[hider=Post 57, FallenReaper, Rtron | Jayda, Sish]
It was..interesting to have to deal with a blindside now. Ever since the Jedi (who, Sish had to admit, was a worthy opponent) had blinded him, his perceptions had been..off. Combat had become more difficult than anticipated. Right now, he was about as threatening as a scurrier..fighting against a Rancor. It wasn't a feeling he liked and he was doing what he could to adapt to the situation he found himself in. Which is to say, extensively training, and failing, in the arenas. Much to the amusement of some of the Sith apprentices. Interestingly enough, they turned a variety of colors when he closed off their windpipes. Some left with claw marks, and new scars, around their throats. Some tried to run, and Sish didn't want to bother chasing them down.

Now, he wasn't watched as he trained any more. Apparently they didn't think it was funny any more. Regardless, his apprentice had finally been deemed recovered enough by the medical staff to let him 'visit'. Apparently, they weren't in the least bit intimidated by a tall, angry, Sith Lord Trandoshan who could snap their necks with a flick of his wrist if he so desired. That, or they were very, very good at hiding it. 

Approaching the tank he began tapping. After all, she couldn't be left sleeping forever.

Click, click…

Something was tapping the glass, the sound dulled and vibrated around Jayda. Lazily her eyes scrunched tighter, trying to block out the annoying noise. It only persisted until she heard the slight crackle, the glass strained when too much pressure was applied, happened. Slowly her eyes shifted open. [i][i]“It figured”[/i] she thought bitterly. Her mood soured upon seeing who or what had woke her. Beyond the small crack was Sish… the lizard’s grinning and predatory smile flashed at her, his newly bloodied claw had pushed on the thick glass separating them. 

He looked different. His one eye stared at her as the other was sealed close and slightly healed, useless now from what seemed to be a light saber wound. ”[/i]What the fuck had he been doing? she mentally snarled, her teeth bared under the plastic air mask at seeing his injuries. Not out of concern but rather her own selfish reasons. She was truly starting to wonder if he wanted to die before she had a chance to kill him by being so fucking reckless! Jayda closed her eyes for a moment, her mind trying to gather the emotions she earlier so desperately hung onto and seal them away. She needed to be level minded or likely risk an emotional outburst, something that was ill-advised in her current state.
 
It took a moment or two for the apprentice to gather her surroundings, namely where she was, reaching for information through what senses she could. Weightlessness and the sensation of being submerged meant she was in likely in a Kolto chamber, something of a surprise to her. It meant someone had wasted the chance to be rid of an impure. This unsettled the Apprentice because it meant something else might've been brewing, a darker plot. 

Another thing she noted was her attire. Her clothes had been removed, exposing the Zabrak’s body far too much for her liking and now she was forced to face the past results. A simple, low cut tanktop and tight fitting shorts were all that saved Jayda from being completely naked within the tank’s confines, both completely black. Jagged scars, Sish' handiwork, worked their way from the side of her face down along the neck and over almost all her body. So many times new scars had run over the lines of the old ones, shredding the skin, until nothing but raw, sloppy texture was left behind. The muscle definition had suffered the worse yet it still functioned fine. Sish didn't want a crippled apprentice after all or a useless one. There were clear signs of both starvation and chunks removed in her lean figure, a reminder it would never be able to grow back to its original pristine. At least in Jayda’s eyes and that was least of the pain, bits of her face jato edges and all her jat’i along her back were practically skinned off. It erased ties to her clan and past that were gone forever. 

Now done taking full stock of herself, her wound also partly patched to hasten healing, Jayda realized she was once more at Sish' mercy. She won’t have been surprised if he savored the fact she couldn’t escape or blow him off. He seemed to in the past. The Trandoshan would stop briefly in the middle of torture just to preach his beliefs on her like with the Padawan, just to ensure she was focused on his words before starting again when she didn't break or seemed to take to them. The only difference between now and then was there wasn’t bars that separated them but glass. 

At the look on her face at seeing him, Sish' smile only grew wider. She obviously still hated him as much as ever. Good. Hatred was a strong emotion, useful for driving someone to achieve goals. In this case, his death. Now that he was sure she wouldn't ignore him, it was time to find out what exactly had happened. While he wasn't so naive as to believe that the Sith didn't kill each other for nothing more than being in the way, he didn't believe that he and his apprentice(in the loosest sense of the word) were a threat, or in the way. They were just on the ship to get a ride back to Korriban. 

The camera had shown two interesting things. The device Jayda was using had been pushed beyond limit it should have been pushed and exploded, and Jayda moved to protect the Jedi. He would have written the former off as carelessness on Jayda's part, overeagerness to torture the Jedi perhaps. But, Jayda wasn't careless. Even when she should be wild, vicious, more beast than sentient, she kept things rigidly controlled. It was both a benefit and a detriment in Sish' eyes. The latter...he would wait for her account before making any judgements on that. 

Tapping the glass once more to make sure he had her attention, and to remind her that she couldn't ignore him, he asked a simple question, [i]“What happened?”[/i]

Something told her to tread carefully, maybe it was the grin that just didn't seem to scream 'I'm happy you're alive' sort of message. [i]“The Taser device exploded, sabotaged by someone. Likely some Sith that felt I didn't belong on this ship or was too impure to live. They didn't do their research or they would've set the explosion higher unless they wanted to kill the Jedi before I was done with him.”[/i] 
 
Jayda's eyes closed, fighting the urge to wince when she moved slightly and bit back the pain. Her eyes glances down to the slight blood that leaked from her wound, it's reddish color floated upward then dissolved. Thankfully by now the VRS13 had left her system and no longer enhanced the pain she experienced. 
 
[i]“Some of it is still a blur as I've not had a chance to think on it. Bits like the Taser malfunction and the Jedi somehow getting close enough to plunge the syringe straight into my neck, injecting me. Then flashing back to waking up while they were jerking the metal piece from my side and almost considered breaking an medical staff's wrist is for the moment all I can recall at the moment.”[/i] Jayda felt she was missing pieces, the part from the integration and shielding the Jedi to engaging him in a fight before blacking out not yet jogged back. She inhaled; her mind probed for clues and lost images to aid her. 
 

Pulling her mind from it for a moment, Jayda snarled. [i]“Though it seems you're trying to get yourself killed already from looks of it. Are you that desperate for death that you can't wait?”[/i] 

Sish shrugged. [i]“Your escaped prisoner proved to be a competent fighter. I subdued him, but not without the Jedi leaving his mark.”[/i] The Trandoshan gestured to his eye with another grin.”[/i] Caution never suits me. As for death, not necessarily eager, but I expect you to kill me or I would have been wasting my time training you.”[/i] His grin faded. [i]“As for someone trying kill you, as soon as you're out of the Kolto Tank we'll begin searching for them. When we find them we'll kill them, of course. If they had just tried to kill you in a straight duel, I wouldn't get involved. But, they tried to kill you through an underhanded tactic and, despite your hate of me, you are still my apprentice. I don't appreciate their assassination attempt.”[/i] 

Jayda rolled her eyes at his retelling about how he became blind in one eye thanks to the Jedi, something that irritated her far greater than it should've. Namely that it was her own moment of weakness nearly costing her revenge and not willing to allow it to happen again. He would die at her hand, and hers alone. When he mentioned providing his aid, she gritted her teeth and growled at his offer. 

[i]“You realize we're at the mercy of the Darth upon this ship right? Killing another Sith, even in combat, is more likely to end up a death sentence. As much as I want to stuff the Taser down the one responsible throat and then cut him or her into pieces, I'm not as willing to be arrested then killed.”[/i] Jayda hissed, her emotions bitten back to think clearly. She wasn't stupid and getting killed was more wasteful when it didn't at least aid her in the final goal. 

Sish held up a claw. [i]“Only if we do it blatantly. Subtlety isn't my strong point, but even I can set up something so we can kill the Sith responsible and shift the blame. Most likely on another Jedi. Unless you'd prefer to wait until they finally figure out how to kill you?”[/i] He tilted his head, pondering something. A few moments passed before he spoke. [i]“Unless the Jedi can heal himself, or others can heal him, he just might die. My mouth isn't exactly clean and infections are rather easy to get when a Trandoshan sinks his teeth into your neck. Then again, you sacrificed your body for him in the explosion. Saved him, really.”[/i] It was said casually enough. But a glitter in the lizard's eye warned of the consequences of poorly chosen words.

She fought the urge to groan. He was making it a chore to ensure both of them were able to live the next day, the whole point was to be quiet about it. If wasn't for the fact she hadn't gaged Sish' power or she would've attempted something. Now wasn't the time to blow her control and give into rage, not when someone had clearly attempted to kill her. Her eyes suddenly narrowed upon Sish as he mentioned something that confused her, something about sacrificing her body to protect her victim. A dread filled her when the image flickered across her mind from the last few seconds before the explosion. It seemed to hit her like a brick wall that she hadn't realize it, believing she had killed off any remnants of her light long ago. Worst yet, Sish had noted it. 

[i]“You heard Minder repeat the orders from the Sith in charge. The Darth requires live subjects and if the Jedi had died in the explosion, any information he had would've been lost or blame from his death could've been placed on my hide. Namely since the proof, the malfunctioned Traser, is now likely a smoldering bit of trash.”[/i] Jayda said firmly and added. [i]“Besides, I wasn't done with him.”[/i] 

She didn't waver, though she noted the Trandoshan's hand had lingered dangerously close to his lightsaber. The Zabrak inwardly braced herself for the worse as she let the time tick by, waiting for his answer. The only question was simple: would he kill her, something she didn't fear, or accept her answer? Either way, she wasn't simply going out without a fight. 

Sish considered her, gauging her response. For a minute, he didn't seem to believe her. Then, his face cleared and he smiled. [i]“ I can accept that. Though, try not to be so eager next time. The would be assassin may not have to try so hard if you keep offering yourself up to them. Also, I would suggest you begin looking for another emotion to drive you. Hate is powerful, but when I'm dead and gone, you won't have enough of it to fuel your own powers again. Don't be like the Jedi, or most Sith for that matter, and assume the only power of the Dark Side is negative emotions.”[/i] He seemed about to go on, when he made a negating measure.

[i]“I would take this opportunity to try and make some of my lesson's stick beyond how to kill me, but something tells me that they won't. Regardless, try not to die before you can truly kill me. I'd hate to have to start from scratch because of a careless move on your part.”[/i]

She tightened her lips, her eyes seemed heated at his words. The anger was white hot as it filled her core, heating her center at his last remark. He was the one likeliest to die from the rate he was going. The Kolto tank bubbled a bit, swirling slightly from the anger wafting off her and pressed at the glass. Memories flashed in her head from the four years, forcing her relive those moments she kept under lock and key, feeding her hatred and mood. It only cracked her inner walls a fraction but it was enough to affect the fragile container. A new creak skated across the previous one Sish had made. One from the tank's inside followed by Jayda's words. 

[i]“I won't be a Sith like you... I want nothing of you left to remember.”[/i] Her voice was cold, the cracking ceased when she started to mend the crack. 

[i]“You'd forget your brother then? You know, the weakling who I left in many pieces all over the ground? You can't remember him without remembering who killed him, and how much pain he must have been in before he died.”[/i] The Trandoshan's eye drew closer. His voice spoke softly. [i]“Judging from his screams, he was in a rare amount of agony. Iridonians are tough, but some are weaker than others. Your brother didn't even get to half of what I put you through. I wonder, how could you have loved such a pathetic slime enough to chase me across the galaxy and fight three Wookies to try and avenge him?”[/i]

[i]“I can't even imagine the amount of sniveling and whining he did. Then again, perhaps you didn't come after me for your brother. Perhaps that was just a convenient excuse. Perhaps you and I are far more alike than you want to admit.”[/i] He was grinning again, that same predatory grin she had seen from the time of her trials to the time of her apprenticeship. 

She found it difficult to push her anger and hate back into its box, but she managed it. Somehow or someway, Jayda had just locked it when he started about her brother. When his eye drew closer, her purple eyes watched him and fought back the desire to send a force push to shatter the glass. He won't win, she said, repeating it once more. 

[i]“If I was anything like you then it's likely I would've been dead before now.”[/i] She commented in a neutral tone. [i]“At the rate you're going... you won't be alive for much longer and unlike you, I don't aim to die because of my own stupidity. I learn from my mistakes...something you're not too bright at. I'll make sure to watch the light leave your eyes at least in your dying moments. I'll kill you by any means.”[/i]

Sish laughed, his eye glittering with amusement. [i]“You have to be somewhat like me, even if you hate to admit it. After all, I taught you how to fight. As for watching the light leave my eye, I'd be disappointed if you didn't. A sign of weakness I failed to stamp out while helping you sharpen your skills to kill me. Who knows. Maybe I'd stick around as a Force Ghost. Careful not to give me reason to try and stamp out weakness even after you kill me. I might just defy death itself to do so. Think about it. My ghost following you for the rest of your life. It would be a fun experience for one of us. Of course, if you actually do prove yourself strong enough to stay, I'll slip away and never bother you again.”[/i] He leaned back. [i]“Enough of this, you need to recover quickly, before they decide to take another crack at you.”[/i] And with that, he left.

Jayda just stared after Sish' retreating back, her mind fixed on the twisted enjoyment in his eye. When he finally vanished the small crack in the tank had spider webbed from where she bore a hole through the glass. It cracked and splintered, finally stopped when she closed her eyes. One day... his venom would be the cause of his demise, her mind only set on that single goal, unable to bring herself to think about the future beyond that. 
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