Dust to Dust (Ask)

[Okran]

Fayath turns her head towards the doorway, cocking it to the side ever so slightly, expression pointed directly at Jorath as if she was in fact staring right at him. With the bandaging that covers her eyes carefully concealed, she wasn't quite sure how the man had taken notice of the fact, but it really didn't matter. He had obviously figured it out somehow."I do not need eyes to see the failure of -your- Acolyte. Perhaps focus more on teach them something over worrying about what others can or cannot do, hmm?" she replies with a small smile. Though she would seem relatively unphased by the comment on the search, all she really wanted to do at this very moment, was to figure out how to make this little pebble float and shoot it at the man's eye, but sadly she was still struggling to figure out how.

Her attention would suddenly snap back around to dual progressing quite rapidly as the energy Lillieth expels dances through the air."Oh...Well that was quite lovely."she chuckles out as she waits to see the reaction her opponent would have from such a thing. A small sigh escapes the young lady as she rises to her feet, dusting herself off in the process. Her hands swing back behind her to interlock.

 

[Viabuck]

Fayath may not have needed eyes to see that his apprentice was operating like a failure but could she see the rather obscene hand gesture that the giant threw up in her direction, his hand being held up toward her without even paying her a glance, his middle finger being elevated. That was pretty much what he had to say in response to her little remark about what he was teaching and with that done, it was back to the 'fight' if he wanted to be generous and call it that. He knew that Lillieth had the situation under control, the problem of course came in how in control she may have been given the circumstances. He didn't want his student being maimed or fried as the case may have been.

Of course with the one liner of, "This may come as a shock to you...", being delivered, he couldn't help but think that the similarities between himself and his partner were growing greater by the day, almost finding it to be an interesting combination of unsettling and flattering.. But then there was force lightning being brought into play and for a moment, he considered the merits of a quick lesson regarding absorbing such electricity and using it to replenish a persons own reserves... And then he thought better of it.

Better to let his student suffer now for future lessons and to avoid future catastrophes like the one presently unfolding.

"I'd like him back in roughly the same condition you found him in, dear." he half teased, taking Lillieth's tendency to attach little quasi-affectionate names to his speech if only to tease the fact that she had made a one liner.. Even if it was better than nine tenths of the material that he dreamt up on a regular basis.

 

[Sterling Malory Archer]

If one were to rate pain on a scale of one to ten, with ten being the worst, being punched in the face would register about a three for the hulking Acolyte. Being struck with a training saber closer to a four. Painful, but still bareable. That being said... Force Lightning was on its own scale of pain. Nothing quite like having your central nervous system completely betray you and feeling every single fiber and sinew of your being frying. Crying out for it to just stop. Well, as the lightning struck Pauru his momentum ground to a disturbing halt. Muscles freezing in place as he fought just to keep his knees from buckling under the pressure.

The lightning was, thankfully, kept relatively short lived. Otherwise he would have much bigger problems to worry about than how Jorath would punish him. Like being a crispy corpse. Besides. This was his chance. His chance to counter.

If only his knees would listen to him and unlock. Whoops. Too late... He felt the blade impact his abdomen, sending a sharp pain through the lightning induced haze. On the upside? It provided him with some much needed clarity. Like a slap to the face to regain his attention. On the other? It was the final straw that broke the giant's back. His knees gave out on him and the acolyte dropped. Landing on all fours, lightsaber still defiantly clutched in one hand. His face pain wracked and grimmacing. However, despite it all... He seemed to be.

Smiling? Yeah, he was grinning like an angry idiot. Bone white teeth bared for all the world to see. He lifted his blue eyes to meet her and managed to snarl out (With just as much arrogance as before)

"Nice.... Hair...."

Did this boy have a deathwish?

 

[Asinine Soup]

Her hand smoking slightly, stinging as she lands upon the ground...Lillieth straightens her posture and peers down to the kneeling Acolyte that had - surprisingly - hadn't lost consciousness. He held as much promise as Jorath did, and for her?...This experience was rather enjoyable, seeing how far she came in the time she'd been upon Korriban. How long...had it been? So much traveling, not enough standard time clocks.

"Nice...Hair..." he murmurs on the ground through a grin.
Canting a head to the side, Lillieth smirks as well, pushing a tongue through the inside of her cheek as she gives a glimpse to the two individuals behind her. It were almost as though she's inviting them to share the joke, but alas, it was merely a drop of melodrama to top the movement her body extends afterward.

A sharp pivot sends a strong, swift kick intended to do battle with the downed Acolyte's jaw. Were it to connect, her heeled boots would likely take less pain than the man...though that doesn't mean he was invulnerable to the recoil. It was, by all means, a very strong kick - a gymnast's legs, after all.
"You've a lot to learn, princess." she chimes from above (hissing the final word), taking a few steps back and straightening a bit of her...disheveled, misshapen hair back into line, finalizing by tucking it behind her ear.

Up to Jorath she approaches, blinking up to him with a smirk and a small scar upon her lip being licked. "Congrats. You've got you a miniature 'you', Jor." He likely knew the inevitable handful he'd become.

Her attention, then, turns to Fayath down below. She approaches. "I felt you reaching out to the Force. Did you need help with anything?..." Her voice was considerably softer, given the two's history. They had each other's backs in the past, and given her limited skillset here on Korriban?...She felt she could use as much practice as she could. In fact?
"If you're Master-less, maybe I could...extend an offer for you to accompany me in your studies?"

She held a smirk, at this moment unknowing of quite the mess they would soon be getting into on Nar Shaddaa...

 

[Okran]

An audible gasp escapes the Miraluka in an overly dramatized fashion upon noticing the finger extended in her direction. "Oh no. How will I ever live with myself after receiving such an archaic and uncivilized gesture." she states with a small smirk. If she had eyes to do so, they would definitely be rolling at this point. She reaches out towards the pebble once more in hopes of sending it soaring through the air towards the massive figures single digit, though still nothing would seem to come from it. "How frustrating..." she would mumble to herself before taking notice of Lillieth advancing towards her.

Her smirk transitions into a slightly warmer expression, her head tilting to the side ever so slightly as she hears her out. Her head nods a couple times before her shoulders scrunch up. "I suppose that doesn't sound too bad. Will there be more caves involved." A quick chuckle escapes her as her attention drops back to the little pebble by her foot. "I was trying to figure out whatever it was you did at the bridge."

 

[Viabuck]

For a moment, Jorath considered the possibility of saying something back to the blind girl, continuing a series of child like exchanges until he exhausted himself of rude things to say. Instead however he would simply stand there, his broad arms folded over his chest, a dull expression on his face as he watched the final exchange between Lillieth and his apprentice. It certainly wasn't pretty but it wasn't any less than he expected in the end. The red haired Sith had grown as a fighter training against him and working alongside of him and the idea of his student who was in many regards a 'miniature him' making much ground against her seemed unlikely.

"It would seem... Unfortunately the boy guy is far less good looking, has none of my natural talent, and is far weaker than me... I do what I can for him though.." Jorath replied to Lillieth's comment, offering her a smile for a moment before turning back to his apprentice who was by this point likely in a fair amount of pain given the circumstances. He was certainly going to have to step up the boys training a bit if he was ever going to replicate Jorath's style of combat or have successes in his career similar to what he had... After all, the Crusader prided himself in dealing significant blows to the Duros and Gungan population, if he had his way, his apprentice would soon follow down that path.

"You hear that? Lil' just picked up an apprentice. For the sake of training that's now your rival. Right now I'm starting to wonder if she didn't get the better end of the stick when it comes down to it. I mean a blind girl has to be better than an apprentice who gets his ass beat and then continues to act arrogant. There's a line between confidence and not knowing when to shut up. Learn that line before -I- teach you next time.." he remarked sharply in Pauru's direction.

Unlike Ark, Jorath didn't believe in taking a gentle understanding approach to training his student. Ark had hoped to create something completely unlike anything Jorath could ever become and ultimately at times, the leeway he was granted weakened him. He had no intention of making similar mistakes with his own apprentice. His tutelage would be based upon excessive cruelty with a certain level of protectiveness that would hardly ever be seen by anyone but in the end? His apprentice stood to grow from it all..

"DODGE!"

In an instant Jorath would motion his hand to a rock on the ground, lifting it up and shooting the pebble to the space right between the smaller warrior's eyes, intending to strike him seemingly randomly with an attack that would be painful and annoying more so than actually being debilitating.

 

[Asinine Soup]

"At the bri--" Lillieth breaks her sentence, peering around for a moment. She'd almost forgotten about that experience, having had to lift Fayath from her certain doom utilizing the Force. She'd come a long way from practicing with weights and shots to actively train her application of utilizing the Force for telekinetic purposes.
"Ah...the bridge."

Blinking up once again, she peers to Jorath's unconscious student. Pity, that one, that he would have a student just like him...only leagues weaker, less skilled, and less applied background of violence, more likely than not.
"I say we take this to a more suitable grounds - one calming enough for you to concentrate. Hm?"

The redhead extends a hand down to the girl kneeling in meditation. She had a place in mind, and she grins at the thought of it. Few training grounds here had the necessary tools for training, and with these other training rooms being so public, she couldn't help but to feel...ingenuous. She didn't like that. She had passed her trials and tribulations to become a Crusader.
Now it was Fayath's turn, she figured.

Were Fayath to follow, the pair would happen through a few corridors before arriving to the Temple's several landing ports and docks, residing within one?
Jorath and Lillieth's ship.
"We have training weights on there," she says calmly, footstep after footstep leading to the entrance that slowly hisses open upon her proximity.

 

[Okran]

Shoulders arch up in a shrug as Fayath's hand rises to meet Lillieth's, hoisting up to her feet. She quickly dust herself off before turning towards the other woman, to follow upon their departure. "Have fun scrapping up your apprentice." she coos to Jorath as they pass the hulking male by. Whether he were to be joining them or not, she had no idea, though with the familiarity between the two crusaders, she could only assume he would show up.

The Miraluka's "gaze" wonders all around the academy as they make their way through, take notice of all manners of things going on through the walls, though as they come into the hanger, her attention would be dead set on the ship they were walking towards. "..Well isn't that impressive." she mumbles as she follows the woman to board."Here I was thinking you were just one of the ordinary sith wandering the halls, and here we are boarding, presumably, your ship." she adds with a small chuckle.

The mention of weights sees Fayath's head tilting to the side ever so slightly at the thought of how she would manage that."I couldn't even make so much as a tiny little pebble move, and no weights are being added to the equation? You must be one heck of a teacher." She laughs out as she follows the woman onto the ship.

 

[Viabuck]

Paying a brief glance to his unconscious would be apprentice, Jorath would linger there for a moment longer, pondering the idea of moving his student to somewhere a bit more secure to sleep off his... training. Opting not to however, as the two female Sith went to depart, he would follow, piecing together that the red head was intending to head off to their ship. While not entirely sure how he had any rights to claim partial ownership of it given that he had contributed nothing to the process besides doing a bit of the research and brainstorming for it, he did feel entitled to see who was and wasn't planning to board it and watch activities taking place upon it.

Pursuing the two to the entrance, he was admittedly interested to see what would become of Lillieth and her apprentice while he began to ponder upon his own Apprentice and when he would acquire another... Preferably one that didn't make itself such an easy target.

Listening in on the exchange between Fayth and Lillieth, he would crack a half smile, thinking back to his own efforts to master telekinesis. Figuring that he might be able to add the slightest bit of insight into the matter, he would fold his arms behind his back as they moved to board the E-9 as the ramp lowered revealing the rather vessel's rather luxurious interior once they got past the initial metal grating.

"It ultimately doesn't matter how big the object is.. Theoretically you should be able to lift me as readily as you would Lil'. What limits you is your perception.. Which as a blind girl shouldn't be that broad. It's nothing more than your own inhibitions limiting your ability. If you will the force to lift something, weight and size shouldn't factor all that much.." he explained, showing a rare display of insight as he led the way the way to the recently converted training facility aboard the vessel.

While he didn't necessarily believe that a person could move mountains if they perceived it, he figured the notion would at least help the Acolyte get started in terms of moving weights about.

 

[Asinine Soup]

"He has a point, in a way," Lillieth points out, peering back and giving Jorath a smile, "Although don't take it literally. Jor has more potential to lift with his muscles than with the Force," she teases, turning back as they made their way to the ship. Her aptitude with the Force and with her agility are what marked her advantages, and she bolstered her physical weakness with the pride that came within her strength and knowledge of the Force...

...long way to go, either way, though.

As the trio enter the ship, they would come across a meditation room where Lillieth would gesture for Fayath to take a seat. A few moments later, shots would be presented, the smallest seeming like nothing more than a pebble, or a marble.
"Don't worry," she says, smile prevalent within her tone, "we'll be starting off with this little shot first. It weighs less than gram, I'd imagine." Giving the item a flick into the air, catching it back within her palm, she peers over her shoulder to give Jorath a knowing glance, were he to remain there.

"I know you'd rather work on your lightsaber a bit more, but before you do, could you see if this thing came with a sound-player?...We could use some calming music."
Sith looking to be calm to get work down seemed like a paradoxical shift - no, not paradoxical, but contradictory to what the order stood for for the past millennium. Her own truths and conceptual glimpses into the Force combated what seemed to draw that Sith are just...inherently evil.
To her, this was false. She wouldn't give too much thought to it now, however, only seeking to smile in Fayath's direction and begin her instruction.

"Imagine a hand, for starters - a hand maybe just as big as yours, or maybe a little smaller. That hand is you guiding the Force to do your bidding. Mhm?...Reach out...and grasp this pebble with your metaphysical hand, darling."

Lillieth shared a kneeling spot on the ground close to Fayath, patiently waiting for her to begin.