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Who cares who has a crush on me? It's life. That does happen.

Cat looks hurt. "Me...? Fraternize? Never," she chuckles.

she twirls her Iridonian blade around her fingers and wanders off to locate her chosen participants. She finds Raid in the dueling ring, showing off his spectacular skills. Cat moves to the sidelines to watch the duel. She always found him fascinating, a marvelous specimen of Iridonian prowess hardened by the Sith teachings. The Sith, however, had allowed him to harness his rage and run rapid like a mad dog.

With blood, sweat, and months of patience, Cat had finally managed to soothe that unbridled rage, bringing forth the warrior of true skill. Reborn, Raid quickly became Cat's best student, understanding and mastering the Echani Way in a way very few of her students every truly grasped. It was remarkable. Thus, his early training -coupled with the training Cat had pounded into him -made him a very potent fighter.

Cat makes a mental note to ask Kip if she could take Raid on again... as an apprentice. Cat's latest apprentice had stormed off not two weeks ago; called her "mad". It was merely retaliation for Cat calling the boy "inadequate" when it came to learning the ways of the Echani.

Kip had never been sure if the boy was more hurt because Cat gave him the boot or simply because of the way she swung "inadequate" at him. Even Kip had had to smile. Either way, Cat was due for a new apprentice. Or at least, due to try a new one out. And of course she had her eyes on the biggest and baddest of them all. It was just her style.

Raid suddenly raises his arms in the air, a sign of triumph, and the crowd cheers, thoroughly impressed. The human he had been dueling slowly sits up, rubbing his neck. Raid quickly offers his hand and the human accepts it. Raid pulls him to his feet, smiles, pats him on the back, and nudges the man out of the dueling ring. Raid immediately notices Cat watching.

"Master," he begins, placing his fist together and bowing respectfully.

Cat smiles with pure charm, dangling her blade from her fingers. "Raid. It's been too long, darling."

Raid chuckles. Cat was always a charmer. "That it has. I can't remember the last time I had the pleasure of dueling you. My skills have certainly improved since then, however. In fact... I may be able to even beat you now," he smiles.

Cat stops playing with her dagger and stares him down. Sweat, blood, and other substances spot his reddish brown skin; his masculine upper body covered with various Sith tattoos. While training him, Cat had learned what each meant. Her favorite were the numerous crude tally marks etched into his arms. One for every Jedi he had ever killed. An Echani like tradition.

With a slight shrug, Cat throws her dagger into the dirt at her feet, the blade sinking deep into the rich soil. She unbuckles her weapon harnesses, letting the loosen belts simply slide down her body and onto the ground where she steps over the straps.

"I'll be the judge of that," she whispers in his ear as she passes him and steps into the dueling circle.

Rane roars, the sound echoing over the flat terrain. His muscles tense, readying for an attack. Viinum moves, faster this time, a charge. And Rane lunges forward to meet him.

...Viinum...

Viinum ignores the fleeing Jedi. He and his Master would be dealt with eventually. For now the rabid dog is his only concern. Rane lunges towards him, an attack blinded by brute strength. He snaps at Viinum's midsection, missing by mere inches. Viinum uses the opportunity to quickly retaliate.

His fist slams into Rane's jaw, bone and flesh giving way to the massive power behind the blow. The force of the attack sends Rane flat on his stomach, laying at Viinum's feet. Viinum immediately grabs Rane by the tuff of hair on his back and flings the man's dead-weight mass a good 150 yards away.

He growls, watching as Rane gets to his feet as if nothing had happened at all, the indention in his jaw quickly healing and reshaping.

...Sara...

There is a faint echo. That sound... it seemed so familiar and yet so far away. She had heard it before. But only when - No...

"Where is he, Vector?" she asks, managing to get to her feet rather successfully. "What did you do to him to make him..." she stops, looking around frantically. "Why is he..." she pauses, unable to get the words to form correctly.

She looks to Vector for answers, anger boiling inside her. "Why is he Changed?!" she demands.

I like it. I also like Darth Bane. Bane. It says it all. Or well most of it. 

I kinda was a bully... so I guess there's a doll which resembles me out there in this big, wide world getting the stuffing beat out of it right now. Serves it right. Copying my good looks. lol

I'm with the Jedi. lol

A doll that resembles your childhood bully? Therapy does help people. lol

Speaking of that... you just reminded me to check my email which I haven't done in like forever. I just got the last email you sent me. lol

Wa wa waaa...