The All-seeing Eye

[Darth Abyss]

Nar Shaddaa, Streets

Once more on of the acolytes that gave their loyalty to Darth Abyss had vanished from the face of the galaxy, leaving the Sith Lord without someone to carry on his legacy again. The only one left was his shadow hand, a kaleesh warrior that had been denied the right to call himself apprentice, discarded as nothing more than a weapon unfit to follow into the path of the sith. This forced the mindeater to seek out another, repeating the seemingly never ending cycle of finding and losing those that served him. Through the channels of the underworld, and the syndicate in particular he got word about a young girl, gifted but also exceptionally unhinged and violent. Coincidental she was the same girl that had been present during the meeting of the sith on Malachor V, marking her as a possible candidate for his search, despite her apparent flaws. Good sith were forged and not born after all.

So he had decided to go on a hunt. Surly it would've been easier to simply pass on a message, maybe a job offer and a promise of credits to draw her out. He was a sith that held a strong and deep connection to the criminals of the galaxy, but this was not underworld business. It was a matter of the sith, and as such it would be conducted in a way fit for that. As a lord of the sith he couldn't take on an apprentice without making clear that he was the superior one right from the start, or else he risked to create a being either incompetent or disloyal, both traits that had no place when creating a legacy.

His eyes and ears where everywhere on the smuggler moon, in every bar, every shop, every district, and as far as he knew this girl was a rather memorable figure. By combining the tools of fear, violence and a ridiculous amount of wealth he had called anyone in his employee to report back should she show herself anywhere on the moon. And once she did, the hunt would begin. She might could stand for herself against the force of criminals, but if she would be able to resist both the strength of a sith lord and the seductive promises of unlimited power that came with him was another question.

Walking the streets shrouded in his ragged robe and his face obscured behind his mask, hidden in the shadows and invisible to the naked eye, he kept his senses attuned as well. Those gifted with the force left an echo, and he had reached true mastery when it came to listen in to them. Even if his network of spies would fail him, he would find her.

[member="Serenity Loveheart"]

 

[Natalie LaForte]

Eltectronica
Nar Shaddaa

Serenity wasn't difficult to find. In fact, she loved being found, whether that be for a bounty or even to lure in unsuspecting citizens to pay for her next meal, it was all the same to her really. This night was a little different though, she was accompanied by her sister. Being regulars at this club, and her sister having, 'relations' with the Doorman made it easy to slip past the crowds. What's the point of going to a club and waiting in line all night? She was even dressed up for the occasion, in comparison to her usual outfit, one that her mother bought for her as a leaving present for University. It didn't bring her sorrow, she felt powerful in it, like it was something that she was meant to wear.

Her sister on the other hand was same-old-same-old, nothing but her skin-tight violet suit with LEDs. Typical. Today was even one of the rare occasions that she decided not to bring her weapons, her sister was a good enough shot to handle her, and the place had a good reputation. The only way of getting guns in here were by having a handbag, which she never carried. The only way to reload her guns was to have the bullets hanging around her, not the most discrete way of carrying a weapon.

The club's lights were blasting, filled to the brim with various species here for the sole purpose of having a good time. She had even managed to score a drink by promising a Rodian a 'Night he wouldn't forget'... before swiftly getting him ejected for 'touching her'. This place was strict. Little did she know the looming dark presence outside the club. She turned to her sister and began to speak. Muffled blares came out at first and Carina extended her hand to her ear, indicating that she couldn't hear.

She yelled this time.

"DO YOU KNOW HOW TO GET INTO THE VIP BOOTH?"

The music just so happened to be fade into another song, making what she just said blatantly obvious to everyone around her. A group chuckle began before the song began playing again, and the dancers continued. Carina laughed, putting her hand on Serenity's shoulder, then grabbing her arms and busting a move that could only be performed while intoxicated. Serenity didn't drink herself, water was her addiction.

"Honestly you're the best"

With her question unanswered, she continued to dance, every time she got too close she could feel her sister's needler jabbing into her side.

Life was good.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

"My lord. We good word that the girl you're looking for was sighted inside Eltectronica. The owner was already informed that you're on your way."

Followed by a second of static the channel cut out from his comm. The men of his inner eye, the private intelligence agency that worked under his command had not disappointed him once more. They were the only few that never had to be exact, loyal to their teeth and skilled as far as a force insensitive man or woman could be, they had proven their worth time and time again. Still shrouded in the shadows he made his way to the nightclub, using the many shortcuts he knew from spending years on Nar Shaddaa, until he reached a small back entrance. There stood a man, the owner of the club, dressed in a suit, sweat dropping down from his face.

From one second to another the sith lord revealed himself to the outside, the menacing figure standing in front of the back entrance for everyone to see. Without even saying a word he stepped inside, the owner frozen in place by the fear that the aura Abyss projected, not willingly but simply by being there. Once inside the people formed a path for the hooded man to traverse through, even in their drunken state aware that it would be best to not stand in his way. Darth Abyss, or rather Prophet as he was called in the underworld, was seen as myth by most that heard about him. Very few fully believed that some sith lord was wandering the streets of the moon, and even less believed that he was as big of a player in the criminal ventures there as people said.

Yet as soon as they laid eyes on him and felt the cold inside their hearts and minds that came with him they knew that it was the truth. Tomorrow he would be little more than just another blurred image to them, further fueling the myth that he had created around himself. In the distance he could make out a girl that fitted the description he got for [member="Serenity Loveheart"]. Only a few meters away from her a red lightsaber pierced through the darkness, as he stepped towards her in a slow pace.

"Prove your worth acolyte."

Now the first of many tests had begun.

 

[Natalie LaForte]

The music stopped. The girls stopped. Everything went to a standstill. A circle had formed around the two, and as the hooded figure approached, Serenity could have swore that he had saw him somewhere, the very thought of him, didn't necessarily strike fear into her, but the situation made him even more terrifying, amplifying his presence. She already knew what was happening. In a blink, she had reached for her sister's Needler, she, now too intoxicated to even put up a notable fight. She pushed her into the crowd but before whispering into her ear.

"See ya later."

The blonde plats disappeared into the crowd. The pink, fiery weapon uncloaked itself, now visible in her hand. She had used this many times before, but this was a learning experience, especially against such a powerful master; needless to say, she would've much preferred a something she had previously worked with to deal with him.

"This isn't the first test I've done this week."

The glowing light saber proved to be too much of a threat, she had to open the playing field. She fired a few of the darts in his general direction, not really intending to hit him, more so keep him pre-occupied. A shriek would come from the crowd as this happened, and she backed up into it. She knew that the Sith weren't beyond genocide, her actual intention to stop the blade from getting to her neck. She fired a few more, these now aimed to the best of her ability. They spiraled throughout the air, these ones now definitely going to pierce if he chooses not to move. Some of the crowd rushed for the exit, while others stood idly, moving slowly away, possibly to their own detriment.

This time, she spoke slightly louder.

"Maybe you should just give up now?"
She grinned, awaiting his move, twirling the weapon once around her finger.


[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

At least she meant to put up a fight, that was more than he could say about many that had tried to become his apprentice. Defiance was a interesting little emotion. The greatest of lords held it, as well as the lowliest acolytes, only with the difference that time and wisdom taught when to hold on to it, and when to let it go. That was probably the reason why Abyss, a man that became a lord after merely 22 years of walking the galaxy, was yet to learn when to channel it and when not. Instead of slowing down, or avoiding her attack, he decided for the far more menacing option at his hands, the one of a master of the mental arts. His left rose, his finger clamped into a claw, as his mind extended and reached out for the innocent bystanders around him. Instantaneously four of them formed a wall around the sith lord, only to fall to the ground around him as their bodies were filled with projectiles.

"Maybe you should not misjudged your situation."

Casually Abyss stepped over the corpses created by the girls needler, the bit of his face that was visible below the mask revealing that he waa absolutely unfazed by all of this. The crowd around her was the shield she chose against a sith lord, a foolish attempt that he would quickly turn into a disadvantage for her. Controlling so many with simply his mind was even beyond him, but there were other ways to create violence, chaos and unrest. His blade still loosely hanging in his right he made another step towards her, while his left reached into his robe.

A second later credits rained down on the crowd, enough to spend a few well feed years in a good home if someone would be able to collect then all. On Nar Shaddaa that meant that violence was right around the corner, as the people of the crowd overcame their fear due to the greed that lived within most of them. After a short delay he could hear the sound of the first bone being broken, as the people began to tear each other apart in their mix of fear, greed and adrenalin that brought out the beast that lived inside of every men and women.

Now she either had to come out and face him, kill the crowd or try to run. He himself simply stood, waiting for her next move.

[member="Serenity Loveheart"]

 

[Natalie LaForte]

A drop of sweat came across her forehead as soon as she saw the man control the emotions of those around her. She had heard of these types of stories, Jedi being placed in a moral predicament, shoot the Lord's mindless zombies or be killed... no... If he really wanted her dead, he could've done exactly what he had done on those around her, he could've forced her own sister to turn against her, yet, he didn't. The individuals surrounding her fell to their knees attempting to grab as many credits as possible, filling the air with currency? Perhaps she had finally met her match.

She lowered the Needler and gripped it tightly, shoving some of the bystanders out of her way while maintaining distance with her opponent, the four bodies whom she had just riddled with needles... that wasn't her issue, killing people wasn't on her moral compass. What shocked her was how he managed to control 4 people at the same time, and remain unstained by it all. One person attempted to jump on her, pour soul got 6 syringe-like projectiles to their stomach, their motion stopping and falling on whoever was below her. Her face remained unscathed.

"What do you want with me exactly? If you wanted me dead, well, it's within your power to do it. You're obviously much stronger than I, yet you chose to let me live?"

She stood confused. Even she had faced opponents tougher than her in this situation, and they usually accepted a surrender before being backstabbed by herself when they trusted her. She didn't know this man's true power, the force was limitless in its capabilities, and from what she had seen, he had a tight grip on it. The dress she was wearing, now smattered with blood, becoming increasingly impractical as the situation developed. Another came behind her, grabbing her shoulder. She turned around, slightly surprised before dealing another 6 needles into them. Reloading the gun, she stood still and confused in the Lord's presence.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

"There is only one thing I need from you."

The sith lord continued his path through the crowd, almost all of them making room for for him despite their greed. Only one man wasn't quick enough, rising from the ground right the second that Abyss crossed by him. The fear in his eyes was replaced by emptiness, as the claw like nails of the mindeater pierced into his forehead followed by small drops of blood running down over his face. A second later he dropped to the ground again, all tension in his body gone, together with the man's mind. With a satisfied grin Abyss walked further, his hunger temporary stilled by the thoughts, memories and emotions he had just devoured.

"Your loyalty."

This was nothing more than a great act, a show laid down for her so there would be no real resistance. An apprentice of the sith had little to no say in their choice of master, as it was the master and not the apprentice that made that decision. All they could do was to bid their time and grow into strong sith under a masters guidance, run and try to avoid being ever found by the sith, or die. His right rose, pointing the crimson plasma blade at her chest only a handful of steps away from her.

"Kneel."

He had allowed his last few apprentices a lot of freedoms, and he would allow them to her, but this time not right from the start. In his opinion a sith had to find a own path, as their strength was that of the individual. But maybe his mistake had been to not force them into full submission completely. She would suffer for the mistakes of those before her. Was that fair? No, most certainly not, but the same could be said about the galaxy as a whole.

[member="Serenity Loveheart"]

 

[Natalie LaForte]

"Kneel"​

​

It wasn't a word she had heard before in her lifetime. Not from anybody, relatives, friends or foes. It was a strange word to be old. To obey, to follow, to submit. Yet, whether it be the people now about to flood the club, the looming threat of that saber, the dress which was now seeping blood to her skin, the 7 dead bodies and presumably more to come. This wasn't something she wanted to continue further.

Reluctantly, she lowered herself, one knee upright, one down, the needler now right beside her side.

"I solemnly swear my loyalty to you, my Lord"

That was something that her father had taught her. Suck up to them as much as possible and hope they won't destroy you.

The club's music started up again, a blood pool spilled from beneath her, the credits still raining down, causing panic among the people. Really just an ordinary day on Nar Shaddaa to the locals, to any outsiders this would be a rare occurance, possibly once in a life time.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

"Then come, apprentice. Your training begins now."

He had watched her closely as she descended down on one knee, he could feel her reluctance and even still some of her defiance and yet she understood that it was submit or fight, and in this case to fight meant to die. The yellow gaze of his sulfuric glowing eyes rested upon her for another moment before the sith lord turned around, making his way to the backdoor through which he had entered the club. With his red blade returned into its hilt, he walked through the leftover crowd. On the outside waited a speeder to take them to a more fitting location to continue with what would be her first lesson.


Nar Shaddaa, Slums - Abandoned warehouse

After years spend on the smuggler moon, you were either dead, broke, an addict or powerful. In case of Abyss it was the last one. Another thing that came in handy after those years was the knowledge he had collected over old, abandoned places all around Nar Shaddaa, including many abandoned warehouses and factories that were build in a time before there was a city above the city, areas once ravaged by the vong, and utterly left behind by other today. These places rested silently beyond the reach of his enemies and allies alike, the perfect places to hide.

The warehouse he choose had been transformed into a small safe house not to long ago, a secluded location outfitted with a handful of useful items in case on an emergency. Abyss lead into the wide, open room that was barley illuminated by the faint light that fell down from the city above, making his path towards a seemingly blank, slightly dirty wall. His right hand moved over the cold stone, and through his mouth came a quite whisper in an old language, and from one moment to another a spell was broken, revealing the collection beyond the imaginary wall.

On a table rested a single and simple black robe, a few firearms, grenades and swords. Yet the real eye catcher wasn't any of these objects, but the hilt of a jedi lightsaber laying besides them. It was one of the many Abyss held in his collection, one with a blue blade that he wrestled of a corpse in one of the many battles he had fought in. One day she would construct her own weapon if she made it that far in her training, but for now the weapon would server her well. Wordlessly he pointed at the table, signaling her to to take whatever she saw fit.

[member="Serenity Loveheart"]

 

[Natalie LaForte]

The meeting point had been arranged, luckily, the dress she was wearing could be changed out of easily. Before getting on the speeder, she went into the right alley of the club, where a crowd had now gathered and picked up Zaps, her preferred weapon and threw the needler down the alley. She also changed out of the dress into her usual attire, which she was simply wearing underneath.

Her eyes squinted as she entered the room with him. As the wall faded and the arsenal became apparent, she instinctively went for the light saber. She knew she was going to have to learn at some point how to use it, even if it wasn't her preferred method of murder. It felt heavy in her hand, although in saying that, her regular gun was much more enduring for the inexperienced. Perhaps this had a secret, perhaps an emotional weight attached to it. She had heard the stories of crafting light-sabers, the tedious task of finding a 'Kaiburr' crystal and bonding with it. She knew this only because of how much her father despised the Jedi, he himself being a former. There is no way a Sith could construct this, obviously stolen.

The iridescent blade lit up, the azure sparkle and shimmer emanating off of it. Her eyes widened for a second before cutting the power, she didn't want to remove anyone's limbs unintentionally.

She didn't care much for the other weapons, they were no better than the one she was currently wielding. She didn't know whether to speak or not, the awkward silence building before saying.

"Uh... that's all I need."

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

As an answer the sith lord simply nodded. This moment was something he had done with many that he had taught. Sometimes they looked at the other weapons first, maybe even took one or two, but in the moment their saber ignites for the first time everything else was forgotten. There were easier ways to kill, silent and unseen, or with raw strength and heavy weapons. But a lightsaber was far more that a weapon, it was a symbol both for the jedi and sith. Yet the sith had a slightly more pragmatic view, which was why she was already wielding one.

"Tell me girl, do you know the code of our order?"

He expected her to, after she had shown up on Malachor, but before they could continue he had to know for certain. The code was the only truth the sith accepted, it was their live, their mantra. Only if she knew the words and understood them could there be any hope that she would become a powerful sith someday. Every sith lived by the code and died by the code. It was the code that created their mindset, and it was their mindset that gave them strength. Yet that wouldn't be the only test of this day.

"Defend yourself."

In on fluid motion the hilt of his weapon jumped into his right, the red blade ignited and pointed at her chest. He gave her moment of time to answer his question and prepare herself, then followed the first strike. The saber fell down on from his right. It was a simlle attack and only used a fraction of his speed and strength, so she could either evade or block it. Soon he wouldn't be so nice anymore.

[member="Serenity Loveheart"]

 

[Natalie LaForte]

The question was an unusual one, but she remembered it as clear as day, from the hours spent in the living room as her father would recite it, then force her to practice it. The last line though... wouldn't come out. Oh what was it again...?

"Isn't it... peace is a lie... power is passion,
Through passion I gain strength,
Through strength I gain power,
Through power I gain victory,
Through victory, my chains are broken-.."

Before she could finish, the plasma came to her chest, she could feel the exothermic heat just inches from ending her life. Was he always this rash?

She backed away from him and contemplated using the weapon she had received just moments ago, but argued against it in her own head. No point in losing a limb on the first day of training, she took a couple more steps back and unstrapped the laser cannon from her shoulder, did he want her to shoot him? Even if she did, the chances of him even allowing himself to be hurt by it were slim to none, and at such a close range she knew the power of it.

"If you insist"

Her eyes squinted, the gun traced to the faint outline of his body and span up for a second before unleashing a seemingly endless volley of projectiles, some scorching the ground, others the wall and still others were on a direct collision course with the lord. The gun's heavy recoil would make it difficult for a novice to use, but she wasn't one. She had used this hundreds of times before, slaying countless adversaries. Something told her though, that this was going to be a bit more difficult than the usual rabble present in Nar Shaddaa.

"Are you always this rash?"

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

"The force shall free me."

Abyss said, ending the code with what he considered the most crucial line from them all. It was not enough to know the words, they must be lived to be understood. passion, strength, power, victory and freedom, the few things that mattered to the sith. Everything else was meaningless.

"Rash? And again you misjudged the situation. There is truly much you still have to learn."

The shots directed at where deflected by his blade with ease, but he still had to give her some credit. Using her own weapon instead of the newly claimed saber was certainly the smarter option, but it wouldn't help her much for simple reason: Abyss left formed a claw, and a telekinetic grip pulled on the weapon, meant to leave her with nothing but the blade. It was like throwing someone into a body of water. Either they learned to swim, or they died. At least that was his philosophy when it came to teaching the ancient art of lightsaber combat.

He quickly advanced forward after his telekinetic attack, uncaring if it succeeded or not. Even if he just brought her out of balance he would've enough time to place another strike. This time he closed the distance between the two with a quick step forward, ending it in a stab for her hands. Few people picked the hands as target for an attack, but Abyss was a expert when it came to strikes that weren't outright deadly, but slowly drained an opponent of options.

[member="Serenity Loveheart"]

 

[Natalie LaForte]

"Maybe, maybe not"

She could feel the gun being ripped from her hands with a force she couldn't compete with. May as well use it. She grasped it for a few more seconds until Abyss got close, before dropping it entirely and unsheathing the energy blade she picked up just moments ago.

Warily, she pressed the button and once again it sprang to life. The blue glow shimmering once more, although now in a much graver position. The stab for her hands was too quick for her to contest, and stepped backwards in a hurry, tripping slightly but regaining her composure. She paused and wondered what to do.

"I might not be mis-judging the situation, perhaps you are mis-guided in your thought?"

She smiled once more, placing her right foot infront of her other with the weapon held out in front of her, as she had seen many do in holovids. Instinctively, she then drew the blade closer to herself in a defensive maneuver, she wasn't winning this by throwing swings at him. She would watch for now, and wait for an opportunity.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Smack talk. In Abyss opinion a very underrated art that had many uses in a fight. It was so effective that the sith actually gave it a name: Dun Möch, a technique that the sith lord had reached near mastery in. Words could deveice, break focus and spirit if used right. Like her he always held a natural talent for throwing words at his enemies, sometimes to great effect.

"Already playing mindgames? And here I thought our encounter in the club taught you how that normally ends."

It wouldn't be that hard for him to use his control over minds to fight her, but that wouldn't teach her much. Instead he simply placed another strike, this time aimed at her knees. The red plasma blade came down in a wide arc towards he legs from his right. A rather simple strike to avoid or block, but placed deep enough to force her to change her position.

Clearly she used her instincts, but her stance was lacking. To static for the quick paced and dynamic art of lightsaber combat, and his strike would teach her to stay on her feet the whole time. The only few that could stand almost still where those with great physical strength or years of experience, for anyone else it was a death sentence.

[member="Serenity Loveheart"]

 

[Natalie LaForte]

"Mistakes don't happen twice. Not in my world." she grinned as she spoke, lowering her blade to her knees to contest with the Lord.

Still a novice but competing with him was impressive to her, but of course she knew he wasn't even using his full potential. She rose the light saber, still striking against hers and stepped back yet again before lunging into him, attempting a direct counter-attack to his torso before lowering it in a feint.

"But then again, maybe you should stop going easy on me. Or is this your full potential?"

A giggle emerged from her figure as she began to draw the lightsaber close to her chest again, this time in a diagonal position, 45 degrees from her hand.

"You did have to disarm me from my most-favorite gun in the galaxy."

Really, at this point she was trying to be more annoying than anything. His resolve was strong and the bullying tactics most likely wouldn't work on such an individual, but she continued to pester him further.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

"It is truly a shame that humor will not help you survive."

He was fully aware what she was trying to do, and he encouraged it. To break an opponent with words one had to hold power, both of body and mind, as even the best speakers needed something to underline their threats. But to break someone concentration all one needed was a fast mouth and a quick wit, both things she had shown to posses. One future day that skill would come in handy for her, but this was not that day.

"My true potential? Well if you insist."

The mindeater took a step back, the blade hanging low. Sure he could do some fancy, flashy moves with his saber, but this was a sith lesson after all. If she said something like this to a lord of the sith, then she had to live with the consequences. Only so she would learn to rather not do that again in the close future.

His left formed a claw which pointed at her head. Like before in the club his mind extended, unleashing the chaos and entropy of the abyss at her, twisting and confusing her thoughts to he point where he hopefully could control her whole body with nothing but a flick of his wrist. He was one to never underestimate even the lowliest acolyte, as even the most broken ones sometimes held strong mental defense. Should he be able to break through hers, her body would begin to move on its own, lifting the blade in her hand to a position only centimeters away from her throat.

[member="Serenity Loveheart"]

 

[Natalie LaForte]

She considered attacking once more, her blade still in her hand at a 45 degrees angle.

"I do ins-.."

Before she could finish, she could feel her mind being penetrated; and looking up at him she saw his claws clasping, the same thing that caused the inevitable suicide of those people at the club. Invaded and weak, she screamed in agony as the unknown force pierced her psyche, instinctively dropping the light saber, the switch clanking against the ground, turning it off. She remembered the past, the failures, but mostly it started to fade, she couldn't think straight, couldn't think at all, with this mental battle being fought in her head.

Although she wasn't under his complete control, she certainly couldn't act on her own. Her mind almost shattered, in agony and pain on her knees as the attack continued.

Through the pain she managed a laugh.

"I-... wa-..s kidding..."

As she shut her eyes, it continued.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

The void that had opened closed as she dropped to her knees, as Abyss forced himself to keep the hunger contained within. His condition was slowly turning worse, and the desire to devour knowledge growing with every day that passed by. The sulfuric of his yellow got brighter for a moment, before the glow in them was gone. A single deep breath was what followed, as the mindeater regained full control over himself.

"I know apprentice."

But as he said humor wouldn't help her survive the live of a sith. It was important to have some, simply to keep your sanity intact. Her mistake wasn't humor itself, but her mistimed and misplaced attempt at it. Hopefully that lesson was stuck in her head now. Like all sith he had learned it in a rather unpleasant way himself, and since then it had always been present.

"Do you understand why I punished you?"

A key point of the sith training was punishment, but an apprentice had to accept it. The anger, hate and frustration that existed between master and apprentice were nothing personal, it only served as fuel for the power of the dark side. She either had to understand that if she sought to truly be powerful one day, or she would break under the pressure of her training. Only time would tell.

[member="Serenity Loveheart"]

 

[Natalie LaForte]

The void that surged closed in an instant as she fell, the pain subsidized, mostly, bar a dull one still present in her head, possibly still needing to be filled with conscious thought.

"Oh I definitely do understand."

She reached for the light saber once more, the flicker turning on. Sneak attacks always work better, though this wasn't her intention after being damaged.

"Only learning after the best."

The blue blade came to life in an instant and she lunged for his legs once more, this time, no feint was present. A rational decision? No. A good decision? Indeed. Attacking him while he thought she was going to give up would only give her an advantage. The Sith were never honorable, and she intended to show him this.

As the blade surged towards him, a smirk came across her face. There was no personal hatred, definitely not. If anything she aspired to be like him, breaking the psychological will of his opponents. And the only way to improve was to practice. If this was the case, she was going to use it to her advantage.

Just then, she felt a rush of power come to her, regaining her psychological well-being. Although not as powerful as a Lord's scream, it fueled her rage to intensify. An echo boomed from within the force, and a small ripple could be felt. It was sure to not have an effect on him, but it served as a fuel to her fire to fight.

[member="Darth Abyss"]