Changing Ideas (Madora and Alindra; closed)

[Nightender]

The slave girl lowered her head, accepting that she would not be given a new name until she excelled at something worthy of making her a Sith. Until then, she forced the name of Alindra Vordrinn from her mind. She had no name, and no rights. She was a slave.

"Mistress, this one excels at proper serving duties and has extensive knowledge and experience with a variety of forms of dance. This one also has some skill in seduction, though this one has had little place to use it."

[Hotel]

She frowned. "I meant what are you skilled at for combat you foolish girl. I did not take you in so I could have you cook and clean for me, but so I could train you." She continued to frown at Alindra. Had she truly broken this girl so utterly?

[Nightender]

Bowing again, the slave said, "This one apologizes. This one is a meager slave, but will try to do better in the future."

The slave felt frightened, terrified. There was nothing else to do aside from answering Lady Madora's question. "In regards to combat, this one has training in Shii-cho and basic melee fighting technique. This one is also capable of fighting hand-to-hand without any formal training."

[Hotel]

She nods as she eyes the girl closely. As her voice enters the girl's mind once more, it seems calmer, and maybe just a bit more gentle. "You can stop speaking like that Alindra. I prefer to hear you speak normally. And we will begin your training with hand to hand combat, like I started mine."

[Nightender]

"Yes, mistress," the slave said. Madora had called her Alindra, but she didn't want to be called that, not a slave. She wanted to be punished and Alindra would be her freedom from that, though she had hardly earned it. "As I am now your slave, though, I had thought you might want to refer to me by another name, until I am more fit to be called a Sith. Regardless, I am happy to learn hand-to-hand combat from you, mistress."

The slave's mind was quite fractured, though willful enough to try and plead for a different name. She was not yet mentally ready to be herself again, not after the amount of hurt she had felt.

[Hotel]

She sighed again. "You really want a new name, huh. Fine, I will let you suggest one." She crossed her arms as she watched Alindra with a curious tilt of her head, wondering what she might choose, or if she would force her to choose one instead.

[Nightender]

"I don't feel worthy of that, Mistress. I am too ashamed to be..." It lodged in her mouth for a moment, but she had to force it out to prove how hurt she felt by the name. "Alindra. It's a pretty name and I don't think I deserve it, or anything like it. I need to think of myself as a different person, else I don't think I will benefit from your teachings."

She looked down in humiliation. She didn't think any amount of pain could make her choose.

[Hotel]

"Well if you don't feel like Alindra, what do you feel like? I am giving you this one opportunity to choose." She kept trying to appease the girl but all she wanted was to be treated like the slave she had beaten her down to. Another silent sigh left her. She really needed to stop walking around the temple when she was in a bad mood...

[Nightender]

"Mistress, I don't think I've earned the right to name myself. You have already been generous enough to allow me to refer to myself." It was a technique she's been forced to learn at the beginning of her servant training, a form of speech where the slave was an object and not a person. It had taken a month when she was twelve; this time, it had only taken minutes to reach the point when she could say, "I."

[Hotel]

She silently grumbles to herself as she thinks. As soon as the first name comes to her, she turns back to the girl. "Fine. You will be known as Jessa..." She then sighed and raised her eyebrow, an idea forming in her mind. "You really want me to treat you as a true slave?" Maybe if she could force the girl to be the lowest of the low she would fight back and try to be acknowledged again, though this time with more respect.

[Nightender]

The dismissive way her mistress named her scared Jessa. She accepted the name, feeling it having only a small amount of worth at best. "Thank you for naming me, Mistress. To answer your question, yes, I want you to treat me as your slave, a true slave. I have spend a large part of my life bonded into slavery already. It's only right that, if I am not a Sith, then, as you said, I must be a slave."

Alindra, deep down, was still herself, but far too wounded to carry on. Becoming Lady Madora's slave, Jessa, felt the best way to become something more. When beaten, go back to the beginning.

[Hotel]

She nodded at her. "Fine. First off clean up the mess caused by you attacking me earlier. Then get dressed proper for a lesson in martial arts and meet me in the sparring room." She looked back towards the now messy bed, catching the odd thing here or there that the telekinetic blast had caused to fall over or mess up in her usually neat room. With a silent sigh she stood up and left it and walked to the nearby training room.

Once there, she stripped herself of her coat and let her wings spread out to their full extent for a few moments, just letting them relax as she waited for Alin... Jessa to come for her first lesson.

[Nightender]

"Yes, Mistress."

Jessa knelt as Madora left, then began about her tasks. First, she decided to clean Madora's quarters, picking up any knocked over articles and resetting them to the best of her knowledge. She made and reset the bed as well. Only when everything looked pristine and orderly did Jessa think about changing clothes.

Looking through what she'd brought, she had to take a few moments to decide what might be best to wear for hand-to-hand combat training. She decided less was better and put on a snug sleeveless leather top. To that, Jessa added a very short leather skirt, one open enough to not block her freedom of movement. From her time tormenting information about the Sith Temple's location, Jessa found a set of restraints. Releasing the chains, she put the ankle and wrist cuffs on, then attached a collar around her neck as well. She tied her hair back and set out to find Lady Madora.

[Hotel]

She blinked as she saw Jessa enter the training room. "Um... are you wanting to do weight training then?" As her thoughts once more entered the girl's mind, she looked her over from head to toe. As she gave her head a curious tilt to the side she did think that the iron bands could be used for stamina and weight training, allowing her for easier movement once taken off. She then tilted her head back up and gave her an approving nod.

[Nightender]

"I'll do weight training if you think I need it, Mistress." Jessa looked around, searching for some idea of what she should actually do. "Wherever you need me to start, I'll gladly do it."

[Hotel]

She shook her head with a sigh. This girl was helpless, and it was her fault. Just another responsibility... She eyed the girl up and down once more, then crouched into a combative stance. "Come at me."

[Nightender]

Jessa drew on some instinct buried in a shallow grave within her subconscious. When the violence climbed out, Jessa became hungry, literally hungry.

She ran forward, swinging her arms at Madora's head. She growled a little in her approach, her lips pulling back into a snarl. The damage to her psyche was awakening all sorts of repressed aspects Alindra hadn't used in some time.

When she swung for Madora's head, she had no illusions about actually hitting her opponent. That wasn't her plan. What Jessa wanted, since she had been told to come at Madora, was to use her teeth to bite into the softest, most sensitive patch of flesh she could find.

[Hotel]

she blinks, surprised by the feral ferocity Jessa was showing. It seemed that she did not seem to understand just what she was supposed to do right now. She let out a silent sigh and shook her head.

As the woman charged at her, she quickly sidestepped and let Jessa's momentum take her past the tall Rilan. She then turned and aimed a hard chop to her mid back. "Have you lost it girl? This is a training exercise for hand to hand combat. Use come common sense."

[Nightender]

Jessa bowed deeply, her heart filled with disappointment. "I am sorry, Lady Madora. You said to come at you, so I did what came naturally." In the wild, she would have taken down prey with her teeth and her hands. She would use the Force as well, though it was a tool she developed after some time. "I never had any clear training in unarmed combat before."

[Hotel]

She let out another silent sigh as she listened to Jessa's excuse. "Then you will learn." She walked over to a nearby punching bag, motioning for the young woman to follow. "And you will start with the basics."

As she stood in front of the bag, she took a deep breath and let it out, centering herself. She then began to do a very simple punching routine directed at the bag, one of the first things learned in Echani Martial Arts. After repeating it a few times she took a step back and nodded to Jessa. "Now you do it."