Elpsis Kerrigan
"Keep your barriers up. Some of them are aware of what has happened, some are not. React with calmness and compassion. Do not allow anger or fear to cloud your emotions. That will draw them to you. You should be safe, as you will not be recognisable to them as I might as a Xio."
The catwalk was quite old. Sections close to the door had been repaired and improved with modern metals, but this work seemed to have been abandoned part way through, likely because of the visitations.
For those who did not like heights it was best not to look down. It extended out maybe thirty feet and eventually came to a wider ending. The ornate mouth which had once dominated the end had been removed but otherwise it remained the same. Far below was a bubbling trough of lava. Ancient pullies and chains once scooped this material out to use above, or the unfortunate miners below had to work in the oppressive heat and fumes.
A figure seemed to be waiting for them at the end. She was dressed in rags, her skin marked with bruises and cuts, her legs chained together. She turned as they approached and they could see it was a Qadiri, angry and frightened.
"Please don't send me over, I can still work! I'll be good!"
Her eyes fell on Diona, confused, then to Ximal and her eyes narrowed. "Why are you doing this to us?! Why do you make us suffer?"
"Be at peace, spirit, your suffering is over," Ximal said softly.
"What do you...?" Anger coursed across her face. "You killed me and now come to mock me?"
Ximal bowed her head. "Time has passed. Tell me your name so I can remember it. Evil destroyed you, but not all is darkness. There is the Light."
Diona would see other shapes appearing as if from mist. Some Xio, some Vash, some Qadiri. One reached out bloodied hands to her. "Help us!"
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Tamoca shook her head. "I do not, sorry. When the slaves were brought here they were not referred to by name. Some were tattooed or branded with a number, but as often or not they were simply called whatever crude name the overseers thought was funny. We recovered all the names and identities we could afterwards and keep them here, but sadly there are fewer than we'd like."
"We were...close, yes. But I hope she is in a better place now. One day, spirits willing, I will join her, hopefully aid her in looking over this place so that its history is not lost, but that is not my choice."
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Phylis frowned. "I'm sure you would do a credit to your craft, Nyssa, but if it's all the same I'll, hmm, refuse. I see though you are full of surprises. Very interesting."
"Okay, that's a good starting point. Hmm, I won't belabour the point, but it's good to understand what Soresu is and is not. It is not, hmmph, only defensive like some people claim. Lightsabre combat is dangerous, often quick, and often fatal. A single glance can cut through skin and bone better than a hack with a regular blade. Therefore defense is wise...to a point. Remember, the attacker only needs you to miss one parry and its over. That is why Soresu is interesting because it is fundamentally about turning defence into attack. Protection against ranged and melee as a means of counter attacking."
She activated the training blade which glimmered yellow. "Soresu is a form which favours those who are quick, agile, it does not necessarily reward the battering ram or the hammer blow. Your goal is to deflect the enemy just enough so you escape harm, trade space for time and wait for the counter attack. I think though it is easiest to demonstrate the principles. So, with the training blade and nothing else, come at me and attack."
The Jedi Master took a guard stance and waited for Elpsis to attack.