Breaking Point [Nitro]

[Fox]

The last glimpse of Lady Sicaria's face Rennek had seen in about a week was the sneer she had given him just before her saber had taken a chunk of his jaw. He had not awoken once during his transport to the Sith Temple of Korriban. She had heard that he had awoken once before surgery and had to be subdued, but things had gone reportedly well since then. After the procedure to fix the damage she had done to him, he had been transferred to a holding cell where he had had minimum contact with any sentient life for days, fed only by service droids.

The door to his cell opened on this particular day, the Sith Lord's figure clearly visible in the light of the hall. Though she wore her usual black robes, her hood had been left down, revealing the entirety of her face to Rennek. Those cold, dead eyes seemed to stare through him as they had done the last time they had met, seeing everything that he was.

"I take it you're fit to stand?" She began plainly. "We've got a lot to do." As her voice danced through the air, it caressed the male's ears and whispered sweet words of promise and hope that only his mind would perceive. Though her influence was subtle, it was often all that was needed. Her hand emerged from the depths of her cloak and extended towards Rennek, the hilt of his saber in her hand. To him, it would hopefully be a sign of good faith. In reality, the last thing she needed was a defenseless apprentice to babysit.

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Rennek sat huddled in the corner of his cell, on the edge of sleep. It was nearing feeding time, and were it not for that, he would still be asleep. Here in the cells, he found little to do but sleep and meditate. As the door opened, he became aware of his lack of clothing. He was in only pants at this point, though the reason he had been stripped of his shirt and shoes was still unknown to him. Instead, he had spent most of his time preoccupied with the device that now encircled the lower portion of his face.

When he looked down, he could see the edges of the mask, covering him from under the chin, to over his nose, with a bit running up the bridge of his nose almost to the bottom of his eyes. He could tell it was black, and made of sort of metal in the front, with a leather band reaching around the base of his skull. Running from his chin to his nose were thin slits, through which he could feel the air in nose, mouth and face. The mask was tight to his skin, though removable. He had removed it once, and passed out from the pain in his face, and awoke in the cell again, the mask fastened back on his face.

The Sith Lady's words danced upon his ears and stood to his feet, walking into the light from the door. His hair hung around his face in a shroud, and there was a slight hiss as he breathed in through the mask, and back out. He walked toward the one who scarred him, and his eyes widened as his own saber emerged from under her cloak, handle toward him. He opened his hand at his side, and pulled the saber through the air gently, grasping the cool metal for the first time in he had no idea how long. He looked at the Sith, whose face he was seeing for the first time.  After a moment, he dropped his gaze to the floor, in a miniature bow of sorts.

"Yes, my master," the words sounded somehow mechanical, but still human, though admittedly a little higher pitch than his usual tone. "Although, I will require clothes..."

[Fox]

The weight of the lightsaber left her hand as Rennek took it and eyed it for a brief moment. Her mind watched him and her body tensed, ready for him to lash out and strike at her. But no such attack came. Instead, his head bowed and his eyes broke contact with hers and trailed to the floor as he let out a somewhat reluctant "Yes, my master." A smirk briefly graced Sicaria's face, both impressed and surprised with how quickly she had broken him. Sure, there may be some fight left in him, but the hard part was over. A seed had already been planted in his mind and she had begun to take root.

A chuckle escaped her throat at his request. "I think you'll have to earn them." She instructed, spinning on her heels and exiting the cell, leaving the door open for Rennek to follow. For their walk, she would remain silent, even if her new apprentice asked her any questions. Now was not the time.

It didn't take long for the pair to reach the open training room, currently empty and devoid of another living soul. "We had a good little scuffle back on Mygeeto, but I want to see what you can really do." Her cloak opened and dropped to the ground, exposing much of her skin to the air. A hand extended and the hilt of her saber levitated away from her hip, igniting in a flash of crimson as she caught it. "Fight for your freedom." She taunted as she took her battle stance; back arched forward, knees slightly bent, saber behind the back.

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You'll have to earn them.

Rennek heard the words, and though he had a new-found fear/respect for this Sith, the old Rennek was still there, and he dropped his eyes to the floor as they walked out of his cell, toward the training courtyard.

"Frigid bitch," Rennek mumbled to himself, under his mask.

He wanted to ask nothing more than when he could earn his clothes, and what exactly she planned to do with him. The courtyard opened vast before the pair, and he heard her speak, though he didn't actually absorb any of her words. Her intention, was clear though as she turned and squared to the apprentice. He hesitated. His arms and hands stiff with his lack of surety.  He wanted to strike, but she had bested him in the alley, and after spending an indeterminate amount of time in lock down, he was sure she would best him again. But he also knew the Sith. If he didn't do as he was told, she would cause him more pain than she had before. He was resolved.

"Do I at least get your name, m'lady?" 

He spoke the words as he lunged forward, feigning a low strike, before harnessing the force around himself and vaulting up over her, igniting his saber and swinging at her shoulder as he flew over her. The ground was firm under his feet as he landed, facing his new masters back, he leveled the blade about her face level, his arm fully extended, his weight slightly on his back foot.