Reborn in Sin.

[Vash Windrider]

The Midnight - Orbiting over Sraeljoarsk.​

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The Imperial frigate pierced the void of space about the dark world, like that of a dagger. It's class name sake. The Midnight's blade, or simply 'The Midnight", would immediately activate it's recently ungraded cloaking system and move into a low orbit the primitive world that resting in the wilds of space. Only a few hours lightspeed jump from the edge of Sith controlled space.

Under the command and control of the Sith Knight Vash Windrider, the ship had ventured out from TSE space. Deciding on a planet thought to be wild and predatory, void of government or protection from any one or anything but that which lived on or below the surface. The perfect place to train as a Master and a apprentice. It would be the place where Vash would start to forge his apprentice into something worth of the title of Sith. Or the place were she perished, never to be seen or heard from again.

Restless as always, Vash had been waiting and watched most of the voyage from the bridge of the ship. Sealed inside his assassin armor. He watched through the cold expressionless form of his helmet, as the ship came to rest over the planet. And awaited the apearance of his apprentice as he called her through the force. Summoning her without words from their connection in the dark side.

@Clara Cole [member="The Firefox"]

 

[The Firefox]

Living with a Sith was not at all how Clara Cole thought it would be. She figured she'd training night and day with her lightsaber, sparring grueling matches with her master until she could no longer stand. She thought she'd be schooled in the history of the Sith and that of the Dark side. She hoped he'd take her on missions where they could save a savage world from their independent nightmare of government. But no. So far, all Clara had done was respond to her master's beck and call like a dog trained to a bell.

Clara cooked for him. She cleaned for him. She embarrassingly scrubbed down his boots when they weren't even that dirty. These were things for droids. Or slaves. But then she supposed that's what she was to him now. A slave. With that shock collar on her neck she couldn't even look at him wrong without him turning it on and listening to her scream. Clara's body had never been more sore. One would thing they could adjust to the pain over time. Well Clara hoped that would come sooner rather than later. She didn't know how much she could take.

It wasn't until their large home came to Sraelioarsk that her master finally would give her a new assignment. She'd been on her bed in her tiny quarters rubbing burn-lotion over her arms and back when she received his summons. She knew it best not to make him wait so she left the bottle uncapped and left without even pulling up her dress. Not that it mattered, she'd spent the first week with him with nothing. That had been a horrible week. Especially around meal time. There were a lot of crew members on this ship...

In his chambers, he would point to a folded up set of clothes and tell her to put it on, then, to meet her at the bridge. She nodded respectively and answered in confirmation then spent the next twenty minutes trying to squirm her way into it. The fabric felt like rubber. It squeaked and screeched as her skin pulled against it; the material giving her almost no give at all. It wasn't until her shoulders and back slid over that she realized it worked a lot better over the areas that had lotion on them. A thought for next time. Then, with even more struggle, she fiddled with the zipper on the back trying to pull it closed. She could have used the Force to assist her, but she'd spent almost all of her time with her new master closed off to that connection. Part of her forgot she could use it when the collar was not turned on.

The next struggle came from adding the harness over it. The leather straps were confusing and she couldn't figure out what arm went in what hole. After a few tries she managed to slid it over her body and fasten it around her hips and neck so it fit snug against her tiny torso. She wondered what the purpose of this harness was, at least the top half. The bottom had a holster designed to it which would be perfect for a sword...if she had one. With that knowledge, she realized the entire thing could essentially be a holster for weapons such as spare clips and daggers to hide away. So there was a purpose after all. Or so she hoped. Would Vash put her in something just for the visual appeal of it...?

Yes. Yes he would.

Now dressed and feeling like some sort of rubber doll, the redhead would make her way up to the bridge where her master was -impatiently- waiting for her. Clara groaned as she walked, the material still making squeaking sounds as it rubbed against her legs. She had to adjust the fabric in between her thighs every couple steps because it was hugging her like no tomorrow. Finally she came upon her master and dropped to one knee with her head held low.

"Forgive me for taking so long, master. I pray my tardiness does not hinder your plans." If nothing else, she'd learned how to properly respect her master's ownership of her.

 

[Vash Windrider]

The bridge of the massive ship grew colder, soon enough the warm breath of the crew could be seen from those without the shield of a helmet like that of the Sith Knight. He could feel the young woman. Could sense the simple struggle of fitting her body into the attire he had apparently chosen for her. It had been some time sense their time on Lothal, she had learned much. Little of what he assumed would be taught, but much more then she was aware of before him. Yet she had little ability to manage to squeeze her tiny ass into an outfit within a short amount of time.

He thought to punish her again but knew well that these next few days would be punishment enough. This planet was a hostile place. It's gravity had a greater pull. The sky was black and acidic, placing the planet in a constant state of night or near night. Even some of the flora was predatory, not to mention the more notable animals. It was a far contrast from the slums of the Hutt moon from which he found Clara.

Finally, the young redhead managed to make an appearance. At first Vash did not address her comment, he didn't even bother to turn to see her approach. Instead he continued to stare out into the void of space and the planet beneath them. Allowing the moment of her addressing him to pass to a long strange pause before he finally replied.

"You hinder only yourself and your training." he said, and then turned to see her in the fake skin of the tight suit. The helmet did well to hide his expression within, but he did manage a smile of approval at her appearance. However he would not give her the satisfaction of a complement. Instead he silently opened the cloak that concealed his armor. Revealing not only his own weapons, but that of a near meter long blade. A vibro-sword, as basic as can be. With a hilt and hand guard as black as the cloak his concealed it with. "Take it, prove to me you are more then a child. Then perhaps you will rebuild a proper weapon of sin."

 

[The Firefox]

And she waited...Clara felt an awkward tension as she waited to see what her master would say. If anything at all. When he didn't respond she would move to stand up and wait behind him. She thought about going to stand beside him instead, but felt it best to wait in his shadow. She didn't see herself as his equal yet. Not to say she ever would. He was her master; she would always be lower than him. Not to say it was a bad thing by any means.

When he did respond, it was to chastise her once again, something she was progressively coming to hate more and more. It was always something. Some comment. Some critique. Was this part of her training, or was he just a cruel person? That still remained to be seen. What surprised the girl though was when he reached into his cloak and procured a single-grip vibroblade for her. She took it with two hands (the grip in her right hand, and the flat of the blade in her left palm). Feeling the weight, it was off. Odd. Foreign. Although it wasn't too heavy for her to swing, it had significantly more weight to it than the hilt of her saber.

Her master instructed her that with this blade she was to prove she could handle herself. Only then would she be allowed to make a new saber and take her place rightfully within the Sith ranks. Clara held the blade up closer before taking it singularly in one hand. This was even worse. Turning to her right she would swing the blade two times slowly so that she could really feel how different the blades were. If this is what her master wanted her to train with, she really had no choice.

"If that is your decision, master. I will make you proud."

Turning back to him she would fiddle with the holster on her leg to sheathe the sword through the loops. It wouldn't cut her without being activated, but the edge was still sharp enough to poke her. She'd have to be careful walking around with it. On top of already getting used to carrying it simply on her hip.

[member="Vash Windrider"]​

 

[Vash Windrider]

Vash gives a barely perceptible nod to Clara before moving past her without so much as a word. Then marched toward the turbo lift with chilling purpose. He did not wait for his apprentice, expecting that by now she had learned to follow even without needed to be told. If she did not do so, then he would of course give her a mental nudge to fall in line. For the next several tense moments it was quiet. The lift took them down to the shuttle bay and they soon disembarked to the shuttle itself.

It would be here that everything would change for Clara. For there was no sign of her Master's loyal assassin droid, no astromech, and no Sith troopers. The ramp opened and lowered to the cold cruel ship where Vash had taken her innocents, and welcomed the dark side force users. Vash ascended the ramp first. Taking his place in his command chair toward the rear center of the vessel. Clara would follow of course.

"Take us planet side my apprentice, the ship is yours. Do not disappoint me." He told her flatly.

 

[The Firefox]

To his own right the man would follow on his own path to get on with their mission. He said nothing to her, as he left; nor would she need that direction. Like a loyal dog she turned to follow, always staying in his shadow and never at his side. Inside the lift she moved to the back of it once again taking her usual position behind him. But this time it was more or less to avoid his gaze. He had a chilling way of always making her feel more timid and shy. Without any more words than his usual walks with her, they were descending to the hanger where Vash's personal Avata-class transport lied in wait. While the lack of troopers around them went unnoticed to the redhead, she did happen to wonder where his annoying assassin droid was.

Following after without asking the burning question on her mind, she watched as her master went to the command chair. Clara looked even harder for droid but still saw no sign of it. What he said next was the greatest gift he could ever have given her. The reason the bot wasn't here was because he was allowing her to pilot his shuttle. Clara clapped her hands together in sheer excitement and she was about to squeal at the top of her lungs. Only, she stopped after a quick second screeching. Wait. Was this a test?

"Master? You mean it?"

She couldn't contain her delight and if he didn't say anything at all she'd rush over before he could change her mind. Now, much less quieter a volume, she would shriek some more -to herself- as she got into the pilot's chair. She was a natural. Although she'd never controlled a ship like this before, she worked it like she'd been born on it. Her father did well to teach her the various styles and designs of other models. Though, to be fair, there wasn't exactly a wide spectrum of varying types. A ship could only be driven so many ways.

"Taking us out, master!"

With careful and calculated handling, Clara would begin to float the ship out of the hangar bay into the cold of space. Then, she could really open it up. Their destination, Sraelijoarsk, the ink pit. Clara brought them into orbit simply enough but as she flew over the dark landscape of the planet below her spirits dropped some. She kept looking at a screen to her right which was not giving her any readback. The systems showed plenty of life on the system, most of it hidden far down in the cavities of the earth. This particular search she was doing was for some sort of habitat or landmark to land the ship. This planet did not seem to have anything of the sort.

"Master?" she'd ask over her shoulder. "Is there....somewhere you want me to dock? I'm not seeing any sort of waystation."

The answer -which was obvious to her master- was not at all obvious to the girl. He would insist on them finding a cave to hide the ship. Well there were plenty of those around. Using her best judgement, and some added sonar from the scanners, she was able to find one large enough that also didn't have any sort of large monster den inside of it. That wasn't to say a creepy-crawly thing wouldn't come around later, but for now they'd be safe.

Lowering the ship slowly she turned it around and would take her time bringing it down. With her own ship she might've done it in half the time. But she wasn't about to even consider getting a scratch on his precious vessel. Not a chance. So with that, and hopefully his patience, the ship was docked and Clara shut down the power systems.

"We're here, my lord," she'd reply after spinning around in her chair.

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[Vash Windrider]

Clara seemed surprised by his offer to fly at first. But soon enough she would jump at the opportunity. He should of expected the noise of her shrieks and sequels of excitement. But he did not. The noise would of been far more irritating to him, if not for his helmet. Which managed to block out most of her teenage vocals. Rather then reply to her, Vash would simply wave his hand dismissively to send her on her way and get the ship up in the air. Also to keep her out of ear shot until she calmed down.

One Clara had moved to the cockpit of the shuttle, Vash would retired into his mind. Slipping into a dark meditation to allow the dark side to flow through him. It was not only good way to pass the time, it would also recharge him within the force. He would need it for the task ahead. For he rightfully assumed there would be struggles and setbacks to Clara's training.

She would attempt to update him on the simple task of taking them out into open space, but by then the Sith was already drowning in the force. Clara used the sensors to reach out into space and search. Vash would use the force. As he had told her before, the planet was concealed in dark clouds. Predatory creatures seemed to liter the landscape, others thrived in the cave system. He could feel them, could in fact feel most of the planet within the force.

When Clara asked where to land, Vash drew back from his meditation. Drifted into the shadows of Clara's subconscious and planted the simple idea of finding a cave. To make it seem as if it was her own. He even let her believe that her sensors read that there were no beasts when she found a suitable cave system. When in fact the screen read of great danger in the depths of the system. Simple ideas and an easy use of his power over her.

Clara landed the shuttle like that of a careful expert. Vash would stand as she moved from the cockpit and into the common area of the ship. The ramp of the shuttle would lower. Allowing the sickly smell of death and decay to linger into the ship. With that Vash could sense what lay beyond. Several bats intending to ambush the two Sith in the darkness.

"Are you ready apprentice?"

 

[The Firefox]

Having her mind controlled and influenced should have been a thing a Sith could fight against or sense. Clara did not. And Vash was already so far deep in her head she never would have stood a chance. He pushed the idea of her docking in a cave and she had a sudden burst of inspiration to go find one. Her eyes kept watch on the scanners but for some reason they seemed blurry and out of focus. "Everything was fine," she told herself. "There's no danger here."

And so the ship was tucked away in the tunnel and Clara turned to her master with a smile. He showed no signs of complimenting her -not that she expected it- and would leave the ship without a word. She followed after, awkwardly walking with her vibrosword on her hip and the squeaky friction of the rubber suit as she walked. Gods that was annoying.

The ramp would open and some Hellish smell hit her nose that visibly made her gag. She took a step back to plug her nose else she might have thrown up right then and there. Now she understood why her master had been wearing a helmet this whole time. So not fair. He could have warned her.

He finally acknowledged her by asking if she was ready and thank the heavens he hadn't turned to see her face of disgust peering into the back of his helmet. She was on the verge of loosing her lunch and was frankly not too happy with him right then. But with a nazzely tone she replied back (for her fingers were pinching her nose).

"Yes master. This place stinks though. Couldn't we have gone somewhere.....fresher?"

 

[Vash Windrider]

Vash would move to sort of flank Clara. Stepping up the ramp once more so that Clara was before him, and just slightly below. His primary saber was in his left hand, thumb edging the activation switch. From this position he could of easily taken the girl's head, or plunged the blade into the back of her heart. But that was not what he had in mind at all. Rather he could sense the creatures in the depths of the darkness. Vash was reading himself for the fight to come.

"The time for childishness had past puppet. Now is the time to learn to survive. You must learn what all Sith learn. The first truth. Peace is a Lie, There is only Passion. This world in a planet of predators, even now in the shadows there are creatures waiting to rend you limb from limb. You must become the apex predator. The will to survive, to focus your emotions and use them as a weapon." his voice was in her mind.

While he instructed her, Vash lowered his aura withing the force. Until within the force, and to the naked eye, Vash had seemingly vanished into nothingness. He was of course still behind her, and firmly inside of her mind. To that end, she could still feel her Master in the force, but the creatures who called this cave system home would not.

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As the stronger feeling or power and darkness seemed to fade, the strange bat like creatures seem to grow in both number and hunger. The several 'scouts' would grow into a starving hunting party of over one hundred. Ranging in size from softball to golf ball, in relevance to age of their short only week long life span. Clara would have but a moment to think of her Master's words in her head before the screeching filled the walls of the cave. The blind hunters using the sound to locate their prey, forming two swooping lines of creatures. Intending to claw, rip or bite the young Sith.

 

[The Firefox]

Giving her master an odd look, she watched him move back up the ramp as if to say she was to go first. She gripped the blade of her sword tighter as she turned to move out into the open. It stunk. Horribly. She could taste how horrible it was in her mouth; a putrid and retched bile in her mouth. She heard her master in her head as clearly as if he was speaking right beside her. His words a threat of what was to come. With the first code of the Sith he told her that she could not live in peace. Predators were all around her, and now...she needed to prove she was at the top of the food chain. Else what lie in the darkness would have a tasty meal.

Raising the blade with two hands in a stance that was slightly foreign to her, she activated the vibrosword and it gave off a gentle purple-ish hue. It gave her no more light than she had before; if anything, it made her more of a target. But she gritted her teeth and began to move into the cave. Her mind imaged a horrible creature with spikes on its body, tentacles for arms, and razors for teeth. Fighting that monstrosity would have been a lot better than what actually came at her. For one reason only: she could see that thing.

With a screeching echo all around her Clara flinched and tucked her head slightly. That's when they attacked. From all around the tiny ball sized bats rushed her and began trying to get at her with their claws and teeth. Clara shrieked as she was suddenly overwhelmed by the lot of them. Her left hand let go of the blade and started trying to swipe them off of her; her right would do the same but with the edge of the blade. Her hand did almost nothing except give the bats something else to chew on. Luckily the right was more productive. With the simple nature of how the sword worked it sliced the creatures in pieces with barely any effort on her part.

But Clara was still loosing. As she stumbled about shielding her head and face specifically she swung the sword wildly in any direction. All the while the bats clung to her back and legs, and her arms trying to rip out chunks of her skin. Her screams of pain were horrible to hear, unless of course her master was a sadist. He probably enjoyed watching her fail so pathetically. No matter how many the redhead managed to actually cut down the bats were seemingly unending. More would flock over and bite into her suit which did little to offer her any real protection. The leather harness worked a little, tricking them into biting it rather than the rubber suit. But their teeth were able to shred right through the leather and the pieces fell away only to end up tangling Clara's legs as she stumbled about.

With a loud shout of surprise she fell forwards and hit the hard ground painfully enough to drop the sword. It went spinning away from her and took out the only source of light she had (which honestly wasn't much to start with anyways). Curling up into a ball she screamed louder as the bats now tore into her without any resistance. Clara tried swatting them away but when one got her finger and nearly ripped it off she tucked it tightly to her chest to prevent them getting it again. The pain was excruciating. This was worse than getting shot. Everything was burning. Clara began to have flashes of being in that box, burning alive. She cried out sharply, screaming at the top of her lungs.

The heat was growing. Clara swore she was actually going to explode. Pain was everywhere. Pain was her existence. She could hardly breathe. The air was getting so hot. There was no air. Only fire. A light started to grow making her eyes shut and hide from it. But it was everywhere. The screeching sounds around her started to change. Something was different. Clara didn't know what it was but it felt....better. She dove into it. She let it encompass every part of her. Heat and warmth and light and a burning flame became her only singular thought.

Burn.

Vash would witness the birth of something wonderful. What first started as a slaughter was now turning into a massacre. Against the bats. Clara's body had completely caught fire somehow and was burning the bats who still flocked about her. Her body would start to rise, spreading out her arms as if reaching to the sun. The fire grew and spun around her as if she was the sun itself. It would then take more shape as it spun, drawing in the fire and weaving it about like tails of a primal beast. He'd wanted her to be the predator. Now she was.

With a roaring triumphant scream the girl cried out as she exploded with this fire and spun the tails about to catch every living thing in her path into the blaze. The floor under her was completely charred at this point, and around that had become a sandpit of ash. The walls would turn black from the smoke and the air itself would distort from the heat rising. Had Vash not had a breathing apparatus he likely would have suffocated there in that cage. The fire burned the very air until there was nothing at all left to burn and it died out just as swiftly. Clara's now naked body fell and smacked against the pile of ash below her. She was covered in bite marks, missing chunks out of her flesh, and bleeding all over (though the blood was burned away it would now start bleeding through the open wounds all over again). The sword she'd used now lie in a melted mess of metal and steel as the plastics used inside the hardware were liquefied.

In a rush of wind, the cave would get a sudden breeze from the influx of air before returning back to normal. If there was anything normal about what had just happened.

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[Vash Windrider]

From his would be pedestal, he would watch his apprentice as she ventured into the cold black stench of darkness. It was amusing to watch her. Blind, she had neglected to use the force to sense the creatures or try and shield herself from what was to come. Rather walking into the battle with a fear of the unknown and little more then a sharp stick. So he assumed that this trip was going to e a quick lesson and for the bats a quick meal. He was not that far off.

Vash watched as the continued ever closer to a painful death. The bat like creatures suddenly surrounding her taking turns to attempt to gain their pound of flesh. Go so far as to shake his head in discussed at the pitiful appearance of her defense. Still no use of her force abilities and perhaps the most ridiculous use of any weapon. Much less a sword.

As the creatures surrounded her and overpowered Clara, Vash rightfully assumed it would not be long now. The bats were tearing, biting and clawing at her. Clinging to their meal as they started to take her down. The Sith did not care for the screeching of the vermin but Clara's sounds of terror were like music. But just as he assumed it was done and the girl had nothing left. Vash could feel a disturbance in the force. A power not their before that seemed to be coming from Clara.

It was a manifestation of force energy he remembered from Nar Shaddaa, but with much greater intensity. Vash had only moments to react, lowering his force stealth and concealment to focus all of his efforts on a barrior. One powerful enough to shield himself and his ship from the damage of what was to come.

The match touched off and the inferno quickly followed. Though the clear grey barrier of the force help back the blaze that was soon enough engulfing the entire gave. He could still feel much of the heat. Even within his armor the heat was oppressive. Slowly cooking him from within. Such power and devastation was not rare in powerful masters of the dark side, but Clara was far form mastering anything, especially the dark side.

When it was done the fire withdrew, vanishing from where it came. Taking all life with it but that of Vash and Clara's. The Sith lowered the barrier allowing the breeze to push in fresh cool air to take that of the stench of chard remains. In the middle of the black death, a top a measure of glass, lay Clara. still beaten but victorious.

"Through passion, we gain strength" he said inside her mind, "rise and look around you. My apprentice."

 

[The Firefox]

The darkness felt nice. Sleep was nice. Waking up was not. With a groan she followed after the voice of her master and came back to the land of the living. She rolled over and coughed up a gust of ash she'd inhaled upon waking up. She coughed a few more times before squirming out of the sandpit of corpses. Everything was hurting again. Worse than the tearing of her flesh. The after effect of her body screaming at her was what made everything ache and groan. She felt raw. She could feel the bleeding which was slick under her torso. Looking at her arms as she crawled she could see the damage those kriffing creatures did to her.

With tears in her eyes she held her hand up to the ship where she saw her master. "Please...help me. Help me, master."

[member="Vash Windrider"]​

 

[Vash Windrider]

Vash stood there, looking down at the sad state of Clara. It was not discussed, but rather disappointment that he felt for her. Truthfully is would come as no surprise that the unskilled Clara would so drained from the experience. Pyrokinesis was a powerful and highly draining ability. Vash knew of several Sith and dark side force uses who focused almost entirely on the ability. Years of training and mastery. Clara's was more a kin to a wild defense tactic. The remnant of which was a naked bloody mess of skin and ash.

He could have, and perhaps should have, left her there bleeding and dying in the ashed and blood of her uncontrolled power. But the potential of her ability was to great for the Sith to squander. So instead he would show her mercy. He reached into the small medkit on his utility belt. Pulling from it a small preloaded syringe filled with a concoction of bacta and spice. Something to ease the pain and burn out the sense of pain and bleeding out. The bacta would help a little as well.

Vash leaned down, taking her arm in his right hand while stabbing her in the arm with his left. The meds would hit her system like liquid fire, burning into her system. Not unlike what she did to the cave moments before. The Sith then stood there to watch, so see what his little experiment would do to her.

 

[The Firefox]

As she pleaded for her master to help her she felt the pause in his thoughts. Was he debating leaving her there? How could he? Say it wasn't so? Her heart broke for a second feeling like this was the end, when he choose to save her after all. He came to her, crouching down and pulling out a health-syringe of sorts. She felt the needle go in but it wasn't near as painful as everything else hurting right then. Only the medicine had a killer kick to it. She felt it instantly, turning her veins to acid. She cried out and curled up onto her side as the toxin worked its way through her bloodstream. She winced and groaned and whimpered trying to tolerate it all. After this, she could handle anything.

Her left hand reached out and grabbed onto her master's pants as she felt the meds drastically doing their magic. Her blood would clot faster causing the bleeding to come to a stop. Her skin would start growing faster to repair the missing chunks, which would leave a slimy residue over the exposed tissue. All of it made her feel like she was on fire again, only a very different fire. Being burned was actually like feeling ice cold. So intense your body didn't know how to react. This was quite different. Yet, she wouldn't be able to explain it.

Once the burning sensation became more tolerable she'd finally let go of her master and her arm fell to the ground weakly. She shuddered and trembled before looking up into his faceless helmet. "Thank you, master. Did I.....did I please you?"

[member="Vash Windrider"]​

 

[Vash Windrider]

The reaction to his little concoction was better then expected. Vash was pleased with the results. Clara's flesh had mostly healed and she was responding in her typical fashion. The Sith Master let her gather herself as the drugs did it's job. Finally the moment would pass and Clara would be a healed but still weak mess on the floor of the cave. As usual she asked for his approval, and for one he would give her that approval.

"Yes, most impressive. I see now why your mother was so afraid of you."

Normally he could of continued to erode the foundation of Clara's upbringing. However something would grab the Sith Master's attention. He could feel a sudden disturbance in the force. A power not here before, but rather seemed to awaken after the shock and awe of the power that Clara had showed. It was an immense dark side energy. A power comparable to the Sith who gathered to recently attempt to invade Mandalorian space.

"Gather yourself apprentice."

 

[The Firefox]

With a proud smile Clara's face lit up. Her master not only said she did a good job, but that he acknowledged something inside her by commenting on her own mother's prowess. "I see now why your mother was afraid of you." Those words would follow her for a very long time. Picking herself up, she struggled to her knees and then up to her feet to stand at her master's side. Suddenly, there was a shift in the air. Her master felt it much faster than she, but she felt the way his skin tingled and his mood switched off like a switch.

Telling her to gather herself, she moved closed to him and curled her arms around her naked chest. Her eyes searched the darkness for whatever the cause was. Maybe that large nightmare she thought up actually existed. "Give me a weapon," she whispered ever so quietly to him. Not that she needed one after her pathetic display a moment ago. she was far more dangerous with her own innate abilities than with that of a blade.

Her eyes looked at his weapon belt but it wasn't like he carried around multiple lightsabers, spares to be specific. She knew he had two, but would he spare his other one? Oh why had he broken hers? Just to prove a point? Well, now she was defenseless and now a burden for Vash. How was she supposed to fight for him? It also didn't help she was naked. That seemed to be happening far too often for her lately....

 

[Vash Windrider]

He could feel the eyes of his apprentice on him. Or rather his weapons. Destroying the saber of her mother's creation was the correct step for tearing down the poor foundation set by the mistaken Sith sorceress. But the sudden rise of this unknown aura would set things in motion that Vash was not prepared for. He expected to use the planet and it's creatures to turn Clara into a predator. Not to have to hunt this power down.

What was even more expected was that he could feel the aura reaching out for them. For her. It was perhaps awaken by Clara's clumsy use of her pyrokinesis. With great displeasure and irritation Vash would reach down, taking one of his saber hilts from his utility belt and hand it toward his apprentice.

"Take it apprentice. You're going to need it. As well as a set of robes. Those you will find in the ship."

He would give her a moment to take the weapon and then head for the ship. The Sith master would use that time, to move head. Reach out with the force into the darkness to find the best path. As he walked he could feel the road laid before him. The pulling current of the darkside pulling him to the corner of the cave where a tunnel would suddenly plunge downward.

"excellent."

 

[The Firefox]

With confusion in her eyes she watched him reach for his saber and unclip it. Her first thought was he was simply moving it out of her reach. But when he held it to her and offered her to take it, she knew things must actually be as serious as they felt. For how little she knew of the man she called her master, she knew he wasn't one to just give away deadly weapons. Still, she took it quickly and held her thumb over the switch. It felt so much different than her curved blade she made back on Ziost, but at least it wasn't the d8mned vibrosword anymore.

Her master would then instruct her to return to the ship and find some clothes. She nodded and turned away, heading to the ramp without looking back. Only...she did look back. She stopped when her foot hit the metal and looked over her shoulder to see her master heading into the darkness. He wasn't using his blade, so his form quickly merged with the wall of black. But she knew he was there. She could feel it. She could sense him using the Dark side to find his way. She needed to hurry.

But it be too late. The ground shook suddenly and she stumbled backwards. Clara's foot hit a rock and she fell onto her soft cushy behind. Looking up and around she looked for the source of the quake but the cause was not something nearby to be found. Vash would feel it too. And as Clara tried to find her footing again the earth shook again with even more ferocity. What was once a quick tremor had now become a constant vibration that made it nearly impossible for the young redhead to stay standing; Vash would likely not have as much luck.

"Master!" the girl cried out to the darkness.

Cracks would then burst open all around her. With a whole new sense of fear the girl channeled everything she had left in the Force and frantically picked herself back up for a desperate attempt to get to the ship once more. But as she struggled to get back to her feet it seemed that the ground was fighting back. As soon as she was standing upright, the ground broke under her naked feet and sank, trapping her in a loose pile of dirt. She yanked one of her feet loose and took a step forward when the ground altogether just sank. With a scream she reached for the ramp only to slap it with the tips of her fingers.

She was falling. There was no floor this time. She screamed louder as she clutched Vash's saber to her chest like it was a lost puppy. Darkness was all around her, save for the ceiling which produced the slightest bit of light from the entrance to their ship which was quickly falling in after them. This was it. She was going to die. She was going to get buried alive if not crushed to death by all the rocks and their ship coming ever closer on top of her. Closing her eyes she curled herself into a tight ball. Her master's presence vanished then and she knew that she too would be gone and never heard from again.

Only...something else miraculous happened instead.

// END THREAD​

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