Chevu Visz
Question everything
Chevu and Coren had been master and student for some time now. The two fought Gundarks together as well as smoke demons. She knew the inside of his ship like the back of her hand, as well as where he hid his liquor bottles. The Corellian and Mirialan moved through missions as if each step was choreographed and pitch perfect, not a note out of tune. She didn't need to wait for his commands. She acted, and it was in sync. It just worked. Except for today when it didn't.
Today the tune was discordant. There were glitches in the recording. Cacophony and indeterminacy. The hiss and hum of static.
Chevu took the hit squarely in her shoulder and felt herself knocked flat on her back with Coren pinning her down.
She struggled underneath of him, feeling the dark side taking root, sinking into the fertile ground of her ragged confusing emotions. She knew she could use the forbidden energy to throw him off. Or she could resist its dark lullaby and lose the fight, submitting to him.
She chose to focus on the light inside, shoving out the darkness with an angry cry.
[member="Coren Starchaser"]
Today the tune was discordant. There were glitches in the recording. Cacophony and indeterminacy. The hiss and hum of static.
Chevu took the hit squarely in her shoulder and felt herself knocked flat on her back with Coren pinning her down.
She struggled underneath of him, feeling the dark side taking root, sinking into the fertile ground of her ragged confusing emotions. She knew she could use the forbidden energy to throw him off. Or she could resist its dark lullaby and lose the fight, submitting to him.
She chose to focus on the light inside, shoving out the darkness with an angry cry.
[member="Coren Starchaser"]