To forge a Weapon

[Darth Abyss]

His hand released her throat once more, his expression showing a small hint of satisfaction. He still didn't knew what made this woman into what she was, this broken shell, but as much as he enjoyed breaking her, she would from now on have to learn to follow his commands without the need for physical violence. He needed a weapon, and to be one she had to be remade into a new being.

"You have 15 minutes. Catch your breath, then your training shall begin. Do not disappoint me."

Without more words the sith knight turned away from the woman, walking through the room with slow steps that left almost no sound on the ground. Behind closed doors he gave commands to his men before disappearing deeper into the basement.

The lowest level of his hideout was a plain and empty room, almost 10 on 10 meters in size, only illuminated by dim synthetic light. On a table besides the entrance a variety of different weapons and tools had been placed by one of his intelligence officers, composed of things useful to fight against force users. Grenades, sonic weapons, poison and almost everything else someone could think of. Darth Abyss was sure that this new weapon of his already had her tools of choice, but a weapon was only as good as the parts used to create it.

The last knight of the one sith stood in the middle of the room, his mask hiding his face once more, and every piece of his gear hidden and ready to be used. If he wanted to forge her, he needed to know exactly what he was working with.

[member="Ayvari Dorian"]

 

[Lief]

Yet again she fell to the ground, but thankfully he did not linger or gloat. Instead he spoke his threat - one she knew better than to ignore by now - and left the room. Left her there.

The moment he was gone she brought the rebreather to her mouth and oh Chaos, why was I going to deny myself this? Screw pride, everybody needs to breathe! It took a few minutes of nonstop focused breathing before the fires died down.

Leaning her back against the table leg she closed her eyes. Everything ached, and her limbs were tingling with the sudden rush of oxygen. She wriggled the toes on her organic foot, flexed the fingers on her free hand, and tried to ignore the pounding in her head.

You've faced worse Ayvari, one more minute then put the damn thing down and stretch your legs. He isn't done with you yet, you can't afford to go into shut down mode.

As much as she would have loved to rest, she knew she couldn't. Instead she sucked in one last aided breath before removing the rebreather from her lips and settling it into her pocket. Who knew, she might need it again later.

Pushing up to her feet, she paced around the room once, twice, three times, until full circulation had returned and her mind merely hummed.

She stopped before the door which led to the sub-basement, and exhaled a slow breath. He had proven himself, she had made a monkeys out of proving herself, perhaps it was time to go into this with the slate wiped clean. There was no Xanxus anymore, just this man... Whatever his name was. Had he told her his name? If he had, she couldn't recall it.

Either way, she'd listen. She'd obey. He'd earned that much, and she'd lost it.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Darth Abyss didn't had to see her, to know she was waiting in front of the door, patiently awaiting her judgement. Turning to the one sith intelligence officer that was waiting besides the weapon table, he opened his mouth.

"Bring her in. Tell her what she has to do"

Wordless and motionless the sith stood in the middle of the room, awaiting her entrance. He wanted to see what weapon she would choose when her first mission would be given to her. He had no real worry that she actually could beat him in a fight, but he was still focused. Wouldn't be the first time arrogance would be the death of a sith, and he had no intention of dieing today.

His crimson red lightsaber came to live in his right, the dim light and his mask transforming his appearance in that of a inhuman demon that haunted the living. Still not moving he observed the door, his eyes locked on the entrance. She should feel the pressure of his training the second she would step inside.

[member="Ayvari Dorian"]

 

[Lief]

The journey down into the sub-basement seemed to last an eternity, though in truth it took just a few seconds for her to descend the flight of stairs. As the door at the end of the corridor was opened, Ayvari was met with a room even more dismal and grey than the one above, it seemed as though absolutely no true light had touched this place in some time, and even the artificial illumination seemed not to radiate further than a foot or two away from their source.

Still, her eyes were quick to adjust. Not least because the glare of the lightsaber blade cast an eerie glow around the place. A table, not unakin to one a Quartermaster might lay out, was set to one side and it was toward this that she was directed. A whole arsenal of weapons, and no specific instructions for which to choose.

Her gaze fell over each and every one. Force breakers, grenades, bolters... Anti-Force User weaponry, the lot of them. And completely not her style. She grimaced just a touch, and looked to the wall just behind the table where further weapons lay. Sniper rifles, generic blasters, what looked to be old saber hilts... And then the one thing she had been hoping for.

There was no hesitation when she reached out to take up the vibrosword. She knew many saw them as inferior, cumbersome weapons which belonged in the past. Especially to one trained in lightsaber combat like Ayvari was. Didn't mean chit to her though, lightsabers were ceremonious in her eyes... And while she technically owned two - her own and Xanxus' - she carried neither on her person.

No, this would do perfectly.

Turning on her heel, she faced the figure cast in the red glow. Did he want her to fight him? She raised a brow just a touch, glancing down to the lightsaber. She checked the weight of the sword, and looked for some indication of its model, the era of its construction, to check if it would hold up against the assault of a lightsaber blade. She'd made the mistake before of choosing the wrong model, one which didn't match her own, and had paid dearly.

Thankfully it seemed to have a slight cortosis weave. It could last against at least a few strikes, if nothing more. And if one knew how to play the game, that was all that would be required.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

What an interesting choice, foolish, but also creative. Not many would take a vibro blade over a lightsaber or some of the other things that he had prepared for this fight, not when they stood in front of sith with a crimson red plasma blade in his hands. She picked something that would her allow to block his weapon, what meant that she was smart, but Abyss had to learn the hard way himself, weapons forged of metal had one big drawback when fighting against someone skilled in the dark side of the force. There wasn't any technique that had been as closely associated with the sith than the art to summon lightning from ones fingertips, and metal ... Well metal was known to carry the electricity into the one holding it. His eyes meeting hers, his lightsaber disappeared back into its hilt, and his right wandered under his robe, searching for something on his back.

His left extended, and from it, a storm of blue sparks was released, a manifestation of the pure power of the darkside. At the same time his right moved from his back, dropping a smoke grenade in the middle of the room. In open combat she had a chance, but he would make sure that she wouldn't even know what hit her most of the time.

[member="Ayvari Dorian"]

 

[Lief]

As she watched a certain look in her tormentor's eye told her that he had something specific in mind, though there was no way of her knowing precisely what that was at present. When the lightsaber was disignited, setting the room into darkness, however it was suffice to say Ayvari was confused if nothing else. Still, she knew better than to lower her guard. She also knew better than to make the first move during a faceoff like this.

Adjusting her stance just a touch, she kept her attention on him while also allowing her senses to scout the greater room to ensure no funny business was about to happen, such as an attack from behind. When the arch of lightning jolted through the air toward her, however, Ayvari was initially more than helpless to stop it.

When the first strand struck her she grit her teeth to fight back a growl of pain and could not help but feel herself thrown backward in time to what felt like another life entirely.

Auryus stood before her, a stern yet somewhat affectionate set to his expression. "Again" he grunted, as one hand extended outward and conducted the blue streams of energy toward her. A second of pain shot through her, before she inhaled and felt the strands redirect harmlessly around her body until they grounded into the floor beneath her and became nothing. "Good... Again."

It took her more than a second this time. How long had it been since someone had thrown electricity her way? As she snapped free from the recollection however she exhaled a long breath against the jarring sensation which was seizing her muscles before focusing her efforts to the metaphysical.

Some were able to utilize the absorbed energy to their advantage. To boon themselves, or to redirect the oncoming flow back at its caster. Ayvari had never finished her tutaminis training, so rendering the stream inconsequential was more than enough in her books. With the pain mostly gone, and just a slight ebb of discomfort to her muscles which caused an uncontrollable twitch, Ayvari took one small step forward and snarled toward the stranger. One step proved to be all she could manage, as while she herself may have dodged a bullet her cybernetic foot on the other hand seemed to be having difficulty keeping up. Damn circuits. Next time he wouldn't catch her so off guard. Or so she hoped.

Her blade arched through the air in the same instance, soaring in a downward stroke toward his right shoulder. She wasn't stupid, though, she knew that it likely would not hit, so as she focused her physical efforts on the arching assault her free hand lifted as she tried to pull him forward and into the line of her vibrosword. Sometimes the simplest Force techniques could prove to be the most beneficial.

But who knew what would happen here.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss made a stumbling step forward, the vibroblade leaving a small cut on his right shoulder. His expression turned into a satisfied grin, ignoring the bit of pain that was shoot through his body. She had surprised him with her attack, and that was exactly the skill he wanted to see from his weapon. It was unorthodox, creative like many things he deployed in a real fight.

Still he wouldn't tell her that, he wouldn't give her any words of encouragement. After all she wanted to be broken, so he would do all he could to break her. He moved backwards, red blood dropping on the ground in front of him leaving a small trail on the ground. It seemed that whoever trained her had done well, but he wanted to see how she would react to something that was more his style than a lightning.

In the brink of an eye he was gone, the light around him bended by nothing but his will and the force. A translucent silhouette barley noticeable in the darkness. Without leaving any sound he began to walk a circle around her, waiting for the right angle to attack her.

[member="Ayvari Dorian"]