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  1. Mind Over Matter

    Well, Kai may not have had the answers Darth Verrin sought, but she did sense the Zabrak seemingly 'entertained' by something she said. Either way, she did her best to offer her 'counsel' and once she was done with that, the acolyte expected to be dismissed. Before that would happen, however, the Sith Lord spoke at length with respect to the points she brought up earlier. Force-sensitives? It was by far, the most interesting news when it came to the tribal population. Well, it would certainly explain a few things. Like riding those awful beasts, to start with! In the end, Darth Verrin had made his decision. It may not have been what Kai expected, but then again, when did Sith go forth and do the 'conventional'? They were ordered to gather more intelligence and start integrating the tribeswomen into the Sith 'herd'. To that end, they would have to determine which ones would be the most suitable.... Not a task to be envied, Kai thought. Then again, she was not going into the unknown alone; the Zeltron was going to be in charge of this task as they went to interview their 'guests' waiting outside. "As you will it," Kai answered simply. She bowed to Darth Verrin, then to Apprentice Holle, then removed herself from Verrin's office content to wait outside. Hopefully, they would take some time to confer as to what Holle expected of her, and how the Sith Apprentice wanted to proceed. With the door closing behind her, Kai's dual-colored gaze befell the gathered women and a staring contest ensued. Might as well observe them here, while waiting for the Zeltron to emerge; it would give Kai and the Dathomirians a little time to get 'silently' acquainted.
  2. Mind Over Matter

    Preoccupied with thoughts of why she was being summoned to give 'counsel' to a Sith Lord, Kai did not even notice the tribeswomen at first. Barely had given them a passing glance, in fact - assuming they were there at the command of the Sith Lord - at which point it was none of her business. Stepping into Darth Verrin's office after being bid to enter, the Korun noticed they were not alone. There was another present, a female Kai did not recognize. The Zabrak moved to remedy her curious gaze, offering a brief introduction of Holle, one of his Sith apprentices. He would then speak at length, addressing the presence of native strangers outside his office door. Dathomir's nomadic tribeswomen to be trained as Sith? Interesting. Did they have enough instructors going around for this type of venture to achieve any degree of success? Harboring these and other reservations, Kai resolved to give this some thought before responding at length. Kai responded by bowing deep at the waist, first to the Sith Lord, and then offering a somewhat more 'shallow' bow to the apprentice. Wow.... that skin! So startling.... and so pink. A Zeltron? She had ran into Holle's kind before, back on Nar Shaddaa, when frequenting various casino and nightclub venues. This was the first time, however, that she would be faced with a Zeltron of the Sith.... variety. Kai wondered if the Sith Apprentice would unleash a string of biting comments her way, and she was not sure, why. Something about the woman just struck her as contemptuous and territorial. She did not have to wait long for the verbal vitriol to commence and mentally prepared for it, would not succumb to its obvious design. "Ah, a fresh whelp desperate to claw themselves above the deluge of filth that birthed them." Dark face retained its usual deadpan expression; dual-colored eyes flickered as she nodded. Due to Kai's lowly station, the Apprentice would not even turn when speaking to her. That too, did not bother the Korun; respect worked both ways, she reminded herself silently. On that platform, we are on even ground. Flicking her surreptitious glance away from the Zeltron, she settled a calm gaze upon Darth Verrin. Breathe. Just.... breathe. "Ah, sensei - forgive me - I did see the visitors outside but did not realize their purpose here until just now. It is true, I have spent some time here, living mostly in isolation to preserve my anonymity and hone survival skills. Therefore, I am not qualified to give adequate advice when it comes to having experience interacting with these people. Yet I feel compelled to point out that the ancient saying of 'united we stand - divided we fall' has much wisdom to lend in this situation. Wisdom that perhaps, we should build upon. First, I would investigate their numbers. When loyalties do.... get torn asunder, what quantity of natives would we be up against? Second, I would gather intelligence on their technology. If there is anything I have learned from frequenting your Library, sensei, is that one should never judge a book by its cover. Just because they appear primordial, does not mean that they lack quality in their warfare strategy, weapons, or ancient knowledge we may know little about. That which we do know, may only be the tip of the iceberg. But if we fully get to know a thing, we can control.... that thing. Third, I am not threatened by competition. It is but one means to hone the skills an individual needs, to strive for perfection. One of many." Silence befell her at that point, as Kai realized she had been going on for longer than originally intended. She deferred from speaking further until her betters bid her to do so.
  3. Mind Over Matter

    It took a while for this meditation to achieve any tangible results, Kai realized. Seconds felt like minutes and minutes like hours. If there was anything she had gotten down pat by now, it was breathing. Could not go wrong with that one! Her chest rose and fell with deep, rhythmic breaths that made her feel in control of things, in command of herself both physically and mentally. Her psyche was crystal clear, making it easy for Kai to attain crisp focus of whatever she put her mind to. Even Verrin's prolonged absence did not seem to tarnish her efforts. Initial anxiety at his ongoing disappearance made the acolyte curious, but Kai never let it get the best of her to the point where she would suddenly yank herself off the floor and leave the chamber in search of the Sith Lord. There could have been a small element of fear playing a part in that? He never gave her permission to leave the room, after all. Several more minutes passed. Given the bland setup of the room, Kai did not have much to play with but she did have the equipment she came in here with. Gloved hand moved to tap the edge of the sheathed vibro-blade on her belt before removing the weapon and balancing it on the fingertips of both hands, lifting it to the level of her eyes which then studied the object briefly before beginning to close. Within seconds, the vibro-blade began to tremble slightly, before finally lifting a few centimeters off Kai's gloved fingertips. The Korun's eyes remained closed as the weapon began to shift higher, assuming a slow clockwise spin. One, two.... feet up, one, two.... feet down. Repeat. Control the angle of the blade and the velocity of the rotations, and then-- --CLANG!! Spinning out of control, the blade smacked down upon the floor, its tip embedding itself dangerously close to Kai's left foot. The acolyte's eyes flew open as an echoes of a message she had heard in her mind only seconds ago replayed themselves again, and again. "Come to my office, Acolyte Kai Tsintah - I seek your counsel.... " A grimace of confusion set itself in the girl's dark features. Her counsel? The venerable Zabrak's age must have been catching up with him, dulling his wits. What could a lowly academy initiate possibly have to offer a Sith Lord, in terms of advice?! Sighing, Kai leaned down to yank the blade out of the floor tile and slipped it back into its protective sheath before getting to her feet and straightening her tunic. However strange the message, there was nothing for it but to follow its beckon call. Heading to Darth Verrin's office, Kai dismissed her thoughts altogether and focused on her breathing, slow and deep and even - pausing only to emit a light knock at the door while waiting to be admitted inside.
  4. Sorry for ugly delays with replying. Battling an infection but at least I have antibiotics now so should resume posting after they have kicked in.

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      Mirran Kai

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  5. Mind Over Matter

    Kai concentrated her gaze on Darth Verrin's knees (of all places), although her mental focus remained on every word that fell from the Zabrak's lips. He was still breathing rather heavily, her mentor.... her friend? If only. By now, the Korun had all but resigned herself to independent studies. She did come here; she did throw herself on the Sith Lord's mercy, asking for his tutelage? He made no formal acceptance of it, but neither did he throw her out with sunburst holes from the all-powerful Force Lightning, scattered all over her audacious self. Better a part time master than no master at all, Kai reminded herself grimly as Darth Verrin went on to unleash a monologue peppered with wisdom and knowledge. Zen state (or rather, BREATHING) - check. Advanced Force techniques for defying the vacuum of space, to be looked into later - check. Potential meditation is the stepping stone to building up and releasing the kinetic - check. She would continue to follow the sensei's instructions, practicing her breathing to the point of becoming aware of every heartbeat in the room, every inhale of exhale taken by both, hell, even the sudden vibration in the Force which told her that something (or someone), was coming. Or rather, it was already here. As if on cue, Verrin announced his departure, forcing Kai to merely nod her acceptance and sink back into the meditation as ordered.
  6. Mind Over Matter

    "So... what you're saying isn't so much that you need someone to show you things, but that you're choosing to bind yourself with that particular chain. You want to chain yourself to a master, a mentor, or some kind of guardian." She was looking for both, but not to chain herself - to learn. To experience. Evolve. Why did he always have to put everything in such blatant terms? At the same time, the Sith Lord did not begrudge or ridicule her way of thinking. This encouraged Kai and calmed her nerves. "Sometimes, temporary chains are necessary in order to attain independent goals," she agreed. "As to what I desire? Knowledge, yes. Power, definitely." Safety? Went hand in hand with the previous two. Comfort? The Korun could live without it given the hardships in which she was raised, but even she could recognize the potential in the latter, from time to time. Love? No. Far too elusive, perhaps unattainable, even. Every ounce of love Kai Tsintah possessed, died with her father on Nar Shaddaa. She could not even recall what that felt like, anymore - to love someone, and to know that they cared in return - enough to lay down their life for hers. Thankfully, Darth Verrin was already veering off onto a different track, the monologue continued. His hand came to clasp her own and she froze for a moment, still unused to the tactile contact and the uncertainty even the most benign touch awakened in the girl. The Zabrak appeared not to have noticed any of it and guided her toward the Library, continuing to explain matters of trial and failure. The longer he went on, the more relaxed and comfortable Kai became. There was something about the older man's voice that she would come to find unusually soothing. They would traverse the Library proper before entering his office. But this one was different from the spartan chamber with the desk and insane piles of relics, tomes and other memorabilia. This was an empty room. A puzzled look became her as Kai turned to look at Verrin with a questioning glance. Why were they here? Invited to sit, Kai did as she was bid, echoing Verrin's precise, simple movements. "Meditation is at the core of our training...." the Sith Lord began, his voice seemingly gaining in emphasis and power whether he was aware of projecting both, or not. She listened as he went over the basics of a Sith warrior's training and how the Force and combat technique were one. Her hand was suddenly released and the Zabrak drew to his feet, creating some distance between the two of them. From his robes he withdrew a weapon, not unlike a lightsaber but different. The hilt was longer, Kai observed at once. I thought that meditation was something to help me find peace, but it isn't. What was it, then, this key to absolute control? The Zabrak's feet shifted, both ends of his weapon igniting in a splendid show of violet plasma. She watched with bewilderment and awe, as he began to execute a series of movements - slowly at first - then faster, and faster.... Yet every motion was deliberate, precise and lethal. Soon enough, Verrin's body and his weapon moved quicker than her eyes could keep up with, as Kai made every effort to follow the man's instructions. "Reach out with your senses. Don't just watch with your eyes. Try to feel what I'm doing in the Force too." Keeping in line with his suggestion, Kai stretched out with her senses and delved head first into the matrix of glowing lines created by the intersection of all living things. It filled her from within and surrounded her simultaneously. And although she could no longer see Verrin's silhouette, nor could she trace the flashing trail of his twin blades, Kai focused deeply, seeking Verrin's life aura. His line seemed to flicker and disappear, before appearing in a glowing arc that finally came to a stand still in her vision. Suddenly, she turned, sliding forward into a knee, forcing her body to spin about a half circle. And there he was, the Sith Lord's majestic twin beams momentarily disappearing from view as the room was once again, brought to a quiet pause. "I am going to have to work on that third sister," the Korun acolyte admitted, humility infusing every word. "Teach me, sensei. I wish to become a master.... scooter."
  7. Mind Over Matter

    The leaf - it was precious to him. Verrin seemed to take unusual care in handling it, so Kai assumed it was very old and perhaps the only artifact of its kind, even. She was not about to ask what kind of recipe this particular leaf contained, even if curiosity was eating her alive at that moment. Old relics were fascinating and those containing Force secrets, even more so. When the monologue switched gears and the Sith Lord saw it fit to point out that the young woman already possessed some knowledge of object manipulation, she bit down her lower lip in frustration. "It is unstable, Lord. The power.... I have very little command over it. It appears to work in some situations but not in others. Why then, was I not able to call the lightsaber to my hand when Darth Tanit was about to strike me down, that day in the training pits? I focused.... and I pictured it in my mind; I could sense the energy flow through it.... how it connected to the sand, and the surrounding air, and eventually, to me, but it would not budge at all when I willed it to do so. Why?!" Kai neglected to mention to Darth Verrin that since that fateful day, she had not devoted a single moment to her Force studies - not even to practice her meditation. Every time she was almost ready to do so, her thoughts would run rampant and scatter, as if mocking her. She could not focus properly, because of that one.... miserable.... hangup? "You know, you are right, sensei," the young woman murmured gravely. "Maybe I need to return to the basics. When I first came here, my mind was clear, focused. I knew exactly what I wanted and I was able to keep my darker desires at bay. Now, after having tasted various knowledge, partaken in lightsaber combat, and been exposed to the overall atmosphere of the Academy -- I feel more unsettled than I have ever been. Did something break inside me, mentally? What am I missing? Have I bitten off more than I can chew?" At this point, Kai stopped herself, realizing that this frantic mumbling may be reciprocated with anger or disgust. "I don't want to fail but inside, inside I feel like I am. I cannot spend the rest of my days here, pouring my gaze over countless library books -- no disrespect to you, sensei. But this, being left alone, to my own devices -- this is not something I am ready for. From the day I could crawl, I had a mentor, a guardian -- a father -- to show me things, to push me along on my path of becoming an adolescent. How then, can I prove myself to attract the attention of a new teacher, someone who can stand me upright and steer me straight toward my destiny?"
  8. Say it like you mean it.

    "There is always some cost," Kai realized, murmuring to herself quietly after having witnessed Darth Verrin's scar and listened to the Sith Lord's detailed explanation of how the Dark Side healed injuries and even prevented people from dying. His reasoning seemed to make sense? After all, the Light and Dark sides were direct opposites. If one were to reach out with the Dark side, completely.... it could very well cause him (or her) significant anguish for drawing so far away from the Light. Idly, she wondered whether Jedi who drew on the Light side experienced similar pain by drawing away from the Dark side -- and then it occurred to her that in her botched effort to use Force-directed healing on Aiden's palm, she felt no pain and no discomfort of any kind. Still, regardless of comfort levels, Kai could not rely on it to be of any help to her. Not here, not ever. She had made her choice. "I understand, Lord Verrin," she replied softly, acknowledging his warning on any more future uses of Light side powers. "I was not even aware of doing anything wrong; it just felt natural, logical, even. And yet, ignorance is no excuse and the last thing I wish to do is bring the wrath of the Sith'ari upon myself. I beg your indulgence and forgiveness for that one, unfortunate mistake. I will do all I can to prevent it from ever happening again."
  9. Mind Over Matter

    Something had to be said for the element of surprise. It was not that the effeminate robot suddenly appeared in accordance with Kai's hopes. It was the fact that she had stumbled into the wrong place entirely and was likely saved by Maggie's timely appearance. Otherwise, the newly minted acolyte could have easily ended up on some angry Darth's torture rack. Given that the droid offered her something akin to a smile, Kai quickly replied with a silly grin of her own. Her eyebrows rose in embarrassment as she quickly acknowledged Maggie's kind offer to take her to the correct location. "I do appreciate this, Maggie. I hope you keep this between the two of us, me getting lost like this." Not a single mention of the fact that she had a datapad with the detailed map of the facility ~on her person, and simply opted not to use it. A quick shuffle of deft feet allowed her to catch up with the robot with minimum effort. Before she knew it, they were both on their way back to the Library, crossing the main floor and heading well past the perimeter of patrolling Guardians. As they passed a row of paintings depicting former Temple Lords Kai lowered her gaze as it now skimmed past Maggie's heels. She could almost feel their contempt of her, though the young woman consoled herself with the thought that it was probably all in her all-too-vivid imagination. Moments later they would arrive at an inconspicuous door which the droid opened without ceremony. Oh, boy.... now this looks rather familiar....! Kai thought, finally lifting her gaze from the floor and gradually bringing it to level with the spartan furnishings and the messy desk she had seen at least once before. I should have just come here to begin with; why did I think that an Overseer would have chosen some high and grand, lofty office at the top of the Academy? Fool. Next time, use common sense. While Kai stood there, scolding herself (and silently grateful that the chamber was rather dimly lit), Maggie was busy admonishing an Imperial Kaar. Something about a light source and a lamp, the Korun was far too busy attempting to make herself less visible by standing directly behind the droid to catch every word. Alas, Darth Verrin was only slightly preoccupied, not legally blind. And then there was that little pesky thing, known as the Force. It probably screamed her life aura the moment she tiptoed inside. "Good day, Acolyte. What's on your mind?" Sliding from behind Maggie's feminine posterior, Kai shuffled her feet and bowed in greeting. Her gaze instantly caught the outline of a rather large leaf which the Sith Lord appeared to be studying most intently. "Apologies in disturbing you, venerable Lord." Still distracted by the leaf, she forced her gaze upward and away from the contents of Verrin's desk. "I was unsure of where else to go. My people have a saying that knowledge and experience go hand in hand for achieving success. You are the most knowledgeable individual I know. Thus, I came to ask if you would consider.... teaching me the ability to move and manipulate objects using the power of the Force." Having recited that last bit in a single breath, Kai swallowed and fell silent; dual-colored gaze watching the Zabrak intently but without expectation, knowing full well that it was Darth Verrin's prerogative alone to accept or deny her request.
  10. Mind Over Matter

    Office of the Kaar of Ancient Knowledge 1 Week after the events of 'Ludus Summus' It took a while - her recovery from the first time Kai stepped foot in the Training Pits - far longer than the newly minted acolyte had originally anticipated it would. Apart from the numerous bruises and burns she suffered during Darth Tanit's lesson on perseverance as a Sith warrior, the Korun nursed some psychological wounds which seemed a lot more difficult to get past, than any superficial physical injury sustained in what she deemed to be, her most memorable training session to date. Kai's ego was no worse for wear; she did not take anything that was done in training personally and knew full well that everything that took place here, even everything that surrounded her, was meant to be an ongoing lesson and a (hopefully) fruitful learning experience. Many days afterwards, she would lay awake in her bunk and replay 'moment by moment' the basic Shii-Cho velocities the Dark Lady had shown her. Ever fresh in her mind, the exercises would become so ingrained that she would dream about the encounter almost every night. Her days were spent in the library, wisely keeping out of the way of the Guardians and other acolytes. Before Kai realized it, an entire week had passed without a single altercation. Neither did she manage to make any new 'friends' among her peers - likely due to her embracing the loner inside. But the solitary existence, however temporary, brought the Korun little peace and even less joy. Something was still bothering Kai; something left behind, there... on the sands of the blood-stained training pits. In as much as pursuing her academic studies allowed the Korun to gain some temporary relief to sore muscles and joints, it failed to bring her sufficient closure. Don't just sit here, a voice whispered inside, prodding at her restless psyche. Go out there, and do. But do.... what, exactly? Do not play ignorant, Kai. It does not suit you. You know what must be done, now execute. Standing up deftly, she closed the book her gaze had been pouring over for the past two and a half hours, and quietly tiptoed to put it back on the shelf where she had originally found it. The Guardians shifted past her, keeping sufficient distance as not to alarm the girl, neither approving nor condemning her behavior. They were simply there to observe, Darth Verrin's perpetually vigilant, ever-present shadow guards. Verrin. That's a good start, now run with it. Disgruntled at her ineptitude at shutting down her overactive psyche, Kai returned to the desk and gathered up a handful of datapads. What about Darth Verrin? He isn't even here.... Quick dual-colored gaze swept over her surroundings, failing to note the presence of the Dark Librarian. Likely stepped out to use the facilities, the acolyte thought. Even powerful Sith have to succumb to nature's call once in a while. You are one of the saddest acolytes in the history of this Academy, or well on your way to becoming one, the voice piped up causing Kai's brows to knit in frustration. Whatever. I don't even think I am an Acolyte yet. Just because someone said something doesn't necessarily make it so. One pathetic attempt in combat training does not equal a promotion, she spat back inwardly, striding out of the Library proper. Enough! I am going to take care of my business when I'm damn ready and without your butting in between my every semi-coherent thought. Silence answered her. Relieved, the Korun moved down the hall, then another and another, not really paying much attention to where she was headed. Before long, the young woman would ascend to another floor and make her way toward the Overseers' Offices, with the occasional pair of eyes or two, watching her from the shadows. There must have been many guards scattered in plentiful nooks and crannies of this place, Kai thought, still walking about aimlessly and yet attempting to walk 'with a purpose.' Verrin. That's a good start, now run with it. The thought echoed in her mind suddenly, as the acolyte haphazardly navigated her way to the center of the Facility. She saw a door in front of her, and caught the designation for what and who it housed inside, almost at the very last moment. Halting her momentum, she brought both her body and mind to a pause, still staring.... hesitating. It would have been so much easier if Maggie had stepped out in the next few moments, so she could inquire whether the Kaar was too busy to receive her. Inwardly, she laughed at her own audacity. A Kaar of Knowledge, seeing a nosy student on the latter's whim? Not bloody likely, Kai thought, already scolding herself mentally for having ventured this far. And then the image of her helpless, battered form materialized before her eyes, yet again. Like a fish out of water, the young woman was gasping for breath, reaching out for a weapon that lay far beyond her reach.... Her struggle was only the beginning of the long and harrowing journey. And if she wanted it to continue, Kai would have to step through the door facing her now, along with many others yet waiting to be discovered. Another moment passed, then another, and another. Kai's heartbeat intensified; mind straining to conjure up a vision, willing Maggie to appear. Here goes nothing. Or everything. Frak it. Stepping up to the door, she could have sworn she heard a brief commotion behind the door and yet chose to ignore it. Her arm lifted with guided determination, lightly balled up fist moving up to knock once.... twice.... before falling back to her hip and relaxing almost immediately as Kai stood.... and waited.
  11. Say it like you mean it.

    Kai stood frozen to her spot, a whirlwind of thoughts having its way with her mind. What did it matter what side was used as long as the objective was reached? Must the Sith always use the Force in a certain way or risk being branded a heretic and perhaps even killed? Wasn't the Force simply just that, the Force? To be used and mastered, as needed? Were there no exceptions to using Light side powers in the face of clear and present danger? The initiate shut down her mind the moment Darth Verrin started speaking, although she was not altogether convinced that she liked where his monologue was heading. Just the same, the Korun maintained a poker face and listened with her head slightly bowed. Amidst the guiding words, a demonstration would follow. Kai had the opportunity to witness this before where Darth Verrin was concerned. He did not merely talk. His words were backed by clear, concise actions that always seemed to get his points across. This particular presentation was no different, and it appeared (by design), to convince the initiate of the potent power of the Dark Side. "Darth Verrin, this technique you have just shown me - surely, it must have some kind of drawback, if not for the user then for the recipient of its restorative power?" For every action, there was an equal and opposite, reaction. Falling silent, Kai thought it wiser not to speak at greater length, given that she had already committed a blatant faux pas. Chances were, the Guardians might not tolerate another, even with a powerful Sith Lord's presence nearby.
  12. Ludus Summus

    Kai's eyes were closing as she expected one final, 'end game' blow. It would not take much, given her current state, to knock her unconscious for a good several hours or more. She could feel the last shreds of energy ebbing away from her, with none left to brace for whatever Darth Tanit was about to unleash. But to her great astonishment, the Dark Lady was not in her immediate vicinity any longer. The Force push had worked, albeit marginally, but her opponent did not fight it. Not that Darth Tanit could not overcome such a feeble attempt all too easily; she simply chose to acknowledge the initiate's attempt and 'go with the flow'. Her breath stilled, as Kai listened to the Sith Lord impart words of judgment her fellow peer. Dual-colored gaze lifted to regard Darth Tanit with muted gratitude. She had not given into her fear. This was a success, she realized - and the heart of the lesson that the Dark Lady was attempting to show her. The combat encounter was merely a vehicle for it, a journey onto a no longer cryptic destination. Still, Kai had only shown signs of it. It was a decent first step, but she had a long way to go yet. Concluding her remarks to Darth Verrin, the Dark Lady now looked straight at Kai, who began slowly gathering herself from the floor. Nodding in acknowledgment at the elder woman's words she could only beam with pride, but found that did not have the ability to voice it properly. Just as well, the Korun thought. Best not to risk inserting foot in the mouth right after words of praise. An even greater sense of bewilderment swept over her when the girl saw Darth Tanit's outstretched hand reach out to hep her up. She accepted it without question, bowing in gratitude as she drew to her feet. "My Lady, your words honor me. I will heed them with all due diligence. From this day forward, I shall focus on all that I have learned here today - from both you, and Darth Verrin." Turning slightly, she offered the male Sith Lord a bow as well. In his typical effortless fashion which Kai had managed to observe since the day she had first encountered the Darth Verrin, he beckoned her lost weapon to his hand and then offered it back to her. His mention of Kai acquiring a real lightsaber one day, made her heart skip a beat. With such a weapon at her side, no thug on Nar Shadda would be able to stand against her.... Banishing distracting thoughts, she dipped her chin in acknowledgment of Darth Verrin's words and clipped the training weapon to her belt. Yet it was his final comment that caught her off-guard. These last few minutes were nothing but surprises, and most welcome ones, for a change. Looking down to her boots for a moment, Kai appeared to study the dust that had freshly settled upon them while pondering a reply to the Zabrak's suggestion. "My Lord, I am as ever, resolved to pursue the path of the Sith. If this Academy finds me worthy of consideration, then I will do whatever it takes, to succeed in this endeavor."
  13. Say it like you mean it.

    Expelling a soft breath, Kai withdrew her hand from Aiden's and opened her eyes. Her face would have been ashen if it was not for the dark coloring of her skin, although dual-colored eyes held the tell tale signs of unspeakable fatigue, having glossed over as if she were about to faint. Taking an unsteady step back, the initiate bowed her head and murmured quietly. "Apologies, Master Rohl. It seems I have overreached myself." Now, she thought she had tapped into something; certainly, it felt as if the Force was working through her - but it had too calming an effect for it to be what she expected - a power borne of the dark side of the Force. No, this felt too ~ peaceful to be meant for the use of a Sith. Still and confused, unwilling to lift her eyes to meet Aiden's, Kai wondered if the Instructor had meant this exercise to be a cruel trick. It would make perfect sense if it was, but why pick on a nobody that knew nothing? And then he spoke, causing the young Korun to listen with all reverence, her head still bowed. She was uncertain what he meant by 'brilliant', for all she knew his hand was still bleeding (perhaps even profusely), and he enjoyed the gory sight. She tried to pick out undertones of sarcasm in the word but found none. And then, to her surprise, he commended Kai for her efforts. Her chin lifted slowly, only to freeze at the point where he uttered a subtle warning and confirmed her earlier doubts. A Light side Force technique, here of all places... And someone felt it keenly, perhaps more than one someone. Her heart fell. Aiden did not seem in the mood to discipline Kai for this 'transgression', even if he did willingly participate in the lesson and cut his own flesh to encourage her attempt to heal him. Kai simply did what came naturally. Her actions were dictated by simple logic and what little experience she had in the field of first aid. She did not know what to say to Aiden's commentary on the situation, so her words reflected only muted regret and willingness to accept whatever consequences to come. If there was a way to correct what she had brought about, Kai would do so. She only needed some proper guidance in the matter, even if it involved further discipline. The young Korun was not afraid of pain (be it physical or emotional), especially when warranted. "My ignorance has caused this. How may I make amends?" The initiate would stand and wait in silence, uneasy for the near future and hopeful that whoever felt the disturbance would prove as understanding as he (or she) was wise.
  14. Ludus Summus

    Barely managing to regain her footing, Kai realized at long last what was happening. She is putting me on the defensive, I must stop attacking and focus on holding off her attacks, she thought; her feet shifting to form a gap approximately a shoulder-width apart, one boot slightly forward to help balance her weight. Darth Tanit was not a woman to be trifled with; as a Sith Lord, she could give many men a run for their money. Simultaneously, too - the Korun thought grimly. Though she was ravaged by some unnamed and terrible illness, the Dark Lady showed no signs of tiring. Relentless and almost savage in her demeanor, she reminded Kai of a brutal predator from her homeworld of Haruun Kal, the fearless vine cat. Taming an inward sigh, the Initiate watched Darth Tanit push forward, her posture cautious yet ready to strike. It was definitely unlike anything the Sith showed Kai before, so not a Shii-Cho technique. Doubtful Kai would be learning that any time soon, the Korun thought grimly, bringing down the hilt-end of her lightsaber to the level of her navel as she readied for an incoming blow. Moments ago, she was picking herself up off the floor physically but now, her mind was scrambling mentally, attempting to read the Dark Lady for signs of what she would do next. The Sith was not giving anything away, and why would she? Kai was the learner and she, the master. Resolving to simply do her best and not worrying about failing, Kai darted to the left, spinning away from her opponent's reach. Narrowly missing tactile contact the first time, the young woman barely got a breath in before Darth Tanit re-attempted the move - this time, lashing out with a swift leg sweep, knocking Kai's next breath out of her. The Korun landed flat on her back, her weapon tumbling out of her palm with a dull clang. Her head turned, gaze darting after the escaped training saber. Thrusting out her right arm, Kai reached out for the tool Darth Verrin gave her, her eyes closing tightly as she visualized the weapon, its weight and its exact position in her mind. Once she felt the perfect picture in her mind, she beckoned to it with her thoughts firmly centered in the Force*, as if willing it to return to her by the sheer virtue of her will. The effort, as valiant as it was, seemed to no avail. The lightsaber did not move. And Kai was on her back, hurting, disarmed, and clenching her teeth in exasperation. This lesson was soon to be over; perhaps it was over before it even began. Darth Tanit would undoubtedly not waste this chance and have her either pinned physically or wrenching under the anguishing strain of her Force powers. With one final, frantic move, Kai threw out her left arm with her palm out flat as if signaling the oncoming opponent to stop. This time, she felt the Force surging through her body and mind, as if something finally 'clicked' into place. Her body and mind were one. She could sense the potential energy surrounding and binding her shift into a kinetic impetus; a brief wave that left her palm and surged toward the oncoming Sith. Not that she expected the Dark Lady to cease her momentum or abandon whatever intent she had in mind for the Initiate. It was far too late for that now, the Korun knew. But she would not abandon the fight until she either lay unconscious or Tanit herself ordered a stop to it. It was not the Sith way to give up.
  15. Out of town for Easter, will return April 3.

    1. Kai Tsintah

      Kai Tsintah

      Easter ended up with family having to take me to the hospital. Will post as soon as I kick the fever and bring down the infection.

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