Company Calls

[Sitara Qin]

She was idly plucking the loose strings off her mesh sweater. Her legs were dangled over the right arm of the seat, crossed together like she had nothing better to do. The threads came undone in her fingers, sometimes refusing to let go to the sweater that hosted them. She pulled until they got longer, and at that point she ended up coiling the strings between her index and middle finger. She closed her eyes and pulled hard, then she sprinkled the loose piece of thread on the floor with the rest of the pieces.

Needless to say, Sitara was bored.

She dipped her head over the left arm of the chair, her long dark curls touching the floor beneath them. Her eyes simply stared at the ceiling for a while, enjoying the ship’s lovely interiors. Her right arm was hugging the seat for support, and her other arm draped loosely against the chair.

Perhaps that was the sight the Sith Lord would walk into had he chosen to enter the room at that precise student. His apprentice would be lazing about barefoot in one of the seats with pieces of dark string scattered on the floor beneath her. Sitara became childish when she was left alone with nothing to do.

The light pierced her eyes, causing her to shut them temporarily. She moved her body so she’d fall over a little bit more. Her knuckles hit the ground and her vision adjusted to wall that was facing her.

She needed someone to come and entertain her. That or she’d just die of boredom.

| [member="Darth Carach"] |

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Sitara Qin"]

The life of a Sith Lord was a busy one, that ain’t no joke at all, Carach had a ten million and two things to do at any other moment of the day. Which meant that in reality? Well, who really cared about reality in a world such as this one, wasn’t like he couldn’t spare a moment to entertain a bored apprentice of his every once in a while.

And so Carach knocked once and then entered her chambers… finding her in a pretty weird position in the chair, he scratched his chin for a moment while leaning against the wall, before coughing softly.

‘Let’s go train you up.’

He finally said with a snort, it was time that Sitara became reasonably good in the stuff she needed to know to be an accomplished Sith.

 

[Sitara Qin]

He was upside down and against the wall. She blinked, realizing his words were spoken instead of simply drifting into her mind. Her lips curled into a smile and her tongue poked out at him. “Well, hello to you too.” She got up, her head spinning from the sudden jolt in movement. She wouldn't be surprised if this whole thing was actually an illusion and she'd wake up in some freaky holding cell. Carach liked to play his mind games after all, and from time to time, Sitara didn't really mind playing along.

She yawned, her arms stretching above her head. He was a lot more serious than he acted, and when she first met him, she was honestly intimidated. Little had she known what he was really like. She grinned; perhaps that was why she gravitated towards him. Where was he these past few weeks anyways? Probably busy with stuff. You never really know with Sith Lords.

She slipped on her boots and laced them up before walking over towards him. “Alright, training it is.”

| [member="Darth Carach"] |

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Sitara Qin"]

Carach drifted off, gesturing over his shoulder for her to follow along. They would pass Royal Guards stationed at regular intervals for the convenience of security, of course. Sometimes one of those pebbledrones would roll past, just to complete the entire image, but they would keep on walking without really paying attention to any of it.

“Tell me what the Academy has taught you until I picked you up.”

He asked over his shoulder as they walked towards the training halls, it was a huge ship they were on, the flagship of Carach personally. It held a lot of facilities to make it easier on the crew who were usually always on deck, shore-leave was a rare thing when it service of the Voice of the Dark Lord.

Came with its own privileges and problems, really.

The Sith Lord hoped that they at least gave her the introduction-tour, let her know was it meant to be a Sith. Give her a training saber at the least, things like that.

 

[Sitara Qin]

The pebbledrones were adorable, and almost made Sitara want to pick them up and kick them into a ditch somewhere. She reacted differently to adorable things. She walked right next to him, following him as though she knew exactly where she was going. Occasionally, she’d end up closely behind him when they weren’t moving in a straight line.

He asked her about the academy and Sitara scratched her neck. Well, the academy didn’t teach her much. There was the code, the basics, and there were a whole bunch of kids killing each other in order to become favoured. Most of the kids there were wrath-driven, and not the cool kind too. It was some superficial angst that supposedly made them more powerful but Sitara thought they were idiots who enjoyed screaming at the top of their lungs.

“Well, they taught me the basics. Nothing too interesting.” She started; her arms swayed behind her as she walked leisurely. This ship was huge and busy. Seemed to take a lot of people to run it, and she didn’t really expect the guy to have so much stuff. She’d definitely poke around when she had some time.

“I ended up learning a few tricks from some other people in my free time.” She told him as her eyes looked around. Okay, the sheer size of this place amused her. “Barely scratched the surface though.”

| [member="Darth Carach"] |