[center][b][u]Guide~l~Jayda: Sep and Fallenreaper[/u][/b][/center]

Jayda’s body moved quickly from the medical bay, her boots clipped and set an almost ruthless pace. The metal hallway echoed her urgency far too well for her enjoyment that only aided to make her more edgy. Her mind set on two things: Sish and covering her own ass. His words still echoed in her attention, his word choice seemed to hint for something she hoped was a mere lie, a ruse to dig out ever Light she might’ve had. The very Light that should’ve died a long time ago when Jayda had turned. If she did protect the Jedi, even subconsciously, then it was unlikely she would be living much longer. At least [i]if[/i] another Sith discovered it. Her hearts seemed to thump relentless within her chest, both to spur her onwards and increase her speed. Once that was over, the Apprentice intended to check on Sish and retrieve her lightsaber.
 
Once clear from the man’s furious glare, Jayda had time to reflect upon the Jedi’s odd leg with the painful realization. No one was supposed to remove anything that wouldn’t grow back. That meant someone, a Sith likely, had in their arrogance or stupidity disobeyed the Darth’s orders! In the back of her mind, Jayda had desperately hoped it hadn’t been Sish. She had believed he won’t be that reckless but he did have a temper and the likeliest suspect onboard to commit such a crime. In the end, it would only take the right buttons pushed before Sish’s temper got the better of him. Especially since he almost killed the first Padawan victim until she reminded him about the Darth’s orders. Did the Transhadon just keep forgetting on purpose? She didn’t like Sish giving the Darth a reason to eject him before Jayda managed to kill the bastard,,,more and more that seemed unlikely to happen. The notion of Sish’s death by other means then her own doing created a slight anger from within her, the wrath brought to surface as a darker and more chaotic energy. Like before within the arena, what seeped off didn’t seem completely right. Especially, since it had come from the normally well controlled Zabrak Apprentice. 
 
It went unnoticed for several paces until Jayda finally noted it thanks to a minor headache. Ironic her Light managed to hurt others while her Dark managed to hurt her most. She didn’t understand why, doubted she ever would completely understand her relationship with the Force itself. She stopped abruptly, body grinded to a stop and once more tried to maintain a measure of degree over her temper. A faint hope to ease the built tense anyone could likely sense. Surprisingly it had become a bit more difficult than usual. The reason for such trouble was slightly unknown to her yet she knew it was wise to leash it soon, last thing she needed was Sish doing it for her. That would release all of her hatred, pain and misery at once and her advantage would’ve been lost. Not to mention the effort to begin again.
 
The Zabrak made a mental note to combat mediate as soon as she could. Likely after she erased the evidence, deal with Sish and retrieved her lightsaber. Dealing with the Lizard would be rather tiring itself but not nearly what she needed. Jayda stood in place a little longer, ensured her anger and energy didn’t leak out for several moments. The worst part is she still showed obvious signs of just getting out of the Kolto tank. That made her weak to others in her mind. 

Guide was doing what could only be described as musing as he walked through the halls of the ship. How could apprentices be so… rebellious nowadays? So resistant to the wisdom that came with age and the experience he had. He even doubted that she had even known who she was beforehand but the main thing was that she knew now. He felt a strange, greying presence looking down to see a Zabrak apprentice. No doubt another of his Nieces pets or toys or whatever she classed them as. Yet another one who would likely not know who he was, and yet another who would try and overrule him. Another who would feel pain but not cruelty, simply instruction.

Her eyes flickered up at sighting an older Sith. For a moment the Zabrak was slightly surprised, not many lived to that age or at least she had encounter which weren’t many. Immediately her head bowed slightly, averted her eyes and careful not to touch him as she made her way past. Just ahead of her was an Acolyte and her target, her mind recognized the male human’s robe that gave away his position. Jayda wasn’t fazed at the man’s sudden reaction. He pressed lips, his face clear disgust on spotting her approach and quickly made to avoid her. Naturally she was faster. Jayda hastily skirted her direction a little farther to the left, her path made to block his escape as her form stepped just in front of his way to the nearest door. The Zabrak cleared her throat then spoke. 

“Would you know the location of Sith Lord Sish.” 

“Get lost Impure… I don’t know where your filthy master is. It’s a pity you didn’t die in your little accident,” the Acolyte snarled, hopeful to get a reaction out of her. 

Jayda merely stood firmly there, her face blank though underneath she felt the hatred rise. Not because she couldn’t tolerate the human’s views but because time was important. The longer he delayed her, likely the more trouble Sish would get in and more certain she was certain he would get himself killed. Jayda inhaled. Then she tried to focus, her Force reached out to the stubborn Acolyte’s mind. The man seemed to sense her intention because he tensed and started to fight back. The Zabrak felt herself stiffen, clashed with the man’s will as it seemed to push back a little harder than she expected. In return he shook off her mental grip like a dog shaking away water. 

“Nice try Impure but you’re worthless attempts is rather pitiful.” Human shoved past, his shoulder clashed with hers on the way. 

The Apprentice turned back to watch him go and looked at her hand, a little irked she failed. “What am I doing wrong?” 
 
The acolyte suddenly found himself turning around and walking back to the couple. His eyes widened and moved back and forth as he looked at the Zabrak. “Wha… What are you doing to me?” At that moment the elderly Sith walked around behind the Zabrak with his arms behind his back. “She is learning right now in a lesson. That is what she is currently doing Acolyte-” He walked beside her. While he didn’t like non-Sith he proffered the Zabrak species to the Human Species. The Zabrak integrated to Sith society and did not try and take it over, they aided it and helped it grow more powerful. “You are a mere Acolyte, she is an Apprentice. She asks you a question and you answer it, now. Or I will make sure that she gets her answer one way or another.” He waited for the Acolytes response, he was scared out of his wits, not saying anything. The acolyte didn’t know what to do and he almost wanted to laugh although he had decades to perfect his control over his body language and vocal tendencies. 

“So what will it be acolyte?”

Personally Jayda looked as shocked as the Acolyte, her eyes slightly widened and inside knew this couldn’t have been her doing. She couldn’t completely force someone to do this with her lacking training. Then movement came from behind her, the Zabrak’s body stilled so not to move, while the earlier elderly Sith had moved to the front. His words caused an eyebrow to raise in question at this bizarre reaction. Namely since kindness or even something close to it was rare, especially for an impure like herself. Her eyes watched him a little more with deep confusion until he spoke to the man. Currently she was willing to learn what she could from this incase she needed it. 

Naturally the man struggled, the fear clear in his eyes, while his body tensed. His mind attempted to release the Sith’s hold even if out of his fallen pride. Jayda could feel it seep from him but merely made no sound, allowing the Sith to teach her in his own way. Besides, what good would her questions do other than irritate him? Jayda had a feeling the older Sith would’ve knocked her on her ass for any ignorance showed so best be silent.

“She’s an impure… Apprentice or not. Her master’s nothing but a Lizard.” The man’s frighten voice attempted to reason with the Sith, though it trembled. 

“That may be true of her Master, and she is Impure in comparison to me. However you are far more so. Your kind are a scourge far more than hers is. None of you deserve a place within the Sith Order that is one thing you should know. Since the Jed’aii order kicked you out hundreds of years ago you have done nought but spread like a plague. Also-” Without so much as a move, so much as a flinch the Acolyte was removed from his feet and moved in an upward left direction from his feet and then moved across to the other side of the corridor and then after hitting his head and falling to the floor pushed his way back to his feet automatically even though he still appeared dazed.

Guide then turned his head to the Zabrak. “Who told you how to use a Mind Trick Apprentice? For they should be an apprentice themselves. You must believe what you are saying when are implanting the idea in their head, make them believe it is their own fully and completely.”

Jayda flinched, briefly, when the man went flying. In her mind she could almost hear the smack from an invisible hand when the man’s feet left the floor, his body smacked the other wall easily. The Pureblood looked at her then and spoke. She wasn’t sure what stung more, the fact he was right or that it was more obvious by a mere glance. Her pride wasn’t pleased with that fact, made worse since it showed she was easy prey. She took a breathe then spoke, truthfully. It pointless to lie when the truth was plain in sight.

“Sadly, yes. My Master is a Trandoshan as for my Mind Trick, it’s currently self taught. My master’s mental abilities are...” for a moment Jayda had struggled for a suitable word. Many sprang to mind but she settled on one phrase. “Less than ideal to learn from. Currently, what I’ve managed is only self taught without any reference to go on.” 

She stepped forward to the woozy Acolyte when his form started to raise slowly, once more upon his feet and clearly unwillingly. Jayda’s mind wandered to the Sith’s words, her mind seemed to consider them then whispered. “Make them believe it.” 

Then the Apprentice attempted once more. Her mind reached with the thought in mind, the strong desire and slight coaxing to suggest the idea was their own. It was difficult to acquire the right feeling for it yet the man’s weakened mind seemed well suited for her level. 

“You want to tell me where Sith Lord Sish is,” The slight distaste in saying his name was soft, however she focused upon the task at hand. There was little resistance when the man answered. 

“He was heading to the Jedi Prison Cells last I saw. I’ve no idea where his current whereabouts are.” 

After the Acolyte's words, Jayda released him. He was no farther use to her and digging for more information was pointless when he had little more. She still seemed dissatisfied with her performance, her form stepped back and then looked to the Sith to see what he would do. 

This Trandoshan was a bit of a evil aboard the ship and Guide didn’t quite know how to feel about him without meeting him however this Apprentice had potential. There were too many Dark Side only users who planned to take over and corrupt the Galaxy and gain more and more power for themselves he liked this Apprentice. She seemed ambitious but not overly ambitious and was certain not to rise above her station. Not to mention the fact that from what he had seen so far she was a quick learner as he sensed no deception in what the acolyte was saying, none at all.

Guide would of smiled however he was better than to simply show his emotions openly to someone other than his niece and even then it was a bit of a rarity that he would show any form of emotion even anger. He simply nodded his head and turned to her. 

“You are a quick learner. No matter how much your master neglects your training in certain aspects you can always make up for it.” He paused and began to walk away without saying so much as a word.
 
If Jayda didn’t know better, and she did, she would’ve believed there was some sense of accomplishment there. However her Zabrak pride cried she could’ve done better. Not for power but merely the sense of doing a job accurately and a trait most her race shared and practice on her homeworld. Usually to the extent of broken bone or bleeding after endless practice. The Sith nodded his approval in her effort yet she refrained from smiling, her face unbroken by the fitting gesture. It wouldn’t do to show something so minor had such an effect upon her or to appear smug about it. 

“A student is only as good as her teacher.” Jayda replied after him, not expected him to bother with a reply or acknowledge it. 

She knew her place having learned among others though this turn of events had seemed rather strange to her. She admitted his words made her slightly worried. Mainly since it forced her to watch her step as well as become a potential target, at least among Sith who would she was rising to far above her role, a risk in itself. The Apprentice preferred to be in the background rather than draw attention because it was so much easier to kill off any threats to her, the only reason power to her was required. However Jewel’s words still echoed in her head that she could be stronger and the fact the Zabrak seemed to not belong in either world. What effect it might have in the future seemed to unnerve Jayda most of all.