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Pain. Exhaustion. Numbness.

They threatened to overwhelm her, consume her. Destroy her.

It was so tempting to surrender, to give in to it all. To seek release from the nightmare. But Revna held on tight to a vision, a dream, a hope. Even as slim as it was, it was still there. And she would fight for it with every inch, every ounce, every part of herself…until it was gone forever.

Or it became a reality.

She was being forced to adjust on her feet; every move she made had consequences - be they for good or for ill. She had to make choices, decisions, sacrifices - just to survive, to thrive. To grow in power and strength. It was an uphill battle, but Revna was not one to give up so easily. She was stubborn, she was wilful, and she was determined.

A heavy sigh left her body as she departed from her latest training session. She had been at this now for enough time that she had lost track of just how long she'd been here. Had it been days, weeks, months? It didn’t really matter, she supposed. She was growing stronger, she was surviving. So long as she continued to do that, then she would be victorious in the end.

For the first while of her detainment, she had been escorted by Kainite guards everywhere she went; slowly she learned where she needed to go to meet with her overlords. She was not permitted to carry a weapon still, but she assumed that was because her loyalty was still very much in question. Until she proved to be loyal to the Kainate, and bent the knee to the Dark Lords, she would be regarded with extreme suspicion. And though she couldn’t exactly kill or render harm to the Dark Lords themselves, it didn’t mean they were going to give her the means with which to destroy their servants.

Not that they would have missed any of them, she mused darkly to herself. But that train of thought was perhaps why she was only allowed to work with weapons while under strict supervision. If left to her own devices, she certainly would start killing those around her for her hatred for the Kainites was not unknown, and it ran deep.

But that would only hinder the plans she had in motion. So she had to play into her acceptance of them and their ways. And as time had gone by, she found that she was actually embracing some of what they thrust upon her.

It was a dangerous road she walked, and she knew she would not come away completely unscathed. But that was a problem she could worry about later.

Right now, all she wanted to do was get back to her quarters so she could rest for the few hours allowed to her, before she would be forced again to train under the harsh and grueling methods of the Shadow Hand. But as she traversed one of the many passageways that would lead her back, she began to sense she had a tag along. It wasn’t too surprising to her, considering where she was, and the passive understanding that she was always being watched. She didn't know who it might be, or what their intentions were. But she still made note of the presence that seemed to cling to the shadows somewhere behind her. Either he or she would make themselves known, or they would vanish just like all others who had been sent to watch her from afar.




 
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Davorin was deployed on the malsheem, the massive ship where he was to spend the next few months - maybe years - on. He was given a task, seeming a simple one, to test another. He was not told anything else about the individual other than her name, Revna and her place within the huge ship. The loyalty of the recently knighted assassin sith was unwavering. He was simply to do what was asked without a question, he was a man of efficiency and steadfastness.

Watch he did within the cover of shadows as this woman made her way back to her place. The weariness in her bones was evident with the way she moved, tired and exhausted. It would be so easy to make his move to strike now, but he waited. Waited till when she had dropped her guard, when she would least expect it. Just as he was instructed to.

He reckon she sensed him, she was sith like him, sensitive in the force, so he would hide his own presence, cloaking and vanishing into the force itself. He did not need the doors, merely phasing through the walls of the apartment, still under the force cloak. The place was nicer than this own, it made him wonder what position she truly held here.

Revna would get a few minutes, perhaps to sit and rest, where she might take a breather for what she had to endevour today, but it would not be a long time. The masked sith fell from above, landing with a study thud on his feet, a whip ready in his grasp, cracking as it lashed towards the woman, aiming to wrap around her arm.
 


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As she expected, the presence beyond her seemed to disappear, though this did little to dissuade her from lowering her guard as she made her way back towards her quarters. She was allowed entry and stepped beyond the threshold and into the sparsely filled but comfortable apartment cell she called home for now.

She meditated here, slept here (when she could), bathed here, and took her meals here. It was her only place of relative “safety” when surrounded by those who did not care if she lived or died.

Sighing again deeply, she lowered her defenses somewhat as she wearily took a seat at a small table. Not long ago, she had spoken to another Sith Lord here, a woman who had said she would help to get Revna out of this place, a deal she had made with Revna’s Master but also a personal promise given to her. She still awaited the return of the woman to commence some lessons in High Sith, but she wasn’t entirely sure if she would see Lina again.

She just hoped that her messages to her Master had been delivered. The Kaggath was yet to occur, though its time was nigh. She had been informed earlier that day that she would be present at the Kaggath, but she would not be permitted to leave the presence of the Dark Lords or interact with anyone else beyond those who went with them.

Of course they would force her to watch her Master possibly be humiliated in front of billions. Everyone seemed so certain he would lose, would fail, would be utterly destroyed. But what if he won his Kaggath? Then what?

Her mind was consumed with these thoughts, and more, as she settled down to relax for the next few hours. Her heart rate slowed and returned to its usual rhythm, and she could already feel the ache begin to settle in her muscles.

At least they were not hurting as bad as they had been in the beginning. And she was stronger, much stronger than she had been before, though her strength did not come close to that of her overlords. But it was enough for her to hold her ground against lesser beings, other warriors she trained with and against. She had to be strong and capable, or she would be killed. The fact that she still lived was perhaps a testament to her iron will to survive and conquer all trials that came her way.

Revna had just settled down and closed her eyes to begin her ritual meditation, when she felt the presence again - just as the armored figure landed with a thud and a whip cracked out to snag a hold of her.

Instinct propelled her to move, reacting almost instantly to the sudden and unwanted intrusion, but her reaction time had been a hair too slow as she felt the whip bite into the flesh of her left arm, its sting a powerful reminder of the punishments she had received while still a slave. She was fortunate that the whip only lashed against her, instead of wrapping around her arm.

Undiluted wrath and the violence that bubbled just underneath the surface erupted like a volcano as she leapt to her feet and turned to face her assailant. Orbs like fire would try to burn holes through that mask as her pale face contorted into a snarl.

But as enraged as she was, caution blared through her brain, and it was only through a strong will that she withheld her attack. She needed to assess this situation first, get a read of her opponent, before jumping in. He was armored and masked, and she couldn’t get a read on his face. She probed him through the Force, like a predator would do as they watched their prey from afar. All of this happened within a space of a few seconds, her entire body coiling with tension as she prepared for another attack, should it come.

Revna had no idea who this was, or why they were attacking her - but she had a growing suspicion that someone else of higher authority had authorized this. Nothing occurred on this Force forsaken ship without their say, anyway. Surely they had not ordered her execution; either one of the Dark Lords would have killed her themselves if that had been the case. Was this a test, then?

"And just who the kark are you?" she hissed at her opponent as she stared him down, the air around her growing colder as she prepared herself for whatever was to come next.


 
The woman was up on her feet, moving as soon as the whip sailed her way. But she was not quick enough as the hard leather cracked against her skin. The knight expected nothing less for someone training under the two dark lords.

There was a smirked that played under the mask as she snarled. He could feel her rage, but it would make this more interesting for him to test her power. "I am kainite." A short answer to her question, providing so little on what she inquired, only stating the most obvious.

Then utilising the force around, he would use its sheer force to power another strike of the whip as it went sailing her direction another time.
 

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Oh no chit.” she snapped back as he revealed the obvious that he was a Kainite. Barely had the words escaped her mouth before she felt the Force swell around him and the whip in his hand lashed out with a powerful crack - strong enough that should it secure a hold on her, she suspected it would rip skin and muscle open, perhaps even cut her to the bone.

She couldn’t afford such an injury, and her instinct was to use her physical capabilities - namely her agility and flexibility, contorting her body and shifting out of the way of the lash, but barely. It was enough to save her from the hit, but she still felt the air move near her body where the whip sailed past her, and its sound was loud and sharp in her ears.

As Revna’s sense sharpened around herself, she reached out a mental probe to try and see the surface thoughts of her assailant, to ascertain what his goals and purpose here was - as well as to test to see if he would even register the feather touch against his mind. Most would not be aware of this action taken against them, but those who were sensitive enough could feel it and thus react to it. It was her way of testing to see just how strong or aware his mental shields and fortitude was, and perhaps give her the opportunity to understand his reasons for being here in her space.

Meanwhile, she leapt over the nearby table and landed on the other side of it with hardly a sound, to place it between her and the armored Sith. She reasoned that she could use the objects in her surroundings to block or defend herself while she figured out the best approach to this new and dangerous situation. So far she was not reacting with immediate aggression. She was simply buying time to learn more so that she could make a decision on just how she was going to deal with her intruder. The air around her seemed to chill further as the Force was drawn into her core, being coiled up like a spring and made ready to unleash at a moment’s notice.



 

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