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Thread: [ the apprentice ] [ newblood x Niksis ]

His gaze traveled up and down the feminine form before him as if he only just now realized the beauty that was the woman he had found. He had been so focused on finding a weapon against the rebels, that he had rushed it. So eager to take ownership of her that he had not taken the time to properly appreciate her for what she was. Only now did he put the pieces together, it was clear that she had known hardship. Despite her beautiful features, he could tell that she was not one to back down from a challenge something that was made even more evident by the fact that she had followed him so far, without question. 'Perhaps she'd be more than just a tool.' He thought to himself as he quitely watched her demonstration of power. They killed your friends. Everyone you knew and cared for. They do not deserve to live. Kill them, if not for survival then for revenge. Kylo Ren instructed as he kept his gaze locked on Zyra. He was clearly goading her on, trying to make her reach down into herself and pull at the darkness lurking, bringing it out. And as she stepped closer, placing her chest against his own, he remained and simply watched, hoping she would succeed. And succeed she did. A part of him doubted but doubt was quickly replaced by renewed confidence as he felt their lives leaving them. He could feel the power flaring up inside of her, the ember growing to a small fire only to eventually die down again. It produced another subtle smile on his lips as he took a step towards the woman and placed both of his gloved hands on either side of her arms and squeezed gently as he watched the lifeless bodies of his two troopers slumping to the ground. Do not feel bad for what you did. They deserved it. He learned a bit closer, his head hovering a few inches from hers as he attempted to console her with hushed words. He knew very little of her and realized this might have been the first time she had taken a life. If so, he understood the pain she felt, the first one was always going to be the hardest. But if she was to ascend to become his apprentice, she would have to learn how to deal with the pain of taking a life. I'm proud of you, Zyra. You did better than I expected. So I ask again. Kylo all but whispered as he continued to hover inches away. His warm breath reaching out to caress the very edge of her right ear and cheek as he spoke. Some might think of him as a monster, he embraced this. But to her, to his apprentice, he would become so much more. Even if she did not realized it yet, he was her strongest ally and best friend. A strange friendship, sure, but a friendship none the less. Learning back from where he was standing, Kylo would eventually learn back in again, this time hovering inches to her left, his words once more brushing against her cream colored skin as he spoke. His tall, muscular form pressing ever so slightly against the smaller frame of the women in his hands. Do you accept my offer to train you? To give you a new home here with me, to become my Apprentice.
Thread: [ the apprentice ] [ newblood x Niksis ]

Lust that was a feeling that Kylo could relate to. Though it had been some time since he last felt it's delight coils wrap itself around him. 'Lust' the muscular man echoed inside 'That explains it' the man continued his inner monologue. It amused him, to think that this woman would choose Lust over Fear in his presence, most people chose fear. And it intrigued him, curiosity boiling up inside him. Curiosity about her, about her past as well as future. Curiosity about them . With leather gloved hands still gripping at the beautiful forms shoulders, Kylo turned her around where she stood and learned in. Overtaken by a new emotion, one she had reminded him of Lust . With eyes still locked, the much stronger form pressed his lips against her own in a single, brief kiss. A taste of what to come as much as it was a means of gauging her reaction. Letting a few seconds pass allowing his actions to find root, Kylo kept his dark orbs locked with hers as he still held her close. He wanted to kiss her again, so very much. It clawed at him, threatening to tear him apart from the inside. It took immense amounts of self-control to not just force himself upon her and take what he wanted. As he had done so many times before with others. Zyra was different, to him, at least, her presence and effect upon him felt different. For the first time, in a long time, Kylo was willing to give pause, to gauge interest before moving forward. Whether he was tired of waiting, or the signal was given, it's hard to tell. Regardless of the reasoning behind it, the robed man leaned in again. His soft lips finding hers once more as a tongue pressed itself to meet it's partner eager for a dance of passion. Taken by the long claws of passion, Kylo pressed himself into the kiss hungrily lustfully. While one hand slowly traveled upwards. The cold, black leather of his glove slowly wrapping itself around her throat in a gentle squeeze as he swung the smaller form around once more and pressed her back against a nearby weapon stand. Causing his own much taller - and harder - form to press itself against her even more as kisses of pure and unadulterated passion fueled him.
Thread: [ the apprentice ] [ newblood x Niksis ]

Zyra whirled in place by his guiding gesture, turning her shoulders and now having her face him head on. She was steady on her heels even if everything else felt unsteady. The brunette had a lot more control over what she could see, now. Eyes snapped to his lips. She had a feeling that she might have brought the storm she had sensed onto herself. Eyes lifted from beneath black eyelashes, their emerald green dancing and vivid as she stared into his dark gaze. Suddenly, a kiss. Zyra's lashes fluttered and she braced, his lips soft but striking. There was the lightning . Normally when people tried to make a pass at her, she was cold and blunt in her refusal. Zyra was even vicious at times. She had a rule about her body make people stare, don't let them touch. And here he was, waltzing through her own rules about her intimacy with ease. The lingering moments after the quick initial kiss was thick with tension. Zyra told herself that she could still shove him away. Put her hands on his broad chest.. and.. and.. push.. or.. pull? Dig her nails in. She could bite his lip the next time he tried to kiss her, grab fistfuls of his hair and.. her line of thought was lost once she realized that she was not really planning an escape route, but instead savoring the smoldering desire growing in the pit of her stomach. The strange desire was evident in her features, a passing tongue over her lush lips with her eyes drinking in his aristocratic features. The kiss came crashing in. Somewhere within herself, she knew that this was insanity in it's purest form. She had just met this person. There were freshly murdered bodies right next to them. Zyra's mind was silenced by his hand at her throat, and she hissed with desire through her lips and into him. The woman felt herself handled into the nearby weapon's stand, feeling steady between him and the piece of equipment. Her head tilted back, accepting more of the kiss. She kissed deeply, selfish and hungry. Both arms reached up, snaking around his shoulders and tugging him closer. Her back arched into him, one arm holding onto his shoulders while the other arm lowered, her fingers traveling through his hair. She gripped, pulling. Zyra came up for air from the kiss, nose nuzzling the stop beneath his ear. Her lips pressed warm, sultry kisses just beneath his jaw before nibbling with her shining, white teeth. A low rumbling of a moan escaped her, the growing need in her insides roiling her sex to definite slickness. Their immediate chemistry made her either the luckiest woman in the galaxy, or the most doomed. He might be a death sentence she reflected as her tongue lashed against his earlobe and her fingers raked through his hair.
Thread: [ the apprentice ] [ newblood x Niksis ]

Near a full day had passed since the robed figure had left the room - and the carnage they had caused - behind. Occupied by the growing resistance to The First Order, Kylo was not available to waken his new apprentice from her slumber. His presence required fully at the bridge of the massive Destroyer as a small skirmish took place outside. Nothing that would threaten their lives and future, but dangerous enough that they risked his anger to pull him from his training of Zyra. So when the doors to the small dojo openened, a young man wearing a First Order uniform entered and hurried over to the prone form of Zyra. With purpose to his step, the man neared until he was withing earshot. It was then, that he spoke. Zyra, are you alright? ... Shh, don't be loud. Your father sent me, I'm here to take you home. He is worried about you. His words were hushed and hurried, like a man expecting the walls to have ears. Perhaps they did, though only Kylo would know for certain, he built the place. Crouching next to the prone form, the young First Order officer reached out with his free hand and offered the girl a smile. We need to hurry. Won't be long before they know what we're doing. I have a ship ready to take you home. A sense of urgency was evident in his tone, though it was hard to tell whether he was telling the truth or not. His face was not immidtiately recognisable though the First Order uniform probably didn't help the situation any. Having spoken his few, carefully chosen words. The 'spy' rose once more and walked over to the door leading out from the Dojo, eyes scanning left, then right. Checking for patrols or anyone else who might just stumble across his rushed escape. He clenched his hand around the grip of the blaster, if trouble were to present itself, he would be ready. It was at that moment the entire ship rocked violently, a muffled explosion coming from somewhere inside the ship. From the sound of it, it seemed to be far away, though it was enough to give the officer further concern, judging from the wrinkles forming on his forehead.
Thread: [ the apprentice ] [ newblood x Niksis ]

When Zyra woke, she was groggy and sore. Her long lashes fluttered as her eyes lifted, honestly thinking that when she focused she would be observing the change room of the club that she worked in. She was waking from a strange dream within a dream. Though when she looked around, she saw bodies. No, not a dream, it had been real. Green eyes focused on the man speaking to her an she nodded when asked if she was alright. Zyra ascended to her feet, smoothing out the cramps in her body from a slumber on the cold, hard floor. She observed the man, head shaking. She licked her lips and calmed her breathing, eyes darting from his face to the mangled corpses on the floor. They already know you're here. If you leave now, you might survive. She assumed that there was some awareness of the fact that there was a scheming man aboard this ship. Zyra was an refined weapon. She sincerely doubted that Kylo Ren would let her slip through his fingers without a universe of consequence. Zyra was impulsive, but she was not an idiot. She knew that there was no escaping this. Zyra stood still as this man paced, eager to leave. She shut her eyes, bowed her head and placed her face in her hands to calm her thoughts. She knew that leaving would be dangerous. There were big plans for her, but she also wanted freedom. If she left, she would never be at peace again - she would always be running, hiding, evading. I have to stay. She finally resolved. The explosion rocked her, eyes darting toward the door. What is happening out there? She asked, taking a step toward the door and asking the man.
Thread: [ the apprentice ] [ newblood x Niksis ]

Another explosion echoed through the hallways of the highly advanced stardestroyer. Whatever was going on outside was causing the massive ship to rock from side to side violently and as a result, another set of alarms went off. With worry plastered on the mans face, not aided at all by Zyra's words, the man glanced down one corridor. The Republic launched an attack on the ship. From the sound of it, they're winning. Don't be an idiot, Zyra. We can use the distraction to ge- Another explosioned caused the ship to violently dip to one side, cutting off whatever the man was going to say. The man turned to Zyra fully, determination filling his gaze as he spoke again Look, I was told to get you home, whatever it too- again, the man was cut off. Only this time it was not an explosion that caused it, but instead the crack of a blaster rifle firing from down a corridor. Shock grew on the man's face as he looked down at himself. A black scorchmark had formed on the mans torso blood already cauterized from the plasma that just went through his torso. A pair of Order troopers all but ran over to where the man had been standing. When their eyes fell upon the scantly clad apprentice of Kylo, the men stopped and nodded firmly. My lady, are you alright? The one trooper asked while the other went and checked the dead officer. He's dead, sir. was the conclusion that the trooper came to. Meanwhile, on the bridge of the massive ship, Kylo stood an intimidating figure at the very front of the ship. Inches from the armored glass seperating him from the vastness of space. Around him, countless uniformed men and women were working tirelessly at their consoles interpreting Kylo's orders to the best of their ability and then forming them into action. Outside, a handful of smaller ships had recently come out of hyperspace and launched their entire squadron of fighters and bombers, hoping to take The First Order by suprise, though Kylo was rarely taken by surprise and had been ready. Streaks of light filled the black background of space. Hundreds of fighters dogfighting against hundreds more. While massive capital ships were firing their massive cannons at eachother. With each explosive rock of the Star Destroyer, an equally large explosion were coming from the enemy ships. Chunks of durasteel floating around the empty void, the only evidence of the carnage that was forming. A carnage that caused a smirk to form on the robed figure's masked lips. Starboard! Focus on the destroyer! With outreached hand, Kylo yelled his command. Only a few seconds go by before the entire behemoth of a ship begun to turn, facing their starboard side to the enemy and launching a massive cluster of torpedoes, aimed directly at the enemy's command ship. Turning to a man standing next to him, Kylo growled Prepare my ship. I'm going out there. Without waiting for a reply, Kylo stormed out and begun to move towards the fighterbay, intenting on joining the fight outside.
Thread: [ the apprentice ] [ newblood x Niksis ]

The violent explosion had her bracing, though now that she had taken her heels off she was feeling much more steady on her feet. An arm extended, prepared to grip onto something should the integrity of the ship actually fail. She hadn't really processed what he had said before the ship rocked, too absorbed in the growing urgency all around her. In the moments that she closed her eyes to blink, she was certain that she could hear and feel the bowels of the ship ebbing and flowing. Her eyes snapped open, turning to look at the man a split second before he was shot down. It was a good thing Zyra had been steadfast in her decision to stay, whether that was through fear of the consequences or genuine curiosity because she officially had no allies on the other side of The Order aboard this ship. Your.. lady ? What..? Zyra asked incredulously, head shaking as confusion seemed to be a continuous and constant theme in her new life. The bubbling chaos around her called to her. Her head shook, a hand raising. Yeah. I'm fine. She knelt, slipping her feet back into her shoes. Zyra felt toughest in a pair of expensive heels. She clenched her jaw, green eyes becoming hyper focused as she examined both directions of the hallway she stood in. Her head tilted to the side, untangling the various threads and voices all around her. She was not trained, but right now she felt threatened by the attack. It heightened her. With a confident strut and squared shoulders, her legs carried her in a very specific direction. Zyra intercepted the Commander of the First Order. She flipped her hair over her shoulders and fell into step with him. You're leaving the ship, yeah? Zyra asked, intuitive enough to know that he was going to put his own skin into the battle. She walked with him, likely toward his specific ship . Let me come with you, she insisted, looking up at him. Before he could tell her to stay behind or cite her lack of piloting or combat skills, she touched on it herself. I know I have no idea what I'm doing, but let me learn . I hardly understand what this fight is about, but I know that it threatens my well-being and if I can keep myself from dying, then I'm going to find a way. So can I come with you? She asked, her legs working hard and fast to keep up with his as they walked to the bay.
Thread: [ the apprentice ] [ newblood x Niksis ]

The tall figure of the Commander strode with purpose down the winding corridors. Only slowing his pace when the woman rounded the corner and took her rightful position in life at his side. Another explosion caused the tall, robed figure to stumble slightly from side to side before regaining his balance. From the sounds of it, things were getting worse for the First Order. Over the internal communication spread around the ship, a female voice echoed All pilots, report to the fighter bay. The Commander will be leading the attack. Still keeping up the pace, the tall figure spoke in a mechanical voice caused by the intimidating helmet he's wearing. I applaud your desire to live, Zyra. In their eyes, you are the enemy and they will try and kill you. Kylo explained as he walked down another corridor. Further down the long hall, a large group of black uniformed men and women stormed past them every single pilot on the ship hurrying towards their designated ships as ordered. Find a ship and follow us out. Finally Kylo stopped in his track and turned to face Zyra fully. Reaching out, he placed a gloved hand on Zyra's cheek. A smile was forming on his full lips, though masked by his helmet. Return alive. I have further use of you. He let his words linger for a second before turning on his heels and continuing down the hallway they had been traveling. The fighter bay was a disorganized mess of hectic shouting and chaotic movements. Each pilot hurring to get into their fighters while technicians where trying to keep some semblence of order in what was going on. Sitting in a bay for itself, Kylo's own TIE was already prepared for him. Glancing back at where his apprentice was, Kylo gave a curt nod of good luck before stepping into the ship itself and flies out of the hangar doors, joining the chaotic mess of fighters outside. To the untrained it would be near impossible to tell friend from foe. Ships darting around the blackness of space, trying to both dodge the mass of laser fire flying about while also trying to take down the enemy. Drawing on both the Force and his training, Kylo swept the battlefield like a wind of death, taking out Republic fighters by the dozen without much effort. Even with the intention of punishing the Republic for their ambush, Kylo made sure he kept at least the occasional glance at where Zyra was flying. He intended to let her fight her own fight, she had to learn. But just in case things got out of hand, he would be ready to assist.
Thread: [ the apprentice ] [ newblood x Niksis ]

The battle outside was equal parts chaotic and organized. Fighters intertwined in a deadly dogfight with massive canons and torpedoes flying past them as one massive Star Destroyer was figithing off several smaller frigates. To onlookers, the blackness of space was filled with a deadly web of laser fire in all kinds of color. One might even go as far as to call the spectacle 'Beautiful', if not Deadly and dangerous. The fight had been close to a stalemate, until Kylo and Zyra had joined the fray. Kylo was an expert pilot in his own right, with the Force on his side he had no equal. Zyra however, had surpised him. She was untrained and raw in the Force and had no piloting experience to speak of, that he knew of. Despite this, or perhaps because of this, she stood out to him. He knew not whether she was the pilot or the gunner of the ship she had snuck herself unto. But this ship outperformed most of the rest that had joined the battlefield. Kylo had returned to his flagship before the battle had ended fully. So when Zyra, in her freshly 'aquired' outfit exited from their fighter, a black mask was watching from a distance. Her pilot, and those of her group had not noticed the commander's stare. Instead, they all rushed over to Zyra and cheered. She was the rookie of the hour. Nice shooting, for a rookie. her pilot said with a smirk on his lips and a wink in his eyes. Those damn Reps, thinking themselves our equals. Pah, I spit on them. Another pilot said as she spat on the ground. It was clear that the pilots of The First Order thought themselves above those of the Republic and in asociation the rebellion. It was impossible to read the towering figures emotion through the armored helmet that he almost always wore. His body told even less. She was rewarded with a curt nod when she gave him a thumbs up. It was short, barely noticeable unless one was staring, which very few people in The First Order did staring at their Commander, that was. Just as the Commander turned to walk down the very same hallway Zyra and himself had travelled moments before, the squadron once more cheered out their success as one of them all but pulled at Zyra, their new ace-recruit. Let's go grab a drink! one of them said, eager to celebrate their victory. Kylo though, was walking back to his quaters with determined steps. It had been a rough couple of hours, evident by the still blaring alarms and red lights blinking. Signaling sealed off hallways and hull breaches. It would take some time to repair all of the damage done. Not one to rest on his laurels, Kylo was already planning a retaliation. With Zyra at the center of it all.