~|Day 1, 11:30 GST, Day of the Sacking|~
~|Jayda & Sish|~
Jayda didn’t need empathy to feel the emotions running rampant within the small shuttle. Fear, pain, anger and lust for blood all filled the small confines of the shuttle, nearly suffocating the Zabrak as she closed her eyes. She was trying to block out the scene around her. It wasn’t easy, namely when the filthy murder, his claws stained with her brother’s murder, stood quietly beside her. Jayda inhaled once then twice, pushing the emotions to the very center of her being and letting calm wash over where her emotions should’ve been given free range finally.
She could feel Sish’s head immediately snap, followed by a sparse few, starring in her direction. Her scarred flesh twitched uncomfortably at the sensation as her eyes snapped open to see Sish’s expression. One, disgust and mocking, blaring down on her composure. Her lip pulled back to give a low, silent snarl.
“Your brother kept his composure too. At least, until I cut off his limbs. Then he just screamed.” Sish spoke, his tone disgusted and ridiculing, when each syllable escaped his muzzle. There was unlining warning to remember where they were, including how dangerous it was, how easily they both could be killed.
Jayda’s emotions didn’t flinch or change. At least visibly, despite the anger wanting to rise like a tide within the acidic seas of her homeworld, but Sish could easily sense the spark which quickly was smothered again. She kept leveled with his when she spoke. Each word venomous and spiteful, hate oozed out of her and intended to hurt him as much as he hurt her. “Rage hasn’t done you much better, else you wouldn’t have lost an eye.”
Sish grinned. Good. She was fixing herself already. Hatred would keep her alive, long enough to kill him, perhaps. If she stopped holding herself back, that is. “I never said anything about giving into rage. I spoke of keeping calm. Jedi keep calm. And as you’re about to see, that is a lethal mistake.” He placed a claw on her shoulder, what seemed like a reassuring gesture, but they both knew it was far from anything kind. “Try not to die. It’d be a pity to end this fight with only a dead weakling as an Apprentice..”
The Zabrak’s shoulder tensed under Sish’s claw, flinching and immediately attempted to jerk loose before she lost her composure. Inside, she knew it pissed him off, a fact she cherish, as her eyes narrowed darkly. Her voice edged into her native tongue, aware of his lacking knowledge in its translation, to chew him out. “Shuree tze'tlesu keta et pik’ta kusin shar, mal gunsos jho mendi.”
Sish chuckled as he let her jerk herself free. So easily provoked, despite her best attempts. He’d make a Sith out of her yet. His eyes glinted with dark amusement at her words, before he spoke again. “Insulting me in a language I don’t understand? How brave and strong of you. Truly, you’re as ready to kill me now as you were in Kashyyk. Maybe it’ll be a blessing if a Padawan kills you. I won’t have to waste my time ending your pathetic attempt to kill me and your pathetic life.”
She was silent, both knew the truth, and despite her hotter temper, there was little chance she had to kill him. Jayda had been trying for the last several years and the closest she had gotten was being beaten, starved and pushed into becoming a murderess. None, of which, she was proud to have been. Her fists tightened as the leather gloves creaked at the pressure, her chest showing the fury erupting through her calmer demeanor. The shuttle gave a shudder, seemingly to read the tension between Lord and Apprentice, before the rumbling grew stronger.
“We both know if you wanted to end my pitiful life, you would’ve done that four months ago. There was nothing stopping you from dragging a claw across my throat and spilling my blood.” She snarled, closing her eyes briefly to rein in her hatred again. Her teeth were gritting tightly while the ship started to make its descent onto the Temple, the rumbling gaining in strength and volume slowly.
Sish’s grin became more satisfied, and bloodthirsty, as the shuttle began to rumble and he noted Jayda’s control giving away slightly.
That’s it. Just one more push. He thought, his claws clenching and unclenching rhythmically. Unlike Jayda however, his was in anticipation, rather than rage. “Do we? Perhaps I thought you were stronger. You certainly showed potential during your trials.” He had to speak louder and louder for the next words, as the ship gained speed, rushing towards its destination. ”I must say however, I’ve been nothing but disappointed in your dismal displays since our little agreement.” Before he could go on, the entire ship was rocked as it crashed through the doors of the temple.
There was a few moments of an extremely bumpy ride, in which everyone held on for dear life. Then the ship stopped, and the doors opened. As the lightsabers all around them ignited, Sish grabbed Jayda by the throat and lifted her up so she was forced to look in his eye. A familiar, sadistic, bloodthirsty glint was in his eye as he spoke, roaring from excitement. “This is your first real test as my apprentice! Act like the Jedi and die, or seize the power of the Sith and live, weakling!” With that, he threw her into the temple and combat, using the Force to give her a bit of a boost. Enhancing his own speed with the Force, he leapt out of the ship and charged into battle.
Jayda’s eyes suddenly widened when Sish gripped her throat, his claws digging into her flesh enough to cause blood and pain to ripple through her mind. Her teeth gritted against the hurt as she hissed, her feet trying to kick out in reaction to his aggression. Her hands clasped his one lifting her off her feet making her eyes jerk to spot the ground instinctively aware of his animalistic, vicious desire to inflict more pain and suffering. She had seen that before, each time he tortured her, maiming her tattoos and causing her flesh to sear with fresh suffering. Jayda’s nails tried to dig into his wrist for both purchase and fury, her lip curled up in a feral snarl, baring her teeth at the creature who was the source of all her misery. Her defiance glared back at his unharmed eye with strong resilience though the hatred wafted off her form in waves, washing over them both.
They were casted in the faint glow of the multiple, red lightsabers flickering to life. Her face felt his spittle spraying over her with each word uttered from his stinking breath. Likely the last thing many Jedi had ever remembered before he ended their lives. No warning at all, her body was tossed carelessly the moment the rush began. She knew the moment she was released that she was going too fast naturally, causing her hand to whip around and summon her lightsaber to her hand using her force ability. Her hearts pounded furiously while she tucked in her head, followed by her upper torso allowing her to roll across the floor. Using the momentum in the throw, she used her force for balance before pulling back to her feet to face the first Jedi.
Naturally none of the other Sith paid attention or cared for Sish’s treatment of her, a fact she learned apprentices were barely anything more than property to their Lords. Something used, abused, or tossed away when an apprenticed ceased to show the expected potential. She hated it but endured the humiliation because unlike many other, she chose this path.
Baring that thought in her mind, Jayda’s thumb jerked and her lightsaber buzzed to life. Her face, twisted into dark look thanks to the dirty and dishonourable trick, centered on the nearest Jedi. Her first glimpse told her a lot about the foe, her mind absorbing it temporary, bracing for the battle. It was a human, male and likely younger than her, his age in his twenties according to his pheromones. She felt her irises shift immediately as they tighten, drawing what little light she could from the flashing lightsabers, including her own. Her ears listened to the buzzing fade into the background along side the cries from the first fallen.
Opening up in her first Soresu standance, her hand raised over her head with the blade dipped downward in front. Her left leg kicked back to brace while it coiled, readying herself for a counter or to attack first. Soresu was her default moveset after all and most familiar to her, ever since childhood it fit her best. Now she knew the basics of So Djem, enough to perform more satisfactory moves for assault. Her eyes waited, studying the young male for hints of aggression only to realize it wasn’t about to happen. Jayda quickly altered her opening position. Her hands raised upward and blade tilted, bring her dominant foot to the back. Coiling her leg muscles, Jayda immediately shot forward making a wide sweep at the waist. The knight brought his blade in front of him, grinding hers to a halt though the force knocked him back a few inches. Taking advantage of that, she used the momentum to bounce her blade back and swing to the left leg.
The Jedi jumped forwards, flipping behind her. His blade aimed at her head causing Jayda to drop into a roll, barely avoiding it. Not missing a beat she ended back on to her feet and twisted on heel, Jayda brought her blade at his legs. A scent of burnt flesh immediately greeted her when bone and flesh met her lightsaber. The jedi made a blood curling scream as he crumbled into the floor.
Not wasting time, Jayda’s figure stood over the dying Jedi. Her blade lashed out again and silenced the screams with a slice through his throat. The head rolled while her eyes spotted another Jedi, a older one, taking the stance of Shii-Cho. Jayda’s expression took on a grim determination, her body shooting at the Jedi with a downward slice.
~| Day of the Sacking, sixteen minutes after the attack|~
~|Jayda|~
Her robes showed signs of damage, visibly covered in charred slices and holes, from her simple long sleeved black tunic to her torso and boots. Through the holes skirted patches of her scarred skin and ruined tattoos. Most her scars were recently healed and faded, fluttering in and out of sight, her muscles still functionable despite the massive scarring. Each step had the air of a well trained fighter, filled with control and caution. Her cloak had been discarded because it was proving a hindrance. Jayda's eyes scanned along the corridor now littered by bodies, Sith and Jedi alike, forcing her to navigate around.
Apart of her deep down felt the loss in the force while lives were cut down. Their end would happen no matter what, whether they were taken alive or not, as the pity washed over her. If Sish had known, she was sure his punishment would've left her crippled with pain. It seemed all the Sith ever brought was chaos and misery... And now she was apart of it.
Her lightsaber had deactivated while she crept deeper into the hallway, seemingly vacant save for one individual: a young Padawan. She knew it when she spied the small braid hanging from the silver hair, his posture hunched over and weeping it seemed over a dead woman, a master it would appear.
It wouldn't take long for the Padawan to notice her presence so she had to be quick. Her purple eyes studied him and observed the scene, her hand gripping her lightsaber end lightly. The Sith were all given their orders and she was no different: seek out and capture any living Jedi after the first attack for Darth Nyiss. Like a Nexu stalking its prey, she drew closer, intending to make this distasteful task end quickly. Namely before the Jedi had gotten over his grief and realize she was there.
translation:“I don’t intend to die before you, weak, shit eating lizard.”
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