Post by Miri Mojito on Nov 22, 2009 19:50:08 GMT -5
Name:[/color] Naraaine Vespar
Race: codru-ji
Age: 17
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 123lbs
Appearance:
Aside from a few distinguishing racial traits Naraaine looks almost like a human girl of her appropriate age. The major traits being her extra pair of arms, slightly pointed ears, and a set of enlarged almost canine like upper and lower fangs.
One can only assume the power of the darkside has had its affects on her appearance as well, and it certainly has. Her skin, while it would have been naturally fair, is now pale to a point of being nearly white. This only contrasts more with her light brown almost coppery hair. Her eyes are a fiery shade of orange that greatly reflect the anger and hatred she feels. These feature are highlighted even moreso by her choice in permanent cosmetics. Her lips have been tattooed black, and around her eyes have also been tattooed. This was done not only to better create an element of fear to those she met, but also to signify her dedication to the dark arts of the force.
She tends to dress in many shades of black and grey as they tend to hide blood better than lighter colors. The clothing itself often consists of a special Nylon fiber undershirt with 4 elbow length sleeves, designed to fit skin tight over her upper body. Over that she wears a black leather corset that has no visible ties. On her lower half she wears a pair of knee length pants, made of the same special Nylon fiber so that it too fits skin tight. Over that she wears a simple black skirt that nearly reaches the ground. The skirt itself is made up of a front and back biece of fabric secured with a belt so as to allow for freedom of movement while still providing protection from prying eyes. On her feet and lower legs she wears a pair of black leather boots that manage to reach up to half her half.
Birth place: Capital Codru, Munto Codru
Faction: Sith
Rank: Acolyte
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Apprentice
Bio:
Naraaine was born on Munto Codru just over 17 years ago to Nagosh and Shakti Vespar. The family itself was not overly wealthy or politically powerful, as such they were thought of as simply an average family. Naraaine had no brother or sisters, and certainly enjoyed the added attention that being an only child could get. Even when compared to other wyrwulf of her age coming from higher families, she would still seem to glow with the love that her parents gave to her. For a while it seemed as if the young pup would have a fantastic life, that is until Victor showed up.
He came through the city in like a whisp of smoke, there one minute and gone bfore anyone took notice. It was while he was here however that he came accross a young Wyrwulf, and decided that if he were to be great he would need a guard dog. Despite a valiant attempt however young Naraaine was unable to fend off the dark jedui and was easily subdued and stolen.
Victor, as far as Dark Jedi went was not very smart, in fact one would go so far as to say he may have been an accident in the force. For most force sensitives would have tuned into the mind of an animal they take on in an attempt to make it more compliant. He did not however and remained unaware that his new pet was in fact a sentient being. That being said, Naraaine, Being taken from her home so young, was unaware herself, that around 8 years or so from birth she would undergo a transformation that would make her like her parents.
For the next several years Naraaine served little more of a purpose than a guard dog. Thor that time this seemed to work out well for both Victor and herself. She was well fed and well taken care of, and even recieved a large degree of praise from her new master. During this time the young girl to be had no idea that this was anything short of normal, and quickly learned to enjoy herself.
This seemingly happy stage of her life went on until just after what would have been her 8th birthday, when she started to change. It all started gradually at first, Naraaine began to feel restless and almost foreign in her own skin. This was followed by some fits of pain and discomfort. Her master had noticed the changes that his favourit pet was going thru and opted to have a veterinarian look at her. However it seemed that he had acted too late, as not long after Naraaine had entered the cocoon phase of her life.
This lasted several weeks in length and before long she emerged from the cocoon looking like a human 8 year old, aside from the additional arms of course. While she had spent that needed time in her cocoon her master had also gotten wise to the true nature of her species, and saw this as an oppourtunity to have a truly loyal apprentice. He figured that as she had been so loyal in the first stage of her life, that it would continue on during the next phase.
The next year or so of Naraaines life was spent learning to speak and move around as a biped. Her master took great pride in reminding her constanly that without him she would still be crawling around and barking. Once she had managed to learn these skills, they began to move onto teachings of the force. Supprisingly Naraaine proved to not only be force sensitive, but also a fast learner, and in a few short years she was making ground on other apprentices her age who had been in training longer than her. This greatly pleased her master, and he saw it as an opportunity not only to show off his new student but also to make some additional credits. SO by the age of 11 he had her dueling other apprentices from other Dark Jedi, while he would bet on the outcomes.
The Dark Jedi in question that came together every now and again were by far the lowest in respect, even amongst the other trash in the galaxy. They were filthy, greedy, disloyal among other things. The sole purpose of these meetings were to force their respective apprentices to duel, to determine who had the strongest one. For the winner, not only were there credits as a prize, Many bets were made on each fight, But there was also the respect and bragging right associated with having the winner. In truth it was nothing more than glorified dog fighting. If any had ever heard of this sport they would certainly have thought it cruel and unusual, and even wondered why the Jedi had done nothing to not only break up this ring of Dark masters, but to also save the young ones forced into a life of violence. The Jedi, however, had no knowledge of what was going on, as each of the Dark Jedi involved was hardly powerful enough to pay attention too, All in all the Jedi had bigger things to worry about.
For a while Naraaine won her duals from sure strength alone, having 4 arms to pummel an opponent with certainly gave her the edge. Soon after her master was training her harder as well, he had aspirations of making her fight larger and more skill opponents, so that the credit profit margin would be higher. This is when things really started to become rough for the young girl, as with increased training so too did her punishments for failure increase. And after a short while Punishment, or rather not wanting to be punished as badly, was a form of motivation to succeed.
A few years passed and her studies began to increase again. SO much so that now the darkside had started to alter her appearance. Where once a slightly dark toned girl had been there now was a pale white girl. It was also now around her 14th year that her master decided she needed a lightsaber of her own. Rather than have her build one however he decided it would be better to take one from another Dark Jedi. And so the stage was set for another fight. The prize this time would be lightsabers, specifically the lightsabers belonging to the master of the apprentice she would be fighting. If she lost her master was going to be surrendering his own sabers.
As expected Naraaine won, and collected her prize, twin orange sabers. She did need to make a few modifications to them however, primarily lengthening the hilts so that she could easily grasp each blade with all 4 hands if the need arose. The blades themselves featured unstable synthetic crystals. These crystals left the blade itself very unstable, often crackling or sparking frequently.
This event began Naraaines official training with lightsabers. Like most force users her starting form was that of Shii cho. She advanced rather easily in this form, as her master had begun teaching her the basics of it with regular bladed weapons, as well as in unarmed combat. She was also to begin training in multiple saber combat, something her master had no experience in, and had no patience to teach. Instead what little she does know of it came from watching other apprentices duel. In recent years it had become a very common sport amongst some of the more despicable of the dark Jedi community. Duels were now not only fought with fists, but also with blades, and the living force. Victor would now bring her to these duels not just to participate, but to watch and learn the older apprentices fighting styles. It was through imitation and attempted use that she began to learn Niman, and the 2 handed variants of combat.
By the age of 16 Naraaine had the basic understandings of both Niman, and dual wield fighting, as well as an advanced understanding of the shii cho form. She also had managed to develope a decent understanding of the living force around her, and how to use it to attack and disable other effectivly. It was also at this time that her master met an unfortunate demise at the hands of another Dark Jedi. It seems the individual in question did not take to kindly to Victor killing his apprentice. This was a golden opportunity for Naraaine to venture out and search for a proper master, one who could show her the true meaning of the darkside.
Dominant Hand:
While Naraaine is farely skilled with all her hands, it is the top left that posses the greatest dexterity. Second to that is her top right, followed by bottom left, and then bottom right.
Lightsaber:
Boths sabers are identical in both appearance and function. They feature longer than normal hilts, just over 2 feet long, allowing her to effectivly grasp them in all four hands at a time. The hilts are also designed to have a very slight curve to allow for an easier grip. Most of the metal hardware on them have been covered by hand made tanned leather grips. The crystals used in Each blade were Nextor and an unstable synthetic crystal. The nextor crystals made the blades more powerful, while leaving them highly volatile, and the unstable synthetic crystal could cause more damage, but has been known to short out the blade for short periods of time.
Color: Both of them are fiery orange
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 3
Makashi: NA
Soresu: NA
Ataru: NA
Shien / Djem So: NA
>>Sub-form Backhanded: NA
Niman: 1
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield: 1
Juyo: NA
Double Bladed Combat: NA
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices: NA
Telekinetic: 4
Telepathic: 2
Body: 2
Sense: 1
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 3
Specialized Skills:
Able to hear on supersonic level undetectable to many species (racial trait)
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 3
Speed: 4
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 0
Force Attunement: -2
RP Sample:
"Come on you miserable girl...hit her harder... You wont do me anygood if yer weak... A mans voice rang out sharply through the room. It was filled with loathing and anger, to a point that one would assume that a mortal enemy was being addressed. But alas this was not the case, the man was a Dark Jedi known only as Victor, and the girl being addressed was his young apprentice. They were in the middle of a training session, or so he had called it. In truth it was little more than a chance for him to show off his pupil, and win a little extra cash from the other Dark Jedi who had supplied the other competitor.
Naraaine had pummeled this girl no older than herself to within an inch of her life, and for what? she would not see any of the money won for her victory, and she would no doubt be punished for something she did wrong, he always found a reason. And what of the other girl now laying unconcious underneath her? She would surly be punished as well for losing, not that it was her fault she was weaker. Or maybe it was, maybe thats what her master had been teaching her, that punishing others needlesly for their weakness was what the darkside was all about. If that was the case she wanted none of it.
"Damn you girl... I told you to hit her harder...do it now lest ye get thrashed when this is done... Her masters voice rang loudly in her ears again, and still Naraaine sat without moving. She was breathing heavily now, having just fought off her opponent. She sat stradling the other apprentice, pulling her limp uppeer body back up with her 2 lower arms, while her upper pair hung at her side. Now that Naraaine thought about it, this 2 armed girl that she had been fighting had nothing special about her. Her skill in the force was limited, and she hadent even a lightsaber to duel with. Was this really a fair fight? Glorious combat? Or even worth it at all? Her master seemed to think so and thats all that mattered.
Another moment or two passed, in which Naraaine tried to block out the yelling of Victor so as to decide herself what to do. The fight was done, and nothing was to be gained from carrying on any further, then again nothing would be lost either. Finally a sigh escaped her lips and she let go of the other girl, whose body fell to the ground with a dull thud. then with much effort she managed to sstand up and face her master. "There is nothing to be gained here master... you have your money, and i won't surrender my pride and kill someone who is already dead."
Victors rage was something to behold that was a truth in the young girls life that had become common knowledge. And now as he focused his anger onto her again, she could only close her eyes and wait for the impact. Sure enough not a second later Naraaine felt a sharp slap on the side of her face and she fell to her knees beside the other girls form. Inside her own mind her hatred and anger began to rise, though she dared not to direct it at the man now towering over her, lest she be punished in a more harsh manner.
"our a waste girl...I shouldnt have even spare you... I shoulda killed you when i found you like the dog that you were, and still are." As he finished that insult a click and humming could be heard. He had drawn his lightsaber. Naraaine continued to hold her eys shut tightly now, more fear than anger at what was going to happen. Not a moment later the sound of the blade wooshed past her head and came to stop a few feet away, into the body of the other apprentice. another moment later and she opened her eyes just a crack to see what had happened. As she had fear Victor had impaled the other girl, and was now walking away.
Something was different now, interestingly enough the other Dark Jedi had remained quiet up until this point, and even someone that was not sensitve in the force could have felt his anger. Again Naraaine closed her eyes tightly, while still sitting on her knees. A loud crash could be heard and the sounds of a pair of lightsabers filled the room. The two Dark Jedi were now dueling themselves.
Again her mind began to race with thoughts, the loudest one being run, escape. This was something she needed little coaxing on, and supprisingly found the strength to lift herself off and run off down a nearby set of corridors. Not long after bolting she heard a piercing scream, one that she easily identified as her masters. Upon hearing this she stopped in her tracks now torn again. On one side she wanted to run to her masters aid and maybe finally earn his praise. On the other hand she wanted to continue running, find a true master of the darkside and become better than what he was. Another scream of pain that cut out quickly signaled that her master had just died at the hands of the other Dark Jedi. It seemed that the force had already solved her Dillema for her. With her master dead she was easily able to run without looking back.
Race: codru-ji
Age: 17
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 123lbs
Appearance:
Aside from a few distinguishing racial traits Naraaine looks almost like a human girl of her appropriate age. The major traits being her extra pair of arms, slightly pointed ears, and a set of enlarged almost canine like upper and lower fangs.
One can only assume the power of the darkside has had its affects on her appearance as well, and it certainly has. Her skin, while it would have been naturally fair, is now pale to a point of being nearly white. This only contrasts more with her light brown almost coppery hair. Her eyes are a fiery shade of orange that greatly reflect the anger and hatred she feels. These feature are highlighted even moreso by her choice in permanent cosmetics. Her lips have been tattooed black, and around her eyes have also been tattooed. This was done not only to better create an element of fear to those she met, but also to signify her dedication to the dark arts of the force.
She tends to dress in many shades of black and grey as they tend to hide blood better than lighter colors. The clothing itself often consists of a special Nylon fiber undershirt with 4 elbow length sleeves, designed to fit skin tight over her upper body. Over that she wears a black leather corset that has no visible ties. On her lower half she wears a pair of knee length pants, made of the same special Nylon fiber so that it too fits skin tight. Over that she wears a simple black skirt that nearly reaches the ground. The skirt itself is made up of a front and back biece of fabric secured with a belt so as to allow for freedom of movement while still providing protection from prying eyes. On her feet and lower legs she wears a pair of black leather boots that manage to reach up to half her half.
Birth place: Capital Codru, Munto Codru
Faction: Sith
Rank: Acolyte
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Apprentice
Bio:
Naraaine was born on Munto Codru just over 17 years ago to Nagosh and Shakti Vespar. The family itself was not overly wealthy or politically powerful, as such they were thought of as simply an average family. Naraaine had no brother or sisters, and certainly enjoyed the added attention that being an only child could get. Even when compared to other wyrwulf of her age coming from higher families, she would still seem to glow with the love that her parents gave to her. For a while it seemed as if the young pup would have a fantastic life, that is until Victor showed up.
He came through the city in like a whisp of smoke, there one minute and gone bfore anyone took notice. It was while he was here however that he came accross a young Wyrwulf, and decided that if he were to be great he would need a guard dog. Despite a valiant attempt however young Naraaine was unable to fend off the dark jedui and was easily subdued and stolen.
Victor, as far as Dark Jedi went was not very smart, in fact one would go so far as to say he may have been an accident in the force. For most force sensitives would have tuned into the mind of an animal they take on in an attempt to make it more compliant. He did not however and remained unaware that his new pet was in fact a sentient being. That being said, Naraaine, Being taken from her home so young, was unaware herself, that around 8 years or so from birth she would undergo a transformation that would make her like her parents.
For the next several years Naraaine served little more of a purpose than a guard dog. Thor that time this seemed to work out well for both Victor and herself. She was well fed and well taken care of, and even recieved a large degree of praise from her new master. During this time the young girl to be had no idea that this was anything short of normal, and quickly learned to enjoy herself.
This seemingly happy stage of her life went on until just after what would have been her 8th birthday, when she started to change. It all started gradually at first, Naraaine began to feel restless and almost foreign in her own skin. This was followed by some fits of pain and discomfort. Her master had noticed the changes that his favourit pet was going thru and opted to have a veterinarian look at her. However it seemed that he had acted too late, as not long after Naraaine had entered the cocoon phase of her life.
This lasted several weeks in length and before long she emerged from the cocoon looking like a human 8 year old, aside from the additional arms of course. While she had spent that needed time in her cocoon her master had also gotten wise to the true nature of her species, and saw this as an oppourtunity to have a truly loyal apprentice. He figured that as she had been so loyal in the first stage of her life, that it would continue on during the next phase.
The next year or so of Naraaines life was spent learning to speak and move around as a biped. Her master took great pride in reminding her constanly that without him she would still be crawling around and barking. Once she had managed to learn these skills, they began to move onto teachings of the force. Supprisingly Naraaine proved to not only be force sensitive, but also a fast learner, and in a few short years she was making ground on other apprentices her age who had been in training longer than her. This greatly pleased her master, and he saw it as an opportunity not only to show off his new student but also to make some additional credits. SO by the age of 11 he had her dueling other apprentices from other Dark Jedi, while he would bet on the outcomes.
The Dark Jedi in question that came together every now and again were by far the lowest in respect, even amongst the other trash in the galaxy. They were filthy, greedy, disloyal among other things. The sole purpose of these meetings were to force their respective apprentices to duel, to determine who had the strongest one. For the winner, not only were there credits as a prize, Many bets were made on each fight, But there was also the respect and bragging right associated with having the winner. In truth it was nothing more than glorified dog fighting. If any had ever heard of this sport they would certainly have thought it cruel and unusual, and even wondered why the Jedi had done nothing to not only break up this ring of Dark masters, but to also save the young ones forced into a life of violence. The Jedi, however, had no knowledge of what was going on, as each of the Dark Jedi involved was hardly powerful enough to pay attention too, All in all the Jedi had bigger things to worry about.
For a while Naraaine won her duals from sure strength alone, having 4 arms to pummel an opponent with certainly gave her the edge. Soon after her master was training her harder as well, he had aspirations of making her fight larger and more skill opponents, so that the credit profit margin would be higher. This is when things really started to become rough for the young girl, as with increased training so too did her punishments for failure increase. And after a short while Punishment, or rather not wanting to be punished as badly, was a form of motivation to succeed.
A few years passed and her studies began to increase again. SO much so that now the darkside had started to alter her appearance. Where once a slightly dark toned girl had been there now was a pale white girl. It was also now around her 14th year that her master decided she needed a lightsaber of her own. Rather than have her build one however he decided it would be better to take one from another Dark Jedi. And so the stage was set for another fight. The prize this time would be lightsabers, specifically the lightsabers belonging to the master of the apprentice she would be fighting. If she lost her master was going to be surrendering his own sabers.
As expected Naraaine won, and collected her prize, twin orange sabers. She did need to make a few modifications to them however, primarily lengthening the hilts so that she could easily grasp each blade with all 4 hands if the need arose. The blades themselves featured unstable synthetic crystals. These crystals left the blade itself very unstable, often crackling or sparking frequently.
This event began Naraaines official training with lightsabers. Like most force users her starting form was that of Shii cho. She advanced rather easily in this form, as her master had begun teaching her the basics of it with regular bladed weapons, as well as in unarmed combat. She was also to begin training in multiple saber combat, something her master had no experience in, and had no patience to teach. Instead what little she does know of it came from watching other apprentices duel. In recent years it had become a very common sport amongst some of the more despicable of the dark Jedi community. Duels were now not only fought with fists, but also with blades, and the living force. Victor would now bring her to these duels not just to participate, but to watch and learn the older apprentices fighting styles. It was through imitation and attempted use that she began to learn Niman, and the 2 handed variants of combat.
By the age of 16 Naraaine had the basic understandings of both Niman, and dual wield fighting, as well as an advanced understanding of the shii cho form. She also had managed to develope a decent understanding of the living force around her, and how to use it to attack and disable other effectivly. It was also at this time that her master met an unfortunate demise at the hands of another Dark Jedi. It seems the individual in question did not take to kindly to Victor killing his apprentice. This was a golden opportunity for Naraaine to venture out and search for a proper master, one who could show her the true meaning of the darkside.
Dominant Hand:
While Naraaine is farely skilled with all her hands, it is the top left that posses the greatest dexterity. Second to that is her top right, followed by bottom left, and then bottom right.
Lightsaber:
Boths sabers are identical in both appearance and function. They feature longer than normal hilts, just over 2 feet long, allowing her to effectivly grasp them in all four hands at a time. The hilts are also designed to have a very slight curve to allow for an easier grip. Most of the metal hardware on them have been covered by hand made tanned leather grips. The crystals used in Each blade were Nextor and an unstable synthetic crystal. The nextor crystals made the blades more powerful, while leaving them highly volatile, and the unstable synthetic crystal could cause more damage, but has been known to short out the blade for short periods of time.
Color: Both of them are fiery orange
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 3
Makashi: NA
Soresu: NA
Ataru: NA
Shien / Djem So: NA
>>Sub-form Backhanded: NA
Niman: 1
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield: 1
Juyo: NA
Double Bladed Combat: NA
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices: NA
Telekinetic: 4
Telepathic: 2
Body: 2
Sense: 1
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 3
Specialized Skills:
Able to hear on supersonic level undetectable to many species (racial trait)
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 3
Speed: 4
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 0
Force Attunement: -2
RP Sample:
"Come on you miserable girl...hit her harder... You wont do me anygood if yer weak... A mans voice rang out sharply through the room. It was filled with loathing and anger, to a point that one would assume that a mortal enemy was being addressed. But alas this was not the case, the man was a Dark Jedi known only as Victor, and the girl being addressed was his young apprentice. They were in the middle of a training session, or so he had called it. In truth it was little more than a chance for him to show off his pupil, and win a little extra cash from the other Dark Jedi who had supplied the other competitor.
Naraaine had pummeled this girl no older than herself to within an inch of her life, and for what? she would not see any of the money won for her victory, and she would no doubt be punished for something she did wrong, he always found a reason. And what of the other girl now laying unconcious underneath her? She would surly be punished as well for losing, not that it was her fault she was weaker. Or maybe it was, maybe thats what her master had been teaching her, that punishing others needlesly for their weakness was what the darkside was all about. If that was the case she wanted none of it.
"Damn you girl... I told you to hit her harder...do it now lest ye get thrashed when this is done... Her masters voice rang loudly in her ears again, and still Naraaine sat without moving. She was breathing heavily now, having just fought off her opponent. She sat stradling the other apprentice, pulling her limp uppeer body back up with her 2 lower arms, while her upper pair hung at her side. Now that Naraaine thought about it, this 2 armed girl that she had been fighting had nothing special about her. Her skill in the force was limited, and she hadent even a lightsaber to duel with. Was this really a fair fight? Glorious combat? Or even worth it at all? Her master seemed to think so and thats all that mattered.
Another moment or two passed, in which Naraaine tried to block out the yelling of Victor so as to decide herself what to do. The fight was done, and nothing was to be gained from carrying on any further, then again nothing would be lost either. Finally a sigh escaped her lips and she let go of the other girl, whose body fell to the ground with a dull thud. then with much effort she managed to sstand up and face her master. "There is nothing to be gained here master... you have your money, and i won't surrender my pride and kill someone who is already dead."
Victors rage was something to behold that was a truth in the young girls life that had become common knowledge. And now as he focused his anger onto her again, she could only close her eyes and wait for the impact. Sure enough not a second later Naraaine felt a sharp slap on the side of her face and she fell to her knees beside the other girls form. Inside her own mind her hatred and anger began to rise, though she dared not to direct it at the man now towering over her, lest she be punished in a more harsh manner.
"our a waste girl...I shouldnt have even spare you... I shoulda killed you when i found you like the dog that you were, and still are." As he finished that insult a click and humming could be heard. He had drawn his lightsaber. Naraaine continued to hold her eys shut tightly now, more fear than anger at what was going to happen. Not a moment later the sound of the blade wooshed past her head and came to stop a few feet away, into the body of the other apprentice. another moment later and she opened her eyes just a crack to see what had happened. As she had fear Victor had impaled the other girl, and was now walking away.
Something was different now, interestingly enough the other Dark Jedi had remained quiet up until this point, and even someone that was not sensitve in the force could have felt his anger. Again Naraaine closed her eyes tightly, while still sitting on her knees. A loud crash could be heard and the sounds of a pair of lightsabers filled the room. The two Dark Jedi were now dueling themselves.
Again her mind began to race with thoughts, the loudest one being run, escape. This was something she needed little coaxing on, and supprisingly found the strength to lift herself off and run off down a nearby set of corridors. Not long after bolting she heard a piercing scream, one that she easily identified as her masters. Upon hearing this she stopped in her tracks now torn again. On one side she wanted to run to her masters aid and maybe finally earn his praise. On the other hand she wanted to continue running, find a true master of the darkside and become better than what he was. Another scream of pain that cut out quickly signaled that her master had just died at the hands of the other Dark Jedi. It seemed that the force had already solved her Dillema for her. With her master dead she was easily able to run without looking back.
