Are you even capable?

[Allyson Locke]

I liked Coruscant to a point. The place had cities on top of cities on top of even more cities. The slums were hives of filth and the surface, well the surface was full of people like me. We had the money, the power and the advantages. Just thinking about it made me grin. There was nothing more wonderful in this world than power, with power came riches and worth. The more powerful you were the more worthy you were, you generated fear and demanded respect. All of this was what my father taught me, before I was over his lessons and decided to take his place. He knew it was coming, I respect him for his efforts but he was old and powerless.

Fingertips caressed the fine metallic table of the apartment. A place far bigger than I should have been able to afford at my age. Though, being the head of my family - one of the noble families of Serenno. I could take and gain whatever I wanted. There was fruit on the table and opening my palm I used the force to guide the apple to my hand. I examined the fruit, taking in its rich red color. It was lovely and it was my favorite color. I bit into its hard flesh and sucked in the juice. Perfection.

I ate the apple while I waited for my tutor. I call him his because no one is the master of me until they prove otherwise. The last tutor I had demanded I call her mistress, she used to pose to take advantage of me - which despite my constant disgust with the act I had enjoyed it. Though she proved that she was incapable of keeping her power. Now she was off being some pet for a pathetic forcer who came from the pits of this planet.

I sat down, crossing my legs pondering the thrills of my next tutor. I found out he was male, which I hoped he was capable enough to teach me what I needed to know to gain the power I hungered for. I demanded the best from TU, they knew better than not to deliver. So I sat here waiting for the man to arrive and I hope he wasn't a waste of my time.

[member="Marek Starchaser"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

Marek Starchaser was away from his space. He knew what was going on here. He knew what was happening. He was in control, for the moment. Some people fought their demons, but the demon in Marek, the one known as Peregrus was there. The man… men… whatever, had left the battle of Geonosis. Just up and left, their armor, their ship, they took the accounts and they were gone. The only person who would know where he was would be Alana. And she was smart enough to not contact her in a situation like this. When Marek went on benders, she knew, this… this was different. Coruscant?

He loved the urban jungle as much as the next person, but he typically didn’t come straight for Imperial Center. No matter who was in charge of this world, his father instilled in him its proper moniker. Even if the dying and worthless Republic ran the planet. He was here as there was someone out there, looking for a teacher. He could allow them to take the Obsidian Order trials when prepared by someone else. But Peregrus Marek was the Dark Side had the wild side of the Force, and he was intending to pass on his knowledge. Not to Token, the cousin who could but wouldn’t, nor to Jenn, she was too valuable how she was. He needed a fresh face.

He needed a true apprentice.

Was that thought Marek’s or Peregrus? Did it matter? He’d make his peace with this demon, learning and evolving from it.

He’d become something more.

The man was in one of his more casual outfits.

The man who entered the room did not care for such formality. No titles would be needed here, unless it came to the time when even Marek desired the title of master.

@Samanthe Quiwl

 

[Allyson Locke]

There was excitement in my chest as I could feel him arrive. Was he strong enough? Did he know enough? I had made a heavy handed request and I was curious to see if they would deliver. The echo of the door slid open and there I was watching as my supposed Master walked through the door. Features twisted as I looked at him, so casual despite the elegance of the room and the titles I had provided on my request. Did he not realize that the place he was going wasn’t the slums of Coruscant?

Standing from my seat, I continued to look at him. My eyes burned through his skull as I tried to register what was going on here. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t even acknowledge my presence. Was I supposed to treat him with absolute respect? No, I am Samanthe Quiwl. I am a Countess of Serenno, not something to be scoffed at. Yet, here he was so simple. I did my best not to show how much he bothered me, arms crossed in front of my chest as I kicked the chair slightly away from me giving me room to walk.

“Its not polite to enter a room and disregard the host. No one show you proper manners?” Of course not, he must be someone to announce or bring me to the man that was supposed to be teaching me. My arrogance disregarded my senses, I could tell the man in this room was strong. Despite this knowledge, I continued. “Of course not. I do hope you’re not the one who’s supposed to train me.” Pausing, I inhaled and then looked at the man. “You can’t even bathe properly.”

[member="Marek Starchaser"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

Was he best for the job? That was something Marek was always wondering. There were so many other Masters out there, so many other ways of viewing the Force and the definition of power. Marek had exiled himself slightly from his position, from his faction, from his life. He was out here, between One Sith and Primeval space, looking for the way to meld the parts of himself that were most definitely Peregrus with the parts of him that were definitely Marek. What he did know was he was changing with that.

Parts of his personality.

His care.

The number of feths he gave was really low.

Did she not realize just who he was? Probably not. Didn't matter. That was a lifetime ago now. Marek/Peregrus had been spending the weeks since the Invasion of Geonosis fighting with one another. Strangling themselves leaving themselves battered and bruised as Marek worked to secure his own spot in the Force, in the being that was, well, him. How many nights was he left not only mentally drained buy physically bloodied?

When this... Apprentice spoke... He threw a blast to telekinetic energy at her with the intent of shoving her to, and keeping her against, the wall. "You will watch your tone with me, young one."

Yeah, some things had changed.

@Samanthe Quiwl

 

[Allyson Locke]

I didn’t expect much from the man, especially what came next. Like I stated before, I knew he was strong, but my mouth kept moving. The Force moved against me and it knocked the wind out of my chest as I was thrown against the wall. There wasn’t enough time for me to try and counter it. If I did there would be no way in Chaos that I would be able to stop the force push from hitting me. There was a chance for me to soften the blow, but where was the fun in that? Somewhere inside of me I enjoyed the display of power, it showed me that maybe this man was capable of teaching me something.

Hopefully something worthwhile. Despite this thought and my brief admiration for his strength, there was a stubborn streak in me and I wanted to push his limits. He warned me about my tone, it made me smirk as I flicked my head brushing aside loose strands of hair from my face. Who did he think he was? No one wanted me about my tone, no lowly…”Cretin! How dare you attack me, you’re my guest, this is my residence!” I moved against the wall frustrated with my inability to break it. I closed my eyes for a second to focus on the Force and push it outward against his wall, it took a lot of out of me, but I was able to push far enough to create a gap enough for me to escape. Hands dusted against my torso and in defiance marched towards him and the table.

I waved my hand in a grand gesture in front of me flipping the table and smashing it into the wall adjacent to him. “I can do that too you know. I’m not scared of you, I’m not scared of anyone. You will never do that again to me, do you understand me.” I didn’t question him, I demanded and stated. He was here to teach me, unfortunately. Though I did want to see how far I could push and I would keep pushing till I found his breaking point. If he could prove that he was something I should respect…then maybe I wouldn’t be so much well…myself. “Answer me!”

[member="Marek Starchaser"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

No one new what to expect from Marek Starchaser, least of all his writer and especially after Geonosis? No one could predict who was in charge. Was it Marek or was it Peregrus? Or was it some mix of the two of them? That was the scary part. If the hedonistic Marek and the darker, more sadistic aspect within his mind started to work together. And a display of power? There was no telling if that was Marek or Peregrus, that happened with both, during the right circumstances.

She was the one looking for training, she was the reason he was in this excuse for a residence. He was the reason that the man who was having identity issues within his own fething mind was doing something aside from burying his issues in the nearest bad maid while running up a tab that would make even his bank account cringe.

The table came flying as the apprentice walked towards him. The master could only but grin. He called the Force, the dark side, the part that was purely Peregrus and his right organic hand began sparking with lightning, moving his fingers, watching the arcs skip along his skin, between his finger tips. Answer her? Answer her? The man of the dark side hurled the blast of lightning towards her. “During my tutelage. You WILL not make demands of me.” Marek Starchaser’s clear-blue eyes were becoming darkened, nearly black. He wasn’t going to relent to this quim.

@Samanthe Quiwl