#braccarigger

          This... Was definitely not the intended destination she’d been hoping for. Alright, this wasn’t the first time she’d found herself suspended in space. Quickly righting herself and wrapping herself in her threads to ensure she didn’t succumb to vacuum of space, she took a moment to gather her bearings and look around to see exactly where she might’ve ended up. The star system wasn’t one she was familiar with however, no constellations she recognized, no specific gaseous stars she knew-- well shit. However, there was one thing she was picking up instinctively. Pain. Heartstrings tattered by agony, trauma, loss. Her head snapped into that general direction and she stared out into the empty space as though it held some kind of answer. 

It did-- it was just coming in quite quickly. A craft of sorts, she wondered who or what was on it but the closer it came to her; the more her own heart lurched and twisted in the confides of her ribs. Who put this person through this much pain? Almost immediately she wanted a name just so she could go pulverize the bastard who’d do something to promote this much agony in one person. She almost didn’t realize how close the ship was due to that feeling though, eyes widening and her frame shifting back, she was quick to calculate what her position was on her band and set it to retransport her to her location again in a few moments when the ship would have collided with her to put herself inside of it. 

         “  Oh?  I’m  wrong?  ”  

         This  peaked  his  interest,  looking at  the  younger with  an  animated expression.  He  was  almost  surprised by  his  boldness to  even  speak  back  to  him.  A  Jedi.  All  of  them  were  selfish in  their  teachings, selfish  with  holding in  the  Force, setting  a  way,  and  to  banish  those  who  won’t  use  the  Force  for  their  agenda.

         All  of  them  dead.  Sadly, he  wasn’t  a  part  of  it.

         “  A  choice?  Not  many  have  a  choice in  what  they  are!  ”  words  snapped with  bared  canines. Maul’s jaws  then  clamped shut  as  golden hues  looked  down  upon  claws  hands,  “  To  give  in.  As  if  it’s  giving  in.  You  know  nothing,  youngling. Nothing  at  all.  I  fought. I  survived.  ”

her lips twisted into a snarl beneath her helmet -- as kestis’s fingers curled around the holocron. stupid, foolish padawan. . . doesn’t he know that those who stand in the way of the second sister always find themselves at the end of her saber? igniting her blade, she let her rage hum inside her as loudly as the weapon before her. she had FAILED. but not for long. . . pacing beneath the ledge he crouched on, trilla weighed her options -- listening as he spoke but keeping her eyes fixed on her goal in his hands. trilla was fast, breathtakingly so, and she could be on that ledge in a matter of seconds. . . but seconds was all kestis needed. his padawan reflexes might not be refined, but they were strong. she growled into her helmet -- a trapped animal for the time being. his words, however, brought the echoing click of her heels to a halt. you were a jedi at one point. “ so. you’ve seen my face, you’ve touched my saber and now you claim to know me. ” the helmet distorted her voice, adding an extra growl to rumble already present, “ cere junda is a failed knight who knows nothing but betrayal. she’ll use you and leave you for dead just as she did to me. you are not special. not to her, anyway. ” it’s then, that the second sister had an idea. her spine straightened, and she turned off her lightsaber. . . even taking the risk to stow the weapon on the back of her uniform. long, gloved fingers reach for her helmet, disengaging it to reveal her face. sunken, tired green eyes met cal’s -- burning with rage and. . . was that fear beneath it all? “ aligning with cere is a death sentence. but i can give you something different. i can show you your true power, cal kestis. cere cannot keep you safe and train you to your full potential. . . but i can. ”