Know thy Sister (Jessa)

[Miri Mojito]

It had been a week now, a solid 7 days since the young Jedi's will broke. It had taken so long, days, weeks, maybe months, she could not tell, but her will had broken under the constant assault of her new mistress. Mirian had renounced her ways, begged for mercy, and had been born anew as an Acolyte of the Sith ways. She was no longer Mirian Fel, but had instead been given a new name by her Misteress. Tessa.

SHe had not come out of the ordeal unharmed however. In fact she had been brocken not only in mind, but also in body. A constant barage of force inflicted and tradition tortures had been used on her and she still a week later bore the signs of her torment. Her body was bruised, dark brown marks covered her arms, shoulders ankles and hips, as well as her stomach. small patches of her skin appeared to have been burned, caused by the massive amounts of lightning to course through her body. Several lacerations also presented themselves as proff of her experience.But now that was all behind her. Every mark on her were now badges of acomplishment symbolizing her transformation.

Tessa now waited for Jessa to arrive at her room. She had been instructed by her mistress to not leave the girls side as she herself could not yet be fully trusted. She had wanted to go out though, see the galaxy through her new perspective, push the limits, enjoy herself, but Madora had also warned her not to leave the temple. Fearing the dark ladies wrath, Tessa would oblige and do as she was told, besides now she had a chance to learn about the Acolyte who would be training along side her.To be honest they had had limited interactions in this early week. Perhaps out of fear of the ex jedi falling back into her old habits and trying to recruit jessa, or perhaps the young woman had tasks of her own. either way now was there time to be together.

Tessa gave a small impatient sigh, as she sat on the floor in the middle of her mistresses room. Her hair was tied back nealy and a white blindfold covered where her eyes would be. She had not been granted proper clothing yet, and so wore the tattered remains of her jedi skirt, along with a simply made top. Around her neck was the same black collar that she had arrived on the planet in, it being a symbol of her devotion to her mistress. She held her hands on her lap in a similar manner to a meditative pose. Please hurry.. I want to move about. SHe thought now as if she believed her own will could make Jessa arrive sooner.

[Nightender]

Jessa waited outside the chamber where her Mistress' most recent convert rested. It had been a week since the former Jedi had broke, allowing herself to at last transform into Tessa. Jessa liked the idea of having a sister slave, to be just like someone else in the galaxy, a girl, a Sith, and a slave to Lady Madora.

It took time for Tessa to heal, given that the Jedi she had been had some strength of will and had to be stimulated to accept the Sith teachings. Jessa had watched and helped with pride, adoring Lady Madora the entire time. Someday, Jessa hoped to be just like Lady Madora, dark, powerful, and beautiful as the night.

For the time being, Jessa waited, wanting to prepare herself. She hadn't spoken to Tessa at all since she converted, choosing to leave the convert alone to ponder her situation and surrender further to her growing Sith nature. Soon, that would change and Jessa would begin to help Tessa move, dress, think, and act like the slave she had become. Jessa had a lifetime of experience in the art and function of being a slave, giving her much to instill into Tessa.

At last, she opened the door, seeing Tessa still wearing the remains of her Jedi robes. Little more than rags, Jessa was prepared to make Tessa more presentable. Before she spoke, Jessa looked at the collar Tessa wore, an identical accessory to the one Jessa had taken to wearing.

"This is unacceptable," Jessa said, taking on a stern tone of voice. It was a necessity until Tessa had learned her slave duties. "You will remove the rags on your body and dress in proper attire for your station."

Jessa set a series of packages in front of Tessa. Inside, there were not only clothes, but also boots, chains and restraints. Jessa already wore such things, feeling they better advertised her nature as a slave. "Dress now. I will step outside and let you have some privacy." In a more sincere, but solemn tone of voice, Jessa added, "I know it can be a tough transition."

[Miri Mojito]

Tessa's gaze drifted upwards as her new sister slave entered the room. She could sense her pressence, and feel her power within the force, just as she had the day they first met. It was Malice and anger and at the same time it was control and beauty. It was nothing like the others at the Jedi Temple, those who were of a benevolent nature, slaves to the will of the force and of others. They were nothing more than pawns in a game, and now she herself had been freed from that game.

She lowered her gaze now taking a second to preapre before standing to her feet. Jessa had placed several packages in front of her. Clothes no doubt, but also restraints. Normally shackles would have been viewed as nothing more than a sign of slavery, but in Tessa's mind it was her freedom. She bowed her head respectfully and without a word picked p the packages, holding them to her chest as if they were something precious to her. Silently she turned and walked behind a changing screen so that she may at least show modesty in her new position.

Tessa changed rather quickly, finding the new attire to be rather easy to put on. It consisted of a simple tight long sleeve shirt that came down to above her belly button, showing her old scars. A pair of leggings that fit rather tightly under a simple slitted skirt, and a pair of boots that still had the heel and toe intact. She also had a pair of wrist cuffs to wear, they fit rather snuggly, preventing removal in a similar fashion as her collar. The outfit was topped all off with a plain black hair tie that looked rather sharp with her red hair color.

After changing Tessa emerged from behind the screen, taking her time to enjoy the way the fabric felt against her skin. However she did not waste too much time as she was eager to get out and explore. "I am ready Jessa..."

[Nightender]

"Then stand still and let me examine you." Jessa had grown confident in her role. A Sith slave, loyal and devoted. Now, she was being paired with another just like her--at least that was the plan.

Jessa started at the top and moved down. She brushed her finger through Tessa's hair. Her hands ran down Tessa's shirt, stopping to examine the scars there. "The markings of a true Sith," Jessa mused. Her review continued, judging Tessa's leggings and skirt fitting for a slave of her station.

"You are appropriately dressed, Tessa. Now, kneel and I will instruct you on how you are expected to act." Jessa waited for Tessa to obey, then went to her knees as well.

"We are both slaves, bound to Lady Madora's will. Neither of us are able to think for ourselves, aside from doing what is in our Lady's interest. Our lives, our bodies, and our wills, belong to her.

"Lady Madora is a kind mistress, allowing the two of us to have names. This pleases her. Our duty is to please her in all things. Do you understand, Tessa?"

[Miri Mojito]

Tessa smiled as the other woman looked her over, she had hoped that now she would be appropriatly dressed, and gain the approval of Jessa. The Miraluka stood as still as a statue, taking in a small breath as she felt genle fingers on her hair. It had been the first soft touch she had felt since being captured. She exhaled as those same fingers traced down her shirt stopping at her scars. Hearing Jessa's comment about the scars only caused her to feel a sense of pride in them that she had not had before. "Thank you..." Her voice was soft, controlled now.

She nodded now as Jessa instrucked her to kneel, and she did so without hesitation. For some this kind of beahvior would constitute slavery, but for the newly converted sith it meant freedom as now through her mistress she was no longer a slave to the will of the force, but instead its master, able to use it as she saw fit. Atleast that is how she had come to see it.

Tessa knelt in silence now, taking in all of Jessa's words. THe concept behind this, her new life of servitude seemed more than easy enough. It would seem that many of the complications she once faced were now removed. She would simply be an extension of her mistresses will. If Madora wished it she would attain it. With such a powerful mistress everything would be within her grasp now, so long as she was allowed to persue it. She even liked the idea of sharing Lady Madora with Jessa. No doubt the pair would prove a loyal pair of servants to their mistress.

When Jessa was finished Tessa Nodded again. "I understand..."

[Nightender]

Hearing Tessa's understanding was a simple enough thing. Jessa was sure that the newcomer would be obedient to their cause, but looking within the broken Jedi, she was far from convinced that Tessa had accepted the Dark Side.

"Our mistress may seek to train you in skills she feels need improvement. She took my lack of hand-to-hand training and forced me to fight with nothing but my own body. I do not possess her level of skill, but I am now as lethal with my hands as I am with a lightsaber.

"My point is that, as Lady Madora's devoted slave and disciple, I am compelled to insure that her slaves are willing and capable of enacting her wrath upon her enemies and following her teachings blissfully and without failure."

Jessa stood up, drawing a cloak around her body. She held out a hand to Tessa. "Come. We have time and there is something I think you must do in order to fully embrace being both a Sith and a slave. Do you have a weapon?"

Jessa's plan was simple. A convert to the Dark Side was willing to embrace the power provided through fear, hatred, and suffering. Someone who immersed themselves in the Dark Side and allowed those sensations to grow in themselves and in others would have more power to draw upon and feel a taste of bliss from the experience. Jessa planned to find something for the two of them to kill together, then show Tessa the same baptism she had undertaken herself.