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2 hours ago
Burning ember eyes narrowed behind the mask as Sah'sha entered the acolyte barracks yet again. All the beds were occupied, including that of his prey...but something was off. He dampened his Presence and strode through the room towards her bed. Close to, the lump in the sheets looked suspicious.
He kicked the lump, a huff of amused annoyance escaping as the sad thump of thin bedding tumbled onto the floor.
So she thought she could hide? So be it.
He strode back out from the barracks, his presence reigniting once he had crossed the threshold. He paused, using his advanced Sense to sweep through the floor of the flagship. There were only so many places to hide, and she was exhausted. Prone to making more mistakes. She could not be far...
Sah'sha's helmet turned towards the medbay. Perception flooded his gaze as a small dark lump he had not registered before came into sharp focus. There. Slumped against the bulwark where the corridor to the medbay branched off from the main walkway, was a lump of dark acolyte robes and darker hair. Well camouflaged against the interior of the ship.
He approached, the heavy footballs more ominous for how muted they were. Sah'sha folded his arms over his chest as he studied her, letting his presence blaze through the Force. The exhaustion was telling now; dark smudges under her eyes, hair a mess still after the previous spar, skin paler and the patched-up damage not healing as fast as it normally would. She stirred as her danger sense had to yell in her ear at his proximity, brown eyes twitching open and widening in despair.
Despair...that was new, from her. He savoured the taste. He knelt next to her, the mask close to her face and the burning ember eyes piercing the brown orbs. He cupped her chin in a brief mockery of tenderness.
"Training pit. Now."
Those words had never held such promise of pain.
He released her chin and yanked her up by her arm, his grip bruising as he did not let go, dragging her bodily towards the elevator. She'd shown her desperation in seeking to scrape a few more moments of rest by trickery. Now she would suffer for daring to mislead him...
He would never admit to being amused by the attempt.
He kicked the lump, a huff of amused annoyance escaping as the sad thump of thin bedding tumbled onto the floor.
So she thought she could hide? So be it.
He strode back out from the barracks, his presence reigniting once he had crossed the threshold. He paused, using his advanced Sense to sweep through the floor of the flagship. There were only so many places to hide, and she was exhausted. Prone to making more mistakes. She could not be far...
Sah'sha's helmet turned towards the medbay. Perception flooded his gaze as a small dark lump he had not registered before came into sharp focus. There. Slumped against the bulwark where the corridor to the medbay branched off from the main walkway, was a lump of dark acolyte robes and darker hair. Well camouflaged against the interior of the ship.
He approached, the heavy footballs more ominous for how muted they were. Sah'sha folded his arms over his chest as he studied her, letting his presence blaze through the Force. The exhaustion was telling now; dark smudges under her eyes, hair a mess still after the previous spar, skin paler and the patched-up damage not healing as fast as it normally would. She stirred as her danger sense had to yell in her ear at his proximity, brown eyes twitching open and widening in despair.
Despair...that was new, from her. He savoured the taste. He knelt next to her, the mask close to her face and the burning ember eyes piercing the brown orbs. He cupped her chin in a brief mockery of tenderness.
"Training pit. Now."
Those words had never held such promise of pain.
He released her chin and yanked her up by her arm, his grip bruising as he did not let go, dragging her bodily towards the elevator. She'd shown her desperation in seeking to scrape a few more moments of rest by trickery. Now she would suffer for daring to mislead him...
He would never admit to being amused by the attempt.
