The Power of the Dark Side (ILo and Ellipsis)
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				Title: <strong>The Power of the Dark Side (ILo and Ellipsis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ellipsis</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 07:05:58</strong>
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				Soreness wracked her muscles as Malia crumbled on the platform. Her body doubled over as she supported herself on her hands and knees. It had been two days. Two days without rest as her dark master trained his new apprentice. Malia knew things were going to be difficult, but she willingly pledged her allegiance to him and his malevolent cause. Sweat dripped down from her face as she panted heavily. Her body was so tired and seemed to protest every movement she tried to make. Soon, even her arms couldn’t support her weight as they quaked and collapsed from under her. With her body sprawled out on the cold, marbled floor, she could only imagine the sneering look of disapproval on her lord’s face.<br><br>For the past several hours, she had failed each and every one of her master’s tests. She wondered if all of his apprentice’s went through this or he was just making things more difficult on her. Malia’s voice came out in a whimper, “Master… I can’t… No more, please!” She wasn’t expecting any sympathy or even the slightest gentle touch. All she wanted was some sort of break for her body to recuperate or else she wouldn’t be able to emerge from her chambers in the morning. Bracing her palms against the floor, Malia tried to prop herself up, anything to demonstrate that she was still willing to carry on in her training. Raising an inch, she fell back to the floor weakly. Murmuring yet again, “I can’t.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of the Dark Side (ILo and Ellipsis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ILo049</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 03:07:34</strong>
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				Armak, an infamous renegade Jedi Knight was a full fledged Sith Lord. His eyes gone form a soft pale blue to a now burning purple. It wasn't a purple on which you could admire either, it was a nasty type that would suck you into an abyss of agony and loneliness. His face gone from a warm light tan was now a pale white, nearly dead. He was skinny in face, with his bone structure showing. He wore the typical black clothing, stolen from other Jedi and Sith, and from what he still kept of his light days. Knowing the taste of both sides made him wise, ambitious but wise. And now a young women, of rather tasteful body, has asked her to be his master. He knew that this could mean two things, his time was up, or he could really get somethign going here besides sex whenever he wanted. He decided that he might as well try it, and that if she would kill him, then it would be a long time from now, when someone better than he would take his place.<br><br>Now they had been training for a full two days atop a type of plateau on some rocky place. No animals dared to cross the joining of such dark forces, as one of the most Agile ex-Jedi was there training his new apprentice. Armak could still not remember well how it all began, but a about a week ago she joined him, and now he was going to make her stronger, if not then kill her. He would use the force in various ways, by throwing her, making her respond, throwing heavy objects, and even trying to play with her mind. Two full days could make anyone die, so Armak wondered whether he would continue and let her retreat her strengths or kill her unless she was really cut out for it, except that no one was really cut out for this type of torture, she had lasted long enough. He brought his hands down, after so much training for both sides he knew quite well how to manipulate energy to make it last weeks.<br><br>His voice was dark and low, the dark force had not yet corrupt it into a hissing dagger, "If you are a Sith, then you must feel the passion! The passion to live, to grow, to out smart, to over power!" For the first time since they had met, he with drew one of his light saber, being of dual sword style himself, with the force from inside his dark robes onto his left hand. He did not dare to ignite it for such pity yet, so instead of doing so he lifted her with the force, using his opposite hand, bringing her closer to him, only to be a few inches from his powerful hungry eyes, where he stuck the tip of the turned off cold blade next to her right ear, "Now show me what you wish to demonstrate foolish child!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of the Dark Side (ILo and Ellipsis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ellipsis</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 03:44:37</strong>
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				The ground beneath her disappeared as Malia peered through her matted hair. Her body ceased to be in her control as the force guided her to a new destination. A brief thought of regret flashed across her weary mind, thinking that she probably bitten off more than she could chew this time. But she needed this. Malia needed this training. She needed this power or else there would be no reason for living at this point, but she obviously wouldn’t be able to obtain it without a price. Her body displayed the sacrifices that she had already made, including numerous bruises, welts, and gashes.<br><br>Malia hung limply in the air as she was brought to her master. The icy blue eyes that had shined from her face were now listless and dull as she tried to meet Lord Armak’s gaze. Trying to steady her focus in order to give Armak the attention he deserved, Malia struggled as she tried to lift her head. One of his powerful sabers lingered along the side of her face. With one flick of his wrist, the blade could be activated and her jugular could be severed. The possibility of death presented itself before her and Malia knew that the being who now held her fate in his grasp would have no hesitation in ending her life. Finding an inkling of renewal in her fighting spirit, she was able to open her eyes fully as she returned her leader’s stare. In one last burst of energy and strength, Malia whipped her body against the force that held her in place. She would escape his hold or pay the consequences for her incompetence. Proving her worthiness to him was a tough task but she refused to let her body fail her. Mustering some ounce of force within her, Malia attempted to rival her master’s own abilities. She knew that he could best her in a split second, but all she needed was just to make sure he could feel the power that lay dormant in her soul. As if to prove it to him, Malia shouted, “I can do this, Lord Armak! I will not fail you!”
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