[center]~| Day 2, 16:00-16:10 GST|~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Sith training room|~
~|Jayda|~[/center]

Jayda’s boots thumped heavily the metal grates. Each step was weighed down by anger, confusion and more. The sound clicked repeatedly in her sharp ears as she was relieved she managed to avoid Corr, distrusting the Sith not to exploit it. On impulse her feet increased the rate she moved to gain more distance from her quarters. Her breath was shallow and rapid as she ignored the pain her weakness caused. Each emotion was tossed into a swirling void she hadn’t gotten under control. It spin faster and threatened to overwhelm her control,  a fact she needed to change soon. 

Resisting the emotions throbbing in her once calm center, Jayda kept her relentless pace up until she reached the upper decks. It was more on instinct than actual planning that her feet led her here. If there hadn’t been walls confining her then she was certain she would’ve merely kept onward and never stopped, even when she collapsed. The one thing she missed on Iridonia was the open desert caverns and shorelines.  Whenever her emotions failed to obey her, there was always somewhere she could work off it off. 

That wasn’t the case here and even if there was, she wa in no condition to do it. 

Unwillingly, her mind brought her father to surface in her mind’s focus causing her to pause abruptly in her next step. Everything seemed to still around her as if the world had been put on pause. However,  her storm raged on more violently without notice  and felt like she would shatter to pieces. Sish’s laughter and his mention of her father being a Jedi lingered in her mind. 

[i]Was it true?[/i] 

She thought bitterly, unable to shake the distinct sensation the shit eating lizard hadn’t  been fully wrong. Her hands tightened into fists causing her nails to draw her own blood. The red, much like humans, dripped down the skin’s surface and fell to the floor in a steady rhythm that her sharp ears seemed deaf to. She didn’t understand why he would’ve kept something like that from her. Or worse, that Sish, the very definition of filth and venom, would have figured it out before herself. In the end, Jayda wasn’t sure who she was more pissed at. Herself, Sish, or her father. 

The anger stayed for only a few moments before it started to fade behind another strong emotion. Her guilt slithered and coiled around her, tightening its grip while she thought back to the earlier scene.  She let her back press against the nearby wall just outside the training room’s entrance and slid down into a sitting position. Idly, she reached for her lightsaber and tugged it free from her belt. It slide in her hand easily where she stared at it hard. Deep inside, the purple Hurrikaine crystal that powered her weapon was actually her father’s. Dismantled from his old one and her own rehashed with suitable parts, it was purely designed for elegance and dangerous efficiency at defending herself. Or even killing now. 

Her other hand reached to trace the black, flora design upon the handle as she let memories flood her mind. Some as early as her childhood to present, making her wonder if her decision to follow Sish was fully the correct one.  

She was easily easily reminded her of her condition when she slouched too far to one side. She scrunched her nose in dislike and hissed softly, her head turned to the source and tilted to straighten her back. To ease her discomfort she used her free hand to push herself up and  breathed slowly, letting the pain fade some. It surprisingly calmed and draw her attention to something other than herself. 

Inhaling, Jayda spoke out loud to the empty space imaging her father before her.  She didn’t expect any real solutions to come from it.  In her worse moments it gave her more strength and helped her to survive the world’s horrors. “I wonder, Father. What would you think of me if you could see me now? What I’ve become? Would you be disappointed or proud I chose my own path?” 

No answer as expected, her head lowering in depression. So many questions pounded in her mind that it was hard to imagine they would end, her thoughts drifting into an absence of thought for a moment.  Jayda sighed then leaned her head back against the hardened metal, letting the rough surface dig into her skull. She was starting to wonder if she had made the right choice in the end while she started to move upward. Her hand braced against as she raised, getting to her feet as she clipped her weapon back onto her belt. Feeling confident enough, she began to walk. Mentally she was considering her options to help her avoid her quarters for at least another hour or more.