Gutter Goddess
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The monotonous march of industrial machinery was as common an ambiance here as songbirds in spring on Talus. Or, so she was told. Arris had seldom left the slums where she was raised until fate took her from that world altogether.
It was time, the cyborg felt, to finally teach her apprentice something.
But the idea daunted her... Was Arris Windrun a teacher? Had she taught anyone? Anything at all? She tried to teach
Nilira Vornix
how to shockbox - a first lesson that turned into a lecture, which in itself became a heartfelt argument, with Arris on the losing side. She tried to teach
Kirie
how to stand up for herself, but that lesson started with a beanbag round straight to the chest, and had it helped her? The last time Arris saw her, Kirie was punished and collared. In better spirits than she would've thought, but all the Triumvir could offer was a walk and a cigarette.So, when it came to teaching her own apprentice, doubts began to swirl within her mind.
The cyborg invited him to find her in The Works, at the heart of an energy yard which powered what few factories remained. She knelt in meditation, at the center of charged pylons, where tendrils like lightning stretched across the distances between them, thundering and crackling. It was... surprisingly peaceful. Extremely lethal.
A good place to be. A place to get stronger. Hell, the thought drew a smile. She really was starting to think like a Sith - chasing death and danger just to raise the bar.
Her head tilted slightly, turning an ear towards the sound of footsteps approaching from behind her.
"Took you long enough," she teased.