Lady Roma's Training

[Mother Chucker]

Lady Roma had never taken a liking to temples, large open places of worship. Maybe it was odd reminder of that day, it caused her pain to be around such areas that even resembled an opera. Though she always picked an area that caused her the most discomfort, for pain was the way of the force non - the - less. She had lead herself to an auditorium, that sat off the west wing of the temple. The ceiling must have been at least sixty feet-high, large circular arches carved into pale stone like butter. PAle, like the skin upon her form.

Though there was a pain about the place, the stage arrayed a variety of torture equipment, amongst them an "iron maiden" where a victim was placed body strapped vertically unable to move. Like a coffin with large spikes built on both sides, then you simply put the pieces back together and impale the subject, now only able to see their eyes.

Roma smiled, parting her plum glossed lips aside. Tossing the bantha weave cloak away, the material falling and crumbling upon the ground-- it did. Out pop light golden locked hair, every contour of her seductive body could be seen through the tight mesh of black material she wore upon her skin. Blue eyes darted around the room. Back to the iron maiden, I wonder how it feels, the pain must be quite overwhelming. Roma smiled again at the thought letting off a sore laugh. Now where is my trainer......

"Come out, Come out, where ever you are...."

Roma muttered to herself, in almost a sarcastic tone.

The digits of her right hand clasping the hilt of her lightsaber almost instantly. Twisting it from her belt the bright red blade activating with an instantiate hum. Giving the now surrounding area an errie crimson glow, she paced, she watched, she waited...​

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

The skeletal form walked, cloak and robes covering his body. he was pale with various black drawigs over his body, and bones decorated his robes. At his side a silver cylinder, his lightsaber, hung. He walked with long strides, giving his form the illusion that he was floating.

Mortificar stopped about halfway across the stage and simply watched his new apprentice, his eyes going over her studying her. Not a single look of lust passed through his face, it was almost like he was reading her somehow...learning.

 

[Mother Chucker]

Stopped suddenly, the malevolent form, a silhouette of night assembled from the shadows. 'This must be him' she thought turning towards him, the hum of her lightsaber carrying on with her stride. Her smile almost mocked his appearance, she was the candy of everyone's eyes. Though empathetic as she was, there was no unusual emotions emanating from this being. It was strange, his very presence stroke her intrigue, was this the man she had been waiting for all her life. Roma couldn't help but bite her lip as she stopped some feet from him.

"Master Mortificar, I have read much about you. It is truely a misery to meet you in person. Are you going to make me beg? I have read so much about you Bogan, that you fight almost opposite of the Jedi... I hate them, can you teach me to destroy them? Can you give me the power to exterminate their kind!?!"

Her look of confidence and utter arrogance, shifted to that of confusion, then pure rage. The muscles in her face contorted, her brow shot down. She bit her lip so hard--white teeth drew blood. It was obvious, the youth was tense and very determined. Then she hid her face momentarily... Before shooting a glare back at him, at almost a bipolar fashion.

"I will not fail! I will not fail! I will not fail..... Teach me.... To kill the ones I hate..."

She stood, teeth gritted and hand clinched upon her activated lightsaber. She did not care, if he was to strike her down, then it was all to end here anyways, but she could not come off as weak. ​

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

He reached out a hand from within a cloak. A smile of crooked, sharp teeth greeted her, he paused as though to shake her hand, then his hand turned into a fist. He used the force to close her windpipe, choking her and lifting her up into the air and threw her back. It was a symbolic act, though few would understand. He was, knocking her off her high horse in a metaphoric sort of way.

His smile held, and he let out a cackle of a laugh, then he was gone, when next he appeared he was far away, at the back of the auditorium leaning against one of the stone arches still with that smile upon his face. Far to far to have moved all the way there, even with force speed, in such a short time. For this, he offered no explanation. Simply looked at the girl, waiting for her reaction to see what she took of his actions. That same look, head turned crooked like he was studying her. Even from that far away as though she were a butterfly mere inches away pinned to a board. Upon display for everyone but still, very much dead. There was a grim amusement to this look, a morbid fascination obviously held.

 

[Mother Chucker]

Roma was of course caught by surprise-- yet his power mesmerized her insides. It was almost erotic, being choked by a force unknown, though soon her eroticizes turned to rage. She was thrown knocking hard into the far wall, the concrete blistered her skin, the hard material broke and gave way to her form. Wrapping herself in the force simultaneously helped cushion the blow, it saved her from broken bones-- though not from the sharp pain that pin cushioned her back.

"You bastard! How dare you!"

Was all she could summon from her lungs before, connecting with the inanimate wall.

Her eyes narrowed, her soul sharpened. Her fist shook wildly, slapping forward and admitting a great burst of white lightning that crackled forth towards his form. Then with unnatural reflexes she shot towards him lightsaber in hand, force jumping from the amphitheater stage and into the air-- closing the ground between them quickly. Fueled by the force and fueled by her rage, she wanted to strike him down-- and end him.

This youth, was resilient, reck- less and hard-headed would have been a better form of description.​

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

"Mmm...yes....anger...good that you have it...good that you use it...." he whispered. "Bad that you don't channel it productively...." He put out a hand and the lightening caught on his palm, and was then redirected towards her. he was no assassin or marauder. The force was his weapon, a lightsaber when needed. It was foolish, in his mind, for her to try and use his own weapon against him. She was now running at high speeds towards her own burst of force lightening. Poor girl... he thought sarcastically.

He had just started his fun. If she lasted through this first encounter he would actually teach her something...yes...that is what he was after all. An instructor...a scholar...a twisted and demented scholar...but a scholar none the less. Still though, the poor girl wanted to kill him. Silly thing...silly silly...

 

[Mother Chucker]

Yet another surprising revelation had occurred, never had she seen one manipulate a deform the power of the darkside in such a manner. Though it was a maneuver she was prepared for, for her mother had told her of such things frequently--she had also taught her how to defend herself against such a counter. With only moments, no seconds, to react-- Roma did so. Moving her lightsaber forwards towards her adversary, her attack turned from chop into thrust, pulling the attack completely off had higher risks-- which forced her into actrion. A maneuver that would almost replicate the art of Spanish rapier combat.

A normal saber would have put her in such close proximity to the threat of shock or dismemberment, though Roma held no ordinary lightsaber. So with the flick of a switch-- a maneuver that could have been done at the blink of an eye-- the blades length shot forwards at incredible speed. Elongated to a staggering three meters, the barrier would not only block the barrage yet also redirect it. The saber would increase in length aimed on skewering her opponent, forcing him to draw his blade or be impaled.​

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

"Good...good...concentration finally. I have your attention then." and with that he used the force to flick off her lightsaber, sidestepping her moving body with a speed that betrayed his bodily figure ending up behind her. "Your first lesson will be in sheilding techniques. All about offense, no defense. Shame shame...what a waste. But we'll change that...oh yes."

"Now, tell me what all you've learned from this encounter." He asks curiously.

 

[Mother Chucker]

Stopped abruptly coming to a full squat upon the ground. The every contour of her body tightened through the leather mesh then slowly unraveled some as she came to a stand---with him still behind her. She could feel his breath upon the back of her neck, that sent an involuntary shiver up her spine. She did not turn, it was obvious he was faster than she was-- even with the force fueling her bodily movements.

"To never underestimate my opponents, take the defensive when necessary and to hate ever bit of it..."

Her plum colored lips formed into a smile as she took a step backwards moving her body closer to his.

"And to take every opportunity to your advantage even when it seems that all is completely lost."


There she finished with a spill of seduction upon her lips that almost made her giggle. Though he was powerful he was still a man. With that she turned around now directly facing him. Peering into deep canyon of hate and despair. She wondered what his blood tasted like, what knowledge she would learn from him, and what power she could eventually take! She had read the files, how apprentices had so willing subjected themselves to their teachers. It was weakness, one must be beaten, she could not have even brought herself to submit to someone of less power. But he was magnificent, the man she had been searching for all her life. The one who would show her how too destroy the ones she hated.

"I will do whatever it takes.... To destroy my enemies, to take what knowledge I can.. Master..."

Then she knelt respectfully there before him, inches from him. Awaiting his response.​

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

"Good Roma...I'm glad we have an...understanding." He says quietly. His voice coming from all directions, as it does when he's not talking to himself, but to others, his lips didn't move...or did they? Some odd trick of the light perhaps. The effect however was unsettling. One didn't have to yell and knock things about to get someones attention. Merely speak quietly with the right flair...

"Now..." He says turning slowly, the proximity of her body to his showing little effect. He might be a man, but he rarely thought of such things these days. He walked to the stage, slowly in long strides, giving the appearance that he was floating on mist or some other. "Tell me how the bogan came to be. Show me what you know so I can know what you do and do not understand."

 

[Mother Chucker]

Pulling back from memory, all the readying and studying she had done. Roma decided to come up with the best summary of the Bogans history as she could. She smiled, her expression hidden beneath bangs of silky hair. As plum colored lips part to speak.

"We were once part of the Jedi Order, we fled from certain death.
It was on Conscio,we found something--- a relic. The author just happened to be the first Dark Jedi, Xendor. Ten years we recruited and trained, strengthening our powers in the darkside. After our own scism, we slaughtered the purged the weak from our sight, we brought the order to common ground so to speak.... Then it was off to another place, high in the Andobi Mountains, well here.. The exact opposite of the Jedi Order. This order is very premature, we have existed for merely twenty years. Though everything must have a beginning just as everything must have an end..."

Unmoving, there was no reason to move, she felt comfortable on her knees. He was far from here, she could hear his voice as if it drifted to each side of the room. The amphitheater was a good choice, she thought. Lifting her head up slowly---her eyes twinkled like sapphires. She watched him with an eager curiosity, he was a very strange man. That brought a chuckle to her lips, though she kept it in her mind. This was going to be fun, fun indeed.​

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

"Is that all you have to answer that question with?" He asked curiously looking at the iron maiden, his voice sounded distracted. "If I wanted to hear that I'd ask a holodisk. I want to know your insight actions are lessons, no matter how trivial or how massive. Try again, but think on my words first."

He brought out a hand and waived open the iron maiden. A body fell out, long dead but still squishy. He chuckled slightly looking at his previous apprentice. "Ah...hmm thought I cleaned that out. You see. I have little patience...but enough before I start rambling again..." He brough the body up and set it afire with his mind watching the body turn to smoldering ash then with a wave of the force blew it away somewhere off stage spreading it thin as a dust across the floor.

 

[Mother Chucker]

She was bemused by his gesture, and almost broke out into trivial laughter as he rambled on about something else--- just as he set fire to what she assumed was his late apprentice. Her mind ticked different from others, that was for certain. For now she kept her giggling to herself, no need to anger the dangerous man prematurely. 'At least until I get my point accross she thought' Plum lips curved, deliciously, she smiled.

"Well what do I think personally?"

She giggled, this time it couldn't have been helped.

"I find the Bogan weak, personally. In the beginning we fled like cowards, our bloodline is tainted with that of the Jedi. Why are we even connected to them! That history should have burned from our books long ago. Why are there so many of us? Like hungery dogs crowded all together, how long do you truely expect this band to hold unified. Before we are fighting amongst ourselves, tearing each other limb from limb. Though my mother would have thought differently."

She exhaled deeply, taking a step forwards and running a hand over her breast.

"Now on the other hand, there is much I do not know. So I am willing to put up with such indifferences. I just cannot see this whole thing running so smooth, call me a politician, you know, my father was a senator. He hammered ideologies like these into my mind on a constant basis, however boring they would have seemed."

The ashes floated like flowers, they glided on an invisible wind to the outstretched palm of her hand only to be blown away by hot breath, between plump lips.

"I could care less about the Bogan and their goals....I crave power like yours, I want it ... that is all ... master"​

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

"Ah you care not about the bogan?" He says heading towards the door out of the room. "Then leave, you're foolish and I'll not train one who doesn't wish to be here." he headed out the door and down the hallway.

 

[Mother Chucker]

She followed him silently even though he had dismissed her, she was a very resileant youth. Some might say, though she had made her point and had not expected such a reaction. She called out to him none the less.

"Master, yet one as powerful as you must understand. I spoke through my passion, is it not part of our code. No serenity, only passion., attachments make you weak, that was how I was taught. No harmony, only chaos, that is why I see are unity as a futile expanse, this harmony we share can only last so long... You must see this! One must be fully enveloped by the darkside. By their lust for power, if they are ever to find their true potential. I have chosen my reservoir of hate, that which I can channel my rage from! Are you only a pawn in this galactic game of chess! I thought you different! I know your the man I have been searching for all my life! I know it! I recognized your face the first time I saw you though we have never met! Explain that master!"

Her words were spoken in a heat of passion, might he turn and strike her down. She stopped now, blood shot eyes staring down the corridor towards the man as he walk away. Sweat beat down her forehead in-between gasps of stale air, she could not let this man leave. Her could not leave, rage boiled her insides, her fists clenched until her nails dug their way into her palms. The shaking, the trembling, the lust and the pure hatred of this game began to overwhelm her.

Like a power she had never felt before, the darkside emanated off of her being. If one was to study her force signature you could only compare it that of a bomb about to go off--- at any moment. Like a thermal detonator that had already been activated. An uncontrolled and overwhelming, power that was involuntarily triggered by necessity.

The hallway began to shake, loose stone fell from the ceiling, like tremor which promised to bring the walls down around her.

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

"Me a pawn?" He laughed, watching the walls shake. He stopped and turned. "See what your passion is good for? You're about to bring this place down, killing yourself in the process. Then what will you do? You'll rot. You'll grow cold and you'll rot. Which is exactly why you speak of that which you have no understanding of. Certainly you know the code. But you have no understanding and without that understanding you are weaker than if you had no passion. Attatchment makes you weak, however one can not hope to have any real power alone. You could be the most powerful force user on the planet, and without others to do your bidding what good does it bring? Foolish girl coming here. Running at me and yelling the code to me? To me?" He laughed. "I've studied the force since before you were born little girl. Don't attempt to tell me it's merits and workings. Now go ahead and throw a tantrum like a child. Bring the walls caving in around you if that will make you feel better. You'll die and I'll still be where I've been the entire time, in our libraries studying, far from this place."

And with that the force double vanished. It was done slowly in a way that would show that he did not simply become invisable. His voice echoed out as the last of the double disappeared. "Passion is only useful if you wield it otherwise you'll be lead to a quick death."

 

[Mother Chucker]

She wanted to kill him, she hated him, though only because his words were true. The walls crumbled and fell she did not care. Stones unhinged themselves collapseing in a heap all around her. Her master has disseapered leaving her to her fate, though she could not stop that which she had already begun, that was true, for what power she had, in this state it was hard to control. The corridor became vacant except for a ruin of stones, now actively a barrier to the main entrance of the auditorium. Was she dead, Roma felt so cold but she could see nothing? She could hear nothing.....

"Forgive me... Father...."

She muttered, some time pass until she had figured out that she was not crushed in the collapse. But worse now she was trapped, under a heap of rubble and rocks. Several times she tried using the force to move a boulder or two, yet ever time she threatened to bring the entire pile down on top of her at once. Hopelessness had set in, several hours passed, she began to think and formulate a plan. "You'll grow cold and you'll rot."

She repeated to herself several times, it brought a new feeling to her. The mere mention of it brought fear, it brought determination.

Roma knelt there within the darkness barely enough room above her head; she closed her eyes and concentrated on that phrase. There she knelt; time had no meaning to her, as she fell into deep mediation.

'But you have no understanding and without that understanding you are weaker than if you had no passion.'

She thought on that point, her concentration deepened, her connection to the force strengthened. Nearly five days had past, Roma had lost her sense of hunger, of simple emotions. The darkness enveloped her, it became apart of her. She had loss a sense of her surroundings, though something had told her to open her eyes.

That was when torchlight hit her sensitive eyes, the tons of ceiling and finely carved stone that covered her form, encased her in an impenetrable barrier floated there before as if in the recesses of space. They turned on their own as if caught in-between time, had she done this? She wondered, a hand outstretches digits prodding ones rough surface, sending it gliding through the air as if the laws of gravity had no effect upon it.

She felt weak, physically and mentally drained. Though for whatever reason she was free, somehow she was free, clearing the area completely her clothes were filthy. She smelled of dust and sweat, yet for some odd reason she did not care. Soon as she had made her down the corridor now far away from the danger of being crushed the tons of rock collapsed back onto their original positions.

She winded the hallways, until she had found the libary he had spoke of before he had left. Though she could not see him, she was sure that he was there. Upon entering the room Roma knelt, quietly, she wanted to collapse upon the ground, yet she fought the urge.

"You were right, I am only a foolish little girl. It was wrong of me to question my obvious superior.. I drifted in the darkness for many nights...Somehow I managed to lift the rocks away from me, im not sure how I did it, I do not know how long they were unbarricaded. I meditated; I thought and concentrated upon what you had said. I grew cold without you, I need the Bogan, I need you... Master please punish me for my insolence and if you see it fit, teach me the ways of the Bogan."

She meant ever word she had said.​

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

He smiled. "Then you learned your first lesson...that's good. You're the first to understand that...as you might have heard I have a poor track record with my pupils." He said. He reached out a hand having appeared from one of the many rows of manuscripts, and directed a bottle of water to her.

"Arrogance is earned, and knowledge is understood otherwise it's merely words." He said almost cheerfully, though there was as always the melancholy look on his face.

"Now my apprentice, come I'll give you propper robes if you need and food. Then I'll explain what happened to you in your tomb...Oh yes...yes I was watching. Not always, but I was curious. I had expected you to either crush yourself or calm yourself and come to me...both show you learned nothing of course. But you..." He paused offering her the breifest of smiles of his fanged teeth "...you far surpassed my expectations. And for that, I will take you on as my apprentice."

 

[Mother Chucker]

She did not move, though her eyes found the bottle that couriously floated her way. Eagerly she grasped it, uncorked drank until its contents were completely empty. It had been nearly five days since she had last had a drop of any liquid. It seems all she had was the force, she was surprised that he had forgave her and took her on as his apprentice. '

'What had he ment by how she had far surpassed his expectations?'

She followed him as directed, changing into whatever robes he had prepared for her. Then consuming the food that was there as well, it was not much but enough, to keep her going. Though she ate fast eager to hear what her master had to say.

"I thank you master, never will I fall so far from the path as I did once again. It was foolish, I am eager to hear what you have to say master."

She had to show some respect, though she had not expected this reaction out of him.

"You were watching me you said..."

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

"Indeed I was watching you. Your will to live is what got you out of the situation. Good. Strong. You didn't give up." He said nodding, turning back to one of the manuscripts and picking it up.

"There is a story about one of us. Followers of the darkside that is." He says nodding. "He went out into the galaxy, and found this new truth. Passion can be used for controling the force. But this could not be, he thought. But he found it so as do we all. He wrapped himself in his passions and slowly he left alone all. First the order to which he belonged. Then those that served him and had similar ideals. In his quest for power he shut out all those who he needed most to carry out his plans. In the end all his raw passion was useless. He could not understand why though, that he found himself alone, wanted by the jedi, by those who once served him and of course by the republic."

He paused setting the scroll back in it's space. Apparently happy that it was in the right place. "In the end he got angry at himself. And because he could not wield that which made him strong he killed himself. Just as you nearly did. Consider yourself very lucky little one. That force user in the story lived out his entire life and never learned what you did. In the end his passion wielded him, showing us that he was weaker even than the jedi who at least know they are unable to do that which a truly disciplined mind can. I have not had a pupil who was disciplined before hand to be able to learn what I have to teach. All willing to tell me what the code means. That I am wrong...they all serve now as sand in the desert. Or are broken, insane and unable to control the force wandering this planet. You learned...it wasn't what I wanted in a pupil. I wanted one that already understood...but you learned. Something far harder to do with me around trying to figure out what you understand...I assure you."

He sat down and locked his fingers together, his eyes passing over her. Not in a lecherous way. More as though he was studying her. Sizing her up. Then he waited for whatever other questions she had.