Captured and Alone. (Ask)

[Joy Carleec]

((Not really training, but i had to do a prefix and i wasn't sure where else to post this thread))

Beneath a pace of walking feet, the occasional crunch of stone against stone would echo eerily far, causing the Rutian to cringe in anticipation of something jumping out behind some overbearing boulder or statue. Her big blue eyes locked on the scorched and ancient face of some long dead Sith Lord as she walked by, shuddering as if it was looking back on her with scorn.

Joy was left on a bleak, barren and red new (to her anyway) world. Her confidence shattered by the uncertainty of her future. Sure, she was always free spirited and faced whatever came at her - but this was a new, forced existance and one that typically was a death sentence for the weak or incapable. And she wasn't particularly versed in anything to do with lightsaber jockeys or their magic. Her hands remained tight and close to her body as she walked towards the various Temple-like structures ahead and fear flowed out her body like an old musk; likely disgusting to the more refined users of the dark side, however fear did have its place. It was thick and almost palpaple, but effective at concealing all other emotions within it, drowning her mind in a blanket of security. An interesting phenomenon, one might argue - if they were to notice it through their disgust.

Still, with luck the blue female would not encounter too much trouble here if she kept to herself and remained out of the way. She had even changed clothes from the bright whites to blacks on the ship so she can better fit in. This also left her lekku free of wraps, because she lacked anything comfortable or appropriate with the outfit. She had to think about her appearance. In her hand, a simple snub hold-out blaster was being juggled, if only for the comfortable sensation of having a weapon.

She was instructed that the Temple ahead would house and train her in many of the basics, but the Twi'lek doubted their genorosity to simply allow her to walk in and sign on the register. Why the heck did her.. Ugh.. 'Master'. Abandon her here anyway?!

 

[z234]

Teran breathed out deeply. His training had begun, at last. The Sith Academy shone like a beacon of hope above the grim sands of Korriban. Standing outside the entrance to the valley, Teran Mantisa lifted his hood up above his head, examining the statues and tombstone that lay almost solemnly around him. Sitting down on an eroded away stump of what had previously been a chair carved into the rock, he began meditating on recent events. Before he even shut his eyes, Teran noticed a small Twi'lek woman approaching the temple. It probably wasn't an acolyte's business anyway. He would resume his training soon, but continued watching the worried looking woman despite this.

 

[Joy Carleec]

Joy wasn't looking worried! She just looked stressed. Uneasy. Petrified. Gnarling her teeth. Smiling! Wide Eyed. Alert. And juggling a blaster that threatened to leap out of her hands if even the first thing were to speak to her! Pause aaaaand breathe. She stopped and took in more oxygen than her entire life leading up to this moment. Uh-oh. Dizzy. She wavered before pressing her hand against the rock next to some guy she hadn't even acknowledged. He must be a master of stealth. Suddenly she felt ill. Quite quickly she ducked behind the statue to rid her stomach of its contents...

She didn't want that meal anyway. It's just butterflies... And potato. Nothing to be worried about. Just meetin- She leapt out of her skin when she noticed the guy next to her. "holycrapwheredidyoucomefrom" blithered from her mouth as she lifted one leg and flailed her arms before catching her blaster and taking a step back to once again breath. "I mean. Hi." She cooly brushed her lekku back. And she was just a girl. No woman. Not yet anyway.

Smoooooth.

 

[z234]

Teran let out a little bit of a sigh. This was either an already established Sith testing him, or someone completely new to the academy. She didn't look like a Sith, or act like one either. On closer examination he would've considered her being a Jedi, but not a Sith. Although, a few weeks ago he wouldn't have looked like a Sith either. Anyway, that was besides the point now. He looked up at the girl, putting meditation on hold for now. He motioned towards the temple entrance briefly as he spoke.

"Hello. I assume you're here for the academy. Continue through the valley down towards that way. I will show you in, if you refrain from being sick on gravestones for the time being. Most likely there will be at least one master inside, maybe even my own." He gestured towards his saber, exposing it on his hip. "Who knows, maybe you will earn yourself one of these..."

 

[Joy Carleec]

She could already tell she was irritating him by that vocal breath he just made, which likely wasn't a good idea. Maybe he was some kind of master who just wanted to test if she was worthy? Had she failed already?! From a pack at her hip, she pulled out something to freshen her breath - gum of some description. She couldn't walk around with vomit breath, even on her first day of.. School? God she wanted to throw up again. Her eyes followed his gesture towards the building entry.

"Uh- okay." She answered uneasily at his proposition. Did evil doers frequently provide assistance to one another? Was that what being a Sith was like? The Evil League of Evilness? She's pretty sure there is a cartoon on the holonet about Sith being like that. "That was a grave?" She looked back at it. It was sufficiently.. Gravey.. Enough... She supposed. "Weren't you just sitting on said grave?" She inquired wittily before she spotted the lightsaber - asisted by his demonstration. "That would be neat. But not red - maybe something less hated." She suggested unhelpfully, perhaps not really realizing what it means to use a red lightsaber.