Sound of Madness

[Dire Wolf]

Nar Shaddaa was probably one of the worst places in the universe, and Tahlia knew it. There were few redeemable qualities about "the shining jewel", one of which happened to be all of the buildings. It made for a fun little playground to the parkour practitioner.The other was a double edged sword. There was so much life in such a small area that it made it nigh impossible to actually find someone by incorporeal means. Which was excellent if you wanted to hide, but a nightmare if you were hunting for some quarry.

Which, naturally, was what Tahlia was doing on the festering "jewel" of the hutt's empire. A serial killer had narrowly managed to escape the authorities on Coruscant, and the Republic had figured out that he b-lined it for Nar Shaddaa. A squad of men with guns flashing badges everywhere would likely alert the hutts, but a lone pretty girl with a glow stick wouldn't bat a lash. Hopefully.

An irritated huff blew a stray lock of fiery hair away from her eyes as she walked down the desiccated alley. Even her mundane clothes lookd like some sort of rich woman's garments compared to what some of the denizens of that particular alley wore on their back. Colored in dull browns and tans her clothes may have been, but at least they weren't riddled with rips and rotting off her back. The Jedi in her wanted nothing more than to stop and help the people that begged for so much as a single credit, but she knew that she could not. Heartless was the unfortunate facades that she had to keep... otherwise she risked her entire operation.

And on a world like this, the walls had eyes.

Heartless she was. Tali's face was the epitome of stoicism as she passed by the hapless denizens of Nar Shaddaa, and drew closer and closer to the serial killer's ship. It was easy enough to find... almost as if someone had laid the breadcrumbs out to lead to that very locale. She gulped at that musing. Tali had encountered a mission of such ease before, and it ended with her impaled to a wall.

A small jolt of fear struck her heart after she rounded the corner to see the otherwise ordinary ship look downright foreboding. Not long after, Tali could feel hidden eyes on her. Watching from behind the blackness of the polarized view port of the ship. Smiling at her, welcoming her to come closer. Into the ship. Tali's gut was in a tumble as she put one foot in front of the other, each one bringing her closer to the ship, her sixth sense finding no one at all aboard. At the very least, she could wait for the man's return and confront him there.

Yes.

No one was on the ship, and she could ambush her quarry on his own vessel. Finding a renewed sense of bravery, the girl walked up to the ramp and slipped a few computer spikes into the ramp console. A few moments later, a rush of wind and a pneumatic hiss told her that the ship was opening like a clam before her. With any fear remaining pushed to the back of her mind, she stepped onto the ship and moved straight to the common room.

Perfect.

[Apillis]

The moment the young Knight stepped into the common room of the vessel, its doors cargo doors shut close as it immediately took off from its launching pad. The ship itself was void of life, it was just an empty ship with preset coordinates running on autopilot, while being controlled remotely. The vessel soared into the sky leaving behind the Hutt's vaunted jewel among their systems. When all that was behind the ghost vessel was the scenery of the jewel's western hemisphere horizon against the starry filled black void of space, is when in front of the vessel coming closer and closer was a much, much larger ship that orbited the tainted jewel of the slug creatures.

The immense vessel that the ship which the young Knight found herself in, is a Centurion-class battleship, but anyone sensitive to the Force could tell -- there was something dreadfully wrong and foreboding about that Centurion-class battleship. The intensity of the dark side's evil only seemed to get stronger as the vessel neared the Centurion-class ship. With the Sith fighter escort for the gigantic vessel, and with the strong presence of the dark side within it -- it is blatantly clear it is a Sith battleship. With Centurion's hangar doors opening for the vessel to land within its belly, the obviousness of it all being trap was all too clear...

Or was it...?

The second the ship landed it cargo doors opened, but outside of the ship the only soldiers around were typical Sith guard duty patrols and the hangar personnel stacking beside the ship what looked like some sort of small crates -- stacked by the dozens. Empty ship? But being loaded up with cargo? The vessel itself that the young Knight is aboard within the Sith Centurion-class battleship possesses no indication that it is a Sith vessel itself. With possessing no affiliation to anyone -- it seems to be being used as sort of middle-man for trading with someone down on Nar Shadaa, but the Sith and whomever they are trading with seem to not want their dealings to be clear.

Yet, within the Centurion-class Sith battleship itself -- the evil of the dark side filling its halls was laid bare and all the more clear and menacing. It is within the depths of this ship, Sensorium, where Vorxere resided within her meditation chamber. For hours, days, weeks -- she meditated allowing herself to be consumed more and more by the darkness that surrounds her, letting it be drawn into her and then empower her from within.

Yet it is just when an unmarked vessel landed within the Sensorium that the Sith hangar personnel were preparing to load up with more cargo -- Vorxere's eyes popped open. The crimson hues staring straight ahead of her, those dark greyish-drown-victim-like blue lips curling into a diabolical grin. She could feel it. A little light entered the realm of her darkness.

A moment later within the Sensorium's hangar, as the hangar personnel continued stacking crates beside the unmarked vessel to be loaded up, one of the commanding noncommissioned officers of the hangar walked over to the young soldiers informing them that the next shipment for the unmarked vessel to deliver has been cancelled and were ordered to leave it. The hangar personnel who were stacking the crates all looked at each other confused by the sudden order, and within a trice left the vicinity of the unmarked vessel to continue their work for their shift elsewhere within the hangar. Thus leaving the unmarked vessel completely unattended to... once again much like it was on Nar Shadaa...

[Dire Wolf]

Something was wrong. While Sense was hardly one of Tali's strong suits, even a youngling could sense life within the confines of a ship. Especially one so small as the one she found herself on. It quickly became apparent what was happening, as the screech of metal on metal told the woman that the landing ramp had retracted, and soon enough she felt herself lift off of the ground and the ship rocket forward.

She was sent sprawling aft of the ship, the only thing that stopped her from slamming into the durasteel bulkhead was her quick thinking and high proficiency in telekinesis. Tahlia threw a powerful wave of her will power out, pushing against the wall and therefore slowing herself down to a more manageable speed when she hit.

After the ship level out some, the woman did her best to keep a calm mind as she strode up to the cockpit to find no one, not even a droid, in the pilot's chair. Sliding into it with the grace of a water dancer, the woman wrapped those elegant fingers around the flight stick and eased it down towards the deck.

Nothing happened.

Cursing under her breath, the woman released the flight stick and rose from her seat. After breathing deep for a few moments, the woman simply sat down behind the pilot's chair and began to meditate. Under normal circumstances, she likely would have been trying to find a more proactive solution... but there was little sense in it. It was better off finding and killing the being that laid this trap for her. Running would be cowardice, and she would have none of that.

There was a great darkness up ahead, one who's motive was unclear to the Knight. Soon enough, its dark haze fell over her and she could barely sense anything beyond her own nose. Maybe finding an escape route was a better course of action after all. It wasn't cowardice to do so... just intelligent. The landing ramp lowered to reveal a massive cargo bay, one that seemed to be recently abandoned. After a few moments, she sat down on the ramp with her feet planted firmly against the deck.

"Come out, Dark One. I won't play your games."

[Apillis]

To everything that Vorxere seems to do, she carries a certain nuance that is almost playful in its demented way. While she respects and even uses order and law to her advantage, it does not negate the fact she is a chaotic figure as a Lord of Ruin. Her actions and thought process, while methodical on some levels are inconsistent and turbulent in others. Since her training begun as a practitioner of the dark side, she has sought to develop herself into a natural chaotic force within the dark side. In many regards, after decades of repeatedly being consumed by dark desire and power she has achieved just that. A dark creature of whimsical notions and twisted ideals taking action for just one moment into the next riding the currents of the dark side of the Force to see where it takes her deeper into its depths as she makes the most of it along the way as it corrupts her more and more as time dredges onward.

Did Vorxere lay out this trap for the young Jedi Knight or was she going with the flow of where the dark side has lead her? In all likelihood, Vorxere herself does not even know anymore, she just is at this point -- too far gone and lost within the deepest depths of the dark side, where she begins and the dark side ends within her persona has long since melded together. Even the Sensorium, while her flagship, was less of a ship to her and more of a lair to dwell as it permeated with the dark side she drew into her to empower herself since she was a child.

Even the smallest light within this domain of hers was like a beacon shining as bright as a lighthouse in the darkness. However, as a creature of darkness compelled by the dark side, all she knew how to react to such lights no matter how minute was to quash it -- extinguish it -- turn her realm to darkness once more. But this little firefly fluttering about within the darkness of the dragon's lair was a special one. One that Vorxere did not want to crush for the sake of killing it -- no -- not this little creature.

Within the hangar the lights seemed to dim greatly just as Vorxere entered its immense space, and not just by the lights dimming themselves the shadows seemed to grow. It was as if some seemed to extend themselves to keep Vorxere to be seen as nothing more than a silhouette approaching the young Jedi Knight. But as she neared the young Jedi, coming closer to her, Vorxere lifted her head just a little more -- just enough for a little bit of the dimmed lights to illuminate the a dash of the cast shadow of Vorxere's drawn hood to expose half of her face while the other half remained enveloped in shadow. A vivid red eye clearly staring directly at Tahlia, while kindly smile was was evidently expressed at the young woman.

There was a chuckle response to Tahlia's words, though as Vorxere remarked, "Ha. Dear girl, everything is a game -- life is a game, I suggest you start playing...", and with a far more sinister tone uttered, "Before you lose."

Vorxere's steps suddenly changed course to begin circling the girl as if examining her, while as a hooded figure under mantle much Vorxere's own visage was hidden -- it did not hide just how amused the dark woman in this moment.

"You look a lot like your mother, you know...", Vorxere remarked with a little chuckle, "But... you have your grandfather's eyes... just like me."

Still pacing casually around the young Jedi Knight, Vorxere ruminating on exactly what to do next with this young thing as she remarked, "You are a lot more reckless than your sister... Tossing caution to the wind... She had to be coaxed along the way, lead astray like a sheep being drawn away from the rest of the herd... But... you... just diving headlong into the darkness without any reservation... That is good, too... That level of boldness will serve you well for what is to come next, my young Jedi."

[Dire Wolf]

The lights didn't have to dim very far before Tali was essentially blind thanks to what little hapanese that resided within her dna. Without a second thought, the Jedi pulled the nearly foot long cylinder from the small of her back. Within moments, a blue star erupted into existence... lighting a moderate circle around her. The gentle hum of her saber almost overwhelmed the light tap of small feet on the durasteel deck plates of the Centurion.

Tali's blood red eyes blinked as they flicked about, barely able to detect the large dark shapes that glinted blue as the light from her saber flickered about. That and the small, lithe shape of a woman and her red eye as she walked towards her... stopping a healthy distance away. "Ha. Dear girl, everything is a game -- life is a game, I suggest you start playing... before you lose." "Life is only a game if you make it one, Dark One," your average person would have been scared.

This creature was obviously far darker and stronger than anything that she had ever encountered before. Its lair's feel attested to that much. Not Tali. If anything Tali grew bolder if not obstinate in the face of certain doom. "You look a lot like your mother, you know..." The creature's words had her mind reeling, "But... you have your grandfather's eyes... just like me." "My mother? You know my mother?" She was more surprised than curious. Tali didn't even know her mother, and found it alarming that anyone would even recognize her. the Jedi's first memory was the temple.

Then she started rambling on about her sister and sheep. "Right. Your sister was different, too. Not quite as baleful, and a didn't have the Gothic supposed genius vibe going." Obstinate as always, Tali began to mock the creature that could probably kill her on a whim. Not the smartest thing she's done, but Tali only feared one thing.

And it wasn't death.

"My first memory is of the Jedi Temple," she lifted the point of her lightsaber up to the Dark Woman. Her gender was easier to make out with a soft blue glow on her face and black clad form. "Myonly brother's and sister's the Jedi around me," her fist clenched, a pocket of the Force wrapping around a moderately sized container. If need be she could hurl it, "and my suckling babe this lightsaber."

"You might know my mother, or you just might think that I'm her daughter. You might think I'm someone's sister, but you're wrong. I have neither." She lied about her care about a family. Blatantly, "but I've been called reckless before. I prefer brash, myself."

[Apillis]

It was in that moment the amusement of the situation only lead Vorxere to simply burst out with laughter in the girl's face. With a flippant shrug she stopped pacing around the girl and paused in her steps standing right in front of her, "Dark One... So many Jedi have given me that label -- those that have died at my feet -- those who fell before my eyes -- and those who have experienced both. Your mother gave me the same tone of bravado as you are now... But in the end she murdered her own brethren all the same... instead of continuing to fight me. Cheap words, girl. Jedi who are far beyond your ability and accomplishments within the Great Mystery have said the same -- and failed. Do you think you are the first one to stand before me with righteousness and bluster? My hopes in you so easily dashed. And... with your hostile stance now with your blade drawn... and refusal to play... it seems you are too willing to lose at the game of life. Unfortunate, really."

Crossing her arms under her chest as she shifted one foot to the next, Vorxere grew an ominous smirk as she went on to utter, "At the very least your sister dispensed with bravado and simply fought... until her own fall at my hands.", it was then Vorxere drew back the hood of her black mantle unveiling her visage proving to be identical to someone Tahlia has known literally all her life -- someone she knew... like a sister one could say. Though the differences being Vorxere while she is several decades older she appeared to only be a few years older, and then of course the markings of hatred caused by the dark side's corruption were blatant upon Vorxere's visage. But her eyes... those crimson blood red irises of her eyes -- they were the same -- exactly the same as Tahlia's own.

Though in the next instant Vorxere's expression changed from the sinister haughty expression to that of being more pitiable, but not for herself but for Tahlia -- as if for some peculiar reason she genuinely felt sorry for the girl. With a heavy sigh Vorxere went on to say with a somber tone for Tahlia, "When your sister fell for those few years for her life... she fell hard -- and she begun to understand the purpose and drive to her darker impulses, why they were there. Unfortunately, before she could learn more she was taken back to the Jedi Temple, but I had always been present in her mind since then. Although, because your mother agreed to kill a few Jedi Shadows of whom I sought to kill, in return I agreed to leave your sister alone.

"Yet... what I find odd is -- why was no bargain struck for your supposed protection from me? After all, it stands to reason that if I knew of your sister and held such a powerful grip within her mind, I would know of you as well, correct? And it would definitely not be too much of a stretch to say that your mother loathes me greatly. Yet, she is not adverse to me encountering you -- she never made any objection to that... Just your wayward Watchman sister. But then again... maybe you shouldn't be surprised given how she abandoned you, left you with nothing.

"The Jedi are your family you believe? Do you truly believe that? Or is that merely something you tell yourself to soothe an abandoned and lonely heart that has nothing left to cling to for comfort? Such beliefs are nothing more than shells to shield oneself from the reality they are alone, but it will not save one from the cold, chill of the dark -- not at all -- as so many Jedi have learned... upon their fall. Such fragile shells such as yours are so easily cracked by futility."

Uncrossing her arms to rest her hands on her hips as she went on to say with a small smile, "Besides, while I agreed that I would let your sister be, nothing was said about an associate of mine guiding her. And as we speak -- that associate of mine is seeking to make that happen. So, I wonder... will you fight me in a misguided attempt to save your sister... or abandon her as your mother did you?", that small smile grew into something a little more sinister as she uttered, "Well, young Jedi, I am unarmed and not bearing any ill will toward you... only sympathy and hope for you becoming something greater than what you are... Will you strike down the wretch before you with your malice... or lower your blade as a Jedi to run off and attempt to save your sister?"

[Dire Wolf]

Now that was a kick in the shorts.

Contrary to everything she believed, or at least thought, she did have family within the Jedi. Rin. This woman looked almost exactly like her, save for an aged face and the very same red eyes that her enemy held. That would mean that Kirin was her mother. She was told that her master turned and slew a few of her other shadows... and didn't doubt for a minute that she fell. A dumb found look crossed the girl's face briefly, as she tried to proces the new information. She simply couldn't believe it Kirin was her mother... and her best, only, friend was her sister. It would have been too good to be true, but given the circumstances...

A mixture of anger, confusion, and pain erupted within her as she glared at the Dark Jedi. A million questions flashed through her mind at once, most pertaining to 'why didn't she tell me?' and 'why was Rin more important?'. She wasn't. This Dark thing was obviously lieing to get to her, to turn her anger against her and make her fall. "You're lieing," that anger shifted to the woman. Hatred. "Kirin was my master, not Rin's. You're lieing, or exploiting an oversight... or something. You're lieing. She's not my mother, either. No more than you are.

"And I don't want your sympathy," it was getting hard to control herself. Every fiber of her being wanted to kill this creature, even though her logical side told her that it was well beyond her abilities. Her jaw clenched and tears welled up in her eyes as she deactivated her lightsaber. "I won't fight you." Then she started in on how her previous remark was just a pathetic cover to hide her loneliness.

She didn't see anything but red.

Tali lunged towards Acalya, swinging brutish and undisciplined slashes at her. Tears ran down her cheeks as she whirled around in a circle, activating her saber's second blade as she did so, and lashed out at the woman's shin. Hopefully taking her by surprise... and taking her foot. Tali didn't care about defending herself, or if she took a nick or a cut here and there. She just swung, and swung, and swung until the evil schutta's defense cracked. She would keep swinging until the schutta's defense cracked. Or she would die.

[Apillis]

Crimson eyes went wide taken aback by the young Jedi's sudden burst of rage and hate as she assaulted the Sith Lord. But it was a pleasant surprise to Vorxere, and even more so precisely what she wanted and sought to make happen. Those dark, drown-victim-like lips of hers curled into a wide, wide menacing grin in response to the results. But she wanted more, she wanted this girl to continue giving into her hate. She could not allow this young Jedi a moments reprieve, a moment to think and center herself -- her hatred is what had to be paramount in this moment.

Hopefully, she can maintain its rage within the girl...

Vorxere never reached for her own lightsaber, instead she relied upon her greatest strength -- her telekinetics. However, she did not unleash her full strength of which upon the girl, she viewed doing so being counter to what she wanted to accomplish. Imposing futility upon the girl she believed would make the girl pause and think... that is not what Vorxere, pushing the girl into the depths of thoughtless rage leading her further into the darkness of her own hatred is where she wanted to lead this girl. So then when she at last opened her eyes, all she found herself was surrounded by were the deep caverns of her own inner darkness and be lost within them. So, rather than impose futility, she instead opted to feeding the girl's frustration... at first.

While laughing in the girl's face, Vorxere redirected Tahlia's attacks -- each swing just ever so narrowly missing the Sith Lord. It was almost as if a cushion of air gently pushed away the girl's blade causing it to be directed elsewhere as Vorxere swiftly moved and evaded the attacks, while still laughing at the girl in mockery and condescension. As a blade came down at her head, Vorxere extended a hand narrowly stopping it from striking her as a seemingly pocket of air between her hand and the blade stopped the blade from progressing any further to slice the Sith Lord apart. Vorxere's diabolical grin widened evermore as she gazed straight into the girl's own crimson eyes, and inquired tauntingly, "You mad?"

Though, the young Jedi's strength empowered by her own rage in the moment, the amount of telekinetic strength Vorxere thought would be adequate enough to hold back the girl's blade would be enough -- proved not to be so. The defense shattered -- Vorxere's eyes widened, she quickly leaped backward -- but she was not swift enough. The tip of the young Jedi's lightsaber grazed the upper right side of Vorxere's chest near her right shoulder. With a hiss as she cringed in pain, clenching and cradling at the wound with her left hand.

She fell to her knees as she clenched at the wound with her left hand, while her right hand planted on the cold metal floor of the ship hangar to hold up her torso as she hissed and gasped in agony of the wound. Her head turned away from the enraged young Jedi as she whimpered meekly, "Please... mercy...", Vorxere now finding herself in such a pathetic position all over a small miscalculation...

Or was it?

[Dire Wolf]

Vorxere was trying to keep the rage within the girl? Even fuel it? Well, it was certainly working.
Her jaw clenched as each swing barely missed, almost as if the Force itself willed her blade to turn away from that demonic schutta. Each missed swipe threw kerosene on the fire that was her rage, tears rolled down her cheeks and a cry from her lips. The subject of her loneliness was always a sensitive one, which was only exacerbated with the introduction of that miralukan.

And then her blade was outright stopped with telekinesis.
“You mad?”

Her eyes seethed poison, and her otherwise beautiful face was curled up in an almost feral snarl. “I will end you… you… little arrogant schutta.” Tali’s voice was just as poisonous as her glare, and she muscled through the ‘all powerful demon’s’ telekinetic grip. The short red head laughed out loud when the blade seared through her tormentor’s right shoulder. Granted, it was only a graze, but she was so wea that she simply fell to her knees. Clutching the wound like some weak child.

“Mercy,” she laughed, “Mercy?! You expect me to give you mercy after all of…. Of… that!” She moved the end of her saber so that it hovered a few inches from the woman’s neck. “You said my mother, my real mother, never loved me enough to safeguard me from harm. That same woman was my master, AND she opted to sacrifice her peers for some girl that she barely knew. You lie worse than a Jedi, schutta.”

Then her baleful red eyes widened a little when she felt no lie from the words. Only her own denial. Tears of anger and confusion rolled down her cheeks then, and she sent a kick at the woman’s side. “You’re a liar,” the girl said as she pushed her will at the woman’s shoulder, hoping to knock her over. “Master wouldn’t… she…,” the girl couldn’t really even be understood after that. What was understood though, was the sudden and quick flash of her lightsaber. One that was made with a simple flick of her wrist, and would have decapitated the woman’s head sure as if she was made of space cheese.

[Apillis]

Would have... should have, if only...

With her head turned away from Tahlia as if ashamed of her current pathetically weakened position before the young Knight. Though her head turned away from the girl, hiding her face from the young Jedi, Vorxere's ever so wide diabolical grin could grow no wider. The young Jedi's invectives and charges and denials filled with venom and indignation via the circumstance she is largely ignorant to. Such events are motions and tools to be used, any Sith Lord or practitioner of the Force at large really, should recognize this. So much can be accomplished and chain reactions set into motion with just the right dissection of words in analysis to the proceedings that compose a person.

Poisonous words when smeared upon the face of those events can fester, and cause a person to rot from within by the poison's corrosion. That is the work of the dark side, and Vorxere knew this and knew it well -- not just as a practitioner but as a victim herself. Why not use the poison that withered your heart to wither another's in turn? To defeat a foe through the same means you have been defeated, forcing them to experience what you have, at last not just to see through yours and know your suffering, but rather die inside as you have. That is a victory beyond any other.

It is also a lesson and legacy in which Vorxere desperately wants to spread into the next generation, especially with those who share her blood. It is an enlightenment in its own way, not necessarily in the conventional sense, but it is an awareness into ones own turmoil and the dark side that lingers within all sentients. Everyone has felt a piece of themselves die, and everyone quietly fears the whole of their soul experiencing an inward death -- something that can never be taken back or walked away from. There is power in such fear, such inward affliction and torment. It angers and enrages, to be enraged is the articulation of inward suffering. When Vorxere sees this, she knows she has met her mark. For rage will deny what is benevolent and compassionate for malice and hatred -- trading the light for darkness.

With a meager sounding grunt Vorxere fell meekly to the cold metal floor of the hangar when Tahlia shoved her with boot. But as the young Jedi raised her blade for what she believed to be a swift coup de grace, Vorxere's ever so wide grin was laid bear and visible to the girl as she turned to her back. Turning her palms upward as if presenting an offering to the girl, but the offering was nothing more than the power of the dark side that Vorxere channeled as severe lightning through her unleashed from the fingertips of her hands her fingers were curled like talons.

The immense power of the lightning fanned out wide in an immense forty five degree angle before Vorxere. The bolts crawling across the metal floor while others stretching out as far as the ceiling and walls opposite to where Vorxere herself lay within the hangar as her torso is only propped up by her elbows. Yet the despite the intensity of the lightning itself, oddly they did little to push back the darkness of the shadows enveloping much of the hangar itself. Perhaps because these vicious bolts of lightning of the dark side that Vorxere channeled through herself, Vorxere was channeling from those shadows -- the dark side that filled the vessel, Sensorium, itself -- her very domain as it were.

Vorxere maintained her channeling of the dark side's energy into lightning from her fingertips as she rose herself from the cold metal floor back onto her feet, picking herself up with her own telekinetics. Upon being back on her feet her channeling of the lightning ceased with one final large blast of it that roared and rumbled almost light thunder within the hangar. Even after her ceasing to channel the dark side's energy made into lightning, sparks continued to randomly snap and spark off the floor, walls, and railings within the hangar, anywhere the lightning may have touched and struck.

She then tauntingly blew the tips of her fingers as if blowing the smoke off the barrel of a fired gun. Her grin became a warm smile at Tahlia, somewhat like what a proud mother or guardian would give to their child or ward. The wound on the upper left side of her chest she did not seem to ignore, but rather -- feeding off it as if she were more reveling in the pain itself, empowering herself with it.

Taking in a deep breath and slowly exhaling it, she uttered to Tahlia with that proud smile with a shade of amusement to it, "You have answered to your hate... it seethes in you even now... You want to spill my blood... Good. You answer to your feelings of rage, but how much of that pain knotting you up inside is strengthening yourself within to unleash against me. If you want to kill me, don't do it with some silly little diatribe and quick coup de grace. Do it with all that hatred. Don't think about it, don't posture -- JUST DO IT!", Vorxere's eyes lit with an enthralled passion with those last three words, "Otherwise your opponent gets nothing out of it. And most of all you get nothing out of it."

Though that smile of hers grew a little as went on to say, "But... I lie worse than a Jedi, huh? While most of my contemporaries fall in line with the propaganda 'that Jedi lie', I have always seen Jedi as being fairly honest sorts. To a fault really. So... while you may be trying to say I'm a terrible liar... subconsciously you likely know my words are true... I could... if you like... prove my words true to you. See just how much of a liar your 'master' is... and how far she was willing to fall for one -- but never you; and show just how truthful I am to you... With me... you will never be alone, and I will never abandon you as she did, lie to you as she did.

"After all, have I not been honest already about how I am your family? Did your 'master' ever extend to you the same courtesy and respect? Or instead give you some cheap anecdotal advice to delude yourself with, while keeping you blind to the reality right in front of your face like an ignorant child as is the staple of all Jedi supposed 'wisdom'? Do you think it was because she feared the two of you being separated? Violating Jedi tenets maybe? Hmph. Don't you think if she truly valued you, she would have cast away her position as a Jedi and their nonsensical tenets for you? Isn't that part of what love is? A willingness to sacrifice yourself for another, placing another above yourself. Heh. However, is that technically not also part of the Jedi tenets themselves? So, she ignored that as well in regards to you... Curious, isn't it?"

[Dire Wolf]

Tali's lips curled about in a chershire grin as she moved to behead the woman who had caused her far too much trouble. The very thought of the blue saber searing through her neck, severing the spine and the jugular, and watching that head roll away unceremoniously made her tremble. Hatred and Pain did indeed flow through her as she did it, and the woman threw her hands up as a final, desperate act to get mercy. Perfect. Though it wasn't a final, or desperate act. Powerful lightning curled from the tips of her fingers, and slammed into her with enough force to send her well off of her feet.

The girl hit the ground with a thump and rolled, bolts of lightning dancing about her form as she halted, contorting around in an attempt to escape the lightning. Electricity burned through her body, causing her to scream and cry in a mixture of pain and fury. Tali would have hers. The woman began to speak again, even as the girl was smoldering from the brief shock of lightning. Anger kept her strong and not feeling the pain, though, and she rose like some kind of smoking beast. Those baleful eyes holding hatred, as was her face, "You talk too much."

Blue erupted from the hilt of her saber as it flew towards her hand, and she sprinted towards the woman, screaming. The woman wanted to kill her slowly, with hatred, she would do it. It blinded her, the hatred, to everything but killing her. The liar. Just as she neared the woman, the girl thrust the star forward, hoping to singe her guts to nothing. "I don't dislike you. I don't even hate you. I abhor you. If you think I'd ever join you or anything you stand for, you're a bigger idiot than I believed before. I would sooner be caged and dead than under you. And shutup about her! You dont' know what you're talking about!"

Angry tears rolled down her eyes as she continued to stab at the woman, hoping to impale her on the edge of her blade multiple times. Tali wanted to see this woman suffer for what she tried to do, and for being in league with the person who was trying to hurt Rin, and for lieing to her master. For everything.

[Apillis]

Seeing the furious girl before her, Vorxere stood just gazing upon her with those crimson eyes with their sunken, corpse-like manner with dark rings around them. Simply staring at the young thing, so vibrant and full of life still. Yet, there was a dissatisfaction that Vorxere still possessed in regards to the girl. She clearly did not know enough, hatred is blinding, but it needed to be tempered into a weapon -- not wild and out of control. The young Knight has only tasted the dark side, but she is little more than a layman in actually using it. That takes time, and something that needs to be fostered and honed.

As the girl outrage was voiced as she charged for Vorxere, there was only but a mild smirk of amusement in response to the words uttered. Leaping to the side as she pulled a simple metal crate that was stacked among many within the hangar, Vorxere moved with her mind as flew with tremendous speed. As the girl's lightsaber so very narrowly missed Vorxere via leaping to the side, it instead sundered the metal crate with ease. Though, Vorxere took quite a few steps backward away from the girl.

Still the young Jedi came after, though. The two halves of the metal crate swirled around Vorxere, who thus far had yet to act outside of self-defense. While her striking back with lightning she had channeled utterly from the dark side was a powerful display, nevertheless Vorxere was still avoiding going all out with the girl. However, as the thoung Knight became more and more furious and Vorxere giving her more ground with each assault. Vorxere begun to think she may soon have to resort to more harsh action than has been thus far within this confrontation as her primary action of avoidance is starting to become too dangerous of a tactic.

With the next assaults Vorxere used the two halves of the sundered metal crate to deflect and redirect the attacks made at her. Though the young Jedi's lightsaber simply cleaved right through the metal crate pieces with ease, still they served their purpose to slow Tahlia down if even just a little so Vorxere can move out of the blade's path. The Sith Lord did not want to use her own lightsaber for this confrontation, but she was beginning to realize that she may very well have to. Just as the last piece of the metal crate was sliced into a useless inanimate object that Vorxere could no longer use for cover to continue her avoidance of direct conflict, her lightsaber flew off of her belt into her hand instantly -- immediately igniting its blade. The bright blood red blade burst into existence with ambient hum, abruptly clashed Tahlia's own sapphire hued blade.

Voxere swiftly jumped back away from the young Jedi creating some distance between them once again.

"Is this all you are, young Jedi?", she taunted, "This is all you have to offer?", Vorxere scoffed at the young Jedi solely in attempt to make the girl's blood boil a little more.

Jauntily Vorxere twirled her lightsaber in her right hand into her preferred reverse grip before she went onto say while staring straight into the young Jedi's crimson eyes mirror her own, "Young Jedi, recognize... as of right now... I am all you have left. Kirin is gone from your life... Rin -- you should know as well as I that it was only a matter of time until she would fall... again. Do you really think you can return to the Jedi? Perhaps that is why you 'abhor' me so much... Whatever crimes in your mind I may have committed... you know right now -- I am all that you have. Would you really want to destroy that?"

But it was then the dark sorceress' lips curled into a grin giving the same offer that lead a former apprentice down the dark path, "But... if nothing else... you can join me to learn how to kill me... As you are now -- it is not enough -- but it can be in time... if you join me. After all, within the dark side all things end in death. You learn from me, become stronger -- gaining my knowledge to enhance your own, and destroy me with your greater power proving yourself the superior... Or die in the attempt. Is that not appealing? Does that desire not burn within you?", Vorxere's vivid crimson eyes narrowed penetratingly into the young Jedi's own, "Or is it only a childish blind hatred you possess?"

[Dire Wolf]

(sorry for the delay and the crap post. I'm trying to get my brain back into the writing mindset after not even having time to think of it for so long)

Each of her swipes met nothing but some random piece of debris or crate that split apart and flew to her sides as her blade met them. The Force may have had something to do with it, but that was another matter. Tali could feel herself getting closer to the demoness with each attack, and that sense only fueled the fire in her chest and grew a twisted grin on her face.

There. Her blade was too close for the woman to use another crate to slow her arm. All of her supposed ethereal might meant nothing as that scintillating blue star crashed towards her shoulder, and would surely sear through it and down across her breasts to the opposite hip. That twisted grin only grew as the world slowed to a crawl, and the flickering light of her saber caused shadows that were as black as a void in the world to dance across the corpse woman's face.

But there another light entered the world. One that clashed with her blue to create a purple glow on her enemy's face, and cast the shadows away from her sight. It was a red blade. Surprise didn't breed hesitation or inaction, however, as the woman simply brought the blade around for another pass... for nothing. Vorxere had already jumped away and begun to wag that tongue that she believed was made of silver.

The ginger smiled sweetly. Though it belied the rage that burned in her eyes. It was an obviously false smile, thin as the air atop a great mountain and it soon vanished. "Oh, the desire to grow strong enough to kill you is there," she trailed off, staring into empty space. Her lightsaber crept back into its hilt, and her other hand seemed to habitually clench. Or so it seemed. "But you desire something too, I think. Almost as much as I want to kill you. You want a pupil. Someone to teach your trade, and your way of thought. Otherwise you would have just killed me."

A genuine smile cracked across her lips. That off hand flicked towards her, and with it a few stacks of heavy crates fell towards the woman. They weren't meant to kill, but the girl wouldn't have shed a tear if they did. Instead she sped off towards what her senses told her was the ship she came in on. Silently thanking her master, her REAL master, for running her so hard for so long as she was but a blur that even a space kenyan would be proud of.