Where The Dark Demons Play

[Celiana]

She spoke with sarcasm of slavery. Narrowing my eyes I said softly in Sith "You are slave to nobody, not even me Qa. Slavery is an outfit, to be worn and used when need be. You...you are perhaps a warrior scholar. As for apprenticeships... and the EXACT nature of The Code of The Sith is fairly straight forward. However I prefer to think certain aspects are shall we say open to interpretation...." As we walked I felt her wrap her arm around my waist then her lips against my neck...teeth dragging across my skin. My heart rate accelerated as I felt her teeth on my throat.... As she leaned away I felt my breath hitch and I breathed out in one smooth breath. She mentioned having work to do and I agreed... plenty of time to kill while we traveled to Hades Station.

Walking up the cargo ramp of The Morrigan I felt Qa behind me. With a flick of thought I brought up the loading ramp and flicked a switch to seal the cargo bay. As it flicked closed there was a moment of darkness and then the internal lighting of my garage and hangar flicked on. My speeder sat in a corner along with several crates of tools. My fighter was currently aboard Hades Station as I'd been busy moving assets there recently. Stepping towards the lift I said "This way Qa...I have a few things to show you." As she stepped into the lift with me I said "There are two places you should familiarize yourself with aboard The Morrigan. We're headed to the first..." Pressing one of the lift keys we began ascending to deck two. Where the library, training dojo and meditation garden was.... As the door chimed and swooshed open Qa would be greeted by the sight of my shipboard library.

As it was the shelves were lined with 1st edition copies of multiple different tomes along with replicated copies of multiple books and tomes I'd essentially stolen from The Jedi. There were also several hidden spots in the deck plating specifically coded to my biometrics. Speaking in Sith I said "These tomes....all of them are yours to peruse. I encourage bringing your own datapad and making notes both on the datapad and in a journal of your own." With a flick of thought I summoned open one of the study desks where a maroon, Terantatek leather journal waited. "This journal is yours Qaheesh as is all the knowledge here in these shelves. Study the lessons well and the library will reward you. As will I...." I let her ponder the meaning of the my wording and then I mentioned "there is also a meditation garden here on this deck, whether or not you use it is completely up to you however I also encourage use of the dojo. Practicing saber forms helps me concentrate personally."

"So you know we WILL spar there so be looking forward to that..." Climbing the staircase I waved open the viewports and triggered the launch sequence remotely. The shipboard PA announced "Destination Hades Station transit time a full solar day and one half." Reaching the top of the staircase I waved open my quarters, then the room next door. Essentially an identical copy of my quarters. Pointing to my quarters I said "You're welcome inside my chambers at any time Qa. As your Master my job at least in part is answering questions. The cabin next door to mine is yours... Everything inside is yours to do with whatever you wish...There's a full closet along with many different outfits, a full refresher unit. Including a bath and shower complete with hot water."

I felt the lurch of takeoff and sensed us reaching the upper atmosphere of Coruscant. Looking out the viewport I watched as the skies faded out and the black void of space and light of the stars came into view. "Well my apprentice it looks like we're on our way... we have about a day and a half until we reach our destination I leave it to you to familiarize yourself with your new accommodations." With that I turned on my heel and let the gravity of the changes to Qa's life sink in...I sensed she'd seek me out eventually and odds were she'd have questions or want to speak...

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[Qaheesh the Scorned]

Qaheesh wasn't sure what to expect when she moved onto the Morrigan. Perhaps darkness and shadows, a floating club? No, it was quite... Nice. Formal. Comfortable. She found it to be most pleasing to her eyes as she moved along with the tour, nodding at the right moments and speaking little. Not out of rudeness, but she had no more to say upon the situation at hand. She had not missed the reaction Celiana had given at the throat kiss and she smirked a little, running her tongue over her lower teeth. It was interesting, but she wasn't sure if it was to continue.

​Passion brings strength.

Into the library they went and Qaheesh took most of her time examining the various tomes and legends. Some she had heard of, the more common ones at least, from the academy on Korriban, while others were completently new and foreign, mostly those that were the stolen texts from the Jedi. That made her smile a little. She had little love for the Jedi, for she was Sith and that made them her enemy... No matter what anyone said about the situation.

As the journal was presented into the Zarbark's hands, she was surprised, but dipped her horned head in thanks. Along they went, passing by the dojo, meditation room and finally, the quarters. This was all too much and her cheeks flushed again with embarrassment. "Mistress... This is all too much. I cannot accept all of this, but I must," she says in that low and cold tone, her eyes upon the floor. Lifting her gaze, she allowed a small smile and a peek of her tongue as she licked over her teeth once more. "I look forward to learning from you." The mention of special thanks made a hunger grow in her stomach, unfamiliar to the woman. She knew not what it meant, but it was... Interesting.

Celiana had departed and Qaheesh was alone again, for the first time in a few hours. She took the time to shower, first of all, letting the hot water soak over her lean body and hit the crimson flesh. Her hand reached to her hip, feeling the scar there and she grimaced. An accident with another slave caused such a wound and it was sensitive still, as she ran soapy fingers across the wound.

Slave... Her old life. How many lives was she to have, it seemed? An orphan. A slave. A Sith Acolyte.

Now a Sith Apprentice.

Qaheesh turned off the water and just leaned against the tiles, palms splayed against the wall. Head dripping water as she just let her thoughts wander. Memories of being beaten, tortured, struck, slashed kicked... And this was not from her slavery days, but training against older Acolyes, her masters and even monsters of all kinds. A growl ripped through her teeth as she slammed her palm against the tiles, trying to push those thoughts away. No... This will be different. It had to be.

She left the shower then, moving to find the wardrobe and dressing herself in black pants and a small chest bind. She had little breast upon her form and she preferred to show more skin then most would in a fight. Let them think she is weak, vulnerable... Then she will slaughter them. Her ruby flesh seemed to shine as the Zabrak left the room, even leaving her beloved trench coat behind. They should be leaving the planet now, heading high into space now. She moved towards her Master's quarters but paused, thinking for a moment.

No, not yet.

Hesitation grew in her mind and instead, her feet took her elsewhere and Qaheesh moved to the lift, heading down towards the meditation room and stepped out into the room, finding a spot under the Edachi blossom. Knees touched the floor, presenting herself in the position she hated most - Submission. Kneeling in the center of the room, Qa's eyelids flickered closed and she held her sabre hilt was in her lap, hands tightly closed around the metal. A sharp breath here, a deep exhale there.

"The Force Shall Free Me."

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[Celiana]

As Qa was taken aback I said "I look forward to teaching you my apprentice" Qa headed to her quarters as I walked into mine. The weight of what I'd done today suddenly hit me. I'd taken on an apprentice....Smiling at that I thought of changing clothes however I thought this dress was really cute.... Slipping my heels off and peeling out of the wonderful dress I pulled on a pair of ebony workout shorts , then I pulled on a grey sportsbra. Barefoot I padded out of my cabin pulling my sabers to my outstretched right hand. Walking barefoot down the stairs I moved soundlessly to the training dojo.

Flicking a switch training droids activated. Their hologram projectors flicked to life and I said "Anakin Skywalker module height of power, Obi-wan Kenobi module Master level." The holoprojectors flicked to life and the droids took on the likeness of two legendary swordsman of The Jedi Order. They pulled sabers and ignited them... These droids were programmed to take on the personality of the training module avatars in their dueling skills. As it stood I was going to be tested in this duel.... Igniting my curved hilt saber with a snap-hiss I went into a loose ready stance. The Anakin droid attacked in a Djem-so move...smiling I adopted a Makashi form. My aqua saber blade flicking against his ice blue blade in a smooth flick of my wrist.

I felt the saber from the Kenobi droid coming in and dropping to a knee I swept the legs from him. Pushing the Kenobi droid away with a blast of Force energy I flicked my eyes back to the Anakin droid as a flurry of blows rained down. Simply moving with aid from The Force I avoided the attacks before flicking my blade up against theirs. I lost myself in the dance of blades....I could feel Qa's presence in the Meditation room...she felt....hesitant then..... I felt her relax into The Force. She'd find me when she was ready....I had the sense that she'd have realizations or plans after meditating....

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[Qaheesh the Scorned]

Peace is a lie.
There is only Passion.
Through Passion I gain Strength.
Through Strength I gain Power.
Through Power I gain Victory.
Through Victory my chains are Broken.
The Force shall free me.

The visions that came through to Qa's mind were... Enlightening. She remained where she was, knelt at the tree, and kept whispering in Sith to herself and to the Force around her. Trying to reach out. Trying to find something in the mystic in the Force to ficus on, to give her strength. Flashes of light breaking into her mind, red and black, while visages of faces she did not know came creeping in. A Zabrak, more black then red, murmuring low to an unseen entity. A Hutt holding a chain, broken and rusted, while his great mouth was open with rage. A hooded figure, banishing a saber, before striking out...

Qaheesh's eyes flew open then, her breath heavy and rigid. Her mind was in a spin and she felt dizzy, unsure. She knew not what this meant and this was causing her great turmoil. But it was not the visions that pulled her away, no, it was the sound of lightsabre hitting another, droid noises and the movement of feet against the floor. Her first thought was alarm, but they were in space and away from being invaded. The Zabrak turned her head then, feeling the Force at work and sensing her master was training. This should be interesting to see.

Rising from her spot, Qaheesh made her way to the dojo and paused at the door, leaning against the cool metal frame as she watched Celiana. Her movements were fluid, graceful, but brutal and powerful. The two training droids were just as strong, their likenesses familiar but not recognizable to her mind. The amber eyes of the Sith glowed in the low light as she continued to observe her master, waiting until she was done before she would approach. For now, she watched and learnt, eyes taking in her strengths, her weaknesses... Her body, how it moved, how it acted, the tightness of her clothing against honey flesh, how her assets moved...

Qaheesh shook her head, snapping out of it now and kept her eyes to the floor. She hoped Celiana did not hear that thought!

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[Celiana]

I sensed Qa approaching, she'd had a flash of not fear but....She been touched by The Force. I felt her approaching as I moved. The thing with my droids was they were trained to try and kill. Any time a Master or high level Knight tier duelist was the training program. So these droids were trying to kill me and would continue to do so until I'd destroyed the droid or rendered it unable to fight. The was an Echani tenant....if you can wound do so, if you must kill do so, but the true measure of a master is the removal of the opponents sword hand with but one blow. It was true.....as I moved and I felt Qa's eyes on me I felt the current of The Force in me change..... I was no longer a Jedi....I was following the path of the Sith yet not allowing ego to blind me. I felt a difference in my saber crystal....it was shifting.

As the Anakin droid went in for a flurry of blows I moved elegantly into his attacks. A high guard against his saber then using the momentum and my lightness of weight to send my blade into a whirlind of incredibly precise hand movements. My eyes flicked to the color of my blade....shifting from an aqua, to a purple....My will and change in The Force had shifted and as a result....so had my saber crystal. Grinning I launched into an offensive series of blows against the Anakin look alike. Forcing it on the defensive. As the other droid leaped at me I flicked my now violet saber up and with a backhand movement I cut the legs of the droid off and beheaded it as it fell. Interesting....I'd struggled with that technique especially against a Master level opponent. Now the Master was defeated...

Darting in towards the remaining Anakin droid with a flurry of precise blows which knocked my saber back just enough to carry me increasingly faster. It looked like I was simply having one continues strike with how rapidly the sabers crashed against each other. I'd been accelerating my blows intentionally, now with the build up of speed I darted to the side and brought my blade up with a flick of my wrist cleanly through the droids saber hand. As I landed off my first step I cleaved the other hand off with an angled downwards strike. Channeling my emotions I felt sparks dancing across my left arm and then wreathing my left forearm in emerald lightning I darted forward and plunged my hand through the droids' chest. Pulling my hand back out in a lightning fast movement I wondered if Qa had heard the bird chirp of my lightning....

I had caught her uncontrolled thoughts about me though. My mind had the tendency to seek out other unguarded thoughts...Twirling my saber out and to the side I extinguished the blade and smiled as I looked up at Qa. Speaking in Sith I said "I don't mind you thinking I'm attractive Qa, I certainly don't mind you looking. Through passion I gain strength...besides there's a certain level of excitement that being intimate with a student brings...The Sith are all about forbidden things after all." A light sheen of sweat covered my body and I was sure Qaheesh could see multiple tattoos and piercings along with scars. Sinking to a seated lotus position I pulled my saber from my belt and gestured for Qa to sit. "So tell me apprentice did you enjoy the show?" I had a double entendre with my wording but I was also curious. "What did you see under the Echani Cherry tree my apprentice?"

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[Qaheesh the Scorned]

Celiana was a damn good bladeswoman, that was for sure. Qaheesh watched with eager eyes as her Master moved fluidly, her blades becoming one as they changed colour, the blue moving to purple. Could sabres actually change? She had no idea, hers was always a bright red, burning bright with passion, anger and strength. Just as she did...

Like a true Sith.

The droids quickly went down, struck by her Master's skill and Qaheesh was impressed. Her hilt quivered in her hand, eagar for it to draw blood and she smiled, stroking her thumb down the cool metal. She swore this weapon had a mind of it's own at times, almost as ruthless and bloodthirsty as she found herself to be. Lightsabres were drawn to their masters through their relationship to the Force and the personalities. Perhaps her own weapon sensed that now and was eager to prove itself?

But when Celiana spoke of the thoughts Qaheesh had in her mind, alarm showed all over her face and she ducked her head. "Apologies, Mistress," she mumbles in the same tongue, her cheeks becoming even more crimson as she flushed with embarrassment. "I will try to control them better, if you wish it."

Though, she wasn't wrong. Sith did explore forbidden options after all. Qahessh grinned at her master and joined her on the floor, sitting with her legs crossed. Her own scar was visible, the mess at her hip and her only other markings were her Zabrak tattoos. A bow of her head to her master came, but this was mostly done to keep her eyes away from staring. "Yes, Master, you are quite skilled, it seems, with sabres." She bit her lip and then the Sithling continued, explaining her vision. "I saw... Faces. Flashes. I'm not sure, they came so quick and left my mind as soon as I blinked." A frown here and she steals a glance up, her golden eyes upon her Master. "It was not something I had seen before."

A pause then and the Sith let loose a growl. "Why does it matter?" she snaps at Celiana suddenly. "We just need to find the power and leave, these visions mean nothing!"

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[Celiana]

As she apologized I waved it off "No need for apologies Qa as for controlling thoughts better....I do not wish it. It is out passion that gives us strength. The Jedi...having been one myself are about restraining emotion. We are not, we are to revel in our emotions, our dirty little thoughts. It gives us strength it gives us something to fight for and towards." She looked towards the floor and I gently wrapped one hand around her chin and pushed her head up to look at me. "Don't feel shame Qa, don't be afraid to look upon me, I quite enjoy it...."

I caught a glimpse of scar tissue at her hip and then I listened. Faces and flashes....that was the problem with Force Visions. Never could be just clear could they? Then her attitude shifted and I wreathed her in my voice. Deep and sultry "Visions ALWAYS mean something Qa. As for finding power there's time enough for that. We'll still be tested once aboard the station as I've only explored a very small amount of it. I appreciate your thirst for power and your ambition. However be cautious that you not allow yourself to be carried off in a storm of ambition. Rather become the storm itself your feelings, emotions, ambitions, ego all of these are debris to batter your enemies with should they be used properly. Once you yourself are like a maelstrom in The Force? Let everything bend before you..."

Curious I asked... in Sith "Tell me more about this vision Qaheesh, anything you can remember." I sensed....a connection to her past and her thirst to test herself and bathe her saber in blood. She had a great deal of pride and had made a sarcastic comment about slavery. I sensed...somehow her past was tied to this vision and that she was angry....literally boiling. I'd help her exact vengeance on those who'd oppressed her as slavers or otherwise as it was she needed to be the one to spill blood in anger. She had that double-bladed saber however there were weapons that rivaled the saber especially for The Sith. I was intent on having her forge her own Sith Sword and we'd need blood. To quote one of Sidious' holocrons a trough of blood spilled in anger...however the blood was typically much more pure for the forging process if it was a kill in anger and the blood was from one who'd wronged you severely.

This was why I was asking about visions. So I sat there....endured her outburst and simply opened myself like a conduit wreathing her in my presence in The Force. Touching her bare arm softly I let my presence in The Force wash over her... She'd likely see me seated at the foot of a maelstrom with lightning of different colors spinning about, along with sabers tossed around in the winds. Sabers from those I'd killed or seen killed....banners of allegiance The Silver Jedi, The Confederacy, The ORC their banners whirled around in the storm about me until lightning ripped through them burning them to ash which was swept into the storm of me.

Opening my eyes slowly my purple irises gleamed as did the crimson and gold flecks. "Qaheesh there is power right in front of you....ask and I'll teach." I still wondered if she'd been so smitten with my saber skills that she'd missed my use of Electric Judgement....

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[Qaheesh the Scorned]

The touch made her look up, the Zabrak's amber eyes staring right into Celiana's. A little smirk came, listening to her speak of forbidden thoughts and desires. A nod came and she shifted her head, pressing her lips against a finger that came up close to her mouth. "If that is what you wish, master, then I shall... Ah, observe your techniques and use it refine my own." The voice that came was just as cold as it had ever been, but a new tone was there, something sultry and flirtatious even. Internally, Qa was shaking her head, astounded at herself, but also pleased too. She was learning.

But then she was told off, and Qaheesh flicked a disbelieving glare at Celiana, her eyes narrowing in rage and hate. She did not care for this vision, it was not important, yet her master was demanding she speak of it! Her words were soothing, yet Qaheesh felt only pain at them. "My ambition and power has made me who I am, I will not bend to a daydream of something that is not real," she hisses, true venom upon her tongue now. "No disrespect, Master," The word Master is thrown about with naught but disrespect, a quick way to get herself punished if things continued! "But pondering my dreams is not why I become your apprentice. Now, I will not speak of it again." The rage bubbled and boiled, like an hot cup of water threatening to spill over. She knew these visions were linked to her past, perhaps, but much of it was blocked out, locked away deep in her mind.

She was a Sith. Sith do not feel regret for their past. It is only the future that maters.

But then the force came over her and Qaheesh resisted. She pushed, trying to press against the bubble that was forming but her Master was much stronger then her, much older and wiser then the proud Zabrak. No, she could not hold it back and the imagery was in her mind, so clear as if she was right in front of it. A cascade of light, all different colours, dancing about her and Celiana's forms. No, it wasn't light...It was lightning, thundering about her like they were in a vortex. Spinning about them was sabres, all different makes and with blood splattered upon handles... Ah, she understood then. Celiana had collected them, killed their owners and taken their weapons as trophies. Banners of organisations she been a part of... Or destroyed? It was hard to tell. Strong, powerful and beautiful. What more could Qa wish for?

In truth, she had never been one for romance or relationships. Even the idea of a man being with her was astounding, let alone a woman and her Master!

Still, the vision ended then and Qaheesh opened her eyes, finding herself staring right at Celiana's own. What was she trying to prove? That she was strong? A Jedi killer? The only motion on Qaheesh's face is one of disdain and she moves to rise. "I do not understand."

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[Celiana]

Fine....it seemed she needed to know why. Bringing my will to bear as she moved to rise she'd find herself rooted to the spot she sat. "The reason I ask about visions Qa is because believe it or not the past casts a very long shadow." Placing my left palm against the dojo floor I triggered a burst of Dark Side energy and the tile on the deck plating slid aside and ejected a blade up into the air. Faster than Qa could blink I snatched the hilt of the sword. She'd be able to feel The Dark Side literally pulsing from the blade. "This blade was forged with Sith Alchemy, it requires a trough of blood spilled in anger. The blood is more potent when the person slain caused the forger of the blade trauma." Spinning to a stand while Qa was still held rooted by my will I hissed into her ear in Sith "The reason I ask about visions is that you'll need to slay someone that can fill a trough of blood in order for you to forge your own Sith Blade."

I'd felt her press her lips against my finger when I gripped her chin. Her tone had shifted slightly too....more sensual perhaps. She was learning to give into passions...yet she was till challenging me. I couldn't have that.... Tossing the Sith blade on the floor in front of me I said coldly "Pick it up Qaheesh." As she did she'd feel the Dark Side coursing through her just a taste of the power held in a blade like that. The blade served me though....the blood in that blade had been spilled by me. It served me....yet she'd be able to feel an infusion of Dark Side power into her body right before there was a sharp jolt of Force Lightning for a brief second. "The blade is usable by someone other than me. However it WILL cause pain to the wielder unless that person is me....Essentially you can use that but it will cause you agony if you try wielding it against the person who forged it. Me. The blade shows loyalty to the person who forged it...."

I heard the blade hit the deck plating and moving over towards Qaheesh quiet as a wraith I placed the hand she'd picked the blade up in in my own hand and channeled The Force to heal any damage done by the blade to her hand. Moving in close against her I whispered in Sith "There is reasoning behind the questions I ask Qaheesh. I'm wanting to help you forge your own Sith blade it requires blood to do so, a trough full in fact. If your sarcastic tone in the club was any indicator then you've dealt with slavery before. I told you you were not my slave and I'll further add that I won't allow you to be put in chains by anyone. I will add though that what sweeter revenge could there be than to slay the people that caused you such pain and through their deaths to forge a weapon loyal only to you?"

Wrapping my arm around her waist I softly kissed her neck, then her bare scalp. Running my nails across her bare shoulders I said "My knowledge and wisdom is yours to benefit from Qa." Kissing her neck again I said "All. you must do. Is ask." To accentuate each word I kissed her neck, gliding around to her I firmly but gently placed my hand over her neck, then I kissed her sinfully crimson lips and held there for a moment before floating away. Our lips stuck to each other for a moment as I pulled away... She needed to understand I was the Master and that I will help her achieve her goals however I could but that I would NOT tolerate disrespect being as flippant as she'd been. I was like Echani silk....soft, elegant, and incredibly lethal. I couldn't count the amount of Jedi I'd killed with Echani silk and using Force Cloak. All their sabers were used by my training droids now...

She lusted for power however I felt she needed subtle direction...She was much like me....I'd been utterly blinded by my own search for power as a Jedi that it'd nearly cost me my life. I wanted her to excel in her endeavors without her lust for power blinding her on HOW to achieve those goals discreetly...The Sith were still hunted, and I'd rather not deal with Jetiise poking their noses in our operations....

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[Qaheesh the Scorned]

Qaheesh was angry. That much was obvious and the way her body quivered, she was displeased about being stuck to the floor! Still, she had to listen and her head tilted up, eyes of burning red staring into gold and purple. Her teeth bared, almost like an irritated animal. The pulse of energy came and she turned her head to find a blade in her Master's hand, the edge practically dripping with the Dark Side. Slay... Another? She had killed many, that was easy. "If you are asking me if I am willing to kill, Master, it is no problem," she hisses through clenched teeth, keeping her tone respectful as it could be. "Blood of an innocent? Even easier."

When the blade was sent to her, Qaheesh reached for it, despite something telling her no. Yet, as fingers wrapped around the handle, a surge of power ripped through her. A cry of pain escaped her lips, yet fingers tightened. it burnt, it scorched, yet she held it! Loyalty... Even sabres could be used by another, if their master was slain. Could the same be said for this? No, this Sith Blade was different. Dark. Exotic.

Powerful.

Despite the pain, she held on, the stubborn Zabrak holding on tight, before she felt it fall. Her crimson fingers were raw, sore, yet, they were healing. Her head turned, finding Celiana right beside her! Eyes flew open in alarm. "Master--" The words were cut off then as realization set in and the Sith turned away, realizing her mistake. A frown comes to her lips and she whispers right back to her Master. "Yes... I was a slave until the Academy bought me my freedom," she mumbles, almost in shame. No, not almost... She was ashamed of her past. Admitting what she once was... It was causing her more pain then ever before. Repressed memories arising in her head, despite how hard she fought to keep them out. A flash of a whip, a scald of hot water against bare flesh... A deep and guttural laugh echoed in her ear, making her visibly cringe.

The touch of fingernails against bare flesh was not enough to bring her back, she simply stared ahead, until lips found hers. A gasp came and she pushed forward, desiring more, only to have it snatched away in an instant. A whine almost came from her throat before she recomposed herself, settling back down into her position. This was a lesson again...

Moving forward, the Zabrak lowered herself down, no longer a kneel but a true prostrate against the floor, her forehead touching the tile. "I am sorry, it will not happen again, Mistress," she says, true submission in her apology. Was the lesson truly learnt? Only time can tell...

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[Celiana]

Ahhhh there it was.... the pain of her past coming to her mind. The past of being a slave, the resentment of being bought by an academy. Feeling as though she was someone else's property....I rolled my neck in a mix of discomfort and lust to shed someone's blood....I did NOT like slavery. As it was I'd been one due to needing to borrow money in my past. I still knew where the brand was on my body. I'd had scars over it and tattoos done as well...Looking at Qa as she prostrated herself before me and apologized I knelt before her and lifting her up I softly kissed her lips. Speaking in Sith I said "You're forgiven Qaheesh, ensure that it doesn't. Loyalty and effectiveness I will personally reward."

Sitting by her side once again I took her hand and placed it by the V of my hips where my tattoos were done over. There was a branding mark there...of The Black Sun. I'd been enslaved due to a debt and forced to do what I'd enjoyed as a child... dancing...for the entertainment and to pay off my debt. As it stood I had spilled several troughs full of blood in the creation of my collection of Sith blades.... I'd been....passed around syndicates. I'm sure she could feel the mark of that brand. Sharing a memory through touch I showed her an image of me dancing. Smooth, sensual circular movement of my hips then a jerky circular movement of my hips into a belly dance. She'd see me with a collar around my neck and me on a chain dancing for the amusement of a Hutt. She'd feel the slimy unwelcome feeling of a slimy Hutt's tongue along my neck.

Then I exited the vision I shared with her. "That hutt...his blood spilled by me is what fueled these." Sending a targeted pulse of Dark Side energy into the floor tiles they'd flick open and Sith blades would pop up held in place by gravity wells. "Some are only for me....others for those I deem worthy..." Reaching out with The Force I pulled the hilt of a blade to my hand, looking down the blade I inverted the blade towards myself with the hilt extended to her. Speaking in Sith softly I said "This will serve as a training blade until there is such a time as you are ready for the process of forging your own Sith blade. The power in this blade is from the Hutt I killed...My anger at that time. However I forged multiple blades as such the purity of the emotions and hatred that flowed with the one kill was diluted as more blades were forged. This blade will not hold the same level of power as the blade I forged for myself."

With that I pulled my personal sword to my outstretched palm. The sheer radiance of Dark Side emanating from the blade could be felt through the Terantatek Leather sheath. Designed to shield the blade from being as easily noticed. The whole sword literally dripped and pulsed with The Dark Side of The Force. "I forged this....after slaying the Hutt's brother who I was passed to, as well as The Twi'lek Majordomo of the Black Sun Syndicate who branded me. The brand which you felt. The Third was a Senator of The Republic who bought me from The Black Sun...They all were drained of every last drop of blood, then flayed and spread on Geonosis. The hives seemed to enjoy the meal.... After which I went Dathomir and forged only one blade with the blood from all three infusing my anger, my righteous fury, my will was poured into this blade. It will not yield to anyone else."

"When you make your kill Qaheesh make them of the people you've been oppressed by which you hate the most....Slavers...those on Korriban who made you feel not enough....and your own blade will be obedient to you alone pulsing with rage, lust for more, and pride...." Looking at her as she got up I said "here is where I see what they taught you on Korriban Prudii cyar'ika...." Standing up I unsheathed my blade and a wave of dark side energy dripped from my blade. Having given her one of my blades invigorated with Dark Side I took a loose ready stance and looked towards Qa...."your move my apprentice...."

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Qaheesh leaned forward and returned the kiss, while also being lifted up to her feet. her legs felt unsteady, like she had been running through quicksand on Tattoine and got pulled out. Her only response to her remark was a stiff nod, before the Zabrak held her hand move... Inching down towards her Master's hips! If she could turn even redder, she would have done so, however, they were not doing what she suspected... No, a brand lay there, burnt skin upon healed ones. Qaheesh stared, taking her time to trace long nails across it and feel the wound. She had one too, but the tattoos covered it now, right at the back of her neck. Too dark to be seen.

Tilting her head, many questions came to mind to ask, but they were all answered soon enough. Images of Celiana dancing upon tables in dark clubs, jeering faces staring down upon her as men and women watched her with perverted eyes. A thick collar around her neck, the chain looped into the overgrown mass of a hand a Hutt had, before his tongue went all over her body. A pulse of rage flew to her mind and a growl left her lips. "You know then... You know what it's like," she says flatly, before looking down to see even more Sith Blades rise from the tiles. "The pain... The humiliation. The suffering..." Her story left a bitter taster in the Sithling's mouth, but she understood. She understood why she must listen and pay attention to the lessons she was taught. The violence did not bother her, in fact, she seemed to smile and light up at the sound of the graphicness, showing every pointed tooth behind her lips.

It wasn't about power now, it was about vengeance.

Delicate hands reached and she felt the hilt of the sword in her hands. Qaheesh wasn't too fond of this, it felt heavy, unusual and very strange. She preferred her saber but centuries of technology meant that others in the galaxy had final found materials impervious to it's burning power. Perhaps she'd have to use this when she ran into trouble... The idea spark a smirk upon full lips and she nodded to her Master. "It feels odd, but I suppose it will be worthy." She tested a strike to the side, her movements a bit stiff but the idea was there. "I know little swordplay, the majority of my training is with the double-blade. You may have to..." A pause as the apprentice sent a cheeky smile to Celiana then! "Ah, correct by form."

​Qaheesh took a few steps back and formed a similar stance to one she knew. Feet slightly apart, blade at her side. She doesn't appear like she is about to do anything, but then she strikes, moving forward in a single fluid motion to swipe upwards at Celiana! If it hit or was blocked, it did not matter, she;d duck and weave to try and kick at her master's knees from behind!

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[Celiana]

As she'd run her fingers over my brand and said that I knew what it was like I said softly in Sith "Aye I do...and I promise you this my apprentice. I will personally help you drain every last drop of their blood for your blade and to help you achieve your vengeance." She admitted to knowing little of actual swordplay I watched as she took a stance. Legs apart....shoulders loose....She actually had decent stances then she moved. Fluidly too! Moving towards me I saw the strike coming. Flicking my eyes towards her leg which was chambering for a kick I placed my blade tip in the deck plating and planting my palm on the hilt I flipped off the hilt of my sword pulling it with me as I flipped.

Coming to a stand a few paces from her I said "Good Qaheesh! Improvisation with bladework is very important. The leg kick was a nice touch as well, you've likely noticed the difference in weight with the sword. Let each strike carry you into the next. The momentum from the blade's weight leads your blade into the next strike." I let my eyes flit over her form....when she'd touched my brand I'd felt a twinge of lustful embarrassment. Reaching out with The Force I closed my eyes and flicked my blade up into an angled fencers' high guard. Tucking one hand behind my back I adopted a Makashi stance.....Letting my senses drift I took in Qaheesh in my minds' eye. She had a sinful red aura about her. Her anger and rage were like a sun in their intensity. It was beautiful to behold....though there was a gentle peach color coloring her aura as well. Stemming from.....I felt her nails against my hip where I'd shown her the brand. Her teeth against my neck, her arm wrapped around my waist.....

Ahhh....so there was an attraction she felt. Her primary goal was attaining greater power which I could and would help her with....Though I'd also encourage her attraction towards me as the feeling was very much mutual.... Waiting for her next series of strikes I kept my eyes closed and breathed in. I could smell the beskar I'd used in the forging of her blade....the light perspiration coming off of me, the smell of her skin.... I awaited to see what she'd show me of her skills next...for now I basked in the fact that she'd felt embarrassed about having her finger along the V of my hips....

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Qaheesh was smiling now, bringing her blade up to her front to hold it vertically in a guard position across her breast. Encircling her master, like a lion stalking a gazelle in the field, ready to find the best moment to strike and bite. Well, she was not biting, but her teeth grazing along Celiana's neck... But the Zabrak could not shake away the idea of being intimate with her, eager to find what rewards awaited her. But now was not the time for that, no, she needed to focus!

Her eyes followed as Celiana flipped away and a low growl escaped her lips, before she followed after, a series of brutal strikes coming from each and every way. They would most likely be deflected from her master's stance, but she still tried. Brutal aggression was in every swing, rage and anger practically exploding from every ounce of her. Even so, she did let up, seeking to overpower Celiana through sheer strength and passion. Strangely, she still wields the blade as if it was a double-blade lightsabre, as she turns to try and use the hilt to strike out, only to find nothing but air. A growl of frustration came from those lips, before she turned, awaiting to be struck out again by her master, if she did strike back at all that is!

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[Celiana]

She began striking out...viciously. As her blade accelerated from doing as instructed I felt it come very close. She was letting the weight of the blade accelerate her attacks. I couldn't see her physically...but I could hear the frustrated growl. As I'd danced away from her initial strike no less... As it stood she was giving into her anger and rage. Good.... "Yes Qaheesh! Use your anger let it focus your blade guide your swings!" I saw her training with a double instinctively trying to take over. Perhaps a double bladed Sith Spear would work for her..... Circling her like a wolf I said "There's an Echani adage about bladework....If you need to wound to stop the fight do so, if you need to kill do so. The true stroke of a Master is being able to disarm your opponent in only one strike...."

Using The Force I accelerated my speed and darted in. Inverting my blade I put a cut through the black trousers close to the hip, dropping to a knee and pivoting I angled the blade up again and put a thin cut along her chest binding. Spinning off my hand I put another long slit up the right thigh of her trousers. Before darting just barely out of range...each of the cuts I'd made would have compromised the integrity of her clothing.

In fact I could see that delicious ruby skin of her thigh through the black pants... None of the cuts I'd made would mark her. This was a teaching match to determine her strengths as a duelist. As it was she'd moved into a Djem So series of blows flawlessly. However my skill would be evident if she took a moment to breathe... As it was I wasn't worried about clothes I could replace or buy more of literally anything she wanted. I could have already disarmed her however she had....great instinctive skill with a blade. Speaking in Sith I said "Land a blow and I'll cook literally anything you want for dinner....however if I disarm you on the next strike.... I choose what comes next...Do we have an agreement my apprentice?"

As it was she'd been treated to a sandwich at my club....But I enjoyed cooking, it brought a certain level of clarity.

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[Qaheesh the Scorned]

Her Master danced away, avoiding nearly all blows and Qaheesh screamed, internally at least, as her words rang in her ears. Was it helpful or taunting? She didn't know. Qaheesh spun, aiming for another strike but she saw nothing. Celiana had already went behind her, still preaching. Part of Qa wanted to shout for her to shut up and fight, but she bit her tongue, feeling blood trickle into her mouth. Instead, she spits out another remark. "Zabrak tenants are simpler - Kill or be killed!"

With a snarl from her lips, she moves to slash but then, something whips past her. Air suddenly hits her crimson flesh on her thigh, where her pants should be. What? Same for her chest and then the other side of her pants. Her clothes were torn, not enough to cause them to fall off, but cuts were visible upon her leathers now. Eyes narrowed in distaste and she paused, breathing heavy. "Master, you--!" Her words cut off with a strained hiss, her blood boiling. How dare she?!

She backs up and listens to the words Celiana speaks. Eyes are still narrowed in annoyance. "Those were my favorite pants," she grumbles. "A deal? You will lose, Mistress. I guarantee it." The Sith moves now, willing the Force to grant her extra speed, but it is not the sword that comes for the Master. No, her free hand reaches for her double-bladed saber and activates it, moving to swing at Celiana, her grip unstable but strong. Will she be disarmed or will her Master lose an arm?

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[Celiana]

Her people's philosophy was...simple yet direct. She moved to go into a slash based off the way her foot scraped the dojo wood... She sputtered briefly saying "Master...you..." She sounded as though she were about to shriek at me. "I'll get you better ones my apprentice..." She mentioned me losing and I utilized a technique of swordsmanship called Dun Moch, essentially taunting your opponent. Speaking in Sith I said "I fancy my chances Qa, as is you didn't notice the cuts until you went to move." I saw her resheathe the Sith training sword and instead she ignited her double bladed saber....

Smirking I hadn't truly shown her all of what I was capable of..... however spears and staffs were what I'd trained for years on Eshan.... I had the advantage here. Instead of darting away I moved into her attack. There was a moment, a split second I realized she didn't have a stable hold on her saber. Immediately I went into a Makashi offensive form. My hand a blur of movement as my blade crashed against hers, flicking into a whirlwind of tightly controlled hand flicks.

Her rage crashing in waves against my own emotions. My blade was a blur now, she'd have to track it using The Force as it was my blade would be seen as a blur coming towards her. I remembered something a Sith holocron had once said about Alchemically forged blades...that with enough purity of intent and when the blade and Masters' will was in alignment the Sith blades could be seen as phasing through a saber blade. As my speed had increased I'd felt the build up to this moment. Sending a quick slash through her blades' beam I flicked my blade down against the saber hilt with all the built up momentum and I watched as I achieved a feat I'd never dreampt I'd see happen did. Her saber hilt flew from her hands and fell against the dojo floor as at the same time her saber hit the wood floor my blade tip flicked to her throat.

I held the blade tip there for a moment as we both just realized what had happened. She knew I'd beaten her, at least this time...she had potential though....incredible potential as a bladeswoman. Flicking my blade away from her throat I re-sheathed my blade and brought my left palm vertically against my horizontally closed right fist and inclining my head I bowed. Speaking Sith in a sultry low, throaty tone I said "You fought well Qaheesh, I see some room for improvement however you have good instinctive form. Plus you had a great understanding of Djem So which is an aggressive saber form....That all being said....I still win. So my conditions are as follows, think of whatever you'd like for a dream dinner and I'll make that. As for replacing the pants....I have something to replace those with I think you'll enjoy...My instructions as your Master are to go to your quarters or wherever on the ship you feel comfortable and write of your experiences with meditation, with realizing what we both have in common, plus what you learned watching me spar and then sparring with me."

"Feel free to share these observations with me at dinner Qa, I sense there's still much more for us to discuss..."

Walking away back towards my cabin I wanted to get a shower and do some reading on Sith Alchemy experiments I'd been thinking about before I started cooking.....

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[Qaheesh the Scorned]

The fight was strong and fierce, but ultimately, a master will ALWAYS beat an apprentice. The two clashed, sword against pure energy, rage against finesse, but then, it was all over. The lightsabre was struck from her grip and Qaheesh fell, her hand reaching for the flung hilt and willing it to return, but it was too late. The tip of the Sith Sword was against her throat and she gazed up at Celiana, wide-eyed and nervous now. She could slit her throat and no one would know...

Her head bowed and the Zabrak spoke low in Sith. "I have failed, Master. Forgive me."

When the blade flicked away, she let her golden eyes rise to look over Celiana, arms folded nervously across her chest. Her head tilts, listening to the words and then, a smile comes. A small but pleasant one. "Training was always my favorite of my studies," she remarks, laughing nervously afterwards. Her feet find the floor under her and she rises, thinking of the great question of now. "Of course," she answers Celiana's question in a soft tone, before she too moves to depart.

Another shower was on call and Qaheesh found herself sitting on her bed afterwards, redressed in some nicer-looking clothes, a loose fitting cream tunic and brown pants, boots upon her feet. She holds up hilt, staring down at the blade with worried yet admirable eyes. She lost. It was always something she found great shame in, for she tried her damn hardest at everything she did. Losing was... Humiliation. Degrading. Disrespectful.

How could a Sith lose like that?

Qaheesh growled low and fell back, laying her head against soft covers. More training was at needed, it seemed...

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[Celiana]

She was nervous and spoke low in the Sith tongue. "I have failed Master, forgive me." Locking eyes with hers I said softly in Sith "There are not many who can stand against me in bladed combat, there was no failure on your part and therefor nothing to forgive. This was an assessment of your abilities with a saber and bladed weapons Qa...You have promise, a great deal in fact...." My eyes flashed a brighter purple at that moment.... listening to her speak of how she enjoyed training as studies. Smirking as I was the same I met her gaze and said low in Sith "Qa, you have great potential as a bladeswoman. Take pride in the fact that you held your own against me, relish in that pride, drink it in."

She headed off to her quarters and I did the same. Showering briefly I got redressed in the same dress I'd been wearing earlier. Except it'd been laundered and set back out for me, the heels had been set out alongside my bed where the dress lay. The silver phrik pentacle belt had been laid out as well. Toweling dry I pulled on a pair of undergarments and slipped back into my favorite dress then slipped into my favorite pair of black heels. Fastening my belt back in place I left my saber by my bed and headed to the library. Heels clicking along the Echani oak floor as I walked. Walking down the staircase into the library I placed my palm against one of the vault boxes in the floor and sent a pulse of Dark Side energy into the floor. A small vaultbox came up and pressing my hand against it I heard a whir, then a click. The top slid open and I pulled out a maroon leather-bound tome. A Sith Grimoire used for the practice of Sith Sorceries and Alchemy.

The tome lay on my lap and channeling The Force I sat and floated into midair. The tome was....pulsing with power from The Dark Side. However I knew that this was something to treat cautiously, introducing Qa to Sith alchemy and sorcery. I'd start with the alchemy first.... Opening the tome I felt the anger, emanating from the lettering of the pages. Inked using the blood of many species, many experiments.... I began to read.... my mind subconsciously plucking books off the shelves relating to what I was learning about. Alchemy and Sorcery......I read and with a datapad that was floating alongside a stylus I made notations of experiments to try alone and others with Qaheesh. I let my mind drift and bounce from reading, to making notations, to simply Meditating.

Finally I summoned a droid and looking down at it I said "Take the red dress from my quarters, have it cleaned and have a set of my same black heels delivered to my apprentice's room. Request to know her favorite dinner dish and report back to me." The droid warbled and said "Aye Mistress." I looked towards my stylus rotating through the air and made several notations on experiments that could be done with already corrupted organics. I had a sense that Hades Station would yield the components to begin experimenting in Sith Alchemy and Magicks.... Lifting the book into a special case which locked shut I fitted the case to the ceiling and engaged the transit system where it'd be taken on rails to my quarters.

Ending my meditation I extended my legs and stepped back agaisnt the deck plating as the datapad and stylus clicked agaisnt each other and then floated to my outstretched hand. I'd be sharing these discoveries with Qa shortly... for now I'd head down to the kitchen and see if the droid had completed its task yet. If so I'd be able to start cooking, if not I could always grab a snack before I started too....

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[Qaheesh the Scorned]

The final words Celiana spoke of pride brought a smile to the Sith's lips and she turned to give a smile to her master, all teeth showing. "Pride for a Zabrak is like a fine wine... We will never tire of it, never forget it's taste," she purrs in Sith, her tone sultry and wanting. The door zipped shut after her and she went to her room to bathe, hips swaying with every step, before finding herself laying on the bed, almost ready to doze off..

With a huff, Qaheesh suddenly sat back up, twisting her head about as if someone called her name. The Dark Side was strong, stronger then she ever felt before on the ship. Her lips curl, showing sharpened teeth, before the expression falters back as a knock comes to her door. No life form was there, she could feel that, so with a wave of her hand, she opened the door. The droid entered, carrying what looked to be red cloth and a pair of black heels in on it's metal hands. A few beeps came from it, before it came closer and offered her the items.

The Zabrak's eyes widened in surprised. "She wants me to wear... These?" She asked in an incredulous voice, looking back to the droid. She didn't take the dress and heels.

"Beep zoop bibi!" it chittered back, in a language Qa did not understand and pushed the dress towards her again.

Qaheesh stared and then sighed. "Tell her... Fine," she growls, teeth grinding against each other in a snarl. She didn't mind showing her skin, that was true, but this was not armor nor something to move in. She couldn't hide her face or her blade. Open. Exposed...

Despite her misgivings, she still dressed and stepped out into the hall. Red silk clung to her body, perfectly shaped and showing the curves of her body, while the heels made the small Zabrak taller and lean. Her lightsabre held against her leg and her shoulders bare, she made her way towards the kitchen she knew her master spoke of. With a sigh, she steps in and turns to see if Celiana was there...

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