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Waking up with a debt

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
She looked up at the woman, stepping back as her hand touched her hair. "Uh thank you... i guess. Its just so surprising." She pushed her hair back out of her face and breathed in. "You wanted to talk a walk miss with me?" @[member="Balaya Zambrano"]
 

Ral Telon

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@[member="Balaya Zambrano"] | @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]


Ral grunted as he walked towards the door and spoke. "You two ladies have your 'girl time'. I have errands to run. Balaya, keep her in line cause if you don't I will." The wolfman left with a strong growl and proceeded to continue his patrol of the castle.
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
She turned her head to him as he left. "Try it mutt..." She hated the thought of being refered to as something that they could just, 'keep in line'. She would be sure that he nor anyone here ordered her around like some slave, with or without power she would not be reduced to that.
@[member="Ral Telon"]
@[member="Balaya Zambrano"]
 
@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]

Balaya turned her head and then looked down. "Your place is with me apprentice, do not let him tell you different and once you realize what that means. He will as well, remember force users like us are meant to rule over the lesser ones of the galaxy. If he steps out of line do not hesitate to simply remind him of his own place. At the heel of your boots licking the dirt off of them. Understood?" The knight smiled backing away and went towards the suit of armor as she behind the large head board put it all on quickly and from trained practice. Then set the cloak for her actions as she turned around looking at Alexandra.

Balaya just smiled and opened her cloak to reveal the full form of her armor, few actually paid attention beyond it being scantly clad but that was the point. Darkside imbued cortosis, beskar and in someplace phrik to make it saber resistance, the talons of her claw could disable a lightsaber and the zoosha fabric was alchemically enhanced so the nearly transparent material acted more like armor weave then cloth. Her arms had more armor on them with the pauldrons hiding the displayed jewels before going into armored gloves that displayed a datapad with readout, a lavenrok with both discs as well as a saber running along her forearm and as Black would have felt on the one hand. An under the wrist blaster, the other side had a wrist mounted flame thrower.

The bra was the most intricate part confining her bosom which only lord Kaine knew held hidden in it a lightsaber, the breastplate was the same materials as the armor and held under the armpits twin lightwhips as it went down to the thing with blasters pistols heavily customized, lightsabers and electro whips around her waist with her family beskad attached to the small of her back just barely sticking out from the color of the cloak/cape. The thigh high boots connected to the holsters and went down to show four inch heels that served several purposes as it were but right now it had only added to her height so his eight foot notion had been correct. The knives (for her size think small swords) and vials of sith poison were displayed with sc'rath blades at her ankles with their sai shaped glory and power.

Finally her hood came back letting the mane of ankle length crimson red hair spill out to frame her form as Balaya stood full form with muscle but not enough to appear as a female bodybuilder, just enough that she looked imposing, was toned for her height and weight and it hide the massive amount of cybernetic enhancements. The final weapon was the large axe that stayed in her hand and slowly it found a place at her thigh on a sheath. She crossed her arms and waited having all of the equipment before offering her hand without the claw. "Now come Alexandra and we shall train you to be stronger, to let your power show."
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
She blinked, staring at the Zeltron before nodding once."Ok, lead on." She straightened up and pulled her sabers to her through the force and clipped them at her side under her robes. She then took the holocron and placed it within her robe as well before pulling up her hood and obscuring her face.
@[member="Balaya Zambrano"]
 
@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]

Balaya moved and guided the way through the castle as she started to explain a little. Outside her room was a long hallway filled with windows and slightly over sized curtains that blew in the wind on both sides to show that this section of the castle was part of a tower. The top of it as it were with its own private entrance and at the end of the hall was more soldiers in maroon armor. "These are the Slaugh, think of them as my version of the Blackblades. They keep order around the castle while the Blackblades secure the planet. Your room will be right here, it is not as big as mine but will have everything you need and I am right down the hall from you in the north tower. Kara the other hand of Lord Kaine is in the south tower... She is odd but in a good way Alexandra. Master Tricia is in the eastern tower, her apprentices one of which is missing. He was the one who attacked you, did so not on her orders. The Western tower is reserved for guests whom Lord Kaine's takes an interest is, it is forbidden to go there. Unless escorted by myself, Kara or Lord Kaine himself."

The tour concluded leading into the throne room which now held several servants who were attending to the general clean up. "Here is where when we are called you shall come and receive your orders or earn your rewards. Our lord is kind to those who serve well." Then Balaya went towards the left side of the throne while holding out her hand. "Now stand there and prepare. We're going to begin your instruction and I want you to use your anger."
 
@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]

I want you to draw your sabers and attack me, I want you to use your anger to fuel your power. Remember how the apprentice nearly killed you? What would you do if he was standing here right now before you? Would you just stand there? Or would you attack him?" Her gaze narrowed and she wasn't going to beat her student, no she was going to teach her how best to fight. How to win and how to make herself powerful with the darkside.
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
"But, i was taught letting my anger control my actions will make them sloppy and easy to counter... im sorry to question you but i was taught to keep a calm head when i fight not the opposite." She grabbed her sabers though, but left them unlit until Balaya responded to her concerns. @[member="Balaya Zambrano"]
 
@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]

"Your anger can give you power as well. Clouding your mind is something we train to overcome and the rage a sith feels can empower them." Balaya looked at the girl and remained very still for a moment as she clenched her fists and slowly her expression changed. Her brow furrowed and she felt the darkside like a taste in her mouth. Then her lips curled up into a sneer as force body and rage built making the muscles bulk. Increasing her size to look nearly double while a vein in her forehead and neck pulsed with blackened energy. Finally she finished holding the force rage in her form then letting it wash out in waves of heat and anger. "Your rage apprentice can make your far stronger when you can control it." Now show me your anger, show me what you would do to the one who attacked you."
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
She thought that over, what would she do to the one that attacked her. Simply attack and cut him down, but that would mean actually taking his life, she had never done that before. She never had to kill someone or something, she helped the Sneevel and they helped her, so why does she have to kill at all. She shook her head, the zeltron wouldnt make her kill her, she just wants Alexandra to attack with her anger. She breathed in, focusing and running forward, letting her strikes flow with her body's movements. No rage rose, not hatred came to light, she simply bolted forward and brought the blade in a controlled cut at her side as it hissed to life. @[member="Balaya Zambrano"]
 
@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]

Balaya was looking at the girl and felt it more in herself. The rage was building but her apprentice was still not angry while her hand came up with a crimson saber as she moved forward. Her blade coming up to meet Alexandra's blade and sparks of blue lightning crackled along the length of her clawed hand. The zeltron threw it forward and almost growled sending a low amount to just irritate and incite her. "Get angry and strike me."
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
Locked her jaw as she felt the pain go through her. The pain welled up inside of her, causing her to flinch for a moment before she could recover. She set her feet again and brought the blade down in a overhead strike, trying to fuel it with anger that she didnt have, trying to speed up the strike and break past the Zeltron's defense. But she knew this was impossible, she had no reason to hate this woman, nor did she have the strength to beat the woman through pure strength. Her doubt started to fall off her in waves as she struck a second time, the second one much weaker and shaky as it hit Balaya's blade.
@[member="Balaya Zambrano"]
 
@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]

Balaya felt the strike and could feel her apprentice... Could feel her doubt as she sent another shock to her. The anger rising in herself as she wanted to share it. "Get angry Alexandra, if you don't get angry you will forever be the weakling. The apprentice who attacked you will either kill you or enslave you and violate you. Is that what you want? To be weak> To be enslaved or killed? Your strength needs to come from who you are... Now attack me." Balaya breathed in deeply while she slashed upwards towards Alexandra's armpit but focused on it. If she hit the blade would be deactivated allowing the hilt to scrap along the robes. If she got blocked it meant there was fight left in the girl.
 
The Bantha pack bleated louder, seeming to desperately want attention of some kind. They started to bleat in unison, almost forming a song. It sounded reminiscent of the Cantina Band music.
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
Alexandra goes outside and kills the bantha, just kidding. She brings one of her blades to block the sith's cut, she would not give up so easily and so soon. She focused and let her emotions flow, something she was told not to do. In an instant she felt the anger flowing off Balaya, she felt it flow into her and manifest itself. With both blades she swung the blades up and down, left and right, a constant flurry of silver blades striking at Balaya. Her anger at losing to the Duros, her pain at failing in her charge to defend the holocron, her annoyance at the loss of her home. Every shred and bit of emotion flowed into her strikes, as the amplified her strikes and their speed as she further indulged in the well of emotions that flowed through her.
@[member="Balaya Zambrano"]
 
@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]

[I think you just got your first PC kill Alexandra]

Balaya laughed when she felt it... Oh she felt it and brought her armored arms up to block the flurry while covering herself. There were burns in the small gaps but enough armor to let her resist Alexandra and speak while saturating the area with pheromones... They enhanced desire yes but only if the person wanted the object... If they liked it. Otherwise it could have a slightly opposite effect. Make one more angry and spiteful... She wanted her apprentice to hate her. It was the only way the darkside would be able to flow through every fiber of her being and with the corruptive nature of Thule, of the castle. It could happen more so, that was why Lord Kaine's throne room was perfect for teaching, for turning and for breaking. "Yes yes.... Alexandra... give into your hate. Let it flow through you and become strength."

Soon though Balaya brought her clawed hand into a swipe to try and catch the blades while her saber went for a stab. Alexandra was in a flurry of swipes and emotions but she was facing an armory in armor forged from beskar.
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
Alexandra's strikes stopped suddenly, her breathing heavy and hard. She had never fought as hard as she did there, even when she was in the complex fighting. Her muscles were strained and her eyes heavy. "Im done... its too much." She wasn't use to it all, the emotions, the speed of her movements. She had never pushed herself so hard. And now she didnt know if she could fight if she had to.
@[member="Balaya Zambrano"]
 

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