[center]~| 21:25- 21:45  GST |~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Arena Area: Sish & Jayda|~[/center]

Sish walked into his room, Jayda stopping at the doorway entrance. She looked wary. [i]As well she should.[/i] He thought, gritting his teeth. He force pulled on her lightsaber, naturally drawing her attention to it, before yanking her entire body forward and attempting to grab the hand with her lightsaber in it, and around her throat.. “Perhaps I’ve been too lax in my lessons.” He hissed.

Jayda’s hearts were racing when she attempted to back up, her hand feeling a tug which caused her head to look down. Then she was feeling him jerk her forward. She tried to dig her heels in and resist but it was pointless. His claws came about her throat, cutting off her airway, as she reached up her hand to stop it choking her. Fear filled her eyes for the first time in a long while. Instinctively she snarled and tried to pry his claws off her throat, her nails digging into his wrist and her feet dangling off the ground. 

She managed to gasp out a reply though her tone was unsteady. “I won’t break…” 

Sish snarled, slamming Jayda into the ground, a knee on top of her to keep her in place,  while keeping her lightsaber hand firmly pinned. “I don’t want you to break, I want you to learn you stupid fucking girl. You [i]hesitated[/i]. I had to turn it into a [i]mercy[/i] killing for you to strike and by that time he had already defended himself. Do you know why you lost to him? Because you’re weak. You cling to Jedi training and other Sith will sniff that out and turn you into their little bitch. Fighting like the ones imprisoned doesn’t help you win.”

Sish released her throat and brought his claw to her face. Gently, on her cheekbone, he dug the claw in until it reached bone. Then he slowly began tearing downwards, ruining the tattoo that remained. “You can’t stop this. You rely too much on weak Jedi tactics.” He spoke kindly, almost cooing. 

She bit her tongue, her eyes glaring in full hatred through squinting eyes when the memories started. Her breath knocked from her, she couldn’t recover fast enough to prevent him from pinning her and instead felt the pain ripple through her spine when he slammed her down. Jayda’s legs tried to reach up to push him away but his knee rested into her stomach, holding her down. Her hand jerked as she tried to move it and protect herself only to fail. When he clawed her face, her eyes shut feeling the surface give away to the laceration running from her face edge to her ear. She jerked violently at the action making it clear his marring of what little remained of her tattoo had gotten to her. His tone raked across her mind and settled into a cold, numbing part of her brain. 

Instinctively her free hand lashed out. His face, still grinning, jerked back as her nails scored across his jaw. It didn’t faze him in the least it seemed while his grin remained. She managed stir the words to speak at his earlier accusation. “I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about. I’ve never met a single Jedi until I met you, now get off!” 

She adjusted her aim for his throat as she leaned her shoulder higher, bring her arm closer.  

Sish didn’t react to the claws scraping across his jaw. "Is that all the weakling has? No wonder you can't stop me from doing whatever I please." His claw kept slowly tearing down, ruining her tattoo. 

His eyes narrowed as she denied it, and he fell back on a familiar human curse. “Bullshit. You were trained by a Jedi. I know how they work, I’ve killed enough of them that their style’s are engraved into my memory.” He forced her hand back to the ground with the Force before it could reach his throat, quickly lifting and crushing it beneath her other hand to pin them both.. His clawing sped up, going down her neck and too her collar bone. With a quick, savage, movement he ripped the clothing covering her shoulder and arm, and began maring the tattoo even more there as well. 

“If you weren’t clinging to the Jedi ways, you would be able to stop me. As it is, I’ll claw ever last piece of your identity away, until there’s nothing left but a blank slate to work on. To make you stronger.” He spoke in that same soft and kindly tone as he slowly cut through the tattoo. 

Sish’s words mocked her inside then denied her words speaking the truth. His figure didn’t even flinch as his claw finished its work, exposing the off white cheekbone to the air. It was bleeding well and started to stain her face, dripping down her human tone skin. Now infection was the problem as her hand was ripped by his force ability, her mind trying to deny it. Already being drained from the fight with Jakali, she was vulnerable and the bastard knew it. She jerked her wrists, both pinned to her right side, while new blood spilled over her neck to her shoulder. 

She had to get out of here. Her hearts thumped harder, threatening to burst her ribs now when she knew there would be no help or aid from any on this ship. They wouldn’t get involved and she would die, just like the idiot apprentice that provoked Sish. The lizard’s accusations melted in her awareness and realising why the lizard had quickly turned sadistic. In his mind, his view, she had almost become what he hated most. A Jedi.  If he had viewed her being as such then it would’ve gotten her killed. In the end, this was the price for her carelessness around Sish and she was going to suffer for it if she didn’t stop it. The only thing that was sparing her from a quick death was the fact he didn’t see her to be a total loss. 

“I don’t fucking know what you’re talking about!” She practically screamed. “If I was fucking Jedi trained then why, [i]why[/i] wasn’t I trained at a temple? Why didn’t I ever fight you on a battlefield rather than being on my homeworld! You found me on the place I wa born and raised, among my [i]family[/i]. Jedi don’t have families! I was trained by my father, no Jedi.” 

Sish opened his mouth to snarl something back only to pause. An understanding dawned on his face and he began to laugh, even as she attacked again.

Adrenaline edging into her veins, Jayda expanded her head to a side angle and sank her teeth into his wrist, the only exposed flesh. His bitter, nasty blood filled her taste almost making her fight the  gagging impulse. A dirty tactic she loathed though if worked, it was worth it.  It would at least cause pain and distract him, her fingers reached outward with the force. She had to get him off her so she could get some distance, either kill him or live another day. She rattled the drawer from the desk, working it loose, while her teeth bite deeper into his wrist to keep his attention on her. His laughter was drowning her hearing but she ignored it.     

“I get it now!” He hissed as Jayda dug her teeth into his wrist. “A rogue Jedi! Someone who clung to the Order’s ways, but not to their rules. It all makes sense. He never told you? That’s funny. No wonder I didn’t find you before I found your brother. He taught you to hide it well did he?” 

Jayda’ eyes flared in panic when Sish started, worried he figured out her ploy. Her body relaxed and teeth dug deeper when she heard the rest of his words. It only fueled her bite into his skin. Canine sliced into the tendons, ripping into the veins, filling her mouth with crimson blood. Her body was hurting from the posture he forced her into while her fingers kept reaching for the drawer. It managed to work loose and in one jerk of her unarmed hand, she sent it smashing into Sish’s side hard. Not bothering to see if it hit, she jerked her hips with all her energy toward her pinned hands then started to kick her heels upon the floor to wiggle out. 

Sish jerked in surprise as the drawer hit him, his clawing stopped as he yanked that hand back to defend against the expected attacker. His movement gave Jayda enough room to start wiggling her way free. “I don’t think so.” He snarled again. His free, unbitten, hand grabbed the base of her larger horns. His claws dug into get purchase and he applied force lightning while jerking his wrist out of her mouth.

Jayda made a muffled scream, her body seized when Sish sent lightning through the sensitive nerves on her horns. Smoldering flesh was smelt as she kicked in her reaction, unable to control it. Her teeth felt his wrist ripped from her fangs while her canines took at least a chunk from it. Her arms tried to curl against her body and her legs twitched until the lightning stopped. She was breathing heavily, the scream dying on her lips, when the pain dulled even a bit. Her head still held down, pinned by his claw gripping it and leaving it tender. She pushed her wounded cheek deeper into the cold metal floor, letting the new hurt overwhelm the one aching at her temple, her still screaming voice dying with a choke in her throat.   

Sish grinned as she screamed, his teeth still bloodied from biting onto Jakali’s robot arm. “Try not to forget this lesson. Next time I’ll rip your horns out of your skull. ” He let go of her horn and grabbed her by her braided hair, before speaking in that kind tone again. “Now, it’s time for you to rest.” In one swift, brutal motion he picked her head up and smashed it onto the floor. He did it again. And again. By this time, the Zabrak was unconscious and he let her go, experimentally moving his hand where she had sunk her teeth in. It would heal and he could still use it. Just not very well. 

Sish got up and walked to the dresser where Jayda had thrown his drawer, opening one he pulled out basic medical supplies. Returning to her he set about patching up the wounds she had with a surprising tenderness.  It wasn't enough to actually repair damage, but it was enough to prevent her from bleeding out.

The Trandoshan paused as he sensed another Sith outside the door to the room. With long, furious, strides he went to the room’s door and yanked it open. Zanna had enough time to open her mouth in an attempt to explain herself, and then a clawed hand was around her throat. She was lifted several inches off the ground while his other hand quickly and neatly yanked her lightsaber from her belt and tossed it behind her. 

“What the fuck are you doing skulking outside my door?” He snarled. Zanna made a few choking noises, and he released his crushing grip ever so slightly. “N-Nothing my lord!” Zanna choked out. “I heard screaming and thought Jayda would need help.” She spoke even more hurriedly as Sish’s eyes narrowed, almost tripping over her words as she babbled on.. “Jayda and I are training each other! She trains me in lightsaber combat and I train her in force abilities! I need her!” Sish looked back at the unconscious Jayda before staring at the terrified eyes of Zanna. “Just a reminder.” He said softly, placing a claw just above her eye. It dug in down to the bone as he continued, dragging it all the way down beneath her eye and to the bottom of her face. Zanna would have screamed if not for the claws crushing her windpipe. “Be very careful with how you teach her.” He threw her back down the hall. 

“Leave. Come back for your training later.” Zanna nodded her acceptance, whimpering in pain as she brought a hand to her face to check the damage. As his back turned to gather his charge, the terrified whimpering turned to pure hatred and anger as she gathered her lightsaber and slipped away.

Sish gathered Jayda gently into his arms, taking her to her room and settling her in her bed as comfortably as he was able. His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed. The Red Sith. She had been in here recently. [i]Lets see if she notices her unwelcome visitor.[/i]He put the Zabrak in her bed and pulled the covers over her. For a moment he gently rested a claw on her forehead. Then he turned and left the room, turning the light out and closing the door behind him. He had prisoners to torture.

A grin crossed his face. [i]I’ve only met one after all.[/i]

Zanna waited until Sish was long gone before heading back into the Apprentice rooms and looking at Jayda. She touched a careful finger against her new wound, doubtlessly going to scar, hissing in pain. “You’d better be worth this effort…” With that, she dug the blue  alchemical substance out from the bed, pulled back the covers and undressed Jayda, applying what remained of it to the worst wounds.