Lassiter
Sword of Vahl
The floodlights flashed to life only to expose the unconscious acolyte to the coldness of light. From a top an out-of-reach ledge she would be able to tell the back-and-forth pacing shape of her Master as the sound of footsteps echoed around her. The air was thick, cold. Each breath steamed in the contrasting light and darkness as Sena watched her apprentice while just barely keeping her own desires in check.
She was just sitting there. A fresh victim was just sitting there helpless and alone. The voice within the Master’s mind urged her to do it. Just like old times, stab and bail. But she couldn’t do that. Not anymore. This was her student and no matter how hard that tempting little whisper in her mind would try to persuade her otherwise there was little Sena could do but begrudgingly set her urges aside for the purpose of ‘helping’ this woman grow.
Leather creaked as her gloved hands wrapped themselves around the cold metal railing. Sena leaned over the railing to let her apprentice know just exactly who it was that held the power over who here. Sena was, and no matter what the apprentice tried to do that wouldn’t change in a long while. The lightsaber that had previously been attached to the apprentice’s belt was now safely attached to Sena’s. The only thing that the girl in the spotlight had going for herself right now was the clothes on her back and the cuffs on her wrists and not much else.
“Wake up, Zambrano.” The soft hum of one Sena Lassiter would echo throughout the empty chamber. “I took the liberty of ensuring your co-operation. I am sure you don’t mind.”
For a second Sena allowed herself to chuckle. This was the part where it began, the part where Joycelyn would be given the same tutoring that had helped turn Sena from a street urchin into the Sword of Vahl. Only there had been upgrades. Upgrades meant to further torment the one subjected to the horrors that Sena herself hadn’t truly been exposed to. The hounds were still there, but the challenge was renewed.
There were four doors leading into the cell that Joycelyn would find herself detained within. Each of them lead to one exit. More specifically they all lead to the same exit but along the way there would be different obstacles for the student to get over.
The first of which was waking up.
“I see you have been busy while I was away.” Sena mused as she let go of the railing and withdrew her apprentice’s saber. “It’s kind of... Plain, don’t you think?”
With the flick of a button she turned it off. A red beam. A wide grimace spread on the master’s features.
“Poor shape. Red beam. Overall a lousy design.” Sena chided her student before turning the saber off again in disgust. “No. This won’t do. You will get yourself a real saber when we are done or you won’t get a saber at all.”
Spontaneous shift in mood.
“So, how are you feeling? Stuck, perhaps? Exposed? ... Well?”
[member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]
She was just sitting there. A fresh victim was just sitting there helpless and alone. The voice within the Master’s mind urged her to do it. Just like old times, stab and bail. But she couldn’t do that. Not anymore. This was her student and no matter how hard that tempting little whisper in her mind would try to persuade her otherwise there was little Sena could do but begrudgingly set her urges aside for the purpose of ‘helping’ this woman grow.
Leather creaked as her gloved hands wrapped themselves around the cold metal railing. Sena leaned over the railing to let her apprentice know just exactly who it was that held the power over who here. Sena was, and no matter what the apprentice tried to do that wouldn’t change in a long while. The lightsaber that had previously been attached to the apprentice’s belt was now safely attached to Sena’s. The only thing that the girl in the spotlight had going for herself right now was the clothes on her back and the cuffs on her wrists and not much else.
“Wake up, Zambrano.” The soft hum of one Sena Lassiter would echo throughout the empty chamber. “I took the liberty of ensuring your co-operation. I am sure you don’t mind.”
For a second Sena allowed herself to chuckle. This was the part where it began, the part where Joycelyn would be given the same tutoring that had helped turn Sena from a street urchin into the Sword of Vahl. Only there had been upgrades. Upgrades meant to further torment the one subjected to the horrors that Sena herself hadn’t truly been exposed to. The hounds were still there, but the challenge was renewed.
There were four doors leading into the cell that Joycelyn would find herself detained within. Each of them lead to one exit. More specifically they all lead to the same exit but along the way there would be different obstacles for the student to get over.
The first of which was waking up.
“I see you have been busy while I was away.” Sena mused as she let go of the railing and withdrew her apprentice’s saber. “It’s kind of... Plain, don’t you think?”
With the flick of a button she turned it off. A red beam. A wide grimace spread on the master’s features.
“Poor shape. Red beam. Overall a lousy design.” Sena chided her student before turning the saber off again in disgust. “No. This won’t do. You will get yourself a real saber when we are done or you won’t get a saber at all.”
Spontaneous shift in mood.
“So, how are you feeling? Stuck, perhaps? Exposed? ... Well?”
[member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]