The Apprentice's choice. [TheMandii x ForeverM]

[ForeverMischievous]

Too long had it been. Too long, had the Galaxy at peace. Too long, had the Sith been invisible. Hiden away in the shadows, they had trained and waited, for just the right time to strike. But they where no were near their full strength anymore. The Jedi counsil had all but exterminated the thread of the Sith, leaving the Force in 'balance'. But there was no balance, without two weights. There was no force, without the Sith. And they where going to show this, once again. But this time, as the last many, they would go about it smart. Pick at the Trade Republic with tiny bites and clawings. And they would say, in history, that it started on that day.

The Jungle was silent, as the small group of Trade Republicans, made their way towards their destination. It was only a small walk through the jungle, before they'd reach the shuttle off planet, and towards the Republics main base on Coruscant, the the group was scarcely defended. Not even the wildlife in this area, promoted much of a threat. Yet again another babysitting, for the Chiss Jedi Apprentice in the group.
“We are glad, that they would send one of our own kind, to protect us on this day. We thank the Jedi council, again.” Said the low voice of the Chiss Ambassador. The Ambassador was the first to go meet the Republic Council, to speak of a spot for the Chiss Ascendancy. It had taken ages for the Chiss to realize, that they would probably have to join the Republicans, if they where to keep a stable economy.

The travels so far, had been fairly uneventful. Just as expected, the Wildlife stayed isolated off the trudged path, and the gentle weather had done nothing to weigh them down either. But neither had it done anything to warn them, of a nearby presence. Usually, the Jedi Apprentice would have been able to sense trouble, but the hunters stalking them, where designed to hunt Force users and left nothing to sense. Only complete silence surrounded the group. That, may have been the Jedi's first warning. But probably not enough, as the very first hiss' screamed through the jungle, and the first Trandosians showed, leaping down from trees, charging at the group with their spears and blasters.
“What's this! Jedi. Protect the Ambassadors!” Shouted the Head Trooper, kneeling down a few steps away from the Ambassador, sending a green beam through the chest of a Trandosian, who whimperingly dropped to the moist jungle dirt.
Several blaster shoots where fired the Ambassador's way, which the Jedi Apprentice would probably easily reflect, so soon a few Trandosians started running at the two, now throwing away their spears, instead pulling light sabres from their belts. One of them leapt into the air, sending a downwards slash towards the Apprentice, in an attempt to slice the buzzing red sword through her body, all whilst two others approached from her right.

 

[TheMandii]

Talia drew her lightsaber, bright violet and dual-sided, charging forth, deflecting the various projectiles, caring only for her mission. The Ambassador must not be compromised, she told herself. It was imperative to succeed, she thought. Especially because this particular "babysitting" mission involved one of her own kind.

Driven by her ingrained sense of 'duty', she felt her senses go on high alert.

The Trandosian that descended upon her from above was dealt with easily. She sent a force burst his way, sending him flying away, and was quick to engage with those already on the ground. She cut them down quickly and efficiently, determined to prove herself and complete her mission without fail.

Her attacks appeared cool and calculated, but inside, her rage was building high, threatening to overflow in her mind.

 

[ForeverMischievous]

The Trandosians attacking the Apprentice where easily dispatched of, clearly not meant to hunt Jedi with sheer skill. But it was their numbers, who posed a thread. And they seemed endless. Whenever one fell, another charged forth. And some of those who fell, even rose up again, as if blaster shots did little harm to them. Even then one who was force burst away, flew into a tree, dropped to the ground, hissed angrily a bit, and then charged back in to continue the fight.

The troopers defending the Ambassador, where quickly decreasing in number, and soon the Head Trooper was hit in the chest by a blaster, dropping to the ground with a painful groan. Soon, the Trandosians only had to focus on Talia, and all started converging on her spot, no longer firing blasters, knowing she'd be able to deflect their shots. Instead, around twenty of them drew Light sabers, whilst twice that amount drew their spears, slowly approaching. A force, even a Jedi Master would've had their trouble with. Their low hiss grew in strength, as they where getting near, but suddenly they all stopped, seemingly reacting to something they heard in their ear plug. They then took steps backwards, giving the Ambassador and her some space. The Ambassador was terrified, his eyes shooting back and forth between the Trandosians.
"Why did they stop? What's going on? What do they w.."

"Your head, Ambassador.. They want your head, because you have been a fool..." A feminine voice spoke from the jungle, seconds before a red female Twi'lek leaped from a tree, landing a few feet away from the Ambassador and the Jedi. As she gazed up, and her deep purple eyes came clear, her Sith markings did so as well a wide smirk upon her lips as she stared down the Apprentice.
"Tsk, tsk. The Jedi sent a little pet off to die for the Ambassador, did they? Well. This'll give e'm a message.. Hope your prepared for a sudden end in your Apprenticeship, Chiss..." She grinned, licking her lips as she held her hands out to each side, a light saber flying into each one, orange long beams buzzing out from them as they where spun around in the air, and then pointed out to each side as well as she crouched down.

A voice then buzzed inside Talia's mind, easily being penetrated by the sheer will of the perpetrator. "Your power, is no where near hers, if you keep hiding your wrath... Let it out. Show it. And attack her. Your wroth will unleash your potential."

 

[TheMandii]

Talia stepped back at first, closer to the ambassador as the Trandosians advanced. "I will guard you to my last breath!" She declared over the din.

As they backed off, she tensed, stepping forward again. She raised her dual-ended lightsaber, the bright purple light reflecting over her pale blue skin. "Tch... Fat chance!" She growled at the Twi'Lek.

The voice caressed her mind, making the pitch black hair on the back of her neck stand up and her skin crawl. Her blood red eyes narrowed. The voice was right... How else could she save the ambassador? How else could she ensure her own life in the process?

There was no other way but to let go of the tight reins she'd been trained so vigorously to hold over her emotions.

Suddenly, in a flurry of rage, Talia charged forth, slicing through the useless Trandosians, slicing a couple of them clean in half, and leapt high above the Red Twi'Lek, a blood-boiling battle cry erupting forth from her lips, filling the jungle around them and scattering the nearby wildlife. If she landed her attack, her lightsaber would pierce directly through the chest of the Twi'Lek.

 

[ForeverMischievous]

The purple eyes of the young Sith narrowed lightly, as she glared upon the Jedi. Her initial reaction to her threat, had sparked a certain disdain in the Sith's eyes. Clearly she did not approve of the snappy comeback, now tightening the grip of her sabres, turning them lightly in her hands. But then, the Jedi seemed to start channeling something, she certainly shouldn't be. She could feel the womans rage raise, seconds before she charged towards her. The Twi'lek then smirked lightly, whilst licking her lips. She knew what was going on. She could almost feel the pressence of her Master within the Jedi. She snickered lightly, following Talia's movement, as she prepared her sabres for a defensive stance.

But then as she felt the power peek, her eyes widened, and in the last second, she changed her mind, leaping to the side. And good riddence, for as Talia landed her strike, now hitting nothing but the ground, a wave of Force exploded around her, revealing the strength of her rage. The many years, nurtured and pampered like a royal Princess, never allowed to truely show her potential, had build up to a stage, where she could abuse it and turn it into power. However, a power without balance.

"Goood.. Your rage is strong. However, had your opponent been much more keen then this youngling, your existence could've been ended right there. You must channel your rage into more then power. Balance. Elegance. That is the mistakes of the Sith. Continue. Show me more."

The voice sound almost demanding in it's whispering tone, as it hissed through her mind. The young Twi'lek had been thrown through the air by the force wave, yet had still landed on her feet, but crouched down with one hand upon the ground, her eyes narrowed towards her Chiss adversary.
"Hah. Pure rage won't take me down, Chiss!" She snapped at Talia, before she sprinted towards the Jedi apprentice, swipeing her right hand lightsabre at the others waist, immediately swipeing the left upwards afterwards, giving Talia no chances at countering, as she continued to swipe, only letting the other block and parry at this time.

"Flow with her strikes. Know them, before they happen. Be the oxygen, that flows around them. That is what you've learned. The way of the Jedi. But you need to be more. You need to find your opponents weakness. What, is a cocky young Sith's greatest weakness? It's pride..." The voice questioned, and answered in one.

 

[TheMandii]

Her blood-colored eyes narrowed, but she lavished in the sheer electric feeling that coursed through her as the force shifted around her body. She hadn't felt this way in a long time, and it was most satisfying.

Before she knew it, she was moving swiftly and fluidly, deflecting and dodging the annoying Twi'Lek's quick and constant attacks. Eventually she figured out her new enemy's patterns, and adapted to them accordingly. That voice, smooth and inviting and strong caressed her mind again. It was irresistible. It was intoxicating--it was everything she'd been missing these last few years.

"You're awfully predictable, Twi'Lek..." She smirked at the Sith. "Where'd you learn those moves? My grandmother??"

Balance. Elegance. The voice was right. She focused more, embracing the rage she felt towards this foolish bitch, but also controlling it enough that it didn't blind her.