[center]~|Day 1, 21:02 -21:09 GST|~
~|Aboard the Kaggath, sith quarters|~
~|Jewel and Ven'ren|~[/center]

Ven'ren stuck his head into the part of the sith quarters designated for Jewel and himself. Still seemingly in high spirits.
“Master? Are you here? I was to report to you.” He was grinning, though it could not be seen.

Jewel was, at this time, slowing pacing back and forth in front of a small pyramid of dark crystal on a plinth. Though it might look strange or exhausting to many, it was in fact, Jewels way of meditating. Her mind was set on reliving the countless encounters that made her angry, brought about hate or inspired fury. Any approaching her would be able to sense the power radiating off her, the air around her filled with dread. It was also one of the rare occasions when she was in simple robes and not armor, though her lightsaber remained ever at her side.

A moment passed when Ven’ren spoke as she gathered her thoughts before she turned around to face him. Her eyes still had a yellow hue to them, though it was already fading. “Yes. What have you learned?” She demanded more than asked.

As his master turned to him, Ven'ren fell down to one knee and rose again, instead of a bow. A surprisingly easy movement considering his gear. He grinned, still unseen, but one who knew him could easily read excitement from his body language.

“The jedi fought back, master. Challenged me! They would, in a way, cornered as they are, but he spoke too. He wants to fight. Already wants conflict. Doing our work for us.” He paused, and his voice turned calmer, toning down the strange hoarseness in his tone as well. “I get ahead of myself. The Jedi I introduced myself to was Alat. Only Kel Dor, can't be mistaken.”

Jewel stared for a moment, trying to make sense of Ven’ren. For all his uses, he was still one of her most frustrating apprentices. understanding him when he had some information to relay wasn’t always the easiest task. Thus far, he had avoided frustrating her to the point of endangering himself, but the skeptical side of her was always waiting for that time to come. After a moment she had decoded what he had said somewhat. “The Kel Dor is closer to the dark side than the rest then? I trust you were able to hold your own against him in battle.” The second part of what she said was more statement than question. She expected excellence from her apprentices.

“Of course master. And not... darkside as we are. He is too calm. Too cold. And I do not know the rest of them to compare. But I believe he could be worked on. Could be reasoned with. Made to understand that our way is better for him. He wants to kill. We can use that.”

“Everyone has their breaking point” Jewel replied conversationally. “I could always use another killer to direct at my enemies. Perhaps I will meet this Kel Dor. What did you learn of the others?” Jewel asked expectantly, taking a seat while Ven’ren replied.

Ven'ren falls back into himself a little. Uh oh. “I.. only picked out one, master. And took him to one of the interrogation rooms. The others... they barely reacted to my presence, as it were. I followed soon after Darth Nyiss. They might have exhausted their reaction from that previous encounter.”

Jewel resisted the urge to punish him with the Force - he had, after all, accomplished half of his task, and the spirit of the command had been obeyed. Still, though the quality of the information he brought her was good, its usability was questionable, for if this Jedi was as close to the darkness as Ven’ren made him out to be, others would quickly find out as well. “Take off your mask.” Jewel coldly ordered.

Ven'ren almost reeled back, as if the request to uncover his face was something shocking. Then he just nodded and removed his mask, without a sign of his previous, obvious discomfort. He still held it in both hands, head slightly tilted and regarded his master. He could easily feel her anger, but appeared not to react to it at all. He understood from this that he was going to have to apologize and save himself from angering her further, but presently took no more action that he was instructed.

“Your service is noted.” Jewel began, standing as she did so. “But I desired more than you have given.” With that, her anger rose in a short, sharp burst. Her right hand whipped up and delivered a swift open handed strike towards the side of Ven’ren’s face. The back of her knuckles would strike him, though fortunately for him Jewel’s hand was bare. The swift violence would satisfy her desire to mete out punishment.

Ven'ren does not defend himself from the blow, and falls to one knee right after she struck him, eyes on the floor.
“Master, forgive me.“

Jewel looked down at her apprentice, kneeling before her, bare face towards the ground, begging for her forgiveness. Few things conveyed a sense of superiority and power like this did. A tiny part of her wanted to berate him for kneeling before [i]anyone[/i], but that part was quickly squashed as she drank in her own superiority. “You are forgiven…” She said slowly, savoring the moment. “You may put your mask back on… Then you should meditate and prepare for the next day.”

The apprentice looked up again at the statement of forgiveness. Remaining in kneeling position but with his back straight. He wasted no second in putting his mask back on, feeling very much relieved. “I will, thank you master.” He said finally, getting back on his feet and leaving for his own room. He was going to have to speak to the Darth tomorrow. He did not look forward to it.