Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

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Reaver of Savior

Vash watched as clara inched her way to him. The power she used to "push him out" of her mind hand used up what was left of her stamina. She was fading quickly and the wounds from her battle would only serve to continue to take what was left of her ability to stay awake. But to his obvious pleasure, she would use the last of her will to accept his offer and surrender herself to him. Becoming his apprentice.

"Wonderful. You belong to me now, my apprentice" he answered her with an evil grin. Then reached out from the shadow with something in hand. A collar. One more commonly used in the Empire to control slaves, in this case one that could also nullify the connection to the force at the push of a button. Wash would open the collar and place it around the neck of Clara, turning it on as he closed and locked it in pace.

"Now. Rise apprentice" Vash commanded, and held out her saber hilt for her to receive.
 

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"Thank you, my master," she would reply with her head bowed low.

Although she felt weak and exhausted, she couldn't help but slowly form a smile on her face. She had done it. She found a master. Someone to teach her everything her mother refused; someone to guide her to be stronger with both the Force and with her saber. Yes, she was on her way to becoming a true Sith now. But she didn't expect him to gift her with a sort of necklace. But this necklace was heavy and she'd quickly learn it was not something she wished to wear. The cold steel wrapped around her neck and clasped in the front before locking. Her hand reached up to feel the cold metal and she looked up at him quizzically. She didn't feel any different, so she didn't have a clue what it was for. She'd never seen a slave collar before.

Instructing her to rise, he held his saber out to her next. Clara let out a tiny wince as she picked herself up and reached for the hilt. It felt strong in her hands. She smiled at him, giving him a thankful look in her eyes, before everything started to go white. With one final sigh she fell forwards into his arms and passed out....

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