[u]Jayda[/u]

A heat, heavy and bothersome, had settled in her core. Its violence seemed to threaten to consume her from the inside out as her boots clicked against the floor, each step brought her quickly along. It wasn't the first time her emotions had threatened to purge all common sense from her, though what disturbed her most was fact it was provoked from her and above else she could've risked her own life. Her mind repeated the battle. Over and over, the images flickered in perfection against her thick skull. More emotions churned to spread to her surroundings. Them seemed to have a mind of their own, willful and untamed despite her efforts to regain control. Why had she been so stupid?

A question seemed to have no answer, only a foul result in the end. She hadn't expected any of her strikes to land. Not once, but it had. Her mind filled with Lord Namore's scream while her ear pounded from the sound of her twin hearts. Boom, boom, boom, rapid and unsteady air seemed to be caught in her lungs. The air seemed too heavy to breathe anymore, even if she would've died without it. Jayda absentmindedly picked up her pace. Already her thumb had pressed her lightsaber button and caused the blade to hiss then disappear, her digit retracted back to its original position. However it was impossible to return it to her side. The Zabrak's fingers wrapped tighter about the hard handle, gripping with her strength, as she brushed pass the moving her bodies. Thankfully both staff and crew, even the Acolytes, had been too occupied in their current tasks to note her struggles. If they had, then it wasn't likely she would've been able to control herself from lashing out. Already her hands seemed to tremble from the battle's aftermath and its effect seemed to race up her arm, revealed from the severed slash in the sleeve. The skin marred by the fresh scars underneath. A painful reminder Jayda had avoided looking upon. Mainly out of fear Sish's wounds would've rekindled what Jewel had started. The more she thought, the greater her desperation to be out of sight became. 

It showed in her movements in her rush down the long, wounding hallways until finally her room came into sight. Her quarters were just a little farther while a lump surged into the back of her throat. All along the way, Jayda had managed, in some way, to gather the will to force herself to keep moving. Her figure had darted pass any warm bodies and even managed not to attract her Master's attention. For how long was a mystery but she was certain it wouldn't be for long. Logically she should've headed to the medical bay and gotten her wounds tended to, that was the only logical reasoning. Sadly, she wasn't thinking clearly but instead felt like a scared animal backed up into a corner. 

At the panel, she abruptly came to a stop. Her unoccupied hand raised then tried to click across the panel's buttons. Her fingers shook terribly then caused the panel to deny her with a loud beep. In reaction, her knuckles whitened as the grip on her lightsaber grew. The dark thought of merely slicing the machine came to her mind before she shoved it back down. Now here or now, she snapped despite pain from her losing battle against the thin within her mind. At least, she finally heard the hiss of the door open. Without wasting more time, Jayda rushed through the opening which shut shortly behind her. Finally behind closed walls, her ridge control tried to remain until the end. It wasn't going to happen much to the Apprentice's irritation as her legs carried her across the room. 

Smack!

Her lips bore a growl when her knee slammed into the dresser, her voice rang out in a snarl at her distracted mind. Breath became shallow and rapid when the dread filled her the moment her mind had started to lose what little ground she had managed to keep. The lightsaber dropped from her hand, her nails dug into the dresser edge to keep her upright. It clearly didn’t aid her as her body started to sink slowly to one knee. Every inch of her was quaking in wave after wave, unable to stop it, increasing her helplessness until she let out yell.

“*Ven res golta kaio het I'shuree orana!” Her words came out in Ul’Zabrak and filled the empty room.

Once she tapped into her hatred, the rage that started to burn and tug at her control. Her mind slipped into numbness as her legs forced herself upwards. Her force oozed out, erupted once more, while she let herself be consumed. Her arms scattered whatever was upon the dress and littered the floor, her fury provided a barrier between her and the thing clawing within her mind. Unable to coop, she reached deeper into the emotion. Let it swallow her until that was all she felt and drive the thing back. The dresser immediately was shoved to the side and tilted over. Her arms hooked underneath, her body filled with heat while she jerked it upward. A heavy crash met her ear yet she didn’t stop. The carnage edged to the bed where the mattress easily ripped under her nails, the insides scattered within the room. Covering it in white material like fallen snow. Nothing was spared unless it could with stand her pain and misery’s warpath. The scene she wrath wasn’t lost to her memory as it was suppressed for another time. 

*Get the fuck out of my head!