The Dark Academy on Korriban

"Zeno. Wait. I have a better idea." She waited for the slaves to come forward, now probably even more terrified.

The slaves drop their weapons and approach quietly.

"If it includes removing pieces of them until they bleed to death, I would consider that better than the quick death I was going to give them," he replies, lowering his sword.

"First of all, gather up the weapons and pile them here." She turned towards Saisha "You got the sabre, we'll keep the other stuff, ok?"

When the slaves gathered up and finished, she turned towards them. "You betrayed the Empire. That one's a death penatly for actual citizens, not to mention for scum like you. I'm feeling generous today, despite the fact that you shot my friend here." She gestured towards Zeno. "So, I'm giving you all a chance, but only path enough for one. Fight to the death. Without weapons. The last one remaining will be mine. Make it entertaining, or Zeno here will jump in, if he's bored."

One is about speak before all three are bisected by a crimson lightsaber and a figure landing behind them. Rona rises and commands, "Show a slave mercy, you sew dissent."

"Lightsaber, now."

Imperial soldiers move in to secure the encampment.

Xevine sighed. So much for the fun. She stood silent though. So much for the weapons probably... and they could've used the credits.

Since that was Zeno's first thought, he nodded to Rona both appreciatively and approvingly.

Shaisha frowned as Rona asked for the lightsaber. She turned it off and looked at the overseer.

"You're denying me a trophy from a defeated enemy, earned rightfully?"

She narrows her eyes and says, “Are you strong enough to keep me from taking it, aspirant?”

She shifted the lightsaber in her hand, getting a better feel of it's grip. She had earned this one through trial of combat.

"I am not giving up what I have taken in combat."

OOC: Cool roll Hard difficulty and I am spending Destiny to upgrade the difficulty.

[OOC: Can we assist?]

OOC: No.

The little Sith glared at the Overseer. This was hers, by right. Unlike those elevated scum and slaves, she had won her right to this weapon through combat.

"It is mine."

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D4 Combat Event. Cool/Presence. Last Destiny to Upgrade... I am so doomed.: 1eA+1eP+2eD+1eC 3 successes, 1 threat

Rona sighs and says, “Acceptable, aspirant. You need a good weapon to serve the Sith.”

OOC: Shaisha takes a strain.

Lightsaber: Damage 6, Crit 2, Range Egaged, Encum 1 HP 5; Breach 1, Sunder (Red Ilum Quality Crystal)

(Current Strain: 9)

She wanted to slump together, and take a deep breath, now that it was all over and her adrenaline was coming down... but she held her head high and didn't show her weariness. The lightsaber was securely tucked into her belt for now.

Will have to get those injuries looked at.

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D4 Recovering Strain after Combat. Cool/Presence: 2eA 2 successes, 1 advantage


(Current Strain: 7)

Everything being cooled down and handled, Zeno takes a deep breath, his bloodshot eyes and taught muscles relaxing a bit.

Cool: 0 success, no strain recovered