IC Lord Catalyst
Location: Mechis III, Wreckage
The plasma blade hovered without wavering as Zareel contemplated the decision. The amber glow seemed to shrink, creating the impression of shadows closing around them hungrily. Lord Catalyst's face never faltered from its stern glare, even as hers broke into smiling and laughter. The sword clattered to the ground as she took a knee in front of him, having seemingly exhausted the train of thought that was now echoing down the stone and metal passages. A few long seconds of silence passed, only interrupted by the hum of Catalyst's saberstaff.
"You have been tested, tried and judged," he spoke slowly, and with purpose. "You have faced challenges of the body, the mind, and the spirit. You have been broken," he eyed the hand laying on the floor, "and forged. You openly admit your weakness, forgoing a victory for a chance to live another day. It is time you knew your place in this Empire." Catalyst drew his arm back, winding up for what seemed to be an execution. The blade came down swiftly, in a blow that would surely rend Zareel's head from her shoulders.
The plasma did not meet flesh, however. Mere centimeters from her ear, the saber hummed harmlessly. "By the powers of the Dark Side." He picked up the blade and rested it on the other side of her head. "By the will of the Force." Once more the blade lifted, coming to place above her crown. "Your chains are broken." Catalyst deactivated the lightsaber once more, leaving them standing in darkness. "Rise Zareel, Knight of the Sith."
With a twitch of his fingers, Catalyst called the disembodied hand that was resting on the ground to his grasp. He held the severed appendage out to Zareel, grinning morbidly. "Give yourself a pat on the back, you've earned that much. Let's, ah.. get this replaced too." Catalyst nodded at the sword resting at her feet. "I would say that makes a fair trade for this as well," he said with a wry chuckle, "if you want a souvenir."
TAG: @Zareel Jhenan´doka
Location: Mechis III, Wreckage
The plasma blade hovered without wavering as Zareel contemplated the decision. The amber glow seemed to shrink, creating the impression of shadows closing around them hungrily. Lord Catalyst's face never faltered from its stern glare, even as hers broke into smiling and laughter. The sword clattered to the ground as she took a knee in front of him, having seemingly exhausted the train of thought that was now echoing down the stone and metal passages. A few long seconds of silence passed, only interrupted by the hum of Catalyst's saberstaff.
"You have been tested, tried and judged," he spoke slowly, and with purpose. "You have faced challenges of the body, the mind, and the spirit. You have been broken," he eyed the hand laying on the floor, "and forged. You openly admit your weakness, forgoing a victory for a chance to live another day. It is time you knew your place in this Empire." Catalyst drew his arm back, winding up for what seemed to be an execution. The blade came down swiftly, in a blow that would surely rend Zareel's head from her shoulders.
The plasma did not meet flesh, however. Mere centimeters from her ear, the saber hummed harmlessly. "By the powers of the Dark Side." He picked up the blade and rested it on the other side of her head. "By the will of the Force." Once more the blade lifted, coming to place above her crown. "Your chains are broken." Catalyst deactivated the lightsaber once more, leaving them standing in darkness. "Rise Zareel, Knight of the Sith."
With a twitch of his fingers, Catalyst called the disembodied hand that was resting on the ground to his grasp. He held the severed appendage out to Zareel, grinning morbidly. "Give yourself a pat on the back, you've earned that much. Let's, ah.. get this replaced too." Catalyst nodded at the sword resting at her feet. "I would say that makes a fair trade for this as well," he said with a wry chuckle, "if you want a souvenir."
TAG: @Zareel Jhenan´doka