Er'in Tenel
W H I C H - W I T C H
Ryloth
Sinner's Well
The sword is the axis of the world and it's power is absolute.
The early morning light slanted in through the tall transparisteel windows that lined two of the three walls of the training room within the sanctum sanctorum of the Vicelord of the Commonwealth of Independent Systems, Darth Metus. The autofilters cut down on the glare, revealing the myriad of weapons both ancient and modern that lined the other two walls, along with the deactivated training droids and holotargets sitting silently in the motes of dust that danced in the shafts of early morning light.The Vicelord himself was absent this morning - at least for now - and the rooms sole occupant was one of his newest Acolytes, who stood among the weapons of war with elegant grace, waiting with somewhat less than patience for her tutor to arrive. It was her own fault of course, she'd chosen to arrive earlier than even she expected even the driven Echani woman to arrive for their appointment. She'd half expected to find her here doing her morning practice, but she suspected that her fellow Acolyte had both performed her practice, left and had time to return. Which was very much like Srina, really.
Er'in hoped at least she'd managed to dress practically enough that Srina wouldn't give her one of those looks again. She'd fenced since the age of four, so armed combat was not totally alien to her. But Dagobah had taught her that there was a world of difference between sports fencing in the Hapes Consortium and actual combat. Still, she strongly suspected she would get the look anyway, Srina just didn't understand she couldn't actually easily walk without high heels thanks to a lifetime of wearing them. She'd managed to find a practical and padded fencing jacket which - extortionate cost and style aside, shouldn't actually meet with outright laughter.
Although Srina would never actually be so gauche as to laugh. Which was why Er'in had come to her rather than to her Master when she wanted her first lessons in real swordswomanship and - eventually - the use of a lightsaber.
The thought triggered recollections of chaos of the Dagobah swamp.
Swamptroopers.
Pain.
Fear.
Anger.
Release.
Mandalorians.
The tunnels.
Darkness. The voices. The girl.
Rage.
Er'in's grip on the vibrosaber she was carrying tightened until her knuckles were white. She was never going to be weak again. Anger and flames seared in her heart, lightning danced along the backs of her knuckles and with a whine the vibrosaber died as it's electronics burnt out under the dark side energy.
She sighed. That was happening a lot lately. Food processing units. Droids. It was only time until it was a person. She was trying to tame the dark flame that had woken fully in her heart - just as Darth Metus had promised. But the power came so easily now that she had to leash her passions to her intellect.
And that was why she was here, really. Through Strength I gain Power. Well, there are many sorts of power and strength without control was nothing more than pointless destruction. She refused to become that, so she broadened her knowledge even as she spent hours in lone meditation in an empty room focusing on the flame in her heart.
She just really hoped she had it controlled enough she didn't electrocute her dance partner for today. Darth Metus would not be pleased if Er'in hurt his beloved.
And bury that thought deep, Er'in. Point it out to them and who knows what will happen. They're off to the Silver Jedi Order Lifeday celebration soon... and isn't that bizarre? Let them have their time.
[member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Darth Metus"]
(We're using your house, after all)
(We're using your house, after all)