Who Do You Voodoo?

[Najac Samedi]

On board of his masters personal ship the new sith student was applying his make up to his face, a simple white skull painted on to him. "Dressed up like a million-dollar trooper tryin' hard to look like Gary Cooper Come let's mix where Rock-a-fellas Walk with sticks or umbrellas In their mitts, puttin' on the Ritz" he began to sing to himself as he finished applying his make up, with the skull adorned on his face he sighed contently and reached down on to his counter and grabbed a glass of bourbon, taking a very long sip he sighed contently then kept it firmly in his grasp. "Sith I swear, sometimes it's like arguing with a bear." combing back his dreads under his top hat he picked up his communicator with his free hand and looked to see that he was being summoned by his master. "No god should have a master, though I must say it beats being a guy holding a blaster." dancing his way to the opened it and walked out of his cabin and out to the halls.

It was quite strange to see a man in a full purple suit with feathers and a skull cane just semi dancing his way down the halls. It was a surprise to him that she would call for him at a time like this. She certainly was a strange woman to take a person like Najac on as a student, but he wasn't complaining. He needed the training and she was certainly a kind enough to take him on. As he progressed down the halls he made his way to the bridge of the ship where she would more than likely be. Cocking his hat and making sure he looked presentable he smiled and threw a cigar on his lips. Drink still in hand the doors opened and he walked forward to greet her. "Greetings my master you summoned me? I am here and how may I serve thee?" smiling he bowed before her his arms extended completely as his back was straight out in front. Cane in one hand, drink in the other he awaited her orders and was quite eager to learn more from her.

 

[Lief]

Kära turned her gaze across the ship toward the Apprentice she had recently taken on. Her eyes narrowed substantially to the sight of him, her anger well contained all things considered. When he neared her she swiped out a hand with lightning-fast reflexes, swatting aside the cigar and glass of liquor in one. "I care not what you do when you are out in the Galaxy, but aboard my ship you will not lower yourself to such. Alcohol and drugs are vices of the weak man. You will not be weak." This she asserted, yet almost immediately the topic was dropped. Turning away from him she gestured for him to follow. Across the bridge of the ship she wandered, fully expecting him to walk in her shadow.

"Tell me, Najac, what have you been doing these past few days since we hit hyperspace?" For the most part, the Sith Lady had left him to do as he pleased. His training with her had yet to fully begin, and she figured he would require time to settle in. A ship the size of the Judgement in itself was an overwhelming sight, without the knowledge of what lay within and the training which would soon begin.

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[Najac Samedi]

"Yes my lady, I will be as sober as a new born baby." With that Najac smiled and stood up shuffling his feet over to his master. He was a pretty happy person and he was here to learn and please his master not bicker and argue about simple things such as smokes and alcohol. He would get his fill of these things later but for now he wasn't a big fan of getting torn limb from limb by a person's mind. As he followed his master in her shadow he continued to be an upbeat sort of guy. Always with the wheeling and dealing attitude he answered his masters question quickly and without hesitation. It was best that he did not show any sign of incompetence less he be cast aside quickly by her for some other fresh faced sith who looked far less strange than him

"I mostly kept to my ritual books, I learned about different potions and sith alchemy to cook." Najac wasn't much of a sword fighter. He prefered to use his words and guile. He was an opportunist and right now being trained by this woman was one he couldn't pass up. It was best if he just remained professional with her and did what she said at all times. "If I may ask, what can I expect for you to task?" with that he asked humbling and respectfully to his master so he could learn. @[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]

 

[Lief]

The Sith Lady watched her Apprentice for a moment, pursing her lips a little. At least he was willing to work with her; she knew he would not change his ways, nor did she expect him to. Each man had a right to decide his own fate. But in the presence of she who was his Master? Well he would know better than to do so from now on. With a very subtle nod of her head the young woman continued to walk across the ship, heading down towards the hangar bay. "I see; but refusal and unwillingness to train with a sword is a bad precedent to set yourself. There are creatures out there in the Galaxy who will not fall prey to tricks of the Force. Therefore, today we will be focusing upon swordplay."

Slipping her hand to the back of her belt she produced an active lightsaber. Unlike her own the hilt was standard, as opposed to curved. This she threw across to where he was, ready to catch it through the Force should he miss it. Her free hand, the left, unclipped her curved hilt. Regardless of their location, which was in truth simply a hallway and not a training facility, the woman ignited the blade in a flourish and stanced herself immediately. Her Makashi footwork was perfect, and it appeared effortless for her to gain the stance. "Even a woman as slight as I have such tricks up my sleeve" was all she said before she slipped forwards into an immediate lunge. Her actions spoke volumes, but in the end they compressed down into the basics: learn quickly.

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[Najac Samedi]

Najac was not one to get his hands dirty really, he detested getting his suit dirty, did you know how hard it was to find a dry cleaners in space? Pretty damn hard to say the least. But at this point all that was on his mind was to survive and overcome the situation at hand. Grabbing his own saber from his coat pocket he jumped backwards just barely enough for the blade of his masters light saber to cut through the overcoat burning a few of the buttons on his suit. Great, another suit ruined if it wasn't for his suit and tie policy he would of switched to crummy T-shirts and jeans a long time ago, but then he would look like every other asshat force user in this galaxy. With that the man activated his saber and let it hang in his left hand, he was a south paw fighter with no real style. He had his own so to say that comprised of random moves making him a bit harder to read. "Ah yes a good strike, but this isn't something I really like." twirling the blade in his left hand he remained on the defensive ends of things, why attack when you can have others do it for you.

As a few armed men on fire watch passed by Najac reached his right hand out and curled his fingers to them casting a vale on their minds. A good three guards who were acting as the relief for some men more than likely standing post Najac gave a smile his boney face paint stretching on his skin. "I'm sorry master this is all fun, but boys set blasters to stun." with that the men took aim at Kära and fired at her with the stun rounds of their blasters looking knock her to the ground. taking the moment as a slight advantage which to be honest was not he was but a drop in the bucket compared to his master he danced forward and brought his hand back almost in a cartoonish manner and lunged forward bring a strike aimed at the woman's torso. He was fairly certain she wasn't going to go out to a scrub like him but he was only trying to please her really. @[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]

 

[Lief]

Oh how sweet and wonderful it was when an individual underestimated Kära and her influence. For now she did not even attempt to change up the 'commands' given to her guards, those she had raised and trained, those she had subjugated and controlled for virtually all of their lives. Her body instead danced back along the same line it had previously taken, her stance automatically perfect. Away from his initial range she watched as her men fired at her, stun setting on of course, but their shot was off by fraction of an inch as she subverted her body to the side and away from their glancing blows.

It was clear from the way he moved that her Apprentice had no official training in the forms prior to now, but after their spar that would change. The lunge suggested a potential future with Makashi, but at this stage anything was possible. One thing that was certain? He would not outsmart her with her own form. Kära flinched back at the last moment and brought her blade up to defend against his own. Then she aimed a delicate little stab toward his neck, forcing up his guard. However should his blade lift she brought forth an old trick, disigniting the blade at the last moment to slip it down past his own, following through against his torso. The use of trákata was, admittedly, a little deceitful, but the boy before her clearly had no qualms with such.

Soon he would learn the error of his decisions.

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