Thread: Lessons in the Dark  [ Jagd & Bear ]

Lina couldnt count the number of times that Rultan had lead her into battle in the very brief two years that she had trained with him, but there was no amount of violence and no amount of admonition that seemed to break the one thing that he reminded her held her back from her true Jedi potential - her exuberance. Try as he might to make his padawan apprentice every bit an automaton as he was, there was a spark in her that kept the coals burning deep in her soul, a piece that could be cherished and nurtured into a great roaring flame or died down until she was an almost passive thing. And for now, that was how she would appear. There was a certain pleasure to dimming down the flames of passion that burned inside of her, a certain excitement in its own in playing the part of a padawan that obeyed her master and was able to control her emotions. No, she wasnt controlling them, but merely controlling how her master saw them. Lina viewed it as a use of her wit rather than using the Force, as her master could surely see through any hypnosis or illusion that she may try to spell upon him. For the most part it was easy for her to concentrate on keeping herself calm and collected externally as they fought their way through seemingly hordes of the Sith scum, but if there was anything that could shake her and break her, it was one thing. Rultan broke his own character. For the first time in the years that she had known him, Rultan displayed an emotion and it was enough to almost stop her in the heat of battle. Irritation. Anger, even, maybe. It was enough that her blood ran cold and her anger pulled through to the surface, as there had been nothing before that would unbalance her master enough to break his resolve of displaying the entire spectrum of non-emotion that existed. From there on out, she lost her own self-control. The adversaries passed in front of her in a blur, her memory hazy on the chain of events. There was a piece of it missing, she knew, because her memory skipped and there was suddenly a face or rather, mask that was completely unfamiliar. A Sith, undeniably so from the dress and his blood-colored lightsaber. He unsettled her, but she couldnt stop and think about the situation. She fought from a place that Rultan had warned her against - her heart. Again, her memory went hazy before she was thrown, her memory going back from what she was now positive was a blow to the head. Lina had run through the chain of events several times before she decided to lift herself off the ground and evaluate where she was. There was a gentle rumble that told her she was no longer on a planet but instead a ship of some sort in a sparsely decorated bedroom. She rubbed at her head, which had a dull throb in it that was slowly dissipating, her eyes catching sight of movement. She jumped to her feet, grasping in vain for her lightsaber that wasnt there to fight the most frightening adversary - her own reflection. Her adrenaline was pumping heavy through her veins and her heart was racing, though danger was not in this immediate vicinity. Lina took a moment to assess herself in the mirror, able to see that her robes were - for the most part - in good condition still and shed suffered only minor injuries, which had already been bandaged. Her brows knit slowly in confusion, because why would the Sith capture and keep someone as unimportant as herself? Speaking of Lina fought herself to a calm, closing her eyes as she concentrated her use of the Force to feel for any people in the near area. It didnt take long for her to feel what was undeniably him - the Sith - her hands clenching into fists. She approached the door to her room cautiously, tapping it lightly so that it slid open to reveal a common area that was neat and orderly. He stood across the room, staring out at the other starships that were passing by in the window he stood by. There was no point in trying to sneak, as he quite obviously had kept her alive for a reason, but she didnt feel safe without her lightsaber. It sat between the two of them on a table, laid out as if it were nothing more dangerous than a butter knife. Her eyes narrowed at the man, her teeth biting into her lower lip. Where is Master Rultan? She demanded, approaching the man cautiously and keeping her attention on the Sith without making it obvious she wanted closer to her weapon.