Mister Crowley

[Crim]

Ziost
Sith Temple​

The only sound welcoming Mariett to Ziost was the sound of her own footsteps and the sound of wind howling through an open window. No chatter, no footsteps from other pupils. Just her own. The Temple on Coruscant she'd been using to train had been different. There, in a place where people learned arcane Force powers and lightsaber combat, it still seemed livelier. A temple built in the ruins of a bombed city had more life to it than Ziost. This, combined with the architecture, created a sense of dread that inspired Mariett. It was... interesting.

"Pick up your weapon, Ankth," the Weequay Apprentice hissed. He stared at Mariett, his crimson lightsaber humming in his hands. It illuminated his eyes. It... suited him. Mariett's lightsaber was in the corner of the sparring chamber. To get to it, she'd have to go past the Weequay. Or use the Force to grab it and end the fight. The Weequay smiled. A very cocky smile. She'd known the Weequay. Heard of what he'd done to better himself, which was next to nothing. He had no business smiling at her. A triumphant grin stretched across his face. "What's the matter? Scared?" he asked, laughing a little. "You know, for someone who's always studying new ways to scare people, you sure-"

A tug on his left leg with the Force was all that she needed to catch him off balance. He feel down, hitting the ground hard and dropping his saber. He began to scramble for it before Mariett picked him up with the Force again, this time dragging his left leg high into the air. He was suspended with the Force, staring at Mariett, flailing his arms. "Let me go!" he screamed at her. His ugly face contorted into one of anger. Not fear. This was a crude way to teach someone humility, but anger ate away at the senses. Made her next move easier. She picked his lightsaber up and activated it.

"This saber is sloppy," she said as she unscrewed a vital component with the Force. She dropped him on the ground. He began to scamper away. He didn't even bother to use the Force in his defense. Catching up with him, she planted her forearm on his neck. With her other arm, clutching his lightsaber, she began beating his face with the hilt. She didn't like his face very much, but that stupid smirk needed to just... not happen. Ever.

This went on for about five minutes...

She had been assigned a new master after her old one had died in the Coruscant Temple bombing. What a pain. Still, she felt like that was a good move; the academy on Ziost seemed like a perfect fit for her. She'd been planning to switch out of the Coruscant Temple. She'd heard of a Sith Master looking for an apprentice. His own apprentice. She'd made sure she'd impress him, but there were plenty of other acolytes gunning for that position. She'd duel people for prestige, she'd make people panic, she'd threaten people.

She'd bash in a Weequay's face with his broken lightsaber hilt.

She wasn't exactly sure what she'd done to catch this Sith's attention. Maybe her sparring records, maybe her aptitude tests, maybe her psych eval. Still, her presence had been requested on Ziost by this Master and there she was.

Stepping into the assigned room, Mariett lowered her hood.

@Apollyon