Surprise Guest

[Sreeya]

"I've seen her about."

As usual, she moved like a cat, her Force aura a mere extension of the energy already around them. It allowed her to blend in easily, as her signature did not disturb the ambiance. Though she had a darkness to her, it was not one of corruption or taint. She was difficult to read, as if a mere manifestation of the Force itself. Of course, that was not what she pondered on as she ambled over to the sparring room to meet Royston and Andelka.

Her black curls hung at her shoulders, a flower placed on the side of her head. The display had invoked quite a number of confused glances, but she paid them no heed. Andraste hummed the whole way, glancing over at the Sith that always appeared to be in a bad mood. In her opinion, it was far too early in the morning to be evil. It simply required too much effort.

She smiled when she arrived in the sparring room, nodding to both Royston and Andelka in greeting. She did not know the kind of training she would receive, but she knew that it would rely on application of the Force, something she was quite adept at. Andraste kept to herself for the most part, standing a short distance away and absentmindedly pondering on thoughts far away.

 

[Raif]

Royston smiled in appreciation as Andelka handed him the tea. For the briefest of moments he worried that the off-balance acolyte may have poisoned it somehow, but that was just paranoia; he got no feeling through the force that anything was amiss, and while the girl would most assuredly have been certifiably insane in most circumstances, Royston did not get the feeling she was homicidall.

He took a quick sip, nodded in satisfaction, and then glanced up when Andraste entered. He returned her smile of greeting, then took a few steps off to the side of the chamber where a small table was waiting for him to set down his tea. After setting the drink down, he quickly removed the coat of his expensive and well-tailored suit, leaving him in shirt, vest, pants, and tie; a much more comfortable outfit for the day's activities. He then turned to address the girls.

"Well ladies, I trust you both got enough rest after out little rendezvous last night. Are we ready to begin?"

 

[Endling vas Precious]

The young Acolyte looked to Andraste, looking at her flower in her hair and her generally enigmatic features.

A lilac blooming in the badlands.

Andelka adjusted her belt and inhaled deeply, watching as the older Sith removed his coat. She couldn't deny the fact that he was attractive, and more-so she couldn't deny the fact that he had liked the tea. She shifted her feet around in her socks, getting a feel for the powerful tarsal bone, the arch of flesh; the delicate way a fan of muscle gently lay atop the metatarsals. Tuesday was watching from a well-lit corner, regarding her with a critical eye.

'What shall we be learning today?'

It was a general question, and she felt a tad bit sheepish asking it. She'd draw it down later.

 

[Sreeya]

Andelka had asked the question for them both. Andraste remained silent, keeping her distance slightly. As usual, she ran her fingers along the wall. She felt every ridge and groove, remnants from former battles. As she closed her eyes, she could feel the aggression emanating from it. It was a thrill, like being injected with a drug to make it shoot through her bloodstream and spread out into her body. It set her on fire, and it spoke volumes of the promise of war and glory. She wondered what became of those that trained so hard within this very room. Had they fallen in battle? Had they gone down in history? Or had they been killed off by their masters?

The last thought made her glance over at Royston. She took a few moments to survey him. He was hiding something..but then again, it appeared as if everyone was hiding something. She kept her thoughts to herself, wondering if Royston planned to kill them both or one of them should they fail to meet his standards. Andraste did not make a sound as she walked along the room, walking on the balls of her feet. She rarely wore shoes, and today was no exception. Her training saber hung at her hip, but she doubted she would need it for this type of training. Andraste decided she would let Andelka do the talking and simply go with the flow.

 

[Raif]

Both of his 'students' seemed like they were ready to go, so Royston took one final sip of tea before quickly setting himself up in the center of the chamber. He looked at Andraste for a moment, studying her; she seemed more subdued this morning than she had the night before, but despite that he still experienced the strong tingly feeling he had come to associate with her presence. Royston then turned to Andelka after the asked her question.

"What will we be learning about? Why, the Force of course."

Royston winked and grinned as he rhymed a bit, then quickly undid his cufflinks and rolled up his sleeves, preparing to get down to business. He then clapped his hands once, loudly, and in the back of the chamber five training droids hummed to life, their red eyes glowing.

"Now, as you may or may not have noticed, I very rarely carry a lightsaber. This is because I weild a much more powerful weapon; the Force."

As he spoke, on of the droids activated its training saber and rushed at the Sith.

"After all, what good is a saber against the might of the Force."

As he spoke, the droid rushed ever closer, raising its blade to cleave the teacher in two. At the last moment, however, Royston spun and seized the bot with the Force, raising it high in the air where it flailed in helplessness. Royston then blasted the training droid with lightning for a moment, and the bot began to smoke and whirr in obvious distress. Royston then clenched his fist tightly, and the droid compressed in an instant to the size of a caf mug, crushed instantly by the Force.

"You see, girls, the Force can be truly mighty when used the correct way."

Royston turned back to see what kind of reaction his little show would have on the acolytes.