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Sypher was still holding Nalean by the shoulders then he smiled at her words. He whispers again to her.

"If you believe it then I will help you."

 

Sypher step forward and let his hand brush her soft skin on her face again as he stepped up to the Jedi and called the Jedi's saber into his hand and ignites it.

"The next time you lay eyes on this blade...It will be in your heart."

 

Syphers words were powerful and deadly as he turned towards Nalean and nodded.

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Wipes the spit off her face calmly, looking to Sypher. Turning back around, her hands are then on the Jedi's throat, foregoing her Sith training and returning to her childhood in which death was hands on.

 

"I'll kill you with my bare hands," she hissed, digging her nails into his jugular, "and I'll feed on you with my ancestors." Tearing herself back from him, she stood, the gouged flesh under her nails both bothering and comforting to her. She twists about, kicking out, catching the Jedi in the jaw with her foot. Her rage reaching a peak it never has before, white hot, she reaches out for him and lifts him off the ground, her whole body trembling with lust and anger and hatred. She slams him against a wall, then runs over, skidding the last few feet.

 

Reaching up, she grabs a small brace and rips it down. She puts it against the Jedi's arm, eyes flashing.

 

"I will torture you until you beg for death."

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Licks the blood from the Jedi's chin with obvious relish. Her eyes flutter closed for a split second. Then the broken metal presses slowly into his forearm. Blood begins to well up as the skin breaks. Holding him up with the Force, she holds his arm in one hand, the metal in her other. Then she begins hacking away at the beginnings of a wound, tearing up his flesh with a sadistic grin on her face, her eyes sparkling merrily.

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*crys out in shear pain, my anger my hatred, my pain burning through my body the feel of the force renewed in my body*

 

I>....WILLL...NOT>....TURN......

 

*feels you start to hack at the wound as i twitch in shear pain crying out my anger at my situation back building to a massive explosion waiting to happen*

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She giggles at your situation, feeling your stuggle, feeling the Dark Side begin to be acknowledged. The pure emotions, the passions, were starting to show.

 

"Soon," she said on a sigh, ceasing the simple torture of his arm, licking the blood and congealed matter off the twisted metal, "soon you will know what real power is. What freedom and truth are." Trailing the metal along the gashes she made with her nails, she contemplated shoving it into his throat and ending it now, more pleasure for her in the immediate.

 

No. She shut her eyes. The bloodlust had to be controlled. She had to keep him alive, had to turn him. He would be a great ally. Instead, she tucked the metal into her robe for later use, just in case. Staring into the Jedi's eyes, she began to choke him, the Force flowing through her, curling around his throat as her hands had just moments ago. She shivered at the sound. She had always enjoyed choking people to death, it was the ultimate thrill.

 

"I have many more tortures," Nalaen said with an honest smile, "and I can find all the tools I need right around here. Don't tempt me. Join me."

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side glancing jin with my saber in his hand my hands around my throat the pain the anger and rage well up inside of me my struggle to control it and looses*

 

 

ARRRRHHHHHHHH

 

*you are suddenly thrown back your concentration lost the shock from my force wave throwing you all my lightsaber returning to my hand a snarl on my face my speed and agility on my feet has returned my saber ignites i ram it through your leg as the other hand points to Jin streaks of blood red lighting ripping from my hand*

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She bursts out laughing, the pain meaning nothing to her. Her leg will heal, she's had worse wounds. It will be another battle wound, one she can recount to her people with pride, of how it was from a Jedi she saved, a Jedi she had shown the truth to.

 

"Release your anger! Unleash your true power! Passion is everything in life, and it will guide others to their deaths! Feed on the Force, the true side of the Force." Her eyes blazed with pride and happiness, her mind and sabre at the ready, however, in case he turned on her.

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"Fool."

The lightning was twisted by the force inside him to hit the ceiling as he pulls the black cloth wrapped saber hilt. He ignighted it and the black auraed blade was lit and ready to strike.

"Would you like to try that again."

Sypher was white hot inside but cool and collected throughout this was his first test of power.

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Gestures to Sypher to hold off as she continues to ignore the burning sharp pain in her leg. She doesn't even want to look at the hole she knows has to be gaping clean through. All she could hope was that there hadn't been much or any bone damage. At the moment, she was relying heavily on the Force to keep her up and to keep the vague tendrils of shock at bay.

 

"That's right," she said softly, something close to sympathy coming to her face, "the Jedi are afraid and want to keep everyone in line with their ideals. The truth means nothing to them, as long as everyone sticks with their antiquated ways of order." She shakes her head. "But order at the cost of intelligence and the pointless slaving of the soul, of the Force, is wrong. They lie about the Sith because we know power. We know freedom. Those, along with truth, are things they never want you to have."

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Glances to Sypher and smiles, then returns to the Jedi . . . EX-Jedi.

 

"I suppose we can go . . . of course, there may be things that need to be taken care of. Your two companions, for example? And where is the Dark Lord? Is he in need of anything?" Looks around, using her moderate pain to fuel the Force.

 

Her eyes go back to the one she turned. "Your name? I can no longer think of you as a mere Jedi. Not when your eyes have been opened."

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Sypher deactivated the lightsaber and went over to Nalean.

"Are you alright Nalean."

He was near her and looked at her sincerely and thought. He then twisted the force inside him to light powers and eld the hand close to her wound and slowly healed it taking a few minutes to close the wound.

"The Jedi do however know a few nice tricks."

He smiles at her

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Chuckles at Sypher, eyes flashing.

 

"But isn't caring enough to heal someone an emotion? So wouldn't that be forbidden? If you did things for people on a detached level, that could be considered Jedi, but if you were detached, you wouldn't care about what you did, which would make you apathetic. Which would mean you weren't Jedi." Wrinkles her nose as she starts talking in circles. "You know, that's why I could never accept them." Flicks some hair out of her face. "Emotions are life." Smiles faintly, looking about, then moves her leg which still pangs. "Thank you," she said softly, returning her attention to the ex-Jedi.

 

Why would they be hiding from him? "Can't you trick them or something? You know what, they aren't important. We have to figure out what is going on here." Frowns. She was still a student for sods sakes. Where was Revan? He was the head of this whole thing.

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Nalaen stood there, looking around, feeling stronger in the contact. She didn't say anything, just addressed the newly fallen Jedi.

 

"Well, Kale, I think you're quite right." Her voice was just above a deadly hiss. She glanced furtively about, reaching out with the Force, trying to find the action on this machine. Where were the Jedi, where was Revan . . . and the rest of the Sith? The troops?

 

Tipping her head back as she craned her neck, she said to Sypher, "I suppose we head to the bridge. This area seems to have been taken care of." Smirks slightly, eyes flashing with mirth.

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He smiled at her when she looked at him and then he looked at Kale as he himself reached out with the force to find the Jedi and yet he could not feel them as if they weren't there. He lowered to Nalean's ear and made it look like he was nibbling it but he whispered. "Be on your guard I cannot sense them and I cannot sense true darkness from him."

 

He pulled away from her slightly simply letting his arms lay over her shoulders now

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Eyes narrow as she frowns, studying the retreating form of the supposed fallen Jedi.

 

"Are you sure?" she murmured, feeling stupid at her ready acceptance of his fall. "His anger and hatred and sudden realisation were honest. It was real." She started to feel betrayed. "If he's lying he will wish that I had tortured and killed him initially. If he's lied to me and betraying me, he will learn a whole new dimention of pain." Bristles, hands gripping into tight fists until her nails cut her palms. Only relieves the bite in her skin when she hears blood pattering to the floor.

 

She heaved a sigh. "Perhaps it's because he is uncertain. He did just fall Sypher. He needs to organise everything. To figure out what he really is. He knows logic -- he should pick the Sith. And if that logic doesn't work, he should appreciate the pain we can inflict." Smiles.

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