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"Are you here to banter Philosophy, or confront your fears?" The man asked her, his orange blade snapping to life in his hands as he sid into a stance.

“With-out questions one can’t turn ignorance into knowlage.” She replied twirling her saber as she closed the gap between them. Remembering Lord Xrandla’s stance and attack from early Aurora mimicked them, swinging her blade in a horizontal ark at his neck. Attacking an opponent was something she was not used to doing, and it showed in her stance being off just a bit and her swing was lacking the grace and fluidity of his own movements, but not by much.

Aurora clenched her teeth at the jolt of energy made every nerve ending in her shoulder come alive. She danced back a few steps from him to regain her footing and set up for her next attack on him.

“Do I talk to much Lord Xrandla?” She asked as she brought her blade up and made a faint swing at him, before flicking her wrist and making the saber curve over in a short ark at his exposed side.

Aurora stood where she was, not wanting to be backed into the door she had entered thru. Rubbing the feeling back into her shoulder from the stunning effects of training blade, she kept her mouth shut as she listened to Lord Xrandla. Nodding her head she complied bringing the hilt of the training saber above her head, blade pointed up at an angle behind her as she slid into a familiar stance with graceful ease.
Her breathing slowed to a more even pace and the world out-side the room faded away, leaving only her opponent and herself. She attacked him, aiming for the body zone that was his weapon arm and side. Determination drove her on as she did not want to feel the shock from his saber again, she would not flinch at his aura and she would not be driven back, she would over come and defeat her fear.

“Yes Lord Xrandla.” Aurora said as she shut down the training saber and bowed to him. Her light blue eyes ran over the room to stop as she spied the charging rack on the wall as indicated. Making her way towards it, she glanced at all of the lethal looking weapons that hung along his training rooms cold stone walls.
After securing the hilt into its charging port, she walked back to the door and gathered up her boots, for she would not put them back on until she had left his training hall. She turned to face Lord Xrandla once more.
“Thank you for the instruction session Lord Xrandla.” She said to him and bow again before opening the blast doors to leave.

The cyber-lord of the sith paced furiously around his room, noticing the knock upon the door as a student stared at him with a sensual desire.

"I humbly beg your attention," Sonya began, biting back every word she said. "I wish to make a proposition you may find interesting."

"State your name!" Cyneticus demanded.

"Sonya Kai'ser, but I prefer to be called Lady Maliss."

"You're the student of Loki, no? What buisness do you have with someone such as myself?"

"My master told me you wanted to destroy the Lord Nakara, but he feels it nothing more than a suicide mission. If you will hear me out, I believe I can succeed where my master failed. I need to ask several things of you, sir, before I do go."

Sonya had slowly made advances towards the cyborg in front of her, as he pondered her words. "You are intriguing me, Sonya. Tell me of the guile you will use, but bore me or infuriate me, and I'll have your head!"

"Understood," Sonya said with a curtsey. "I will apologize first of all, by saying that it is common saying around the academy that Nakara is the better technologist. Pardon me for asking, but why is that rumor being spread when you, a man who is half machine, clearly live with the metal and know it better?"

"Nakara stole half my brain, an adaptive AI adjunct, the clown. With that, he stole my designs and beat me to the punch. Without my adjunct, he'd be nowhere."

"Ah. Then I can promise the destruction of Nakara and the retrieval of your brain, mi'lord," Sonya replied, slowly working her way around the cyborg. He was disgusting, but she'd try her femininity on him anyway. "I will go become the greatest apprentice of the baffoon. I will update you on all of his movements, and sabotage him to a point where you can strike him down with all your hatred. He, like all sith, has a weakness which I feel I can exploit," she said, rubbing her finger along the cyborg's chest.

"Sex won't work on me, Lady Maliss. That part of my body is robotic. However, Nakara is nothing but flesh, one which is constantly changing size and shape. Your ability to manipulate wills won't escape me, but Nakara does not have that immunity either. But what do you want in return?"

"I want what every sith wants. Power, respect, you name it. I will learn some from Nakara, but I want you to use your machines to make me even better. I will lead your armies as their general, a mixture of oil and blood which will make me stronger than any jedi and most sith. I want the power, and I'm not afraid to do it. I want the respect that is due for taking down that shapeshifter, to serve as your hand, absorbing everything into me for you to use. But first, I need you to transfer to me to the Nal Hutta academy to start my search."

"You will probably die, but at least you will do something to divert his attention. But how to secure your loyalty?" the cyborg asked.

"You don't have one. But no gamble comes without risk," Sonya replied. "Everyone doesn't believe I have a chance, so what good does it do to make me pledge loyalty if I'm going to die."

"A logical premise. I am not without my doubts, but we'll put you to the test," Cyberneticus agreed. "The shuttle will be waiting for you."

"Thank you," Sonya muttered, backing out of the room, impatient to leave as soon as she could.

The Mandalore's Fist landed on Obroa-skai. His hunt was hiding in an abandoned home. A loud sound caught his attention. It was the hunt. "Brai" he thought. Slowly, he crept behind the man who was looking around for Deakin. "Reach for the sky," he ordered. Brai seemed to try and bribe him. Deakin followed along shaking his head yes. "You can't bribe me" he said slowly. He screamed as Deakin hit him in the back of the head with the rifle stock. "N'jurkad" he muttered. Quickly he threw the body in, and closed the door. Throwing him in the prison cell, he went to the cockpit to plot course for Nal Hutta. He took off his helmet and drifted asleep.

A few hours later, the ship landed. He went straight to the hutts. Deakin dragged his prisoner to one of the Hutt's. He was shouting and resisting. It was a 10,000 credit bounty. His rifle stock was retracted, and raised in one arm.

"Captured alive," he said bowing "like you asked." The prisoner decided not to bow. "Wrong move" he said kicking his knees down. Soon enough, his payment would be given, but for now, he sat down and had a drink.

[[First post, where is everyone?]]

[[Christ.. I forgot the time period again. Ill change it.]]