[center]~| Day 2, 14:32- 16:00 GST|~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Sith training room|~
~|Corr, Jayda, and Sish|~[/center]


Sish turned his head at the sound of the doors opening, a new, unfamiliar, scent flooding into the room. “Ah. My new apprentice.” Sish turned to Jayda, his grin growing more predatory. Jayda, meet Corr Halcard. Your fellow Apprentice and compatriot. ” The gleam in Sish’s eye suggested that the Pureblood was anything but a compatriot to Jayda. He turned to face his newest apprentice.

 “I’ll be getting an arm soon, but first let it be a warning. Don’t forget who rules this ship, and don’t damage the Jedi when you’re taking them away for interrogation. If you’re not strong enough to take one by force, take troopers with stun blasters. Darth Nyiss will not tolerate any violations of her rules. Do your best to not displease her. I’m a Lord and it cost me an arm. 

“We’re here on this ship to train the two of you to become stronger Sith. You need three strengths to do so. Martial Strength; Self explanatory, how well you can kill, or subdue, things. Emotional Strength; Perhaps you’ll have to kill children. Perhaps elderly or people begging for their lives. You must be able to do anything. Other Sith will sense any unwillingness as a weakness and exploit it. Force Strength; Self explanatory. How well you can use the Force.” 

Sish turned off his lightsaber, clipping it to his belt. “Let's see how strong you are, Corr. There are some prisoners I’m sure will be able to put up a fight.” He gestured to Jayda. “You’re coming with us.”

“You really do have a death wish.” Jayda growled, her eyes narrowed and voice irritated. “You just lost your limb because you couldn’t control yourself and now, you’re eager to try again? I can’t imagine she would forgive you losing your temper a second time.” 

Her vision flickered to the exposed socket, her anger filled her hearts to pump rapidly. She was already pressing her back against the wall across Sish and seemed to dare him to argue. Truthfully, she knew he wouldn’t. With his arm ruined, her mind was already determining the damage to his promise and how easily he would hold up within a ship full of Sith who were more willing to kill him than aid him. His odds weren’t looking good.

Jayda was already surveying the other apprentice with a distasteful look. Suspension filled her nerves already making her mind more aware and jumpy at the new arrival, her head tilted in his direction slightly. Her other hand rested near her lightsaber and could easily flick it up should something come at her. Either from Corr’s or Sish’s direction. Since this Red Sith was Sish’s new apprentice, it no longer meant Zanna would be safe sleeping in her quarter but then again, it also meant she wouldn’t be getting much sleep either. 

She made a soft snort as she waited for Sish’s reply.  

Corr entered the room, hood up. He immediately spotted his new master and his fellow apprentice and sensed a tension between the two. He purposefully walked over to them, respectfully bowing his head. “My lord.” he simply said and nodded to Jayda as she was introduced. He could tell that she hated him, but he could also tell she was dangerous. It was the norm for most Sith, but he was disappointed that he was unlikely to find an ally in her. Corr mentally surveyed Sish, his reputation definitely preceded him. A ruthless Trandoshan with a history of ‘teaching’ his apprentice harshly. He would have to be careful. He nodded and said “I am eager to begin. Lead the way.” Corr pulled off his hood, revealing his short brown hair as a loose strand popped off from the rest and hung over his forehead.

Sish shrugged. “It was either get angry and stop them from escaping or don’t get angry, have my lightsaber stolen, and likely get executed. Which would you have prefered?” He grinned again. “At least you’re starting to learn how to survive on this ship. Come along, the both of you.” Sish turned and walked out of the Sith training room, heading towards where the non-Jedi prisoners were kept. In short order, he had gathered three Republic soldiers, all unarmed and in relatively good condition. Given the fact they’d been tortured for any information they had. He also had another prisoner, a child, brought along behind them.

He gestured to Corr. “Kill them. Without the Force or your lightsaber. Republic Soldiers! If you win, I’ll ensure that you and one other of your choosing gets off this ship alive and well.” 

Corr unclasped his cloak and threw it to the side. He stepped forward and opened his arms in a welcoming gesture. One soldier growled and threw a punch, which Corr easily dodged. He grabbed the soldier's forearm and quickly and deliberately jammed his open palm against the soldier’s elbow as hard as he could. While he had only done this technique one other time back at the academy, it worked beautifully. The soldier screamed out in pain as his arm was broken. By this time, the other two soldiers were closing, angrily. Corr knew he couldn’t take them on all at once. He tossed the soldier he was holding at one of the two, sending them both toppling. The third came at him hard and fast, with two hard jabs, sending Corr stumbling back a bit. Corr growled and tackled the third to the ground and started to viciously beat on the soldier’s face with both fists.

The other two started to untangle themselves, the one with a broken arm rolling to the side groaning and the other getting to his feet and charging Corr. Corr anticipated this, but he kept beating on the soldier, whose face was purple by now and was almost certainly unconscious. But the soldier was faster than he thought and the soldier slammed into him, sending them both tumbling. Corr leaped to his feet and quickly surveyed the scene. The soldier he had just attacked would certainly be down and out for a while, the one with the broken would get to his feet, but he would be slow. All he had to worry about for the time being was the one he had just been tackled by.. He positioned himself in his unarmed combat stance, for a particular maneuver that would put the republic soldier out of commission for good. But only if he timed it right. 

The soldier got to his feet and stared at Corr with hatred, but Corr recognized it for what it was. Blinding anger. This fool was not thinking clearly. The soldier put his fists up and started to circle Corr, looking for an opening. But so was Corr. He blinked and took a swing. This was Corr’s chance. The Red Sith caught the swing and twisted the man’s arm, and put as much force as he could on his right foot, swinging the soldier over his shoulder and slamming him onto the ground. The soldier gasped from the shock of the impact. NOW! Corr slammed his foot onto the soldier’s throat, effectively cutting off any air passage and doing some significant damage to his windpipe. The soldier flailed about as he tried to get Corr off, but the sith was holding with all his might. After about a minute or so, he stopped and Corr knew he was dead. The man with the broken arm had started to get up. Upon seeing his two comrades, one dead and one beaten to a pulp, he started to back away from Corr, fear in his eyes. Corr allowed himself a sinister grin. He loved to see the fear in their eyes. He started to walk towards the soldier flexing his hands. The man stumbled backwards and fell on his ass, he looked back to see a wall. That’s when Corr striked. He bounded half the room in a single leap and wrapped his fingers around the man’s throat in an iron grip and squeezed with all his might. The soldier’s eyes bulged out of his skull as he clawed at Corr’s face with one feeble hand, but the sith simply ignored it and stared into the man’s eyes, making sure the soldier knew it was useless to fight it.

The soldier eyes widened as the life was squeezed out of him slowly. It was a little over a minute. The desperate scrambling turned into feeble tugging as he finally faded from the world. When Corr let go, there were purple finger prints on the man’s neck. Corr groaned and got up, turning to the third of the trio, who was unconscious but not dead. Corr walked over to him and turned him over onto his stomach. He then grabbed a handful of hair on the back of his head and lifted up, slamming his face down on the floor. He did it again, harder. And again. And again. And again. And again. Until there was a pool of blood and his face was no longer recognizable. Corr slammed his face into the cold floor for the last time before dropping him and falling back onto the floor, panting heavily. He slowly got to his feet and looked towards Jayda and Sish, “Looks like they’ll be stuck here for a while.” he said, walking over to his cloak and picking it up, his boots tracking the third soldier’s blood across the room.

While her eyes maintained their sight on Corr, the Red Sith making a coarse and rough go at brawling, she spoke to the Lizard in a venomous way. However, her tone wa careful not to sound anything above her normal distaste for him. “What’s the point of this?” 

She bluntly ignored the other apprentice as she shifted her eyes away from the ending. In her mind, he wasted too much energy and effort in movements which could’ve left him exhausted if he was fighting more than three. On this ship, that was all too possible. Her eyes focused on Sish for the answer but her hand has always been resting alongside her lightsaber. 

“You’re injured. I have to assess his martial prowess somehow. Anyone can kill with a lightsaber and the Force. It’s easier to see how talented he his at killing overall without weapons.” Sish commented absently, watching the fight. “Brutal. Frightening. That’s who you’re going to have to beat. I doubt he’ll just let you kill me.” Sish turned to regard Jayda, a familiar grin on his face, as Corr finished the last soldier. “Consider him another stepping stone on the way to killing me. If you can kill him, you might just be strong enough to put up a fight against me. If you can’t kill him, he’ll kill you and I’ll train him. Fairly simple concept now. You’re in a race. Become stronger than him and kill him before he becomes stronger than you.” Sish turned back to face Corr, a satisfied grin on his face. “Excellent. Jayda will show you to your new quarters, and we’ll work on the rest of your testing tomorrow.” The Trandoshan began to turn, but paused. “One more thing before we go.”

He gestured to the door behind them. It opened to reveal the child, a young girl, being escorted in by a trooper. “Kill her.”

Jayda’s fingers tightened into a ball upon hearing Sish’s command echoing in her head. Her eyes widen in surprised then quickly snapped back into its normal default. However, she began to stir and shift back toward the door instead of approaching the child. Memories, long and painful, whirled in her mind as she tried to empty her conscious out. She couldn’t bare to watch this happen again. Her fingers trembled and she could feel her whole figure intensify with the anger pounding at her very control, her breathe inhaling softly to keep her temper. 

Sish’s voice hissed at the Zabrak’s back. “Don’t look away. Cowards and weaklings look away.”

“I’ve already killed one for you. Let your new pet killed this one.” Jayda snapped quietly in a sour tone, still walking toward the opposite doors.  

“Then you should have no problem watching. Watch it, or I promise you I’ll make the one you killed look like nothing compared to what I’ll do to this one.” Sish replied in a dangerously calm voice.

The Zabrak’s feet abruptly stopped in her tracks, her body still threatening to drown in her hatred, as she forced herself to turn about. Her eyes lowered to the floor at first begin to rise and watched Corr approach the young prisoner. The girl easily could see the mixture of helplessness and anger twisting in Jayda’s head. 

Corr looked at the girl, grimacing. He pulled his cloak on and fastened it, pulling the hood up. He was about to ask why, but then he realized it didn’t matter. “Very Well, My Lord.” He pulled out his right lightsaber, walking slowly towards the child. She looked up at him fearfully. His hard eyes softened as she stared up at him, he kneeled down in front of her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Goodbye, young one.” He activated his lightsaber, the red blade piercing her tiny form. A dull shock registered on her face as the energy blade rammed through her heart. She slumped over on the blade and Corr deactivated it. He caught her before she hit the ground and carried her, standing up. He handed the child to the trooper, turning back to Sish, hooking his saber on his belt.

The watching Apprentice flinched when she heard the lightsaber turn on, the Red Sith sending the lightsaber through the child’s fragile body and catching her on her fall downward. There was little doubt the girl was dead in Jayda’s mind while she tried to ignore the swelling emotions filling her. Part of her wished she could’ve choked and died on them, ending this torture. She managed not to react to the scene, her face gave no signs of being affected, and even better she had not interfered. Something she was worried about when she was forced to face this nightmare.  

Sish, after a brief surprised glance at Jayda, nodded. “Good. Jayda will show you to your quarters.” He turned around and left.

Corr watched him go and turned back to the trooper, who was still holding the dead child. “Make sure she is buried properly. Take her back to her family if she has one. If not...I’ll make arrangements personally.” The trooper nodded and marched away. He turned back to Jayda, his hard eyes returning. “Well then. After you.”

Jayda didn’t move for several moments, her eyes stared forward into space. Corr’s words finally broke through causing her head turn his direction. She acknowledged him for the first time since the child’s death but didn’t say a word save one. “Fine.” 

The tone lacked something as she turned on heel, her foot leading her out through the hissing bulk doors. Her boots clipped in a steady pace while they silently moved through the corridors toward the Sith quarters. Her hands clasped into balls and tightened enough it felt like no blood poured through them, the skin darkening in color slightly. Confusion and pain were all she could feel, the scene playing over and over in her head never leaving her alone, as they drew nearer. 

When they finally arrived, she raised a single arm to gesture him inside.

Corr walked in, casually inspecting the barracks. Just like all other Sith Living Quarters. He turned to Jayda, obviously sensing her distress but unsure of what to say. “It’s a nasty part of the business. But sacrifices must be made.” he said simply, turning back to the room, looking for storage containers. 

Jayda’s eyes sharpened at his words, her anger held deep. “You had the fortune of not knowing your victim.” 

Her voice had taken on a bitter, almost vicious tone, before she sighed. Taking a deep breath she tried to ball her anger, worry, and confusion into her hearts where they swirled in place, then packed it away for another time. One where she would gladly release upon the very cause of her misery and avenge her brother. She then added more. “However, thank you for making her end quick. It’s more than Sish would’ve done if I had disobeyed him.”  

Corr removed some items from his belt and pockets and stuffed them in a duffel bag with the imperial logo on it, hanging from his bunk. “I saw no reason to make the child suffer. The universe had dealt her a raw hand. Though your thanks may be premature, we will most likely be enemies in the months to come.” He tightened the bag and took off his cloak, throwing it on the bed, his full head of hair produced one strand of brown hair popping out and hanging over his forehead. He crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall, inspecting Jayda. His brow furrowed as he pondered what this Zabrak was doing here. She was not here to rise in power, that much was certain. Sish had a reputation, but she seemed to have even more personal problems with him besides him hurting her. And that comment about not knowing the child. As if she knew the child she killed…

“What are you doing here?” he asked bluntly.

“That’s all Sish teaches is suffering.” Jayda answered as she noted he was honest at least. Her figure moved toward her bunk where she leaned against the post end and watched him carefully. She slowly pulling her mind away from the memory but she was still very rattled. It was likely to haunt her again after she managed to bury it once, and mentally cursed the Lizard for bring it back. “As for what I’m here, Sish said he would make me strong enough to kill him one day. Through from what I’ve seen, it doesn’t seem I will get the chance if he keeps it up.” 

She saw little point in hiding her dislike or lie about the truth, since it was clear as day. There was likely more questions to come and so, naturally she waited for the next one. However, not all she would give every single detail. 

Corr shook his head and said “Well, good luck with that. You’d have to become pretty strong to defeat him in combat. Not to mention the legion of Sith that would come after you. Well, that is if you directly killed him. While I wouldn’t do it personally, there are other methods.” Corr took an energy bar from his pack and took a bite out of it. 

“They will only come after me if they could prove it, which I know there’s other methods. They won’t do me much good if I don’t have the skill to end if should it fail..” She stated clearly, through mentally she added the fact she didn’t intend to stick around. After all, her father had taught her how to hid her force from the Jedi. So the Sith wouldn’t be any harder. Or so she reasoned to give her comfort. “I’m not an idiot after all or suicidal.”  

Corr smiled and took another bite of his energy bar. “Well, it seems you got it all figured out.” he replied sarcastically. He studied her face for any more clues, but she was giving up nothing. “So, why do you want to kill Sish anyway? I mean, I get you don’t like him all that much, but to kill a guy because you don’t really like him? A little cold.” He was joking, of course. Corr was sure Sish had done something awful to Jayda, but he wanted a response. 

Jayda let the sarcasm roll off her back, her expression ignored it. It took a few moments of silence to pass before she finally decided to answer. “He killed someone precious to me. I tried to fight him, ignoring the dead Jedi, and ended up being tossed out a high building.” 
Corr nodded in admittance “A fair enough reason, I suppose.” He finished off his energy bar and crumpled up the paper and threw it towards the trash bin, using the force to propel it across the room. “Do you know Inquisitor Zanna? I heard she was on this vessel.”

Several choice words were spoke in Ul’Zabrak under Jayda’s breath when she heard Zanna’s name. It would mean their deal was unable to be altered since the Sith knew the female and any chance she had to escape it was nulled. Rolling her tongue in her cheek, Jayda raised from her lounging position then answered him. “Yes, she is. I believe last I knew she was going to the quarters shared by all the apprentices not attached to Lords on the ship.” 

“I don’t think you need me anymore.” She started to walk out the door, the conversation done unless he asked anymore questions.  

Corr let her go, grabbing his cloak and draping it over his shoulders. He watched her walk out, thoughtful.