Lyric Draxar swung her sabre through the air, hearing it buzz and Crackle as it made contact. The human slave looked up as she fell to her knees. The look of fear was forever frozen onto her face. She leaned and fell to the ground, dead. The gamorrian walked forward and picked up the dead girl, throwing her into the pile of bodies. Lyric sneered. These slaves were no match for her, even in a group, not one could touch her.<br/><br/>Lyric yearned for a battle, to actually prove her worth. This new assignment she would soon be leaving for was not something she wanted to do. It was all about stealth and careful planning. Lyric itched to strike her enemies down. That was how she had advanced so quickly. She preyed on the weak. There were so many prospects that didn't make it through the doors, mysteriously disappearing or turning up dead. Lyric did not take kindly to weakness.  Her sabre abilities were the best in the academy. The only person who could actually last in the dueling ring with her was her rival and fellow apprentice to her master. The only reason he survives is his abilities within the force. Sure, Lyric was powerful in the force, but she lacked the discipline to hone it as Jace does.<br/><br/>Lyric was about to shout for another group when she felt the surge in her head.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">COME TO ME. NOW.</span><br/><br/>She grabbed her satchel and turned to the gamorrian. "Clean up this filth." She said in a cold tone. She then whipped around and made her way to the hanger.<br/><br/>As she walked, people moved out of her way, fear on their faces. Lyrics reputation was well known throughout the academy. Anyone who stood in her way, figuratively and literally, did not last long. Again, the only one who had was Jace. Every thought of him angered her. Lyric thought he was weak. He didn't deserve to be the masters apprentice alongside her. She hoped to prove that one day, but for now she had to play nice.<br/><br/>Entering the hanger, Lyric looked up at the ship that would be taking them. It was rather large for a courier ship, but she didn't care. All she needed was a training room. She approached her master, who was standing next to the ship. She immediately knelt down. "Command me master." She said.<br/><br/>Ever since she was taken from her family, Lyric had idolized her master. The Cathar was strong, both with a sabre and the force. She wished nothing but to please him, to do his bidding and carry out his demands. That is how she came to hate the weak, for her master hated the weak. It was also why she couldn't understand why Jace was his apprentice as well. Lyric had always sensed a sliver of weakness I'm him, which was enough to make him fail.<br/><br/>She heard the hanger door open and smiled. He was late. Again. She heard him approach and felt the air stir as he knelt down next to her. She looked over slightly and smirked.