Grasp it With Your Mind [Xavka Duquo]

[Darth Ophidia]

Ophidia walked back and forth, keeping her ground. She had seen her student throw himself off the cliff, but she could still feel his presence. With training, he might have been able to remove his presence and feint death. This gave the Sith Knight an idea. Quickly, and with little effort, she cloaked her presence in the force. Making her far more difficult to point out. Her physical form was still visible, but she would soon change that as well. She kept a close watch on the ledge. He was out there somewhere, and she was waiting. She was the target after all; he had attacked her.

She made no further attacks on her student, though there lay a nasty surprise in wait for him when he emerged.

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[Xevek Nekonis]

Xavka let out a quiet growl of annoyance when he felt Ophidia's Force Presence vanish from his sense, making his task of keeping track of her harder. Stopping where he was, about fifteen metres to the left of where he first gripped the cliff face, Xavka closed his eyes and focussed on his senses, using them to hunt, ignoring the rocks on either side of him.

He struggled to hold in another growl when he realised that the wind was not in his favour. While he could smell Ophidia, he could not use it to track her as her scent was being blown off to his right, scattering it enough that, while he could focus in on her exact location if given time, that avenue was useless at the moment. Focussing on his hearing he strained it to its limits, trying to catch the slightest noise. Xavka's head tilted to the side when he thought he heard something. Holding his breathe he waited to hear it again. 'Gotcha'. The thought ran through his head as very, very faint footsteps invaded his hearing. Using his hearing along with the little information he received from his nose, he figured out, approximately, where his target was. With a feral smirk of his face, Xavka started to move, making sure that the rocks he towed behind him didn't knock into anything so as to not give his position away.

A few minuets later Xavka stopped his sideways climb and started to climb towards the lip of the cliff above him. If he was correct he was currently to the direct left of Ophidia, due to the slight curve of the cliff. He stopped just before he would of exposed himself and tensed his mussels and put Ophidia out of his mind for the moment, focussing on his real target. One of the benefits he had gained from throwing himself off of the cliff was that it had knocked him out of his feral state, allowing him to start planning again.

Focusing all of his stregnth into his workable limbs, Xavka pulled himself over the lip and immediately landed in a crouch. He sent the rocks towards where he guessed Ophidia was but didn't watch them go. Instead he was running on all three usable limbs, his right arm clenched close to his chest with sword still in hand, towards the bundle of cloth he had came with.


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[Darth Ophidia]

All the while he was working, Ophidia could feel him, sense him. She knew how to remove herself from both light and sound through the skill known as the cloak of shadow, but she underestimated his senses. Possibly because keeping track of a person past stone, while keeping ones own presence buried is a strenuous affair for the mind. However, when he came over the cliff on her left, she felt him and her eyes darted to his location.

First, she thrust her hands forward and swiped out to the sides, diverting the rocks into two new trajectories with a clear a clear path in between. Then, seeing where he was dashing, she thrust out her black left hand. This time she did not call on the Force to manipulate the physical objects around her, but she attempted to grip Xavka's mind. If she squeezed too hard, there was a possibility of causing harm to his mentality, however, Ophidia was firm, but cautious. She sent one resounding command through the force: STOP! And with her prowess in the ability versus the Acolyte's inexperience, she would have the upper hand.

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[Xevek Nekonis]

'STOP!' The command rattled around inside of his head, vibrating of every little crevice of his mind, both physical and intangible. Against his will, Xavka felt his body stop mid stride, causing him to collapse to the dusty ground only a few meters from his pack. He snarled as he turned to face his opponent.


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OOC Note:

Spoiler

Sorry it's so short, but couldn't think of anything else to put.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

With her hand still extended and a grip around his mind, she walked towards the Iridonian student with a casual stride. Yet, she oozed of a certain authority and power. She was no longer keeping her presence obscured, but let it glow like a raging fire. She would be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying this just a little.

"You ought to know your place, Acolyte."

He would still be able to fight against her influence, but now a new command was transmitted through the Force. A command to kneel in front of the Knight. Now this was a punishment. She would prove to him that she was the stronger without laying a hand on him, and demand his obedience. She knew he would resent her for it, but the power of the dark side lay in such passions. It would help him strive for strength. One to embody the power, and one to crave it.

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[Xevek Nekonis]

Xavka continued to snarl at Ophidia, even as his body was forced to move outside of his own violation once again, this time to kneel. It was that fact that was actually sending the Iridonian into a spitting rage. He had sworn, after killing his Hutt master to escape slavery, that he would never allow his pride to be disgraced in such a way ever again, that he would not kneel nor would he ever bow unless as a sign of respect.

It was that anger that gave Xavka the strength to begin to resist. Even as his mind was force to bend and strain to the whims of another, he fought against the shackles that tethered him. He strained to resist, to force his body to obey his own commands, to leap at the slua before him, to tear off her head and gusos over he memory. To hunt down every strand of her legacy and tear it to pieces, to sentence her to a forgotten life.

However even as he strained and his muscles shook in resistance, he body was slowly being contorted into a position he hated. In desperation, his mind cast around for something, anything he could do. His eyes landed on the rocks behind Ophidia and two ideas came to mind. Manipulating the Force, he grabbed and pulled the rocks towards Ophida, commanding them to travel as fast as he could make them. At the same time he focussed on pushing the sand in front of him up into the slua's eyes, to serve as a distraction if nothing else.

And in one desperate gambit, he wrapped the Force around his body and pushed and pulled it, trying to force himself to stand through strength of will and the Force. However, all he did was slow his movement, leaving his hope pinned on his attacks. If they even distracted for her for a second, it would hopefully be enough for him to stand.


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[Darth Ophidia]

He was struggling, such spirit, such anger. When her danger sense told her of the rocks coming at her back, she turned her hip sideways and extended her right hand to create a shield of the Force, which the rocks thudded uselessly against. However, the sand was more effective this time. As she whipped her head to the side and closed her eyes to avoid, being fully blinded, she lost control of him for a split second. He would be allowed to stand, however, Ophidia came back with a vengeance. She turned to him once more and extended both hands. All her anger and a deep seated hatred surged through her body, lightning crackled down her skin before torrents of lightning shot from her fingertips. It branched and arced to entrap Xavka in tendrils of agony. The Knight was getting annoyed with this unruly Acolyte.

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[Xevek Nekonis]

Xavka let out a short scream as all of his muscles suddenly contracted, locking his whole body before he could even take a step towards Ophidia. He stifled the scream, refusing to show weakness, as he fell to one knee. Despite his tensed muscles Xavka tried to make himself move, tried to push himself to his feet so as to continue to advance. He slowly rose to his feet and took a single step before it became to much for him. He once again fell but this time he was unable to get even his knees beneath him an instead fell into a heap on the ground.

Once again a scream left his throat as the pain of the electricity arcing throughout his body and the pain of his constantly tensed muscle was added to as Xavka landed on his injured arm. Biting his lip and tasting blood, Xavka stopped his scream and once again tried to force his body to move. He refused to give up, to bow to defeat. He would win. Those three thoughts echoed around his head as a mantra but refused to do anything as he final lost control of his body.

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[Darth Ophidia]

Even in the face of lightning, the Acolyte did not take to his senses. She had to commend him, and a smile spread across her lips. While the lightning arched from her fingers, she walked with calm steps towards her ship and the bundle of folded clothes. When she could no longer keep the stream or electricity going, she reached her right hand out. Her lightsabre hilt jumped from a fold in her clothes and landed in her hand, igniting in a vicious hiss. She held the sabre in front of her then swiped it in an arch in front of her feet. The plasma blade scorched the sand and left a trail of glassy substance. She touched the comlink attached to her ear with her left hand.

"Ready the engines. I'll wrap this up quickly."

Then she vanished. Her Force-Presence was swallowed up, and as she stepped over the stripe of glass, her form was enveloped in a cloak of invisibility. She employed a combination of buried presence and force camouflage, which removed her from sight and sound. It was an extremely taxing combination, but it would surely show Xavka the extent of a Sith Knight's power.

Hardly detectable she shot forward, the her footsteps in the sand shifted direction so as to make her more difficult to track, and when she came close to Xavka, she lashed out with several short slashes with the tip of her lightsabre. Each strike targeted a tendon or major group of muscles. As she attacked, she dropped the taxing powers of invisibility and focused entirely on her bladework.

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[Xevek Nekonis]

When the attack of electricity final stopped, allowing his muscles to final relax, Xavka just lay on the dusty ground. He was panting, mentally and physically exhausted from his stint of pain. He couldn't even think of reacting when he heard the hiss of a lightsaber ignite, nor when he felt Ophidia disappear. He just continued to lay face down on the ground.

He flinched in pain when he felt a sear of pain lash across numerous tendons. Reaching out through the Force he found Ophidia's presence and focussed every little fraction of his focus on bending the Force so as to release a big a push against Ophidia as possible. That last act drained him to the brink of unconsciousness and he once again collapsed to the floor, only just holding onto conciousness, every hope of ending his pain on that one act of telekinesis. He tried his best but in the end, he lost his grasp of conciousness and dropped into darkness.


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[Darth Ophidia]

She cut the back of his legs, but as he was not responding or fighting as much, she did not bother doing a more thorough job on him. He would need to recover, after all. His telekinetic push connected, and she was knocked back, but quickly back on her feet. As he lay there unconscious, she touched her comlink once more while her lightsabre retracted its' scarlet blade.

"And call an ambulance. I want this guy to walk again. If he is strong enough."

She ripped a piece of flimsiplast from her notebook and scribbled some words on it. The words that had lead her on the path of the Sith, the Path of Destruction.

Peace is a lie, there is only passion
Through passion I gain strength.
Through strength I gain Power.
Through power I gain Victory.​

Through victory my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.​

On the opposite side of the flimsiplast, she jotted down some coordinates if he wanted another lesson. She fastened the flimsiplast note on the Acolyte, grabbed her flask and folded clothes, then stepped aboard her ship as it was about to take off.

"I'll see you again, [member="Xavka Duquo"]!"