For 'e Em'pra!

[Jihta Heidjr’Oshan]

The asha'ladier known as Jihta looked around the landing pad she had been deposited on. Beside her was her protocol droid, and the strange man who had brought her here. She was different he said, and different in bad way. So she was brought here.

Looking at the Citadel, she felt it looked just as odd as every other human built thing. Sure she could recognize the efficiency of a tower, and she knew they lacked suitable building material like the giant mushrooms back home, but it was still odd. The top should be the biggest part not the bottom. Following the man's instructions, she entering the building looking rather annoyed.

Jihta was an asha'ladier. Asha'ladier made things. They did not go to weird large bottom buildings because shadowy men tell them so. Except Jihta had chosen to leave the asha'ladier. To create weapons for them. Weapons that had never been loved or used back home, but these Atrisian humans seemed to covet. Jihta wanted to get back to making weapons.

 

[Darth Libertas]

@Jihta Heidjr'Oshan

Who better to greet the adorable and deadly rabbit than Mirien's lawfully subjugated slave, resident sadist and psychopath on a leash Naamah Aesham? She was ideally suited to give the rabbit a good welcoming and acclimate her to the twilight world of the Inquisition.

Naamah had been watching as the vessel bearing Ishta and the Inquisitor guarding her had touched down upon the landing pad. Guards standing sentinel were posted at various locations, ever watchful, but their presences hidden in the Force, though she knew they were there. Inquisition never slept, it never dropped its vigilant watch, even now she still felt like the eyes of the Grand Inquisitor Mirien Valdier were upon her, though from what she had heard the Great Mistress was working on assignments too secret for someone of her lowly rank to know.

The click of her booted feet could be heard on the stone cold ground of the Citadel as she came towards Ishta, who would be led into great hall, the Inquisitor coming down the stairs. There was little illumination inside the Citadel except that provided by simple candles at this moment, it was already dark outside, though the moon shone in. The Citadel and its towers were large, immense even, the corridors wide, constructed such to remind the subject that in the greater scheme of things no matter what their powers they were just cogs in a greater machine.

Of course, Inquisitors could not be wasted. They were precious resources, to be preserved. It was better to correct the errors in the ways of a recalcitrant novice than kill them.

Mirien had showed that when she tore down the tunnel to save her Inquisitors, placing herself in mortal danger.

Naamah would not admit weakness to anyone, but a part of her hoped to make the cold woman - even the pure chill emanating from her was welcome - proud and so she was a bit excited about this assignment.

Eyes that shone with the power of the darkside, appearing a sulfuric yellow for a moment, fell upon the Asha'ladier as she stepped down the stairs. Naamah wore her human form, that of a beautiful young woman with blonde hair worn short military style, a look of irreverence written upon her features. Dressed she was in the robes of her Order. Crimson leather, blue and purple undersuit as befitted her rank of Interrogator. Forearm bracers bore the symbol of the Atrisian Empire. For this occasion she had dispensed with the glassteel mask.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in. Another novice bristling with the Force to join our happily twisted little family," she spoke as she focused her eyes upon Ishta, levitating herself slightly with the Force to glide down the last steps.

"Come a long way from your people, haven't you? I'd say you've heard of us before...but we're good at staying out of the public eye. Welcome to the Inquisition, your new family, life, purpose. You have a great gift...and you will use it for us, be our weapon. Or die if you disobey. There's no retirement package, no dropout programme. You hunt, kill, punish...design tools of purgation for us."

 

[Jihta Heidjr’Oshan]

Jihta listened as her droid translated the strange alien woman's words. Either the droid was mistranslating, or this woman was saying very odd things. The small engineer's nose twitched quickly as she sniffed the air, and her ears laid flat against her hair.

She spoke in her native language, somewhere between squeaks and jittering, and the droid translated back. "Mistress Jihta says she builds weapons, and your 'Inquisition' does not pertain to that. She also comments, and I apologize for her wording, that you 'smell funny' and asks what species you really are."

 

[Darth Libertas]

Naamah's lips twisted into an amused smirk as the droid translated what the rabbit said. "Girl's gotta have her secrets. Big brain like you, sure you'll find out. And I believe Slave Jihta does not comprehend her place in things and needs a small demonstration. No worries, family is all about helping and understanding."

At that she raised a gloved hand, opening the palm of it before closing it once more, the Force rushing through her as she harnessed it, letting the inner darkness that animated her fuel her power. Naamah was still very much as the start of her journey into the deeper mysteries of the Force...there was so much that still eluded her and she had yet to actually engage an equal in combat, but she was a fast learner particularly when it came to inflicting pain.

Her fist enclosed around Jihta's throat, grip tightening with every second that passed so that soon breathing would become very difficult, as she sealed off her airways and choked her, with just enough force to make her squirm and briefly be raised upwards into the air before Naamah released her.

"That's the gift you have, hun, and that's just the foreplay. It's simple. You learn to harness it, to use it for us, or you die. Such wonderful things the Mother can show you. And if you're really good girl...we'll let you build weapons. Devastating weapons to wipe out our enemies. Like this here. Let you make them better," at that she made a gesture and the Purge Handgun that was holstered on her thigh flew into her hand and she activated it brielfy to show the stream of flame.

 

[Jihta Heidjr’Oshan]

White eyes widened as she felt the pressure on her throat. She struggled as she was pulled into the air then dropped. Jihta had been attacked, and while she had no idea what the strange alien has said there was only one thing in her mind. Danger, defend!

She chittered a sound, which caused an immediate response from the protocol droid. His arm opened up to reveal a blaster that he immediately used to shoot at the strange woman with all the while saying "I'm terribly sorry about this!"

The short engineer reacted as well, charging the blonde. Her small mouth opened wide to reveal a row of large sharp teeth normally used to bite through the tough fungi on her home planet. It worked even better on skin as she leaped to bite the taller woman's arm.

 

[Darth Libertas]

In a flash Naamah's lightsabre was in her hand and sprang into existence as the droid drew its blaster. She spun it fast to reflect the rounds, slashing them away in the air so that they shot back. One would strike the droid in the torso, two other in the leg so that it would clutter to the ground, the smell of burnt electronics filling the air.

But then the rabbit charged while Naamah was distracted, moving with great speed. Naamah was about to whirl around and take the woman down with a hard, force reinforced kick to the face when she felt a sharp pain as Jihta leapt and her very sharp teeth tore through her arm, biting hard.

Naamah's reaction was...sort of unexpected. Someone else might have yelped from the pain and the Clawdite did cry out, but then moaned..from pain, pleasure, perhaps both. A grin crossed her lips. Oh, I like this one....she's got spunk, she thought and brought up her knee to ram it into Jihta and unleashed a telekinetic blast against her.

 

[Jihta Heidjr’Oshan]

The knee hurt, but asha'ladier were tough. Especially on wimpy low gravity worlds like this. That fact also made them exceptionally strong, so Jihta grabbed on tight and held on through the telekinetic blast. She had no idea what was going on, what hidden weapon was allowing her to do these strange things.

Jihta decided to beat it out of her.

Shifting her weight, Jihta kicked with her own small but very strong legs at the taller woman. The protocol droid lay in a a heap, its head still very much active. "Oh dear, I seem to have become damaged mistress Jihta. I must inform you this may negatively affect my performance."

Then it seemed to realize it had spoken in the wrong language, and repeated it in the engineer's language.

 

[Darth Libertas]

The rabbit might be small but she had a hard kick as Naamah soon discovered. The Clawdite sought to dodge but then found herself battering rammed as the Jihta brutally kicked at her, making the taller woman stagger and stumble. Her lightsabre swept downward in a fast sweep meant to force Jihta to jump or dodge lest her limbs make contact with the dazzling red blade and suffer burns. The goal was not to deprive her of limbs, something on which the Clawdite would not have been able to concentrate since she was busy dealing with the rabbit's legs smashing into her, but if a hit was scored it would burn nicely.

Gripping the blade Naamah leapt up high and backflipped through the air, moving at a speed a normal sentient could not match as the Force flowed through her.

"Beautiful. Vicious. I like you already. Your anger gives you power....power to destroy...if you can control it. We can show you true power...show you the gift I have...like the gift to do this..."
Landing upon her feet, she stood dead in her track as her eyes, a sulfuric yellow as she sunk further into the dark side, she visualised the rabbit's lungs and concentrated deeply as she drew on her powers, reaching with the woman's chest. Her grip would be painful, hopefully forcing the rabbit to cough, feel like she was drowning, choking and forcing spasms from her. Naamah was far from being a master and this required a great deal of concentration, but she put all her power into it. "And you will build death machines for us. Beautiful weapons to wipe out the Empire's enemies, make the bend to us."

 

[Jihta Heidjr’Oshan]

The droid was having trouble keeping up with translating, its circuits perhaps a bit on the damaged side. So when Naamah spoke, it started translating in random languages leaving Jihta hopelessly clueless on what was being said. Instead she coughed as air was somehow forced from her lungs. This was worrisome, but mostly it just made the asha'ladier angry. Jihta was not especially known for doing the smart thing when angry.

"Mistress Jihta says she has no idea what you are saying," the droid managed as Jihta forced what little air was left from her lungs. Then she started pushing forward, despite the grip inside her. Moving to her attacker so she could bite the strange smelling woman again.

@[member="Naamah Aesham"]