Private Where Frost and Force Collide

[Áine]

Y A V I N V I I I​

Tag: Jason Farkas | Kerstan Blackmoore

Aine sat snuggly in the pilots seat of the small ship she had borrowed for their trip. They had almost reached their destination already. The ice moon of Yavin VIII stood proudly against a velvet black backdrop of space, almost diamond like in its appearance. It was oddly beautiful, and Aine could never remember it being as such. Time certainly did change things, if you gave it long enough. Five hundred years, to be precise.​

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Once, it had been a place of betrayal. A place of love lost and chances missed. Aine had only forced herself to go to remind her of the pain and suffering. But one fateful day, that had all changed. Now it was a place she treasured, and the place that she felt most connected with the force. All her training had been completed on Yavin VIII. Everything from the ice covered soil to the blustery winds was home, and it served to remind her of who she was. What she was made to be. One could only hope that she could provide the same clarity for others. Perhaps they wouldn’t find it on Yavin VII, perhaps they wouldn’t find it on a planet at all. ​

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But everything had a beginning, and Aine could think of no place better.​

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Nimble fingers flicked a few switches, setting the autopilot off to bring them to a steady land. She was never very good at them, and the break would give her a chance to speak to the young squire she’d abruptly kidnapped from the citadel. “Jason. I apologise for sweeping you off your feet suddenly, and I hope I haven’t stolen you from anything important.” She began as the chair pivoted to face him. “I gather from the master’s circle that you’re looking for someone to show you the ways of the force.” It wasn't question, not really. More of a statement. An interest in the force was a pivitol selling point for the Knight's Obsidian, it was just some had the desire to learn more than others. ​

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The ship shuddered gently as it broke through the atmosphere and swept over the frost covered rocky land. As far as the eye could see there was nothing but pure, white, untarnished ice. Glinting frantically in fantastic rainbow shades as the light of the ship careened over the surface. The speed of the ship only decreased when the jagged edges of a mountain appeared on the horizon, breaking the solid white sky with stone and shadow. As the ship’s landing gears began to extend, hissing loudly, Aine took a stand. ​

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“After you, young squire.” She offered him a gracious smile and stretched her arm out toward the slowly lowering ramp.​

 

[Jason Farkas]

Tags: Áine | Kerstan Blackmoore

Jason was sitting on one of the chairs on the ship, as he looked around. He was still a bit nervous as to what, those two had in mind, to do with him. Especially Áine made him nervous. She looked perfect in his mind. Clear skin, perfect hair, and a face so pretty, it almost hypnotized Jason completely. He couldn't believe that. Almost like a Goddess of beauty she seemed. And after all much better to look at, then the person next to her. But in his mind this couldn't be possible, did she play force tricks on him? Did she really look like that? He knew that the force could eventually alter beings, so the possibility of doing that was there. And let's not talk about her smile, like a magnet she probably pulls the attention of everyone to her when she smiles. But how did Kerstan Blackmoore go through this? He wondered. After all, he himself was looking at her all the time, he was glad she didn't say something about that, otherwise, it would have been awkward. Kerstan Blackmoore probably must look at her all the time....or it was indeed a simple force trick. Maybe this was already a test, both of them thought about. Jason immediately started thinking about a million possibilities about this scenario but got interrupted, when the beautiful lady started talking to him. Of course she hasn't stolen him from something important. He just joined the Knights Obsidian, so there wasn't much important stuff going on for him at the moment. He was actually even glad they took him for this "adventure". But she was absolutely right about the force.


"Oh no, not at all maam. I am actually glad, you two are taking me with you" he replied calmly.


"Yes indeed. So far I know how to use telekinesis, but nothing more. Back at home, there wasn't much I could learn about the force, unfortunately"

As they were landing, Jason already stood up. //Don't look at her// was he thinking to himself. He knew if he would look at her, he would probably stare again for a longer time at her. He nodded shortly and replied with a simple "thank you" as he was exiting the ship. Outside he started to look around. It looked beautiful here. As he took a few breathes and watched the nature around him, he suddenly turned around and waited for both of them to come outside too.

"But what exactly are we doing here? Is this some magic place, surrounded by the force?" He simply asked. He didn't like it when people didn't tell him stuff. In general he didn't like secrets. He was always the one who's hunger for knowledge could never be satisfied, and now with the force, so close to learning more, he wanted to know even more why they chose this place.

 

[Kerstan Blackmoore]

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Tag: Áine | Jason Farkas

Her presence was felt long before sound of the engine was heard overhead, or the rumble of the cavern walls as they shook from how low she was flying.​

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"You did that on purpose," the teasing accusation pressed into her mind. There was another with her.​

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Kerstan had been told about this one. He was knew, untrained in the force, and Aine had taken it upon herself to teach him. It was odd to think of her as a teacher considering Kerstan still saw her as his creation, his child, the one he was constantly instructing and shaping. Perhaps it was time to relinquish that soon. The alchemist was simply not ready for it.​

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Pushing away from the work he had lost himself in, Kerstan rose from his seat to meet them at the hidden door to his laboratory and home. If every Kerstan could not be found, this was where he would be. Yavin VIII had been his home for so long, and the memories of his most perfect, and most beloved still danced about the place. This was not simply a home to him, it was his world, especially in those moments where Aine was with him.​

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His obsession was sociopathic, but Kerstan was. The man was sadistic and cruel when he needed to be. Whoever this student of her was, he was about to find his master's creator to be unstable, twisted, nothing like the woman he followed. This fact brought a smile to Kerstan's face.​

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She would bring him here, he knew it. Until then, Kerstan he would sit in his chair near the entrance with brandy in one hand, and his gaze fixed on stone facade.​

 

[Áine]

Y A V I N - V I I I​

Tags: Jason Farkas | Kerstan Blackmoore

Aine smiled once again. He was remarkably relaxed, for someone who had just been ripped from the Citadel by a near stranger for force know’s what purpose. “Please…” She began as she waited for him to rise. “Call me Aine.”

As Jason stood to exit the ship, a friendly force wrapped itself around her person. It came coupled with a voice belonging to a man she had known for her entire life. The next smile Aine showed was one of amusement, but fortunately for her, the young squire seemed to be intent on looking anywhere but her face. I had to make my grand entrance somehow. Her birdlike tone flitted back into Kerstan’s mind. She would have teased him further, but Jason was already making his way toward the exit of the ship. Aine turned to flick the engine off, then hurried to catch up to the squire.

“Telekinesis is a good start. It's the base for a lot of moves.” She replied as they took the first steps off the landing ramp onto the icy sheet ground of Yavin VIII. Aine drew a deep breath of the crisp, fresh air. Geonisis was always so hot, and dry, she never thought she’d miss the cold but living on a desert planet proved otherwise. The cold was always better. When he spoke again, Aine grinned. “Yes, I suppose I should tell you why we’re here. Come with me.” The fingers on her right hand performed an alluring dance that motioned for him to follow her. Knowing he would, she turned and headed toward the face of the mountain that they had landed beside.

“It is surrounded by the force in a sense. This is where I was born.” Was born the right term? She didn’t know. “Or made, rather. Five hundred and…” She paused for a brief moment, trying to remember how many years ago it was exactly. “...thirty two years ago, a Sith Lord succeeded in creating life.” Her light footsteps barely even made impressions in the snow as she glided over to the rocky face. Her fingertips brushed over the layer of frost that had formed over the rocks as she looked for something of significance. It was hard to tell what. The mountain face, to any ordinary eye, appeared to be as plain as any mountain could.

“That life was me.” Aine turned to smile once more at Jason the tip of her fingers pushed against a spot on the wall. “He taught me everything I know about the force, and it’s something I’m more than happy to share with you. This place is where I feel the most connection to the force, but more than that...” A sudden rumble vibranted the very foundations of Yavin VIII as a sizable portion of the mountain face began to slide away. “Lord Commander Voph told me you’re also interested in learning some lightsaber forms. Unfortunately, this isn’t my forte… but I do know a master of the craft who would be willing to teach you.”

By the time her melodic voice had drawn to a close, a circle of rock had shifted entirely out of view, leaving behind nothing but a pitch black cave that led down to the heart of the mountain. “This way.” She didn’t give him a chance to respond, she merely walked until the last of her flame red hair had been swallowed by shadow.​

 

[Jason Farkas]

Tags: Áine | Kerstan Blackmoore

Aine. A very unusual name, at least for Jason. Short, like herself, with her more or less 5 foot something. She would have to be around that height. But Jason liked that name, but only, cause it is easy to remember. He always had his problems remembering names, but Aine was easy to remember.
Silently, he walked next to Aine, listening to what she has to tell him. While his boots leave a few inches deep marks on the snow-covered ground, that covers the whole moon of Yavin 8.

"Five hundred ?! I am sorry, but you definitely don't look like five hundred. Is that a force ability? To stay young?"
Jason was shocked. five hundred years and yet, she looked like in her twenties.

"So you are more or less an experiment ?"
He knew, that she would probably answer with yes, but yet he wanted to ask, just to be sure. He didn't know such things were possible. Almost like playing God in a certain sense. Did that cross the line ? playing God? He was thinking about it, while still listening to this wonder of being. Human, was probably not the right term since he now knew, she was an experiment. In one way, Jason was interested in knowing more, about creating life. Jason was always interested in science and science was probably a major factor in creating life. Or at least a basic knowledge of science was necessary for it.

When Aine suddenly stopped, Jason of course stopped, too, and almost slipped, due to the snowy and icy ground. He watched how everything began to move and slide away, just to uncover a cave. Not enlightened by anything.
"Yes, I figured if I want to learn more about the force, lightsaber knowledge should be in there too. Since that's, what Jedi an Sith are known for, right? Using the force and having battles with lightsabers."

He stopped for a moment and then continued.
"I am glad, you are teaching me the ways of the force. Thank you, Aine. I will give it my best to learn from your teachings. So far, studying was my strength. I am a quick study, and I hope, it is the same, when I learn about the force"


"That looks suspicious... I'm not getting kidnapped, aren't I ? Or experimented on...."
He said, of course, it was more or less a funny comment he made there, but a slight sense of uneasiness and the truth was hiding in that sentence. As he didn't know where this cave would lead now. And he wouldn't be Jason, if he wouldn't start calculating thousands of scenarios, of what would happen now, in that dark cave, Aine was walking in to.

He took a deep breath and went into the cave, walking a few meters behind Aine, since she knew the way. Jason not.

 

[Kerstan Blackmoore]

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Tag: Áine | Jason Farkas

Willing was not the word Kerstan would use. This was an intrusion upon their sanctuary. There was only one soul aside from his which had left Kerstan's abode with their life still firmly secure within their bossom, and that was Aine. Every other sentient which had stumbled upon Kerstan's laboratory had found their life force snuffed out like an extinguished candle, quick, merciless. This time another came because his creation, his assassin, his Aphrodite, had brought another.​

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His brow furrowed as the rockface opened to reveal the portion of surface which acted as nothing but a door. Kerstan was not dressed for company, and certainly not hers. She had found him, caught him off guard. Their meetings had always been prearranged for fear of arousing the jealousy of other that pined for her attention. Disappointment turned to surprise as she came into view. The Sith Lord did not see the boy which traveled with her, not because he had missed him. No, Kerstan had simply chosen to ignore him. There was only one in his world, the circle of his life, and she was now held about the waist and pulled close against him.​

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A deep kiss pressed to her lips. Words did not pass between them in greeting, and rarely did they. They were a passionate pair, opting to express with actions rather than words.​

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Pulling away from the kiss, Kerstan finally acknowledged the other presence.​

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"You have brought me something to toy with?" Kerstan pressed another small kiss to her lips. "I am afraid that I do not have anything for you. We were not supposed to meet again for another week. By no means is this a complaint, just surprised. Pleasantly."​

 

[Áine]

Y A V I N - V I I I​

Tag: Jason Farkas - Kerstan Blackmoore

Once again Aine found a friendly smile worming its way onto her face. “It was the way he made me. I don’t age, at least, not my appearance.” His next statement was more or less expected. It was the same thing almost everyone she had told of her birth had asked. “Yes, that’s exactly what I am. A very successful one.” The last words were said in jest. Aine was designed to be confident, not pig headed and egotistical. One of the few traits her creator had been merciful enough to leave out.

A flick of her wrist brought forth a sphere of soft white light to illuminate their way through the maze of tunnels. Aine did not need to turn her head to hear Jason speak, his voice echoed off the cave walls a thousand times over. “I suppose, but there is more to the force than just jedi and sith.” Another smile. He was sweet, for someone so young. “That is, in essence, what the force is. Constant and eternal study. I’m sure you’ll do well.”

This time, Aine laughed. A sweet, tinkling, bell like laughter. “No, I promise you, you are not getting kidnapped.” She paused for a moment, only for another, softer giggle to escape her lips. “What I can’t promise is that he won’t try to experiment on you.”

After a short walk the gentle glow in Aine’s palm was slowly drowned out by a man-made light, coming from a room that looked something akin to a mad scientist’s laboratory. The slightly shadowed outline of a man made the smile on Aine’s face widen, to the point where her face shone as brightly as the light. Aine had surprised Kerstan on many an occasion, but she never failed to enjoy the look on his face. It was somewhat like a game they played between themselves. Five hundred years was a long, long time to know someone. The fact that either of them could surprise each other was a surprise in itself.

She crossed the space between them, with graceful, ballerina steps. Neither of them needed to say a word. They knew the steps of this age old dance, they coveted every opportunity they could chance to perform it. Responding to the kiss eagerness, Aine threw her arms around her creator. Her god. Nothing felt more like home to her than this. Not Geonosis, not Yavin, not even the pod that lay open and untouched in the corner of the room. When they broke away so Kerstsan could speak, still inches away from each other’s faces, his voice was like music to her ears.

Aine tossed a coy smile his way, swatting his chest teasingly with her slender fingers. “I’m sorry, my love, this isn’t a toy. His name is Jason.” The experiment, finally, turned her gaze to the squire, but she still made no move to leave the comfort of Kerstan’s embrace. “Jason, this is Kerstan. Jason is a potential student of mine. Beyond the force, he is interested in learning lightsaber forms.” She turned again, to face Kerstan this time. A sweet, doe-eyed look swept across her face easily and her tone slipped into one that only Kerstan would recognize. “I thought it would be fun if you taught him with me.”​

 

[Jason Farkas]

Tags: Áine | Kerstan Blackmoore

Slowly and steady, Jason made his way through the dark way, when suddenly, a light source, enlightened the way. The source came from Aine, and finally, Jason was able to see properly, he could walk now, without being careful where to take a step. Like a candle, that enlightened a small part of a room, Aine's light, enlightened the dark pathway, that lied in front of her.

It seemed like a funny joke to her, what he just said, and it was. After all, Jason is a funny guy, but this was the first time in a very long time, he heard laughter. Her laughter made him smile for a moment. For the first time again, he felt like he was putting away the sorrow of someone, by making them laugh. Of course, she wasn't sad or anything like that, but Jason always felt good when he could make people laugh. Even though it was partly unintentionally.

"Ah great, Science guy experimenting on me. What could go wrong there I wonder" were his first words, the echoed through the tunnel. Jason didn't like to continue thinking about, what this man, that he was about to meet, would do to him. There were too many possibilities and all of them sounded like trouble.

Slowly, the yet so creepy tunnel ended, revealing the Lab. Jason couldn't believe his eyes, it was a little bit like heaven. In a second, his focus wasn't on Aine anymore, neither did his focus go to Kerstan. His focus was now on the lab. He never saw anything like that in his life. What someone could do here. The possibilities were probably unlimited. His eyes, that analyzed the whole room then stopped at the both of them again.

"It's an honor to meet you sir" he replied with a bright smile and of course to show some respect, he bowed shortly. Kerstan, looked very different from what Jason expected. Like probably many other people he prepared himself to meet a crazy man, dressed in a lab coat, wearing glasses and just acting like a crazy man. Maybe also laugh evil. But it was quite the contrary, he was taller than Jason, and looked at the first sight very intimidating, yet elegant, like a member of a royal family. Jason was confused, somehow he couldn't analyze him correctly. But he did just meet him and hasn't talked to him yet. With time, he would get to know him. Maybe Kerstan would also teach him a few things about science.

For now, it was time to listen, what both of them had to say now. Even though in his head, he had a million questions.

 

[Kerstan Blackmoore]

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Tag: Áine | Jason Farkas

Disappointment etched across Kerstan's face at the news the guest in tow was not a new toy for the alchemist to play with. A sigh passed between the small opening between his lips as the feeling of the soft assassin in his arms quickly replaced any negativity the disappointment caused. He listened as she explained her purpose for bringing the child, and only nodded as he considered the proposal. Aine had not been created to teach, and had certainly not been created to wield a lightsaber. Her art was that of seduction, and it was her kiss that was lethal to those she chose to poison. Ironic that in her anger she had never once tried to poison her maker, though he had long since made himself immune.​

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Honor, the word slipped from the tongue of the young man.​

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Manners.​

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"He is a polite one. Are you sure you did not bring him so I could corrupt him?"​

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It was a natural question. Why else would Kerstan need to be involved in lightsaber training. While he was an excellent duelist like all of the Sith in his family, Kerstan did not often teach unless it produced a benefit for himself in the end. Aine knew this, and he wondered exactly how she felt this would benefit him.​

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"I would not count yourself so pleased to meet me just yet, Jason. Perhaps you should form your opinion after we have trained."​

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His gaze returned to his creation as his hand took hers. They would begin to walk toward the training grounds which was on the other side of where the residence found itself in the center of the compound. As they passed by Anie's old room, Kerstan canted his head.​

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"Perhaps you wish to find something more suitable to wear for an activity which will prove to be a bit more robust than the ways I taught you to kill..."​

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It was a suggestion, one that would not deter Kerstan from taking Jason to the training grounds. If Aine did choose to change, she would meet them there when she was finished.​

 

[Áine]

Y A V I N - V I I I​

Tag: Kerstan Blackmoore | Jason Farkas

When disappointment was written plainly on Kerstan’s face, Aine could not help but wince. She had seen that look several times on him before, but it had never been directed at her. Still, the warmth of his embrace was enough to melt the concern away, until Jason chimed into the conversation.​

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“He is easily corruptible.” She shot him a grin, hoping it would ease his initial disappointment. “In fact, I believe that is what he wishes. Isn’t it, Jason?” Aine turned her emerald gaze onto the squire, with a pressing expression that only served to coax the answer she wanted from him. “That’s why I thought you would make the perfect teacher.” Shifting slightly, her arm wrapped around Kerstan’s. Entangling around it like a vine wound around a column of marble.​

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At his hand encasing hers, Aine followed him through the maze of tunnels once again. Not even bothering to check that Jason was behind them. She knew he would be. Who would dare miss out on someone as intriguing as Kerstan? Passing by her old rooms, Kerstan stopped. Though he made no demands of her, his voice was demanding anyway. Aine liked it that way. She waved a passive goodbye to Jason as she broke from the group to rummage through the cupboards in her rooms. It took her a little longer than expected to pick something out that was suitable for training.​

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After all, one of the traits her maker had instilled in her was the exuberant sense of dress. Aine had luxurious gown after luxurious gown, but nothing in the way of robes she could use for an actuall training session. Nevertheless, she found something that could have passed as somewhat suitable and rushed off to join Kerstan and Jason in the training grounds.​

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“Where shall we begin?” Unknowingly, her gaze turned to her own Master. Looking to him for guidance, in some ways, and instruction in many others.​

 

[Jason Farkas]

Tags: Áine | Kerstan Blackmoore

To corrupt somebody.

A strange word, also dangerous. Nobody would ever think of something positive when somebody would tell them that they would like to corrupt someone. Un uneasy feeling overcame Jason, but he tried not to show it. Instead, he made the basic Jason move and tried to hide this feeling. Kerstan's comment didn't make this whole situation better, it was quite the contrary. From one moment to another, Jason felt like he wasn't welcomed, he felt like only bad things and much suffering would follow up from this moment. Like signing a contract with the devil in disguise, not knowing that the being in front was pure evil. Their intentions only to benefit oneself.

"I mean, if that means, turning me into a powerful being, sure, corrupt me as much as you want!" he replied to AIne with a nervous chuckle.

That came out wrong but it was to late, what has been said, has been said. He just shut his mouth after that comment and quietly followed Aine and Kerstan to the training room, a few meters behind them. His eyes couldn't stay on one direction, instead, they were looking at everything, every little corner. Not out of curiosity but much more out of paranoia. Jason always tried to remember where he was. It was his own map, so he could always figure out how to get out of somewhere he has never been before. Even Aine's room was marked now in Jason's head. It helped him a lot of times this behavior. If someone would look into Jason's mind with the force, they would hear, how he repeated the way they just made a few times, remembering every detail on the way.

When Kerstan and Jason finally entered the training room, he remained silent. They both waited for Aine, who didn't take hours to catch up. Luckily. It was only a few moments. She instantly chose the right question.

Where shall they begin? Jason clearly couldn't help with this question. But he was curious about what Kerstan would say now.
His eyes, looking at both of them, determined to learn. Determined to learn about the force, lightsabers, and maybe even more.

 

[Kerstan Blackmoore]

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Tag: Áine | Jason Farkas

He was too easy. Aine had him eating out her hand already, and Kerstan could only smile at the feat. She truly was crafted for this one purpose, and the dark lord thought it was odd that she would try and teach. Kerstan had never created her for such things. Perhaps she had evolved further than he thought was possible. Would that not be a marvel in and of itself? Kerstan would have truly created a masterpiece.​

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She bounced off toward her room. Kerstan was pleased she obeyed. He wanted to size up the boy on his own, get a good look at him without his creation watching on. She would not take long to return, but it would be enough time for him to get an opinion about this Jason. Eyes wandered over the student. Was he corruptible, yes, he was. Everyone had their price, some were just too steep to reach.​

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"So power is what you want? Absolute power corrupts absolutely. Are you sure this is what you wish?"​

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The Sith was calculating, but not stable. It was an ironic combination, but intelligence was not always a sign that one was sane or lacked the sociopathic tendencies of a mad man. Kerstan may have been a Sith Alchemist, but at the most basic parts of his nature he was nothing short of a mad scientist.​

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Aine returned with a question, one which Kerstan did not answer. He simply walked over to where a rack of wooden practice weapons stood. Grabbing a weapon that looked like a stick, he tossed it toward Jason to see if the boy was paying attention and as test of his reflexes. A smirk tugged at his cheek as a pair of rounded wood daggers were handed to Aine. They were weathered, used and beaten. These were training tools the redhead would be intimately familiar with. Kerstan never trained her to use the lightsaber, but rather daggers which could be hidden and easily concealed. She was an assassin after all.​

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"We begin by finding out what he already knows. I believe you remember what these are for my child?"​

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Kerstan nodded as though he wanted her to proceed. He was confident she knew exactly what he meant for her to do.​