A Beginning Shrouded

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A Beginning Shrouded

Post by Jacobi Wylcott » Fri Jul 12, 2019 10:09 pm

The Firespray-31 Patrol Craft designated as the Jai-Galaar speared through the upper atmosphere of Tibrin leaving behind it long contrails from its stabilizers. Rumbling engines screamed with power as they fought against the planet’s gravitational pull - yet the Firespray continued to climb and climb, fighting through the turbulence until finally breaking free of the upper atmosphere and relinquishing the grasp of the planet unto the void of space. All at once the vibrations and rough flight pattern ceased and even the engines soothed into a more somber tone for the ease of their flight had begun within the vacuum where there was no opposing forces at work.

Jacobi had just finished communications with the ship’s AI within the cockpit and the vessel veered to the northeastern galactic plane, a countdown popped up and minimized its profile on his HUD - 2 minutes until they were to make the jump. Checking the scanners he viewed that there were no pursuing craft - this left him with nothing more to accomplish save for getting the blonde girl to the Gordian Reach in one piece.

He got up from the control panel and moved to the armory where he paused. As of yet none of the Sith save for Warvanus knew of his identity as Jacobi Wylcott. As far as the Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Blood, knew - Tormentous was either dead or locked in some untouchable Jedi prison.

This was not the case of course as Tormentous had been freed on Jakelia within the Mandalorian Sector and that was where he started piecing himself back together after his betrayal at the hands of Blood. He no longer wielded the Force - though this was thought at least to be a temporary affect of the Wall of Light. But until the moment where he could once again fully utilize its power he had to lay low which was not his style. He had to keep fighting, to hone his skills and recover his reputation as one of the deadliest warriors on the face of the galaxy. In doing so he needed access to missions of worth and danger alike while at the same time access to Blood until the time was right to unleash his own betrayal to reclaim the Throne and dash Blood on the stones below his feet.

As such Tormentous had laid his name low and taken up his true name - one that no one left alive knew save for a precious handful - Jacobi Wylcott. Disguised as Jacobi and utilizing his Mandalorian origins he could accomplish his goals and bide his time.

But now he had to an issue. Once his helmet was off there would be few that could mistake Tormentous’ well known face. Bald head, a permanent face mask covering the lower portion of his face, and a lengthy scar running across his right eye which itself was blinded by an Echani Battlemaster - it was now white and promised his rage to those it gazed upon. That said, his visage could not be hidden forever to those he worked closely with. Those being Warvanus and now Mercy.

Warvanus was no longer an issue - loyalty was known and he would not turn Tormentous over to Blood. Mercy however was an unknown. He needed to learn whether he could trust the wild woman or if he needed to kill her and toss her out the airlock.

The time continued to tick down until the Firespray made the jump. Now in hyperspace, they were as safe from the Jedi and Alliance as they could be. With nothing else left to him, he reached up and lifted the helmet from his face and revealed the truth of his greatest secret. One eye of green and the other of pale milky white now stared at Mercy, he spoke nothing, the next move was hers.
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Post by Slade Xandir » Sat Jul 13, 2019 4:01 am

Coming back from checking on the chick, she had gone over a brief check to make sure she hadn’t been brain washed, had any leech detectors on her, or anything else sneaky Jedi Masters, Grand ones at that, could have smacked on her before she could grab the girl and get away. Finding herself all clear, she decided to pull off the majority of the weapons, save for her dual sabers, and toss em in the cleaner basket for maintenance. The net rifle thudded almost loudly, and to counteract it, back to the Mandalorian, she actually chose to compliment him. “Not too bad. You managed to avoid being skewered and gave me an opening to snatch the goal.” In the process of tucking her hair behind her ear, somewhat revealing the second half of her usually hidden face, hazels turned with gaze to address her partner-

And her heart stopped.
The air froze.
Time itself seemed to fall away, as the target Dastan had told her to keep an eye on ended up being the number one most wanted frakkin soul in all of the universe, moreso dead than alive. But wasn’t he dead? He couldn’t have been alive- Blood had footage, and he had said-

Her hands were on her sabers before she even gave a mind to what she was doing. But her adrenaline was spent- the mission wasn’t too much, but she could have easily been killed by either the Jedi guy-
Or even the man before her, that familiar face, pallid skin, that damned eye that was blind but somehow saw everything. She remembered that eye, both of them, roving over her body while she had been there under observation and induction into the Red Cauldron with Fox...how Fox hadn’t been chosen, but she had. She had not the slightest clue what she had been useful for then-
I could kill him; I could kill him and bring the bounty in. I could be rich, and then Dastan would recognize I’m worth so much more...’ the Dark Side called to her in her own voice. Thumbs slid over the activation buttons, but it was clear she was struggling with this decision. Because even in her wrathful insides, she knew by simple discipline that this would not end well for her. Mercy recognized majesty where it stood, and while Tormentous wasn’t her Master, he was A Master. He could have slain her on the field, or even in his throne room all those moons ago-

Instead, he silently revealed himself to her. He watched her, and though her Force could not pick up on the devastating aura that was once his, she could tell this situation was much deeper that a simple snatch-and-grab mission. And likely, Dastan didn’t know Tormentous even still breathed.

Hell, who did?

Pulling her hands from her thighband holsters, she tried to calm her mind enough to think of a rational question in this situation. To just assault him with interrogation on all of this, on why Blood was ruling and not him. Who the hell Silas was and how he came to vanish so fast. On how he could best 2 opponents at once but his identity had to be hidden. On why he had chosen to keep her alive, to even show himself to her. Any clever soul could put all of these pieces of story together, to see he needed allies, to see that his cover and guard had to remain up, that this was simply an invitation to join him, to reclaim not only his power, but who he was as a Dark Lord.
But she was merely a confused little killer, stuck in the motions of following orders. She was to keep an eye on him, to report to Dastan what intel she could gather from this situation-

But just as Tormentous was, she too stayed silent. Eyeing him back with just as much wariness as a feral cat to a stranger with a small niblette of food in palm, she did not take the food, but she did not hiss, nor strike at the hand.
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Re: A Beginning Shrouded

Post by Kita_Ikari » Sat Jul 13, 2019 10:03 am

Kita begun to wake up shortly after the women had left from her inspection. Slowly opening her eyes, she found her sight unfocused. Closing them, she groaned. Her head pounded heavily as if someone in that moment was hammering her in the skull repeatedly. Blonde hair disheveled, covered in sand and other debris, she knew she must of looked like crap. Still...it could of been worse.

Still groggy, Kita absentmindedly attempted to move her hand to her head despite her arms stinging from the splinters of wood that had embedded her skin after the dock was destroyed upon the shoreline. But she quickly found herself to be immobile. Panic suddenly overcame her. Blue eyes snapping open, she looked down with currently double vision noticing her ankles and wrists next to her sides were bound by metal cuffs, suspended in midair within a containment field. "Really?"

Unsure exactly why she was currently being held prisoner of some sort, she closed her eyes with an irritated sigh trying to remember the last thing she saw before losing consciousness. She remembered being struck by something intensely painful...and then...darkness. She had no idea who had hit her exactly. The whole shoreline was in a state of chaos that her mind was just focusing on the moment, not paying much attention to detail. Besides the 2 who had come from the ship, she mainly remembered seeing a sith pulling out his saber before blacking out.

Realization dawning on her, she hadn't the slightest idea who had taken her aboard this ship, or know what they were planning to do with her. Obviously if they wanted her dead, they could of done it easily now or on Tibrin within seconds of appearing in sight from their aircraft. But, they hadn't. Many questions came to mind. Why was she taken? Where was she going? And when was she gonna be able to return home? 

Recalling home, her father was sure to worry when he realized she hadn't returned before nightfall. Kita knew he had a hard time after her mother passed from illness. If Kita hadn't been around for him to care for, he surely would have lost the will to keep living. And if she didn't return home today...No! Shaking her head, she tried to remain calm. Panicking was only gonna make the situation worse for her mentally. 

As the grogginess cleared, she opened her eyes once again. Noticing her sight had finally returned to normal, she looked around the room of the ship before resting upon the two figures standing ahead of her. Studying them both, she couldn't quite make out their facial features as they were mostly turned away from her. Only that the man was bald and the female had dark brown hair. Feeling a sense of tension from the Female as she stared on silently at her companion, Kita figured she should probably break the silence while having the opportunity to speak...

"HEY! Mind telling me where your taking me and why?" She asked curiously. Blunt, and to the point. Seeing as how she had been having a bad day, she felt a bit in a mood for sarcastic comments, but thought better of it. Now was not the time to try and patronize her captors, especially while vulnerable.
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Re: A Beginning Shrouded

Post by Jacobi Wylcott » Mon Jul 15, 2019 11:09 pm

He simply nodded once her hands withdrew from her weapons. There was no fight to be had - at least for now. So it seemed that Mercy was willing to listen first before taking action - a rare trait in a Sith Warrior. Not only that it meant she could think for herself and that was key. Or perhaps this was not so telling of how intelligent she was but it was a throwback to the moment Tormentous accepted her and not the other whelp so long ago. Whatever her reasoning, he now had a window with which to entangle her into this web of deceit and betrayal.

However they would not yet have their moment. A shrill voice coming from behind them echoed through the ship and she was angry. Jacobi donned his helmet once more - no need to let the little pest get a good look at him when there was no advantage to it. There would be a time for that - either when he was gutting her in betrayal or once she knew who he really was and was willing to follow his devious plot until death. Pressing passed Mercy he moved before the containment field, picking up a shock rod along the way. Without even so much as pausing to explain what was happening he activated the rod - purple lighting crackled at the haft and he used it like a bat, swinging hard with one arm and slamming it into the girl’s stomach.

“Shut it, you little scab!” His metallic muffled voice from the helmet vocalizer spat at her. “When I want to hear your voice, I’ll say so.” Deactivating the rod he tossed it back down and looked her up and down. “Your training begins now - day 0. Whatever life you thought you had is over. You’re not the little girl on some frakking forsaken island crap hole anymore - you are to be an assassin under the prevue of the Dark Lord of the Sith himself.” He turned away and walked several feet.

“Force Adepts are rare in this galaxy. When they are found they are a commodity that is precious. To the Jedi the Adept is their future and they would take any they find whether they are strong or not and in some manner they would enlist them into their Coalition.” He turned around and looked at her through the visor of his helmet, “The Sith would expend a hundred normal soldiers just to gain one potential Adept. You - my dear - just happen to be an Adept whether you realize it or not, it has been seen and as such you were targeted for a hefty price which I’ll be collecting once we get back to the Gordian Reach.” The tone coming from his helmet fell to something sinister and downright menacing - it was warning and it was absolute. “And don’t get some illusion that you have a choice in this. Willingly or not you will serve the Dark Lord, once the Taskmasters are done with you - you will hardly remember who you were and what you will remember - you’ll hate.” Another step he took forward, “Just remember this - if you ever get the stupid idea to sacrifice yourself in some noble action rather than serving your lot here, or if you escape somehow - then the Dark Lord will give me a call and I’ll be hired to go pay your little family a visit - and while I’m at it, just to nail the point home, that entire shanty town island you came from too - I’ll burn it to the ground, skin every one there and nail their scalps to your father’s corpse. Then I’ll hunt you to the end of this galaxy unto the next until I find you and drag you screaming right back to the Reach. Understand this well sweetie, your last moment of freedom died when that Jedi back there failed to save you - from this point on - you’re nothing but a slave.”

All that and Kita hadn’t done anything but bluntly speak. Her beating would have by far been more severe had she shown more backbone. But then again backbone is what would keep her alive in the coming days. Silently he watched her facial expressions and minute body language - temporarily without the Force he couldn’t feel her sensations as he’d have liked too, in its place he needed to remember and cultivate his outlook on the humanoid form. He was interested in this girl - not that she was an attractive one but it was her spirit he sought. Was she a fighter? Was she among those who would be worthy? Or was this just a waste of time?

Jacobi had from this point until the moment they dropped her in front of Blood to decide whether he’d give her to the Dark Lord or not. If she was capable, the talented sort, a potential of worth - then he would have the thought to keep her in the darkness and report to Blood that she had been killed during the operation only to secretly train her into a weapon for the inevitable betrayal of Blood. If she was worthless or too single minded then it would be no loss to hand her over just to kill her off later at his convenience. Or perhaps he’d just turn her over anyways and see what happened. At this time there were too many variables to go through and too many open ended routes with which to proceed.

Indeed - the Dark Side of the Force was at work here and it would be interesting to see how things would turn out in the end.

Noticing his chrono read there was forty eight hours until they reached their destination he acknowledged her once more, his tone of menace was gone and now he was neutral. “If you’ve got something to say then say it girl. Your time is running out.”

He glanced slightly back to Mercy and eyed her, he needed words with this one. She may have stayed her hand but this was not over, not by a long shot.
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Re: A Beginning Shrouded

Post by Kita_Ikari » Thu Jul 18, 2019 10:54 pm

Watching as the man put back on his helmet, Kita grew a bit unnerved as he grabbed a nearby weapon. Save for a few, she didn't know too much about weaponry. Since Tibrin was mostly a relaxed peaceful planet, their wasn't much action to be seen, much less heard. However, surely now word must've gotten around about the battle that happened among Tibrin's shore. And since everyone in her village was friendly among each other, news traveled fast. Surely her dad would hear of her kidnapping if not now...then later.

With Jacobi heading towards her, her blue eyes grew wide in fear as the electro staff in hand was activated. "Agh!" As the staff made a forceful impact, she found herself unable to speak from the pain rushing through her body. Being shocked once today wasn't enough it seemed. Kita had wanted answers…not a beat down. She was pretty stubborn and curious about things, which...was a good and problematic trait on her part. An example of that was now. Sometimes her curiosity got her into trouble. As for her stubbornness, well that tended to make her incapable of backing down from anything thrown at her. One thing Kita wasn't...was a quitter. And with a natural competitive spirit, she would fight anyone in her way. 

Hearing that she was to be trained as an Assassin, and by the Dark Lord himself, that was almost hard for her to believe. She didn't think she was of importance to be taken by the galaxy's most feared enemy. And like Jacobi said, knowing or not, she truly didn't have any idea she had a connection with the force until that moment. To her any signs she shown of it in the past, it was something just second nature. Watching intently as he moved about the room, his reading of her was irritably spot on. Kita would of either attempted escape or gone about and ended her own life. However, those ideas left her mind as he threatened everyone's life upon her home planet. Being someone who considered all their options when making decisions...it would of been wrong...no...selfish of herself to put others lives at risk before her own just for her own freedom. 

As Jacobi finished his explanation, she wanted to kick him if she had been able to move about. Slave… That word was so degrading. She glared at him defiantly. If he was thinking she would bend so easily to the thought of being someone's slave, he had another thing coming. Sure. Kita might of been in their control for now and didn't have much choice at this point, but she wasn't gonna make it easy on them turning her into their puppet while they had her. 

She shook her head in response. So far she had all her questions answered. Kita knew if this conversation continued, she would be tempted to say something in order to goad him on. It was a struggle for her not to be a total smartass in response. Even when she knew there was a possibility of more beatings. She held her tongue deciding to keep quiet. No point in making things worse than they already were. She didn't have any advantages right now.
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Post by Slade Xandir » Tue Jul 30, 2019 7:43 pm

Mercy was surprised that he wasn't harassed with a bajillion questions, because had it been her, she would've talked the man's ear off. But then again, she might be quick to learn that after being whacked right in the gut with a electrostaff, one wouldn't be so quick to talk, either. She shook her head, and couldn't make sense of it all, but that wasn't her job here. She was tasked with getting the target and bringing them back to base for installment, not informing them. She didn't come this far to get punished for stepping out of her place.

"Great- less headache," she said turning away from the mess. She didn't have anything to say to her if she had nothing in mind to lay out. She supposed she should grab a coffee or even a drink if she was gonna be stuck in this storm she managed to uncannily get herself into.

The 'Harpy' made her way up the deck and stared at the kitchenette aboard and felt her stomach turn-

yea, guess no drinks, today. Frakk. So there she stood, waiting for Jacobi to make surefire that there was nothing left to throw curveball-wise into this crazy situation.
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Post by Jacobi Wylcott » Wed Aug 07, 2019 9:53 pm

Her eyes shone like crystal, sparkling with fury beneath her pretty little frustrated face, she had fire in her and he liked that. The strong defiance in her yet the where for all to keep her mouth shut when it was best was very interesting. Not many held that perspective. In that moment he was undecided whether to keep her for himself or to turn her over to the Lord of the Sith. He glanced away briefly then returned to her, “Know your place girl, it’s the first step in your training. And it’s the best way to see that tomorrow still comes. With every passing day you’ll become stronger and in that - someday your future will be your own to command. Until then, bide your time. Patience.” The odd moment of compassion passed and without another word he turned away to address Mercy, who he spent a while with in the cockpit.

In the passing hours he exited the upper tier of the ‘Jai-Galaar’ and resumed the cargo hold where the girl remained in suspension. He took out a crate and set it down before the cell yet a generous distance away where he could sit and observe her. No words needed be spoken in that moment and so he took out his weapons, piece by piece and stripped them down to clean them with oils and rags. The fight on the beach had them caked with dirt and mire, cleaning them would maintain their capabilities and longevity while also ensuring they didn’t malfunction in his next combat scenario. It also paid the second benefit of passing a large amount of time by - of which they had much.

Ever so often he would glance up at the girl - be she resting, passed out from exhaustion or formidably staring blaster bolts into him, he would meet her fiery gaze and wonder at the possibilities. He didn’t command the Force as he once did - not yet, it would return in time but not yet. As such he couldn’t sense her potential. But the body language she kept and the sheer intensity in her expression told him much. Did the risks of benefitting by keeping her outweigh the risks of losing her to the enemy? He still didn’t know.

For an entire period of eighteen hours he cleaned his weapons twice over and as well his armor - of which he downgraded to tan cargo pants, a black tank top and a leather sleeveless vest and heavy reinforced combat boots. To hide his face he did so modestly by turning on a light behind him to darken his silhouette to her vision. He didn’t fear the loss of his identity though if he were to present her to Blood then if she delivered his likeness then it could be a red flag of suspicion that Jacobi didn’t need right now.

Once his gear was completely spotless and polished he returned it all to the wall armory and then he departed from the hold briefly to come back about twenty minutes later with a simple portion of food and a small container of water.

He approached the cell and pressed the icon runes to cease the field from spinning her about. Placing the food down he prepared to release her. “Doubt your willing to eat or drink anything right now but you’ve got to be starving.” He paused, but continued. “There is no telling when you’ll get anything again. You’d best play nice and take it now while you can.” He disengaged the field’s containment over her, then reached up and grabbed her by the waist, effortlessly lifting her from the platform to bring her down to the deck where she could get her hands on the food.

“Listen, where you are going it will change your life.” His heart was not hardened to her this time. Perhaps Tormentous was sleeping? But whatever the case, Jacobi spoke freely. “You need to stay focused. The things you’ll be forced to do will twist your mind and turn you into something terrible.” He had to remind himself that this was just a job and she was just another face, no, not a face - a target. It was passed the point of no return now and this was going to happen one way or another. Still, he was having trouble keeping that line of thought straight. Though as he sat with her, he began to feel a chill in the back of his mind and it grew in strength until it began to visibly bother him. He pressed on.

“They’ll break you if they can. Never give in to the torment. But one thing you must do is forget where you came from. They will use those memories against you, to hurt you. They’ll feel out the hidden answers and pry them from your mind. Forget Tibrin to keep it safe. Only Mercy and I know that truth, we’ll keep it that way so long as you play along.” He closed his eye for a moment to focus his thoughts as the icy pain grew with intensity, he knew what was coming and he couldn’t stop it. But there was still time and so he swallowed hard and spoke more. Knowing she wouldn’t talk about her home, or likely even try to speak to him freely after what he’d done and threatened to do, he spoke about his own times long ago, before that dreaded day on Belsavis - the day he had died for his little sister - the time before Tormentous.

That he was open to her now when he’d not been earlier would surely be odd, but that was not something he was willing to explain right now, she’d have to figure out his torment on her own. Or maybe not at all. “Rhen Var.” He said with a voice distant on another world, “Frozen world in the Outer Rim. I came from a colony of frontiersmen. Explorers. A simpler time.” The icy feeling began to throb in the back of his eyes and the aching pains in his mind came for him and as it did so it began repressing these memories. Jacobi fought to cling to them, he wasn’t strong enough. In that moment a tremor within the Force echoed from the deep and the Dark Side of the Force laughed upon the aether as Tormentous emerged from the nothing and washed into Jacobi’s mind. Still not the fullness of what he was once, he was still mighty indeed. Jacobi knew his time was short before his alter-personality would banish the Mandalorian that Kita saw in front of her. He tried to keep going but like a shadow slowly dissipating from the sunlight his memories fled and he could recall nothing but events like Tanaab, Eol Sha, and other savage battles. Darkness began to overtake him and he glared back at the girl.

Time was all too short.
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Re: A Beginning Shrouded

Post by Kita_Ikari » Fri Aug 09, 2019 8:31 am

Training? Patience? Kita became annoyed with the fact he was arrogant enough to believe she was willing to just go along with everything. No, she was threatened into it. Thus creating a personal mission to make his life a living hell and anyone else who came demanding Kita's cooperation. If she was to follow anyone, it would be on her own terms. As he left, she had time to think about what Jacobi said. His recent words of wisdom were something she didn't cast aside but something to consider...

It had been awhile before Jacobi made his appearance once again. Kita became annoyed yet curious as he sat down nearby to clean his gear. She didn't look half as filthy as Jacobi did. Even though Kita was knocked out part way through, she remembered the damage her captors caused before she lost consciousness. She still suffered pain in her arms from using them as a shield when the dock was destroyed by the ships gunfire. But she tried ignoring it.

It was eerily quiet, except for the sounds Jacobi made as he meticulously cleaned his weapons. Still, Kita didn't ignore the fact she could feel his gaze resting on her every so often as he did so. It made her uncomfortable, but she hid it well as she glared back at him silently. Hiding her "True" emotions was something she had perfected over the years while growing up on Tibrin. After the death of her mother, Kita had come to learn how to suppress her sadness and other negative emotions so to not worry her father and others. Instead she delved herself into the family business and found the distraction welcoming.

As the hours passed by, Kita yawned and grew bored. She wasn't sure how long it had been, but if anything was to kill her, boredom would have done it. And normally she'd sleep while their was nothing to do, but she stayed awake instead to keep an eye on Jacobi as he worked among the darkness. She didn't trust him. And with good reason. Why sleep when your enemy was hanging about in front of you? It would be stupid if Kita let her guard down so easily. Still, she was curious. Did he avoid the light because he was self conscious of his looks? Maybe. Then again, maybe he did it just to intimidate her... Nah! Kita knew he just needed to clean his armor, but still...it seemed odd to her for some reason. Once he finished and put his armor away, she sighed in relief as he left. Closing her eyes, she quickly drifted off into a sound sleep.

20 minutes later when Jacobi came back, Kita began slowly waking to the pleasant smell of food. This caused her stomach to growl loudly, making her realize she hadn't eaten since lunch on Tibrin. Jacobi wasn't wrong...she normally would hold out eating from stubbornness in this situation, but then again...that was a stupid idea. And she didn't feel like gambling on knowing when her next meal would be. Kita was already cranky from everything else that had happened to her that day. As he shut off the containment field, Kita's blue eyes widened in surprise as he grabbed her around the waist. Embarrassed, she wasn't used to being so close to men in general. And even though he didn't mean anything by it other then letting her down to eat, she felt defensive about it. Once on her feet, she relaxed a bit and walked past him a few steps before stretching to relieve her aching muscles. Sitting down on the floor, she grabbed for the plate of food eagerly.

Kita listened intently as she ate, though she noticed Jacobi's attitude become urgent and serious as he sat down nearby. He kidnapped her from her home, threatened her, and now he was offering advice? Who did this guy think he was? From the sound of it, it made her think she was being transported to a slaughterhouse...but she did feel Jacobi was being honest in his words. Kita didn't let her guard down however. His suggestion for forgetting her home wasn't gonna be easy, but it wasn't impossible. Kita had tried pushing back memories anyway in the past.

Already finished halfway through her meal, she set down the plate and grabbed the container of water emptying it quickly. Setting down the container next to her, she looked up to see Jacobi seemingly to struggle with continuing the conversation. Now close enough in better lighting, she could see he had one blind eye while the other was closed obviously in pain. Kita wasn't sure if helping her enemy was necessarily a good idea in that moment, but she definitely knew something was seriously wrong. As to what? She didn't have a clue.

Finally breaking the brief silence, he went on a bit about himself, and this did cause Kita to look at him strangely. He wasn't social earlier. Not in the past 18 hours had he said a word. However neither had she. And still Kita kept silent…till now. "Well...that is interesting."  She replied awkwardly before taking another bite of food. Her remaining silent while he did all the chatting did make her oddly feel like an idiot. And living on a relatively warm planet her whole life, Kita had never experienced severe cold temperatures herself, so she did find the information he told her intriguing. But she still was trying to wrap around her brain around the fact he was talking at all about his personal life.

That quickly changed however. The atmosphere within the room became extremely unsettling as Jacobi's demeanor changed from serious and sociable to pure hatred. In an instant, Kita really wished she wasn't there at the moment within his company. Much to her displeasure, a chill ran through her as Jacobi seemed to glare into her soul. Much like a predator deciding, preparing to pounce on its prey. Not in her lifetime. 

Instinctively she threw the plate and water container at Jacobi's face, giving her a chance of distraction as she ran over to grab a nearby weapon. Grabbing the shock rod he used earlier, she wasn't quite sure how to turn it on yet, but she figured there wasn't time. Kita had played with various long sticks in hand as a child, spinning them about out of boredom like a baton performer. This wasn't any different. She used it in that way to defend herself in case he decided to throw something back her direction. Still, that wasn't enough for her. Swiftly Kita rushed forward and took a swing at his backside with the rod, while also aiming for his crotch with her foot. 
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Jacobi Wylcott
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Re: A Beginning Shrouded

Post by Jacobi Wylcott » Fri Aug 09, 2019 6:26 pm

In truth he had not been so much speaking towards Kita as much as he was trying to speak to himself, trying to calm the monster - he once again failed in that regard as his mental stability began to implode. Her words came to him but they too failed to penetrate, it was likely that he had never even registered her speech at all before he opened his eye and glared at her. In that moment Jacobi was not lost, but then the - unexpected occurred.

Liquid splashed his face and he flinched from it, the suddenness of the attack and soon as he came towards reflex and instinct the dish and cup collided with him. The cup was but a metal thing and it impacted on the lower portion of his face mask, a metallic clang sounded and it served more as shock than any real damage. The dish was old and hardened clay from the once verdant world of Vorpa’ya deep in the Mandalorian Sector which was now a world sundered in open warfare. It was a tough item but when it also impacted with the upper half of the mask where the metal ended and the skin began, it shattered and a splint of sharpened pewter cut a line beneath his blind right eye, blood leaked from the cut but again - this was nothing of the sort of damaging attacks necessary to end a combat.

She leapt away in a blur of motion, and he sighed inwardly - things were about to get more complicated. The infamous rage Tormentous had been known for surged to his core and he arose from his seat, picking it up and launching it across the cargo hold - not towards Kita but just randomly in a fit of madness. When he looked upon Kita no longer was his left good eye the stern and focused orb which had evaluated her earlier - now it was widened with the utter fury of a sun behind it and the vibrant blue it had once been seemed to slightly add hue to it more towards the spectrum of green. Though the difference was minute and would be hard to notice. His chest heaved as he breathed in hard and fast.

He paced back and forth like an absolute caged animal, fighting with the urge he held to leap upon her and tear her arms off just to beat her to death with them. Or to grab a piece of that pewter dish and gouge her pretty little eyes out for spite - but now he faced the light and she could see him easily now. If she wanted to later identify him then she could though the real question was if she had ever seen Darth Tormentous’ face before - perhaps on a news vid or the like.

Inwardly Tormentous was sorting out the details of what he needed aside of what he wanted. He wanted to break this little whelp and by any and all means he could take her apart and do so. But if he fostered her and took the insolence in stride then he could mold her into a weapon the likes that Blood had been in the beginning. If not even greater. More was at stake here than simple pride and the gratification of revenge for some water splashed in his face. This was a moment where an entire galaxy amusedly looked upon his foolish status and smiled in irony. Then again, did he truly rely his future on the whims of a rebellious young woman? If he could not conquer his foes himself then for what purpose was this deceptive crusade for anyways?

His eye fell back in place upon her defensive stance and he gauged her skill by her body language. Competent with melee weapons yet uneducated with technology as witnessed by the shocking head’s inert status. There was much she needed to learn to even be sent on a first mission let alone be used to fight and take down the current Dark Lord of the Sith. It was a huge investment to commit to her.

Maybe she wasn’t worth it after all.

Maybe he’d just turn this green behind the ears civilian over and be done with it.

Or maybe - his eyes narrowed. He’d just kill her now and toss her out the airlock to prevent Blood from having her and causing trouble later down the road. His hand slowly reached behind him and he menacingly drew a sixteen inch combat knife from his belt. It was double edged though the top blade was serrated and there was a ring in the grip to hold his forefinger - better to stabbing and gutting.

He stomped forward, without care of the inert prod she held. She made forward to attack - his expression went from anger and hatred to one of disdain and near disgust. Her body language sold the attack a mile away, her eyes were trained on the area she wanted to strike and her shoulders were set to also sell the movement along with hip angle and the arch of her opposing foot which was placed back slightly to support weight into the kick. Yes - there was much she needed to learn.

It came at him clumsily and with almost casual ease he twisted his hip and let his shin absorb the blow. It never slowed his pace as he tame towards her. His right arm flexed, the knife set into his hand and he stared into her eyes as if to silently promise to her that he was about to enjoy this.

Tormentous came in fast and viciously hard, putting arm, shoulder and hips behind the thrust that would send Kita screaming into the void, aimed for her heart. But her staff was held in defense. She had not set to attack him early on with it and with it held in reserve she surely wasn’t dead yet. In any case, the thrusting knife would not hit its mark as intended. Be it improperly aimed - which was unlikely for the vast combat experience he held - or guided astray. Whatever the reason, the knife would instead be thrust to graze the shoulder or even cutting a length into it but primarily capturing the clothing on the shoulder and pinning it into the back wall behind her.

Whether it would truly be a miss or not would ever remain silent.
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Re: A Beginning Shrouded

Post by Kita_Ikari » Sun Aug 11, 2019 9:50 am

It came as a surprise to Kita that the plate she threw actually managed to cut him. His reaction to her assault was not what she expected at first either. Kita flinched briefly as Jacobi threw the chair he was previously sitting on, across the room. She had seen his eyes earlier, but not his full face. Seeing that face mask that covered the lower half of his face, she wondered what its purpose was. As he came towards her, she had already acted in turn. Unaware of the blade in his hand as she went for her opponent. 

Kita's emotions not just moments ago were confusing. Relatively on edge and cautious, to suddenly afraid within an instant as she felt Jacobi's gaze change upon her. Yes, she tolerated his ranting and in a way didn't mind it, but she didn't appreciate what came after that. That menacing glare and dark feeling she felt from Jacobi, that's what really made her dare to attack him.

Missing his lower region, she made an impact with his knee instead causing her to stumble a bit. She wasn't expecting him to turn instantly at her attempt of impact. After gaining her balance and frustrated, she looked up in his gaze and found herself briefly frozen as he pierced through her with his good eye. In a second her blue gaze finally caught sight of the blade he swiftly thrust at her. Managing to dodge most of the blade, Kita found herself pinned against the wall by her shirt sleeve, blood slowly seeping from a minor cut the knife caused. She hadn't felt it yet however as her adrenaline was running high, blocking out any signs of pain. He stood close to her now, face to face...his hand still clutching the blade as Jacobi stared her down. Looking him in his good eye, she appeared as if she were about to start crying from the utter defeat. 

Lowering the rod in her free hand, it was useless now in defense against him. Jacobi already had her momentarily immobile. However, it wasn't over...she could still attack. A few tears slowly started streaming down her face...and then she bravely met and held her gaze with his. Cold, stern. Without warning and hand still gripping the lowered rod, she swiftly and forcefully aimed upwards to her earlier originally planned target. Straight for the gold between his legs. Kita had him where she wanted him, though unintentionally. Really, she was just fortunate such an opportunity was open to her. And Kita gladly took advantage of it. With him so close to her now, bodies almost fully touching each others and him still mentally overtaken in a blind fit of rage, Jacobi had no possible chance to dodge her attack this time. It would of been too late before he could pull away...
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"Captured by the Darkness, Kept from the Light" ~Kita
Sakura/Sasuke/Kakashi/Neji
My IRL Theme Songs
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https://youtu.be/Fp-ykQZQyQQ (Startear)

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