[center]~| Day of Sacking, 12:44 GST |~
~|Sish & Jayda\~[/center]

Sish walked through the devastation that had once been the Jedi temple, his prisoner hefted over his shoulder. It was merely an annoyance that he couldn’t see out of his other eye once more, as Sish had made himself used to only having one eye before getting a new one, just in case this very situation arose. As he drew closer to the ship, he began to make out the trio of Sith that were dropping of their own prisoners, one of them being his unwilling apprentice. Sish’s eye narrowed, and he sped up his pace a bit. [i]Can’t let her get manipulated into something enslaving or lethal right off the bat, can I?[/i] 

As he drew closer, he could immediately see that she had been injured. He would have to wait to ask her about it however, as they were loading up all their prisoners into the care of Sith Lord Jewel. One after the other the Sith dropped their prisoners off, and then headed back out of the ship. Sish handed his prisoner off to the troopers and then quickly caught up to Jayda, catching her by the arm and bringing her to a stop. “What happened.” 

Jayda eyed Sish outside the corner of her eye, noting the damage to his cybernetics as he too laid another Jedi down. She was mildly surprised the lizard was willing to take one alive since he viewed them as weak and pitiful, expecting him to murder any he crossed paths with. For a moment, her face briefly tightened before she leaned down to lessen her load. The Echani was easily shouldered off where's he left him to crumble into the marble floor, limp and almost lifeless. Only his breathing seemed to eliminate the possibility he was dead. 

She looked over her handiwork. His arm was still bleeding from where she scratched him and the frayed robes mingled with the wound, left unattended to. It would be a reminder of their clash. 

Relieved to feel the weight no longer hindering her, Jayda stepped away to return to the temple. She had gotten a fair distance until she felt sharp claws wrap tightly about her arm, grinding her to a full stop. She flinched at the touch and her head flipped about at the source, sending a snarl in his direction. It was Sish. Her eyes oozed hatred while her skin crawled under her shirt. At her side, her other hand ball up in reaction. 

His words seeped into her ears as she attempted to jerk her arm from his grip. "None of your concern." 

He grinned at her reaction, merely tightening his grip and keeping her there. “I disagree. And unless you want to stay here until we have to get on the ship with Nyiss, you’ll tell me what happened.”

Jayda sighed and answered, feeling his resistance to her escape. "The Jedi got a slash in when he came in close, but he still lost. Isn't that what counts?" 

She stood there waiting for his react and judging if she needed to brace herself. Her hearts thumped and rattled her chest while his grin seems unmoved from his muzzle. This wasn't going to end well and all her instincts were screaming to get away. 

Sish let her go, his grin going a bit wider at her obvious way she prepared to be struck. “Very well.  Be very careful when you talk to the other Sith. They always want more than what they just ask for, and they are far better at manipulating than you and I.”

"I can take care of myself." Jayda hissed as she felt him let go. Her nerves slowly relaxed while he continued to lecture her, her eyes rolling at his attempt to make her learn at him. 

"They are no more dangerous than you. The only thing they seemed able to do was flirt and lecture me, something I much rather avoid again." 

She ripped herself the rest of the way from his grip and turned on heel to quickly leave. The longer this conversation went on then the more dangerous it would become, something she had learned in the last month. 

Sish sighed. With a minor gesture, he yanked her back towards him with the force. “I would have thought you would have learned by now.” She slammed into the ground, as Sish watched. “I’m more powerful than you.” Jayda was lifted back into the air and thrown into a nearby pillar. 

Jayda felt something tug at her ankles and without delay, she felt her legs jerked from under her as she skirted backwards. The friction scratched at her exposed flesh and her nails dug into the marble, finding little purchase. She had barely time to protect her head from cracking down upon the hard ground when he deployed his nasty, dirty trick. 

"No..." She whispered as his lecture filled the temple, his word continuing with his lesson. 

Her refusal to be tossed was casted aside easily by the stronger Sith, her body smashed against the pillar when he lifted her up once more.

“As long as you continue to be arrogant, careless, and sloppy, I will [i]always[/i] be more powerful than you. You are about as much of a threat to me as your brother was. You just scream less.” He slammed her into the pillar again, cracking the stone beneath her back. Sish walked over, irritation clear across his face. 

Jayda bit back a scream just when her back slammed against the pillar again. Pain rippled through her nerves but no bones broke. If she had been more human, she was sure it would've been another matter and Sish wouldn't have given a damn. Her body slumped over when he stopped, feeling the stone spider webbed where she impacted hard. Jayda was panting at the air lost within her lungs while her ears caught Sish's claws clicking closer. 

Her head weakly lifted to face him. Jayda was ready trying to resist him with her own force only to feel it cast away, her attempts to lower his damage failing due to keeping her temper under control. The two apprentices word echoed in her memory. They were bitter and stinging barbs when compared to this scene, her weakness more obvious to her then before. Her lip curled up in fury at his approach. 

“If the Jedi was able to wound you, and you still follow their path of obsessive self control, how do you imagine you’re going to beat me?” She was slammed into the ground at his feet.

Jayda's arms jerked at the ground, trying to rise, before he slammed her into the floor. Like an unwillingly pinned animal at its master's feet. 

 “You’re nothing but a pathetic weakling, and you know it. This isn’t your world anymore. This isn’t even similar to your world. If you want to live, you’ll listen to me and maybe, just maybe, be able to claim the vengeance you seek.” He sent her skidding across the floor, back into the temple. “Use your head or die. It makes no difference to me.”

The last slam made her cry out in pain when she was tossed against the far temple wall. She slumped on her side, finding it hard to breath and move, each fiber screamed in torture from each stirring. Gingerly she managed to push herself to sit upright and unmoved. "Then why not end?" 

The words had slipped out before she considered the consequences. 

Sish walked over to her, and crouched down. “Because I know there’s strength in you. And I will draw that strength out, even if I have to make you rely solely on hatred to see you through every moment you’re my apprentice. You want to kill me? Tap into that anger, that hatred, that sorrow for your brother’s death, at the right time. When you’re strong enough to hold your own against me without it, then you will be able to try to kill me, and then I will allow you to end it. One way or the other.” 

Sish's word raked across her pride when he settled beside her. She continued to bare her teeth as she waited to receive another blow. Only it never came. 

He stood up, and started walking back into the temple. “I’m going back into the temple, to see if I can kill or capture any more Jedi. Do what you will, but be back here to go to Darth Nyiss’ ship or I will leave you on this planet.”

Jayda just sat there, letting Sish casually walk into the temple once more. She watched him leave and followed him with a resentment filling her features. When he finally left, she tested her strength to pull upright. Half way up, she felt her leg give and bring her stumbling back down causing her to curse abruptly in Zabrak, sitting there to gather herself up for a second try. Ignoring her pain, she managed to limp  upright then follow behind at a distance. She wasn't about to return to the ship to lick her wounds, the least smart thing though, she wouldn't get very far, very fast.