The Unwilling Apprentice

[Kataly'a]

The Criminal Underworld isn't new to Kataly'a, in fact it feels more like home than the Jedi Order ever did. In the few years between running from her father and the First Order and joining the Jedi, she had made her living as a thief and a dancer for a short time. Her lithe form slipped inside the Cantina unnoticed, her pretty face hidden by the black cloak she wore. Though she was more than capable of defending herself, there was no need to draw unwanted attention to herself. The saber staff resting in her belt felt heavy as she surveyed her surroundings. No one wanted to be a Jedi after the war, not even a rogue like herself.

Quietly, she maneuvered her small frame through the rambunctious crowd, ordering the strongest alcohol they had and settling herself in an unoccupied seat in the corner. Kataly'a knew that being her was a dangerous mistake, but she was angry and itching for a fight. Where better than a Cantina?

The Jedi had lost the war, but she had lost so much more than that. Kataly'a had suffered through years of torment from her fellow Jedi, her heritage had caused her to be shunned, because no one believed the daughter of a Sith Lord could ever become a Jedi. Years of dedicated work had proved them wrong, and she had been knighted. Still, she was treated like an outsider, as if she would betray the Jedi at the first temptation. The final straw had been her unlucky apprentice, Raku. It had been one of the final battles in this hellish war, and because of her superior's command her apprentice had been left to die, and there was nothing Kataly'a could do to save the young boy.

Kataly'a had raged, destroying everything in her path. She could no longer bare the disapproving looks her elders gave her, and she had left the Rebel base that night, unsure of where she was going or if she would come back.


So here she sat, recklessly angry at the universe, exuding waves of rage strong enough that she doesn't sense the other Force-user in the room until its too late.

 

[Huxy]

[member="Kataly'a"]

Furor sat at the bar of the cantina, his eyes looking lazily around the room. It was just another day, a different time on Tatooine, nothing new...nothing special was happening. A filled glass sat in front of his face, untouched by him or anyone else save for the bartender who poured it. In the murky glass was a thick brown liquid from which bubbles fizzled and popped as they rose to the top of the brown liquid. It was alcohol, beer of some sort Furor figured. Though he actually had no idea what it honestly was. He had tried the same thing a night before, though this one looked different. That, or he was just losing his mind from having nothing to do while on Tatooine...which was probably the real reason why he had no idea what it was. That, and the previous excitement from a few nights ago was lost...well after that big fight it was hard to calm him down. Furor was itching for something, anything to do. Furor closed his tired eyes, reaching out through the force trying to find something.

He didn't have to look far until he found something...no someone. They..no she felt close to him, really close as a matter of fact. Furor felt a wave of rage and hate roll over him as he reached out before finally finding the source...he thinks. Only problem was, he didn't want to scare her. He was a sith...she was something else, something he couldn't place his finger on. Though he was intrigued nonetheless. He stood up abruptly, his brown-blue eyes opening to take in the scene around him, trying to find the source of all of this hate and rage. Furor felt a pull in one direction of the bar, so he decided to follow it. After all, nothing bad could really happen from it, right?

 

[Kataly'a]

[member="Furor Dragoon"]

Calling upon her Jedi training to calm her panic, Kataly'a raises her green gaze to meet the intrigue of the Sith male. He's rather young, maybe a few years older than her, and that gives her hope that he's not much more experienced than her and she can gain the upper hand if it comes to it. He doesn't feel angry, though she can sense his dull agitation through the Force, he merely seems curious. Still, she keeps her hand steady on the hilt of her saber.

"Can I help you?" She addresses him, her hood falling back as she tilts her head up, revealing the striking features of her face. Rationally, she knows she should be nicer to him. It makes more sense to fool him with pleasantries than to enrage him, but the fire still burns angry and hot within her and she can't reign it in.

Her eyes rake over him as she decides the optimal way to take him out, he's much larger than her with sturdy muscles, but her smaller size means she is most likely more agile than him. If she catches him off guard right now, she can run her saber straight through him. However, if the Jedi taught her anything, it's patience. So she waits to hear what he has to say, curious as to why he hasn't attacked yet.

 

[Huxy]

[member="Kataly'a"]

"Oh, sorry...I was just curious. Uhm...may I sit here? Sorry if I disturbed you.." Furor asked genuinely. He wasn't trying to be openly hostile with her, as most sith were. He merely wanted to talk with her, see what a former jedi was doing around this type of place, that sorta stuff. Furor was curious, if not a little intrigued by her being here. He had never met a jedi before, yet alone many force users. Though, he did sense her burning anger behind her calm façade. Though, she did look kind of cute, no he needed to stop himself. He had to stop getting so attracted to people, gosh what was wrong with him?

​Furor bet that she was coming up with ways to try and skewer, maybe kill him. Well, probably kill him with all of the anger she had built up inside of her. He didn't blame her, he would've hated himself too if he was in her position. He understood her hate for the sith, at least some what. Not that he necessarily understood why she hated the sith, but he did understand what she was going through at the moment. Maybe not the reason why, but more of how to control it. As for the whole her trying to figure out how to kill him, well that he couldn't help. Some people just had the face to be killed, and apparently Furor had that face. He couldn't help but laugh softly at that thought, the face that people wanted to kill. Okay, it wasn't that funny but Furor found it pretty funny.

 

[Kataly'a]

[member="Furor Dragoon"]

Taken aback by his friendly demeanor, she is too shocked to protest as he takes a seat beside her. The only time Kataly'a had ever met Sith was on the battlefield, and this wasn't exactly the encounters they usually had. Though she had been raised among Sith, she had been too young to truly be a judge of character. The only Sith she had truly known was her father, and she resented him with her entire being. It's his fault she was unaccepted by the Jedi, his fault she's never truly had a family. The Sith had done nothing but ruin her, even going as far as to kill her young apprentice.

"Curious? About what?" Certainly, she hadn't expected him to find any interest in her besides murder. Most Sith tended to fight before asking questions, yet this imposing man seemed less threatening the longer she was in his presence. He was rather handsome she supposed, though being a Jedi physical attraction had never been allowed to cross her mind. Despite the hostile surroundings and the fact that he's sitting beside someone sworn to be his enemy, he seems rather relaxed opposed to her rigid muscles and readiness to fight.

 

[Huxy]

[member="Kataly'a"]

"I'm just curious about you! Wait...sorry that sounded weird. I mean, I'm just curious as to why a Jedi, an angry one at that, would be in a place like this." Furor was terrible at talking to women. He could normally keep his cool, though that was before meeting so many different and unique people just on Tatooine alone. Let alone girls who he had no experience with, having grown up a miner on the sparsely populated world of Crait.

He looked at her curiously, wonder and confusion in his eyes. He had never met a Jedi before. Though if the stories told him anything about the Jedi, they certainly didn't act like she was now. Whereas the Jedi we're often calm and collected individuals linked to the lightside of the force, this Jedi was so much different. Furor sensed strife, anger, and conflict within her. Things jedi shouldn't feel, well at least according to the stories. Furor figured he was probably the same way for a sith. He wasn't like other sith, not as hateful or bloodthirsty as others. Though to be perfectly honest, he had only met one another sith. And she was scary, she was a cannibal and kind of his master. It's strange, but still. He had only met one sith, and that type of sith wasn't one he was interested in becoming. No, just no. Just the thought of eating someone gave him the chills.

 

[Kataly'a]

[member="Furor Dragoon"]

A laugh slipped out of her before she could think better, he was positively bashful and fumbling over his words, not what she had expected from a Sith. The Sith she had met were confident, boasting an ego twice their size. She presumed he must not be as well trained as she had first thought, if he was one of them would've been dead by now.

"I take it your new to this?" She teases, offering him a half-smile. The Sith had given up the rule of two long ago, they had grown just as large as the Jedi, and that had been their end. Kataly'a hated to admit it, but there was so much more raw energy when using the Dark side. The Jedi Code prevented them from doing what must be done to win a war, from taking risks. RIsks that might have saved her apprentice.

"I'm not sure I'd consider myself a Jedi anymore." She admits, looking down at her feet as she considers the question. Even if she wanted to return to the Jedi, she isn't sure that they'd accept her after the stunt she'd pulled. Rage is the only emotions she can feel currently, and she knows that hate is the path to the Dark side. She isn't sure what she believes anymore.

 

[Huxy]

[member="Kataly'a"]

Ok. That laugh of hers was adorable, Furor couldn't help the thought. It was true and he just couldn't help it. Furor laughed at her comment about him not being a sith for long. That...that was true like nothing else. Furor still knew nothing about how to act or be like a sith, sure he knew some sith powers and how to control his anger. Though other than that, he was clueless.

​"Haha, well I guess you could say that. I mean, I did just 'become' a sith a few months ago." Furor spoke with a smile etched onto his face. She wasn't acting at all like he thought she would. From what Furor knew, sith and jedi were always at each others throats, trying to figure out how to kill the other. Yet, here they were. A jedi and sith both at odds with life, having a peaceful and playful conversation. It was...different than Furor had expected for his first encounter with a jedi. He had expected it be where he would be fighting for his life, but certainty not something like this. Not at all.

​Furor gave the woman a curious look once she had said she would consider herself one. He was perplexed and confused, why did she not consider herself a jedi anymore? Furor wanted to learn more, though he didn't want to push her into talking about what had happened. Just by the way she looked at her feet, he could tell she didn't wanna talk about it...well maybe. Furor wasn't always the greatest at reading body-language or people's emotions. Like when he thought someone was angry at him while they were actually just offering him something to eat. That had been...awkward.
​"Well...uh sorry for me prying, but why not? Also, I forgot to introduce myself. Name's Furor, you?"

 

[Kataly'a]

[member="Furor Dragoon"]

Kataly'a wasn't the least bit surprised when he admitted to having little training in the Dark side of the Force. While the deep embedded rage that came with being a Sith was there, the outright blood thirst wasn't. From what little she could tell about him through the Force, he would make a great Sith one day. He was athletically built for combat, predisposed to anger, and clearly had strong Force-sense if he was able to pinpoint her in a crowd.

"I'm Kataly'a. I guess its nice to meet you, considering you haven't attempted to kill me yet." She muses, eyeing the sheathed lightsaber at his belt. This has made her list of "Oddest Experiences", right below the time she and her former Master attended a Gungan celebration. He's a strange Sith.

"The Jedi and I don't exactly agree on some moral principals, so I left." It isn't a lie, she's just withholding the whole truth. She's just met this Sith, and while he seems harmless, she doesn't trust him enough to go sobbing on about her dead apprentice. Most certainly, she isn't going to tell him she's the daughter of a very powerful Sith and let him use it against her.

"How exactly do you become a Sith?" She asks in return, curious as to how such a seemingly nice guy ended up on the wrong side of the Force.

 

[Huxy]

[member="Kataly'a"]

Furor folded his arms over one another as he listened to her speak, he leaned forwards slightly as to hear her clearer and to focus on her solely. It was hard enough focusing in a Cantina, let alone while trying to listen to a cute jedi. He wouldn't admit it, though he did find her cute in a sort of forbidden love way, like Romeo and Juliet. He smiled at her remark about him having not try to kill her yet. She was the lucky one, to think a few days earlier he had been attacked by...well by a number on individuals. He couldn't really place a number but that wasn't important.

​So she had the left the jedi on moral principles? Sounds about right, well Furor would've left for the same reasons. He couldn't stand all of the rules and regulations that the jedi had, it was disgusting and stupid. That and their titles of 'peacekeepers' and well just the whole mess. He didn't hate jedi particularly, he just hated the principle ideal of the jedi. Where their is darkness, light will come to beat it. To think, just earlier that week Furor had viewed the lightside as a false ideal. Boy, was he wrong once he had actually learned more and delved into it. The jedi and sith were destined to be enemies, in a separate life they could've been okay with each other...maybe even allies. Though, that's not how the galaxy saw things through.

​Furor was drawn away from his thoughts once Kat had asked him why he had fallen to the darkside. Furor hesitated for a moment, nervous about revealing why he fell and about his father. Though, he decided that if she were to trust him...he would have to trust her.
​"Well...it's complicated. You see...I uh grew up on Crait, my parents were miners and so I was destined to be a miner. Life...it was fine I guess. Well, not it wasn't. You see my....m-my father was...an a-abusive man. He'd often get drunk and angry, he'd b-beat me sometimes out of anger. I...I hid myself away from the world. It didn't help that other miners often ridiculed me and my father for his drunkenness. One day...I found a saber...the same one I wear today...t-then everything changed. He went to g-grab for me...just a few months ago it was. I panicked and reached out, and began choking him through the force...he shot me and....well I used m-my saber on him..."

 

[Kataly'a]

[member="Furor Dragoon"]

Her heart breaks for this perfect stranger as he tells his story, knowing all too well the feeling of running from ones own father. Perhaps this is why he's so kind, because he knows how it feels to be hurt. If he's willing to kill his own father, he is clearly a Sith, yet she wonders how much the Dark side will affect him. Perhaps their encounter has only been so friendly because of his lack of training. He's not yet been fully submerged in the Sith ways, they haven't broken him to his core yet.

She wonders if they meet again years from now if he'll still be so kind.

"I'm sorry about your father." Without caution, she gently covers his hand with her own, offering a small squeeze of reassurance. Kataly'a has always been good at comforting others, overcompensating for the years she had no one to support her. As much hate as there is in her heart currently, she knows she could never fully become a Sith because of her compassion for others. It has always been her biggest weakness.

"So, what are Sith Masters like? Are they as cruel an unusual to their apprentices as I hear?" She asks.

 

[Huxy]

[member="Kataly'a"]

Furors eyes were softer when he looked over at Kat. It felt good to finally get what had happened off of his chest at last, though it still didn't help. He still had felt guilty for killing his father, though not a lot of it. Furor believed his father had deserved what he had got for abusing him his whole entire life. Though, he still felt the guilt for thinking that. He knew it was wrong...it just felt so right in the moment. Furor didn't know why he was telling her all this, though it felt good to finally tell somebody what had happened. It helped to put his mind at ease...at least somewhat.

Furor was drawn away from his thoughts once he felt her hand cover his and squeeze his hand. He was surprised by Kat's movement, though he didn't flinch away or act surprised as he normally would. Though he did slightly blush, hoping that she didn't notice. Her hand squeezing his felt calming and reassuring, almost peaceful. It was hard for Furor to describe it, he just knew. Then she mentioned his master...and that was a tricky situation.
"Well the one I met was cruel. Was she to me? Well I honestly don't remember, sure it happened a week or two ago though everythings just a blur at times. Like my master...well she's a cannibal so that was...uh... offsetting..."

 

[Kataly'a]

At his admission, Kataly'a began to understand how one could fall so easily to the Dark side. There were those, like her, who rose above their tragedy to help others and fight to prevent such tragedy from happening to others. Then, there were others like Furor whose tragedy lead them down a darker path, stopping at nothing to get revenge for their misfortune. Perhaps it was only a matter of which side called to them first.

"A cannibal ?" She replied, shock coloring her words. "You're lucky she hasn't eaten you yet." As much as Kataly'a had disagreed with her own Master, it seems nowhere near as bad as his situation. The Sith are a strange species to her, though the Jedi aren't much easier to understand. "So, are you going to become a cannibal?" She laughs, removing her hand from atop his cover her giggles. She had thought coming here was a mistake, but it turns out it might not have been a bad idea after all. After all, she's just made a new ally.

"You've only been training for a few weeks, yet you're here at a bar instead of a temple?" It's odd that he's without his master at such an early stage in training, but perhaps the Sith are different. "Are you a rogue like me?

 

[Huxy]

[member="Kataly'a"]

"Haha, you're telling me! Oh...I don't know about that...I might just come along one day and drag you to my cave to eat you!" Furor laughs, a smile beaming on his face. He hadn't felt this good in a long time, and it was a happy reunion to have with his joyful and humorous side. Furor hadn't been sure at first if the two of them would be able to get along, though he was happy that he had been wrong about all of that. Furor was happy that the two of them weren't enemies, he would've hated fighting somebody like Kat with such a dynamic and fun personality. Turns out his master had been wrong about jedi, they weren't so bad...something Furor welcomed into his life.

​"Yeah, just here relaxing at a bar. As for me being a rouge...eh I suppose. I consider myself apart of the Sith Empire, though I haven't met any other sith than my master...heck I haven't even been in sith space yet. So...I guess I'm rouge like you is my answer."