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Star Wars--So[m]ething Something Evil Rises (Jabba x Firesblood)

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Offline Jabbathejack

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"I met Sika." Reynik spoke quietly, eating his food without hesitation; Esbern was right, they needed to eat to keep up their strength ready for when they needed it. If they didn't eat, then they would die, but that had always been the case throughout his entire life.

"He's sharp, all right."

He did not elaborate, knowing that he couldn't trust anyone listening in right now. Not that he could even fully trust the people who sat at his own table.

"One of my new bunk mates seems to have disappeared without trace, but I haven't had time to ask anyone about him. Did you hear anything?"



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Esbern listened, pale blue eyes fixed on Reynik as he spoke of meeting Sika.  The wrinkled skin around his eyes tightened briefly, but relaxed just as quickly; if they were in danger, then no doubt they would have sign of it by now.

“Aye, so I’ve heard.  I asked around about him from some of the others.  He was a Jedi, and a damned good one at that—for a time.  I don’t know how he ended up here, nobody willing to talk seemed to, but he’s been a fixture here for coming on two decades,” Esbern said conversationally, shoveling a large spoonful of some sort of mash into his mouth. 

Marigon tilted her head slightly when Reynik mentioned his roommate had gone missing, asking if they had heard anything.  She finished chewing some of the bread and washed it down with more tea, fingers skimming her tray for something else to eat.  It seemed to take her more effort to do things when she wasn’t in the comfortable space of her room. 

“Mazelor,” Marigon murmured, skimming her spoon over the pile of mash to collect a small helping of it.  “Sika reassigned him to the borer tunnels within an hour of his return, for population control.  No reason was given and we all know better than to ask, but that’s his favored method of punishment for people who land themselves on his bad side.”

Giving up on the rest of her meal and blessedly unaware of Esbern’s scolding expression when she pushed her tray away, Marigon rose without another word and grabbed her walking stick, heading back to the force-users wing without a backward glance.  Esbern shook his head and slid her tray closer, piling what was left on top of his; waste didn’t sit well with him, another lesson taught by slavery. 

“Garin and the Bug are gone.  Shame—I’d have liked to say goodbye, but he comes back ‘round about every two weeks, so we can give him our regards then,” Esbern commented lightly, subtly following up on their discussion from the gardens. 
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Reynik frowned as he heard the explanation of Mazelor's whereabouts.
"I had an issue with him." He spoke quietly, sounding as if he was simply relaying just another piece of information. "He disliked the idea of a former Sith being here."

He grimaced, knowing that it must be the reason why the Chiss had been disciplined. Reynik looked up at Marigon, wondering how much anti Sith issues she had to deal with when she first arrived. He nodded as she left, turning back to his meal.

He raised an eyebrow at the mention of Garin; from the way he spoke, it sounded like Esbern was actually taking a liking to the young pilot, despite everything that had happened.
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Esbern said no more on the subject of Garin or his ship, preferring quiet while he shoveled what remained of his and Marigon’s meal.  He didn’t acknowledge the trouble Reynik had faced; it stood to reason that Savati recruits might share their hatred for the Sith, given that the Sith had nearly wiped them out.

The old man finished the rest of his meal in silence, and when he was done he gave Reynik a small nod.  “See you tomorrow, Reynik.”

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“—nearly killed me.  Yet, you immediately throw him in the tunnels after he attacked—”

“Silence!  I will not be scolded by the likes of you, I don’t care whose belly you spawned from.  I warned Mazelor, he disobeyed, now he is being punished for his folly.  Now sit down!  And if you ever question my methods again, I’ll make what Mazelor did to you feel like a walk in the park.” 

Silence stretched within the room for a span of a few seconds before the rustle of cloth indicated movement. 

“That’s better.  Now, Reynik should be arriving soon—”

“Why?” Marigon interrupted sharply.  There was the sound of something hard impacting flesh, followed by a sudden flex of dark, fathomless rage within the dark side of the Force—but the sensation faded almost immediately. 

“Because I wish it, that’s why.  For reasons unknown to me, they have decided to send you back to Cygius.  You must be as good, if not better, than before.  He will test you the moment he has you again, and if you do not match up—you know what that will mean.  Reynik is exactly the sort of foe you will face, and if you can’t hold your own against him, then only one path remains for you to take—are you ready to pass the piece of Savat you hold onto the next generation, Doma?”

“…No.”  There was revulsion in Marigon's voice.

“I thought not.  You will comply, you will learn how to function fully again.  I have been too soft with you.  It ends now.” Sika said.

“Is there no one else?” Marigon asked, voice barely above a whisper. 

“Let go of your pride.  You haven’t the luxury of it any longer, as low as you’ve fallen.  It no longer serves you as it once did.  Besides, Reynik will be returning with you when you go back.  It is likely that Cygius will use him to test you.  Best you learn his fighting style now, so you can defend against it in the eventuality its turned against you.”

“He is better than me.  He was better than me before I went blind.”

“Then you have a lot of work to do, don’t you?”
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Reynik slowed as he approached Sika's room, following his orders. Yet he felt the others within through the force, long before he actually heard their words. Something was not right. He stopped, remembering to shield himself through the force before he listened.

Of course, the news was no real revelation. He had expected immediately that Marigon would be an issue for him and now, he was receiving confirmation of that fact. However, his meeting with her had suggested that she was not outright against him. Perhaps there was a chance to utilise this in his favour?

As their voices died down, Reynik cleared his mental defences and knocked loudly on the door, waiting to be admitted.


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“Yes, yes, come in,” Sika called, annoyance still edging the timbre of his voice. 

The door opened on a moderately sized cavern, furnished only with racks of training weapons, a shelf of practice drones and blinders, and some other accoutrements specific to exercising ones martial skills.  Marigon was sat cross-legged on the floor, hair bound up for once, and wearing fitted garb more appropriate for sparring than her usual oversized, shapeless brown robes.  She looked far smaller without them, but no less a challenge; it was clear that she took great pride in keeping herself in peak physical condition.

Sika was pacing about a meter in front of her, her walking stick held loosely in hand.  He gestured for Reynik to come forward. “I’ll keep my explanation brief.  You’re here to assist me in retraining Marigon.  Normally I would continue working with her on my own, but we are now on a deadline.  In as little as a months time, both of you will be returned to the Empire, and she is nowhere near ready.  You will help me to remedy that—since the two of you have already built a certain rapport with one another.” 

Marigon rose to her feet, staring past Sika with a stony expression on her face.  It was clear that she was unhappy about this, but she said nothing.     


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Reynik stood listening in silence, standing tall and unmoving. He did not react to the task that he had been given, not letting on that he had overheard any part of their conversation.

"As you wish."

He had never been asked to teach anyone anything before now; he had only ever been the student. It was no easy task, especially with a blind person still learning to cope with their situation. Even with him being aware that this was simply a ruse for Marigon to learn his fighting tricks, he would still be required to produce results.

"We will start immediately."

He watched Marigon, noting her obvious annoyance, although he showed no amusement at all at the prospect of what lay ahead. His painful facial twitch was the only reaction at all.


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 Sika grunted and took several steps away to clear the area, leaning on the walking stick casually.  “Practice sabers to begin with, moderate burn.  Don’t hold back, Reynik.  Pain is a useful teacher.”

Marigon turned and made her way to where the practice weapons were, hands skimming over each one until she found her preferred dualsaber.  She adjusted the burn strength as she returned to the center of the room, then closed her eyes for a moment of meditation to better hone her focus.  After a minute or two, her senses amplified and her sight through the force strengthened.  She exhaled softly and faced Reynik, saber held loose at her side. 

“You’ll need to work on that,” Sika muttered.  “Your enemy isn’t going to wait for you to find your way, and I’ll only allow it for a short time more.  You must find a way to live in the space where you are at now.” 

Marigon said nothing, unseeing gaze fixed on the floor as she waited.  Sika gestured wordlessly for Reynik to attack.


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Reynik watched Sika step away, his expression blank. He nodded in response and for once, his face was still as a rock. He glanced at the practice weapons and waited whilst Marigon selected her own one. The moment she was clear, he held out his hand and a saber jumped into his grasp.

Non lethal, unlike the one that was strapped to his leg. Reynik's eyes narrowed on his target, the saber sparked into life. Sika was right, pain was a useful teacher indeed. That was a lesson that he had learned, even before he had started his training.

Marigon had endured the same training that he had done; she would know what was coming. She would also know that he was under as much scrutiny as she was, if not more, especially considering they were out to learn all of his sneaky little tricks.

After a split second's pause, Reynik attacked. A real enemy would not allow any leeway at all and neither would Reynik. When he struck, it was hard. Yet, of course, he was still on his guard, ready for her to counter him at any moment.