Changing Ideas (Madora and Alindra; closed)

[Nightender]

Alindra Vordrinn moved steadily, keeping up with her training. Her lightsaber was her trusted ally. The heat from the blade circled around her, as she was willing to bring the weapon closer to her limbs and body than she had before. A dull wind swept across her, shifting her honey blonde hair around her head and shoulders.

When she finished her kata, Alindra shut down her weapon and looked out at the vastness of the Valley of the Dark Lords. It was desolate but powerful. Alindra wanted something more, however. To see a greater realm and know it to be hers.

I will rise above this state, Alindra thought, brushing her hair out once more. Somewhere out there, I have a realm waiting for me, a place where I can feel completely free. A place where I can rule and have others bow before me, their Queen.

[Hotel]

Shandari, or Lady Madora as she had become known as, was in a foul mood, as she often was. As she stormed through the temple, she fixed any unlucky initiate she came across with a cold glare that sent them running. Some screaming in pain, though that was mostly done unintentionally, as she could not control her deadly site properly. Mostly...

As she stormed into the training room, she saw the human girl training with her saber. The girl was familiar to her. She finally remembered her name, Alindra. They had worked together on a recent mission. She concentrated for a moment, linking with her mind to give her a scolding on her saber technique. As she heard the surface thoughts, she couldn't help but let out a snort. The girl just happened to be in the wrong place in the wrong time. Had Madora been in a better mood this may not have happened, but seeing as she needed something to vent her frustration at...

Her voice echoed throughout Alindra's head. "You, a queen? Don't make me laugh."

[Nightender]

Behind Alindra, Lady Madora appeared, mocking Alindra's aspirations. "Lady Madora," Alindra said. "I mean no disrespect, but it is not a joke. It's something I've felt for some time. I want to take a throne for my own." Alindra shook her head, giving a smirk as she did so. "It's not a joke. It's something I will have."

Then she tried to calm herself. Alindra knew better than to be angry in the presence of one as powerful as Lady Madora. It was a path to death.

[Hotel]

She continued to vent, take out her frustration, poking at the girl's dreams. "Those that are to lead are either born with it, or earn it. With how you are, you don't deserve it. You are weak, pathetic. You can't even perform with your saber properly. How do you expect to be able to rule and have people follow you?" As she spoke in the girl's mind she moved closer, a frown upon her lips.

[Nightender]

It was quickly turning into a confrontation. Alindra didn't like how Lady Madora had entered mind and started exploiting her hopes and dreams. The very things Alindra wanted for herself, Madora was pushing on, saying Alindra couldn't possibly attain them.

The smile faded from Alindra's lips. "You are wrong. I have it inside me. I want those things, and I will have them. As long as I live, I'll want them."

In a reflex, a childish idea, directed at Madora, popped into Alindra's mind. You can't even stop me.

[Hotel]

As she caught the thought her frown instantly turned to a snarl of anger upon her face as her hand lashed out and back handed the girl hard. "You think you are better then me?! You think you can defeat me? You are weak! Powerless against me!"

She stood there as if ready to pounce upon the girl, daring her to challenge the Sith Lord.

[Nightender]

"Perhaps not yet, my Lady, but I will find a way to become great." Alindra opened her hand, just in case. The moment had become heated and an angry Sith Lord was not something she wanted to endure unprepared. "But I will take what I want and still remain loyal to the Sith. I am not foolish enough to try and attack you. I would be horribly, terribly outmatched."

[Hotel]

She smirked at the girl backing down. "Not with that attitude. A coward like you only deserves to serve and grovel at those truly meant to rule. You claim that you will rule me, yet you grovel for mercy admitting how truly powerless you really are."

She woman let out a silent laugh. "You aren't fit to rule. You will always serve for the rest of you're life."

[Nightender]

Laughter echoed through Alindra's mind. It burned her senses, even through its silence. Nothing more than an echo in the Force.

"Lady Madora, you may be above me, you may be more powerful than me, but I serve the Sith, not you." Maintaining her guard, Alindra started to step away. She looked back and said, "Let me know if you ever become The Dark Lord of The Sith; I might change my mind then."

[Hotel]

Her smirk was once replaced with a frown. "Someone needs to teach you you're place." With that she held out her hand and let loose a bolt of force lightning directly at the girl. "And it looks like it will have to be me."

[Nightender]

Alindra felt the attack coming. Her senses made her draw up her lightsaber, holding the crimson blade out before her. Much of the attack wrapped around the beam, but enough of it still hit Alindra. She fell, rolling a little along ground as she did.

Being hit with lightning was a new sensation for Alindra, one that burned into her skin and clothes, making her feel like she'd been set on fire. But Madora had not finished with the young Sith.

[Hotel]

She quickly lashed out with another bolt. And another, making sure none were powerful enough to kill her. "You will realize just how weak and powerless you really are. I may not be the Dark Overlord, but he has selected me as one of his chosen. You will learn to treat me with proper respect!"

[Nightender]

Lady Madora chastised Alindra. Normally, Alindra would have been amused and laughed, but she was in too much pain. "I already respect you," she said. It was weak and pathetic, the words drew out of her mouth, mixed with a swirling of pain.

[Hotel]

She let out another silent laugh. "Is how you were just speaking to me respect?" She gave her another shock, all the while moving closer and closer to the girl. "You don't deserve to rule, you were born to serve." She never gave Alindra a moment of respite, following up her bolts one after another.

[Nightender]

Born to serve.

Alindra had been born the daughter of farmers, then taken and forced into a life of slave at a young age. As she grew into maturity, she was taken from the mines and made a servant, then a dancer, but always a slave.

To admit Madora was right would be to become that again. She couldn't do that. She had to remain strong. "No. I will rule one day, once I have become strong." Alindra thought she was finished, but her heard herself say two more words.

"Like you."

[Hotel]

She blinked for a moment, the last words catching her off guard. She tried to shake it off. "You are weak, and you always will be. If this is how you have shown yourself to me, you will never get strong, never deserve to be strong. You will always serve those stronger than you. You have not shown me you deserve strength." Even though she kept berating the girl she lowered her hand, ending the torment from her lightning.

[Nightender]

Finally, Alindra found anger. It reached deep into her soul and beckoned her to rise. Alindra climbed to her feet, using her lightsaber to take some of the abuse for her. Her true weapon was her left hand, free and empty. Pushing herself up with the Force, Alindra moved her fingers toward Madora's neck and throat. If she never did anything else, Alindra would show the Lady that there was strength and power in the blonde's hands.

[Hotel]

She could feel her throat begin to tighten, so she once again lashed out with her lightning to prevent it from being able to do any harm. "See how weak you truly are? You're attempts do nothing to me." She knew the girl had potential, but she had angered her, and nothing but spiteful comments seemed to leave her.

She finally now stood right in front of the girl, looking down upon her from her tall stature, her black, seemingly pupil-less eyes staring down into her own.

[Nightender]

Black eyes stared into the sea green gems Alindra looked with. Alindra did feel weak. She had been so abused, so beaten, it was nearly impossible for her to go on. If only for spite, she dropped her lightsaber and reached up with her right hand as well. She wanted to see Madora choke, if only for a moment. With both hands she reached up, trying to squeeze.

[Hotel]

The moment she saw the girl raise her hand in another feeble attempt, she let out another torrent of lightning, this one stronger then the others. "A weakling like you doesn't even deserve to be Sith..."