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---DROMUND KAAS - 2nd MOON - SURFACE
In the looming distance Tormentous looked upon Dromund Kaas with a frown, he disliked being patient but here he was waiting on his loyal servant Warvanus, the War-Bringer and Crusader of the Red Cauldron. Warvanus had been tasked with either executing Kressara - or capturing her and bringing her to Tormentous. Along the twisted path of fate, Tormentous the ex-Dark Lord of the Sith had use for the incarcerated young woman for his son, the current Dark Lord of the Sith, Lord Blood, had been recently attacked by an unknown entity of which the Sith knew so precious little of. While in the same moment that Tormentous desired Blood to fall and be dashed upon the rocks - it was he that held that honor and no one was about to take it from him. So urgent was this desire that Tormentous wanted the would-be killers smote from this life in whatever way possible. Coinciding with Tormentous’ desire for more minions at his call, the one called Kressara Thyne would serve him well here - he wanted her to seek out the failed killers and make them pay dearly in so much as she could send a brutal message to others that would seek to harm the Sith hierarchy - this is what awaited you.
Warvanus was to escort Kressara and evaluate her in this dealing. So the twisted threads of the Sith wove in and out of common sense. It was truthfully a Sith Cult under the name of the Krath who had sent the assassin - be it under Warvanus’ command or the prior High Priest was yet unknown - but the skeins of fate had Kressara essentially hunting Warvanus and Warvanus sent to help Kressara hunt himself! Tormentous knew of the Krath surely enough, but he didn’t know the origins of the assassin.
In this interwoven mess, it was Tormentous that felt it necessary to ensure that Kressara was up to the task of hunting down these assassins and dealing with them in turn. To do this, he needed her to be more efficient, more knowledgeable, and more capable within the Dark Side of the Force. To do this, he needed an audience for his last efforts to contact her through telepathy had proven too much while he was still in a state of recovery.
As he stood out in the thin atmosphere of the moon, he spotted Warvanus’ YT-1300 coming in. Tormentous would be posing today as Jacobi Wylcott, for if Kressara knew Tormentous was even alive before he wanted the secret to be known the Blood could call the entire Sith Armada down on him and that would not do. He wore tan cargo pants, a black shirt and black vest. A belt with twin drop holsters on his thighs kept his pistols and a combat knife at the small of his back. Such was Jacobi’s - or Tormentous’ arrogance that this was all he deemed necessary to equip himself with even in the face of Sith. The lower portion of his face was covered by a mask, it was a rebreather to assist in the basic functions of life. Defining his face was a left eye bearing a stern look and a right eye that was milky white, ruined through and through by a terrible scar running through it. There was no joy in his face as he waited.
In time though the ‘Star’s Delight’ arrived and dispensed both Lord Warvanus and Kressara. She looked a bit worse for the weather, it looked like she’d put up a fight but even before that she was starved and well mistreated. Tormentous didn’t care for these attributes and as he eyed her up and down to gain her measure he wanted to chastise himself for putting faith in this twig. But while the villain in his soul stirred to put this wretch out of her misery, his eye fell on her and stared into her heart and he could feel the fire there. Just as before, he stopped himself from turning his back. She’d proven herself worthy already - it was time to put her through her paces. Mould her into a weapon, teach her to yearn for the power and knowledge he offered, lead her down the path of Darkness, embrace her not as a slave but as a willing Sith Warrior, grant her the chance Blood never had.
He nodded to her but also to himself, ‘Yes, she too will be mine,’ he mused to himself, ‘I could do worse, that’s for sure,’ he added once his tactical appraisal was finished and he checked her out as a woman and not a piece of machinery in the cog of evil. Sure to focus himself before she arrived within verbal distance he greeted first Warvanus, “Lord Warvanus,” He didn’t want to give off the notion that the War-Bringer worked for him just yet, they still needed Kressara’s allegiance or failing that the time necessary for Tormentous to come forth and subjugate her to his will whether she wanted it or not. For now, they played it carefully. “I’ll take it from here. May as well get yourself a drink, this may take some time.”
Looking to Kressara now who was likely confused by the situation, he led off finally to fill in the blanks. “I am Jacobi Wylcott, mercenary on Lord Blood’s payroll. Not long ago someone tried to off our Dark Lord. We’ve been given the task to track them down. I’ve got other pressing matters so my assistance will be limited. But I do have some knowledge to impart if you’d listen. Don’t worry about how I know, just know that Lord Blood pays me too know.”
“I don’t need to tell you that you’ll be coming across some significant threats, you’re Sith, this is what you guys do. I’m here to teach you how to better protect yourself against threats that are energy based.” It would take a leapt for Kressara to just go ahead and trust this strange man before her, but it was something she’d have to decide on her own. She needed only to blind herself to the circumstances and pay attention - for she would learn much if only her ears would receive him.
“Blasters, stun weapons, electrical conduits, these are but a few things we are talking about here. I’m going to show you how you can look beyond the basics - it isn’t just a blaster bolt or a charged rod coming to zap you - they are energy based weapons and the energy is a power that you may harness to enhance your own ability. With this technique, as you become more advanced in knowledge and experience, you’ll be able to do the exact same with Force based powers as well.”
“You must first slow yourself down, familiarize yourself with the weapon chosen.” He drew his pistol, a Westar 34, it was a nice piece and she didn’t need to assume its deadly nature. It was also sleek and shined to a polish of silver. “Feel through the Force, reach out and connect your consciousness with that of my own - do not stray from the intent lest you be distracted by things you need not know. Feel out the intent that I have - pulses of thought pattern moving to my hand and trigger finger. You must recognize this impulse as the moment your foe is about to fire.” He extended his arm to aim off to the side and he squeezed the trigger, then again and again in very slow methodical succession so that she could feel the indication of his intent. “Stay focused on this - now settle on the weapon itself and feel the action of the weapon. There will be a sharp energy build up and a release of concentrated energy. Follow the energy pulses, concentrate on how they feel for this is exactly the point of the lesson. Putting it all in action is a simple thing if you can keep track of a blaster bolt.” Again he aimed aside and fired several times to familiarize herself with now how his intent pulled the trigger and the trigger discharged focused energy to release a deadly bolt out of the barrel.
“Know that the Force surrounds the bolt. Study this energy, it is no different from the use you already have through the Force. Your sharp senses can feel out the energy field of each shot. Turn to yourself and compare the energy fields, in time you’ll feel them as the very same though they are in different forms from a bolt of plasma to your own body. There is no further difference and you must see this, feel the patterns of the Force’s current.” While he didn’t want to do this, he focused and sought her out through the Force, it cost him much effort in doing so and he risked Kressara sensing him this way, but he didn’t want to kill her despite his cold nature. He could feel her connection and this was where she needed to be. “As this energy field were to come close to your own, slow your mind and focus the power of the Force to your hands, immediately channel the current of the bolt to move with your own and either draw this energy into your own energy field - or push it away and deny it. Remember, the act of repelling or absorbing a blaster bolt is a simple thing, the difficulty comes in knowing when the shot is to come and where it was aimed.”
“Pay attention, Kressara!” He barked at her, “You hold your fate now in your hands.” In a swift motion he brought his blaster pistol up and around, pulling the trigger a single time and sending a blazing red bolt straight towards her heart. She would have to learn fast - or face the consequences.
Naturally blocking a fully powered blaster bolt was not an easy task. Once more she would have to prove her worth.
As the Crow Flies
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Kressara Thryn
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Re: As the Crow Flies
Everything hurt now. To be so suddenly active after a year of staying almost perfectly still was excruciating to say the least. Every muscle, tendon, nerve, and bone was sore and her blood felt as if it were made of lead whenever the adrenaline wasn’t pumping through it. Warvanous managed to wrangle the incarcerated sith onto his ship, giving her a moment’s rest. Heavy lids closed just for a moment…
And then the moment was gone. Kressara woke from a brief nap to the jaunting of the ship as it landed at their destination. She was led out of the bay doors and down the ramp onto the surface of the moon where some rando was waiting for them. Immediately her tired stance straightened, interest peaked. There was something strange about this whole situation. First someone spoke to her via telepathy, sent Warvanus who served under lord Blood to both test and collect her, and then this guy? Surely he wasn’t the one who spoke with her in the prison. He was dressed casually, no lightsaber, no sith attire…
And those eyes, they kept traveling up and down her body like he was sizing her up, or something far less professional. Kressara’s own gaze remained sharply fixed on his face. She was memorizing it, every detail, curve, scar, and pore. In doing so her intense glare might have seemed a bit brazen for someone so outmatched. The girl wasn’t armed, not anymore, and her appearance alone would at first glance cause most to overlook her as anything more useful than fodder. That was until one examined her as closely as Tormentous had from head to toe.
Platinum blonde hair draped heavily, messy from the conditions in which she was kept. It served as a testament to just how long and hard the young woman’s year had been. Tresses reached well past her lower back which were tattered with dead ends. Her face was youthful still despite the dirt smeared on her cheek and ghostly skin tone. Of course it was her eyes that stole the show. They held a fire and clarity which reflected the intelligence of the, albeit slightly unhinged, survivor. They were hazel, naturally golden by majority save for the inner iris and outer rims which were painted in variants of green. So the girl had such a pull to the darkside, but her eyes still shown the fall she had yet to take. As his sight wandered downwards he’d likely notice she wore the uniform of a sith operative. It was painfully clear that she stole it and it hung loosely off of a weakened body. She wasn’t entirely starved, however no amount of care given to a body so long kept within the spire could possibly maintain its vibrancy and healthy shape. Her stance however was imposing. Though smaller than him, Kressara made sure to stand like she was 8’ft high. Pride, vanity, and unwarranted calmness soaked every fiber of her being. If given the chance, oh how brilliant she could be.
“It’s a pleasure, I’m sure Mr. Wylcott.” Her voice sounded as if it somehow hadn’t come from the body it belonged to. It was neither deep nor shrill, and carried out the intentions of her words progressionaly and with calculation. Long gone were her days of shy speech, even in this situation. Already Kressara considered herself on the job, though she wasn’t entirely sure what it was she needed to do.
News of the attempt on Lord Blood’s life brought a quick frown to the girl’s features. Expressively she held nothing back. Many would say that Kressara was at first rather easy to read. She never took a mask, did not practice keeping a stern face to hide her thoughts, and generally hid nothing of herself. How then was she a traitor? Her loyalty to Blood was evident if even mentioning disquiet in his presence troubled her so.
Dulcet tones sounded again and her concern faded, this time with a devil’s grin to match the words she spoke. “Then we have some common ground, Jacobi. I may not be on a payroll to know things for my lord...but all the same, I do.” One warning. She flashed her loyalty to Blood like a calling card, and with the malice suddenly missing from her smile the girl continued, “So since it is my job, I will listen.”
With a nod she acknowledged her compliance to his teachings. Watching him like a hawk, Kressara hung on every word and focused on every movement. Nothing went unnoticed from the manner in which he phrased his sentences, to the way his hand reached for a firearm.
Kressara’s fearful cry still rang in her own ears as she slowly lowered a trembling hand. Smoke cleared from her skin, yet no burn to speak of marred the flesh. He scared her good, but that terror was short lived as the blonde let lose a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding, hissing at her own fear in the face of immediate peril. Her shoulder tingled, though nothing actually caused this sensation other than her own memory. Her first taste of a potentially deadly wound had been a nasty experience, one she did not aim to relive. The harshness of her seething stare eased off and soon enough Kressara’s rapid pulse dropped. In seconds she wore the facade of a calm, dutiful sith once again.
“So, you prefer practice to theory then do you?”
And then the moment was gone. Kressara woke from a brief nap to the jaunting of the ship as it landed at their destination. She was led out of the bay doors and down the ramp onto the surface of the moon where some rando was waiting for them. Immediately her tired stance straightened, interest peaked. There was something strange about this whole situation. First someone spoke to her via telepathy, sent Warvanus who served under lord Blood to both test and collect her, and then this guy? Surely he wasn’t the one who spoke with her in the prison. He was dressed casually, no lightsaber, no sith attire…
And those eyes, they kept traveling up and down her body like he was sizing her up, or something far less professional. Kressara’s own gaze remained sharply fixed on his face. She was memorizing it, every detail, curve, scar, and pore. In doing so her intense glare might have seemed a bit brazen for someone so outmatched. The girl wasn’t armed, not anymore, and her appearance alone would at first glance cause most to overlook her as anything more useful than fodder. That was until one examined her as closely as Tormentous had from head to toe.
Platinum blonde hair draped heavily, messy from the conditions in which she was kept. It served as a testament to just how long and hard the young woman’s year had been. Tresses reached well past her lower back which were tattered with dead ends. Her face was youthful still despite the dirt smeared on her cheek and ghostly skin tone. Of course it was her eyes that stole the show. They held a fire and clarity which reflected the intelligence of the, albeit slightly unhinged, survivor. They were hazel, naturally golden by majority save for the inner iris and outer rims which were painted in variants of green. So the girl had such a pull to the darkside, but her eyes still shown the fall she had yet to take. As his sight wandered downwards he’d likely notice she wore the uniform of a sith operative. It was painfully clear that she stole it and it hung loosely off of a weakened body. She wasn’t entirely starved, however no amount of care given to a body so long kept within the spire could possibly maintain its vibrancy and healthy shape. Her stance however was imposing. Though smaller than him, Kressara made sure to stand like she was 8’ft high. Pride, vanity, and unwarranted calmness soaked every fiber of her being. If given the chance, oh how brilliant she could be.
“It’s a pleasure, I’m sure Mr. Wylcott.” Her voice sounded as if it somehow hadn’t come from the body it belonged to. It was neither deep nor shrill, and carried out the intentions of her words progressionaly and with calculation. Long gone were her days of shy speech, even in this situation. Already Kressara considered herself on the job, though she wasn’t entirely sure what it was she needed to do.
News of the attempt on Lord Blood’s life brought a quick frown to the girl’s features. Expressively she held nothing back. Many would say that Kressara was at first rather easy to read. She never took a mask, did not practice keeping a stern face to hide her thoughts, and generally hid nothing of herself. How then was she a traitor? Her loyalty to Blood was evident if even mentioning disquiet in his presence troubled her so.
Dulcet tones sounded again and her concern faded, this time with a devil’s grin to match the words she spoke. “Then we have some common ground, Jacobi. I may not be on a payroll to know things for my lord...but all the same, I do.” One warning. She flashed her loyalty to Blood like a calling card, and with the malice suddenly missing from her smile the girl continued, “So since it is my job, I will listen.”
With a nod she acknowledged her compliance to his teachings. Watching him like a hawk, Kressara hung on every word and focused on every movement. Nothing went unnoticed from the manner in which he phrased his sentences, to the way his hand reached for a firearm.
App Beginning. Absorb/Scatter. 382/200 Word Count.
Kressara watched as Jacobi reached for his gun, and just as he instructed she opened her mind to the force and expanded her senses. She felt the energy flow around his hand as it’s movements shifted the force ever so minutely. Intent to fire was clear, and she was right. The man lifted his pistol and fired twice into the distance. Once quickly, and the second time more slowly so Kressara could feel out the moment his weapon discharged. She squinted slightly, discovering that it was more difficult than she imagined. The force was not so noticeable until the moment the trigger was pulled back, then WHAM! She sensed the raw energy of the blaster bolt scorching through the air. He wanted her to learn how to absorb or scatter those rounds? While she wanted to be skeptical, there was no time. Jacobi raised his weapon in her direction and shouted a warning.
“Wait!” Her distressed scream echoed throughout the open air.
This practice session didn’t have room for any mistakes. If she didn’t act fast and understand his teachings at a split second’s notice, she’d take a blaster bolt to the chest.
She could feel it now that her life depended on it. The force undulated around his hand with every little movement, even the pull of the trigger itself was made known to her. Then, red light. The bolt shot in her direction, it’s untapped energy burning the atmosphere and cutting through the force around them. Instinctually, Kressara lifted her hand palm first and called to the force with her mind. It responded instantaneously, bolstering at her will to disperse the energy hurling after her. The bolt reached her hand, Kressara sensed it’s makeup out with the force, and then exerted her will upon it. It acted with her instinct to break apart the bolt and before the shot could so much as nick her flesh, its energy scattered and dissipated into the force.
Kressara’s shaking hand was still outstretched when she realized it hadn’t pierced her body, a smile widening on her lips. She was beginning to understand the force more and more these days. It could enhance her senses, allow her to identify other force sensitives, and even scatter the energy of a blaster bolt! It was exhilarating.
App End.
Kressara’s fearful cry still rang in her own ears as she slowly lowered a trembling hand. Smoke cleared from her skin, yet no burn to speak of marred the flesh. He scared her good, but that terror was short lived as the blonde let lose a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding, hissing at her own fear in the face of immediate peril. Her shoulder tingled, though nothing actually caused this sensation other than her own memory. Her first taste of a potentially deadly wound had been a nasty experience, one she did not aim to relive. The harshness of her seething stare eased off and soon enough Kressara’s rapid pulse dropped. In seconds she wore the facade of a calm, dutiful sith once again.
“So, you prefer practice to theory then do you?”
There is a place that hurts the most, but will I go there? I cannot climb, it's far below. I have to fall there.
Just another anarchist sith assassin wishing she'd grown crops instead.
Just another anarchist sith assassin wishing she'd grown crops instead.
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Kell Sangros
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Re: As the Crow Flies
Warvanus had arrived on the moon and as he disembarked he gave a nod of greeting to Jacobi, he would go under the guise that he had used his services a few times in the past if prodded but inwardly , he knew exactly who and what he was. He gave a nod as he told him he would take over from here, he went back aboard his ship and grabbed himself a drink and came back down just in time to watch him further her training. Memories of the first time he had used that ability flooded to the War-Bringer’s consciousness back when he was a broken man named Kell Sangross. After the breakdown of the purpose of all this Warvanus spoke.
As he spoke he removed his mask, she knew who he was, there was no secret to hide here. Adding more information to the task that laid ahead “These would be assassins also made attempts on the lives of the Dark Council and myself, they are fanatics we were not able to get any information from them.”
When the mission was laid out, He took another gulp and watched as Jacobi taught her how to use the Force. It would have struck him odd a Manadlorian teaching on the Sith Arts but Warvanus knew the truth of it. When they had finished the attempt he spoke again
“I remember when I first learned how to absorb and dissipate energy “ he began as he showed one side of his face he moved some hair aside and on a portion of his face was a scar. “Back when Blood was still Slade Xandir he had decided to try to punish a neophyte Acolyte as he rained fire I dug deep, using every emotion in my arsenal, it was by this that I managed to save myself from being burned alive. “ He let the hair down but kept the mask off. His features were hardened even cold, he was no longer the brooding misplaced apprentice he was a Sith Lord battle hardened, a Master in his own right. He could feel her exhilaration. He took a gulp from his glass. He did not fancy himself more powerful than Blood, they were pretty evenly matched though Blood was more crafty, and had more connections,and that made him more powerful and why he was the reigning Dark Lord and now he would help her find the fanatics and bring the Dark Lord’s justice to them.
As he spoke he removed his mask, she knew who he was, there was no secret to hide here. Adding more information to the task that laid ahead “These would be assassins also made attempts on the lives of the Dark Council and myself, they are fanatics we were not able to get any information from them.”
When the mission was laid out, He took another gulp and watched as Jacobi taught her how to use the Force. It would have struck him odd a Manadlorian teaching on the Sith Arts but Warvanus knew the truth of it. When they had finished the attempt he spoke again
“I remember when I first learned how to absorb and dissipate energy “ he began as he showed one side of his face he moved some hair aside and on a portion of his face was a scar. “Back when Blood was still Slade Xandir he had decided to try to punish a neophyte Acolyte as he rained fire I dug deep, using every emotion in my arsenal, it was by this that I managed to save myself from being burned alive. “ He let the hair down but kept the mask off. His features were hardened even cold, he was no longer the brooding misplaced apprentice he was a Sith Lord battle hardened, a Master in his own right. He could feel her exhilaration. He took a gulp from his glass. He did not fancy himself more powerful than Blood, they were pretty evenly matched though Blood was more crafty, and had more connections,and that made him more powerful and why he was the reigning Dark Lord and now he would help her find the fanatics and bring the Dark Lord’s justice to them.
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Darth Warvanus
=The Warrior King=
=The War Bringer=-
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Darth Warvanus
=The Warrior King=
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Jacobi Wylcott
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Re: As the Crow Flies
He chuckled underneath the mask he wore, the gesture would be hard to notice save for the sharp eyed lady before him, “You have no idea.” He replied. Indeed practice versus theory was how one learned under Tormentous’ rule and it would be so again. But for now the need for guise and secrecy was more important than prideful whim and so he left the sentiment right there. She had shown him that not only could she listen to instruction but she didn’t let arrogance blind her, not to mention she also didn’t allow herself to judge the book by its cover and finally - she was very capable and that was exactly what Tormentous was looking for.
Without ceremony he holstered his pistol and approached her stopping within arm’s reach. He took out a scanner and without asking permission he ran the beam over her from head to toe, logging the specs and sending a signal back to his ship. He never explained himself of that action. Instead he just moved right along - they didn’t have time for the feel good niceties - this was business and they had a certain window with which he needed to teach her these things and then he needed to not only make himself scarce but they needed to get out of here too before Blood caught wind and started sniffing around the prison riot back on the surface of Dromund Kaas.
“The energy bolt that you’ve both dissipated and absorbed, through the Force you’ve been granted a small pool of energy - a boost if you will. This increase you’ve been given is temporary, you don’t get to keep it and over a short period of time it will vanish from your sphere of influence and you’ll be right back to square one. That doesn’t mean you must use it - that sort of mindset will have you looking for an excuse to utilize this energy and you’ll blind yourself to your surroundings - likely get shot for your trouble and believe me girl when I tell you - your Master doesn’t grant you the permission to get shot since that terminates your overall ability to operate effectively and if you risk the mission because you were stupid then there will be hell to pay.” Of course, Tormentous referred to himself as her Master - but she didn’t need to know that either and he left her to continue to assume she was following Blood’s will. Oh how wrong she was.
“But if the opportunity presents itself, you have a new reservoir with which to execute your abilities on a new level. This will be shown in due course - for now, you need to see the energy you’ve gathered, recognize it and finally harness it into a useable form.” He motioned that she was welcome to sit or remain standing as she pleased, there was no preference to him and he would reflect her stance to better instruct her. No doubt she was weary from her activities down on the planet below the moon, if she wished to sit then there was no issue with that. It’d help her concentrate on the task better without further distractions. Honestly he cared little so long as she consumed his teachings and presented forth a learned student for his observation and therefore deployment.
“Again we focus on your energy field. It is the beginning and the end of each lesson. Without the proper focus on your energy field - or your sphere of influence - you will have already failed the lesson and we’re all wasting our time here. So resume your focus and return yourself to the attention of the Force around you. The flowing current of your energy field is a pattern, the Force flows as the breeze would and it is more or less directional. You must tap into this flow and focus your mind to flow in unison - this effect will bring your conscious mind in tune with the Force that is within your own body and mind. This is the key to seeing what is truly within you.” Though he didn’t have to and though it risked questions, he followed right along with his own instruction and closed his eyes that he may focus his own will upon his own sphere which itself was turbulent and unseemly for the unnatural currents of Tormentous did not properly meld with the Force as it ought to. Regardless, he did so and once more he could feel the Dark Side calling to him.
He continued, “With your mind in concert focus with your sphere, look closely and seek out a foreign entity. It should be no more than a bright pulse of energy. This is what remains of the blaster bolt. Reach out with the Force and grasp this energy and with your will you must break it apart and transfer the concentration of energy into your given task - for this task you should focus that will upon the natural flow of the energy field surrounding you. In all - this familiarity with yourself and your sphere of influence will teach you better how to affect the Force within yourself as well as the unseen energies around you.”
Without ceremony he holstered his pistol and approached her stopping within arm’s reach. He took out a scanner and without asking permission he ran the beam over her from head to toe, logging the specs and sending a signal back to his ship. He never explained himself of that action. Instead he just moved right along - they didn’t have time for the feel good niceties - this was business and they had a certain window with which he needed to teach her these things and then he needed to not only make himself scarce but they needed to get out of here too before Blood caught wind and started sniffing around the prison riot back on the surface of Dromund Kaas.
“The energy bolt that you’ve both dissipated and absorbed, through the Force you’ve been granted a small pool of energy - a boost if you will. This increase you’ve been given is temporary, you don’t get to keep it and over a short period of time it will vanish from your sphere of influence and you’ll be right back to square one. That doesn’t mean you must use it - that sort of mindset will have you looking for an excuse to utilize this energy and you’ll blind yourself to your surroundings - likely get shot for your trouble and believe me girl when I tell you - your Master doesn’t grant you the permission to get shot since that terminates your overall ability to operate effectively and if you risk the mission because you were stupid then there will be hell to pay.” Of course, Tormentous referred to himself as her Master - but she didn’t need to know that either and he left her to continue to assume she was following Blood’s will. Oh how wrong she was.
“But if the opportunity presents itself, you have a new reservoir with which to execute your abilities on a new level. This will be shown in due course - for now, you need to see the energy you’ve gathered, recognize it and finally harness it into a useable form.” He motioned that she was welcome to sit or remain standing as she pleased, there was no preference to him and he would reflect her stance to better instruct her. No doubt she was weary from her activities down on the planet below the moon, if she wished to sit then there was no issue with that. It’d help her concentrate on the task better without further distractions. Honestly he cared little so long as she consumed his teachings and presented forth a learned student for his observation and therefore deployment.
“Again we focus on your energy field. It is the beginning and the end of each lesson. Without the proper focus on your energy field - or your sphere of influence - you will have already failed the lesson and we’re all wasting our time here. So resume your focus and return yourself to the attention of the Force around you. The flowing current of your energy field is a pattern, the Force flows as the breeze would and it is more or less directional. You must tap into this flow and focus your mind to flow in unison - this effect will bring your conscious mind in tune with the Force that is within your own body and mind. This is the key to seeing what is truly within you.” Though he didn’t have to and though it risked questions, he followed right along with his own instruction and closed his eyes that he may focus his own will upon his own sphere which itself was turbulent and unseemly for the unnatural currents of Tormentous did not properly meld with the Force as it ought to. Regardless, he did so and once more he could feel the Dark Side calling to him.
He continued, “With your mind in concert focus with your sphere, look closely and seek out a foreign entity. It should be no more than a bright pulse of energy. This is what remains of the blaster bolt. Reach out with the Force and grasp this energy and with your will you must break it apart and transfer the concentration of energy into your given task - for this task you should focus that will upon the natural flow of the energy field surrounding you. In all - this familiarity with yourself and your sphere of influence will teach you better how to affect the Force within yourself as well as the unseen energies around you.”
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Kressara Thryn
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Re: As the Crow Flies
There was a moment between them shared in which both the undercover Sith Lord and his skeptical observer were both genuinely amused. That little lesson could have ended very badly for Kressara, but she let it roll off with a sense of humor seeing as no one was actually hurt. Though she wore the title of a sith proudly and her duties to defend her lord were top priority in spite of what he actually did to her in retaliation of a mistake, the girl was no more easy to anger than a brick wall were to give way to a feather. In battle her volatile disposition shined as something she honed over time, but in moments like these her relaxed default nature allowed her to roll with the punches. For that reason she was able to read a room, notice finer details, and even appear to be quite harmless.
A mask came off and Kressara’s gaze was drawn to Warvanus. He’d changed a good bit. The scar he showed her was a nasty one too. Maybe if she’d been there…
Jacobi approached her while her thoughts were elsewhere, lifting a device to scan her body. Kressara’s attention snapped back to him as if she might go so far as to swat the scanner away. Instead, she just observed. It was his job to know things wasn’t it? Well, she wouldn’t deny him knowledge about herself then. Nothing about her would serve against her best interests if it fell into the wrong hands. Physically she had no more weaknesses than the average human woman. She had no history to hide from him either that could be dredged up with a background search, at least nothing that both of the men on the moon with her didn’t already know. So she crossed her arms and relaxed when next the mandalorian spoke. His words were a bit peculiar for a mercenary.
“I don’t have permission to be shot? No, I should think I don’t. Still, my missions will be completed as my lord sees fit, with or without a few holes blasted through me. And yes, before I am scolded for being too confident in this like a green initiate, I am aware that the objective is not to obtain detrimental amounts of bodily harm...but the threat of it doesn’t stop me. I spent a year in THAT glorified morgue of a prison…” She motioned to the planet below. “...for failing him once. There is nothing I won’t do to ensure history does not repeat itself. I will avoid or catch bullets for lord Blood as I see fit.”
Terrifying resolve moved this girl. Would it be enough? Was it truly wise to use her for his own will unknowingly? The lesson resumed and thoughts of distrust left her be in the meantime. Sore legs held Kressara up, though even her will would not be strong enough to resist an offer to rest them. Without losing eye contact she dropped to the ground and sat with her legs tucked beneath her. She let his words sink in and put aside the ideas whirling around in her head of betrayal, conspiracies, and finding the culprit who attacked her lord. Jacobi in turn began to act out his teachings by tapping into the force and she seemed none the wiser for it…
Kressara opened her eyes to find Jacobi still watching her. Slowly the haze of deep meditation cleared and a more present look came about her again. The force had a remarkable way of calming and grounding Kressara. When she let herself vanish into it as if drifting off into a waking dream, that unhinged feeling that radiated deep within her core was soothed. It might give Jacobi and Warvanus a bit of insight about her that of which even Kressara was not aware of. Something beneath her skin wasn’t entirely in working order, like jammed gears in a machine that somehow still functioned at half capacity. It was something in her heart that when eased by the forgetfulness of meditation and sleep, allowed Kressara to see even more clearly than usual. Whatever it was, Kressara herself seemed blind to it.
“Mr. Wylcott.” Her sharp tone would come as a sudden shift in mood, the blatant smile on her lips widening like a Cheshire cat’s grin.
“I must thank you for your time, surely it is valuable...given that lord Blood will no doubt wonder where his servant has wandered to. Does he know that you have asked for my assistance? Of his approval, you’ve been rather silent.” Accusatory, she kept seated. This game was only just beginning. “That’s a silly question isn’t it? Of course he approves. Why else would his loyal follower and mercenary so gifted in the force waste their time testing my worth if it were not for his well being?” Her gaze shifted to Warvanus only for a moment before landing like twin embers on Jacobi. “You realize that I am not entirely trusted by my lord after my crimes, in fact, he meant to free me just before you sent a warden to prove my worth.” She let the word warden hang on her tongue as a deliberate warning that she was paying attention to every little detail. “Whether you want my help still or not, I’ll be finding the assassins who have so foolishly sought to undo my lord’s reign. You have my word on pain of death, dear sir, that not a single one of them will go unnoticed.”
She shifted to a more comfortable position, stretching out her legs and leaning with her hand on the dirt. “But now I must ask, how does a man like yourself know the force so well? Your presence is a strong one, and not for lack of intentional strengthening. The difference between yourself and an untrained potential is night and day. As for my task, I will require data, evidence, and unlimited access to a ship which may take me to any potential culprits...but please arm the ship with a pilot and a backup pilot droid.” The reason why was not so easily hidden, and given her callsign it might even be humorous. “I hate flying.”
A mask came off and Kressara’s gaze was drawn to Warvanus. He’d changed a good bit. The scar he showed her was a nasty one too. Maybe if she’d been there…
Jacobi approached her while her thoughts were elsewhere, lifting a device to scan her body. Kressara’s attention snapped back to him as if she might go so far as to swat the scanner away. Instead, she just observed. It was his job to know things wasn’t it? Well, she wouldn’t deny him knowledge about herself then. Nothing about her would serve against her best interests if it fell into the wrong hands. Physically she had no more weaknesses than the average human woman. She had no history to hide from him either that could be dredged up with a background search, at least nothing that both of the men on the moon with her didn’t already know. So she crossed her arms and relaxed when next the mandalorian spoke. His words were a bit peculiar for a mercenary.
“I don’t have permission to be shot? No, I should think I don’t. Still, my missions will be completed as my lord sees fit, with or without a few holes blasted through me. And yes, before I am scolded for being too confident in this like a green initiate, I am aware that the objective is not to obtain detrimental amounts of bodily harm...but the threat of it doesn’t stop me. I spent a year in THAT glorified morgue of a prison…” She motioned to the planet below. “...for failing him once. There is nothing I won’t do to ensure history does not repeat itself. I will avoid or catch bullets for lord Blood as I see fit.”
Terrifying resolve moved this girl. Would it be enough? Was it truly wise to use her for his own will unknowingly? The lesson resumed and thoughts of distrust left her be in the meantime. Sore legs held Kressara up, though even her will would not be strong enough to resist an offer to rest them. Without losing eye contact she dropped to the ground and sat with her legs tucked beneath her. She let his words sink in and put aside the ideas whirling around in her head of betrayal, conspiracies, and finding the culprit who attacked her lord. Jacobi in turn began to act out his teachings by tapping into the force and she seemed none the wiser for it…
App Beginning. 455 /300 word count.
She tried her best to focus on the task at hand. Sense the force, grow closer to it, experience it’s flow through her...Jacobi made it look so easy, and surely it could be if she tapped into it the way he had. When it came down to practice versus theory however, Kressara just couldn’t maintain a strong enough focus with the mandalorian who shot at her sitting so close. Her concentration broke, but not for long. With a deep breath she tried once more, this time letting his presence slip her mind and putting her trust in the force.
Kressara let the dusty moon fade into the background as she closed her eyes to meditate. Once more she looked upon the world through her connection to the force rather than with her physical eyes. Around her body the ecosystem of the moon came to life. She could sense the force flowing in and out of every living thing from her training companion, the sith that watched, the insects that burrow beneath the ground on which they sat, to the deep reservoirs of water which fed the moon like blood to the heart. It existed in and around every aspect, opening her mind to the very greatness of its power. Comfort washed over her like a flood and before she knew what she was doing, Kressara let her hands drop to the ground and dug her fingertips into the dirt. Energy atop the ground bent with her movements, twisting around her fingers as she raked the dry earth. Her mind’s eyes traveled along those ripples in the force to the signature left behind by the discharged blaster. Residue of its energy remained in the air like smoke between herself and Jacobi.
A peaceful smirk played across her features when Kressara lifted her hand to touch the residual energy. A noticeable shiver trailed down her arm to the base of her spine, followed by a barely audible giggle. She saw how it affected her own presence in the force, causing her aura to dance as it dissipated back into the natural flow of things. A revelation hit her that all life was so connected to the force. Jacobi, Warvanus, and herself were all just energy in the form of living people which one day would fade away back into the force that likely gave them life to begin with. Heartbeats came far more slowly as the living force around her seemed to accept what energy she brought into its omnipresence.
Living beings possessed energy, and energy existed within the force, and thus, the force existed within living beings. For so long as it lived, so would she. So would they all...
And that was breathtakingly lovely.
End App.
Kressara opened her eyes to find Jacobi still watching her. Slowly the haze of deep meditation cleared and a more present look came about her again. The force had a remarkable way of calming and grounding Kressara. When she let herself vanish into it as if drifting off into a waking dream, that unhinged feeling that radiated deep within her core was soothed. It might give Jacobi and Warvanus a bit of insight about her that of which even Kressara was not aware of. Something beneath her skin wasn’t entirely in working order, like jammed gears in a machine that somehow still functioned at half capacity. It was something in her heart that when eased by the forgetfulness of meditation and sleep, allowed Kressara to see even more clearly than usual. Whatever it was, Kressara herself seemed blind to it.
“Mr. Wylcott.” Her sharp tone would come as a sudden shift in mood, the blatant smile on her lips widening like a Cheshire cat’s grin.
“I must thank you for your time, surely it is valuable...given that lord Blood will no doubt wonder where his servant has wandered to. Does he know that you have asked for my assistance? Of his approval, you’ve been rather silent.” Accusatory, she kept seated. This game was only just beginning. “That’s a silly question isn’t it? Of course he approves. Why else would his loyal follower and mercenary so gifted in the force waste their time testing my worth if it were not for his well being?” Her gaze shifted to Warvanus only for a moment before landing like twin embers on Jacobi. “You realize that I am not entirely trusted by my lord after my crimes, in fact, he meant to free me just before you sent a warden to prove my worth.” She let the word warden hang on her tongue as a deliberate warning that she was paying attention to every little detail. “Whether you want my help still or not, I’ll be finding the assassins who have so foolishly sought to undo my lord’s reign. You have my word on pain of death, dear sir, that not a single one of them will go unnoticed.”
She shifted to a more comfortable position, stretching out her legs and leaning with her hand on the dirt. “But now I must ask, how does a man like yourself know the force so well? Your presence is a strong one, and not for lack of intentional strengthening. The difference between yourself and an untrained potential is night and day. As for my task, I will require data, evidence, and unlimited access to a ship which may take me to any potential culprits...but please arm the ship with a pilot and a backup pilot droid.” The reason why was not so easily hidden, and given her callsign it might even be humorous. “I hate flying.”
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Jacobi Wylcott
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Re: As the Crow Flies
Her golden gaze fell on him finally and they glistened in the starlight. As she learned of the Force it seemed to make her glow - Kressara had a good heart - he began to wonder why she was in such sour company. In the depth of Tormentous soul the Mandalorian that he masqueraded as stirred, Jacobi clearly didn’t like the idea of Kressara being anywhere near Tormentous for he was such a corruptive individual and he feared that the Dark One would use her for his own gains until there came a time when she would fall into Darkness too. To him it was wrong, just as Kita, Kressara too was being dragged through the mud and he cried out against Tormentous’ will - the silent cry in his head irked the ex-Dark Lord while he listened to her voice in a muffled tone.
It appeared the pretty little young lady was getting some cute ideas - using her words to draw him out. He sneered underneath his mask, suddenly thankful that it hid his emotions lest he stick his tongue out at her. ‘I don’t think so.’ He mused to himself. “No thanks are necessary mi’lady.” He snapped back with a courteous nod. “In any case, Lord Blood pays me well and I aim to deliver.” But he shook his head, “Lord Blood is not fully aware of my acquisition or your talents. He allows a measure of autonomy so that when and where I may operate remains clandestine. It also allows swift execution of his enemies that I needn’t directly contact him for every move I make in his name.”
“Lord Blood approves of my actions and he is ultimately pleased with them as well.” He flatly stated in an arrogant tone. “Otherwise, we’d not be having this conversation. I’d likely be in a prison somewhere, and you my dear would still be on the Spire.” He tried to keep the bitter truth from his voice in that moment - interim prison en route to the executioner’s block was exactly where Blood had intended Tormentous to be. Thankfully though his mask not only slightly made his voice muffled but it came out metallic, it would hide his bitterness from all but the most attentive of sleuths.
“I do realize you are not trusted by our lord.” He corrected her, “Though our lord is fickle in these dark times and his trust is not so easily met out. Even I lack his full embrace. Hence why Lord Warvanus is here, to evaluate my efforts and in turn I to him. Though we do not question Lord Blood, if this is his will then so be it. I am paid either way and Lord Warvanus remains in the good graces of the King of Dragons, aye.” He ignored her mention of the warden, letting it bury itself in the sand right where she left it, he would not rise to the bait. “I sent no warden. I was only in concert with Lord Warvanus to extract you from that shrak hole.” He sneered again, ‘Nice try.’
He finally shook his head though. ‘I don’t need your word, just another body to throw to the wolves if I need it.’ “Thank you for that, we shall hunt them all down and make sure we take a head count back to Moraband.” ‘I won’t let you hurt her either!’ Tormentous ground his teeth as the war raged in his mind. Always on the edge, always he was in conflict. As time went on Tormentous continued to grow in strength, eventually Jacobi would be suppressed once more, that time could come soon enough for the Dark One.
Blinking hard at her, he realized she’d just questioned his position. He simply shook his head, “I’m just an accident. The Force’s cruel mistake. I know much, but I cannot touch the Force as you can.” He lifted his hands to show his belt line, there was no lightsaber there. “It’s why I never became like you.”
Nodding, he answered the next bit. “Lord Warvanus will tend to your ship for now.” He shrugged, “If you come back alive, which I hope you do, then we’ll go about setting you up with personal equipment, a ship and the like. For now,” he paused and turned to the side showing the ramp of his ship where one of his own droids had dropped down a small crate while they were busy with their lessons. Tormentous motioned for her to follow and when he arrived he popped the crate open to view a few items and the result of his intrusive scan earlier.
A black bodyglove to suit her better than those pilfered rags, properly fitting combat boots, gloves, a rebreather, a headset with built in commlink, and a belt with several utility pouches. In the crate was an assortment of tools she could intern into the belt. Also there was a small selection of weapons from blasters to vibroblades and a few more interesting pieces of gear. “For you.” He stated, his voice this time not so harsh, almost genuine.
It appeared the pretty little young lady was getting some cute ideas - using her words to draw him out. He sneered underneath his mask, suddenly thankful that it hid his emotions lest he stick his tongue out at her. ‘I don’t think so.’ He mused to himself. “No thanks are necessary mi’lady.” He snapped back with a courteous nod. “In any case, Lord Blood pays me well and I aim to deliver.” But he shook his head, “Lord Blood is not fully aware of my acquisition or your talents. He allows a measure of autonomy so that when and where I may operate remains clandestine. It also allows swift execution of his enemies that I needn’t directly contact him for every move I make in his name.”
“Lord Blood approves of my actions and he is ultimately pleased with them as well.” He flatly stated in an arrogant tone. “Otherwise, we’d not be having this conversation. I’d likely be in a prison somewhere, and you my dear would still be on the Spire.” He tried to keep the bitter truth from his voice in that moment - interim prison en route to the executioner’s block was exactly where Blood had intended Tormentous to be. Thankfully though his mask not only slightly made his voice muffled but it came out metallic, it would hide his bitterness from all but the most attentive of sleuths.
“I do realize you are not trusted by our lord.” He corrected her, “Though our lord is fickle in these dark times and his trust is not so easily met out. Even I lack his full embrace. Hence why Lord Warvanus is here, to evaluate my efforts and in turn I to him. Though we do not question Lord Blood, if this is his will then so be it. I am paid either way and Lord Warvanus remains in the good graces of the King of Dragons, aye.” He ignored her mention of the warden, letting it bury itself in the sand right where she left it, he would not rise to the bait. “I sent no warden. I was only in concert with Lord Warvanus to extract you from that shrak hole.” He sneered again, ‘Nice try.’
He finally shook his head though. ‘I don’t need your word, just another body to throw to the wolves if I need it.’ “Thank you for that, we shall hunt them all down and make sure we take a head count back to Moraband.” ‘I won’t let you hurt her either!’ Tormentous ground his teeth as the war raged in his mind. Always on the edge, always he was in conflict. As time went on Tormentous continued to grow in strength, eventually Jacobi would be suppressed once more, that time could come soon enough for the Dark One.
Blinking hard at her, he realized she’d just questioned his position. He simply shook his head, “I’m just an accident. The Force’s cruel mistake. I know much, but I cannot touch the Force as you can.” He lifted his hands to show his belt line, there was no lightsaber there. “It’s why I never became like you.”
Nodding, he answered the next bit. “Lord Warvanus will tend to your ship for now.” He shrugged, “If you come back alive, which I hope you do, then we’ll go about setting you up with personal equipment, a ship and the like. For now,” he paused and turned to the side showing the ramp of his ship where one of his own droids had dropped down a small crate while they were busy with their lessons. Tormentous motioned for her to follow and when he arrived he popped the crate open to view a few items and the result of his intrusive scan earlier.
A black bodyglove to suit her better than those pilfered rags, properly fitting combat boots, gloves, a rebreather, a headset with built in commlink, and a belt with several utility pouches. In the crate was an assortment of tools she could intern into the belt. Also there was a small selection of weapons from blasters to vibroblades and a few more interesting pieces of gear. “For you.” He stated, his voice this time not so harsh, almost genuine.
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Kressara Thryn
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Re: As the Crow Flies
So lord Blood wasn’t aware of them after all. Straight from the horse’s mouth, Jacobi admitted what she was quite already sure of. Still, he claimed that her lord approved of his actions regardless. First instinct would be to flash him a wicked smile and boldly announce, Well, then you shouldn’t mind if I inform my lord as to my whereabouts then… but any bluff so easily given away wouldn’t be worth the trouble. Instead she merely shrugged it off and pretended to think nothing more of it. They were up to something. She need only discover what. That meant some amount of trust must be established.
“Very well then, I should see no reason to disturb the order of things if this system works for you and my lord. Forgive me for questioning. I take his approval very seriously, if you can believe it or not.” Her snicker was genuine as she motioned to the prison once again. It might seem like the whole predicament didn’t even bother her, though had Lord Blood been standing there instead of Jacobi, Kressara might just be on one knee, showing full remorse, and speaking with far more decorum. It did her no good to be a sorry mess in front of others. Best keep that sore spot tucked away for now. “Ah, my mistake then. Perhaps I will get to personally thank the messenger some other time, should he show himself. If you cannot touch the force like a proper sith then it couldn’t have been you at all.” Which brought her to a rather serious place in their conversation. The unlying snark left her tone for once which made her sound quite sure of herself when she added, “and that I assure you, Mr. Wylcott is not a mistake. I do not believe the force was cruel when it made itself known to you. Some beasts walk and some beasts fly, but we all have our purposes for being.” In her weird way, she was trying to share some measure of comforting wisdom with the guy in case she was imagining things and nothing at all was actually out of place. The thought of someone thinking they were a mistake didn’t sit well with her.
Jacobi motioned to a crate that to his temporary student, appeared to have come from nowhere. Curiosity peaked and the girl followed after the mandalorian with a quizzical look soon shifting to a warm smile. “That’s generous of you, or whoever paid you to be so generous. Lessons and a new outfit. Even after being thrown about like a rag doll and punched by a few guards, I can’t complain about the day.” Hazel vision turned on Warvanus with a jesting wink. The crow was content with the idea of getting into something which wouldn’t remind her of the spire.
“Pardon me.” She took up the change in clothes and excused herself back to Warvanus’s ship, certain neither would follow her as it seemed she had free reign once more. There she found the cargo hold and shut the door behind her. Several minutes later Kressara re-emerged dressed in the black suit, looking something like the sith she once was. It fit her just fine in that it hugged her body for unhindered mobility, ad the belt sat on her waist a bit better than her old clothing might rest on her frame now. One strong gust of wind could blow her away by the looks of it. There was still a bit to be done about her hair. Not only was it still a complete mess, but her bangs fell into her face with every movement to which she’d become accustomed. There was one good thing to be said about her though. She wasn’t as rough as she could be and in no time at all her health should return should Blood see fit to allow it.
When it came time to choose a weapon she felt most comfortable with, Kressara didn’t hesitate to take up the vibroblade. Muscles remembered well how to hold the weapon with sophistication. Soon she could replace it with a lightsaber of her own when time allowed. “It’s been a while...I was beginning to forget myself I think.”
“Very well then, I should see no reason to disturb the order of things if this system works for you and my lord. Forgive me for questioning. I take his approval very seriously, if you can believe it or not.” Her snicker was genuine as she motioned to the prison once again. It might seem like the whole predicament didn’t even bother her, though had Lord Blood been standing there instead of Jacobi, Kressara might just be on one knee, showing full remorse, and speaking with far more decorum. It did her no good to be a sorry mess in front of others. Best keep that sore spot tucked away for now. “Ah, my mistake then. Perhaps I will get to personally thank the messenger some other time, should he show himself. If you cannot touch the force like a proper sith then it couldn’t have been you at all.” Which brought her to a rather serious place in their conversation. The unlying snark left her tone for once which made her sound quite sure of herself when she added, “and that I assure you, Mr. Wylcott is not a mistake. I do not believe the force was cruel when it made itself known to you. Some beasts walk and some beasts fly, but we all have our purposes for being.” In her weird way, she was trying to share some measure of comforting wisdom with the guy in case she was imagining things and nothing at all was actually out of place. The thought of someone thinking they were a mistake didn’t sit well with her.
Jacobi motioned to a crate that to his temporary student, appeared to have come from nowhere. Curiosity peaked and the girl followed after the mandalorian with a quizzical look soon shifting to a warm smile. “That’s generous of you, or whoever paid you to be so generous. Lessons and a new outfit. Even after being thrown about like a rag doll and punched by a few guards, I can’t complain about the day.” Hazel vision turned on Warvanus with a jesting wink. The crow was content with the idea of getting into something which wouldn’t remind her of the spire.
“Pardon me.” She took up the change in clothes and excused herself back to Warvanus’s ship, certain neither would follow her as it seemed she had free reign once more. There she found the cargo hold and shut the door behind her. Several minutes later Kressara re-emerged dressed in the black suit, looking something like the sith she once was. It fit her just fine in that it hugged her body for unhindered mobility, ad the belt sat on her waist a bit better than her old clothing might rest on her frame now. One strong gust of wind could blow her away by the looks of it. There was still a bit to be done about her hair. Not only was it still a complete mess, but her bangs fell into her face with every movement to which she’d become accustomed. There was one good thing to be said about her though. She wasn’t as rough as she could be and in no time at all her health should return should Blood see fit to allow it.
When it came time to choose a weapon she felt most comfortable with, Kressara didn’t hesitate to take up the vibroblade. Muscles remembered well how to hold the weapon with sophistication. Soon she could replace it with a lightsaber of her own when time allowed. “It’s been a while...I was beginning to forget myself I think.”
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Jacobi Wylcott
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Re: As the Crow Flies
Having to court people and utilize his charisma instead of just crushing their hopes and dreams and forcing them into subjugation was difficult for him. Not impossible as he was displaying right now but it wasn’t easy as Tormentous didn’t have much in the way of patience. Alas, he wove his best with a smile and it seemed that this Sith Acolyte had agreed to his ways. Granted under the guise of another arrangement entirely of which he didn’t quite care to mention but in the end it would be made true and Blood would be forced to serve him - or die. This woman seemed miniscule right now but in time her worth would be valuable indeed, he didn’t want to throw her away on the whims of mistrust and lies. He’d already spoke enough of the twisted truth, and those he did weave were delicately placed just to move the little ruse along - he had yet to spin anything too deep that she wouldn’t likely get over later.
She was obviously devoted to the Dragon King and for that Tormentous didn’t find fault, he appreciated that kind of loyalty - her values were a precious thing and he didn’t want to damage them. Not only this, but if he spun lies after lies then when she found out she’d lose all faith and trust. If that occurred then he couldn’t teach her to become more powerful - she wouldn’t believe him and his words would fall away from her like ash. No, even though he wove a tail to get her allegiance for now, he invested himself in gaining her trust for later. He took a care with Kressara to not push her away when he’d need her most.
It was true when he’d mentioned he couldn’t touch the Force like a proper Sith. His unreliable connection caused him much grief when he tried to access the Dark Side and it caused much strain. Where a Sith could use mundane powers by second nature, he had to focus and fully concentrate at the task. In a way it was humiliating and he was eating that humble pie by the handful. At the memory of the Wall of Light his teeth began to grind with his rising level of annoyance. But he also truly believed that he was not meant to be - at least the version of Tormentous. A man found dead, ripped back to reality and tethered to life through Sith Sorcery - it had created a monster - it had created Tormentous and such a being was not natural. Some that had sensed him had seen him as a cancer to the Force - a vile thing that ate and destroyed the natural flow of things.
Ultimately he just nodded, he wasn’t about to argue here. This was not the time or place for it. But he flatly disagreed with her - Tormentous had no true purpose in the grand scheme. He tore from life what he wanted and he gave nothing back. He subjugated populations and exterminated others on the whim of his sword. Millions dead, millions more enslaved, all to his name. No - Tormentous was a hideous being that was absolutely a cruel mistake of science and sorcery.
Accepting the clothing and gear she turned away and marched back to Warvanus’ ship to sort things out. Upon her return she was far more admirable than she had been in those baggy stolen fatigues. While he didn’t gawk like some pathetic hound, his raised eyebrow was indicative enough. Even though she was still a mess, Kressara looked like she cleaned up nice when properly equipped. And she was well equipped indeed.
Her choice of weapons was simple enough and he nodded to her approvingly, a good vibroblade was all a Sith Assassin needed to do her job. She held the sword in a firm grip, she was experienced with weapons of this type - or so he appraised her to be as he viewed the subtleties of her body language when accepting the weapon.
“You’ll have plenty of time to remember.” He stated, his eye falling to her piercing gaze, he liked this one’s fire and sharp mind. He had a feeling she didn’t fully believe his explanations earlier, but for now this would have to do. “With assassins on the loose, you’ll have your hands busy tracking them down.” He moved to his ship and hopped onto the ramp, turning to face Kressara one last time, “Take care, and if you survive, we’ll meet again.” Tormentous growled at Jacobi’s kind sentiment, to him it was a waste of breath, to him either she would live or die it made little difference - if she lived then she was worthy of his time, if not then another pathetic and weak Sith was culled from the rightful ranks of the strong. It seemed the Mandalorian in him desired strength in her wellbeing and a sure promise of tomorrow. Frakking Jacobi! Humanizing these insects when they shouldn’t have even been standing in his presence. Tormentous’ eye upon Kressara began to narrow into a glare as he thought these vile things about her.
He had to fight to pry his mind out of Jacobi’s hands and he looked at Warvanus, “Lord Warvanus, we’re done here. Give my regards to your Master.”
“Lord Blood needs some specific holocrons found for his collection and I’ve already tarried here too long.”
She was obviously devoted to the Dragon King and for that Tormentous didn’t find fault, he appreciated that kind of loyalty - her values were a precious thing and he didn’t want to damage them. Not only this, but if he spun lies after lies then when she found out she’d lose all faith and trust. If that occurred then he couldn’t teach her to become more powerful - she wouldn’t believe him and his words would fall away from her like ash. No, even though he wove a tail to get her allegiance for now, he invested himself in gaining her trust for later. He took a care with Kressara to not push her away when he’d need her most.
It was true when he’d mentioned he couldn’t touch the Force like a proper Sith. His unreliable connection caused him much grief when he tried to access the Dark Side and it caused much strain. Where a Sith could use mundane powers by second nature, he had to focus and fully concentrate at the task. In a way it was humiliating and he was eating that humble pie by the handful. At the memory of the Wall of Light his teeth began to grind with his rising level of annoyance. But he also truly believed that he was not meant to be - at least the version of Tormentous. A man found dead, ripped back to reality and tethered to life through Sith Sorcery - it had created a monster - it had created Tormentous and such a being was not natural. Some that had sensed him had seen him as a cancer to the Force - a vile thing that ate and destroyed the natural flow of things.
Ultimately he just nodded, he wasn’t about to argue here. This was not the time or place for it. But he flatly disagreed with her - Tormentous had no true purpose in the grand scheme. He tore from life what he wanted and he gave nothing back. He subjugated populations and exterminated others on the whim of his sword. Millions dead, millions more enslaved, all to his name. No - Tormentous was a hideous being that was absolutely a cruel mistake of science and sorcery.
Accepting the clothing and gear she turned away and marched back to Warvanus’ ship to sort things out. Upon her return she was far more admirable than she had been in those baggy stolen fatigues. While he didn’t gawk like some pathetic hound, his raised eyebrow was indicative enough. Even though she was still a mess, Kressara looked like she cleaned up nice when properly equipped. And she was well equipped indeed.
Her choice of weapons was simple enough and he nodded to her approvingly, a good vibroblade was all a Sith Assassin needed to do her job. She held the sword in a firm grip, she was experienced with weapons of this type - or so he appraised her to be as he viewed the subtleties of her body language when accepting the weapon.
“You’ll have plenty of time to remember.” He stated, his eye falling to her piercing gaze, he liked this one’s fire and sharp mind. He had a feeling she didn’t fully believe his explanations earlier, but for now this would have to do. “With assassins on the loose, you’ll have your hands busy tracking them down.” He moved to his ship and hopped onto the ramp, turning to face Kressara one last time, “Take care, and if you survive, we’ll meet again.” Tormentous growled at Jacobi’s kind sentiment, to him it was a waste of breath, to him either she would live or die it made little difference - if she lived then she was worthy of his time, if not then another pathetic and weak Sith was culled from the rightful ranks of the strong. It seemed the Mandalorian in him desired strength in her wellbeing and a sure promise of tomorrow. Frakking Jacobi! Humanizing these insects when they shouldn’t have even been standing in his presence. Tormentous’ eye upon Kressara began to narrow into a glare as he thought these vile things about her.
He had to fight to pry his mind out of Jacobi’s hands and he looked at Warvanus, “Lord Warvanus, we’re done here. Give my regards to your Master.”
“Lord Blood needs some specific holocrons found for his collection and I’ve already tarried here too long.”