“Again.” Darth Kozen circled where his apprentice curled on the floor. Jaesa whimpered as she pushed herself onto her knees, blood dripping from her lip. The Sith watched her without pity, though it was clear that something weighed on her mind. Jaesa’s attacks were sloppy, her footwork weak, and saber form lackluster. Vette sat on a cargo crate swinging her legs while she watched the two spar. The Twi’lek perched somewhere during every match, though Kozen had yet to figure out why. “Come on, girl, get up!” Vette cheered Jaesa on from a safe distance away, offering Kozen a wink when he rolled his eyes. Jaesa stood and ignited her lightsaber again. Her eyes were bloodshot and her face bore the unmistakable tracks of tears. Kozen …show more content…
Vette scurried over to her friend, petting her hair while humming a low toon. The Twi’lek cast angry eyes on Kozen. “She’s frightened, can’t you see that?” Vette’s attention returned to Jaesa, her voice softening. “She dreams of her master’s death at night. How can she not, with you to replace him?” Kozen grabbed Vette by the arm, hauling her upright, and shoved her to towards the door. “Leave us.” While he tolerated her insubordination when it amused him, the Twi’lek knew when not to push his patience. With one more glance at her friend, Vette stomped from the room. The Sith lord paced back and forth before his apprentice, watching the way Jaesa shook, her hands curling and uncurling against the durasteel floor. “What are you, Jaesa Wilsaam?” “I don’t know, my lord,” she answered, keeping her eyes downcast. Darth Kozen threw out his hand, pinning the girl against the wall with the Force alone. He angled Jaesa's head so that he could look directly into her eyes. “What are you?” He asked again. Anger flashed across Jaesa’s face as she struggled against his hold on her. “I am lost.” Kozen snorted. “That is not good enough. You made a choice; what are you?” The Sith saw the moment when the answer occurred to Jaesa, felt the spike in her emotions, then the sudden drop off her heart rate. She squared her shoulders, attempted to stand tall even while
Za’zu looked over Zerdek once last time before bringing his fists up. He knew what was coming. The inevitable fight between them. Zerdek let out a small breath and did the same. He didn’t want to fight his friend, but he knew to gain his freedom, one of them would walk out the arena a winner, while the other was carried away in either a body bag or a stretcher. He mimicked Za’zu actions, getting ready for the bell to ring. As the moments pass, the loud ding of the bell echoes through Zerdek’s ears. He knows he has to make the first move to get the upper hand. He knows that Za’zu knows all his tricks and aces up his sleeve. He knows this is a fight they he might not be able to win, but he has to try. He needs his freedom. Za’zu comes in close,
“You can bet your ass I do,” Han had muttered spontaneously and he hastily extended his confirmation before the blasted kid could deprecate himself some more. Han didn’t want to hear a word of it. “But some of my blood clan is wanting you… to stay.”
replaced with a hate so deep she can see the fear burning from his eyes for the
She gripped Heswyn’s hands and guided her away from the marching demons. Heswyn already used to her mistress’s very hands on approach, didn’t yelp in surprise. Finding a nice shadowed corner Jhorlia checked if the coast was clear. “Heswyn, show me your chosen form, and
Audra stormed forward and stopped right in front of the nasty little woman. “What did you say to me?”
Luke rested his head in his hands and fixed his gaze towards the window. Jaylee laid her arms on the table and sighed. She was worried about him. This was the second time she had seen him with a black eye, and she didn't know how to react. He had already snapped at her once, and she didn't want him to snap at her again. Luke hadn't meant to snap on her, he was just highly annoyed and pissed off at that moment.
Elo elbows his sister. “Aw, come on, sis. It was awesome! It scared those heroes away real good!” he exclaims. “Right, Auri?”
Leia was ready to smack the smug look off her face. but she had a better idea. "frist off, I was forced to wear that damn outfit and if it 's any constellation, i choked the bastared to death with the chains to get away from him. The second i was able to I took the damn thing of and had it thrown in the insinuator."
The thought of someone else beating her to the emperor infuriated her. As she cold glares at the sleeping person, her folded her free hand into a tight fist and bite her bottom lip hard.
Taran hopped up and helped Veerah to her feet. “Let’s go to her. She won’t turn us away,” he said.
“I’m Luke and you. You are going to tell me what’s going on,” he said, grabbing her arm and walking her into a nearby alley way.
“You let this happen, Katinka. You let that man in the house. You let him do this to me.”
The girl was stunned when Hajime came back through her abundant dirty blond hair her red eyes stared at Hajime. Hajime got irritated with her lack of response. “Hey. Are you listening? If you are not going to talk, I’m leaving.” As he said that he turned heel. Surprised, she gathered herself and begun telling the reason for her sealing.
“Don’t.” The woman croaked. She was desperately fighting the urge to pass out. Maybe his wife? No matter. As the dagger plunged down, he saw her turn her head away.
“Is that necessary?” Noture yelled, sliding off his mount. Two Kelvians dismounted and grabbed his arms before he could reach Fanton. “Whatever she’s done, you’ve caught her.”