathing the room in an artificial glow that made every shadow scatter.

Standing at the edges of the chamber, poised and resolute, was a line of House Calis Guards. Their polished armor gleamed in the cold light, bearing the sigil of the once-illustrious Calis family emblazoned prominently across their chests. Blasters were raised, but not aimed. For now. They stood like statues, silent and solemn, a striking contrast to the grinning woman they served.

"Ah, there you are," Serina said with exaggerated relief, as though she hadn't orchestrated the entire thing. She placed a delicate hand on her chest, turning toward the guards with a theatrical display of gratitude. "I was beginning to think you'd abandoned me to this savage!"

The lead guard, a burly man with a steely gaze and the posture of a lifelong soldier, stepped forward, lowering his blaster as he addressed her with absolute deference. "Lady Calis," he said, his voice firm and respectful, "we were monitoring the situation as per your instructions. Are you unharmed?"

Serina tilted her head, her golden hair catching the light, a soft smirk tugging at her lips. "Unharmed? Oh, barely," she purred, her tone dripping with mock vulnerability. "Our dear Jedi friend here decided he'd rather threaten and manhandle me than speak civilly. You know how they are—always so quick to resort to violence when things don't go their way."

The guards remained stoic, but the faintest twitch of amusement passed through their ranks. The female guard closest to Serina, a young woman with dark hair pulled into a tight bun and bright, eager eyes, visibly perked up at Serina's words, her fingers tightening on her blaster.

"My Lady," the female guard said, stepping forward with a protective edge to her voice, her tone filled with reverence. "Do you need us to escort this… intruder off the premises? He has no right to be here, not after threatening you."

Serina turned to the guard, her blue eyes softening as she reached out to place a gloved hand lightly on the woman's armored forearm. "Oh, Mira," she said in a sweet, almost intimate tone, her voice dropping to a honeyed whisper. "You're always so eager to defend my honor. It's adorable, truly. But we mustn't be too harsh on him, poor thing." She cast Jack a sideways glance, her smirk widening. "He's clearly confused."

The guard, Mira, straightened under Serina's touch, her cheeks flushing faintly as she nodded. "Of course, Lady Calis. Whatever you wish."

Serina let her fingers linger for a moment before withdrawing them with a flourish, her attention returning to the larger group. She sighed dramatically, brushing an invisible speck of dust from her armored bodice, ensuring the movement drew attention to the intricately designed, glowing patterns. "I must say," she continued, addressing the room now, "it's exhausting being constantly misunderstood. Here I am, just trying to… what was it again, Jack? Oh, right. 'Adopt the darkness.'" She chuckled softly, shaking her head as though the idea was ridiculous.

The guards chuckled quietly, though the lead guard quickly restored order with a sharp glance, keeping the situation professional. Still, the air in the room was electric, charged with the unmistakable camaraderie between Serina and her loyal entourage. They weren't just following orders—they were enjoying this just as much as she was.

"Let me be perfectly clear," Serina said, turning back to Jack, her tone laced with feigned innocence and just a hint of malice. "These fine individuals allowed you into this site out of the goodness of their hearts, in the spirit of cooperation. But now, you've made it quite clear that you've come here with less than honorable intentions. Tsk, tsk." She wagged a finger at him, her grin playful, almost flirtatious. "And here I thought Jedi were supposed to be paragons of virtue."

One of the guards—a tall man standing to her right—chimed in with mock solemnity, "Should we file this as an official complaint against the New Jedi Order, my Lady? This kind of behavior shouldn't go unreported."

Serina laughed lightly, the sound smooth and melodic, though it carried an undercurrent of wicked amusement. "Oh, I don't know. That might be a little petty, don't you think?" She paused, then leaned slightly closer to the guard, her voice lowering conspiratorially. "Then again… I do love a little pettiness now and then."

The guards allowed themselves faint smiles at that, their loyalty to her evident in their relaxed yet attentive stances. Mira's eyes practically sparkled as Serina gave her a quick glance, the younger woman hanging on every word.

Finally, Serina turned back to Jack, placing a hand lightly on her hip, her smile widening into something dazzlingly cruel. "So, my dear educator, what's the plan now? Are you going to arrest me in front of my own family's guards? Slap those cuffs on me while they stand here watching?" She tilted her head, her voice dripping with mock curiosity. "I'm sure they'd love to see you try."

The room fell silent, the tension thick as Serina's grin lingered, her confidence radiating in every line of her body. The guards stood ready, their weapons lowered but their stances firm, watching for any move Jack might make. This was her game, and she was playing it to perfection.

 

[Jack Wright]

(Tag: Serina Calis )

...

Well. Kriffing. Played.

He knew the game, what was expected. Silently lowering his still-active lightsaber, Jack threw his opponent the most deadpan glare with a hint of disappointment, realizing she had no intention of battling him in combat; everything she said and did was all a stalling tactic, to put him as the aggressor.

Well, he wasn't about to make it easy for her. Clearing his throat, the man's voice carried.

"I'm afraid there's been a misunderstanding," Maintaining a steady resolute, Jack handled this with precision, smirking lightly with a gestured hand, in Serina's direction. "Your Lady is a suspect in a criminal investigation related to the deaths at House Calis, alongside being a known refugee of the Jedi Order. In the name of the Galactic Alliance and New Jedi Order, I must bring her in for questioning; you and your entire guard are subject to Galactic Law, and hence must cooperate."

Even as he finished, both of Jack's brows raised in exasperated expectation, waiting for the inevitable tricks she was due to pull out from her overdressed sleeves, this time.