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Tame me if you dare [Moridin]

Nisha Decrilla

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The room was quiet and free from prying eyes, an unusual sensation Anaya was fast getting used to. Oman had always had her in a spotlight of sorts, his ‘pet’ and his apprentice. Thoughts of her dead master brought a smile to her lips but she pushed them aside and moved to the centre of the room and settled on the floor to meditate.

Her mind, had other plans as it skirted from one memory to the next ever ditracting, ever infuriating. With a yell of frustration she threw the first thing her hand settled upon across the room. The lightsaber merely bounced off the wall. Angry and upset for reasons she could not fathom she hugged her knees. She had come to the Sith Empire in search of a Master that could truly teach her, and so far she had found nothing and been approached by no one.

Patience was not one of her strong points.
 
Moridin roamed through the halls of a temple on Korriban. He was here seeking a new apprentice. As of yet he had not yet had one in this age, but that was about to change. He needed someone strong, someone powerful, and above all someone obedient. He needed someone he could send across the galaxy at a moments whim. At this point he was at war with the Mandalorians and the Republic. He had attacked both factions openly, attempted to kill their leaders, and massacred hundreds of both of their soldiers.

Both factions were ready to jump and claw his throat. This was of course exactly what the Dreadlord wanted, he wanted both of the factions to come after him and by extension the Sith. This however meant that he would be indisposed most of the time, he needed an apprentice to do things for him.

So far four applicants had tried to claim him as their master and he had found all of them...wanting. So he stalked through the halls of the Sith Temple, hunting an apprentice for him to use as a toy. His force signature lay bare, and he seemed to infiltrate the mind of every man, woman, and child within the temple.

He called to them, screamed at them to come to him. They needed to prove themselves against him, and in return he would give them knowledge, and more importantly...power.
 

Nisha Decrilla

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She heard the command and she felt the power behind it. Her lekku quivered with excitement and she leapt to her feet, using the force to pull her lightsaber back to her hand as she bounded for the door and wrenched it open.

She was not the only apprentice in the temple enticed by this call but she was not willing to let another take this chance from her using the force to give her a short burst of speed she moved ahead of the others, or so she thought. As she rounded the corner there was another older apprentice that stood facing the master, lightsaber in his hand.

Anaya did not stop, pulling her two sabers from her hilt she leapt onto the boys back, activating the blades only when the hilts were against him. One burst through his chest the other through his neck. Deactivating them again she let him drop to the floor. She met the masters eyes, brought one saber up in a salute then adjust herself into a ready stance, waiting for the invitation to attack.
 
(Short post but eh)

Moridin looked as an apprentice stepped up to challenge him. The Dreadlord made no threatening move, instead waiting for the man to come at him. Instead however a small girl ran up behind him, and shoved her lightsaber through his chest. The Sith raised an eyebrow in genuine surprise, and delight. He smirked slightly as the girl killed the man and then immediately took a battle stance.

He was not suitably enough impressed to take her on right then and their, but she had already done more than most of the apprentices than had come to him. So with a Smirk Moridin raised his palm and turned it backwards, he simply motioned for her to attack.
 

Nisha Decrilla

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Anaya mirrored Moridin's smirk as he beckoned for her to attack and activated her sabers again.
Eager to please, she called upon the force for speed spun towards Moridin, her blades arching for his chest and face.

(think I beat you on the short post :p)
 
Moridin didn't draw his lightsaber, nor did he make a move for his whip or Sith sword. Instead he used the force, he let it slide into his muscles, his tendons, his entire body. He dodged the swipes of the lightsabers moving back a single step and letting the lightsabers pass him by only an inch. It happened in only a second, but the Sith Lord moved faster than time itself.

As the blades passed him by the Dreadlord reset his footing, and then launched himself forward barring a heavy fist. He launched his hand towards the girls stomach, aiming to break her ribs.
 
Her lekku were trembling with anticipation and excitement as the adrenaline coursed through her and she could not keep the small smile of enjoyment from her face. She had expected for the master to bring out a saber or something to meet hers so when there was nothing but a dodge she was surprised, but no so surprised that she did not see his fist coming.

While she was not as fast as him she was fast enough to twist away and avoid the full impact of the fist, so it only grazed her. She let the force glide through her and used a force push to send him back wards, and then lifted the body of the apprentice she had killed and sent it hurtling towards him before bounding forward again for another lightsaber attack.
 
Moridin was flung back from the force push and flew backwards several dozen meters. While he was in the air he steadied himself, and then with his own force push flipped himself around so he landed on his feet. He slid backwards another foot or so upon landing and immediately raised his own palm. The body of the other apprentice stopped within the air only a few feet from him. The Dreadlord smirked slightly, and then placed his palm on a lightsaber hilt at his side.

The hilt was curved and seem to fit in his hand with recognition. He grabbed the blade off his belt and then pushed the dead body forward once again. The threw it back at Anaya before she could reach him and ignited his blade. The Deep orange blade sprung to life, and Moridin lunged forward, directly after the body.

He bounded on top of the dead body and used it as a stepping stone, he flew high up into the air and over Anaya ending up behind her. Then from there The Dreadlord turned about and slashed at the girls back, aiming to injure and maim her.
 

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Anaya skidded to a halt as the body of the apprentice began to head back towards her. the snap hiss of the masters blade made her smile however and she ducked beneath the body and let it sail over her, catching a glimpse of the master using it as a stepping stone as she did.

Spinning she caught Moridin's saber on hers, but only after it had seared across her arm. She made no noise of pain however, pain was little more than a trick of the mind and ignoring it was something she had grown up doing. For a moment she just held the masters blade there, holding his gaze, her breathing laboured yet determined not to give in.

Finally she pushed the orange blade away and began to rain blow after blow upon him with her twin sabers, spinning and twisting as she did, almost as if it was a dance. yet she was tiring and her concentration was beginning to slip.
 
Moridin caught blow after blow upon his saber. He ducked and dodged behind those that he could not catch. She was good, although no where near his level of course. Still The Dreadlord smirked slightly as She swiped both of her blades in an arch towards him. Moridin caught the blades on his one saber holding the curved hilt backwards in his hand. “Good.”

As he locked the three blades into place the Dreadlord spoke a single word, and then moved to be on the assault. He position his saber in between her's holding them in place, then he moved his leg forward tucking his foot behind her leg and pulling harshly and swiftly, aiming to cause her to fall to the ground.
 

Nisha Decrilla

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The compliment caught her off guard and a wave of pleasure at receiving it washed from her. She smiled, though this was too much of a distraction and by the time she felt Moridin's leg behind hers it was too late to do anything.

Such a simple move, and so easy to avoid, yet she had let her concentration slip and she fell, deactivating her blades as she did. Her frustration at allowing something so simple to catch her out. Once on the floor she rolled backwards and came up in a crouch, breathing heavily. "I can do better." she told him, though it was more for her own encouragement.

Calling upon the force for strength and energy she rose and reactivate her blades, this time letting the master make the first move.
 
Moridin didn't move for some reason. He stared at the girl taking in the entirety of her. She was young, attractive. A twi'lek obviously. The Dreadlord didn't care for most women, he found sex and things of that nature rather boring...well except for with one person. He had only room for one lover in his life and that was Anara. She however was happily living without him, something he would not disrupt. This apprentice however was attractive, most people would state at her, and he knew this to be an advantage even in battle.

The Dreadlord stared at her for a few more seconds, then dashed forward. Almost in an instant he appeared before the girl, his lightsaber slashed at her legs. At the same time he drew a small knife like blade from his sleeve. With this he slashed towards her face, aiming to put a scar under her left eye.
 

Nisha Decrilla

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As he stared at her Anaya had a chance to gather her energy again, there was something in his eyes that made her reach out towards him with the force but she barely touched him before he was upon her again.
Stifling a cry of surprise, she had to use both her blade to block the powerful swing at her legs, his knife cut deep into her skin, opening her left cheek. Twisting his saber away from her she swung one at the hand holding the blade, hoping to sever either fingers or hand to make him drop, while the other slashed at his chest.
 
The Dreadlord didn't even move his hand. The lightsaber twisted and cut off several of his fingers though he didn't even budge. Onto the floor fell the tips of his flesh, though if one looked closely it hardly resembled a human hand. Moridin smiled, it had been a sacrifice but one worth taking. His hand of course, wasn't actually his own. He had lost the appendage in a fight with the Jedi Grandmaster, that had been an entertaining day.

Moridin bounded backwards, hopping several meters into the Sith temple and disengaging Anaya. He looked at his now crippled hand. It squirmed and moved about, then slowly it began to grow again. The nubs that were in place of his fingers grew larger and larger until they once again resembled regular fingers. His hand was a Yuuzhan Vong Biot, replaced several months ago. He smiled, and then bade the Apprentice to come forward.
 

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Anaya stared in shock as Moridin's fingers grew back, vaguely aware of the blood trickling down her face. "That's just downright unfair." she said gesturing at it with her lightsaber, a pout forming on her lips. She had felt like she had at achieved something and he had taken it from her in one swift swoop. She smirked however as he beckoned her forward once more drawing them into the temple, where she had more room to dance.

Running forward she leapt up and used the wall and the force to propel up above him to bring both sabers down on top of him before swiping at his legs.
 
Moridin bounced backwards again before she could even reach him. This was the crux of battle, dodging, moving, and making ones opponent tired. The Dreadlord preferred never to meet his opponents Saber until he was already guaranteed to win. This was no different no matter who he fought. He dodged and moved backwards letting the lightsaber pass his legs by only an inch or so. Then he shuffled his feet, pressing forward and then with his right hand pressing out in a massive force push.

He couldn't do it with his left of course. The Yuuzhan Vong Biot was outside of the force, and thus he couldn't use it to call upon any sort of force power except for Force Lightning. It was a strange mutation, but one that served him well. The Dreadlord pushed out with the force, aiming to pin Anaya to the wall and end the fight.
 

Nisha Decrilla

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After his dodge she had raised her sabers for another strike, but Moridin's force push caught her and slammed her against the wall. Deactivating her blades she knew the fight was done and allowed herself to be pinned there.

The only question that ran through her mind was whether she had done enough. As the adrenaline left her she began to feel the sting of her wounds and winced slightly for the first time since the fight had started
 
Moridin pinned the girl to the wall, and as soon as she was put in place the Dreadlord pocketed his lightsaber. He sighed slightly as he walked up to her. It had been a good fight actually, he hadn't expected the Apprentice to last as long as she had. Blood ran down her face form the deep cut she had received. The Dreadlord looked at her for a few minutes as he stepped up to her, a look of slight interest upon his face.

Finally he spoke, his voice was entirely controlled and filled with a power unknown “You fared well. Better than many of your brothers and sisters.”

He didn't release her from her place on the wall, instead he kept her pinned in place. There was no gesture from his hands, or even a wrinkle of his face he simply willed her to stay in place the force made it so. He wondered how she would fare over the next few months, he had already decided to take her as an Apprentice, although she didn't quite know that yet.
 

Nisha Decrilla

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Anaya relaxed, it was clear she was not going to be released from her position against the wall. Moridin's compliment excited her however and she smiled, her lekku quivered slightly.
"Many of my borthers and sisters have not suffered nor hated as I have. Nor have they already killed a master."
The fact that she had killed him in a deceitful way rather than facing her last master in combat was neither here nor there, he was dead and she lived.
 

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