Skai's The Limit

[Asher]

What was it with Masters and having you run errands? Myn lowered a small crate of components to the floor and then walked over to the same shelf as she had gotten said crate from to pick up a nearly identical one. It was heavy, but she had the force to help with that. Was that the entire point of this? To squander her gifts in the storage room as the man set himself up in the great chamber to have her watch him work? Because so far that was all that she had done. If the point of this exercise was for Pyrrhus to test Myn’s patience he had sure picked a good way to do so. There was nothing the girl hated more than waste, and right now that was all she felt like she was doing.

She wasn’t some slave, she wasn’t someone you just tossed out of sight or mind. She was Myn Eris, the apprentice of Darth Pyrrhus and the sole reason he hadn’t let himself grow entirely soft just yet. Or well, so she told herself. And here she was in the rotting basement warehouse of an alchemist who seemed to have no better use for her beyond carrying things from one spot to the other. It was insulting, that was what it was. She was being deliberately discarded. This was a test! Of course! Pyrrhus wasn’t testing her patience, the man she was working under temporary squalor was.

The girl groaned and dropped the crate on the floor.

She should have known.

Her head shook as she decided to leave his stupid supplies roll around the floor. She had words to share with him and he was going to hear them whether or not he wanted to. There was no middle ground for these things with Myn.

… Pyrrhus was quite aware of that by now.

… And Myn kind of liked it. Was no man or woman ever going to tell her what to do without asking her first.

Except Pyrrhus.

But only because he was her master. For now.

[member="Skai"]​

 

[Thaddeus Wyse]

[member="Myn Eris"]

No plan survives enemy contact.

It was a phrase often whispered throughout the military circles. Skai wasn't military, but her people were warriors and shamans and they had their own little piece of wisdom:

Olepi iyece wanasa.

The hunter becomes the hunted and the implication was that the hunter lost their edge, before that could occur. Crimson stained the table and floor, the corpse half-slumped as Skai had already let go of the Sith's hair. She was about to turn and disappear once more through the opened window, when the door to the room suddenly slammed open.

In came a young woman, finger already raised in indignation, frown caressing brow, fury in her eyes.

All of that died once she noticed her Master, then the assassin next to him... bloody dagger still in her hands.

Both froze in that moment.

 

[Asher]

[member="Skai"]

Harsh footsteps echoed through the hallways until Myn was finally by the man’s door. How did she want to approach this? Loud and forceful or quiet and subservient? Obviously when facing it in such a way, it became all the more obvious that there was only really the one way.

The door opened with a bang. Myn raised a finger towards the man, her irritation spreading a small frown on her lips as she stared at him… No wait, that was… That wasn’t him, it was a her, and she was… Bloodied knife… Man dead next to her though. The finger curled until it popped in her sockets, hands tensing up to let all fingers do the same.

“Well that’s just great.” The acolyte groaned and grabbed her saber. “I guess the honor wasn’t all mine in the end.”

Snap-hiss and ready pose.

“This is like a second best, at most. I guess.”

With great focus she began to run for the assassin with her saber ready for a strike. Pyrrhus had expected her to come here and learn. So much for that.

 

[Thaddeus Wyse]

[member="Myn Eris"]

Lessons could be found in the strangest places and times.

The first lesson of the shadow kill was to disappear as soon as possible and ensure that you were not seen, not then, not ever. To be seen, to have your face attached to the visage of a bloody edge and lives taken held bad omens. It spoke of failure and it spoke of risks in the future, because those who could link an event such as that with a face such as this? Well, that was best to be avoided, but right now there was no such option. The moment Myn charged was the moment that the Witch saw her clean exit was gone.

Seven breaths for the servant to reach her.

Only two before the acidic whisps of smoke solidified themselves into twin daggers, her fingers curling around the hilts with a lightness she did not feel.
Two more and she crouched down in a stance of immediate battle.
The last three were spend in prayers: Adalassi Den... Do. may the spirits forgive my straying hand.

Her eyes snapped open and alchemized steel from the spirits made contact with humming lightsaber blade. There was strength behind the strike, but Skai was ready- with a clash of steel the lightsaber was swiped away as the pommel of her second blade came crashing at Myn's abdomen.

 

[Asher]

[member="Skai"]

Had the girl heard the word ‘servant’ she would have been far angrier, far more upset at the mere indication that this was anything less than a convenient way for Pyrrhus to buy himself alone time without having his apprentice make a quip at every single thing he did. Servant would imply she was here for the dead man’s convenience, something she had very much not been in the slightest since arriving.

And now he was dead, so what did that matter? The fact that she was even engaging this assassin was a lot more for personal reasons than actually rushing to defend a dead, or rather, weak sith. The strong did not fall for something as simple as an assassin in the night, and those that did had no place amongst the living anyway. He was weak, weaker than Myn who was still alive, and in death he served her no purpose. Could she have made pretenses that she was sad that he was gone? Hardly. All the more for the cause if it meant the right people were weeded out.

Daggers met against her saber, and for a second she was suprised she hadn’t cut them in two by now. Well then, perhaps this person was a little more than just an assassin but it changed very little. A blade came swiping and Myn would jump it, or rather she would jump the attacker in full, blade reaching out to swipe for whoever it was’ head.

It was just to figure the hit didn’t land.

Catching her landing with a hand firm against the ground Myn would extinguish her blade and roll backwards, under the alchemist’s table and then out on the other side to get herself a moment to think about her next move. The blade lit up again as she grinned at her attacker.

“You know how it is,” She shrugged. “Why did you do it, et cetera? Please tell me, I totally care.”

A small chuckle forced her shoulders to tense up in a chuckle. “I mean, not really, but why are you here?”

 

[Thaddeus Wyse]

[member="Myn Eris"]

Flashy.

Exertion of energy.

But not inept, there was skill there, even if it wasn't harnessed properly. Myn made space and put the table between them, enough room to have a conversation without cutting each other's heads off. Maybe it was the hunger that drove her, wanting to go for the quick kill, but then realizing that it wouldn't be as easy as that.

Possible.

"Not for you." Skai retorted, before gesturing at the dead Sith. "For him."

Shrug of the shoulders, light and controlled, there was no sense of loss there. The focus completely on studying every single move Myn made and did not make.

Trying to find a weakness there, a knee weaker than most, a shoulder difficult to rotate, an eye that blinked more than it should. "He took what wasn't his, my Master was displeased, but balance has been restored." Her veins pumped adrenaline, tension rose in muscles, breath became heavier and shorter.

Skai wanted to go for the kill.

But she waited.

For now.