Yidhra
Mars Tsosûtiyakûtiyuska
Because we're all just fleeting ghosts, breezing by before we even get a chance to live, she recalled the words her brother had once uttered; a lifetime ago, it seemed now, even if it was barely a decade. With a faint shake of her head, the Epicanthix shook the useless thoughts and reignited her hissing weapon. The blood-red light turned her beautiful features into a distorted, eerie mask of rage. A single decisive, powerful strike was all it took for the next training droid to succumb at her feet, and then she was off.
Smiting one construct after another, she let her sadness fuel the whirlwind of attacks, propelling herself through the training chamber. Rare was the swing that actually landed a hit, but they were so many and so fast that it didn't matter; Irina got them all without suffering so much as a scratch. When the last droid crumpled to the floor, reading out malfunction codes and droning 'Error!' in that metallic voice, the Sith felt exhaustion draw in. It was late, and she had been practicing for most of the day, neglecting all and any of her other needs. A change of pace in her training was direly necessary, and that day's evaluation only confirmed her concerns. "Schutta," the dark-haired woman muttered into smoke-filled air and waved her hand in a vain attempt to clear the fumes. "Damned droids and their machinery," Irina swore under her breath, her lamenting further strengthened by a few choice words in various galactic languages.
With a sigh she turned on her heels, ready to leave, when her eyes caught a glimpse of something; a flash of metal perhaps? Her eyes narrowed to suspicious slits as she reached out with her Force, gingerly probing the surroundings for anything worth her attention.
With a start, she retreated, pulling her consciousness back to her head completely and even retracing a few tentative steps she'd made in the direction of the unknown entity. Whatever – whoever, she corrected herself – it was, the being was indubitably powerful. Dark Force emanated off it in waves, each one like a tidal wave against the barriers of her mind that were nowhere near powerful enough to withstand incursion of such scale. In an effort to spare her precious, albeit questionable sanity, she shuffled towards the source of the darkness that was lurking somewhere in the obscured reaches of the vast training grounds.
When her silver eyes grew accustomed to the lack of light, a small gasp escaped her rosy lips. There, in the shadows, stood a Sith Master.
[Sorry it took so long, Apparatus. I do hope, though, that the introduction post is okay.]
Smiting one construct after another, she let her sadness fuel the whirlwind of attacks, propelling herself through the training chamber. Rare was the swing that actually landed a hit, but they were so many and so fast that it didn't matter; Irina got them all without suffering so much as a scratch. When the last droid crumpled to the floor, reading out malfunction codes and droning 'Error!' in that metallic voice, the Sith felt exhaustion draw in. It was late, and she had been practicing for most of the day, neglecting all and any of her other needs. A change of pace in her training was direly necessary, and that day's evaluation only confirmed her concerns. "Schutta," the dark-haired woman muttered into smoke-filled air and waved her hand in a vain attempt to clear the fumes. "Damned droids and their machinery," Irina swore under her breath, her lamenting further strengthened by a few choice words in various galactic languages.
With a sigh she turned on her heels, ready to leave, when her eyes caught a glimpse of something; a flash of metal perhaps? Her eyes narrowed to suspicious slits as she reached out with her Force, gingerly probing the surroundings for anything worth her attention.
With a start, she retreated, pulling her consciousness back to her head completely and even retracing a few tentative steps she'd made in the direction of the unknown entity. Whatever – whoever, she corrected herself – it was, the being was indubitably powerful. Dark Force emanated off it in waves, each one like a tidal wave against the barriers of her mind that were nowhere near powerful enough to withstand incursion of such scale. In an effort to spare her precious, albeit questionable sanity, she shuffled towards the source of the darkness that was lurking somewhere in the obscured reaches of the vast training grounds.
When her silver eyes grew accustomed to the lack of light, a small gasp escaped her rosy lips. There, in the shadows, stood a Sith Master.
[Sorry it took so long, Apparatus. I do hope, though, that the introduction post is okay.]