Hard Training (Milivikal)

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha stretches, and waits for Milivikal to arrive ::

[Milivikal k'Vik]

Mili looked like hell. There was no way around it. One side of her hair seemed neat, and the other writhed chaos.

As much as he pissed her off sometimes, she still needed her fill of man. Neither her nor Cyriam had slept much last night, and her back was out.

"I hope this is important, or short, Sorsha."

[Sorsha Kasajian]

"Not to worry, it won't be long til you're laying on your back ... again. Do you have a sabre?"

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[Milivikal k'Vik]

Mili scoffed.

"Sabers are unweildly. My daggers are quite enough." She didn't like the way things were headed. Her greatest weakness was physical combat, so she had always stacked the game so it was unnessecery.

Sorsha was easily her superior in a physical contest. How steady is the ground of trust I stand on?. Sorsha was an agent of chaos, like herself. If Vicet had decided her life was forfiet, Sorsha was likely her assassin.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

"Unweildy??? Really??? It appears you have me at a disadvantage then ..."

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:: the red sabre flashes, hissing at Milivikal as the tip stops just short of burning out her left eye ::

[Milivikal k'Vik]

Mili's mouth dropped agape, and she fell onto her <smallfont color=#FF0000>-Censored-</smallfont>.

She had never seen a saber deploy that quickly. Terrified, Mili scrambled backwards frantically. Sorsha's eyes glinted in the red light.

One of the daggers in her boot floated free. With a grin, Sorsha jumped at her, saber held high. The air between the two of them exploded with a low tone, sending Mili and her one free dagger tumbling into the wall, but Sorsha kept her feet.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha stares down at her predecessor and growls ::

"I think four Jedi was an exaggeration!!! You're Pathetic!!! RUN BACK TO YOUR LITTLE BOX AND LOCK YOURSELF IN!!! NOW!!!!" :verymad

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[Milivikal k'Vik]

"No." Milvikal returned to her feet, slowly. " You can get FRELLED..!

Her voice built up, an incoming tsunami that hit the shallows right before Sorsha. The air visibly rippled and distorted in front of her Sister before giving up the battle of holding back the oncoming surge. A thousand thunderclaps were unleashed, blowing the Chaosian into the far wall. Through Bast, glass shattered, stone shook, and furnishings fell.

She shook with rage, drawing both her daggers to her, now humming like swarms of hornets.

"SAY IT AGAIN AND I WILL CUT YOUR THROAT, BE IT THE WILL OF VICET OR NOT!" She plunged a dagger into her sister's arm, easy as cutting water.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha was stunned from hitting the wall, but only momentarily as she seized Milivikal by the neck with her right hand and squeezed. An involuntary squeak came from Mili's throat as her windpipe was pinched close with unatural strength. The ground sizzles as droplets of acidic blood fall from the knifewound in Sorsha's left arm ::


"You can sing to me or you can scream, Milivikal, but you will learn how to wield a lightsabre!!!"



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[Milivikal k'Vik]

Mili paniced. She thrashed, unfocused kicks hitting Sorsha in the stomach and upper legs. White dots swam into her vision as it gradually tunneled. The knife in her right hand dropped to the floor.

Desperate, she grabbed her sister's wrist. The Siren's eyes were wide, terrified: she had a deep fear of suffocating. White consumed her vision as she plunged the free blade into Sorsha's arm, just below her wrist.

As soon as air touched her lungs, she screamed. Kasajian had dropped her, yes, but now her acid blood was burning through Milivikal's legs.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha hisses, then laughs through the pain ::

"No taste for blood??? What a pity. I thought you were a creature of shadow like me."

:: Sorsha holds her arm above Milivikal, allowing her acid blood to trickle down in tiny droplets ::

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[Milivikal k'Vik]

She shrieked incoherently in her native tounge, writhing across the floor like a dying insect. Sorsha's trail of leathal lifeblood followed.

Drip, drip.

"Ssstop! Najaneh yannaia uruni!"She cried, trying to get to her feet. "Yannaia urni Yannaia uruni... matijinarahara un esef." Mili grew delerious with bloodloss. her pants were completely soaked through. The inital splash had eaten through a main artery. She fell to her knees and gasped.

The Siren collapsed.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha strides forward and pushes Milivikal onto her back with a boot. Watching her suffer like this was fun ::

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[Vicet]

:: Milivikal's eyes dilate into black orbs as Vicet possesses her dying body ::

"Do not tessssssssst me, Daughter!!!!"

:: Mili's limp body rose from the floor, floating in the air like a marionette, and was bathed in a ghost light as her body re stitched itself ::

"You sssshall ceassssse thissss wasssssteful aggressssion, Ssssssorsssssha, or I ssssshall take you beyond thissssss plane to punissssssh you!!!!!"

[Milivikal k'Vik]

Mili's head pitched backwards, and a low moan escaped her lips. This had happened before, and it was incredibly painful--even more painful than the acid. The centipede chittered in her head wildly, so close to home. Her face twisted into an odd look of wonder, sexual lust, horror, and pain. Terrible pain.

The glow dissapeared, and Mili was dropped. She landed on her knees, doubled over, and vomited.

After a minute she pulled herself up, and wiped the saliva threads from her chin.

"I think that we could have approached this differently." She said, pulling herself onto unsteady feet.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha did not look at her Sister, staring at the ground instead ::

"I'll teach you how to construct a lightsabre, and how to use it, if you let me."

:: then she turned and left Milivikal alone ::

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[Milivikal k'Vik]

Mili leaned against the wall, breathing slowly. Lightsabers were newer things back when she had been a Jedi, cumbersome and sometimes unpredictable. It was clear they has undergone refinement into something as lethal than her own daggers against the unsuspecting.

The black scar across her lower back stung sometimes, when she remembered the time Ria and herself had been sparring. So long ago for everyone else, and ten years for her. Ria, her first. Ria, killed by her own weapon.

Downtrodden with memory, she shuffled through the halls to Sorsha's quarters.

"Sister, this is why I have not learned the sabre." Milivikal pulled her shirt off, and turned around, the black scar made by a primitive energy blade stood out against her pale skin. The blade had been too random to cauterize the nerves properly. Her sister and Tirsa had never asked, and Mili was never keen on thinking about it. Blackend, raw nerves that we constantly in pain wasn't something she tried to think about.

Milivikal had to trust her Sister in this. There was no other way around it.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha reaches out and touches the wound ::

[Milivikal k'Vik]

Milivikal's entire body tensed. It was excrutating. Her lower lip trembled, and her eyes were winced shut, trying to hold back tears of agony.

Ria slipped, and the saber smashed hard against the floor, jarring the crystal loose. She went to parry the next strike, but instead of stopping it, her own blade twisted into her chest..

"NO!" She shrieked, just as she had watched her friend fall, chest still smoking. Sorsha's hand jerked back.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

"What the frell was that???"

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[Milivikal k'Vik]

Milivikal slowly pulled her top back on.

"My... my best friend Ria dying." She murmured with her back still to her Sister. Ria had also been her first lover. Mili's lower lip quivered as she turned. "We were close."
"Another student had given me the scar the day before, otherwise it would have been our spar." She intoned mechanically, but her eyes shone wet. Right now, she didn't care if Sorsha thought her weak.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha's tone changes as she touches Mili's shoulder and turns her gently ::

"I am not without compassion, Sister. She was very beautiful."

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[Milivikal k'Vik]

Her head hung, and she looked up as Sorsha touched her shoulder and noded. Mili's lips twisted into a frown as she nodded.

"I..." she started to sob. "...I loved her." Milivikal choked, and looked up at Sorsha with sorrow-filled eyes.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha stands awkwardly as she takes Milivikal into an embrace and pets her hair ::

[Milivikal k'Vik]

She leaned on her Sister, sobbing into her shoulder.

Mili stood there for long minutes, with Sorsha, and cried until she ran out of tears.

"I hope you understand now."

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha wipes a tear away from Mili's face ::

"I understand ... and I shall help you overcome this, my Sister."

[Milivikal k'Vik]

Just as there is a calm before the storm, there is one after. The atmosphere's energies have been exhausted, and Mili stood drained.

"I..." she sniffed. The burn on her back still burned, and would as long as she lived.

Her fingers tenderly brushed Sorsha's saber, as if she were a two year old touching a once hot pan. "How do you make one? Like that?"

[Sorsha Kasajian]

"Come and sit. I'll show you."

:: She leads Mili over to a table to sit, then opens a large trunk and gathers some items ::

[Milivikal k'Vik]

She looked over the items, wondering what half of them were. Some were obvious and familiar, such as the crystal and the battery. Others were mysterious. While she had been awake for three years now, many things remained unfamiliar.

Despite a determination to have a saber and master it as a weapon, the scar burned in memory.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha also places an old book on the table ::

"This is all about the art of sabre crafting. I suggest you read it. But first, you must choose the crystals for your sabre."

:: She opens up a leather pouch and empties it. There were crystals of every color, and they sparkled like jewels in the candle light ::

[Milivikal k'Vik]

Mili looked through the assortment of jewels, eventually narrowing it down to one that matched her eyes, and a dark red one.

She set them down on the table, and lay her head beside them staring curioiusly, quietly humming an odd tune that occasionally dissapeared, and then faded back in.

"Can I have both?"

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha raised a brow, pausing a moment in thought ::

"I have never mixed the crystals, but some have chosen to do so."

[Milivikal k'Vik]

She stared at them both, now silent.

"I think I'll make a saber with the red one, first." The manual slid over to her, and Mili opened it.

"Modern sabers are more refined than what I'm used to." She half frowned. "More complicated too."

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha smiles in approval over Mili's selection ::

"Balancing the crystals is the most important element. Do it incorrectly and the sabre will explode."

[Milivikal k'Vik]

Milivikal nodded somewhat absentmindedly. She was absorbing the text, muttering it quickly under her breath. The words flowed together, seemingly incanted.

Supposedly one could read faster with other methods, but this suited her just fine. Mili stopped, and muttered something again.

"Whats a superconducting flow coil? I've never heard of gel capacitors either." She frowned.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

"Empty your mind of the technical terms, and focus on the physical components before you instead. I'll bring back some food when I return."

[Milivikal k'Vik]

Mili looked through Sorsha's grab bag of mostly nonsensical stuff. Various capacitors and switches she'd collected over the years.

But Mili realized she needed to put them in something. Her dagger handles weren't an option: they were made of solid metal, and were part of the blade.

The mostly empty storage room she was in had to have something in it. She grabbed a dagger, and slashed one apart violently. Mili savagely tore into the metal, tearing it assunder.

She tossed the scraps aside, and began to comb through the contents... it was mostly junk. Kitchenware. Knives, forks, spoons, ladels, etcetera. Sorsha had bested her through some sort of trickery, superiour saber nonwithstanding. Even her blood was a weapon. Sorsha was fully prepared for the universe she was in. Mili felt like her dagger. Lethal, yes, suprising too, but no lightsaber: an instrument of death that had undergone thousands of years of refienment while she clung to life by a strand of a thread in a box.

"JUNK!" Mili plunged her hand into the metal, almost softend into a dough. She screeched, and hurled the crate into a wall.

Silverware clattered to the floor, clinking like metal rain.

The siren tore the next box to shreds with her fingers, going through the humming metal like mud, scattering the contents chaotically through the large room. More silverware, some pots and pans. It floated through the air, and then slammed into the far wall with a crash.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha wasn't far down the hallway before the tantrum drew her back into the room. She surveyed the carnage scattered across the floor, not looking at Milivikal ::

[Milivikal k'Vik]

She continued to tear through the room, oblivous to Sorsha's re-entry.

A carefully packed crate of wine glasses was torn open, and detonated. Now it only held shards of glass.

"TIS ALL USELESS JUNK!" The remaining stack of storage crates exploded outward. Milivikal whirled, and started to tear into the crate that landed closest. Her hand plunged into the metal, tearing it asunder until she saw Sorsha.

The metal suddenly hardend around her fingers. Mili stared at her sister, wide eyed.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

"I gave you what you needed to craft a lightsabre, girl. How badly do you want it?"


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[Milivikal k'Vik]

"I need a hilt." The Siren's voice was cold and frustrated. She yanked her hand free of the metal.

Mili kicked the crate over. The top fell off, and several large candelsticks rolled out. One floated up to her hand. She stared at it.

"Mmmmmmmhmmm." The metal was somewhat tarnished, but very sturdy. Mili lopped the bottom off with her knife, looking over the find again. It was not uncomfortable in her hand. It was substantial, but not heavy to the point of being unweildly.

This would work.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha turns without a word and goes off to get some food ::