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Posted: **Thu Mar 29, 2018 7:52 am**

[continued from here]

Rahab went with Fiona, the graceful Omwati woman, to her new residence on Sojourn. The walk from the reception area to Villa four was a pleasant one. The moon continued to hold Rahab’s initial impression and she didn’t dislike Fiona’s company. The Sith in-training knew it was this woman’s job to be hospitable and kind, but she appreciated it, nevertheless. She was too tired to make much conversation with the other woman and responded mainly with various tones of “Hm.”

After Fiona had shown Rahab, who could not believe the amount of space she was being given to live in, around, she thanked her and bid the manger a good rest as well. It was still mid-day and Rahab, embarrassed, was fairly certain she could never face Fiona again.

Rahab had never seen a dormitory before, schooling just wasn’t something done for children born into her caste. Her siblings were sent to schools. She wondered if their living quarters were comparable to this as she explored the sprawling space. She doubted their dorms had been as large as this. The first main room easily had enough space to fit her living area with her Master Dastan, and all of the bedrooms she had ever had at once.

And while she was very tired, she was not too tired to explore behind every door and look in every cabinet. This amount of space was absurd. She didn’t bring much with her. All she had packed was a spare set of days clothes, some sleeping wear, a few emergency cosmetic and her very valuable possessions that she had an irrational fear that she would lose if she didn’t bring them along with her on this mission to see Lord Blood. Next time she was on the Merciless, she would have to gather the rest of her things.

That had reminded her that she had yet to report back to her Dark Lord. She did so, sending a message over the comm-device she had took with her; stating that her quest had been completed, as his will had dictated. She didn’t receive a response but was unbothered by this, assuming that he already knew. Rahab placed the communication device on the strange small cabinet besides the bed (the concept of a nightstand was foreign to her) and unpacked what little things she owned.

She found space in the fully stocked clothing storage for her own clothes. Then she carefully arranged her rosary on top the surface of a vanity table. She went down the stairs to put the chess board she had bought earlier that day on a center table in a large living room. And then went back upstairs to shelved her personal care supplies in the bathroom closest to the bedroom. Under a few pillows, she tucked, kissing it before doing so, a crystal rock that was carved like a fish and covered in a web of cracks. The bed had more than enough room for her so she separated the space in her mind. This is her space, this is my space; and finally she carefully tucked the silk scrolls, most of which were from her lost lover, between the layers of the bed but not before reading through them first. It had been a while since she last read them. Rahab knew what she was doing was just making her feel worse.

After she finished, she started to get ready to sleep. In the bathroom, which she thought was much too nice and much too big for her, she scrubbed herself raw and cried. She barely had the energy to change into her night things before she crumpled into the bed, that was also much too big for her and much too nice for her. Rahab cried. She fell asleep and dreamt of nothing.

When she awoke, she had no idea what time it was and no desire to get out of bed. Rahab was still feeling the same sort of heaviness that had fallen upon her the day before, and while she slept it had settled upon her completely. Reluctantly, she got herself out of bed and got ready for the new day. Rahab did the same thing morning that she did every morning; she scrubbed herself until her skin hurt, she braided her hair which was something she could do with her eyes shut but this morning something was amiss, and the end product was less than perfect. She made a mental note to put a veil on before leaving the manor but forgot by the time she was ready to leave.

She managing to smear her make up before it could dry, rubbing her hands on her face from stress and sleepiness. Rahab didn’t know what to wear, something of hers or something the Lord had provided? She put on her own clothes at first, before finding something loose and light from the clothing storage to wear. She took her own clothes off and put it on. And then she took it off. She put her own clothes back on. Then she took them off again and put the loose light thing back on again, her want to not offend him winning over her want to be comfortable in her own things. This had sapped what little energy she had woken up with and barely had the strength to eat anything. And as she moved about the manor, Rahab bumped into every corner her legs and sides and elbows could find in the unfamiliar rooms. She left the Villa and made her way to the meadow, looking moderately disheveled.

Posted: **Mon Apr 02, 2018 8:17 pm**

Blood had felt the havoc coming from the bubbling tangle of indecisiveness. Nervousness was also felt in the tumbleweed, one he had come to only recognize for it's newness. Rahab. The new babyfang that had come to be integrated within his Pack. While he sat in the meadow amused at the flurry of 'what is real life, right now', he was slightly disappointed that she hadn't tried to make herself somewhat more prepared before meeting him. Force training wasn't a light matter, no matter how basic the abilities seemed to be. This was going to be a mental obstacle course, and if she were to pass, she would have to ready herself.

As she approached, Blood kept staring at the rising sun that crossed the horizon of the moon, the twittering and singing Pylats making his words seem even more deep from the backdrop of high and melodic tunes.

"You are the only one who will set yourself up for failure, Rahab."

From that, he turned and finally addressed her, wearing a dark slate sleeveless t-shirt and a pair of regular black jeans. Again, the man was barefoot. On his waist, his sabers hung looking tricefold more sinister than anything else on him.

"The Force is crafted out of a triangle of powers. One, is Sense. The second is Control. The third is Alteration. Today we will focus on Sense. As you can see, this moon is ripe with things to Sense. But it is your mind you will do it with, Rahab. Not your hands, nor your nose. Not your eyes, nor your ears. Use your mind to see, taste, touch, hear, and smell the world around you. Extend yourself from within, and exist outside the confines of basic reality."

Blood kept golden eyes on the shambled girl, his expectation nowhere near as high of standards as he set for his other pack members. They all learned at their own pace, yes, but this wasn't a pack that withheld it's members. To join the hunt, you had to keep up. Would Rahab keep up? Or would she fall behind and become prey for another?

[Sense Level 1 app. Word Req. = 240]

Posted: **Wed Apr 04, 2018 6:51 pm**

The meadow was just as she remember it, or rather, it was just as Lord Blood had shown her yesterday through a vision that he had planted in her mind. It was a sea of green flecked with flowers of such vivid colors it was as though the sun’s rays were being captured and reflected back towards the sky. She saw strange birds swooping in pairs through strange trees, perching only when one had given up its pursuit of the other. This place still felt like a dream to Rahab. Maybe she was still asleep?If so, she would wake up soon and be elsewhere; aboard the Merciless or in a crowded hostel that over looking an arid land as she waited for her next chance to move or back where she had come from, awaking on the floor of the maiden’s tower or in her bedroom of her parent’s home, to find that this all had been one very long and vivid nightmare.

His deep voice and foreboding words had shook her, startling her slightly more awake.The morning greeting she had rehearsed in her head became lost in her throat. If she didn’t feel so listless this morning, she would have had half a mind to flee, if there had been any place to flee to. But it felt like there was air between her joints, heavy and cold like after a winter storm, that was making her limbs feel heavy and hard to move. She cleared the remaining distance with as much caution as she could muster, like she was approaching a wild animal.

When the Lord turned to face her, Rahab placed a hand on her chest before bowing lowly. Her heart was beating so fast. She pressed down on her chest hard with the palm of her hand, as if she was trying to reach her heart in order to still it.

“I understand, your Lordship, forgive me,” She said, her soft voice scratchy still from sleep. She didn’t actually understand why he had said that to her. His student didn’t know that her Master could sense her empty stomach or feel her every self defeating thought.

Rahab raised herself back upright, looking him over as quick as her tired eyes would allow. Her gaze lingered on his weapon before looking away from it and from him. Lord Blood was not what she had expected.She would not go as far to say that she felt at ease with him. But she did not feel the kind of terror with him that she felt around the other Sith she had dealt with thus far. Lord Blood was so…unassuming. She was not foolish enough to think he was harmless but in her sleepy and sorrow-filled state it was close to a comfort that she was here with him. This feeling was a byproduct of his magic but Rahab was not strong enough yet in the ways of the Force to know he had done such a thing.

Though her grey eyes wandered away from him, she was listening intently to him. Now that the lesson had begun, she did feel ill-prepared for it. She would have, if she was more awake, and a little more brave, spoken in her defense that a meadow was not exactly a classroom (not that she had even been in one) and that her lessons so far had been more physical in nature. For every one sentence Lord Blood spoke, Rahab had a dozen questions. And while her teacher spoke, she chewed on the inside of her cheek, determined to commit his every word to memory.Several seconds spanned between the space of when Lord Blood had stopped speaking and when Rahab realized he was waiting for her to act.

[Sense (Level One) App Begin]

Rahab knew, to some extent, what Lord Blood wanted her to demonstrate. Using the Force to sense what was around her as he described didn’t sound that far off from when she first tapped into the ability before Lord Dastan. She had been hesitant to use this thing she had been born with. And perhaps for this reason, she was now here with Lord Blood. She knew it was childish to be so afraid of using something that was apart of her, it was like someone being afraid of their eyes or their limbs. But she was. She was afraid. The moment had been incredible but it had been too much for her. She knew she would have to overcome this, if she was to be of any worth to the Order. All she could try and do was recreate what she had done before. If Rahab could make herself smaller before the Lord, she would have.

She closed her eyes. The young woman could still see the sun’s light through her eyelids, this was reminiscent of that fateful day that Dastan’s lightsaber had branded her eyes with its afterimage. She would need to focus, to try and remember how it had felt when she first knowingly use the Force. The sounds around her had become muffled in a great rush of silence which jolted her out of meditation. She gave the Lord a fear filled look before shutting her eyes once more. What if this was the limit of her powers within the Force? she worried.

Rahab tried again. She had to. It was all she could do. The fledgling Sith pressed her hands against her face this time. It was quite clear that she had done so earlier, for the smear marks on her face lined up with the smudges on her hands. Holding her face like this, she blotted the sun’s rays from her eyes. She pushed her lungs to breathe deeper as she pushed her mind to dive deeper into itself. And as she receded, gradually, into herself, so too did the physical world around her recede; gently, less and less until it was just her.

Just her and her breathing until she didn’t notice even that. If Rahab could only stay like this, hold this state of absolute nothingness. Here, she would have gladly remained. But it wasn’t something she could hold for long. Rahab had to reach out now to she would loose her concentration again.

She felt her own limitation, as she attempted a shaky, cursory graze of what was around her. She had extended herself to nothing more than the nearest area of ground around her. It was as she had feared, the mere inches of space in front of her was too overwhelming. She could not make sense of the din. Of the discordant shapes and sounds. It was like being yelled at in every language at once. Like tasting everything at once. Rahab retracted her senses as if she had been burnt.

Knocked out of her trace, she didn’t bother looking up to see the Lord’s expression. Anxiety was turning her stomach up and she swallowed back on empty acids that threatened to pour out from her. If she failed here, it wouldn’t be so bad, she thought as she pressed dampness from her eyes with the back of her hands.

Rahab started again. Now that she had a feel of the kind of place she needed to take her mind to, her spirit, to be in, it became easier to return to that inner place of solitude. She reached out again, just as uncertain, just as scared but this time, something different happened. She had the sensation of really grabbing a hold of something. She held on to that something firmly before sinking into it.

Everything flooded into awareness at once. It was the smell of decay Rahab had recognized first. Then the taste of the light as it filtering through the grass and the sound of the insects that toiled across the ground. She heard the fine soil sift. Rahab felt the morning dew and it was a cool relief to her frayed nerves.

As more and more things became clear, her legs buckled beneath her. Rahab caught herself, just barely, so that only one knee had hit the ground. A ground that she was now feeling in its totality. The Sith hopeful was crying. The stress she had been carrying, her whole life, bit by bit adding more until it was something she could no longer surmount, not been lifted.

It had crashed down upon her.

Every single thing felt beautiful and gentle and small, even the biggest trees. And she felt small but not beautiful and not gentle, tho she was, being here with all of the matter that occupied the space around her. The moon was an oasis, a paradise amongst the vast wastelands. As Rahab stifled her sobbing with her hands cupped over her mouth, a single thought overtook her and she felt sore like something sharp had run through her and piercing her centre.

She didn’t deserve to be apart of this beautiful world.

[End Sense (Level One) App/ Word Count 861/240]

Posted: **Wed Apr 11, 2018 6:28 pm**

It was almost as though he was embedded within her chest, feeling every sing thread of her emotions go both taunt and lax, her heart beating with such depth that you would believe she was scaling a mountain. Scaling it with the intention of making to the top, and just as she did, the entire mountain crumbled from underneath her. He felt the wind rush from those tender lips, flowing as though someone had crushed her deadset in her chest with the very heave of mountain top she once stood on.

He looked down at her, the braided hair gently bobbing up and down with her tears and cries. But her sobs were not of despair; they were sobs of feeling inferior.
No initiate of his was inferior unless he let them waddle in such, and that was something a growing King wasn't going to allow. The only inferiors he would tolerate were slaves, and those who were not a part of his pack. Rahab is currently a member of his pack, and he wasn't going to see her in such a position.

"Come with me," he murmured, already swiveling on a bare heel and walking with determination in his stride. He would have to show her there were things under his control so much to the point where there was no reason to feel inferior. He was her mentor, and he was there to show her the worlds she too, was going to be owning soon. If she was to rule alongside him, she would know her place, yes, but it would not be as a servant girl, or some muck he persisted to scrape from his shoe.
This moon was theirs.
As long as she was his.

The Infiltrator activated, powering on as they walked near it. Valkyr was sitting in the pilot seat, already powering up the engines as the ramp lowered. Walking aboard, Blood gave a slight mental gaze behind him to ensure she was following as he made his way up. After she had mad herself comfortable and situated, the ramp closed, latching and locking in it's place in the Infiltrator. The hum of the near silent engines increased their intensity as the ship rose, and began liftoff.

As they increased height and speed, breaking through the atmosphere of the edenous moon, Blood turned to Rahab, a slight smile playing hide and seek on his lips.

"I may have entombed you so suddenly in the Force that you might have felt discomforted, if not below something as simple as the glory of the Force, the might of life I've enriched on the moon," he began, his voice a silken song between them. "But I'm here to show you there is so much more that demands your submission, but because of me, because of the might and majesty I plan for you to wield, you will not need to submit to things average mortals consider awesome or awful. You need only submit to your own desires, Rahab," his baritones continued. "And from it, will be birthed power."

Turning to the viewport, he only looked briefly as they began the jump into hyperspace, before he returned his golden stare to the petite empath.
"I'm going to show you one of my greatest achievements, and you will see how great it is to achieve the power you crave."

It didn't take long before Moraband was just before them, the jutting mountains and peaked surface, the sand and hardened volcanic rock so prominent that it was visible from space. Valkyr pushed through the orbit, and into the atmosphere. Within minutes, they were docked in the terminal, officials checking off the ship as they recognized it. The ramp lowered, and Blood began to step free of his vessel, bare feet walking casually through the terminal. He got to the sliding doors, already walking into the windy world of Moraband, his previous Sire's home planet.

As Rahab joined him, immediately the next lesson began, as it began to fly directly toward them from miles and miles away.
A shadow loomed over the highest peak, above the clouds themselves, darkness given life as it flew high. A roar signaled it's presence more than the void it cast in the sky, and the Cursed Arkanian Dragon moved with purpose through the hellish heavens. Only the distorted sight of the massive shadow it cast above them against the clouds was visible; nothing else was seen as it waited permission to land from it's Rider.

"Taste true legacy, Rahab, and tell me what flavor it holds."

His face was tilted forward as he held his head back, pointing his face to the sky. He loved the bond he had between himself and his war animal, Wrath, who he had raised with both mind and heart. Nothing could take him away from this furiously magnificent beast, and he felt just as connected with Wrath as he had his own self. True, it was merely an animal, but Blood was in lust's hold with the potential of Wrath.

[Begin Life Sense App: 80 WC Req]

Posted: **Tue Apr 17, 2018 2:01 am**

Rahab stopped crying, right in the middle of a heaving sob, as if by speaking the Lord had turned the tap to her tears off. She then reeled her sense in. As he and the meadow around them returned into the focus of her physical eyes, she saw that his back towards her. Because of this, she couldn’t tell if he was displeased with her or not. She was displeased with herself, for having become so emotional in front of him, so she could not, in any capacity, imagine that he was pleased with her performance. Rahab picked herself up off the ground.

She knew her new master was an impatient and dangerous man (and that was all she really knew, for certain, about him) but that did not stop her from tarrying as he walked away. She had just felt the richness of the tiny creatures that lived on the ground and didn’t want to be responsible for ending the lives of said insects by crushing them beneath her weight. It was an irrational thought, and she knew that too, she also knew that she could not be still like this for much longer, or Lord Blood, to where ever it was that he was headed, would leave her behind. The distance between him and her was already a person’s length and some away. So she steeled herself, and took an apologetic step into the grass.

With that, and the next few footfalls that followed, Rahab looked down and attempted; with her new found-ability, to try and sense if she was harming things under the treads of her boots. But her skills; at both concentrating and sensing, were not keen enough for her to accomplish what she was trying to do. She was just getting a blur of sights and sounds. After a few strides like that, her fear of gaining Lord Blood’s ire eventually outweighed her want to be careful, so she gave up her mindful walking and picked up her pace after him. It was, after all, one of the inevitable truths about the galaxy. Things below got stepped on by things above.

She was still a fair bit behind him when she saw the ship in their near-distance. It was a large and sleek and fearsome looking thing. She didn’t know what to think about what was happening; to where it was that they were headed or why, so she decided not to think about it. She was going to find out soon enough, anyway. Rahab loped the rest of the way until she caught up with him.

Once aboard the Lord’s starcraft, she tried to clean her face up with the back of the sleeve of what was likely intended to be a gown for sleeping. The short run and the full sensory experience in the meadow had left her feeling fatigued. She knew that her day of training had just started and she knew that it could end at any moment. Rahab had not forgotten about his holstered saber. She looked at the ship’s floor while her teacher spoke.

[“You need only submit to your own desires, Rahab…And from it, will be birthed power”]

She looked up at him from the corner of her eyes. The student was only starting grasp the basic concepts of this lesson he was trying to teach her. She had felt it in the meadow. And she had felt it when she first knowingly tapping into her underused senses. She would have to relinquish that control she had over herself to use the Force. That prospect terrified her. It was what she wanted. At least, it was what she thought she wanted. And it terrified her, all the same.

But who was he, Rahab thought, to speak of such things as needs and wants when he had, as far as she knew (and she knew very little of him), been born into a life of privilege. She could not fathom him having to struggle for anything. And without struggle, who was he to inform her on desire when the world dangled at his whims? Rahab’s stomach grumbled in agreement.

She turned her grey eyes back to the floor.

“Ah, Master Lord Blood—“ Rahab started but did not continue her thought aloud. She had no reason to feel at ease, for a Sith’s greatest achievement, did not, she rightly assumed, bode well for the longevity of one’s life, but she did feel at ease. She held that thought. Was power what she really craved...? Her stomach managed to churn, despite being very empty, as the ship entered hyperspace.

The world they were coming to land on was so different from the moon they had just left. It looked, like so many of the planets Rahab had passed through, barren and harsh. She saw little value in places like this, they were ugly and the galaxy could do without them. It was a sick thought she kept having; over and over and over and over again. She followed the Lord, moving from ship to planet’s ground in silence.

Rahab gave only a casual glance above them, having no inkling that her training had re-commenced in that moment. As far as she was aware, there were just unfamiliar storm clouds above an unfamiliar planet. She gave the Lord a confused look before following his sight line skyward. After a few seconds, she did notice that something was up there casting a massive shadow down upon the thicket of smog.

[Life Sense App Begin]

“Master, am I to…?” Rahab started, moving away from him in order to get a better look at what was above them.

“That is very high up, your Lordship,” She finished, looking back at him like she was convinced that he didn’t realize how far apart the land and the sky were from each other. Rahab looked back to the sky. She doubted the she could even extend her sense so far.

When he offered her no further guidance, she continued to walk away from him. Her eyes trained on the shadowy form above them. Like she had done so in the meadow, Rahab cast her sense down below her steps. Unlike the moon, there was no overwhelming cacophony of sights and sounds and smells and creatures to feel. At the very least, she was confident that now she could reach out with the Force while moving.

She paced beneath the shadowy form a short while before mounting her first attempt at reaching skyward with her extraplanar sense. She could feel this extension of herself corkscrew through a few bloated, errant cords before falling back down through a twang of empty, floating veins. There had been nothing for her to grab a hold. Rahab had not reached high enough.

As she put all of her focus in pushing farther up, she stumbled over her own feet. Rahab caught herself, managing not to fall but her concentration was broken. Exhaled in frustrated, she started her slow and thoughtful gait again. Moving this way in the near lifeless space was calming her stomach down. She could handle these minimal filaments.

When she was ready, she reached upward again. Rahab knew this time that she had gotten the leverage she needed; she knew this in the same moment that she knew what she was grasping was too much for her to handle. Whatever was in the sky above sent her falling back. Her ears were ringing like an explosion had gone off.

Rahab didn’t realize she had fallen to the ground until she retracted her sense completely. She didn’t bother standing up from the ground. The apprentice just lifted her torso up, keeping herself propped up with her arms. Craning her head back, she watched the shadow of the thing she had barely graze move about.

She was afraid now and so she moved her sense about, timidly, coiling it to and fro instead of a straight line upward as she had done with her last pass. She felt the sensation of shimming her otherworldly touch around the sinew of space until there was no other place for it to extend within her limitations. Just Lord Blood, herself and the thing above them.

Bracing herself, she pushed her sense up once more. This time, she had done it without flinching back. The life-force of the thing in the sky was as loud as it had been before but Rahab was ready for it this time. She had a gentle but firm hold on whatever it was that Lord Blood was so proud of.

Out of the senseless din, Rahab heard the flapping of wings. She heard the stretch thin membrane and the pull of deep muscles. She heard the sharpness of claws through air and labored breathing, bestial, through gnashing teeth. It smelled of dryness. Like the way vegetation smelled after a long drought, and it smelled of burning and of putridness. It tasted those things too, as if she had scooped the ashes of blasphemers, people who lived their lives in such ruin that they would pick cremation over a proper burial, in her mouth. Rahab gagged but she did not lose her focus this time. She felt it, as if she had ran her hands down its form all at once; a hide that smooth one way and coarse with ridges in an other, like that of an aquatic beast. Powerful limbs and powerful wings, a tapered head designed for pulling flesh from between bones, a tail that served both as rudder and as weapon. The life-form above them took shape in her mind’s eye.

It was some kind of abdominal serpent given the means to fly. Rahab’s arms gave way with fright and her back hit the ground. Where she remained, breathless, too exhausted to lift herself back up.

[End Life Sense App/ Word Count 719/80]

Posted: **Mon Apr 23, 2018 9:29 pm**

She was a splinter adrift the currents wind, here. A speck of sand, amongs the sea. She felt the immensity of life, just as she had the Force. But now, it was time to see how easily the two could be intertwined, and how beautiful chaotic harmony could be brought to life.

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Aboard The Malevolent
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As they walked through the still spotless halls of the drifting Dreadnaught his Sire was best known for harboring once a time ago, Blood followed that same instinctive trail to the massive chambers that once was his Master's dwelling. Within the threshold of the massive doors, lay a room of near absolute darkness, besides the glow of the Warbot Five-Oh who limitlessly guarded the chambers without end.
The heavy weapon that forever in it's hands was immediately lashed out at Rahab, as she was an unknown entity in the room. Green eyes flashed bright red as the warbot went from passive to aggressive within milliseconds.

Without pause, Blood drew forth his sabers as he rose to protect her, blocking the potentially bisecting blow from her front, his feet scooting back from the immense level of power hidden behind the droid's mechanical arms.
"Stand down, Five-Oh, she is my initiate."

Seconds went by as the skidding of metal and plasma reacted, but in the end of it all, those green eyes returned.

"Confirmed. Proceed, Lord Blood."

Weapons were pulled back as the Sith droid returned to it's guarding position, and Blood released a slightly relieved breath. From then, he continued forward to the blade his Master kept forever in that leather-gloved grasp of his. It shone without light, called to him without voice, and pulled him without hands. It knew him well, recognized him by aura. It seeked once again, to be held, used to decimate souls without jurisdiction, without holdback. And many of times, he could see himself slaughtering millions with this polished and perfect massive blade...
But not now.
Not yet.

"Rahab," he called forth. "Feel the chaos that surrounds this room, the plague of difference between stagnant Force, and the blood-curdling beauty of the Jedi's Bane, the Jidai Maras."

-----Begin Sense Force Disturbance----WC Req. 80------

Posted: **Mon Apr 30, 2018 4:21 pm**

In silence, the pair, Master and student, made their way through the halls of the vast space vessel; The Malevolent. The student, Rahab Aapofi had been feeling apprehensive. As in his other lessons, Rahab didn’t know what her purpose for accompanying the Lord was. The ship had an eerie sterility to it; clean and obviously not in use; it felt like being in a mausoleum. She wondered why a craft as grand as this one was being under-utilized as Blood took a turn to an adjacent hall.

She followed him around the corner. Up ahead, just a few steps away from them, was a droid and a door. The machine was posed so still and stately with sword in hand that had its eyes not been glowing green she might have mistook it for a statue. As they drew near, her eyes wandered the form of the machine. She thought of the robot that piloted the Merciless and how she hadn’t the pleasure of taking it apart like she wanted to when the droid before them sprung to life.

It moved so fast Rahab didn’t even have enough time to be shocked. Had Lord Blood not been ready, she would have surely been struck clean with the blade. She hurried out of the way as he was pushed back by the robot’s strength. With her back up against the wall of the hall, she could panic freely.

The warbot stood down but she was still shaken. Had that unnerved Lord Blood as well, it seemed to her that he hadn’t expected that to of happened? What dreadful thing laid await in the room that required such a terrifying guardian? She peeled herself, reluctantly, from the wall and edged into the room that Lord Blood had fought to enter.

[ Sense Force Disturbance App Begin]

Rahab had only a taken few steps into the room before she found it impossible to move any further. The halls had been stifling but this room was worse, denser; the way a very humid day felt, like a weight was on her lungs. The room was too dark to see anything but the sword that shone unnaturally as though an unseen light was hitting the wicked metal at just the right angle to reflect it in full.

With her abilities in the Force latent, Rahab could only make sense of things with her own life experiences. She was a sensitive person who had a proclivity to worry; which was often the key to her survival as she knew to avoid anything that felt wrong. She knew that people could, for example, feel like landslides. She knew the devastation a natural disaster like could cost, in both property and lives. So a person who felt like that was someone to be avoided. Some people and places felt like a grieving family or a ghastly storm. She didn’t know what any of it meant or why or how, and to be frank it wasn’t something she ever gave much thought; she just knew to be afraid.

Rahab didn’t want to be in this room.

No one should be in this room.

“What happened here?” She asked, breathless. She didn’t expect an answer. Rahab wrapped her arms around herself and moved further into the room. Her stomach twisted into knots all too familiar. And she swore her heart beat faster with every step she took. Rahab could feel the dryness of her mouth all the way down to her throat. What was she to do here? A room wasn’t alive; nor was a blade.

She reached out to it, in the same way she would a person or a creature, but it was an object. Rahab couldn’t feel it as she felt out for life with the Force. But even though there hadn’t been a strand of life to connect with, the attempt had made her dizzy. Rahab tried to move closer but the room felt tilted beneath her feet.

Again, she reached out with her sense in the Force. This time, with less purpose, letting her vision fall back into the room itself. The chamber was filled with an abundance of the thin, grey viens that often accompanied the bloat and the sinew she saw when she tapped into the Force. But it was just the veins, and she and Lord Blood in the room. She felt something like a tug, like she was on a hook and an unseen fisher was drawing in their line in. The veins broke apart at the slightest touch as her mind was unwillingly pushed through, they rolled like smoke and their hushed sounds faded into nothingness. The room was filled with ghosts.

“Master,” Her tongue felt heavy. Her stomach turned and Rahab swallowed back the acid that threatened to creep up her throat, “I cannot—“

She placed a hand over her mouth. In the darkness of the room, she was visibly distressed. She looked upon the gleam of the sword, and tried to keep the glow in her mind’s eye.

With each passing day of training, it had become easier and easier to enter into a meditative state. As she set her mind to try and reach the sword again, entering this state had never come faster, as though an unseen force was pulling her into it once again.

The veins she saw, compared to the other threads, felt empty but there was something even emptier between them that she had never noticed before. There were dark spaces that disturbed the flow of the coiling veins. She wanted to bring herself back away from them. But Rahab was not strong enough to resist the pull.

The dark spaces reeked, like something rancid and rotten. Rahab could no longer keep upright and she could not keep her stomach down. She threw up on the floor and had lost her focus. But she returned to that metaphysical plane even faster than the last attempt, as if the dark spaces had will and a desire of their own; to pull her further in and eager to show her what laid hidden within its trenches. She was not strong enough to resist and was pulled into the pitch.

She felt submerged. Like it had been she coated in the warm, slick blood and not the blade of the sword. The Force around the sword vibrated with sounds that seemed impossible to have been created by a single blade. Every vile, every evil thing; sounds of stolen breaths, sickening squeleches and spurts of metal meeting flesh, the crunch of bones, screams and begging, and then the dull sound of life leaving, fleeting and final; a litany of agony and despair. And then…

There was nothing. And the nothingness was cool and comforting and complete. Rahab understood; the divots of darkness like gouges in the flow of cosmic energy were disturbances in the energy; spaces where life no longer was. Her body relaxed.

Lord Blood’s student choked something out from behind a hand, the experience had left her a slumped and trembling, sobbing wreck on the floor. Using that hand, she wiped tears from her eyes and sick from her mouth before placing it on the floor besides her. She spoke again, and then realized she had been speaking in Hapan.

“I am burdened,” She said, struggling to find the right words, “With this, you have burdened me.”

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Posted: **Wed May 16, 2018 6:38 pm**

"This is no burden, dear," he silked out in those baritones of his. "This is a blessing." For her to overcome such glory, she had to revel in it, to feel it empower her the way the rest of the Sith indulged in their sadistic fantasy. To let it take hold of her and provide a symbiotic relationship that only a partner of punishment could endure.

"Take in the legend, Rahab. This power is a gift, and with it, you will not only find your place within the forefront of the Sith, but at the front lines of all victories. This will shape you, mold you into the prowess which you have deserved, all along. Take this power, and let it fuel you. Feel it's aura as it grants your mortal catalyst the filling that triumphs all. Do not fight it. Embrace it. And feel what a true heirloom of magic is meant to possess."

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