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[Nevizkas]

The Jedi's quick reflexes after blinding Ciri helped reorient the motion of his body, as he moved to grapple the pureblood in turn. His strength was far behind her own and he quickly seized back control of his sword arm, striking back out horizontally towards Ciri with one arm hoping to block her blade in place.

Coiling with the force he telekinetically grabbed Cyu by the shoulder, rapidly hurtling her towards the nearby wall. Resist as she might, the petite woman buckled under the pressure and soon found her face clashing with the decor in an unflattering way before dropping back to the floor in pain.

Returning his attention back to Ciri, the master smiled while pulling back into a defensive posture long enough to monologue. "You're strong Sith, but not strong enough. Surrender your weapons and you may yet live." He'd wait and see for her response, partly hoping that she'd accept his offer so that he could quickly check on his apprentice, but also partly hoping that she'd refuse so he could properly provide her with a fitting end.

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[Ciri]

The Sith woman was severely frustrated after having lost her sight for a moment, but after repeated blinking, the colors and contrast came fading back in. Her teeth were still gritted as she readied her pose, mostly letting the Force guide her in terms of sight though.

From a distance, the Jedi was obviously not the aggressor though and so she gained some time to recover. These damn Jedi always loved to talk as well and so thanks to his stupidity though, the Sith would gain chance to end this properly. "Oh my...what a gracious offer Master Jedi", her reply was very scornful and she let out a mocking scoff.

Of course she knew he wouldn't let himself be provoked, but he was at least being generous enough to give them more time. Chirikyât slowly started circling him, signaling Cyu to move to her right as the Jedi's gaze quickly flicked to her. "Do you think you can still save your young one?", she asked, raising a brow and gathering the Force again.

"Well. I hate to disappoint, but I'll let you join him within the Force again". This time, she immediately casted a sign that let her reach out with the Force quickly, but instead of normal, invisible tendrils, pure darkness shot from her fingertips, so that actual, shadowy vines reached for him.

He'd be met with him in a split second and would not only have to fight off the grip, but the darkness that followed, giving Cyu the very opening she needed to engage again if she was at him quickly enough while Ciri called on the darkness within, continously amplifying the dread that lingered in the room.

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[Nevizkas]

The Jedi simply smiled at her response, his confidence was fueled by years of training and dedication to his craft. While he had hoped to gain their surrender, deep down the Jedi knew that the Sith were long lost to the darkness and its lure of power, unquenchable hunger, and misery. They were sick, in his mind, and his lightsaber was the cure.

Cyutadakyr had been knocked and thrown but she was far from ready to let this pompous prick get the last laugh, nor was she about ready to let Ciri enjoy the champagne of victory. Pulling herself up in complete silence, the huntress made her move.

The Jedi Master's watchful gaze held captive by Ciri's deceptive posturing, catching the start of her signing gave him just enough time to prepare as the hateful spikes of pure darkness erupted from the villainess herself. Simultaneously, with a free hand, the Jedi summoned a powerful force barrier between the pair to absorb her attack. Streams of energy poured against it with equal strength before dissipating off to each side as the two became engaged in a battle of the mind.

With the majority of his concentration being against defending himself from her attack, the simplest way to break her concentration was to keep it simple. With his weapon in hand, the Jedi swung under the barrier in an attempt to take the Sith's legs at the knees if she didn't respond in time.

Ciri would both sense and see the visceral power behind the Master's concentration. Beads of sweat formed and dripped as the strain of keeping up the defense and attempting an attack was taking its toll upon his body. The stare of confidence captured by the man seized in an instant before a familiar crimson glow tore threw his chest from behind suddenly.

Cyutadakyr stood triumphantly masked with a wicked grin, stealing Ciri's glory as the champion had done earlier to her.

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[Ciri]

The Jedi master turned out to be strong and it slightly began to annoy her. Not that she was one to turn down a good challenge, but this battle was going on for far too long and she finally intended to end it. He was a decent adversary, but in the end, she was still convinced she'd win as the battle of mind continued as there was one simply answer to what was more powerful: The Dark Side.

There was a reason why it was so alluring and that reason was unlimited power. If you opened yourself to it, you'd receive what it had to offer and by having it consume your humanity, all that remained was power, so he couldn't gain the upper hand regardless of his training. He was a force to be reckoned with, but slowly and steadily she could feel him crumble under her continous push.

Her lips slightly curled into a devilish smirk as she tore a first ripple into his barrier as he suddenly brought his blade to move and she had to act quickly to evade it, however even from a newly gained distance she continued. "You can't save yourself Jedi, just like you couldn't save your apprentice" she spat coldly, slightly grimacing under the heavy strain but the pain of exhaustion simply drove her further until suddenly, she was right inside his very mind.

For a split second, she felt triumph after her powerful attack, yet as he suddenly dissolved into a crimson hue, her features turned darker again. What remained of the body collapsed so that her gaze fell right on the pure blood, her lightsaber ignited and a wicked grin on the dark red lips.

Chirikyât stood where she was, unflinching as she met her gaze. "Reclaimed that kill, didn't you?", she stated flatly, her features so hard to read that Cyu wouldn't know whether she was approving, pissed or completely indifferent. "You've done well". She finally added, allowing her this short moment of praise as she had proven herself worthy for now.

The Force sensitive thief was still locked in with them and so Ciri finally ended his suffering with a quick flick of her hand that snapped its neck without warning, quite similar to the apprentice. Cyutadakyr wouldn't claim this one as well. "So the vermin is dead. Time to head for the crew. The pilot, we keep alive", she explained, deactivating her lightsaber before she nodded towards the airlock they had to open.

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[Nevizkas]

Whether Ciri approved of her actions was of no concern to the pureblood. Awash in the pleasures of combat its delirious delights, she smirked as the compliment was pried from her cold, still heart. Deactivating her own blade in turn, Cyu knew that their mission was only half done albeit with the more difficult portion completed.

Grappling the door with the force, she watched as the metal screeched in failing determination to resist. The civilians locked away complacently in the rooms behind them wouldn't even know their fates lay hand in hand with the Jedi's doom. Before them was a simple ride up to the control room, where most of the crew would be.

The foundation of their path was filled with bodies and blood, and soon this would increase. Tearing open the last remaining door between them and complete control of the ship, Cyutadakyr walked in smiling and spotting several crew and the remaining security. "Guns on the ground, or I'll kill you all." Of course, she said nothing about what Ciri might do, even if they complied.

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[Ciri]

With the annoying part over, Cyutadakyr and Chirikyât moved forward and towards the control room. Ciri picked up the Jedi's lightsabers and clipped them onto her belt, so that she was no adorned with four lightsaber hilt, knowing the two newest acquisitions could go through the miraculously beautiful process of bleeding and while she didn't wield sabers often, she knew she'd still enjoy twisting the crystals very nature.

For now though, they had to focus on bringing the ship officially under control and so she focused on the task at hand again, following the pureblood and walking in right after her as she adressed what remained of the crew. "You are now in our possession" she clarified, disclosing how they were considered their property as well now and before the first would be stupid enough to arm a weapon, pure darkness erupted from her fingertips and slowly drifted over to the frightened crew members.

"Your decision whether you'll try to resist". At once, they'd be grasped by a sudden fear that erupted at the most subconscious parts of their minds, but even if it was faint, they all slowly dropped their weapons and raised their hands. All they had to do was to secure the weapons, guide them towards the holding cells and lock them all up and they were good to go. The pilot and co-pilot they kept, as they were responsible for bringing them and the over 200 passengers far away from Tanaab and any jurisdiction that would pose an issue. As they were finally enroute to a desolate system, Chirikyât seeked the pureblood again. "So, free real estate was seized. Do you have use for a few of them yourself?".

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[Nevizkas]

It was annoyingly disappointing that the crew decided not to resist, at the very least she hoped the security would have the stones to try something. Alas, it was not to be, although she could sense that Ciri still got to have a little fun regardless. With a sneer, the pureblood eyed their new property in a demeaning manner.

"A use?" her face turned coy and playful all of a sudden. "Perhaps I'll sell some and enjoy the proceeds." No doubt they would afford her the ability to treat herself to something nice, something fun. But the real reason that the champion was after fresh blood was entirely separate and much more thrilling. Cyu's eyes bloomed with excitement as she plotted her next move aloud. "Of course, some may be required for my next....alchemical experiment."

Having recently come into the possession of some interesting texts and incomplete data, Cyutadakyr was keenly interested to explore it completely. Blood magicks were far behind her current capability, but through trial and error perhaps she could make something of the failures and prepare herself for the future. "And yourself?" the calm and soothing voice carried through the room as she wondered what kind of mysterious mischief the other mistress could muster.

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[Ciri]

The intimidating appearance of the Sith duo was apperently more than enough to prevent the other crew members from trying anything stupid and so without resistance, weapons were dropped and the new prisoner's contained. They'd make formidable slaves as well, Chirikyât was sure of it, and so she was actually quite satisfied with how this had all gone so far.

The young pureblood shared some ideas and something really rare occured: Ciri's interest was genuinely piqued after what she explained last as the Sith herself was rather interested in the alchemical arts. "I see", she plainly replied at first after all the work had been done as the ashen haired woman tilted her head a little.

"I intended the same. Fresh, frightened blood makes a good base". Especially the young ones...their pure thoughts offered so much potential to be corrupted. "The ship is tightly packed. We'll both be free to take whatever we desire". As payment, Cyutadakyr was obviously entitled to seize her portion. "Have you gathered experience with humans?", it was different than with beasts, as the sentients had their own will, but it was even more fun to break and twist it. Perhaps there paths would cross again after all...

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[Nevizkas]

The hopes and dreams of those aboard were too inconsequential for the two Sith to take heed. With the escort dead, the crew subdued and the slaves locked away there was very little for them to do but talk whilst the ship was redirected somewhere more appropriate for what they had planned. The ones that Cyu planned to sell into slavery would find themselves quite acquainted by Zygerrian whip, fulfilling her end of the bargain that had been struck earlier.

Of course, picking up small groups of slaves was insufficient to fuel her plans, but it was the small necessary first steps to fund the much larger, strides she planned to make.

"Not yet, no. But I do enjoy a challenge and well...I have plenty of canvases to figure it out." Cyu smirked. Ciri struck her as someone of a similar vein and potentially an unlikely ally or perhaps a future rival. There would be much fun to be had trying to figure that out along the way, and thus she held no reservations about making an offer right there and now. "Well, perhaps someday soon we can collaborate. And all going well, test our creations."

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[Ciri]

Chirikyât was rather pleased with the answer of her red-skinned, temporary ally as they seemed to share a passion right there. She was still young and apperently learning, but humans were new to her. Maybe not for long though. They'd reach the other system soon enough.

"I've made the experience that without guidance, alchemical succeses are rare as it's a true refined craft that demands precise execution and finesse", she wasn't lecturing, but basically telling her that sentients couldn't be cracked and alchemically altered accidentally. "Perhaps we can", she mused, pondering on her next words for a few moments while she studied her closely.

She seemed to understand what it meant to be Sith, from her perspective that was and perhaps this young mind could still be shaped to fit their ancient beliefs. "I'll offer you something and I'll only do it once. I could teach you. But you'd then refrain from claiming your reward here". It was knowledge against material wealth and there was only one answer in Ciri's mind, but the Sith had always been rather keen on mind games.

@Xorism

 

[Nevizkas]

Her fellow Sith continued to possess an aura of intrigue and fascinating darkness. The price of power was knowledge, and furthermore, exploiting one's knowledge in the pursuit of power. Cyu had barely experienced the raw power of alchemy and like a moth to a flame, was she ever drawn back to its warmth and glow.

Even with all the reading and research she had done since she knew deep down that there was a vast gulf between reading a dusty tome and having first-hand direct teaching on a subject matter as complex as this one was. If she ever wanted to reach her lofty dreams and goals, she would have to do whatever it took to reach out and take it for herself, no matter the cost.

But the risk, of course, was that Ciri was a charlatan and a fool. Perhaps she was powerful within the force but there was no guarantee that she possessed either the knowledge or the training that Cyu was after. Such was the risk of striking the bargain, but with a smile, the pureblood nodded. Cyutadakyr was willing to take that risk and explore the offer further if nothing else than to see what Ciri knew and didn't know.

And if it wasn't worth the price? Well. Cyu would simply have another canvas to use of course.

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