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| - It was, at least as she perceived it, a happy time for Ultera. She could feel her connection to the Force grow as the woman taught her the basics of their craft and trade. She would send the young Twi’lek into the forest to gather materials for the various potions she would craft for her arts. The woman showed the girl the basics of using a lightsaber, and had just begun her more in depth tutelage regarding the Sith magics. One day Ultera returned to find the door smashed in and her mistress’ body lying upon the floor. As the young woman entered she saw a man tearing through the various scrolls and tomes, fuming and cursing as he appeared to be searching for something. It was just then that he stopped, turned, and growling yanked the young woman with the Force, pulling her in close. “Where is it?” he growled, close enough she could feel his hot breath upon her face. “I know she discovered it, where is it??” he screamed, roughly grabbing one of her lekku and pulling hard on it. Ultera had no understanding of what the man meant, but her fear and anger grew inside her as she did understand he had taken all she knew away from her. As her focused anger grew, the man’s focus in his blind anger waned. He never saw the glint of steel, or felt the shift of her weight, as she grasped the metal tool from the bench with her hand. Even as he thought he held her still she summoned enough power to move her arm. It was only her arm, and a Sith Lord with proper focus would have immediately removed her arm with his lightsaber or held it still with his power. Unfortunately for him, his focus was not there… and even though it was just her arm, it carried with it all her anger and fear – that, and the sharp metal tool that she plunged deep into his eye. The man suddenly dropped her, and in her rage she grasped a large tome from the bench and began to strike the man over and over. In her rage she refused to stop, slamming the heavy tome against his unprotected form repeatedly, blood splattering her ashen colored skin. Only until her anger faded and her focus waned that she stopped and took stock of what had happened. Ultera carried her mistress to a quiet cove and laid her to rest there, the last tender emotion she thought she would ever feel. She had not known that their relationship was different from other Sith Lords and their Apprentices; all she had known was this woman had freed her from her servitude, protected her, fed her, and cared for her. It was the only life she had known for the last 8 years, and now it was over. She claimed the lightsaber of her mistress and the man who attacked them, never having been given one of her own. Her only regret was that she lacked the knowledge to decipher the woman’s writings, never having learned her name. Though she had only basic training, she managed to take what she could carry from the hut and burned the rest, using the craft to fly into the reaches of space. Her she decided she would seek others who had learned the same arts as her, and grow in them. Her hand gripped the throttle as she engaged the hyperdrive, making a solemn oath: She would never be weak again.
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