Private Forsaken

[Abishai Jade]

D'rinba IV
Jedi Training Mission​

His hand hurt and blood stained the snow. The pilot from the Jedi Corps did not need the fourth punch to his face. Nor did he need the tenth. As Abishai rubbed the back of his hand, he found it hard to find time for regrets.

His heart raced as he climbed the ladder of the starfighter. How he had managed to slip away from the wilderness survival training had been surprisingly easy. Most of that was aided by no one on this training mission really knowing him. He had worked for months on Jakku to cultivate the guise of an obedient student. The first lesson about the Force he had learned was how to disguise his hatred for his captors, and show them only what they wanted to see. Fools.

He took a rag out off the dash of the fighter, and whipped the back of his hand. Thankfully, most of the blood was not his. Frustratingly, he may have broken something. He winced. The pain was something he found he could tap into though, so he did not favour the hand but rather use it more.

Earlier that day, Abishai had been with the squad of Padawan and their Weequay instructor. The berries they had said to watch out for had been easily found, and pocketed. Once he started complaining of stomach cramps, he was asked to empty his pockets. The instructor was not to impressed and upon much deliberation decided to leave Abishai back at base camp for the day. That had left only the squad's escort pilot to deal with. The trail of blood across the ground was testament to how that had transpired.

He had learned how to start these ships purely from observing and asking questions in the garage. The Jedi had encouraged the engineers to engage with Abishai in the hopes that it would be the thing to mellow him out. They made it all far too easy.

As the ship whirred to life, and Abishai grappled with the controls, his confidence faded. He knew all along this would be the hardest part. He had never actually flown before, but the flight simulators at the Enclave had supposedly been pretty accurate.

The ship lurched into life, and he pulled the stick to the side. He was barely off the ground while the vessel strafed right. If the pilot on the ground had not been dead from the assault, the accidental crushing under the forward landing gear would have finished the job.

Abishai gritted his teeth, and pulled back on the stick. The ship hurtled into the sky. The G-forces pushed the young runaway back into his seat. "HA! Yeaaaah!" He yelled to no one.

And he was gone, leaving his captors...his kidnappers...his...liars...behind.

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Lorta
Just inside Sith space​

Lorta was not the place that Abishai had hoped it to be. It was far more brutal. Even as he took the knee to his gut, he found himself wondering why he had thought coming to Sith space would be a good idea. They were just Jedi, but angrier!

"And stay down you little mutt," said the leader of the Danubian Gang. He was a tall, broad shouldered young man of about 19 years of age. He already had half a sleeve of tattoos on his right arm, and a scar across his left eye. They called him, Crag.

Abishai could feel things closing in on himself, his vision fading. He was struggling to breathe, and was pretty sure he had cracked ribs. He gasped, feeling his fear turn to anger. He...hated these thugs.

He growled loudly.

"Oh look at the little mutt...thinks he can..."

"SHUT UP."

Crag scowled. His foot pulled back to kick Abishai in the chest. Through the hazy vision, Abishai yelled, extended a hand and pushed him as hard as he can. His hand never touched Crag, but the muscular thug went flying backward through the air and hit the back of his head against a protruding grate. Crag's body hit the ground, hard, and it flopped lifelessly to the permacrete alleyway floor.

As Abishai passed out, he could hear people saying something about him being 'one of them'. No more kicks or punches came. Abishai embraced the dark.

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Revna

 

[Revna]

Tag: Abishai Jade
​

Revna had taken an extreme liberty with herself and her current situation, having decided to slip away from Korriban without telling anyone that she was leaving. No doubt the Sith King, Darth Caedes, would know she was gone and would have his ways of tracking her movements, but she simply didn’t care in the moment.

She was a Sith - she didn’t need permission from anyone to do the things she desired to do.

She had learned from an outside source not too long ago, that the Malsheem itself had been pulled out of the Holy Worlds and was now in orbit over Jutrand, the capital world of the Sith Empire, and the ruling seat of the current Sith Emperor. Its reason for being there brought deep unease to the young Sith woman, but the news also brought a revelation to her: both her Kainite overlords would be there, and with both of them distracted…she could slip in and out of the Holy Worlds as she pleased. Or, so she hoped.

This would be her first true test of that theory.

It had been fairly easy for her to commandeer a ship from the Korriban spaceport, for no one really wanted to test the patience of a Sith - and since she already knew how to fly, she didn't need anyone else with her. So she departed and began to make her way back towards Sith space.

Revna wanted to get eyes or ears on the situation unfolding in the Empire for herself, while keeping to the shadows and staying unseen, despite the fact that she had a somewhat reliable source of information. She just knew from her training that getting a feel for the situation with her own eyes and ears would be far better than relying only on a secondhand source. The journey would be a somewhat long one, for she had to cross from one side of the galaxy to the other, only stopping to fuel at planets she knew to be sparsely populated. She had been tempted to go back to her former home on Formos, but she knew that would have dredged up painful memories she didn’t wish to deal with at the time.

Along the way, she decided to stop at an old Wonosa outpost that was hidden within Hutt territory, not currently in use but likely to still hold items that she could find useful, such as armor, weapons, and other gear. Luckily for her, scavengers hadn’t discovered the location and she found a set of Squire armor, as well as one of the Sith swords she had started her training with. Seeing these items brought back a flood of memories for her, but she forced them aside for the time being. The armor and sword she brought back to her ship, along with anything else that was of value, before she set off once more.

Upon entering the Sith Empire, Revna made sure to clear out her accounts of the small fortune she had hoarded away for herself. It was a risky move, as such a withdrawal could be tracked, but it was not a concern for her at the moment. This would be the last of her movements that could be tracked, for after doing this - she all but vanished.

Revna would remain hidden, keeping to the shadows and simply listening and watching and learning all that she could about the shifting alliances and political plays occurring within the Empire, and was preparing to return to the Holy Worlds before she got into too much trouble, when she felt a pull in the Force that seemed to tug at her in such way that she couldn't really ignore it. Curiosity got the better of the Sith woman, and she allowed it to guide her, and that strange tug brought her to a world that was stuck between the Galactic Alliance and the Sith Empire:

Lorta.

It was controlled by the Sith, and the Corpse Emperor’s lack of concern for the citizens of his Empire was horrifically evident in these fringe worlds. Crime, gangs, and poverty ruled its denizens. Life was difficult for the people there, and their suffering poured into the Force in such a manner that it was almost physically palpable. No doubt, such a sensation would have sickened a Jedi or Light sider…but to a Sith it was a source of power. Revna had been taught to draw from such potent energies, but she only did so if she needed too.

She stayed on Lorta for a number of days, waiting patiently to discover just why she had been brought here, and eventually her patience was rewarded when she felt the pull again - this time more directional…even urgent. Revna was drawn to follow a local Danubian gang, led by a young thug named Crag. The Force hadn’t guided her to them, but she felt an anticipation swell through the invisible currents as she tracked them from the shadows.

Revna didn’t know what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t a gang beatdown on some poor soul. She watched from a perch on one of a dilapidated building nearby as the boy they had targeted fought back defiantly, though he was outnumbered and doomed to lose this fight.

Something about the boy the thugs were assaulting captured her interest, and it wasn’t something she could quite explain. A probe through the Force revealed a troubled youth: anger and hatred seethed within him, just under the surface and so close to exploding from him. There was something else in there too, buried deep, though Revna wasn’t sure what it was exactly. She considered intervening but resisted the urge to do so, simply deciding to let the situation play out further.

And not too long into her watch, she found herself to be pleasantly surprised and thankful that she did wait: for the Force exploded from the bloody blonde haired boy with such strength that he threw his assailant into a grate with such force that it cracked open the thug’s skull, killing him instantly - before collapsing and succumbing to unconsciousness himself.

Things made sense to her now: the boy was blessed with the Force. And it was in the moment of his release of power, that she felt a stirring of the Dark Side. It seemed to almost...highlight the boy to her, and that drew her attention to him even more.

The remaining thugs whispered amongst themselves, saying how the boy was one of “them”, and a dark smile tugged at her lips. The gangsters pondered on their predicament for a few moments longer, before they each scattered into the darkness, leaving the corpse of their leader behind.

Revna disengaged herself from the shadows of her perch and leapt to the permacrete below, cushioning her fall to land as lightly as possible, before she turned her attention to the unconscious boy who had been savagely beaten. She knelt down beside him, unconcerned with the muck and grime that smeared her clothes, fiery ember hued eyes tracing what wounds she could see, and knew that there would be injuries that were not apparent to her. Hesitatingly, she reached out with a gloved hand and moved a lock of blood stained hair from his face, pondering on what she was doing to do now. She couldn’t just…leave him here. There was far too much potential within him to just throw him to the wolves, and he was far too close to Alliance space for her liking. She had bacta patches and other healing salves and items back on her ship, but she had to wait for the boy to return to the waking world before offering him any aid. And that’s what she decided to do.

And thus Revna made herself comfortable, keeping a watchful eye out over him until he was ready to return to consciousness.

 

[Abishai Jade]

When Abishai slept, he dreamt the same dream. He drifted in space, hands outstretched for a dark spot in the field of stars. It was the figure of a woman, but with each off-axis rotation her silhouette became more and more distant. It was as if the stars themselves were being born on the fringes of her form.

He would try to change his momentum. But space did not work that way. There was nothing to push against. There was no propellant to push against him to provide thrust. He just grappled at the emptiness of space, and tried to reach the woman.

Then, he would reach a revolution where she was gone. Horror would grip his heart. He would feel the wound in his spirit afresh. Then he would wake up.

This time the waking was not so quick. He did not jump to alertness, looking for one that was not there. Instead, he strained to open swollen eyes. He groaned as he tried to breathe. The sharp pain through his chest where his lung had, unbeknownst to him, collapsed seared with an intensity he had not known before. He could not breathe in without shaking in pain.

Despite this, the resilience of the broken boy shown through, as he pushed himself off the ground. His vision blurred, and his head spinning, Abishai struggled to his knees. He began to crawl. He did not know if he was going in the right direction. How could he? He could not see properly yet. However, he knew, he had to move. Abishai knew he was dying.

"Mother..."

His call for the woman that he knew as his mother was barely a whisper, strained against teeth that were clenched in pain.

Abishai felt something else. Someone else. He did not know how, but he knew that he was not alone. Was it Crag come back to finish the job? Crag was dead. Was it his gang? He had been out for a moment? Now they looked to finish him off? But he had not felt their presence like this before. This was different.

Groaning, Abishai pushed himself up to his feet, using the wall to steady himself as he gained some composure. He was a bloodied mess. His eyes were swollen. His face bleeding from various cuts to his eyebrows and cheeks. He gasped for air, despite the pain. The pain fuelled him, in his last few breathes, to defy whoever it was that had come to kill him.

"Do your worst...I do not fear you," he said, lying.

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Revna

 

[Revna]

Tag: Abishai Jade
​

Revna sat on a cluster of old and partially broken crates, waiting with the patience of a hunter for the injured youth to awaken. She kept her senses spread out to give her a heads up if anyone else seemed like they were going to stumble across the two of them, but it seemed that the gang had chosen this area for its seclusion from the eyes of the general populace in the area, or the eyes of any form of law enforcement that might have been around.

But, judging from what she had seen - there was not much in the way of law enforcement around here.

The little woman was pulled from her musings and her thoughts as the boy near to her began to stir, and her attention turned to him sharply as he released a pained groan. Her senses told her that the boy was, indeed, rather injured from his beating and the sooner she got him back to the ship, the better for him.

Tension coiled through her muscles as he began to move, her alertness heightening further as she observed him. A part of her wanted to reach out and help him but she restrained herself; some things were better left done on one’s own strength, and she could learn much by observing him and how he reacted to his circumstances.

He pulled himself up with effort to his hands and knees before he started to crawl towards the wall of a nearby building. Revna tilted her head when she heard the youth call out for his mother, and a small frown creased her forehead.

How many times had she called out for her own mother when she had been in pain?

Groaning with pain, the boy hauled himself unsteadily to his feet, blood dripping from still fresh wounds on his face as he leaned against the wall of the building near to him. Under the dim light of a nearby building, Revna could see how swollen his face had become. His eyes were nearly sealed shut, and dark blotches were already forming on his cheeks and around his eyes.

How many times had she looked like that herself, after being beaten by her slave master?

Quietly, Revna slipped off the crates that were a couple feet away from him, the soft sounds of her boots hitting the permacrete giving her presence away to him.

But there would also be no mistaking the chill that radiated from her as well, an unmistakable presence of the Dark side, like a breath of calm winter air. She had made certain to hold back much of her own potent presence, but she wanted him to feel enough of it to know that she was there.

His bloody and bruised face turned in her direction, and he challenged her to do her worst…that he did not fear her. She scoffed softly, a glint of recognition that what he said was a lie - but it was one she understood herself.

“I could very easily do my worst if I so desired to. But I’ve no interest in harming you, or killing you.” Revna said softly as she stepped a little closer to him - though she made sure to stay out of arm’s reach. It wasn’t that she feared him, but she knew what a cornered and wounded creature was capable of. She’d once upon a time been a cornered and injured soul herself.

“You're injured from the beating you received, and from what I can sense you have internal injuries that will prove fatal in time. I have things on my ship that could help you with your wounds, and you could get yourself cleaned up.” She paused for a brief moment, deciding back and forth on if she should be harshly honest with him. She chose to speak plainly - for she would have wanted the same if she had been in his place.

“You show incredible resilience, young man…but death does not care how old or young you are, nor does it care for the bonds you have with others, and it will come whether you want it to or not. You can come with me and get help, or you can stay and face your fate. It is your choice, however - I won’t force you.”

A Jedi, or perhaps even another Sith, wouldn’t have given the boy a choice or an option in the matter and it simply wasn’t something Revna wanted to take from him. Even if it did mean leaving him behind to die on his own terms, should he reject her offer of aid.

 

[Abishai Jade]

His face turned to the source of her voice, and his body grew tense. Abishai would die fighting, if that was his destiny. He would not be given over to eternity with a whimper. If there was anything his mother had taught him, it was defiance.

This woman though, whoever she was, had something different. A presence that was akin to that of the Jedi, but with a looming, soul gripping shadow. Abishai felt a chill take him, one like her had been out in the cold too long. It was bad enough that he felt is though he might never be truly warm again.

"If you try to kill me...I will fight back," he said. This was not a lie, but not a promise of any great resistance.

Then, the moment took a most unexpected tack. And it coincided with another of his mother's core lessons. Survive.

Even before she had finished speaking, Abishai had already determined to agree to her terms. She could be demanding he be her slave for life, , and he would take those terms. If it meant medical treatment, and getting off this damned planet, well, he would deal with her later. At least he would be alive.

"I accept."

They were simple words, and several loud blood filled coughs followed them. He held his chest, gasping for what little air he could take in. He leaned backwards, hoping the wall would keep him upright. It did. Barely.

He would go with this woman. And then, he would escape from her too. He would always escape. He would always live another day.

Revna

 

[Revna]

Tag: Abishai Jade ​

Another hint of a smile touched the young woman’s face as tension coiled within the youth and she sensed a rise in his fighting spirit; this boy reminded her a lot of herself, when she’d been younger.

“I’ve no doubt you’d fight back. I would expect you to.” Revna responded back to his challenge. She watched him carefully as she laid out the choices before him, and she couldn’t help her smile that grew wider briefly when he accepted her terms. It was good that he desired to live; she had no wish to leave him behind. She would have, but she knew it would have left a bitter taste in her mouth to do so.

Bloody coughs racked his body, and she was reminded once more of the urgency of his condition. Revna made a mental note to herself to learn the Dark side equivalent of healing in the Force from one of her Sith mentors, as clearly it would be useful knowledge to have on hand.

“Good. Let’s hope you survive the trip back to the ship. Come along now…” she urged, perhaps a bit more sharply than she intended to as she turned to step away, before pausing for a moment. “...feel free to grab a hold of my arm if you feel like you’re going to pass out again. I won’t presume to know you or what you feel, but I do know the pride of youth and wanting to get through your struggles on your own merit. But…the offer of aid is there, should you want it.”

Her pace was steady as she weaved through the streets, making sure the young man in her charge was still alive and able to keep up with her, though his condition no doubt would be deteriorating.

“...are you aware that you’re sensitive to the Force?” she asked of the boy as she walked, hoping to provide him a distraction from his ailments as well as keep him talking to her so she could better monitor his condition. It was also a probe for her to get to know him a little better, and understand just why he had ended up in the situation she had found him in. “Getting mixed up with gangs in Sith space is dangerous…as you’ve clearly discovered. But, they won’t bother you now. Not while you’re with me.”

 

[Abishai Jade]

He did not hesitate to take her arm for support. His pace was not even close to hers, each step was a sharp, painful reminder of his state. He could feel his chest growing heavier, as if something were filling it, beside air. With his arm wrapped around hers, and fingers clinging to the fabric on her sleeve, Abishai was able to pull himself forward, and hold her back closer to his pace.

The crowd was a loud thrum that almost drowned out the woman's words, but he picked up enough. She was asking about the Force. And she was suggesting she was more intimidating than the gang that had nearly killed him. Many thoughts, and emotions flared within the young man's mind. Questions bounced about his mind midst spikes of intense, sharp stabbing pains in his chest. With each spike of pain, he nearly folded in half, gripping her arm even more tightly.

His mind was growing foggy, save for the anger he felt rise within him. One word was the centre of his thoughts. One word around which all his emotional bile swirled. Jedi.

"They told me I was strong in the Force...but they did not show me how to use it," he said through silent gasps for air.

The one question that demanded being asked though was the next words that came out of his mouth.

"Who...what...are you?"

Revna

 

[Revna]

Tag: Abishai Jade​

Revna was truthfully surprised that the boy had accepted her offer of aid via her arm, and she stood strong and fast so he could steady himself and even lean on her for support. She called upon the Force to strengthen her, a subtle thing that would provide a benefit to him as well: she would be a solid support, even though he was weakened.

When they entered the main streets of the city, those who were near to them cast their stares towards her and the wounded youth. As she knew they would, they recognized her for what she was and they gave ground to her, moving out of her way though she caught murmurs of her rather odd actions from a few of them as she passed by. She ignored them all, as their stares and whispers meant nothing to her. All that mattered in the moment was this bloody young man, who’s life was starting to slip away.

She asked her questions of him to keep him engaged with her, and he bled a chaotic mix of emotions into the Force in the way that only an untrained Force user could. He did his best to answer her, and when he did she felt a surge of anger from him as he told her that they had told him he was strong with the Force but never bothered to train him.

Revna didn’t have to think hard on who he meant, and a dark scowl passed over her face as she listened to his next statement where he asked who and what she was.

That brought a small smile to her face, but she let the silence linger between them for a few moments before she responded.

“Who I am shall remain a mystery to you, for now. As for what I am…well…” She glanced over at his swollen and bruised face, the drying spots of blood along with the still free flowing crimson liquid that was dripping off his skin. “I am a Sith.”

She paused again, leading him further on. She could tell one of his lungs was filling with blood; if she didn’t get him back to the ship soon, he was going to need a full soak in a bacta tank…which she didn’t have access to at the moment. “You want to live to see your mother again?” Revna rumbled to the youth hanging onto her. “Only the weak surrender so willingly to death. You’re not weak are you? Hmm? Prove it. If not to me, then to yourself.” she hissed at him, provoking words that were meant to stir his fire, his will, to keep fighting. Anger and her will to see her Father again, as well as have her vengeance against her enemies, had sustained her when she faced death. No doubt it would do the same for him…even if he didn’t realize he was using such an emotion to sustain his life through the Force.

Her eyes scanned the area for an available speeder which would get them to her awaiting ship faster, and she spied one that some poor soul was just climbing into. She lifted her free hand, just barely, and assaulted the mind of the rodian male. His mental barriers and his fighting will crumbled against the ferocity of her mental suggestion, driven by her determination to keep her young charge alive:

You will take us to my ship, now, and with all haste.

To the boy who clung to her, she guided towards the speeder. “Get in.” she urged, trying to keep her voice as calm and gentle as possible, but it still came out more sharply than she intended.

 

[Abishai Jade]

He resisted for the first time. She was Sith. Sith. So far as Abishai knew, they were pretty much Jedi. At least, that is what he knew.

He released her arm just for a moment. Even while she was provoking him to continue on. He did not respond, instead he bent over, and gasped for breath. His mind was not capable of processing the emotions, and thoughts that were necessary for a critical decision. Survival was the only mode he knew right now.

He grabbed at her sleeve again, this time more firmly, as if clinging to life itself. "I am not going to die," he said, gurgling some of his words.

He ignored the mention of his mother. There was no way he was tying his plans to the whims of a Sith. He would return to his true family when he was well, but he would not rely on this Sith to do so. Already, his intent to manipulate and use was engrained. Perhaps he would make a good Sith. Not that he would be around long enough to find out.

When the woman spoke to the Rodian, Abishai felt his skin crawl. The way the words wormed into his ears, to his bones, he was convinced he might just get up and pilot the craft himself. Only the sluggishness of his failing body prevented him from obeying her voice before the Rodian. How did she dominate wills? Is that what it meant to be Sith?

He felt a resolve deepen. Perhaps there was more to be gained out of this fortuitous meeting than just physical recovery. Perhaps. Just perhaps. He could attain power. And not be so easily trafficked, misused and abandoned. He might be able to take charge.

Through blurry eyes, he looked at the woman, and only now saw her for who she was. A woman of poise, refinement, and a power that he did not know. But if he played his cards right. Perhaps she could teach him.

He climbed into the speeder, collapsing on the back seat. His vision began to fade. "I don't...I don't want to be...weak...anymore...please..."

His head was swimming. The world seemed to spin. His eyes rolled back in his head.

Revna

 

[Revna]

Tag: Abishai Jade ​

He resisted her for the first time, upon her revelation to him that she was a Sith. She expected such a reaction, especially if he had come from Alliance space or Jedi possession. His resistance wasn’t ideal, but she exercised patience with it. Truthfully, she was relieved to see he still had such a fighting spirit, though her concern spiked further when he bent over and gasped for air. No doubt, there was a little back and forth going on in his mind as he tried to decide what he was going to do next, now that the truth was revealed to him. But Revna waited, and before long he had reached for her sleeve again, gripping into her as if she was life itself.

The boy declared to her, almost defiantly, that he wasn’t going to die. Those were the words she wanted to hear from him, for his survival depended more on his will to live than it did on her.

“Good.” She responded back. “I would be disappointed if you did.”

Revna pondered on her statement for a moment in silence as they moved onward; why would she be disappointed if he died? People died all the time in the galaxy, what was one more death? Was it because he was young? Because he had potential? Yes...and no; he reminded her of herself, even in their brief interaction so far. That, and she didn’t want the bitterness of his loss on her hands as well.

Upon taking possession of the speeder, Revna could feel a sense of unease from the injured youth that clung to her. Had he sensed her exercise the Dark side? It was possible, but she pushed that to the back of her mind for the moment as she focused on getting him the help he so desperately needed. He did not resist her directive to him to get inside the speeder, and for that she was thankful.

Once he had clambered aboard however, he collapsed upon the seat, and his broken voice reached her and drew her gaze to him. It seemed that he had latched onto some of the provoking words she’d used to stir his fires of survival, for he declared that he didn’t want to be weak anymore, and pleaded with her.

“Shh shh. Survive, boy. That’s all I want you to do right now.” she said to him as he slipped under the waves of unconsciousness again. The speeder she had hijacked zoomed off, the rodian under her influence following her silent directions as they weaved through the streets and towards the spaceport.

Revna stretched out her senses once more, to monitor the young man. He was fading, but the young Sith woman was confident that had he not had such a fighting spirit, and been so resilient, he would have succumbed to his injuries long before now. It was a good sign; it meant that she had some time, though not much. He was still dying and this presented a problem for her.

There…was a way she could buy some more time, but it was very risky for both of them. She had never used the Force to heal before, though the ability had been used on her. She was sure there were many ways in which healing could come, but the way she had been exposed to had caused her much more suffering than the initial injury. Such was the price to pay when using the Dark side to heal.

Her fiery gazed trailed over the youth on the seat as she pondered what to do, and if the price was worth it. She didn’t necessarily wish to cause him more pain, but if it saved his life?

Maybe…maybe there was another way. Could she transfer some of her own life essence into him, sacrifice something of herself in order to help him?

“Kark it.” she muttered, as she rested a gloved hand on the boy’s shoulder, closing her eyes to push deeper into her senses. For a brief moment, the world around her ceased to exist and all she could feel was herself in the Force, as well as the youth and the rodian who sped them ever onward towards her ship. She turned her focus to the boy, and felt a thread of connection between her and him from where her hand rested on his shoulder. She unconsciously frowned as she focused more intently, trying to open a channel for the Force to flow between them, a way in which she could channel her own life essence.

But…there was a problem. The dark void within her, made her seem devoid of life, and it hungered…wanting to draw in everything around her and into it. She unconsciously sighed, realizing the truth of her situation. The only reason why she wasn’t killing him, was because the void was blocked from siphoning his life from him. She couldn’t transfer her own life essence into him to heal him in this manner.

But not all hope was lost.

Tapping into the Dark side, she felt a coldness stir and wrap around her before it seeped through to encompass the boy. For a moment, she saw something she’d never seen before - fiery lines that crackled and pulsed within him, some wider than others. In a flash, her sharp mind picked up on what she was seeing, and the sudden immense power over his life…or his death…that was suddenly in her hands. How easily she could destroy this fragile thing that was already cracked and damaged.

All she’d have to do was focus on those wider cracks she saw, and the whole thing would shatter.

But that wasn’t what she desired to do. No, she wanted to heal those cracks, or at least some of them, and she poured that desire into the Force. It was something she’d never done before, and wasn’t entirely sure would work. Pulling the cracks back together was far more difficult than ripping them apart. Still she gave it her best effort, and the Dark seeped into a couple of the cracks she saw, pulling them back together and welding them shut.

No doubt, it would have been a painful thing to experience, and it made her feel sick to her stomach that she might have brought the boy more pain than he needed in the moment. Still, a small portion of his injuries had been healed, and it had bought them both a little more time. Enough to get him onto her ship where she could provide proper medical aid.

Revna withdrew and cut the connection to the Force, and reality rushed back in on her like a tidal wave. She was momentarily disoriented, and there was an exhaustion in her that she hadn’t felt for quite some time. She’d used up a good portion of her energy doing…whatever it was she had done. She just hoped it had been worth it.

She turned her gaze back to the rodian - who no longer appeared glassy eyed and was looking around confused. Chit, she thought tiredly to herself. She should have known that such concentration in the Force would have severed her hold on him, and now he was zipping off in a direction that was away from her ship. Frustration bubbled up within her and a dark scowl flashed over her face as she threw her mind against the rodian’s one more time in an effort to seize control, but he wasn’t so unaware this time and reacted more defensively than she wanted. The speeder jolted sharply as they battled briefly - the rodian for his mind, and Revna for control - but it wasn’t long before she had wrestled him back under her influence and had him headed back in the right direction. She considered just killing him and flying the damn speeder herself, but she didn’t want to cause more issues for herself than what she already was dealing with.

Soon they made it to the spaceport and the “borrowed” ship Revna had taken from Korriban was just feet away. She wasted no time before scooping up the unconscious youth in her arms and carrying him aboard the ship, where she set him on the medical bed before awakening the medical unit that was attached with the ship. Together, they managed to get the boy secured and IV lines and other monitoring systems connected, before the medical droid took over the boy’s care and Revna was able to step back and monitor from the sidelines. His condition was critical, but it appeared for now that he would be in capable hands and just might survive his ordeal. Sighing, Revna turned and headed for the cockpit, determined to get the ship off the planet and back into the vast expanse of space. The sooner she was headed back to the Sith Holy Worlds, the better.

Only now she had another situation to consider: what was she going to do with this boy, now that he was on her ship? She supposed she would find out, once her young charge had awakened. Once back in space and with the ship set to autopilot, Revna returned to the small medical bay and took her seat on the cushioned bench. The droid assured her that she did not need to be present, but she ignored it.

She wouldn't have wanted to wake up on a strange ship alone, and so she felt it was only right to be present for when he did.

 

[Abishai Jade]

There it was again. The feminine figure blocking out the stars as he drifted listlessly through the vacuum of his subconscious. She beckoned him her void-hand waving him towards her. He felt a tug. A desire to let go and follow her as she shrank into nothing. It would be so easy just to let go. There was comfort in not fighting any more.

He felt a sharp spike of pain. What followed was a silent scream of rebellion against the flaring pain. He turned his back on the void-woman, and felt a tear in his mind. His vision was cracking before him, his consciousness awaking midst the dream. Subconscious thought met conscious reality. Death was imminent, but something was pressing into his being. It was unwelcome. Intrusive. Violent.

Abishai let the pain fuel him as he yelled at it. Glowing blue cracks formed in the starscape of his dream. "Get out!" He screamed, but the intrusion would not stop.

His mind chilled, represented by the goose pimpled flesh of his dream self. A deep coldness took hold of him. The cracks in his dream sparkled with a deep, mysterious and awful power. A power that despite its horror, despite the pain, pulled at him. He hated it. He wanted it.

He turned. The mysterious woman was gone. In her place were more cracks, glowing and rippling with an energy that was both a brilliant blue, and somehow the darkness itself.

His mind shattered. Dream form convulsing, mind screaming in agony. Even as his body mended, his soul was splintered and reforged. Along the seams of his soul were now threads of dark energy like stitches holding the dreamscape together.

And then all was silent.

That is when he heard it.

Give yourself.

He did not respond.

His eyes were opening. Everything was a blur, and everything ached. Abishai groaned softly as he started to understand where he was.

For the first time, he saw the woman. He knew it was her. The voice. The one that had led him to safety, to the broken healing. His spine shivered as he looked on her. He knew what she was, and still felt her presence in his mind.

You should have let me die.

He did not believe that. And yet, what had happened felt worse than death. His very being felt fragile, on the brink of devastation. Could she help repair what was broken? She who had done this to him.

"What...did you do to me?" He said, voice hoarse from the screams he had not made.

Revna

 

[Revna]

Tag: Abishai Jade​

The medical unit worked its medical magic, and eventually it reported to Revna that the boy was stable, and would live. A breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding was released sharply, as her shoulders sagged with the relief that washed over her. Now…the boy could rest and recuperate.

But for the Sith woman that watched him like a hawk, there would be no rest. She sat across from his medical cot, lost in a myriad of thoughts as she waited for him to awaken. Anxiety pulsed through her, replacing the relief that she had felt. Who was this young man? Would the Jedi be looking for him? Was he being tracked or hunted even now? What would she do if she was confronted by them?

Let them take him?

What self professed Sith would do that?

And if there were no Jedi coming for him, then what was she going to do with him? She just saved his life, it wasn’t like she could just…kill him. She had made him her “problem”, so to speak. And now she had to face that decision and all that would come of it.

She suddenly wished she could confide in her Master, Darth Strosius. Seek His wisdom, counsel and advice in this. But, He was gone. And now she needed to make her own path, using what He had taught her to make the best decision she could moving forward. Was saving this boy a good decision?

Yes, to her it was.

Was leaving the Sith Holy Worlds while still in her precarious and dangerous situation a good decision?

No. But she’d done it anyway.

Revna heaved a deep sigh and rubbed her face with her gloved hands, trying to pull herself together through the weariness that draped over her like a dark shroud. She needed rest, to recuperate from the expenditure of her energy in trying to save the boy’s life. But she couldn’t rest…not right now.

Well, maybe she could take a small nap…it wouldn’t hurt, would it?

Her senses snapped back into reality when a soft groan of discomfort reached her ears, and in an instant Revna was alert - her gaze intent upon the boy who was finally rousing from his stupor. He seemed to take a moment to gain an understanding of his surroundings, before his eyes found hers. In the light provided by the ship, the boy would see a youthful-appearing woman, with silver-streak raven black hair that glittered under the light. Fiery eyes like burning embers stared back at him, and the faintest spider-like webbing of black veins seemed to spread a little bit from her burning eyes to her cheekbones and temples; somewhat visible scars wrapped around her throat, while others that were barely visible disappeared behind her clothing. A somewhat chilled aura, the same that he had felt before, could be felt coming from her, though this time it seemed more muted, or dampened.

She gave the appearance of a Sith - though something about her didn’t seem to entirely fit with that. Maybe it was the lack of hatred or violence in her eyes or upon her features. In fact, she seemed rather…calm, even a bit sorrowful. For a few moments, no words were exchanged as he simply stared at her, and Revna was unsure of what was going on in his mind or what words might come out of mouth.

To hear him ask in a hoarse voice, on what she had done to him, caused her to tilt her head slightly as she regarded him in further silence. Had…he been aware of himself when she had attempted to heal him? It was highly possible, and given the accusatory question he had just asked of her, was almost definitive proof that he had felt what had happened.

“I did what I had to do, in order to keep you alive.” Revna responded back, her voice clear but soft. “At least until I could get you in here, where I could get you some better help - just like I said I would do when I gave you the choice to stay or go with me.”

Revna stared at him in silence for a few heartbeats longer, a series of burning thoughts running through her mind. She wanted to let him rest, but the situation with him was somewhat uncertain, and she needed some answers before she could make a decision on just what to do with him, or even if she could make for the Holy Worlds.

Maybe she should head there anyway and let him deal with it. No…that would be taking from him the ability to choose his fate for himself. But what did it matter? Did it actually matter?

It did to her.

Revna sighed softly, before speaking again. “I have a couple of questions for you. Feel free to ask me any questions you have as well...I'm sure you have some. Then I can leave you to rest afterwards, if you'd like. You mentioned 'they' never trained you; am I correct to assume you meant the Jedi? Is anyone... looking for you?"

 

[Abishai Jade]

She was the sort of woman that might normally have made the young man look twice. Instead, the rising anger in his spirit turned his eyes away from the Sith woman. His mind felt frayed. Brittle memories of the healing assault on his body still lingered like a torn tapestry blowing in a wind.

She was not wrong. He had chosen to follow. Would he have made a different choice if he had known he would have been aware of every second of the transfer that took place? It was hard to know. It was hard to remember just how desperate he felt. The lightning-like claws that peeled back his subconscious were the memory that most stood out, as scattered as those might be now.

He felt hollow. And oddly whole. As if he had consumed something that he was not equipped to comprehend. It gave no sustenance, but overwhelmed him at the same time.

HIs body ached. It was still hard to breathe. Whatever had happened to his lung would likely not be a quick fix. Still, he was alive. Just survive.

"You did as you said you would," Abishai acknowledged, though noticeably came short of expressing gratitude. Offering thanks would have taken too much willpower.

He wanted to sleep. The Sith wanted to talk. HIs throat still hurt, though it was not wounded.

"Jedi. Yes," he said, bile rising to his mouth, he felt like gagging just on the mention of them.

He wasn't about to divulge his entire life story. You didn't survive as long away from the safety of your home at his age without learning to keep as many of your details to yourself as possible.

"I gave them a few false flags to follow," he said, voice cracking slightly, "by the time they realise I didn't drown on that stupid excursion...I would have multiple days head start...but I dumped my ship and got transport to a few planets without leaving a trail...they aren't following me."

He felt his chest rise a little in pride. He was good at some things. And he felt he had done a good job of covering his tracks.

Abishai wet his lips, and let out a couple of long drawn out breathes. He was feeling tired again, and struggled to stay awake. After a few quiet moments, he popped out of his momentary slumber and glanced nervously in her direction.

"So what's your...deal, lady? Go around helping beaten up teenagers...often?" He said, trying to usurp control of the conversation through his sardonic attempt at humour.

Revna

 

[Revna]

Tag: Abishai Jade ​

She could tell he was angry; but she made no mention of that fact to him, nor did she dissuade him from feeling or expressing that emotion. No doubt, had he not been so injured and still recovering, he might have lashed out at her. And maybe he still would, once his strength was recovered. It was hard to say what he might do; she didn’t know him, didn’t know what he was like, his temperament, his mannerisms. Trauma and coming close to death had a way of bringing out different things in people. Some reacted by shutting down…and others with anger.

Revna could also tell he was still very much tired and wanting his rest; part of her felt bad for asking him questions almost as soon as he had opened his eyes but…she needed to know if she could expect someone to be looking for him. The sooner she had that information, the sooner she could leave him alone.

He acknowledged that she had done what she said she would do, but offered no gratitude for it. Other Sith might have held it over his head, but she seemed to let such a thing pass by without comment, as if it didn’t bother her.

Thankfully, he seemed at least somewhat willing to respond to her questions, and her probe into the Jedi part of the equation brought forth an answer from him. Revna listened quietly, giving him the time and space to speak on his own terms. She was a bit surprised to hear him divulge a little bit into why he had found his way into Sith space, and her gaze narrowed slightly as she caught onto the fact that he had escaped from the grasp of the Jedi, and he seemed to not have very positive feelings towards them. It only served to heighten her curiosity into what had happened to him to make him feel such a way, but she did not press him for an answer.

He seemed fairly confident in the fact that he had covered his tracks well enough to disappear from their radar, and Revna nodded with satisfaction. "Good. That is one less thing I need to worry about then."

His tiredness overcame him for a moment, and he seemed to nod off. Having gotten what she wanted from him, at least for the moment, Revna decided it would be best to leave him to rest as he clearly needed it and the more he had to recover, the better for him. She rose to her feet, but before she could turn to walk away, he came back to consciousness and gave her a somewhat nervous look, asking her what her deal was.

She huffed slightly in amusement with his sarcastic humor, and gave him a half smirk. Once again, she found herself musing on the thought that he reminded her a bit of herself. Though his question made her pause to think for a moment; how many enslaved youth had she fought to free over the last couple of years while in her late Master’s service?

“Hmm. I used to, in a manner of speaking. Now get some sleep. If you need anything, the medic droid can see to it, and I will be around as well. It will be a few days’ worth of travel before we reach the Holy Worlds. Should give you time to rest and recuperate a bit more.” Revna said in the same soft voice as she stepped around to the side of his medical cot and checked his vitals and the monitoring and IV systems that were in place before casting her gaze back to him one last time, before she turned to head back to the cockpit.

 

[Abishai Jade]

Abishai did not respond. Instead, he just turned his face away from the woman and looked towards the medical unit to his other side. He studied the lights and readouts for a while. In his mind, they began to make sense to him. Likely, he had no clue. Either way, he was distracted. As sleep would not come easily.

For each moment that his eyes closed, and slumber embraced him, he was thrust back into the moment of healing within his dreams. Even if he did not feel the pain again, the memory of it grabbed him and would not let go until he woke up, gasping for air. His eyes would look about the room, fearing the woman's presence, and what she might be doing to him. But she was not there. Each subsequent attempt at sleep was more futile that than the previous.

There came a point where he noted the medical droid inserting some clear fluid into his IV. He frowned, feeling like he was powerless to stop his body from being attacked, or altered in someway. The concern only heightened when he felt his mind cloud like a heavy blanket was being pulled down over his head. But before he could roll over and grab the line to pull it from his arm, the heavy weight overtook him, and he succumbed to the drug induced sleep.

For the first time in years, Abishai did not dream. He awoke, feeling an easer and clear headedness that he had rarely experienced. It actually, only temporarily, brought a smile to his face. "Whatever that was...can I get some every night?" He muttered, as he sat up. He did not know how long he had been out, but his body felt like it had had time to heal. Hours? Days maybe?

"It is not a substance for regular use. Your case required sleep for speed of recovery. The substance should not be used regularly."

Abishai jumped a little. Clearly, his defences were down. But no longer. He scowled at the droid.

"What is it called, this substance?" He said.

"My programming will not allow me to give you this information."

"Then your programming sucks," Abishai growled in disdain.

He swung his feet over the bed. Breathing was easier, not perfect, but he no longer felt like a Hutt was sitting on his chest. It felt good to be...alive.

"I want to go for a walk," he said to the droid, who dutifully disconnected the hovering IV stand from his charging berth and pushed it over for Abishai to take into hand.

His bare feet hit the floor. The bulkhead felt cool to the touch, but he did not react. Instead, his eyes were fixed on the door.

He roamed the ship for some time, finally stopping to admire what seemed to be a small training room. It was hardly anything compared to what he had seen on Jakku. But this was a Sith place. It had a different feel to the place. He liked it. A lot.

He was standing in the middle of the room. His eyes fixed on a small arrangement of training weapons. The smile curling the corner of his lips was the first hint to what he would do. Abishai was going to steal one.

Revna

 

[Revna]

Tag: Abishai Jade ​

Just as she said she would, Revna left the young man alone to rest - though he seemed to fight against actually allowing himself to truly sleep. She observed from a distance, unseen yet never far away, keeping her intrusion into his space as minimal as possible.

Eventually, however, she did have to intercede - as his lack of resting was beginning to negatively impact his healing. She ordered the medical droid to use some of the more powerful sedatives it had on hand, to force the youth to actually sleep. Of course, he struggled against that too but he was soon pulled under the waves of dreamless unconsciousness, and healing infusions and other medicines were provided to help accelerate his healing. Revna could finally breathe a sigh of relief once this was done, for now she could truly rest as well, and regain her spent energies.

Time spent in the ship’s meditation and training dojo was exactly what she needed to recuperate, both strengthening her connection to the Force and making sure she remained in her peak physical condition through vigorous training exercises that had become deeply ingrained within her being. She spent hours doing this - anything to help pass the time as the ship flew ever onward to the familiarity of the Holy Worlds.

The alone time she had while her young charge slept gave her plenty of time to further ponder her new situation. Was she truly taking him back with her to Korriban? What was she going to do with him once she got there? It wasn’t like she had the Order of Wonosa to return home to, to aid her in further helping this troubled youth find his feet, and his own way.

It was in the midst of these lonely hours to herself that it dawned on her that she was now responsible for him, at least in some manner. There was no one else looking over her shoulder, guiding her and telling her what she should do next. She was alone in this. For a brief moment, she regretted listening and following the pull of the Force that had brought her to the boy, but she pushed that regret aside. But…she had brought this upon her own shoulders, and now she needed to face it and handle it on her own.

In a way, she was reminded of when she saved the life of the little boy who would become her adopted brother. Except…she had received help in finding him a home and a family to raise him within the Formos Dresuoti. Now her brother was away at the Jutrand Academy, learning to become a Sith of the Empire.

Revna felt pride swell within her chest as she thought about her brother, Veradun. She was proud of him, of how far he’d come since she found him on the war torn streets of Tund. She made a mental note to check up on him once she was finally freed from her captors; or maybe she could enlist the help of her dear friend, Lina Ovmar , to check in on him and make sure he was actually still alive.

Another standard day passed, and the boy finally roused himself from his medicated slumber. From the cockpit of the ship, the Sith woman could hear the mechanical voice of the medical droid beyond, denying the boy the name of the substance it had used to help put him to sleep. An amused smirk danced across her face when the boy grumpily told the droid that its ‘programming sucked’. She remained in the cockpit for some time as the boy roamed the “borrowed” ship she possessed. She kept track of his presence through the Force, following his signature as he nosed around and got a lay of the ship itself. There wasn’t much to it, besides a cargo bay, empty crew quarters, a refresher, the main cabin with a kitchenette, a medical bay, and the meditation/training dojo where she spent the majority of her free time - a place he seemed to find an interest in.

Revna left the cockpit and silently made her way towards the dojo, having sensed the boy’s presence pause and linger there. She paused at the entryway, crossing her arms behind her back in the same manner her late Master, Darth Strosius , would have as she continued to watch the boy - her ember eyes narrowing slightly as he approached the small rack of weapons. There was not much there either; a staff, a vibro-sword, a couple of knives or daggers, and of course - the Sith sword she had picked up from the weapons and armor stash she had raided a couple weeks ago from the hidden Wonosan outpost. The only other weapon in the ship was her lightsaber, which was attached to her belt at her waist.

Silently, she continued to watch the boy as he seemed to examine the weapons, and she raised an eyebrow. What was he going to do? Steal one?

Probably.

It’s what she would have done had she been in his situation. She idly wondered as she watched and waited, if he had received any kind of weapons training while with the Jedi. Curious to see what he would do with a stolen weapon if he chose to take one, she turned away from the dojo and silently walked back down the small hallway, before reaching the small kitchenette to make a cup of caf.

She had a feeling she just might need it.

 

[Abishai Jade]

Moments before he reach out to take a dagger in his hands, he felt something pull at the corners of his mind. Abishai's head turned to see who it was that was looking at him. No, one was there. Someone had been, he knew it. But he could not say how he knew it.

His hand withdrew from the dagger and he stepped back a little. So much to consider. With one quick action he might be able to take control of this ship. What if there were some level of encryption on the nav system that would require the woman's input? He would be stuck going to what if forsaken place she was taking him. What if the droids were programmed to take control of the vessel and return it to the Sith?

What if he continued to be defenceless?

He ran his hand through his face and then smeared his face with both hands as he contemplated his options. Always do what you must to survive. Do not be vulnerable.

Without further consideration, he reached for the smallest of the daggers. It was something he could, and quickly did tuck under his shirt. As he turned though, he felt the blade press against his hip. He winced, knowing how close he had come to cutting himself. Within a heart beat, he had pulled the dagger back out. He could not hid it on his person.

It was only then that Abishai really saw the dagger, that he examined it. Some sort of scribble, maybe writing of some description along its blade. His eyes focused, squinting and reading over and over again. Red rings formed around his irises. His silent reading became an utterance.

"Tave diable iv Valnar, tave diable iv mirtis."

"Tave diable iv Valnar, tave diable iv mirtis."

"Tave diable iv Valnar, tave diable iv mirtis."

"Tave diable iv Valnar, tave diable iv mirtis."

The voice became not his own. The moment of realisation caused Abishai to drop the dagger on the floor and stumble back. Eyes widened, and his heart raced. His hands again smeared at his face, trying to wake him from whatever had momentarily taken him.

Yes, that dagger would do very nicely.

He stooped, picking it up again. Spinning the blade around, he hid it the best he could in a backwards grip. Something in his mind demanded he use the weapon. Use it to kill. The only person available to quench the thirst would have to do. To hell with the danger. The blade demanded blood.

Revna

 

[Revna]

Tag: Abishai Jade ​

Revna sipped on the fresh, hot cup of caf she had made as she waited for the boy to make his appearance. A few moments ticked by, and she heard a distant thud, as if something had been dropped. She paused mid sip and listened, lifting an eyebrow slightly as she pondered what he could be up to, but remained where she was. To outside appearances, she might have looked clueless or unaware of what was taking place.

But as she had learned from Darth Caedes , perceptions could be simple illusions. It was a lesson she had taken to heart and adapted; to appear as something different than what she was.

Everything that she was doing now, had a purpose. Her allowing the boy to roam had a purpose; her leaving him alone had a purpose. Her presenting her back had a purpose.

She could learn much from him, in how and what he chose to do with himself when left to his own devices.

Stretching out her senses, she could feel the presence of the boy in the Force - but it was warped now. He was still in the small meditation/training quarter, though he seemed to be leaving. Revna sighed softly as she set her mug of caf down; it appeared that he had a penchant for getting into trouble, just like she did. Is this how Darth Strosius felt when He had to deal with her antics? If so, then the Force had a strange sense of humor, she mused to herself.

The little Sith woman continued to keep her back turned, though this time she was a bit more alert. The aura of the boy was off, which meant that something was amiss, though she wasn’t entirely sure what yet. She had a feeling she was soon to find out, as she picked up the sound of faint footsteps approaching. It took all of her nerve to not whip around and face him, and to let him come closer.

Now he was stalking up behind her, and she could practically feel the intention ripple through the invisible currents that she was so sensitive to. Still…she acted as if she was unaware, until her instincts told her to move, and move she did. The boy lunged forward with a swipe of the dagger that was in his hand, the intent to kill in his eyes, on his face and in the motion of his body - but she was no longer in the vulnerable position with her back turned to him.

Instead she had turned and stepped aside with such swiftness that the blade he had swiped against the durasteel of the small counter she had been standing before with a metallic scraping sound that grated on the ears, before her own hand launched out like a striking viper to seize control of the armed hand, and with trained ease she used her feet to swipe his out from underneath him, giving the wrist and hand a twist as he went down - enough to dislodge the blade so that it clattered to the ground before she pinned him, ensuring that he could not move nor could he reach for the weapon again. It wasn’t a gentle containment, but it effectively immobilized him so he couldn’t hurt her, nor himself.

“Nice try.” she murmured as a smile flickered over her face, before she held out her free hand and Force summoned the dagger to a free hand. With the blade now in her possession, Revna released the young man and stood up, backing up a few steps to give him space. She eyed him cooly for a few moments, before looking down at the blade in her hand. Upon reading the inscription in Sith runes upon the blade, she felt the tendrils of dark and insidious intent try to pierce into her mind, to pull her under the influence of the dagger’s curse as well. Internally she scoffed; of course he would find a cursed blade and try to use it against her. And of course he’d be one with little to no mental shields to guard against such a thing.

The curse itself was a strong one, but it appeared that the curse was only activated by reading the incantation, and allowing the influence of the curse to take hold, so long as the wielder kept the blade on their person. A proper mental shield was more than good enough to fend off such an intrusion, and thus the curse had no effect on her as she simply shut out its influence.

And now that the boy was no longer in direct possession of the dagger, he should begin to feel its power over him start to fade and his own will return to him.

Revna flipped the dagger in her hand idly as she leveled her gaze upon the boy. “Of course you would pick up a cursed dagger, out of all the weapons that were available to you. If you’re going to steal a weapon, you should at least know how to use it. And having a strong mental shield will help you defend your mind against such intrusions or possessions. Or maybe don’t read a Sith incantation if you are not prepared to deal with the consequences.” She said in a somewhat sharp voice, before it softened as she briefly scanned him with her eyes to see if there was any further damage done. “My fault for not checking for such things, I suppose. Besides me disarming you and pinning you to the floor…how are you feeling, now that you’ve had some proper rest?”

OOC: I was given permission to move the other writer's character as needed for this post.​

 

[Abishai Jade]

All had begun to cloud. He acted without his own will. It was like he watched from outside his own body. Until, crack, his head hit the floor, and the blade tumbled from his hand. As his senses rushed back in, Abishai did what he knew to do instinctively. He tried to fight back.

His arms though did not immediately obey. He felt sluggish, drugged almost. Instead he flailed like a weak fish on the shore. "What are you doing?" He mumbled, "get off me..."

He felt a heat rise in the back of his neck, which lead to a fire in his mind.

"I didn't know it was cursed!" He yelled, incredulously.

He was already getting back on his feet, and checking the IV line in his arm. It was still there despite his rapid fall. His head hurt though.

"Why would you have a weapon like that in your...ow...." He stopped talking to support himself on the wall. His head really hurt.

"I am fine!" He spat out to answer her query, "you crazy Force users need to get the hell out of my life..."

He slumped against the wall. He hated the fact that his eyes were starting to water. But hopefully he could pass it off as being from the impact on the floor.

"...you are all liars...and I hate you all...and..."

His groggy mind was filled with an image of that blonde Jedi witch. Her lies. He damned. Filthy. Lies. They were all the same. All of them. He had not exactly loved his life, but it had been his. It had been his. Romi Jade had stolen it from him.

He bit his lip, and stifled his tears. He would not show weakness before this Sith. Not any more than he already had. He pushed himself back not to his feet, wavering just slightly as he regained his composure.

"So. What now?"

Revna

 

[Revna]

Tag: Abishai Jade ​

Revna remained still, even as the boy climbed back to his feet and raised his voice at her, yelling that he hadn’t known it was cursed, and started to ask why she would have such a thing before expressing pain, catching himself on the wall. Internally, there was concern; had she been too rough with her subduing him to take the weapon away from him?

Don’t coddle him; came a sharp voice in the back of her mind, and while she still felt concern for his well-being, she kept her face neutral as he reacted sharply to her inquiry, stating that ‘Force users need to get the hell out of his life’. To that, a very faint darkness crossed over her face, even as he slumped against the wall and spilled out some of his inner thoughts…that he believed them all to be liars, that he hated them all.

Revna moved a low stool that was nearby via the Force closer to him to sit on, if he wanted to. She herself leaned against the main counter in the kitchenette, setting the cursed dagger on the counter beside her as she crossed her arms over her chest, still watching as the boy wavered a little bit before asking her what was going to happen next. And for a few long moments she simply stared at him, burning eyes on his in a direct manner that was neither friendly nor hostile.

“Well what happens next depends on if you try to kill me again. Though I might actually welcome the challenge; it will at least entertain me while I return back home.” She replied, her more…fiery nature showing itself. If the kid wanted to be a spitfire, then she would return it in kind.

“And I will remind you again, that this ‘Crazy Force user’ is only in your life because of a choice you made. If you really want to complain about it, then I have no issue with throwing you out of an airlock. Would be the quickest way to remove crazy Force users from your life, and you wouldn’t have to worry about such things ever again.” She paused, letting her words settle for a moment, offering him one of her little smiles before continuing. “Or I can drop you off somewhere in this wild galaxy at some spaceport between here and me returning to my cozy little home, but that would more than likely be Hutt space, and someone like you would be quite the catch and prize in the slave dens, and clearly you wouldn’t be able to fend off a trained mercenary - you had your ass handed to you by a group of common thugs. Or you come back with me and get some training, because you clearly need it.”

She stared hard at him, cringing internally at the harshness of her words but knowing that he needed to hear it.

“You are full of anger and hatred and bitterness. And if you do not have training to properly teach you how to channel and harness those emotions, you are going to be consumed by them. And if you return to the Jedi, they are only going to teach you how to bury those emotions and make you into a ticking time bomb that will eventually explode and not only destroy you but everyone alongside you.”

Another pause as she reached up and rubbed her face, a flicker of emotion passing over her face as her voice softened. “When I was an untrained Force Sensitive, freshly freed from slavery - I had a Sith Lord present to me the same options I am presenting to you; I could go my way into the galaxy and try to make a way for myself and probably end up enslaved again, or I could learn to harness my gift and find purpose for my life, a direction and purpose I built for myself. Too many Force sensitives have that choice taken from them, and I will not do that to you, if I can help it. You have a choice in this matter, and I will respect your decision, just as I have been doing so. That said…we have one more standard day of travel before we reach Korriban. Once I return there, I probably won’t be able to leave again. However…if you desire to go your own way, I will at least make sure you are properly fed and healed and have new and better clothes and some credits to get you by until you can find a job somewhere else where you can make more. So…your fate is in your own hands, young man. What will you do with it?”