Vjun::Stregnthening the Sith

[Darth Sicarius]

In a flash, the slippery Kunai's metal texture would leave Malas's hand and only a half second later, it would smash into the wall on which the young lady leaned. If she was lucky she would be the Force adept and would be able to move away from the Kunai's target spot before it smashed into her chest. Just as fast as Malas had thrown the Kunai, she rolled onto her side, dodging the small blade. Although she had managed to dodge it, she would not leave the cell unscathed for she had been struck in the head by her bunk's corner. As soon as she felt the wound, her hands would launch to it, and for a few seconds she would grasp it, before turning to Malas, staring at him.

He could tell she was angry, she wanted to know who he was, why he was staring, why he through the Kunai at her. She wanted to be free, to return to her home planet. Malas could guess the feeling, wanting to go somewhere but not being able to. It must have been a real torture. She was weak, and in maybe another week she was going to die of starvation, but Malas saw promise in her. She had two mighty allies, her insanity and her adepcy, she was going to be a Sith.

Malas turned around and walked down the hall to a floating droid which carried medication and other tools, stopping infront of it he would talk to it as if it were a 3 year old child, slowly and prolonging words.

"You and Three, Three, Droids take the young Woman in that cell to one of the Abandoned Mansions. Treat her wounds, feed her and make sure she exercises until she is strong. Now go."

Saying this, he would move to the side, and continue down the hall.

[Nyatha Non]

Before the man left the cell she said her thank yous and goodbies. The droids retreived her carefully, as the young woman decided to watch the man walk away from the cell. He is a mystery to her. And a mystery she will solve.

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The arrival at the mansion in Vjun wasn’t what she expected. Well, the mansion that is. The droids were very helpful. They fed her and helped her exercise to get stronger. Exercising was her least favorite…. But, she knew she had to get stronger and her wrist was healing perfectly fine now because of exercising too. Nyatha Non was relieved to get out of the Asylum. However, the trip to the mansion from the Asylum was an interesting one. She slept through the whole way in a corner where it would be dark. The straight jacket was taken off before she even left the Asylum too.

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Nyatha watched the droids slice up a red apple. She is sitting on a stool at the side of an oak rectangular table in the middle of the kitchen. Her chin is resting on her cupped hands whilst her elbows are up on the table. One of the droids, who seems to be helping the one who is slicing up the apple, got annoyed because her elbows were on the table. She glared slightly and removed them. She crisscrossed her arms against her chest delicately and got off the stool to go outside for a bit. She was scowling and cursing under her breath.

“Why are they treating me like I’m some little kid? I’m only seventeen…” Nyatha hissed under her breath to herself, as she walked away from them.

The seventeen-year-old girl walked quietly toward the rail. She leaned her arms against them. The rays of the sun are beating down upon her like rain. The dying planet continues to sooth her weary soul and mind. The rocky planet was different, very different than her home at Coruscant. It was a beautiful sight, enough to calm her feelings down, but the hatred was still inside of her heart and her soul. Even though the surroundings were dying she could care less. Did that man really set her free? What for though? She knew all along that he was a force adept. She sensed it within him… sith he was or still is for that matter... Nyatha sighed and turned away from the wide open of rocks. Her back is to the railing now whilst her hands have coiled around the rail. She bent her right leg against the black medal poles that hold the railing up for support. She looked to her left, nothing was interesting, she looked to her right and nothing was interesting. She stared at the wooden platform with anger. She was to be sith like him.

The young girl looked a lot stronger than that day she was sent free. Her arms looked a lot muscular. Her body now slender and she could possibly do flips with her body if she wanted to. She smiled at the thought, but than it faded away. She rarely smiles now. She has gotten tan in the past couple of days. Running and jogging was one of her favorites on the menu. Her black hair is pulled up in a high ponytail. Her hair is long and straight. The ends of her hair can be noticed dangling off her knees. The droids insisted her to cut it off, but she wouldn’t let them or her self for that matter. And her green eyes had come back, but the dark decided to come along.

[Darth Sicarius]

Time had flown by over the next 3 weeks, Malas had begun his preperations for a jedi attack at the Asylum, and was proudly waiting their assault to end their race once and for all. Since the begining of history, near 200 thousand years ago when Coruscant was first consumed by the World City they had controlled the powers of the galaxy, even if they denied it it was obvious that their control on the galaxy was both judicial and political. But in the past, all the younger Jedi wanted was to keep justice true and to make sure that anarchy never reigned anywhere, and that was the mission of the Dark Jedi, the outcasted ones. But the Dark jedi that had been revived were fools, they were not bent on assuring justice to one and all, but to only bring chaos. They fought for the Sith by abandoning it, they were cowards. But the last 15 years of life in the galaxy had been one Sith War after another, with no pause in between the Sith marched out to fight the jedi. Finally it began to catch up to them, their numbers were lowering so it was time to turn to training more apprentices.

Malas walked through the asylum many days, passing before the cells but he had never encountered a force using inmate. The young woman was extremely strong in the force, and luckily she was not beyong the age to thuroughly train her mind. And thanks to Malas she was now not only strong of mind but of body, according to the reports that he had recieved from the droids at the Mansion that lay maybe 400 miles from there.

Malas made his way towards the mansion, to formerly meet his soon to be apprentice. Although she was mentally unstable, he wondered if her mind could retain memory or only when raged did she blow up into a blind fury. He traveled aboard a small shuttle that was painted to match the asylum, with a dark grey and white it shot over the mountains past the many mansions and chateau that lined the land scape.

An hour or two later, he would walk through the doors of the mansion, to find the 3 droids alligned against the wall. He wore the same close as the last time he had encountered the young woman, still wearing no cloak his disfigured face showed brightly in the finely lit hallway. In a loud yet emotionless voice, he spoke to the droids.

"Take me to her", and as he spoke, they folllowed his order and began to hover away towards the balcony where she stood.

[Nyatha Non]

Nyatha walked across the balcony rather gracefully. She crisscrossed her arms against her chest lightly once again. While she walked, her green eyes remained on the platform of the balcony. She stopped only to stare and leant over the balcony to look over the horizon. Strange… someone’s at the door. Could it be him? That man who brought her here? She leaned in a little bit more to get a closer look, but carefully so she wouldn’t fly off of it and kill her self for nothing. It’s him all right….

“Hm…I wonder...” she said to her self thoughtfully while rubbing her chin. She almost lost her balance because of that, but she caught herself at last. She watched him go in the mansion. Her mind is focused only on him now. She sighed solemnly and as soon as he walked in she quickly moved away from the hot silver railing. She placed her small hands inside of her pockets while Nyatha moved to the double doors and walked inside, closing the double doors behind her, as she does. She walked a little bit closer to the living room, which has two black leather couches facing across from each other and a small round table in between. Nyatha rarely got any visitors and this man was her first visitor.

Slowly, she walked to the spiral staircase only to take a glance at the man and the droids. She had to get on the black leather couch in order to see them because it was in her way. The spiral staircase has a railing and she leant against it, as she watched the man carefully with her green eyes. Down below, it only seemed like it was fifteen feet to her.

She moved a strand of her hair behind her right ear because it was starting to irritate her. She’s been trying hard to hide her wrist amongst her folded arms and inside of her cloak pockets knowing that it isn’t fully healed yet. The wrist still has that bandaged on from yesterday. Nyatha grinned at the thought knowing that she is too sneaky and well aware that he’ll soon find out about her wrist. If he did found out, well…that’s a different story. Her face went emotionless.

Nyatha is wearing what she wore at the Ayslum, but they've been washed of course. Her hair is up in a braid, which is resting against her back care free. However, she is cloaked by a black leather trench cloak, which hides most of her clothing.

[Darth Sicarius]

An old cliché once said Curiosity Killed the Cat, and at the moment it as almost true. Although this time Curiositywould not kill, it sure would shake up the young woman who stared down upon Malas from the top of the staircase. For some reason she had found interest in staring at Malas, although he could not sense her through the force he felt that someone was watching him closely from above. And as he was led through the large chateau, he looked up and saw her observing through her green eyes.

The force had many ways to send a message, be it through words or through images, the envelope could be pushed with it. At that moment Malas produced from his mind a barrage of feelings and of sights that would surely shake Nyatha up. Images cast from his mind through the force would fill up her thoughts of visions of her being torn to shreads, of Malas tearing her arms clean off her body before landing a powerful punch straight through her head. Although it was an illusion, she would feel the agony from the beating and brutal murder.

As Malas continued to produce those images, he began to climb the stair case quickly. By the time he were to reach the top of the staircase, the images that bombarded Nyatha would have stopped attacking at her and she would be left alone to her own thoughts for a small amount of time.

[Nyatha Non]

Nyatha’s eyes widen before she could even closed them once again. These thoughts… they weren’t her own thoughts. She tried hard not to move… her body is starting to twitch at the sights of her being tortured by a man. That man… would be Malas.

Once Malas made it up to the staircase Nyatha froze because of the frightful images in her mind. She cannot control them. She cannot even look at Malas because of the images he’s producing her mind. Once he got to the top of the staircase, she stood up on the platform of the couch and flew back as if nothing had happened down below. She had an innocent look, but that was before the images started to take over her mind. The staring and such… Her small hands grabbed for the back of her as she cursed under her breath. Her legs remained against the side of the couch, as they can be noticed resting on the couch as if you’re sitting on it. To her… it felt as if someone pushed her, but only to show that no one was there.

“…Damnit…” she glared. Her voice was a whisper, barely audible. She continues to swear under her breath from time to time. She continues to rub her the back of her head gently and carefree too. She always hated her self for being clumsy. Then, the images finally faded from her mind and that is when she opened her dark green eyes to take in light from the ceiling fan up above her. She took easy breaths.

[Darth Sicarius]

As Malas would come up the stairs, the doors to the balcony would fly open rapidly. Pushed by the force that was casted out by a single gaze from the Sith Lord, the door's hinges would be forced to reach their limits as to not release the doors. Standing now at his full 6 feet and a bit more, he would stare at Nyatha for a few seconds before lifting his hand and with a twitch of one of the outstretched arms, he would draw her from the couch. Controlling her movements, she would feel as if she were sitting on an invisible couch, that slowly took her through the doorway onto the balcony and finall, would release her on the rail.

Even if she didn't notice, she emitted images of the hatred of her faults, of being clumsy and other things. And Malas was a perfectionist, he disliked the fact that people tried to live with their faults, when of course they could easily fix their problems. Malas's empty grey eyes stared forward, at the young woman that would now be standing ontop of the thing metal rail, if she was really too clumsy she would plummit and fall to her death, but if she had a desire to improve, to live, then she would manage. Everytime he met someone, he almost always wondered what they felt when his scarred face reached their eyes, the lack of lips, eyebrows and other parts of the face could be make him an abomination, and even to jedi Masters, he could bring uneasiness.

:I know you hate your Faults, I Know that you are prepared to live with them; but I am not. If you wish to live you will walk all across this Rail, and then do it backwards:

This would prove to be difficult for her seeing that the rail was maybe 3 inches wide.

[Nyatha Non]

Nyatha looked up at him and took his arm so she could stand. Now, she was standing on the metal rail, which took her breath away. She didn’t mean to be clumsy at all. It just… happens. She looked down, but quickly took a glance away. Was he being serious? It’s at least… fifteen feet from where she is standing. She nodded, knowing what he was thinking and knowing that she would hate it. She sighed and kept her balance perfectly well, however she is still shaking from head to toe… She never enjoyed being clumsy anyway… even if it gives you the “center of attention”, which is what she wasn’t looking for at all. Is she really invisible to the world or only those who are emitted with the Force? She doesn’t understand… She knows that she is a Force user and all…

Nyatha nodded calmly at his words and gulped, as she swallowed the saliva that tried to come out of her mouth and trail down her chin, which didn’t happen. She turned away from her only to face the wall in front of her that is holding the railing up, which is at least twenty feet from her. Behind her, there is barely two inches left of the rail. She only stares out in front of her, remember what her mother taught her at an early age. The day she was starting to learn how to walk… Well, she started. Her feet are slowly taking their steps in front of the other. Her arms are outstretched at her sides for balance. She remained calm and silent yet her body continues to shake as if in fear. She doesn’t want fear though. She wants perfection.

After about a half an hour she made it the end. Walking backwards… well, that’s another story. She never walked backwards before, but none other, she was willing to learn no doubt about that. This part was hard for her. She kept missing her balance yet she remained on the metal rail no doubt about it. She would be done in about a half an hour or more to say the least...

[Darth Sicarius]

Patience was not one of Malas's qualities, and he would do anything as to not stand and watch Nyatha do this exercise. Using her focus on walking over the metal bar, he would retreat back into the room and sit on the floor. With his knees punching into the ground and his feet barried under him, he stared at the ground with unfocused eyes. He was traveling his mind, voyaging into the spaces where he had never really wanted to look. He went into his memories, the ones where he was still a young sith who was prepared to duel anyone around him, when he was still an apprentice under Lord Jaíth. Those days to him were golden, they were memories that he was forced to lock away but never wanted to forget. He remembered when he finished construction his lightsaber, the small feast that Jaith had prepared in that hut on surface of Hoth. It was filled with almost every food that Malas thought was a delicasy, also there was his first Lightsaber crystal. A black gem that was perfectly round, it sat on a small three pronged base. It was at the time the most precious thing to Malas, and even to that day, exactly 20 years later, he still kept it in a small pouch in his pants. Like one of the old talismans of the Sith, it gave him knowledge in a way that was hard to understand.

And hour later, he would awaken from the meditation to find Nyatha just about finishing the exercise, and as soon as she began coming to a halt to step down, Malas's mind would stretch out and pull her from atop the railing. It was a pull strong enough to bring her to the doorway and then have her collide with the floor, but it was not really meant to give any pain. It was another test, if she could manage to put her footing correct she could easily roll out of the pull.

Still sitting down, he waited for her to either land with success or smash into the ground, either one would help her learn. As soon as she would arise, he would speak in his deep voice.

"Young Lady, Sit down on the floor."

[Nyatha Non]

Nyatha was relieved once she got off the railing. Except for the part when the man decided to help her off and pull her away to the floor. She slid, almost loosing her balance at first, but she slid against the oak floor and gain balance rather quickly before she would land flat on her stomach. Was this a test? What was he trying to do? After she landed successfully, she’ll probably decide to work on it more though, she went over to the man at his command. She rarely spoke to him at all.

She sat down on the floor with her legs crossed across from him. She used the force to go through his mind, but completely stopped once she entered, knowing that it would be wrong. She was shy now and quiet. But, then she wanted to ask something, curious to know that she is….

“You’re a…force user, aren’t you?” she asked curiously in that soft tender voice. She hesitated nevertheless.

[Darth Sicarius]

"Yes, and a Sith by alliance and name," he said once again, raising his eyes to meet with hers, "Here are the rules to the game, You ask one, and I ask one. Your Name, young one."

He kept his eyes on her own, glaring into her with an ice cold expression. She was probably the youngest of his apprentices, and this gave Malas more time to sculp a good Sith out of her. He had his plans already drawn out in his mind, stored far away amongst those thoughts that he didn't want to remember or forget.

[Nyatha Non]

"Alright..." She shifted in her spot to get more comfortable. Games were her specialty, but knowing that by looking through his mind she can tell she will probably b one of his youngest apprentices. She twitched at the sight of his cold stare. She didn't move one bit, except for her eyes. She sighed, as she tries hard to keep her past deep inside of her mind.

"My name is Nyatha Nongoria. What is yours?" She asked in that soft tender voice again and a little bit of curiousty to the tone as well. She really wanted to know more about this stranger. He probably wanted to know more about her too. She's ready to tell, but it would take a lot of time on her hands to get it all out. Her past wasn't what sh really wanted... She waited patiently for his answer even though she hates to wait and that irritates her nevertheless.

[Darth Sicarius]

Silence fell over the small 'livingroom' area. As the rain outside began to fade away, the sound of droplets hitting on the roof disappeared until finally chirps and soft whistles came from the bird's hidden nests. Maybe 4 minutes had passed since the young Nyatha had spoken, and Malas still glared into her eyes, as if trying to break her by staring. Still time passed, now maybe 15 minutes, by now from the sun shined a radiant glow and a light breeze began to blow through the open doors. Although the soft wind was welcome, the consequences were never favorable. Soon the wind would bring a front of acidic clouds that would once again turn Vjun into the truly grim place that it should be.


His goal was to maybe find out the past of the young woman without asking the questions, and to that moment he had found very little. She was a young woman who had spent her life in an orphenage until she turned 17, tortured both physically and mentally she was forced to withstand abuse from other children and from the mistress of the orphenage. Maybe that was the cause of her insanity, maybe that was what had given her a one way ticket to the Vjun Mental Institut.

Malas's eyes flickered away and as soon as they did he began to stand up. Shifting his weight back he forced his body to fall back, to oppose the new stregnth he would stretch his legs and move his right leg behind him. He would now stand over Nyatha and as quickly as he had arisen he would turn around and make for the stairs.

"My name is Malas Tadra." he said as he reached the first step, as soon as he began to go down the stairs he would once again speak but in a louder voice. "I am afraid Miss Nyatha that we will continue this "interview" another time."

As he said this he would have reached the bottom of the stairs and soon would be in the entrance hall, he had to leave quickly for it was time to do some training of his own first.

[Nyatha Non]

She turned to look over her right shoulder, as she glances at the window with her eyes closed to feel the welcoming of the wonderful breeze. She smiled slightly, but soon it would fade completely off her face. She had always liked the breeze and this was her first breee she had felt in a long time.

Nyatha looked away from his eyes at once, knowing that he doesn't like to be stared at. She tried though. She tried to get inside of his mind, but it wouldn't work. She mouthed a "sorry" in a whisper that barely came out. Then, Nyatha looked up, as soon as he stood up from his spot.

"Where are...." she started to say, but no words came out. he was already at the first step and by the time Nyatha got to the step he was already at the door. She remained there, with her hand resting on the pole that sort of looked like a orb more than a metal shaped ring.

"What about..." She stopped. She couldn't find anything else to say really. All she wanted to was why he was leaving so earlier...