In Space Evenings Last Forever

[darkhaert]

Yuki'squa Sukinokousukke was in her panties and undershirt, again. It was her common ritualistic garment for when her willingness was low. Events like parties, shows, live orchestras, and missions needed her effort. Today, she could hardly care to find out whether Kahl'l Nhbel was inside her cruiser, or pursuing a soon-to-be-dead man. The week was very slow for her, too, sadly. No one needed her, and no one will probably will for the next week or so. Because of the lack of events she had to read a journal on Molecular Chemistry. She doesn't need other CARD researchers reminding her of the new discoveries of hormone inhibitors, or Allelopathic species of herbs. There were hardly any plays in the nearest galaxy, either.

The Hammer was as boring as she'd dreaded it to be for the past three days. She'd lasted longer than she thought. If only the AI on the ship was intelligent enough to have a decent conversation, then she wouldn't pick up another Medical Journal, exploring the fun sides of leprosy and treatment. "Hammer," she said. "Do I have any parties to attend to after next week?"

The AI responded quickly, like a human would, "No events listed after next week," It said. Then it commented: "At least you'll be free to do what you want Madam." She despised the AI's incapability to sense what she wanted, or what her mood was. What she wanted was to get away from the ship, not that she hated her home. She wished she could destroy the thing, but it was her only AI for the ship. The other AIs were for maintenance and defense. Why were machines not her thing? "Thank you, Hammer."

After an hour of arranging her library of important documents, The Hammer announced a ship heading for their direction. “It’s the—” “I know. It’s hard for me not to know who’s coming,” she interrupted. Exiting her library, she tried to look for the nearest servant droid. One appeared; apparently it was cleaning the window that gives a wide view of space. “Droid,” she said. “Yes, Madam,” it replied. “I need a something from my wardrobe.” She could have asked The Hammer to get what she wanted, but she couldn’t take anymore of it’s comments. “It’s in C block, third row. Montiverde, black, and transparent…” she should have used The Hammer, now the droid would take time to reach her wardrobe with those slow bipedal legs.

She waited in the watchroom of the hangar, waiting for him to dock. Naturally, she had her lightsaber with her. Wrapped behind her buttocks by her panties. She was still in her ritualistic garment of laziness. Although she wished she'd greet him with something more. He should have warned her, or given her a call before coming.

But formalities are not needed between them.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

Docking with yet another random ship of no consequence, it was as if any and every vessel were his for the taking. His presence was booming, and he made clear connection with whom he placed much responsibility. Every 'child' was to be reminded of his ever watchful eye, but this was different. He did not trust her however, and knew everything that he could about what direction his vengeance was taking form. Lacking trust was no significant trait between this man and any he surrounded himself with, but all the same she was ever the deceitful player he was; which was both beneficial as well as unsettling.

The Hammer welcomed the black robed figure that swayed with each step, and as the shrouded leader stepped to - his every movement expected reaction and notice. Stopping five paces out, black gloves lifted from within thick wide tattered sleeves to pull back the concealing hood. Sliding it back over the bald crown of fuzz and skin, Ledo's face revealed. Shadow ringed his eyes, as the straw gray beard protruded forward over his pursing lips of disapproval; or so he would make it seem. Ledo had to play the part for all of those in his presence. She... was no different.

"Sukinokousukke..." He sighed a flat tone of indifference, keeping a raised eye contact so as to pay no mind to her lack of attire.

 

[darkhaert]

She could have wore nothing, a bikini, a transparent one-piece, or even a string, nothing would distract Ledo. But, still, she wanted to wear that sleepwear that resembled closely of lingerie, for to see. It was recently bought, and her skin barely touched it, other than her palms. She hasn't worn it, and tonight (or was it morning?) was a good occasion.

Yuki'squa wanted to slap that face of his, something she had memorized in close detail, wished to slap him the hardest she could. "Idiot! Always follow protocols and tell me your confirmation number!" She heavily exhaled twice through her nose, and repressed the thought of slapping Ledo until she saw the dark rings on his eyes. Paranoid, as anyone in her position who had faked identities to serve her whims, she'd always needed confirmation access for those she had given her true identity to, and Ledo was one she trusted with her real face. But this protocol incident she'd ignored once was nothing new, like all the dozen times she'd ignored Ledo's unannounced visits, this was fairly common. Because she knows well the impulse that Ledo pumps to the universe, and it was hard to trick her with his being. "Hammer, prepare suite A5 east. I'll be having fish with some fiber appetizers. What will yo—" she stopped before finishing her question of what he might have wanted maintenance droid to cook for. "He'll have the usual, Hammer. Potatoes and any meat you have." Any meat meant randomly chosen meat, something her sadistic nature would enjoy by depriving him of his choice.

She only needed to move to and not explain to him to follow her to the room A5 east. He knows the room already as he'd visited the cruiser multiple times, but her leadership meant something. Or maybe meant nothing. When they ran across the servant droid it had her silhouette lingerie hanging by its arm. "Take him to room A5 east," she said and took her dress for tonight's (or today's) occasion.

A room closest to them was available for her to try out the new lingerie. It was appealing to watch herself, the blue haired girl, posing in front of the mirror, bending her hips and brushing her hair.

She bathed first, before rewearing the garments and entering the room. By then the food was served. Towards him she walked barefoot.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

Unsatisfied with food, Ledo sought the sweet refresh of vengeance. No lust in touch nor taste of appetite could ever gain notice while those out there still live. Ledo ate methodically, shifting around the food to finish the task before long; not a gentleman in any shape or form. He would not wait for his host to make pleasantries. Ledo wished to move on to business.

As she approached, Ledo paid little notice just as he had shrugged off her exotic and fiery welcome. Just as he had traveled here, so to did other locations require his presence. Ledo was the nomadic traveler, always working; scouting, training, and killing.

One hand upon a spread knee and the other working to complete the set meal, Ledo was growing impatient with his visit. Much was the cause of his displeasing nature, just as it was clear upon his face.

 

[darkhaert]

She ignored his demeanor and dove in bed forgetting her food. She slithered behind him and placed her hands over his shoulder. It was a short, loose fit, sleeveless, negligee with transparent black flowers she was wearing. And inside her nightgown was a new pair of panties. A bra was not needed for that night, nor a good perfume. Don't give me that sour look was what she wanted to say, but instead she gave him a massage.

"You're going to kill yourself if you carelessly move around like this," she said in the lowest of volume to his left ear. Her hands caressed his body all over. "Now. Where does it hurt?"

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

Shrugging off one of her hands with his crossing elbow to wipe his beard, Ledo did not enjoy being touched. What was worse, he carried little to no trust that this femme fatale held his interests foremost important in her tasks given. His history would explain his disgust for touch in such a manner, perhaps never fully understood by those of his acquaintance.

"Tch! You waste attention as if allotted no other tasks."

His tone was obvious discomfort; not of her, so much as any such contact. Though, specifically for her seeming lack of focus to his ambitions. Ledo stopped eating, still facing the half worked plate of mush.

"...I'd here more of your words ...be they about the successes of my 'children', Sukinokousukke."

 

[darkhaert]

When he wouldn't let her touch him, she lowered her hands just close enough to feel the warmth of his ears. A white light flowed out of her hands, then circled and glowed around his head and chest, and the force flowed throughout that space to rejuvenate damaged flesh, or stressed muscle. It was also for the purpose of calming him down, hoping that the rejuvenated flesh might feel refreshed, and would be reasonable, rather than emotional.

But while she covers him with force light, she whispered, through the force, You are tired, Ledo. Let Sukinokosukke handle any trivialities. Your children will not die this instant, and if they do, they are not worthy of your parenthood. Rest, Ledo.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

It felt ...odd. Ledo did not know what to make of it, but to see images of his past flash before him as if being stolen from memory. The horrors of light, the pains of those brethren Jedi, all felt trapped and encircling him as he dosed off in her hands. The room went blurry and Ledo's darkness and anger seemed encased in magic's shell. His body went limp and his head fell forward to smash into the plate of unfinished goo face first.

A dream would commence of the nightmare he once lived within Jedi's walls. Ganessa? What are you doing here?

...Master, I am here.

Yes... You must do as I have instructed and show the Council that in facing our darkness, we become Masters over all. Ignoring it only leads to further giving it power over ourselves. Now go! Face the darksiders with force and give them nothing. ...Return a power of Light over darkness, to truly put your emotions under your control!

...I will, Master. ...You ...You have done so much for me I...

It is alright. Return safely and all will be as it should.

...Thank you. ...........Y-Y-Y-YOU KILLED ME!!! R-R-R-RRRRAAAAAAGH!!

---

"Ptah!" Ledo lifted his head with a spit of breath, awoken from the dream.

 

[darkhaert]

Ledo had awaken in an empty room, but he was not entirely alone. "Your clothes, master," said Hammer, "are with madame Sukinokousukke. She's waiting in laboratory, Eastwing, E2." Her nightgown was at the end of the bed, and her food was left untouched. There was no clock around for anyone to know the time.

In Eastwing, Laboratory E2, Yuki'squa was watching over human slaves she'd kidnapped and bought. The slaves were on the otherside of the window. She wrote down notes on her lab-pad and hummed some part of Chopin's Nocturne, while staring at the slaves with great concentration. Some of them were children, and most of them don't know their captor. She wore a white lab coat and held Ledo's clothes on her arm.

"Madame. He's awake."

She looked at her watch, and returned to staring down the slaves. She waited for him.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

Ledo snapped up with escaped breath and a growing anger. Taking in the situation, he sat there realizing that he wore only a drapery of sorts; one simple tunic that compared to a torn cloth. Though his physical body had seen many years, his craft in the Darkside of the Force tainted his very tissue into a strange hue of a paleness that was tinted with a soft dark-green hue that showed near black at certain junctures such as his armpits, elbows, and knees. His muscles were toned with dark lines similar to the deceased, yet were filled with a plumpness of the living. His skin, however, rolled over with a looseness telling of his true age; despite looking much younger from the neck down.

He wasted no more time, throwing his feet out and before him to make way towards the unfavored woman and source of his current displeasure. Stepping quickly, his heels thumped upon the floor to follow the slap of bare skin. He would not deviate course to find other garments. He searched for his own clothes. Perhaps she had found out that he wore but one outfit and hardly slept, which led to few instances when he would take them off for cleaning. Such was of little concern to the many tasks Ledo sought before the final judgment of his endeavors.

Knowing exactly where to find the source of her signature, Ledo stormed over to Yuki huffing with an obvious unpleasant demeanor. He stopped just beside her, knowing full well that she knew exactly what he wanted; despite her holding stance in concentration towards the slaves. Ledo paid no attention to the slaves, only focusing on the layers of robes draped over her arm.

 

[darkhaert]

She felt Ledo beside her, but done nothing for the next few minutes. Checking her notes, writing important details about the slaves, and tapping her pen on the pad was her momentary occupation. Obviously, he was displeased about what she'd done. No matter what she'd do she'd end up on his bad side. But this was not his time, this was her time, and his time wasn't about an hour later. She flipped his clothes to her other arm, so he had to reach out more to get it, if he would ever reached for it.

"You're an hour early," she said. "But I'm glad you'd gotten your seven hours of sleep."

The slaves lost her attention, and now she stared at him to meet his eye, and at his abused body, and at his unhappy expression. She couldn't help but bite her lip and feel aroused at the sight of the demon who'd capable of catching her and taking her life. Her grip at his clothes tightened now, since she knows he's seven times stronger than her; yes, she'd calculated him and herself.

Her composure returned, and her solemn face nullified all tension. Their eyes were locked at each other.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

Their eyes stayed locked, but for a moment as he noticed her lip curl in for a bite. His eyes shifted back up, able to see his clothes without looking directly at them. He was near boiling point, infuriated at her continued lackadaisical attitude towards him. He wished for business, he wished for results; yet as he reached across her to her tightening hand, it could not help but wreak of flirtatiousness.

Their calm faces drew close, as his arm stretched over; his fingers sliding onto hers gently, his intimidating glare and presence of power not withheld would guide his steady hand. Hovering for a moment, it was as if he were about to engage all muscle and crush her effeminate hand to broken bone jutting from torn skin. Yet, instead of climaxing the moment's intensities, Ledo ripped the clothes down and into his possession as he turn away to face the window of slaves.

Ledo began clothing himself one layer at a time. "...I am always early! You should know this by now." Ledo put his feet through the leg openings. "I wonder. Would you simply flirt with death, or is there some purpose behind studying these slaves?" Ledo threw over the first layer upon his torso. "Do any even show promise?" He wrapped around another layer, and another; tying a waist wrap tightly as he had done exactly before since his days as a Jedi Padawan. "You must seek more timely additions to my arsenal, as well as those for the future." Ledo secured another belt around his waist. "I seek advancement of my powers, and my 'children's' powers!" He jerked on his boots, tying them tightly, and then his gloves. He then threw around his hooded robe, and then reached down for the final robe still waiting on the floor. ''I do not seek to better understand them, but use them to fulfill my desires!" He threw on the cloak, to complete the sinister image that is Ledo; then finally looked back to Yuki for the first time since he began clothing himself. His looks demanded answers, as his fervent tone willed results! Though he somehow knew that she would always play like the female that she was.

 

[darkhaert]

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She grinned a little when she imagined them, Ledo and herself, playing house. It was a cruel joke on everyone, and not even she could survive the madness, but the thought was hilarious for a moment. Dressing himself up like an indifferent husband would, while asking for more children or improvement of his current ones, was entertaining for her. His work was always important for him, and her needs wasn't always on the list. That would definitely work out as a twelve episode television series, she thought. But who would play the father, and the mother... and think of the children! So many—

"... but use them to fulfill my desires!" he said.

She nodded just to reassure him. Three-quarters of what he said was totally lost, but by now she already knew what he could have said. "I am" this, "you are" that, "my," "mine," "children," "Apostate," "Writhe," "more," and "power." Power had to be in every one of their conversations. She'd smell him a spy rightaway if the day ended with him not uttering the word.

Even if she were to ignore all of his questions and his answers and his statements she'll know the correct response. She moved closer to the glass window that allows only one side to view the other side of the room. "Do you see that girl. The one in the middle: one with bright fiery hair. She's afraid more than any other slave inside that room."

She smiled. "I could tell you something about her, and something more." She turned to face him, and removed her laboratory coat. To soil the good image she has as a scientist was one she couldn't compromise. She tugged on his clothes and kept her face down. "But you have to stay for dinner with me. I'll talk business after I've eaten."

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

Turning his head, he was on the edge of her words. Somehow, every time she spoke of furthering his goals, he believed her without question of her constant alterior motives and playing games; and this time, like all the others, he expected results. Disappointed once again.

As she tugged on a fold of his clothes, he snapped his head right and away in squirming tantrum. Yuki's scientific results were unmatched, otherwise Ledo would have killed her along with any other failed venture under his gaze; yet somehow she managed what others could not, as no matter his threats she did as she pleased.

Ledo snapped back, violently gripping her face and neck with overlapping palms squeezing the life from her pulsing veins. His lips parted, but to reveal the gnawing teeth of a feral beast. His nose wrinkled and his bottom lip quivered with anger at the tensing of his jaw and corresponding chin.

"You will tell me everything..." He whispered, though the words might as well be screamed through the Darkside with such a ferocity that was his intensity. He could crush the life from her if he so desired it, but he had much to take from her; though not the things she most desired to be taken.

"You will show me the prominence in reason for which you keep these useless slaves..." His tightened joints of knuckles and tendons shook with a bloodlust of willingness to end her life, yet the reason stemming from his attempts to hold back this dark desire. All others he'd have simply bashed in wounds of blood and bruises, yet he would have to play along if he were to gain his true desires further focused than all the rest.

"And you will find the means in which to instill further power of technique in your Master's hands, before they stain the floors red with the signature of your once wretched existence..."

Ledo was angry, yet to otherwise translate his rant and rage... he agreed. Releasing her jaw and neck, Ledo flailed away with the thrashing of his arms out and to his sides. He was more heated that he was unwilling to end her life, a fact that had otherwise escaped him. They would have their ridiculous dinner, and Ledo would have his ridiculous amounts of power as result! ...or she would die!

 

[darkhaert]

She wanted to respond sooner with her throat still inflamed from his grip. But her voice box was dry and her tongue could produce only so little saliva. Tears came out of her eyes, but those tears were anatomical conclusions of someone who was choked, and also the conclusion of pride broken. Nonetheless she possessed the will to respond fearlessly, after on the verge of death. "I've prepared us a room. Meet me at training cell Z block twenty. There's a nice wall sized window that I'd like us to use. Feel free to ask, Hammer, if you ever lose yourself."

She raised herself fast, pushing her arm against the floor, portraying a scene she remembered of a girl who was hurt by her father. The girl of the scene brushed off her skirt first, as Yuki'squa did too, and peeked at a nearby mirror to arrange her hair after her father had ruined it by his manly grip. But there was no nearby mirror in the room, only the glass separating two rooms, and the glass could barely register her and Ledo's reflection. Only the other side could see reflections. Only the slaves could see their reflection under the bright white light, not Yuki'squa.

The girl in the film responded with: This is the last time we'll ever be in one room. Yuki knew that line by heart since it was the pinnacle of the father and daughter relationship, and it was well writ despite its cheesiness, but her situation was different. Her situation was the real world, not some fictional construct that runs on the logic of emotion. It required something else, it required a bit of her, a bit of reality, and the logic of sociopaths. "Meet you there in thirty, cowboy," she said nonchalantly, and, a few seconds later, gave him a flying kiss.

She moved to her room, after neatly folding her coat , to get her dress. A droid passed her with a royal gown for men, for Ledo. He'd like it, she giggled. It had the same texture of color to his everyday clothing: dark and unflattering.

Her wardrobe had plenty that matched his gown, but she schemed for something that had red in it. Voila, she found it. A red dress with an angular cut on the right leg. After reattaching her accessories (Drugs and Acids), she slipped into the dress and found it far from uncomfortable. She posed in front of the long mirror and smiled. His palm print was still on her neck and chin when she further investigated her beauty. It didn't took long for it to subside, since she was a shapeshifter after all. Complexion was a minor intricacy.

She was already fifteen minutes late, but she found no reason to haste, other than his anger, which was not so convincing as of that moment. Nothing was convincing enough to wrinkle her dress if she ran. Ledo might hurt her again, which is something she'd gotten used to, but there's nothing she knows he can do to her that she fears; even death.

Before opening the slide door, she already knew what to expect of the room; she arranged it during his sleep. A single round glass table beside the wall sized window with two metal chairs, no flowers, and no computers. A small chubby candle would be flaming in the middle of the two seats, but the candle would be lit when the first person arrived. She hoped Ledo would have worn the robe to make the evening special.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

Probably to her surprise, possibly not, Ledo had already arrived and in the designated gown no less. His smushed frown almost carried the look of a smile. His hands folded behind his back, yet one reached to greet her. Ledo was playing the part, his true view and depiction of Yuki coming forth as he knew he must act accordingly in order to gain what he desired.

Ledo could whine and throw tantrum all he'd like, but Yuki was a species all her own; and Ledo so played somewhat pleased to see her. Yet as pleased as he seemed, more so were his thoughts dwelling on the outcome of tonight's conversation. Ledo knew all too well how this scientist produced such exquisite outcomes so favorable to Ledo's goals. He awaited explanation of such slaves, and all the more sought the means of his new-found power to come.

The candle was lit, and so did Ledo move to light Yuki's fire; as best as any would so willing to extinguish it. Part of Ledo's good behavior was credited to his outburst earlier, as any swelling of burning hatred always gave way to pleasant demeanor. The Darkside usually led to the curling of Ledo's insidious smile, and always to the toying power play of his talented tongue. Ledo wouldn't be surprised to learn of Yuki's seductress enjoyment of his earlier display, yet still he felt his meaning come across loud and clear. Just as he then showed his meaning with violence, now he would show his intent with tempered presence. The night was young, he knew it's outcome would be most beneficial. He only hoped for a quicker outcome, with fewer setbacks led by conditions and negotiations from the slippery Yuki.

 

[darkhaert]

She smiled when Ledo greeted her, then sank comfortably in her seat, and made sure the napkins were the right kind. A servant droid came to their table, and it was clear that this thing was their waiter. It wore a paint of black, brown, and white. It had no human face, just an arm, a speaker, and a listening device to hear their orders. It asked what they wanted, but Yuki was busy with her own thoughts. Thinking of something? It’s probably something not important. It pushed a menu in front of Ledo, but to Yuki there was none since she had used it a hundred times. All of the names of food written in that pad were her favorite; unless the AI added the food of the slaves. She already made the night later than it should. Pester him som'more? she thought. "I'll have fish," she said.

He was composed, she observed, and it would be no longer enjoyable to torment him. Her dress and his robe would also be ruined if they tangled. And the clear view of unrestricted space would waste if not used for an occasion like fine-dining. "The girl is a troublesome one," she declared between those moments of warm silence. "At first she was a nobody. Material for my alchemy, nothing that would interest you. Until I found something interesting— oh wait! Let me start at the beginning." She played with the napkin with her nails.

"You've known one of my work involved finding the pattern of force sensitivity in human populations, correct?" She didn't leave him time to answer. "Well, so far that research is still null. Finding a solid variable on human force sensitivity is nearly impossible. And I don't think I'm coming close." Her excitement about explaining her experiments or researches were always a habit she had. But she needed to hurry, since dates, or occasions, are always endeavors she takes seriously, and Ledo was kind enough to play along. "And whenever my catch of slaves on certain planets turns irrelevant to the research, I turn them into material. For alchemy. The point of the story is: when I was about to turn them into ingredients, the girl sent out a pulse. She was hiding from me all this time. She wasn't good at it, but I nearly sent her to be grounded. The force is within her... You might want her. I've played with her mind, and she showed me that her will is strong. Although, I'm not sure if you ever undertook raising little girls." she giggled.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

The sentence snapped at him, as he nearly answered to the contrary; taking seriously what was otherwise meant to poke at him still, even looking the part of her little tea party. Ledo had drowned out a large percent of the long monologue Yuki had trailed into, her voice gargling into muddied water beneath his interest and understanding. Yet still, Ledo's ears always perk at the sound of 'power'.

Rolling his eyes and squeezing tight the skin around his left eye and temple in tormented boredom and disapointment in her explanation, Ledo sighed with a twisting of his head. His free hand fell on top of the "waiter"-droid's head and, in his displeasure, began squeezing the tin can to crushed tin foil. Small sparks sputtered, but not much could escape his grasp as the Force consumed but the small area of the droid's head module beneath Ledo's now clenched fist. There was only so much 'house' he could play.

"...huhhhhh. I will not waste my time with such infant snot bubbles, when compared to the battle cries of pure power littering the galaxy." Ledo's eyes drifted down to the ridiculous robes set upon him before rising back to his usual sunken anger. "...as you waste my time with tales of useless information." Becoming of an unsatisfied warlord, Ledo's stomach growled at conclusion of his ranting tantrum. He was indeed hungry, yet became short of patience in this little house setting and hoped to instill a sense of urgency to Yuki's explanation of her time here.

 

[darkhaert]

Training cell Z block twenty is a large room meant for training multiple disciples. It could house nine small homes with its two specially made metal walls, and a blaster-proof wall-sized glass window that gives a great view of space. Opposite of the glass window is the slide door which Yuki'squa uses to enter the room. It is a simple room, other than its size, but inside its metal walls, metal floor, and metal ceiling are computer operated sentry guns that obey her command. If one were to look at them, they'd appear as if cats in a home. That's how enormous the space was, fitting for training force-sensitives.

The droid's head made a failing noise after it was crushed. Yuki'squa did not bother to face Ledo for his words were enough to express the moment's agitation. "Useless, eh," she said. Her hand was supporting her chin as she watched the droid head turn into junk. She played with a napkin while she confirms whether the droid could still operate. It could not. She used the force to blow the droid away from the room. It shot past the sliding door. "Hammer, you can delay our orders, but keep it warm." She stood up, and in her right hand appeared her lightsaber hilt. "You've got your sleep, so I assume I've done what I can. As for your desires, what can a humble disciple do to quench it?" She lit her lightsaber and it hissed alongside her pronunciation of "it."

She cautiously move backwards to attain space between them.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

"AHH!!!" Ledo spoke with relief from games and an expressed longevity in the moments heightened heat. As he stood to join her, his arm may or may not have intentionally lifted to blast back the table of metal and all of its dinner plans with a crunch of torn back metal from the Force. In its current state of the pop of aftermath, the table would look as a frozen wave curled back into the wall; tides ripples scrunched into its edges. And as all upon its surface had splashed out from the invisible energy, Ledo's arm fell back to his side with a spreading grin of sharp teethed malevolence.

Ledo stepped away from the wall with a lowering curl of his back, hunching but to lift the hairs on the back of his neck like the predator he is. And with a flicker of gold, a glitching image shown empty one second then clutching an extending beam of red; his right hand pointed down the lightsaber's tip almost into the floor.

"COME!! Serve your Master! ...And teach me the skills I yet lack!" With a swirl of his lightsaber, Ledo lifted around the beam for a downwards slice through a diagonal before him.