My Father, the Sith

[Morgana Forceborn]

When he asked she perked and smiled a bit. He wanted to train with her? That seemed nice. And if what her mother had said was true, and he was indeed a powerful warrior, then perhaps he would end up teaching her a few tricks; not unlike her Master Cronos. She stood and said "Sure." before finding a nice clear spot in the garden itself where they could work. She allowed him to do whatever preparation he needed while she stretched herself out, both in mind and body. After that she produced her weapon, a hilt of a saberstaff, and stood at the ready. This wasn't a fight of emotion, but more of a real father/daughter moment for the two.​

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[member="Asterion"]​

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Asterion gave a curt nod, and followed Morgana out towards the gardens, into a clear patch where the ground was soft enough to break a fall and where there was enough space to use. Remembering he hadn’t brought a weapon at all – why would he – he whistled as the girl produced hers.

”Nasty looking weapon. You could do some damage to yourself with that.”

Indicating the distance between them, he continued to speak.

”I’m not armed, but I can still fight back as most enemies would. Let me help you as best I can with your form. When you’re ready – come at me.”

He cast his eyes over here, a slight pride burning inside him to see something of his eager to learn and to fight – to survive.

[member="Morgana Forceborn"]

 

[Morgana Forceborn]

When [member="Asterion"] made the comment about her hurting herself with her own weapon she gave him a coy smirk. Activating her saber she demonstrated how well she could handle it, spinning the blade around in her hands for a moment, even changing hands and showing how well-balanced her movements was to where it never touched her. It showed how long and how vigorous she trained to perfect the means of handling such a weapon. She finally stopped, letting her father take it in for a moment, before he told how to come at him. Seeing as he had no weapon she figured he had a special trick up his sleeve. Her master had always told her about not rushing into things so quickly. Trying to play smart for this she deactivated one of the blades before advancing on him, trying to start with a small jab to the shoulder.​

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Standing still, arms by his side and fingers gently rubbing together to keep his senses alert, Asterion gave a small roll of the eyes at Morgana’s display of handling a blade. He had to think and move fast, as this was something he hadn’t really expected to play out, and she was soon advancing towards him. Her jab came as he stepped back; her jab was lazy as was his recoil. This was the way warriors sized each other up.

”Showing off gets you nowhere – nobody will care how well you spin a blade or any of that fancy stuff.”

Asterion kept moving in a circular motion; Morgana followed.

”You’re young, and strong, but don’t forget you’re still inexperienced.”

He turned and raised his hand to her hilt, a tug that would either pull it form her grasp or alert her into paying attention.

[member="Morgana Forceborn"]

 

[Morgana Forceborn]

Ever the teacher it seemed. [member="Asterion"] had told her how not to show off and that she was still inexperienced. He was sounding a lot like her Jedi teachers already. She continued to follow until he tried to grab her hilt out of her hand. She was quick to react, grabbing his wrist and pulling it back and out of reaching, spinning and changing hands in the process. As she finished she said "I've learned a couple of tricks outside the Jedi. You'd be surprised what I do or don't know." As confident as she sounded she did keep in mind that she was still a trainee at best. She was just trying to make a good impression on her warrior father.​

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Shaking his wrist free and backing away from the spinning blade, Asterion didn’t nod or praise her like Jedi would – there was nothing to praise from simply being alert.

”Ok, now give me your hilt and I’ll show you both offensive and defensive moves against an opponent.”

He held his hand out.

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[Morgana Forceborn]

Hard to please it seemed. She curled her lips when he only asked for her hilt, apparently wanting it for the fact of demonstrating. She shrugged before deactivating it and planting it in his palm. She wanted to see what he could teach her that had not already been taught by others. Maybe he did have something new, maybe not. She stood back a bit just to see for herself.​

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[member="Asterion"]​

 

[Stephanie Swail]

As the palm hit his hand, Asterion pushed outwards with his left hand, palm out, sending a powerful wave of Force energy into Morgana which would take her off her feet, spinning and crumbling to the grass below. The blade ignited and his face fell, stern and severe.

”This weapon is your life and you just gave it away – no daughter of mine trusts her opponent, regardless of what they say.”

He moved forward quickly and brought the blade, only form one side of the hilt, up and over in an arc to her legs – god forbid it would hit her should she not react, it would only be her legs she lost.

[member="Morgana Forceborn"]

 

[Morgana Forceborn]

Oh! So THAT was how he was going to be. She fell back after the Force Push before seeing him ignite the blade, berating her for handing her saber over so easily. She sneered before he tried to attack her legs, she rolling back before getting to her feet. When she did she came forward, grabbing his arm that had the blade. She held it out so he could not attack before giving a hard jab to his arm, which would make him let go. But while she was at it she also sent another one to his shoulder and a third to his gut before jumping out of the way. Given where her hilt was she kicked it up into the air before grabbing it, saying "Something else I've been taught: learn to fight with everything you have." She held out the saber before adding "If all I depend on is this, then I;m no good in a real fight. Sometimes you just need good old fashioned fists and not lightsabers to solve a fight."​

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[member="Asterion"]​

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Morgana moved fast, and with confidence – moving into his space to grab the arm and hit out not twice, but three times enough to lose his grip as he turned and pushed back from her hits. With a grunt of breath escaping him, Asterion had under-estimated her wonderfully and she had shown a true resilience to her that he hoped had come from his genetics…

”I like that attitude – it’s not all blades and acrobatics that win fights. It’s strength and how hard you can hit that can change the balance of it. And if you catch them off guard enough, you can go for the kill as you just did with me.”

He moved forward a few steps, watching her blade and her position.


”Fight with all you have you say. You’ve got the blade, I’ve got the Force.”

Asterion reached out to Morgana’s mind with the Force and attempted to burrow his way in, to see how mentally strong she was. There, he would focus on bringing her down with imagery of Nimue suffering at his own hand.

[member="Morgana Forceborn"]

 

[Morgana Forceborn]

Morgana was about to retort by saying how she had the Force too only to see him attack her mind before she could get a word out. She groaned before grabbing her head from the sudden throbbing pain she had. She wasn't used to mental attacks as of yet, not having trained in how to defend her own mind from it. Whatever [member="Asterion"] was doing it was working. He was trying to attack her mentally, showing her images she thought not to be true but just as easily real. She fell to her knees and tried to fight back, only to feel herself slipping a little.​

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Holding his mental grip on her fragile mind, Asterion kept his distance but stalked around her. Unfortunately, there was no bond yet for him to care seeing her in pain and fighting demons – this was training, and it was how he had been taught to survive and develop his ability.

”Come on, kid. Fight me out of there – I can rip apart what it means to be you if I wanted – build your wall. Find a place to hide and build that wall. Resistance! Resist it – it’s all an illusion unless you make it real.”

He pushed a little harder, with images of her disappointing all her father figures and her mother, and the Jedi who left her alone, just as they did with him.

”Don’t try that Jedi crap – fight with the core of what fuels you; anger and frustration!”

[member="Morgana Forceborn"]

 

[Morgana Forceborn]

As he spoke she kept trying to fight the images in her mind. She looked up only to now see the disapproving looks from all of her parent figures; mainly both him and Nimue. She looked angry, ready to strike at them, mainly due to her father coaxing her to give in and let her negative emotions get the better of her. She closed her eyes, trying to Focus. She couldn't do that. She couldn't give in. 'There is no emotion. Only peace.' She tried to breath deeply and slowly, pushing the false images away. She kept reciting that phrase in her mind. The first line of the Jedi code. A means of focusing and not letting yourself fall to the darkside.​

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[member="Asterion"]​

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Asterion released the grip in her mind, feeling the push of Light from her. She was trying to stay true to all she had ever known. That much, at least, was admirable.

”You need to build your Resistance, Morgana. But if anything at least your focus is strong and not as weak as others.”

He walked forward to the girl and held his hand out – partly ready for a retaliation.

[member="Morgana Forceborn"]

 

[Morgana Forceborn]

Once [member="Asterion"] let go of her mind Morgana gasped, feeling a great weight taken off of her. She regained herself, taking some time to breath, before hearing what he said. She was glad that despite not doing what he wanted she did receive some admiration from him. As he walked over to her she was ready for another 'lesson' only to see his hand come to her. She hesitated, thinking this was another trust exercise, but she felt that if he was going to do anymore he'd say so. She took his hand and stood up before saying "Thanks....dad." ​

 

[Stephanie Swail]

A small laugh escaped his lips at her snarky reply to being bested. Just like her father.

”Don't mention it...daughter.”

Loosening his shoulder muscles, he waved her forward with his hands.

”Care to show me those fists of yours you think will save you if you lose the blade? Gotta work on those skills, just as important as depending on the Force.”

[member="Morgana Forceborn"]

 

[Morgana Forceborn]

When he laughed she smirked before he asked her to show how well she fought. She said "Okay." before he made the little mention of dependong on it just as the Force. "That's actually part of it. I think. The one who showed e said you have to put some of the Force behind your punches. Otherwise you break your hand too easily." She waited for him to put his hands up so she could started punching at the palms. When she did she was only using her regular strength. Small jabs here and there along with blocking motions and the like. She seemed like a skilled boxer sort by the way she moved.​

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[member="Asterion"]​

 

[Stephanie Swail]

As Morgana came to start hitting his open palms, circling gently and moving to keep her on her toes, Asterion frowned a little and didn’t know what to make of each hit, soft and firm but with no real power. He clamped his hand around her fist as it connected with him.

”Ok, who are you fighting? A blind Jawa? Put some strength into it, because tickling the enemy isn’t going to do anything. If there’s a non-Force user ahead, they’ll first try to shoot you. If it’s a Force user, they’ll use the Force to wipe you out. Match them, show them you are an equal, and then it comes down to real survival with your fists and body as a weapon.”

He pushed her away and patted her bicep.

”Use your emotions to hit hard – take out what it feels like to be a bastard.”

Little pokes here and there would aggravate the warrior inside her. Unless her Jedi teaching had extinguished the flame already.

[member="Morgana Forceborn"]

 

[Morgana Forceborn]

When [member="Asterion"] had grabbed her fist, stopping her, she was trying to speak up about how this was her using her regular strength and not anything with the Force. Soetimes she had to put her faith in that as well. She gave an annoyed "Hey!" when he pushed her back, however, now taunting her as a bastard to try and hit him. His taunts were starting to get old. She understood why he was doing it though. It was him trying to envoke that deeper side of her that relied n emotions and negative feelings, something that he as a Sith had more dependency on. She would use what she needed to increase her strength when she finally gave a good shot to the bicep, but through her own methods of focusing the Force through her muscles and into her hand as she balled it up and sent it foward.​

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Morgana reacted, and swung, but she was too slow. Asterion moved back, reading her like a book.

”The power was there but you thought too much. I know emotion is a tough thing, but don’t think about what it means in your head during a conflict – just act. Do. Don’t think, it slows you down and allows others to read you.”

He moved forward with his hand open and straight, moving for a couple of strikes to her sides, left and right. Warrior or not, he wouldn’t openly punch his own…his…daughter. He was trying hard to accept her. Her instinct to defend would have to match her one to attack.

[member="Morgana Forceborn"]