Academy for Rejected Souls (Multiverse, OC)

Location: Meditation


Who I'm with: Why'nn


What I'm doing: Listening and deciding


The monk had been enjoying the relative quiet of the classroom while the transition of classes took place. The beginning of each year was always an interesting time, so many new beings interacting and figuring out the pecking order. Which generally he did not mind, so long as they eventually figured it out.


He stood, one arm behind his back sipping his coffee watching out the window when he heard the running foot falls quickly approaching the room. 'Given the lack of weight and speed, it's a female, or a very small male.' He turned and nodded ever so slightly as he watched Why'nn ever and drop into a bow.


He raised an eyebrow as she quickly explained the situation. 'Your brothers certainly do enjoy chaos and fighting. They should be brought to heel.' He would talk to the headmistress about them later and suggest binding them for use as fodder'. Hearing that Nishira had taken Connor brought a small nod. 'So it happened sooner then I thought, the boy must be truly powerful indeed.' The warlock knelt slightly and placed a hand on his apprentice's shoulder. "The headmistress would've taken him at some point anyways due to telepathic abilities." Even though his tone and posture were calm, the monk spoke as if what Nishira did was of no consequence. He stood and looked down at her. "Rise." He smiled warmly at her. "Telepathy is a very powerful ability, and has a tendency to disrupt the binding." He sipped his coffee. "Which you and your brother have experienced." Keeping one arm behind his back, the other holding his cup in front of his chin. "What would you have us do? Order must be kept." The sensei wanted to see how deep the connection between his apprentice and Connor really was.


Location: The grounds


Who I'm with: Valian


What I'm doing: Catching up


The otter got to the fence just moments after his friend leaned against it. He moderately punched him in the shoulder with a grin his face. "Is onl'eh cause yer talleh!" Sticking out his tongue as he climbed through the fence. In the forest he would have the advantage, being about to climb trees and jump from limb to limb to move faster then anyone on the ground.
 
Location: Second Floor Hallway


Who I'm with: The aberrant and the metal golem


What I'm doing: Being very, very confused


The slow, annoyed method of the golem irritated Calar, but he'd seen the power of these weapons and didn't wish to feel its heat. 'Then again, I could just shift...' "I'm not an idiot, you know. I'm simply not from your universe! As far as I know this is a world where all others collide." He was speaking rapidly now, both out of a desire to get the information out quickly so as not to get shot and to prove he had intelligence. "I don't know what it's called. And this isn't an enclave of Jedi! The person in charge is definitely not what most people would call 'good,' at least." The description of Jedi and Sith sounded to him like the war mages, but he kept his mouth shut on that accord. No need to argue semantics. Then the golem fired a shot at him and he let out a yelp, jumping backwards. He glared at the golem, but didn't act in any way hostile. "The only battle I know about is the one we just had in the hallway." His hands were up, but he was thinking about what spell he might be able to cast should this golem become more aggressive.


Location: Meditation Classroom


Who I'm with: Sensei


What I'm doing: Understanding


She stood at his order, but her head remained bowed as she listened to him. Hot tears spilled down her cheeks. Someone so kind, so great was about to experience a crime against the mind and soul, experience a pain he'd likely never felt, and here Sensei was so calm about it. Her fists clenched, hands shook, but she did not speak against his statement. Something else she'd never felt before enveloped her. Her heart began to ache, as if the wound was reopened, but it was not.


"He doesn't deserve that fate," she whispered, forgetting to correct herself. "Even for order... He's done nothing against it." She bit her lip. Sensei wasn't going to help her. The realization crashed over her in waves. Strangely, the emotion she felt she was able to identify as betrayal. Why she should feel betrayed by Sensei, she didn't know, but it was a deep cut. It almost hurt more than the idea of Connor enduring the pain of a binding.


Location: Outside the School


Who I'm with: Grim


What I'm doing: Exploring


Valian grinned and followed the otter through. Whether Grim acknowledged it or not, it had nothing to do with size. Magic, or some innate talent, gave Valian his speed, and the otter's superior skill in the wild would not give him much gain.
 
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Location: Meditation Classroom


Who I'm with: Why'nn


What I'm doing: Teaching


'You do care for him.' He took a small sip of his coffee and watched the tears fall from her. 'Is it possible you love him?' The sensei closed his eyes briefly and shook his head. "Doesn't deserve? He along with every other student in this school has been rejected by their home universe. His fate, your fate..." He paused for a moment noting her clenched fists. "Even my fate are not decided by anyone or anything." He set his cup down and walked around his apprentice, keeping his voice calm. "Would you have me rush into the binding chamber, defeat Nishira and save your love?" He wanted to know how she would react, to see if she would correct him about his choice of the word love. "To bring chaos and disorder? To betray a being to whom I have chosen to serve?"


Location: Outside the school


Who I'm with: Valian


What I'm doing: Exploring


Grim would never be able to fully understand magic, but knew the value of it. Even if he could not work it, and since it did not seem to affect him.


After a few paces into the woods the otter stopped, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply. Letting his webbed toes dig into the soft earth, feeling the air on his whiskers. 'Dis is ver'eh noice.' "So how far did ye get last toime?"
 
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((I wish there were a 'gives chills' rating...))


Location: Meditation Classroom


Who I'm with: Sensei


What I'm doing: Breaking down


She heard - and felt - him circling her. It wasn't ominous, nor was it threatening, his movements didn't panic her, but his words were starting to. The tears flowed faster. She didn't understand fate entirely. She knew the concept of good and bad luck, but beyond the idea that every creature would, eventually, meet death at their assigned time and place, she only understood it as a word. At his question she stiffened, but said nothing. The continued questions shook her more.


"I-I... No! I... I'm not asking you to disrupt order! I'm not asking you to betray anyone!" She hadn't looked up. He was her master now and she was, essentially, coming here to ask him to do just that. Her body began to shake. 'So why do I feel like you betrayed me?' "But just because he's a telepath he has to be bound? He hasn't done anything against her! He hasn't done anything against you!"


Location: Outside the school


Who I'm with: Grim


What I'm doing: Exploring


He shrugged. "A few miles at least," he replied. The leaves and branches created a soothing canopy above them. "I mean, the city's a bit south of here, right? But other than that... I didn't find anything. Though this'd be a great place for a cabin." He grinned thinking about building a house in the untamed wilds. Well, as untamed as a wild could get without animals.
 
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Location : hallway of (maybe?) not an enclave


Who I'm with : stunned fleshsack , stunned unidentified lifeform , and quick-talking fleshsack


What I'm doing : getting nowhere in orbit to lightspeed


He noticed the liquid one was speaking much faster now , proving his intimidation was a successful tool. He also noticed that only 75 percent of that statement made sense. a world where all other worlds collide? Where In death's name would that be? Is this perhaps an asteroid , and it suffers frequent collision and invasion , assuming new occupants at many times , and leading the initial population to refer to it that way?


He also noticed the fleshsack proclaiming he wasn't an idiot , which was false anyway since racism is the most common form of idiocy and the source of the most unrepentant idiots as well. Additionally , what did he mean by 'not from your universe'? Is it his primitive understanding of extra planetary beings , mechanical beings , or... Was he in some sort of afterlife , for several worlds and even other galaxies (though he doubted such things existed). And if this wasn't an enclave of Jedi , or at least the leader wasn't truly good , could this be some other sort of force user? Potential Sith allies? Perhaps even dathomiri witches!


This fleshsack doesn't know where the battle is , so it looks like I've gotta look around more instead. This being may be a Jedi or Sith or other type of force user , so I have to be on guard against such actions , even though he has his hands up. This ties into the fact that before I go into battle or explore , I've gotta figure out what to do with him. It's in his benefit he's telling the truth mostly , as otherwise I would kill him or severely maim him. Before I figure any of this out , Perhaps I should know his name?


He activated his vocabulator at this moment , and started uttering words. "Interrogative/observational statement : So if this is not an enclave of Jedi , what purpose does it serve? Also , you are an idiot , as racism is the oldest and most widespread form of idiocy. What do you mean by" here his voice sounded close to the fleshsack's , but off-pitch , high and with a mechanical undertone. normally it would be exact , but my state of dis-repair makes that impossible. How unfortunate , as it's scarier exact. "'I'm simply not from your universe!' And 'As far as I know this is a world where all other collide?'. And there IS another battle , so if you , the alien being and this other liquidious one were in a battle , is there others? Part of a larger conflict? Is this world getting invaded , and you primitives are unable to respond? Also , last one , if you are withholding any information on possible Jedi or Sith , I may well kill this other human. So please , if you know of anything like a Jedi or Sith here , disclose it now. I also must know your name." After this round of questions he figured he would make this being take him around the academy as a meat-shield and guide.
 
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Location: Second Floor Hallway


Who I'm with: The aberrant and the metallic golem


What I'm doing: Still confused


'Ice? Acid? I can't make a fireball yet...' He considered his options here, mind working fast. "It's a school," he answered, on reflex. "No, 'aberrant' is simply the factual term used for alien lifeforms in my world!" The imitation of his voice gave him a shiver. "You and I are not from the same realm!" It was his turn to slow his speech. "I'm from a world called Faerun where gods and magic abound. You're from somewhere that technology seems god, or perhaps this 'force' is. All I know is that, according to the woman in charge of this place, this world collects the beings unwanted by their home universes." The continued questions bothered him, but he didn't resist. "There are many other souls within this building but ours was a skirmish, nothing serious. No, this world isn't being invaded, I resent being called a 'primitive,' and I'm leaving. Kill him if you want. Won't do you any good!"


Calar shifted into his wraith form and sunk down through the floor. He began running toward the dorms.
 
Location: Second Floor Hallway


Who I'm with: The Mech


What I'm doing: Recovering from the stun


Brutus was still stunned, but had a good view of his new found 'buddy' run away "Thanks pal!" His voice was rather weak but he was annoyed and certainly didn't want to deal with some rogue VI or some sort of AI. "You kind of have what you need, can I go?" Brutus clicked his mandibles in a sort of chuckle signifying that he knew that it was, as the humans say, a 'fat chance' that the mech would let him go, AIs were crazy.
 
Location : school hallway


Who I'm with : some alien , a stunned fleshsack.


What I'm doing : infinite displeasure and disappointmen.


HK-50-01 was happy to finally get somewhere. It could still be run by a Jedi or Sith , but this was a very remote possibility, and the subsequent statements seem to suggest far otherwise. As well apparently aberrant was just a term for alien , and not a slur at all. The fact that his voice mimicry was still enough to greatly unnerve the human was gratifying to the droid , and even made his behavior core glow. It seemed the being was from some world called faerun , which he didn't know of. This mattered little to him.


Just as he was about to say that technology , while important , was not a god to himself or any of the Galaxy , and that the force was only a god for the weak and a mere tool to the strong , he was hit by the fact that he was unwanted. How... How could this be? I did all the Sith asked of me! I was the best assassin among even the most gifted of Sith assassins! The only thing I failed at was... Keeping the factory running. This is all HK-47's doing! He has made me into a failure and a Pariah! He scarcely noticed the fact that the school was run by a woman , or that the school had many others , or that the fued the alien and the two humans had was unconnected to the great battle going on elsewhere. He certainly didn't care that the human didn't want to be called primitive. What he did notice , when he was about to kill the human , was him declaring he was leaving , telling him to kill the other human , and then just as the bolt was free , dissapearing!


He was about to erupt into a stream of curses when he noticed the alien was up and speaking. Noticing a lack of hostility , he allowed himself to reply. The being must've found something funny , but HK-50 could care less if he found a dead Kathound pup funny. His voice came on fast and buzzing , not caring to modulate his damaged vocabulator "annoyed rant : indeed I do have what I need , but guess what? Now I know I'm here because I failed , and it's all HK-47's fault , him and those blasted 51 units. Now I'm stuck here in a school , with a bunch of primitves and there's a huge battle going on where I can redeem myself that I can't even get involved in , and I don't even know what the raxus you are , by the way can you guide me to where the battle is? Also I need a guide too. All this moppak , added to the fact that I failed failed failed. I've always been the best and now I failed" At the close of that statement , he let loose with a stream of the worst Rakatani curses he could think of as loud as he could get it , not caring if the whole of this.. Planet? Hears him. If he can kill all potential hostiles , he may yet be redeemed. If not , he will die as failures should.
 
Location : school hallway


Who I'm with : The crazy, definitely crazy, mech


What I'm doing : being confused


"I don't know who these people, other mechs, you mentioned are, I am a Turian named Brutus, and I don't know what battle you are talking about nor do I know how to navigate the school being that I only arrived at the end of yesterday's cycle, who are you?" Brutus was greatly confused by what the droid had said but was able to keep up, he did not know what an HK-47 or what a '51', he also did not know the odd language that it just spoke in. The translator on his omni-tool did not recognize the language either.
 
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Location: Ritual Chamber


Who I'm With: Nishira, the new person


What I'm Doing: Making a Decision


Connor stood there for a moment, feeling himself become more calm and less resistant. He knew this was a fight he wasn't going to win. Not yet at least. He tried to maintain his shield a bit longer, but could feel it weakening as he resisted. He looked at Nishira and considered her words for a moment, but pushed the words aside, then pushed Nishira out of his mind, if only for a moment. He quickly projected a message to Why'nn, but didn't know if she'd hear it. 'Don't worry. I'll be okay.' The moment he finished his message to her, he felt Nishira's influence flood over him once again, this time his shield finally came down, dropping him to his knees. Once again there was a small droplet of blood making its way down from his nose. He knew he'd lost this battle, and he knew that it was a somewhat hefty loss, but that was okay. He wiped the blood away from his nose, gave Nishira a resilient glare and smirked. "Do your worst."
 
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Location : still in the hallway


Who I'm with : a turian named Brutus


What I'm doing : replying to this turian before I find out how many are in this school of outcasts


Using the curse words hardly made HK-50-01 feel better , except for the fact that he knew that other outcasts can and will hear of his displeasure , and he can redeem himself. Apparently wherever this 'turian' Brutus was from did have some sort of mechanical life. Either that or he's degrading me as an astromech. But if so he does a poor job of following the insult up. Unfortunately , this Brutus couldn't guide him anywhere and he also just arrived , it seems. Maybe he could be an ally , even. Hopefully a willing soldier will appease his Sith masters to a degree. The droid decided to give him a somewhat calmer explanation of what's going on , it couldn't hurt , and it could gain him a lot.


He began speaking in the more slow manner he spoke to the faerunian , with less aggression. "My name is HK-50-01 , Brutus the turian. I am not an astromech , but instead an assassination droid. I do appreciate you telling me your name and species , something that faerunian neglected to do. HK-47 is the model preceding my own model , and HK-51 units were the subsequent models , but they sided with HK-47 to destroy all of my own brothers , and now I'm here. Well I was a rusting hulk outside these walls , repaired myself with my superior technology and travelled here. You want to join me in redeeming myself in the eyes of my glorious Sith masters? You could be one of the commanders of the Sith trooper battalions , and a favored one at that!" If the alien chose wrongly , HK-50 would eliminate him and still get his redemption eventually. There simply was no other option.
 
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Location: Ritual Room


Who I'm with: Mr Shaw and Gida'Rar


What I'm doing: Adjusting my plan


Nishira frowned markedly when she felt herself pushed out of his mind. She would have to keep an eye on him, then smirked as she felt him let down the defenses. The tentacles squeezed Gida'Rar tighter as Nishira walked toward Connor. "Good boy. Sleep now." She waved a hand over him, causing him to fall into a deep sleep. Then the headmistress went to the apprentice. "You too, girl. Sleep." Waving her hand, she cast a spell that would compel Gida'Rar to fall asleep. Quickly, she teleported to the greenhouse and Acantha's office.


"Looks like you get your apprentice early. Come with me." @HanaJuni


Location: Meditation Classroom


Who I'm with: Sensei


What I'm doing: Breaking


A shiver traveled through her as she heard Connor's thoughts and knew what it meant. She dropped to her knees, head in her hands. 'I'm sorry, Connor. I'm sorry. This is my fault, this is all my fault. Gods, had I not done this... Gods...' She sniffed. "Sensei... He... She took him. This is now moot." The tears did not stop. "I beg your forgiveness." She dropped into a bow once more.
 
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Location: My Office


Who I'm with: Zeni


What I'm doing: About to see my cute little lab rat and preparing my body for the worst


Acantha grinned at this news, and beemed as she said "Excellent! I have just finished setting for my labs, and first class of the day, so I'm fully prepared to come along!" Zeni meowled aloud and stretched their claws, lazily crawling up Aca's arm in preparation to go somewhere.


"However, this is something I must do before I go, as I need to prepare myself for the worst least this child doesn't find me particularly attractive when I claim him." She rummaged through some of her somewhat organized cabinets, and produced a concoction that appeared like steamed and crushed spinach, but came in the consistence of vines with horrid little hairs and twitches of the end. It made a small humming sound, and Aca took a small serving spoon and swallowed it, gagging momentarily. She did the same to Zeni before informing Nishira of what it was.


"Ah, this is my latest development, as this particular mix is of a great deal of formerly infected medicinal plants that when blended, the toxins and rot in the body, combined with the healing qualities, affect the mind as to so if there is any attempt to infiltration it, if one has no tolerance, the one attempting to perpetrate the mind will exhume from the sheer bitter and abhorrent taste. It's truly wonderful, I'll be making some more for storage and if any teacher may need it. Now, it's not perfect, but it's got a 98.2% rate of mental defence, lovely for battle!"


She grinned again, also taking a small, delicate pouch with her and looping it around Zeni's small neck before cracking her neck and Teleporting to the Ritual Room.


@folclor
 
Location: Ritual Room


Who I'm with: Acantha, the unconscious Connor, and the unconscious Gida'Rar


What I'm doing: Binding the boy


She lifted Connor onto the table and revitalized the straps to hold him down. Nishira performed the binding, not rushed, but it did not involve the blood-letting that Acantha's had. This was, in part, due to the more fragile nature of a student's soul. However, after binding the boy to her will and Acantha's, the runes on the floor stopped glowing and she smiled.


"You have your apprentice now. Once I wake him, you will have him perform the devotion for you." With the snap of her fingers, she woke Connor. "Boy, this is your new mistress. Listen to everything she says and do not fight her." Knowing the child would not have the capacity to fight her orders, she moved over to the Sith, still hanging in the tentacles. After dismissing the tentacles, she caught Gida'Rar and pushed her toward an upright slab. As she turned her back on Acantha and Connor, she began performing the binding ritual on the Sith.
 
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Location : still in the hallway


Who I'm with : HK-50-01


What I'm doing : Replying


"I don't know what an 'astromech' is, and, two more things, can I call you HK, and sure I'll join you on this 'redeeming quest'" Brutus wasn't sure if he could trust this 'Assassin Droid' as it called itself, but he had seen many new things today and decided that this was a hit or miss situation (as the humans say), even though he hadn't said the phrase out loud he hoped he used it correctly.
 
Location : same second floor hallway


Who I'm with : my new ally commander Brutus


What I'm doing : making a decision


HK-50-01 noticed that this Brutus appeared much more advanced and nuanced than the other two fleshsacks he encountered. This of course gratified the droid's mechanical mind greatly. Finally someone worth allying with , and thank the Sith'ari he's civilized and not another backworld Mage like that other fleshsack.


He did notice the being didn't know what an astromech was , but they were new and not many people called them that anyway. Most indeed still referred to astromechs as 'utility droids' , which of course is like calling HK-50 himself a battle droid. Of course , this being may also be from an alternate universe like the Faerunian , so maybe astromechs or utility droids both weren't a reality where he came from.


As for his new nickname , HK was an alright nickname , although of course in the company of others he would prefer to be called HK-50 by the Turian. when he next spoke he added a tone of bloodthirst to his voice , and as well decided as a shamed failure he could not be addressed as 'General'. "Replication/affirmation/request : first of all , Commander Brutus , HK would be a fine nickname in battle or in private , but I implore you to refer to me as HK-50 or 'the Prototype' in company of others. I shall assume you don not have true droids where you come from , and inform you that an astromech is a utility droid , or engineer , designed to work on space stations and with various starships of differing models and classifications. Now , for the real business at hand , I thank you very much for joining the cause of the Sith and helping my redemption in the eyes of the Glorious Masters. You shackled be referred to as Commander Brutus by myself , as I am sure you would achieve such a rank." Now for what they should do... If he waited here it could take a while for his curses to reverberate around the academy. But if he started kicking in doors and crushing skulls... This could summon additional hostiles easily. He must , however , be careful of harming potential Sith Allies. There was a door just at the end of a hall , and it may have life-forms beyond. He could stumble into a trap , however... He decided to do it anyway , and then , with yet more bloodlust , spoke once more. "I have decided it is my wish to continue searching this academy. I have also chosen to start with that door at the end of this hallway. You of course may decline to join me. Take this medium repeater , I shall use my Teräs Käsi martial arts form to crush enemie's skulls. Don't forget to ask them if they are or want to join our glorious Sith cause , if you choose a divergent path of bloodshed." And with this he marched down the hall , raised his limbs , and crushed the door lock. There appeared to be two fleshsacks inside , one of which was serene and calm , one of which appeared distraught for whatever reason. He then stepped through the doorway and yelled , in a bloodthirsty tone , "Declarative/interrogative : before I start crushing skulls , would either of you beings happen to be Sith or open to the cause of redeeming myself or yourselves in the eyes of the Glorious Sith Lords?"
 
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Location : The Second Floor Hallway (still)


Who I'm with : HK


What I'm doing : talking


"Sounds great HK, but in my universe, we have 'drones' that I could get a picture of on my omni-tool for you later, anyways, let's get down to business." Brutus was excited because this 'droid' was a military droid and Brutus was excited about the idea of planning battles with it but had to be wary of the AI controlling him/it. Brutus noticed the droid started walking down the hall and decided to join him for some odd reason, he walked behind the droid, hoping this way he wouldn't get shot in the back. He entered the room behind HK and his M-3 Predator popped open and he kept it at the ready.
 
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Location: Meditation Classroom


Who I'm with: Sensei, the aberrant, and a thing I don't recognize


What I'm doing: Overreacting


At the voice, Why'nn jumped up. On reflex, she called to her god. Knowing not what she did, she caused the gun Brutus was carrying to heat up, becoming red-hot. If he didn't drop it, it would likely burn his hands. Staggering backwards, she ran into Sensei. Out of her mind, lost in the chaos of the overarching situation, she channeled her fatiguing energy and slammed her hands against him. She attempted to push him out of the way. To the droid and Brutus, it would appear as if she were attacking the sensei.


She screamed something in Thayan, tears still pouring down her cheeks. This was pushing her over the edge. On her first day she'd almost died twice and been forced into servitude to a lich and the monk that she was currently attempting to push away. Now, just a few hours into her second day, she'd disobeyed her master, almost died from that act, begun a romantic relationship with a boy now in the clutches of the insane lich, had the experience of being shot, understood the disapproval of her master at her romance, and was now possibly being attacked by a thing she didn't understand. This was too much.


Her mind cast out, searching for Connor's, but because of her lack of telepathic ability, she found herself alone. Her attack was of no use and it sent a pang of pain through her heart. She was on her knees again in seconds, clutching her chest. Anguish overcame her and she let out a cry of frustration, anger, pain, and despair.


All of this was fairly thoughtless. Her mind fumbled, thoughts did not come easily. Somewhere within her, she knew that she had done wrong by attacking Sensei, but her conscious mind was not aware of it. In fact, she was not aware of the identities of any around her. Even Connor's existence and presence faded from her. She wrestled with the idea of jumping out of the nearest window, not recalling her promise or the suicidal act that would be.
 
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Location: Ritual Room
Who I'm with: Gida'Rar and Mr Shaw


What I'm doing: Restraining


The tentacles closed tighter around the Twi'lek as the electricity coursed through them. It seemed to have no effect. Nishira turned just in time to see the lightsaber flying at her and ducked it, but caught it before it could injure the room in any fashion. "Gida'Rar, if you stop resisting it will go much better for you. Of that, I can assure you." She extinguished the blade and held it tightly, knowing a force user's penchant for telekinesis.
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Location: Unknown


With who: Unknown people


Doing: Resisting


Gida'Rar stops using Force lightning on it. "I will not be your slave! If you think you can bind me, you make a huge mistake. 'Through victory my chains are broken.' You are playing Sith games with a Sith. When I'm free, I will kill you! And your death will be painfully slow!"


Location: Seat of the Empire Region, Korriban Orbital Space Station aboard his personal ship


With who: No one


Doing: Sith business


Darth Nox was standing in front of an Sith Artifact, trying to do a Sith Ritual to unlock the secrets of the artifact. He was almost done with finding its secrets, however, it suddenly shot lightning at the Sith, and when the lightning was gone, so was Nox.


Nox found himself on an unknown planet without his ship or companions. However, he does notice a building in the distance and walks towards it, curious of what he may find there.
 
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Location: Meditation Classroom


Who I'm with: Why'nn, Brutus, and a droid


What I'm doing: Being slightly annoyed


He could feel her emotions and her utter despair. 'Nishira must've bound Mr. Shaw. It would seem you do love him. Perhaps that will be key in helping you focus.' The sensei looked down at his apprentice, he understood how she was feeling, but would not let that interfere with his training of her. "You're forgiveness will be fourth coming, but you must earn that." Delrick folded both arms behind him. "Like respect, it must be earned, it cannot be freely given."


He was about explain how that happen when the droid and Brutus entered the room.


When Why'nn jumped up in apparent shock her did not move, knowing his calm presence might help bring his apprentice back from the brink. But when he felt the wave of fatigue magic wash over him he knew that would not be the case.


Although this time the magic did not have any affect on him, as it had previously, he'd kept all of his defenses in place. 'Sith? So you serve the "Force" wielders.' The monk placed a calm, but firm hand on Why'nn's shoulder, hoping to give her an anchor. If it came to it he would use the binding on her to either keep her from fleeing or to get her to the next class. "There are no Sith here, but there are many beings here that might resemble Sith. I, for example, am similar to what you may know as a Je'dai, or a grey Jedi." Delrick emphasized the use of Je'dai in accents, knowing there would a difference in Sith and Jedi. He narrowed his eyes as he observed the droid, readying himself for any sudden moments. "Mr. Drexo, shouldn't you be in your next class by now? Elemental magic is just down the hall, your next teacher does not like students to be tardy." The monk kept his tone and posture calm, but would be able to react in an instant.
 
Location: unknown building


With who: No one


Doing: Exploring/investigating


Darth Nox approches the building, its structure being almost entirely new to him. Walking around to find an entrance.


Location: unknown


With: unknown people


Doing: resisting


Gida'Rar barely manages to resist the spell, but faked that she it was a succes. The moment she was freed, she uses the Force to cloak herself, trying to find her way out.
 
((*squeeeeeee* ; ^ ; Delrick is so cool!))


Location: Meditation Classroom


Who I'm with: Sensei and unknown


What I'm doing: Regaining myself


The hand felt heavy, but calm seemed to radiate from it, this stopped her scream, cut short, it seemed, by the influence of her master. Her breathing began to even out, her hands dropped to her sides as the pain dissipated, and her head was bowed. She had not stopped crying, but she wasn't trying to break away from him. The calm coming from him helped her begin to piece her mind back together. Still, however, she was only aware of his presence fully. Though she vaguely remembered other people being there, she didn't attempt to recall them yet.


Her scream echoed through the halls, but she was silent now. Her eyes closed, the tears finally stopped. Why'nn focused on Sensei, letting him be the anchor that would allow her to rebuild. His words, the words spoken before the intrusion, permeated her mind, mainly because she let them. Earned forgiveness, earned respect. She would do just that. "I will earn it," she whispered. It was likely only Sensei would hear.


((Donder, the rules state that no one-liners are allowed. This is your first warning/strike.))


Location: Ritual Room


Who I'm with: Acantha, Connor, and Gida'Rar


What I'm doing: Looking for Gida'Rar


As the apprentice slipped from visibility Nishira stopped the ritual and looked around, an obvious glare upon her face. 'Godsdamn these force users... I never should've allowed that universe to have any place here.' However, the girl couldn't've gotten far. With the triggering of a rune, Nishira sealed all doors leading into or out of the room, then she scanned it, visually. Nothing thus far, but she was still holding the apprentice's lightsaber. "Gida... stop running. This is inevitable."
 
Location: unknown


With who: unknown


Doing: failing to escape


Gida'Rar ran towards and exit, but the exit was sealed before she could escape. Turning around to face the woman, decloaking herself and let's out a sight "I am not going to let you bind me. I am not a slave. I am free from that and I appriciate it if you keep it that way. I can serve you, but I will not bind to you. Consider this, if you leave me like I am now, I will serve you. Of you bind me, I will find a way to break my chains and I will hunt you down. Even if it is the last thing I do."


Location: unknown


With: no one


Doing: Exploring


Darth Nox found an entrance and entered the building, sensing several life forms in the building. Finding his way upstairs into a room with 3 persons and what looks like an HK unit. "Excuse me, could you tell me where I am?"
 
Location: Main Floor


Who I'm With: No one


What I'm Doing: Going up the stairs


Lightning flashed within the courtyard of the school and a swirling blue portal burst open. Through it stepped a woman with red skin, clad in black clothing and wearing a black robe with the hood up, hiding most of her face. Around her waist was a simple belt where her lightsaber hung. Manara had been out of this universe and attending to a situation back in her own. Some sort of dispute on a Sith controlled planet. She didn't care about the details and the situation had been taken care of. For some reason, it felt good to be back here at the school. That was when the sensation hit her. Other Force users were present.


Manara's eyes narrowed slightly as she made he way through the main floor of the school. It seemed there were more portals to this place than what she was told. The one on Dromund Kaas was supposed to have been the only one. She would have to make a point of speaking with Nishira on this matter. She was supposed to be the only one able to send someone to this place, but that appeared to not be the case. She tried to contain her annoyance with this development as she had great respect for the Headmistress, but unannounced arrivals from the universe Manara was from could cause unwanted issues. The Force was not something to be trifled with, she thought she had made that abundantly clear. With a sigh, Manara continued walking toward the stairs to go the floor on which Nishira's office was.
 
Location : some room


Who I'm with : Commander Brutus , a Grey Jedi , and His student


What I'm doing : Processing information and coming to a conclusion based on events.


HK-50-01 certainly had a lot to process here. His mechanical brain whirred loudly , not enough to hear unless one could hear in ultrasonic frequencies , but loud enough to annoy the droid himself.


He first noticed the student seemed to be resisting her master , and this was gratifying to him. the more thralls and apprentices I get here , the more the Sith will appreciate my efforts and the more prestige I am awarded. This is going better than I had hoped. It was then he noticed commander Brutus's weapon heat up , most likely the master doing this since he must assume HK-50 was sent by the Sith Lords. He heard her desperate cry , but when he was about to say something vaguely like Revan used to recruit her dark Jedi in the time before his birth , he heard the master speak.


Something about blah blah blah Jedi stuff. He placed a hand on her shoulder , and then the master spoke to him directly. No one has used that term , Je'dai , since long before I was created , in the time of the Rakatan lords. This must be a strange place indeed. This also complicates things ten-fold.


Apparently this being knew of no Sith here , but it could be more Jedi lies , like oh so many he had heard before. A grey Jedi , now that was of interest. Also the fact that Potential Sith are here was a fact that he was very grateful for knowing. He noticed the emphasis on Je'dai , and the fact that the Moderate's eyes narrowed on the droid before he addressed Commander Brutus. Apparently Brutus's surname was drexo , very close to Drexl , a feirce creature from the Dxun moon of Onderon , a very suitable name for one hoping to be a regiment commander. The Moderate kept his tone and posture serene , which coaxed a snarl from him before he heard the girl say that 'she will earn it'. Whatever she would earn , he didn't care at this moment , unless it was a Sith Master.


When addressing them again , he added a tone of curiosity and additionally , a twisted sort of friendship. "Ah , a grey Jedi. You know none have used the word Je'dai in my galaxy since the time of the Rakata Lords , almost 21 millennia ago. Also , Commander Brutus , you should have told me your last name! A Drex-L is a fierce beast from a moon called Dxun , where some of the most dangerous creatures in the Galaxy reside! I shall now refer to you as Blood Commander Drexo. As to the matter at hand , while I may seem friendly now , this is only to those who would assist the Sith Lords or similar cause. I see your apprentice must've tried to rebel and you must've shoved her down like a typical Jedi hypocrite. Regardless I do have some admiration for a Grey Jedi , so I promise to fight you with the honor my respect of you demands. Prepare to join the Unifying Force" he then threw a large , wheeling kick in the direction of the grey Jedi , and whether it missed or not , he prepared for a telekinetic blast by magnitizing his other foot to the ground. He heard someone asking some question but ignored it , because by now he was in battle mode. The only thing he cared of now was the fight to break this Grey Jedi.
 
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