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  1. Life is just refusing to not be a dick... ARGH!

    1. Kure


      Punch life in the face, really hard.

  2. Lazarus

    Setie did her best to contain her nervousness as Atrox let time stretch before answering her question. She saw the disgust on him but wasn't sure if it was her questions that brought it or something else. The combination had her spine stiffening as fear warring with a frustrated impatience to simply get the matter over with. For now the fear won out, and she waited for whatever fate was in store for her. When he spoke, she listened, trying to make sure she understood and might see any pitfalls. A look of confusion crossed her face though as he spoke. Her mind taking what he said and turning it over a few times like some prospector finding a metal they were not sure of. She had asked the question out of genuine puzzlement. Her mother had always taught her that a servant and an apprentice were the same thing. One was simply taught while the other was not. Apprentice, servant, and slave were all the same thing, just with three different terms. Atrox was telling her otherwise and he was certainly more creditable in this then her mother who was a mere overseer. A lifetime of programming was hard to combat though. Her mother's conditioning had the word "no" floating in her mouth. Fear of what would happen when she failed (because Setie did not know how to even think of being a success) and doubt in her own abilities to even manage pressing harder than any force power Atrox or the Emperor might have conjured. She could only purposely clench her jaw and force herself to silence while she tried to think through the panic. There was probably some kind of cosmic irony that the Kaar came to her mental rescue. It was hard to have a mental critic railing at you when you had a very large and deadly individual looking you right in the eye. Her own mother never had looked her in the eye, and strange as it was Atrox doing that was...well not comforting but is certainly cut down that inner voice of her mother's. She blinked a moment as he told her to sit and opted to do so this time. His words already milling about in her head. Her mother always painted Sith as something akin to gods. To have power and freedom from everything. It wasn't exactly true but it was an image Setie always held in her head even as her mother informed her of how she was not going to be one for this flaw or that. The picture Atrox painted was much more manageable and sounded exactly like what Setie was trying to do. Had she not been trying to break free from what she had been told tim end again she was. Chart her own fate no matter what others said? Her brows rose as Atrox's tale of his past. She didn't claim to know if he was lying or not, but she couldn't imagine why he would bother to. After all, most of this was probably common knowledge somewhere, otherwise he wouldn't have told her in the first place. Still it amused her that there was some similarities in their backgrounds. Perhaps that was why he had taken an interest. Solomon's weird obsession pulled her into the light (so to speak) and Verrin's curiosity marked her enough to pull Atrox's attention. Though she did also note that none of this stated why he picked her, an actual reason besides some...empathy? No that was incorrect, it might have been the picture Atrox was trying to paint, psychologically make her feel like he was somehow an ally or a friend. Reality was not as such though. If anything, there was a lovely stark reminder of that as the Kaar pulled his lightsaber out. Setie flinched at the sight, one hand pulling on the hair that commonly hung to the side of her head and hid the burn mark there. Healed as it was it as still ugly and a source of shame to her and she always tried to hide it more when the memory sparked and pained her. Atrox spoke of her options but Setie knew them to be pretty words. She only had two actual choices, she lived or she died. The question was how she wanted to live, for she certainly did not wish to die. She might not fear death but that didn't mean she was ready for it to claim her. Everything in her was shaking violently but she managed to pull herself out of the chair again. She wanted to be on her feet when she made her choice, even if everything in her screamed it was a death sentence. It very likely was, but maybe, just maybe there as a chance she would survive and actually gain what she truly wanted. Very carefully Setie gave a bow, opted to kneel just to keep her knees from giving out under her. "Never did have visions nor care to. I pledge to abide by your teachings then Master..." she said, her voice shaking the entire time but she made it a point to keep looking at Atrox in the eye so he had no reason to question her sincerity on the matter. Mentally she hoped that she wouldn't displease Atrox any time soon. She wasn't going to be long for this universe if she did that.
  3. Storyline Advances

    Do you guys have a plan for non-forces? I ask cause technically I got a character in the army but without a war she won't have much outside of the criminal world.
  4. Technology Creation

    Sounds right up my alley for Cyrex there.
  5. *adds "Somehow negotiating work with a Kaar" to things her character somehow manages to be doing in spite of being small and insignificant.*

    1. Kure


      Those are the most deadly, pls.

  6. Lazarus

    Setie did not flinch or speak as Atrox used one of the spy's teeth to deal with him. That was something of a mercy, if a horrible way to die. She could think of worse fates though. The threat was registered in her head but honestly she could only mentally shrug at it. If death was the worst Atrox had for a traitor she couldn't help but be unimpressed. Torture, science experiment, slavery, and other such unpleasant methods of living popped to mind for Setie. She did not fear death, she feared the cage and the chains. Horrific as the man's death was, his suffering was done. There was a flick in her eye at the mention of her mother. She wasn't sure of what Atrox said but she could understand the part about her mother. She was both amused at Atrox for parading that before her and disgusted. Part of her did want to gleefully jump at the prospect of visiting revenge on her mother but another part fled from the thought. She wasn't sure which part was her and which part was just rhetoric beaten into her. She'd have time to puzzle over it though. Setie might have been lost in her own thoughts but her hearing was still good. As the Kaar spoke she could feel her jaw drop and hang there in shock. He hadn't just said what she thought he said...er had he? Before she could form a coherent thought though Atrox was moving away leaving Setie to shake off her paralysis and scramble after him. She was still trying to force her brain to work as the Kaar hunted down a book. Curiosity perked but she forced herself to contain it. It was never wise to let others know things you desired, even if it was as small as satisfying curiosity over a book. She could only stand looking stupid for now. She wanted to question, demand to know what was going on in Atrox's head. He couldn't want her for an apprentice. He had to have been joking. As the Kaar spoke again Setie counted herself glad that she contained herself enough not to stare with her jaw on the floor more. While she did not believe in the slightest that the man was offering a helping hand out of kindness she did have to agree with his statement. She was stronger than she had been before, but she was rudderless and more vulnerable than she liked. She gnawed on her lip nervously as Atrox spoke more, trying to review her situation. He might have tried to phrase things differently but Setie could read between the lines. It was amusing to her that Atrox seemed to dislike Solomon but the two had the same method of achieving their means. They demanded you bend to them or die, maybe that was just a common attitude among Sith. "If I may ask two questions my lord," she asked, her fingers twisting together as she mentally braced for some kind of punishment for just asking questions. Her mother had always hated questions, Setie couldn't claim to know if Atrox would be the same. "First, what is the actual difference between being your apprentice and working for you? Apprentices work for their masters after all, so is it only the question of if you teach me anything versus me fumbling in the dark? I would like to know what to expect when making an agreement...er...please?" She waited patiently for his answer, still twisting her fingers about as she wondered if she would get any answer to that or the next question. "And secondly... Why me? There are certainly others you could have brought in who are um... more qualified. Why me?"
  7. Posts tomorrow!  Please Life let me do posts! *slaps Life with a yard stick*

    1. Kure


      Take your time :P

  8. OOC Accounts

    Guess merging with Setie would make the most sense.
  9. Thread Name: That lovely College Experience Theme: Social Faction: Anyone that would be lurking in the library. Location: Library of Ancient Knowledge Synopsis: Cyrex is trying to use his time recovering to research Sith Warblades properly. Unfortunately he's not very good with the whole researching thing...he's more into stability death and war. Looking For: Thought this would be a good way for Cyrex to meet more people since he's pretty lean on folks he's met.
  10. Lazarus

    Setie wished she could have read the Kaar’s mind. While he certainly wasn’t trying to hide his expression she couldn’t tell if he was pleased or not from her answers. It made her nervous and hope dearly that the little smile he wore for a second wasn’t one meaning he was about to use her blood to paint something. Just the thought made her pull back into herself more...which only made Atrox laugh? "Understanding the enemy is half the battle, Andal. You've revealed that behind your rather pathetic demeanor, there is something stirring, something powerful - yet you have yet to fully grasp it and cling to it." She couldn’t help but sigh at the first comment, frustration once again filling her. Everyone seemed to think Setie had power yet she didn’t see it. She supposed that was what the Kaar meant by she had yet to grasp and cling to it. Frankly she thought it would have been more helpful if someone would just fracking give her an instruction manual on this because she was getting tired of hearing she was powerful and not seeing it anywhere. She could not however help but cringe as Atrox told her not to refer to Cideon as Emperor. How was she suppose to know Cideon had been his master? She had not exactly been around when Cideon had ruled after all, she had been hiding on Nar Shaddaa. Setie decided it was better to just nod and remind herself not to talk about the man again unless she had to. She didn’t trust her voice to work under the terror. She continued to nod as Atrox spoke about her answer. She agreed that knowledge wasn’t everything. She had grown up on Korriban and learned well but she’d never been able to apply anything on top of being limited in her learning. Theories were one thing but you needed experience and experiments to learn and stretch. All the knowledge in the galaxy was useless if you didn’t use it. It had been one of the reasons she had left after all. She had wanted to get out and live instead of constantly stagnating. The Kaar shifted topics then, speaking of his other guest of honor. Setie was confused about it as he grabbed the bloody gloves and headed for the room he’d revealed. Her nerves increased but she managed to hold onto them as he commented that he hoped she hadn’t eaten in the last few hours. She followed nervously, edgy from Atrox’s demeanor and the smell of blood that hit her along with less pleasant stenches. Setie blinked as she took in the sight on the table. Her brain already cataloging wounds by severity. She could tell the man wasn’t dying. Shock was nasty but from what she could see he was tended for that as well. She might have missed that entirely if it had not been for the blue tinge on his lips showing issues with blood flow. From all the cuts however that was hardly surprising, not to mention the removal of implants from the look of things. Confusion crossed her face as Atrox said Khul spoke highly of her. She had to take a moment to place what he was talking about and then she paled a bit from the memory. “I-I didn’t ...uh what I mean is-” She was tongue tied from things. She certainly did not believe she was the reason the Empire escaped. It was complete luck that she hadn’t gotten them all sucked into space and killed honestly. She had not done anything worthy of praise but then Khul couldn’t have known that. He was from an older empire, like she was. He probably thought her intending everything she did. She had to struggle against that internal voice that always sounded like her mother scolding her for pretending and telling her how dead she was when the Kaar found out what a lie it was. She had no idea how to correct it though without admitting to gross incompetence and she really did not want to do that. Then finally Atrox explained why she was here...or at least the overt reason. First there was panic as Setie’s brain zeroed in on the threat of being next on the table. A few things rattled as she breathed and held onto control by simple will to live. She started looking at her options in her head then even as her eyes snapped around to take everything like a wild animal looking for a way out. It was all a struggle, but she had to concede that she wasn’t getting out of here without doing what Atrox wanted. She was puzzled though on what exactly it was that he wanted. She didn’t believe for a second that Khul kept whatever information from the Kaar and she certainly did not believe that she was going to get answers that Atrox did not already get. So if he wasn’t looking to get information out of the former cyborg then what was he wanting and how was Setie figured into this? This had to be some kind of test that told Atrox something, but was it about her or about the man on the table? As she tried to remember to breathe Setie stepped closer and started looking over Khul like she would a patient. She needed to have a good idea of the damage done so she didn’t end up killing the man, at least not physically. From the look of him he was already destroyed mentally and was just waiting for the body to catch up. She recognized the demeanor of a broken person well, she’d seen it in the mirror often enough growing up after all. Khul would tell her anything, but that was the problem with torture. When you inflicted pain so much people would tell you anything to make it stop, that was why you had trained interrogators who knew how to manipulate and detect the truth. This wasn’t about Khul, this was about her in some way. Biting her lip Setie shifted to Khul’s feet and elevated them just a bit. It would help with the blood flow issues he was having for a little bit. Atrox might not like it but she had something of a plan going in her head...she just hoped it was good enough. She took off her outer robe next, using it like a blanket over Khul. He seemed to register the kindness and looked puzzled up at the ceiling. She knew that pain too. She needed him to come back a little though to answer her questions otherwise she was likely not to get anything. Trying to remember some of the psychology she had studied when trying to understand people better she did her best to keep her voice light, like there wasn’t a very large and dangerous shadow towering over the pair of them watching her every move. “Hello Lyle, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Setie,” she said, hoping the first name basis might help him think of her as a friend and confide in her better. “I have some questions for you and I need you to answer them honestly ok? I’ll sense if it’s a lie and you will not like that so do be careful. I wouldn’t want to accidentally kill an esteemed guest of the Kaar here.” Khul swallowed but said nothing else, his one eye still staring up. Taking a breath in hopes of calming nerves Setie did her best to focus on Khul, trying to feel out any dishonesty she might encounter. She didn’t doubt he would be cooperative at first but at some point he was going to test his boundaries. She didn’t inspire fear like Atrox did and he’d probably think her weak enough to con. “Let’s start with some easy questions yes?” It went on for a few moments with Setie covering the basics. Occasionally she made it a point to slip in a question about the station. Those Khul resisted a small bit. She was pretty sure it was from pre-programmed behaviors of an agent trained not to speak of his mission but it might have been the mental trauma as well she supposed. She could not have claimed to know exactly so she would ease around them instead. They did however come up more frequently as she spoke, reminding him that they would get to them. Eventually the inevitable happened, Khul told a lie. Maybe it was nerves or terror or his broken mind or he was testing his boundaries and trying to come back into the fight. Setie didn’t know and short of ignoring the lie and risking Atrox’s ire she couldn’t do anything about it. He was being lenient right now and he wasn’t likely to stay that way if she veered off in a direction he didn’t care for. The person on the slab was however dead no matter what she did, and the kindest thing to do likely would have been to put him out of his misery. She couldn’t do that though, she was pretty sure Atrox would have an issue with it. So she simply sighed and shook her head at Khul like a disappointed parent. “I warned you about lying,” she said. There was no emotion in her voice as she did her best to pull herself back from what she had to do mentally. Not that she was sure what to do in the first place. Setie wasn’t use to having power over someone, any kind of power. She wasn’t use to inflicting pain on people, not when they were effectively helpless. She’d hurt others in a fight but never like this. She was a Sith though and she needed to act like it...even if it simply felt wrong. Biting her lip Setie looked to Atrox for a moment, trying to gauge if he was going to be upset by things. She couldn’t but it was habit to try and avoid potential reprisals by asking permission, even if it was silently. Still gnawing on the lip she looked back to Khul and tried to calm and center herself better. The nerves and fear in her belly were making it difficult but she could use those...she hoped. She didn’t dare cut Khul, the shock already had him in a bad spot and if she kept slicing he was likely to die from blood loss. Lightning or choking also were likely to cause to much damage to help either. “The ability to heal is the ability to harm…” she murmured under her breath quietly to herself. She’d never tried using her healing ability on someone else, but S’irakar’s words of how the dark side did not heal were true, it hurt to use that ability. At the same time though, if she could pull it off Khul would be in a better condition, and Atrox might get his “answers” still. The only one off poorly would be Khul but that couldn’t be helped. Carefully Setie pulled the Force to her, focusing on Khul’s body as she pulled the robe down enough to eye one of the gashes on his chest. Blood pulling skin from the clothe and making Khul squirm a bit. Slowly Setie applied the Force, trying to push it to Khul instead of using it on herself. It was harder to do, it felt strange in so many ways. She tried to imagine it as part lightning attack and part heal as she focused on the wound and pushed hard at the body’s natural processes. She had to muscle it along instead of letting it take it’s time. Khul gasped and then let out a wailing scream, it was such a horrible sound that Setie jumped and lost her concentration thinking she had killed the man. The wound was a knitted together some though not all of it. The flesh pulled angrily and fresh blood seeped from it. Khul blinked at her in confusion and agony. “Wh-What was that?” Setie’s wrung her hands together, trying to contain panic as she double checked Khul’s vitals. “Uh...W-Well…” she bit her lip against saying that she wasn’t entirely sure. She was never going to get Khul to answer things if he didn’t think her competent in some degree. “I closed part of your wound,” she said, deciding to stick to the facts about things and let the human mind play havoc with the unknown like it usually did. “Y-You what?” “I started fixing your wound,” Setie said, annoyed at having to repeat herself but the horror in Khul’s tone gave her an idea. “Every time you lie, I will do that again. If I fully restore you...well then I won’t be needed and the Kaar can see to your comfort again like a good host.” She wasn’t scary no, but from the expression on Khul’s face the idea of being put through the Kaar’s entertainments again was not something he wanted. This was a much better method for Setie, she wasn’t hurting the man (at least not exactly) and she didn’t have to risk killing him outright on Atrox then. “Now then, let’s talk about the station hmm?” “W-What do you want to know?” Khul asked, for once looking scared of her. It was a new thing for someone to be afraid of Setie. She wasn’t quite sure what to do with this feeling or how to even process it so for now she put it aside. “Tell me about it. Tell me about your mission. I’ll let you know when I have questions or need clarification. Remember not to lie though. You don’t want to upset our host right?” She did her best to have Khul cover everything, doing her best to keep her senses open to pick up any lies. Whenever she caught one, even if it was small, she worked on another wound until it was closed. The hard part was not so much the questions or the manipulation of tissue, it was keeping her focus. She got lost a time or two after Khul lied, fascinated by the process she was doing even if she failed a few times and trying to see how good or bad it worked without really paying attention to Khul’s screaming. She knew how to tune that out from her days working in labs after all. Other times she would sit quiet just staring at Khul, trying to get a better hold of the emotions running through her. This unnerved him but she needed it to just calm down. It was a heady thing to suddenly have power over someone, even under the pressure with Atrox breathing down her neck. Between the Kaar and her low opinion of self she managed to keep from getting overly eager on matters. It was a difficult balancing act between enjoying the moment and being frustrated that she’d never have power over someone again. Not to mention the prospect of ending up on the table still hanging over her head. Finally Setie was out of time, or at least out of questions. Khul had talked about everything she could think to ask him about, save for what he had said about herself. While she was curious she didn't think them relevant and didn't want to waste anyone's time. Sweat was running down her back from matters but even if she didn’t learn what the Kaar wanted she was pretty sure she could do the odd flesh mending again. It wasn’t much different from using tools, it was just that the Force was her tool instead of other things this time. Using her sleeve to mop her face a bit since there wasn't any rags around Setie looked to Atrox, trying hard not to fidget from nerves. “Was there anything else you had for your guest my lord? I am afraid I have exhausted any questions I can think of.” Please let it have been enough… Setie was pretty sure if she ended up on that table she wasn’t leaving as anything but a mangled corpse.
  11. War Thread: Coruscant

    I'm still up for things! Just need to get Telera redone first so might be slow to join.
  12. Setsuna Andal

    Name: Setsuna Andal "Setie" Gender: Female Species: Human Rank: Sith Apprentice Date of Birth: 8/3/3652BBY Appearance: Setie is a petite and slim woman with copper bright hair and green eyes. Her hair is worn long and combed to the left side of her head. Under the hair and down the left side of her face is a burn scar she mended herself. She hides it under her hair and commonly hides the rest of her face in the hair when she's wishing to be anywhere else. Possessions: Veda Cloth Robes in apprentice style Nanosilk Robes Hide Armor for training Mesh Armor for actual battle Lightsaber (Red Synethic Crystal) Personality: Setie has a great deal of mental damage that makes it hard to pin down who she is to most people. Underneath the PSTD, Cognitive Dissonance, Anxiety, and Depression however she is a very sweet individual who cares probably far more than is wise. Years of emotional manipulation and attacks from being emotional have left her tying to contain and deny them because she has linked them to pain and ridicule. This has stunted her abilities and her self esteem badly but also given her more compassion for the weak than your average Sith. To most though she simply seems an overly nervous sort and more than a little dim in the head though she is certainly not stupid and is quick to try and capitalize on a given situation if she can. Skills, Abilities and Talents: Setie has shown an amazing aptitude for medical skills. She finds the methods of the body itself interesting and the effects of the Force on it to be fascinating. She has also shown skill in using various Force powers and has shown a talent for stealth born of years hiding and running from her abuser and students that were bigger than her on Korriban. Setie suffers most though in physical aspects. She will certainly never be a great master with a lightsaber and doesn't know strategy very well. She is also very awkward in social situations and nerves cause her mouth to loosen making it difficult for her to lie. The most dangerous thing to Setie though is easily herself, for she talks herself out of victory long before the enemy shows up. Biography: Setsuna Andal or "Setie" as she prefers was born to Kelna Andal on Dromund Kaas in the year 3657. To say she had a difficult childhood is an understatement. When she was five her mother took a position as an Overseer on the Sith world of Korriban to train new acolytes. Although her mother was strong in the force Setsuna showed no signs of force sensitivity and was commonly bullied and terrorized by the students. She often stayed hidden in the family quarters and if she ventured out did her best to be as small and unnoticeable as possible. Her mother did not make life any easier as she commonly bemoaned her daughter's lack of force sensitivity and belittled her interests, treating Setsuna as more of another student than a daughter. She even told her daughter she was her father's revenge but refused to tell Setie anything else about her father, often hanging it over her head as a prize that Setsuna never received. When she was sixteen Setsuna was found to be force sensitive, though small and considered pathetic it warranted training which Kelna opted to oversee herself. While Setsuna did her best in her tasks she was often disciplined for not doing things correctly by Kelna who insisted the girl had potential but kept holding back. Eventually, Setsuna was given up as a lost cause for molding into a Sith to send to the front lines. Her interests in medicine and biology however along with her still viable force sensitivity landed her a place helping with research under the Sphere of Biotic Science when she turned twenty and she was back on Dromand Kaas after years on Korriban. Although she never garnered the attention to become more than an acolyte her help with a number of projects was deemed invaluable by fellow scientists for helping to keep test subjects alive and she was allowed to remain an acolyte with the hopes that being out from under Kelna might spark more ambition. She was however being considered for permanent removal when the True Empire attacked Dromand Kaas. While many of her fellow Sith fought to the death or switched sides, Setsuna opted instead to flee and somehow managed to escape on one of the merchant or transport vessels that fled the planet and the battle. She landed on Nar Shaddaa and lived off small jobs fixing up individuals in the seedier areas. One day though a pair of bounty hunters on the orders of a Sith showed up to take her back to Korriban. Setie resisted and almost escaped but the Sith intervened. While a prisoner on Korriban Setie became a pawn in a game that touched off a Civil War. She managed to escape into the chaos and crashed onto Dromund Kaas where she worked with a group of criminals hoping to get passage off world. Instead though the Sith from before hunted her down but this time with the intent on training her. With no other choice and no way to get away Setie agreed. Character Skills and Abilities: Force Powers Enhancement Force Dash Force Jump Restoration Force Invigorate Protection Force Stealth Astral Force Sense ⇉ Force Sight Perception Force Persuasion Force Camouflage Psychokinesis Telekinesis: Expert Force Push ⇉ Force Whirlwind Force Wound Environment Force Shock Skills Lightsaber Novice Single Saber Form I: Novice Shii-Cho Medical and Torture Novice Biosurge ⇉ Intermediate Biosurge ⇉ Expert Biosurge Stealth and Survival Novice Stealth
  13. Beneficial Arrangements

    Setie gave Vanessa a small smile as they walked, listening as the woman mentioned being from Alderaan. Setie herself wished she could say she knew about the jungle. Though she was born on Dromund Kaas and raised on Korriban she had to say neither planet really struck a cord in her like Vanessa. That might have been due to her being stuck with her mother in halls though. She hadn't been allowed out of such places, much as she wished. Oh she would sneak away sure but she knew predators of all kinds lurked and she would be food or worse if she'd gone to far. When she had been old enough to wander on her own she had still been convinced she was to weak to and stayed put. She wished she could have had Vanessa's courage and strength as a child. Then again maybe Alderaan was not as dangerous? Setie certainly did not know. She followed Vanessa and did her best to focus on her breathing as they went. The closer they got to the edge of civilization the more Setie had to focus and try to calm herself down. She was just going to learn how to handle her saber, there was nothing to fear. Vanessa was not like her mother and going to carve her up. There wasn't any reason for Vanessa to carve up Setie, she barely knew her and she certainly was not one of Atrox's cronies. Setie was thankful that Vanessa didn't go to far into the wilderness. Setie was many things but an outdoorsman she was not and she would have gotten completely lost without the sounds of the nearby city. She was still likely to run in circles for hours on end but there was a higher chance for a patrol to find her at least? The tension that Setie had been combating the entire time was still there and as Vanessa unclipped and activated her own saber Setie flinched, unable to check the reaction. The sound of the saber enough to have her wanting to run for the hills and her face itch from remembered pain. She had to remind herself that she was safe. It was all just a lesson and she was going to be ok. Biting her lip hard to try and keep herself rooted in the now instead of in the past, Setie pulled her own saber from her belt. Her hands felt like ice as she fumbled a bit for the switched, triple checking that it was on a low setting so it wouldn't hurt Vanessa if she was hit by it. The thought was laughable really but Setie preferred to be safe than sorry. With fear barely kept in check from becoming a full blown panic Setie did her best to remember how she was suppose to be standing, checking her feet four different times and her hands five before even looking up at Vanessa. "Can't say I've had the time to really consider the lightsaber as a part of me," Setie commented before gnawing on her lip again. "Only had this one for a few months at most. I've been reading and trying to use training droids but they don't give much feed back on things I'm afraid. Makes it hard to know if I'm on the right track." She did not think of how her comment implied that this was her second saber and not her first one. Even as she spoke her white knuckled hands started trying to shake, making her blade wobble before she turned her attention to it. She purposely clenched her fist hard on the hilt to make the shaking stop. With nothing else presenting itself Setie tried to go through a drill but her actions were choppy, they didn't flow like most actions with a saber. She stopped between each movement trying to make sure she had the next one right in her head before she did it. There was no trust in her own abilities or memory to do what she should and the fear rolling off of her was enough to choke on.
  14. Beneficial Arrangements

    Setie's smile widened a little as Vanessa commented that she'd forgive if Setie did. "That seems a good idea to me," she said with a nod and did her best to put it out of her mind. It lurked but she'd have to deal with it and try not to be so damn chatty. The red head wilted a bit in relief as Vanessa said she'd be happy to help, though Setie's mind knew the price tag was still there. She bit her lip against the urge to talk out of nervousness again. Vanessa would help her with the physical part of saber work but it was the mental and emotional part Setie was nervous about. She wasn't sure it was wise to talk to Vanessa about that though. If Sith started knowing about Setie's problems they could be used against her later. It was bad enough Setie suffered panic attacks but to tell someone that she had trouble just holding a saber? Well Vanessa was likely to learn that soon enough. Let her learn it that way though instead of Setie talking about it. The blonde woman could then draw her own conclusions about things and hopefully Setie would be able to dodge discussing the trauma her mother had inflicted on her. Setie did her best to keep an enthusiastic and reassuring smile on her face when Vanessa seemed a bit nervous. She was reminded that Vanessa knew about as much about her as she did about Vanessa, which was to say very little. It could be that Vanessa thought she was more dangerous than she actually was. Setie pondered dispelling that illusion, but really if she was asking Vanessa for help she'd already shown that she was not the blonde's superior in any way. And then came the payment part of things. Setie couldn't help but sigh a bit at how predictable it was. In the end Sith were very easy to understand. Whatever they did had to benefit them in some way. The more they could get the better. She supposed it would have been insulting if Vanessa didn't try to get more out of this deal, it meant the other woman thought that Setie had some value at least. She almost felt bad for not informing her otherwise. "You have a high opinion of me then," Setie commented with a scowl. "If you were in my shoes you would know what an incorrect statement that is. But that is why I was seeking aid in the first place. When you don't have a decent master to teach you, you get creative." The past about her master was something of a gamble. True Setie did technically have one, but he was an absent one which made it difficult for her to learn while also granting her freedom to do what she willed. It was why she was keen to stay under the radar and not make waves. At some point she'd likely need to see to finding a better teacher but for now, she would have to see about learning what she could. At least she was likely to be powerful that way? Sith philosophy always paraded about how the struggle made one stronger and such...even if half the time that wasn't enforced as Overseers and Masters played favorites. "I'll just request that if you ever need help in the future to remember my limited capabilities then," Setie said then with a smile. She'd leave the illusion that Vanessa was doing things out of the goodness of the heart but remind the blonde that there was many things Setie couldn't or wouldn't do. After all if Vanessa tried ordering her to go assassinate the Emperor or something Setie was likely to tell her she was an idiot and refuse. Thankfully that was unlikely to be on Vanessa's mind...hopefully. She gave a nod as Vanessa commented on the library not being suited for combat training. "Outside the city will be fine. I-" She paused a moment, thinking before she frowned."I actually have never been outside the city, unless you count the port." She made the observation sound like a confession. "Always been more of the type to lurk in libraries and laboratories than to be out in the wild. If you know a good spot I don't mind visiting it."
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    Setie blinked in surprise as Vanessa seemed to snap awake and started talking. It was a shock to find someone else who had a tongue that ran on wheels as much as her own. Granted the situation was different, Vanessa wasn't smarting off to people bigger than her after all. Actually she wasn't getting smart mouthed at all. It seemed like she just lacked a filter from brain to mouth. Setie supposed there was worse ways to interrupt something. Violent ones came to mind first. Taking another breathe and reminding herself that honesty was (usually) the best policy with people the red headed girl twisted her fingers together nervously before she spoke. "I'm doing alright, besides having to be a guest when I didn't want to anyway. I was actually trying to find you here. You are doing well I hope?" Another breathe, this one with a stern reminder that no one liked having their time wasted. "You made a comment in the cantina the other night that made it sound like you were good with a lightsaber and I was hoping that you might be able to help me with it. I'm...not doing very well in that area." The rest of her speech came out quickly, as if she was hoping to cut off Vanessa from refusal. The nerves were dancing in her stomach and Setie had to remind herself that she was not likely to suffer from anything but a rejection if Vanessa did not want to be bothered. Though she did not like telling anyone a weakness, it rubbed any Sith the wrong way but Setie felt like it was a death mark for herself since she was far from powerful. "Not that I expect you to help me for nothing! I was thinking we could trade knowledge. I don't have much but I'm certain I can help you learn something! Trading is perfectly acceptable between students or we would never learn much beyond what our masters have time to teach us no? I mean I'm not much of a combatant but I can certainly stitch someone up as well as any doctor and know how to treat most ailments and have a few force powers up my sleeve that might be useful...oh but you'd likely not need that being Verrin's apprentice and with this library but there's gotta be something and dammit I'm babbling..." Well, she supposed as negotiations went that her and Vanessa were off to a good start. At the rate they were going their vocabularies were going to be completely exhausted by them babbling at each other. Or at least Setie's would, Vanessa had not been much of a babbler in the Cantina after all. "Sorry, nervous habit," she said by way of explanation and apology. Hopefully she had not put Vanessa off to much. Setie really did not want to go with option two of trying to find a tutor for lightsaber combat...specially since she did not have one yet.