The claiming of Zane

[Zane]

Today Zane was to be pulled out of the gladiatorial arena for advanced warrior training. It was rather odd considering he was by gender, a slave. What did his masters want now? The muscular warrior stood tall waiting for who would come. A light saber was given by the request of someone special apparently. It was a two handed yellow light saber, it was very light for Zane. But for others it would be actually heavy, still zane had no idea what was going on. He peered out the window of the arena in his room. He was told it would be his last time staying today. What would he see? And what would happen?

@Kiyala Demont

 

[Kiyala Demont`]

A terrible dark mist would obscure his vision as the silhouette of her form could be made out as she slowly approached the young slave. She was taking a risk simply by being here alone but it was a risk that her prophetic sight told her was needed. This man should be freed from his shackles of slavery but she would not free him until he freed himself. The amusing point of it was that until he released himself from his own slavery he will never be as strong as he could be. But it wasn't a master or teacher's job to hand everything to their student on a silver platter.

As she stopped mere feet away from him the mist would she make her features shrouded as she spoke. "I trust you know how to use the thing. You'll be making your own later but for now were leaving." Without any preamble did she began to walk off her mist following her into a dense but short forest like path. She made her presence obvious only to him as she moved and he better move quickly if he did not want to be left for dead.

A slave that was left by their master was either assigned a harsh master or death but neither were easy choices. . .

@Zane

 

[Zane]

@[member="Kiyala Demont"]
The dark mist spoke to him about his weapon, he definitely knew how to use one. After pondering he barely saw his misty master walking away, he followed her into the dense forest. She could immediately see the desire to finally leave that horrific arena behind him. Zanes bulky, muscular body was as slow as a giant unfortunately. With his designed two handed light saber being held with only one of his hands he ran quick. Hopefully, this would be enough for the nightsister to slow down a tad. The Forrest around him was filled with life, he would have to be careful about his surroundings. Luckily, he had endurance and determination on his side this would be a good ally for this slow brute to not fall behind.

 

[Kiyala Demont`]

Within the brush of the Forest lain and Aleph class starfighter primed up by the rather spunky astro-mech droid that seemed to chime away in a almost musical sense. Utilizing a small burst of the force she had the cockpit window open and she nimbly leaped in the the pilot seat. Tne slave had two minutes and nothing more besides it would give her enough time to quickly commune with Dathomir for a second. It had been so long since she walked this world but one day she will be back as a Conqueror if only she could bide her time long enough.

She could feel the plague upon it spreading and she cursed the plague bringers name. She cursed her own self for listening to the advice of others and allowing this atrocity to remain.

 

[Zane]

@[member="Kiyala Demont"]
Zane leaped in with his power threw his hamstrings into the fighter, off they went, together. Once he was in there was a silence about. The tentative warrior awaited for his master to speak to him.

 

[Zane]

@[member="Kiyala Demont"]
(OCC: do I need to fix my grammar english is not my first language xD)

 

[Zane]

[member="Kiyala Demont"]

(OCC: Ready?)