Post by Jihta Heidjr’Oshan on Sept 11, 2017 21:29:16 GMT -5
With the changes happening to Naboo, it had been easy for the Inquisition to purchase a building and convert it to a hidden stronghold for the Inquisition. It kept up appearances as a normal place of business, but past the facade were the places of worship for the force, training rooms, and all the other rooms required by the local Inquisitors to carry out there work.
Given this had recently been the home of the Jedi Order, there was a lot of work to be done.
For her part, Jihta had been left to deal with the technical details of the new hideout. She had also been tasked with helping integrate the regent governor into the Inquisition. It was not a task she was happy about, and that unhappiness was clear on her small face as she sat on a chair waiting for the former Princess to arrive.
Post by Celeste Mason on Sept 13, 2017 20:43:08 GMT -5
The new Governer of Naboo was busy. Too busy for this, or at least so she told herself. She had a thousand things to do, meetings, speeches to write, new laws to consider, council members to appoint and enemies to humiliate. She had no time for playing with magic.
Still, here she was swiftly approaching the appointed meeting place. Because it was what was required of her. And, if she was being completely honest, she had once very much enjoyed learning to wield the Force with her Father. It... reminded her of simpler times.
At the exact minute of the exact time agreed upon, the former Princess appeared. Punctual. She prided herself in always being precisely on time. She approached and dipped into a well-practiced bow in front of the chair, saying nothing until spoken to.
Post by Jihta Heidjr’Oshan on Sept 22, 2017 22:09:20 GMT -5
"You late," Jihta spat despite knowing full well Celeste was exactly on time. Training within the Inquisition tended to be brutal, but the reagent governor had been deemed to important to give a proper welcome so Jihta was forced to take out her aggression in other ways.
Pushing herself from the chair her feet hit the ground with a surprisingly heavy thud. "You big shot out there, but still small fry here. Can you use Force? Show Jihta."
Post by Celeste Mason on Sept 25, 2017 19:13:40 GMT -5
The former Princess felt her eyes narrow for a split second, but she quickly corrected the slip up. She wasn't late and she knew it, but no part of her felt the need to make the correction. Pride did not rule her here and something told her that arguing a small detail would be foolish here.
"My apologies," Celeste dipped into a polite bow, "The Force? Yes. My father taught me the basics."
Just the basics. The rest was self taught. She was no master of the force by any stretch of the imagination, but she was... what did Mother call her? 'Gifted'. Ah... such a waste. Had the woman lived longer, Celeste knew there was so much more she could have become learning from her.
Celeste held a hand out, reaching to find something to latch onto, some decoration on the wall to pull to her. Simple, no need for flashy. She was here to learn, not show off.
Post by Jihta Heidjr’Oshan on Oct 25, 2017 22:06:26 GMT -5
So she could use the Force, that at least saved Jihta from the annoying "learn to touch the Force" stuff. The diminutive alien had little patience for such things and even less for students who could not quickly grasp the concepts. This put Celeste way above the curve and probably saved her quite a bit of pain in the process.
"Good enough."
The reagent-governor was a little too calm for Jihta's taste, who believed a proper Inquisitor should always toe the line to giving into the dark side completely. The dark side was strength, but it was strength that had to be controlled. Only then could an Inquisitor serve the Empire properly.
"You save self now," Jihta said lifting a hand. Reaching out with the Force she closed an invisible hand around Celeste's throat, closing off her windpipe.
Post by Celeste Mason on Nov 7, 2017 20:15:00 GMT -5
Her sister was the emotional mess. Celeste was... different. Calm, collected. Always The mature and sensible one of the bunch. And yet, there was something about having the life squeezed out of your lungs that made one panic somewhat.
This was not something Father had covered when teaching her. A shame. It always seemed that she'd missed the most important lessons. Well. She just had to teach herself, as she always did. The panic was making thinking clearly difficult. How to defend? Could she somehow shield herself? Hardly seemed worth the effort now. Perhaps a defense could be as simple as breaking the concentration of her "teacher"? Or... what was it she'd always heard? The best defense is a good offense?
With her vision blurring, the young woman reached out to once more to grasp at something on the far wall behind the tiny alien, a tapestry. Hardly what she'd had in mind, but anything could be a weapon in a pinch, if you possessed just a hint of creativity. With a tug, she pulled it off the wall to send it at the Inquisitor.
Post by Jihta Heidjr’Oshan on Nov 20, 2017 0:32:47 GMT -5
Coming from behind her, Jihta did not see the tapestry come flying at her. A twitch of her ear notified when she heard the whip of air and moving cloth. The alien turned just in time to have the cloth smack her in the face and cover her. A muffled squeal and what could only be cursing in a foreign language escaped from inside.
Suitably distracted, her Force choke disappeared letting the woman breathe once again. The tapestry then fell into pieces as a silver lightsaber cut it apart revealing Jihta inside. Instead of looking angry as one might expect, the alien wore a toothy grin.
"Good," she said. "You think. Now come. You earn entrance."
Moving to one of the room's doors, Jihta pushed it open to reveal a winding staircase. At the bottom was an equally long hallway. Leading Celeste into one of the rooms, a man sat bound to a chair.
"Inquisitor must be invisible. Never exist. Use Force. Reach into him mind. Make him think you not you."
Post by Celeste Mason on Dec 4, 2017 13:14:34 GMT -5
the princess stayed very still as she waited, watching the inquisitor move under the tapestry. Angry. Celeste had expected the tiny female to be angry. Instead, the woman was grinning. Despite herself, Celeste breathed a sigh of relief. 'Gifted' or not, celeste knew she was young and still had much to learn. Only an idiot would think themselves good enough to fight off a woman of her rank without some extreme difficulty.
Celeste was not an idiot. She knew her limits.
Silently she followed as instructed, more confused by this peculiar approach to training. It really did just feel like a series of tests, more than actual teaching. Still, what did she know? It wasn't her place to quesion... Or at least that was what she thought until she saw a man bound to a chair. She hesitated, which, thinking back, that was a bit foolish. Even so, she was young, inexperienced, still only a child by most standards in the Galaxy.
Post by Jihta Heidjr’Oshan on Dec 7, 2017 1:10:39 GMT -5
Celeste's thoughts were not far from the truth, Jihta was testing the girl. It was to see how much mastery of the force she had already, and what she still needed to learn. When it came to the training itself, few would consider the alien a particularly skilled teacher. The language barrier alone often proved a barrier to learning. Her ability to test, however, was more than sufficient.
And if they failed a test, well the outcome was the same whether it involved force choke or not. A twitch of the ears was the only sign of dissatisfaction Jihta gave when the girl asked her question. "It no matter who him is. Do it."
Post by Celeste Mason on Dec 13, 2017 23:04:27 GMT -5
Celeste spoke without thinking, something she almost never did. It was foolish, passionate, immature, but there was strength there, a will, a fire in her tiny form.
"It matters a great deal! I will not harm a Naboo citizen! I made a vow to serve my people when I became governer!"
She knew she'd likely made a terrible error immediately. Too late. Only thing to do was to stand her ground.
"Unless," she added quickly, "they have committed some crime?"
Post by Jihta Heidjr’Oshan on Dec 24, 2017 0:57:16 GMT -5
A growl was Celeste's only warning to her mistake before she was on her back with a silver lightsaber held close enough to her throat for her to feel the heat. A row of shark-like teeth hovered inches from the governor's face, a bead of saliva escaping to land on her cheek. Despite her smaller size, Jihta's thick bones easily made her as heavy as the taller woman, pinning her down.
"Never. Question. Order."
Deactivating the blade, Jihta moved off of her through a dark expression continued to hover in her eyes. The former princess had failed, now she had one chance to survive leaving this room. Reaching behind her, the Inquisitor pulled a vibroknife from a sheath and tossed it to the ground at Celeste's feet. "Kill."
Post by Celeste Mason on Aug 26, 2018 22:41:28 GMT -5
damn, she silent cursed, reaching down to grab the knife, why did I have to open my mouth?
No choice. Survival was key now. She approached, every moral fiber within her body pulling at her to resist. This was wrong. It was... undignified. Mostly it was simply unlawful, and that was worse than anything.
I am the law.
That thought cleared her conscious for a moment, long enough to decide.
"With The power vested in me, by the Glorious Emeror,I, Celeste Mason, Lawful governer of Naboo, hereby revoke your citizenship."
There. Now she could kill him.
The knife slid easily across his throat and she let out a small sigh of relief, quickly moving away to avoid the blood quickly pooling around him.
Post by Jihta Heidjr’Oshan on Aug 28, 2018 1:48:16 GMT -5
With a loud yell of rage, Jihta threw a wave of the Force at Celeste to send her flying. "Jihta say no reveal who self is! Inquisitors are Em'pra's sword. Inquisitors are Em'pra's shield. Inquisitors kill any who defy Em'pra, not matter if citizen. Force is enemy of Empire. If can use Force, must serve Em'pra or die. This man choose die. We the Em'pra's shadowed justice, we protect the Em'pra's people without them know."
As Jihta lectured the governor, she stood scowling down at the taller woman her shark-like teeth on full display looking as if she might tear off a piece of flesh any moment in her rage. "Inquisitor that not follow law of Em'pra, also choose death."