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2 hours ago
Jadzia slumped over the mess hall table, her bowl of rations swimming in front of her eyes. Everything ached. Her bruises had bruising. Her head felt filled with plasticrete and about to float off her shoulders at the same time.
~Eat. Fuel.~
Her hand slowly reached for the spoon, raising the cheerless rations into her mouth. She barely registered the wetness on her cheeks as tears of exhaustion welled up and out of her shredded control. Three bites. That is all she managed before that ominous presence loomed over her shoulder. The wave of malice poured around her bring, declaring who it was. Zia tensed, hand dropping the spoon as she reached for her foil.
His hand caught her wrist and pulled her half upright from the table, the cold mask tilted down towards her.
"Acolyte Jadzia. Training pit. Now."
Sah'sha seized her half empty bowl off the table and pulled her away from her seat, ignoring her struggles and the avoidant stares of the imperials nearby. He shoved her bowl into her hands before tossing her bodily into the pit, the screech of his saber igniting the only warning she got.
Zia scrambled to her feet, brown eyes wide as the masked apprentice strode towards her with almost murderous intent.
~Why the bowl..?~
Her stomach growled as his saber carved through the air towards her, the acolyte Pushing herself as far away from the man as possible, skidding to a halt on the other side of the pit. She scooped a handful of rations into her mouth as Sah'sha lunged after her, forced to duck and dodge the viciously fast slashes of his blade. Zia managed to swallow two mouthfuls before he smashed the bowl out of her hands, cleaving the metal in two. His boot snapped out to kick her hard in the stomach, the blow winding and folding her in two.
Zia's hard earned meal landed on the floor, the woman throwing up as she sank to all fours.
"Get up!"
His saber flashed down towards her neck, the acolyte's danger sense almost deafened by her exhaustion. She managed to roll away in time, his saber slicing the ends of her hair with how close it came. Zia struggled upright, wiping her mouth with her sleeve and drawing her foil to at least meet the punishment head on.
Sah'sha was relentless. Ember eyes burned from behind the mask, his blade slashing and smashing at her defences. Zia was forced to give more and more ground, ducking, dodging and parrying when she could. Her attempts to break his rhythm and press her own attack were swiftly punished, her foil almost cleaved in two by his ferocity.
His clawed knuckles caught her lip as she couldn't quite evade his punch. Her blood dripped from his gauntlet as his saber punished her leg for not moving out of his attack path, stopping short of severance but leaving a deep, burning gash up over her knee towards her hip. Zia fell to the ground, crying in fresh pain and exhaustion, grasping at her leg with her offhand even as her main hand still gripped the foil to defend. Sah'sha finished the spar by smashing the foil out of her hand and holding the tip of his saber an inch from her throat.
He gazed down at her, the otherwise empty training pit silent. He disignited his saber and knelt beside her, holding her chin and wiping a smear of blood from her lip. Zia shook with suppressed sobs, brown eyes full of her misery yet still trying to endure his stare.
"In an hour, we continue."
A sob escaped her as his fingers traced her jawline before he stood. The smell of her vomit offended his nostrils, though the mask hid his distaste. He left without another word, leaving her to limp to the medbay. The whirring of the cleaning droids soon drowned out the acolyte's whimpers, his steady footsteps fading in the direction of the meditation room.
~Eat. Fuel.~
Her hand slowly reached for the spoon, raising the cheerless rations into her mouth. She barely registered the wetness on her cheeks as tears of exhaustion welled up and out of her shredded control. Three bites. That is all she managed before that ominous presence loomed over her shoulder. The wave of malice poured around her bring, declaring who it was. Zia tensed, hand dropping the spoon as she reached for her foil.
His hand caught her wrist and pulled her half upright from the table, the cold mask tilted down towards her.
"Acolyte Jadzia. Training pit. Now."
Sah'sha seized her half empty bowl off the table and pulled her away from her seat, ignoring her struggles and the avoidant stares of the imperials nearby. He shoved her bowl into her hands before tossing her bodily into the pit, the screech of his saber igniting the only warning she got.
Zia scrambled to her feet, brown eyes wide as the masked apprentice strode towards her with almost murderous intent.
~Why the bowl..?~
Her stomach growled as his saber carved through the air towards her, the acolyte Pushing herself as far away from the man as possible, skidding to a halt on the other side of the pit. She scooped a handful of rations into her mouth as Sah'sha lunged after her, forced to duck and dodge the viciously fast slashes of his blade. Zia managed to swallow two mouthfuls before he smashed the bowl out of her hands, cleaving the metal in two. His boot snapped out to kick her hard in the stomach, the blow winding and folding her in two.
Zia's hard earned meal landed on the floor, the woman throwing up as she sank to all fours.
"Get up!"
His saber flashed down towards her neck, the acolyte's danger sense almost deafened by her exhaustion. She managed to roll away in time, his saber slicing the ends of her hair with how close it came. Zia struggled upright, wiping her mouth with her sleeve and drawing her foil to at least meet the punishment head on.
Sah'sha was relentless. Ember eyes burned from behind the mask, his blade slashing and smashing at her defences. Zia was forced to give more and more ground, ducking, dodging and parrying when she could. Her attempts to break his rhythm and press her own attack were swiftly punished, her foil almost cleaved in two by his ferocity.
His clawed knuckles caught her lip as she couldn't quite evade his punch. Her blood dripped from his gauntlet as his saber punished her leg for not moving out of his attack path, stopping short of severance but leaving a deep, burning gash up over her knee towards her hip. Zia fell to the ground, crying in fresh pain and exhaustion, grasping at her leg with her offhand even as her main hand still gripped the foil to defend. Sah'sha finished the spar by smashing the foil out of her hand and holding the tip of his saber an inch from her throat.
He gazed down at her, the otherwise empty training pit silent. He disignited his saber and knelt beside her, holding her chin and wiping a smear of blood from her lip. Zia shook with suppressed sobs, brown eyes full of her misery yet still trying to endure his stare.
"In an hour, we continue."
A sob escaped her as his fingers traced her jawline before he stood. The smell of her vomit offended his nostrils, though the mask hid his distaste. He left without another word, leaving her to limp to the medbay. The whirring of the cleaning droids soon drowned out the acolyte's whimpers, his steady footsteps fading in the direction of the meditation room.
