Lesson In Brutality [Auntie Anaya x Grimoire]

[Darth Grimoire]

SOMEWHERE IN WILD SPACE
OPEN SPACE

[member="Anaya Fen"], Grimoire knew the name. In fact she had met the famed Twi'lek Sith Lord on AzaZoth when she ha summoned a few of her mother's old comrades. But, that was then. Since the news of her mother's destruction by some abomination Grimoire was certain that a confrontation would come. But, she was weak. She had the skills of her mother but, not the brutality. She needed to learn the brutality needed to crush one's enemies and subjugate millions like her mother had once done.

Sitting in the command chair of her corvette she watches the starry panorama awaiting the arrival of the one who would teach a lesson in the forms of brutality. Grimoire curled her black gloved fingers into a fist. Her mother was a champion in dark arts, but it was her physicality that was her downfall. Grimoire's lip became crooked in a frown. She would not have the same weakness - she thought. Brutality was key. Her saber form and her abilities in Telekinesis would need to be bolstered.

A sensor alarm beeped and hollered breaking Grimoire from her meditations. She opened her golden sith eyes and stared down at the control panel. A ship with the ID of Anaya Fen's craft appeared on her radar. The ID was given to her in confidence since the meeting on Azazoth should she ever wished to meet Anaya again. Grimoire rose up and watched the ship burst from hyperspace exit. She touched the panel for the communications and hailed the ship, awaiting a response she prepped the holo-communications projector.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

The news of Darth Hauntress' death had come at a great surprise to Anaya. In another time she might have wept, but Anaya's ability to shed tears had gone with her sanity. She rose smoothly from the throne of her ship, gliding across the dais and reaching out in the force to @Grimoire.

She had little faith in the verification of technology. "She's hailing us." Came Parla's clipped tone.

Anaya nodded in acknowledgement allowing communications to be opened. "My deepest condolences, Grimoire. The Galaxy will be a brighter place without your mother. To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?"

Here was part of he next generation, a child of a legend, destined to bring about the fall of the light like her ancestors before her. Her thoughts drifted momentarily to her own daughter, halfway across the Galaxy with Cerita Sarova learning the skills required of an alchemist. She was to become something for more dangerous than Anaya.

 

[Darth Grimoire]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

Grimoire smiled and nodded. She was not sure how the mad Sith Lord would take her plea. After all, her mother and her were once close comrades, but, much has happened since. The smile faded away to a grim frown.

"Refuge" said Grimoire, "Refuge and a lesson in brutality."

The serpent's daughter looked down at her black gloves. Her fingers crunched over her palm like talons. "One day I will full fill my mother's wishes. But, for now, I must grow in power and knowledge. But, not knowledge of my mother - passive and malevolent - I need brutality. Powers that crush and splinter."

Grimoire's fingers curled completely into a fist. Yes, her mother's wish. The One Sith reclaimed Sith glory, but the one treasure - the homeworlds - were still in the hands of putrid light worshippers. Grimoire bared her clenched teeth like a beast.

"I beg to be your apprentice." Grimoire hissed, echoing her mother, as she knelt before the hologram of Anaya. "Teach me the brutality of the saber and dark side that so gifted you with untold strength. I will obey your every command. My master."

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya sucked in a sharp breath as [member="Grimoire "]knelt before her, excitement coursing through her. She brought her palms together gently, raising her fingers to her lips as she exhaled slowly. Such devotion she had never received without asking, the battle to recieve it from her own daughter was forever fought.

For a long moment she said nothing, Grinporea only response was the gentle noise of Anaya's crew working around her. "My dear child," she breathed, finally, lowering her hands. "Come aboard and let me see you in the flesh, such things should not be sealed through a holocall."

A wave of her hand and the communication ended. "Parla, greet our guest, and bring her to my chambers, check if she has anything on her ship she requires. Then get hold of Calina, tell her her presence is required."

"If she refuses?"

"I do not think, after Garn, that we would be so bold."

The kiffar HRD bowed low, sweeping from the bridge to obey. "Alastair, set a course for Korriban."

"The child's corvette?"

"Bring it if she wills it, if not, have a pilot take it somewhere secure where she can retrieve it."

Another bow. Anaya moved away, feet carrying her up the spiral staircase leading to her chambers above the bridge. She moved around meticulously setting out a decanter of wine and two glasses.

You are far too happy.

"And you are too blind to see that this changes everything."

She will hate you for it.

"Something I have become accustomed to."

 

[Darth Grimoire]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

"As you wish." Grimoire replied coolly. When the feed cut she loosened the tension in her shoulders and let out a deep exhale. This was unprecedented, but, it was a triumph. Anaya Fen was a master that she needed and as a comrade of her mother's, one she would support and study.

Grimoire stood up and moved to press calculations on the corvette. The ship drifted towards Fen's and docked at one of the side. As Grimoire stepped towards the opening hatch and was greeted by Parla, Grimoire stepped over the threshold - now began her ascent towards the goals of her mother -- and her own ambitions. As the hatch behind her sealed and she strode up to Parla, Grimoire nodded and spoke in a chilling greeting.

"My ship has auto-pilot coordinates to jump back to a separate secure system." Grimoire awaiting Parla's escort continued, "I am now completely under the command of your master."

With one final stare of her golden sith eyes, Grimoire hissed, "I am Grimoire, pleasure to make your acquaintance."

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Parla blinked, inclining her head in a short bow. "I am Parla Vos. One of three." She gestured for Grimoire to follow her. The ship was a flurry of activity, they passed board rooms with complex designs displayed on holograms being mulled over by technicians from all walks of life.

Another room served as a location for smugglers to kick back and enjoy a drink or three among friends while waiting for the next run to be given to them. "This is Apoleia Incoporated's true headquarters. Here we work in the shadows of the facade to maintain our network of information and smugglers."

They passed another HRD identical to Parla, though neither acknowledged the other, not in any sense that an organic would perceive at least.

Finally reaching the bridge, they were greeted by a slim captain with dark and cold eyes who offered a deep bow to their guest. "The lady awaits your presence." He gestured to the spiral staircase on the fat lady wall that would carry Grimoire to Anaya's chambers.

"The ship?" He asked Parla.

"Dealt with."

"Very well." He turned away, barking orders across the bridge as Parla returned to her station.

***

Anaya rose smoothly from the couch, as [member="Grimoire "]appeared at the top of the stairs. Anaya crossed the gap between them, opening her arms to embrace the child of Val'Ryss Zankar.

 

[Darth Grimoire]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

​Grimoire seized up when Anaya embraced her in a hug. It as a greeting she was entirely unprepared for. Not even her own mother had treated her in such a manner. Hesitantly Grimoire grasped her arms around the Twi'lek's back. Grimoire fearing to offend waited until the Sith Lord ceased the embrace.

Grimoire placed her hand on her heart and bowed her head. She was still caught off guard.

"I thank you for the affectionate greeting, my lord." Grimoire whispered. "I am honored to be aboard your vessel."

Some sort of pride came over her. This Sith Lord had given her a chance, she would take it and wield it for her own power. The generation that saw the rise of Emperor Moridin, Ashin and Valecitos, legends, had embraced her.

Grimoire sunk into a kneel.

"I pledge myself to you...my master." the oath slithered between her lips.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya smiled, at the awkwardness of the return hug, releasing her fairly swiftly. She would learn to reciprocate the attention soon enough. Drawing her dagger from her belt she drew it across her thumb. Reaching down to [member="Grimoire "], she cupped the girl's chin, lifting her head so she met Anaya's gaze. Her blood would burn as it touched her, marking her with a trail. "Your path will be one of pain and suffering, my apprentice. That is the path to strength, and it is a path I will gladly show you."

She drew her hand away, the blood trail would leave a brown mark. "Rise, Grimoire." she commanded though her voice was soft.

She turned away, decanting wine into the two glasses, and passing one to The child of Darth Hauntress. "Drink with me. To your mother who no doubt reigns supreme in the Netherworld, and to a future that will bring us both power."

 

[Darth Grimoire]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

Grimoire closed her eyes and accepted the pain. Pain, pain was familiar, pain was something she knew. Her mother taught her the ways of the force via the incentive of pain. Pain caused urgency in the mind and brewed focus. The blood burned a symbol of subservience into her chin. She remembered the various tattoos that her mother had beneath her lips and middle forehead.

As Anaya went to retrieve the drink, Grimoire watched her with wanton eyes. She would gain her power. And she will enforce her commands soon upon the galaxy. Grimoire took the drink and toasted to her mother, and her hellish reign in the netherworld.

"Master." Grimoire spoke with a cough after swallowing the drink. "What shall our first move be?"

"My mother was a master of the arcane, but, she neglected the skills of brutal strength."

"I wish to not make the same mistake. Brutality in the Force and Saber, I crave them both."

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

There was something enticing about hearing the word 'master' uttered without the venom Calina often liked to interlace within it. She drew her eyes away from @Grimoire, the thought of her daughter in the hands of the mandalorians twisting her stomach.

She snapped her eyes upwards, bringing her glass to her lips and rising before answering. "First, we will work on your saver skills. The ship is bound for Korriban, there we will see what you can do with the force."

Heavy steps drew her attention towards the spiral staircase as Parla appeared at its top. "What?" she asked, eyes looking to burn holes in the HRD for interrupting them. She seemed completely unperturbed.

"My Lady, our sources have their initial report on the whereabouts of Miss Calina." The glass in Anaya's hand shattered under the sudden increase of pressure. Showering her with wine. Face calm, she picked a few shards from her hand.

"Parla, be a dear and show [member="Grimoire "]to her quarters see that she is settled in and has all she needs. Have Alastair patch them up here." She looked at Grimoire, managing a small smile. "We will continue this later, my dear."

Parla would lead her back down the stairs, across the bridge and towards guest quarters at the centre of the ship. Her room was sparsely decorated, but what was there was of the highest quality. She would be left to make herself acquainted, with Parla close to hand if she needed anything.

***

Hours worth of calls, splitting hairs with temporary allies in order to determine the best mode of attack. Jared was truly making this as helloah as possible for her, ensuring every details was covered before they dove in head first. Smart, but for every minute wasted was another minute that they could be doing something terrible to Calina.

By the time she was done, the urge to beat something senseless was overwhelming. How quaint that she should have just the person who needed such a beating in order to learn.

The training room was empty, a vast window granting them a view of the black space beyond. Here, Grimoire would be brought next, finding her new master dancing in the centre, drawing on the force as she did. Her movements fluid and beautiful, with a weapon in hand she might have been deadly.

Anaya stopped as Grimoire entered, beckoning the girl forward.

 

[Darth Grimoire]

Korriban. The name echoed in Grimoire's mind. A pace of ancient power and the seat of the old empires. A true home of darkness. Azazoth was a dead world of darkness but Korriban was the progenitor. Grimoire could not help but smile at the name. Then the thought of learning saber skills from a famed lightsaber master made her glow with greed. This was it. It had begun.

But, her enthusiasm was curtailed when out of nowhere her new master shattered her glass at the mention of some person. Grimoire kept her silence. The private affairs of her master was none of her concern. When she was ushered to her new quarters aboard her master's ship she bowed quietly and departed. Inside she found a austere monkish chamber of privacy. It suite her. Grimoire removed her dark cloak and revealed the dark red tunic and black cloth beneath. Her lightsaber held in a hilt strapped to her thigh.

After some time being accostumed to her new home and meditating to preserve her energy for her lessosns it was finally time.

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When Grimoire returned to [member="Anaya Fen"] she found her dancing. But, it was a dance that hid martial lethalness. Grimoire's eyes traced her every move. She felt ever foot step and every wave of the arm. It was death in motion slowed down to a sensual and graceful movement. She wondered if she would ever be ready to match her grace. After all, her mother hardly used the saber. Only a few occasions was she forced to rely on a weapon she considered a glorified blade. But, Grimoire felt differently. It was a weapon and a weapon should utilised to its full potential. She was nothing like her mother. Girmoire crunched her fingers into a fist.

Schemes and magic were for the diluted. She would crush and subjugate. Order and Rule.

Grimorie stepped over threshold and met her master's sinister smile with a bow of her head.

"I have arrived, my master." Grimoire announced herself. "I await your teaching."

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya smiled, beckoning the, inviting her to join her in the centre of the room. Stepping in close to the [member="Grimoire "]she cupped her chin in her hand. "I cannot teach you, less you show me what you already know. There was something dangerous in Anaya's eyes, something that hungered for more than a lesson. She smiled sweetly, pressing her lips to Grimoire's forehead before turning away.

She took four long strides away, a silver cylinder appearing in her hand. She held it out to her side, making sure Grimoire could see it. She kept her back to her new student she left her saber unlit.

"Come, Grimoire, show me what you've got."

 

[Darth Grimoire]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

Grimoire closed her eyes when the Sith Twi'lek kissed her forehead. Her lips twitched as the Sith Lords touched her forehead. Grimoire accepted the twisted sign of affection. A teaching style that bewitched her. Grimoire couldn't process it. Was it a trick? Or a literal seduction to the dark-side. But, then she remembered her new master's sinister look. Eyes that demanded her to challenge her new master. To impress upon her what she had learned all those early years ago trapped beneath the surface of that dead world AzaZoth. As her master walked away, showing her back to Grimoire with a silver cylinder in hand Grimoire paused for a moment.

"If it pleases you, my master." Grimoire hissed.

Noticing another cylinder rested on a nearby bench Grimoire reached for it through the force. It flew to her open hand which immediately clutched at it when it touched her palm. Grimoire held the base of the cylinder, as if it was the hilt of a saber, and lofted it right beside her temple high. The dark side swelled in her body. It focused her mind and cut her attention into blade of singular ambition. Then it sank suddenly, right into her legs. With that power she sprung into a hyper pace lung that saw her move in a blur towards the Sith Lord. In an instant before reaching the Sith Lord's back she swung vertically down aiming to cut across her lower back in a cleaving motion.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya closed her eyes, relishing in the swell of darkness that grew within [member="Grimoire"] as she prepared to attack. She drew in a deep breath, the dark side already coursing through her body. She could smell the ozone cast off from her apprentices blade as he bounded forward, seeking to cleave her in two. In the blink of an eye Anaya spun, one end of her dual saber igniting to catch Grimoire's attack. Her free hand cast a powerful backhand across her face.

"You are too slow to call upon the force." she chastised. "It makes you predictable."