"True, but I would hope it was a bit more then boredom," she says.  "I wasn't completely altruistic in helping you those months ago, I do hope this planet has taught you enough not to be disappointed in that."

The presence of her in the force floods forward.  Her steps are light as the door to the training room slides open.  A class is being held, although as a Sith training course it mostly consists of handing the students electro staves and telling them to beat each other.  The students immediately stop fighting and move as close to the walls as they can.  Even the instructor backs away from the door.

Perhaps what she is about to do is a bit much, she thinks as she gets to the middle of the room.  The only real mercy in what she's about to do is that she isn't being subtle about her intentions.  There is a lesson here as much as there is a test.  Jen'kun has done a very dangerous thing in being the one to greet her, and there is reward to be had in taking risks like that.  But only if he is strong enough to also survive the consequences.  If he is to be useful to her, he needs to always keep that in mind.

She turns, drawing one of her sabers, the red one, and slashing at him all in one motion.  She's holding back quite a lot but she still will absolutely kill him in front of this audience if he is not prepared.

Jen'kun is, in that instant, not there.

"Will you be offended," he says, with the fraction of his breath not allocated for acrobatics, "if I somehow manage to hurt you?"

"I'd only be offended if you failed to survive.  Do what you need to," she responds, her eyes following him.  She has a reputation as a relentless fighter, but apparently for this battle she isn't choosing to chase him down.

"Excellent."

The mind before her fades slightly out of focus as Jen'kun engages his stealth field generator, but not enough that she can't track it. (Maybe no one taught him to conceal his Force presence properly, or maybe she's just orders of magnitude more powerful than a child with a couple of months' training. Impossible to say.) He circles around behind her and sends a wave of unfocused lightning over and around her, easily deflected or absorbed - 

and then the small, electricity-sensitive grenade he dropped when he cloaked detonates, and in the same instant he comes at her with the staff and flashes of much more intense lightning, hoping against hope that the explosion left her even slightly off-balance.

(It was a not insignificant resource expenditure, honestly, explosives are not easy to come by here, but he wants to impress her with his resourcefulness, and if you're not going to expend resources dueling a Sith lord when are you, and if she takes him on then he'll hardly be short of resources. Lots of reasons to do it. Still stings a bit. He feeds it into the battle-trance.)

She hadn't had to move from the center of the room as she pushed at the bolts with the force, drawing them into her lightsaber.  Her sister had left her well equipped to deal with such unfocused lightning.

The grenade explodes, his staff collides with her lightsaber.  The explosion didn't at all knock her off balance but it did force her to step to the side, which is much more then anyone else in this room could manage.  "Jen'kun, will you hold it against me when I hurt you?" she asks, not unkindly.  She is looking him directly in the eye, his stealth field generator is clearly not doing much to hide him from her.

"I'll live." Hopefully.

He tries for a telekinetic shove, which has all the effect of a stiff breeze even though he's broken through stone walls that way. (The wall in question wasn't in the best shape.) Tries a couple more flashes of lightning, to little effect. All the while, she won't move. He knows she's testing him, and he knows just as well he's failing.

Frustration leads to anger. Anger is a resource. He feeds the fire, keeps harrying her, tries to make a good enough showing to make up for their difference in skill and raw power. The tide wearing at the rocks.

But in the end, he's not good enough.

She picks her moment to end this test, once she's seen enough to decide that he would be worth teaching.  She steps forward and puts actual force into a strike he has no choice but to block, intending to utterly shatter it in his hands.

She then holds out her hand, picking him up with the force and pulling him close to her.  She doesn't put all the pressure on his neck, instead spreading the feeling out throughout his body.  By the standards of Korriban this is a kindness.

Jen'kun feels his staff break and knows she's not playing. He feels himself lift off the ground. Fear, primal and atavistic, spreads through his mind as darkness clouds his vision.

And, as he comes closer to her -

there's a quick, vicious motion of his tail, almost completely imperceptible to the Force. And a short, wickedly sharpened dinner knife buries itself in Lord Naiera's side.

Then he falls unconscious. 

She's suffered enough misadventures from lightsabers and lightning that the hot flash of pain in her side doesn't make her stumble.  That being said, she is absolutely bleeding which is something she hasn't done on Korriban in years.  Her sister isn't going to let her hear the end of this.

She throws the boy over her shoulder.  Everyone else in the lesson they had interrupted looks at her and at the blood that has made it to the floor.  She'll have to keep the knife in for the moment.  One benefit of being a Sith Lord is that she doesn't have to explain herself.  She just walks out without a word, leaving a trail of blood behind her.

When Jen'Kun wakes up, it'll be on a bunk in an imperial ship in a different set of clothes then he'd fallen unconscious in.  The footlocker with his clothes and belongings has a knife with dried blood resting on it.  None of the other bunks in the room seem to have ever been used.

The ship itself is around large enough to house half a dozen people and one Sith lord.  However there doesn't seem to be anyone besides the Sith lord living in it, and she is currently sitting at a table eating military rations for breakfast.

This... is somewhat unexpected.

He sits up and looks around. His eyes light on the knife, and his face goes through several different expressions. (Did I - oh, you didn't - that was completely unnecessary - did she seem impressed -)

"...hi," he says eventually. "Um. My lo- maste- um. Mistress???"

"Master is preferable," she answers.  Her inner Vette feels the need to add 'unless you are sleeping with her.'  She curses her inner Vette for feeling the need to fill in for the actual woman sleeping in the engine room.  "Sith titles are strange that way, its like how I use Lord instead of Lady."

Her body language seems a little more relaxed now that they aren't on Korriban.  Perhaps its because the simple loose black shirt and pants she is wearing do not come with a cape.  She points to a cabinet.  "If you need food there are ration packs in there.  I do not recommend touching the bag of sweets unless you ask Vette.  She will bite anyone that does."

"...yes, Master." He scampers over to the cupboard. "It just seemed a pity, after all that trouble you took to teach me about gender," he says.

After some consideration, he picks out a ratpack that claims to emulate raw fish with boiled and lightly pickled staple grains. "-I am probably going to start becoming increasingly obnoxious, now that you've made me officially your problem," he hums, peeling the pack open. "Fair warning."

"That's fine, you are much less likely to get murdered for it on the ship then you would on Korriban," she says in the same dry tone she says everything else in.  Only a handful of people in the galaxy could tell when she was joking.

"With that being said, I do expect you to take actually being my apprentice seriously, assuming you don't mind that learning from me will be less..." she stops for a moment, trying to find the right word.  "Orthodox then it would be with most other lords."

His face goes very serious. "I will always take my apprenticeship seriously. Knowledge is power; through power, my chains are broken; and I intend to never be chained again."

She can't help the sad little smile that shows on her face because its always that line isn't it.  The promise that kept her striving for more and more power.  She decides to change the subject rather then risk indulging in melancholy.  "We're enroute to Alderann currently.  Its an active warzone.  The trip should take us a few days and in that time your curriculum will be in concealing yourself with the force."

A Twi'lek trudges out of the engine room with a yawn.  "Morning," she says before processing that there was a new person in the room.  Instantly she goes from sleepy to alert and smiling. "Oh hey, the kid ya kidnapped woke up?"

Naiera sighs instead of relitigating the word kidnapping.  "Jen'Kun, this is Vette.  She means the galaxy to me.  Please don't pick up too many habits from her."

Jen'kun bows shallowly. "I don't know if you can really kidnap someone from Korriban. Isn't there kind of a presumption of prior safety? Anyway, I'd much rather be here. With the Sith Lord I stabbed, and her lovely..."

Naiera makes the mistake of hesitating in choosing a word, Vette takes advantage of her moment of weakness to kiss her on the cheek.  She giggles innocently at the resulting scandalized expression.  "I am her freelance specialist.  At least that's what's on the paperwork."

Naiera quickly schools her expression, unfortunately she isn't fast enough to prevent the other two from seeing her blush.  "She is the pest that has decided to live in my ship," she says with fondness.  Vette sits right next to her, leaning against her as she starts digging into her own breakfast.

"But on the subject of you stabbing me... I will need you to explain to me honestly how your symbiote works and what you've learned about how it affects your relationship to the force."

"...usually, it's just - having control. I want my body to do something, and my lover makes it happen. Sometimes, if we know that I'm doing something stupid - scratching a scab, or saying something smart to an overseer - my lover will stop me. And - if I'm in a fight, he can handle my body while I work the Force. I think most people need to move their bodies to use the Force? Or at least, they think they do. But - my body isn't me, my brain is. So I can use techniques while my lover fights, in ways that my classmates couldn't."

He inhales. "And... when I'm unconscious, especially from a Force technique, he can... take over. He's not as clever as me, but he's quick on my feet. And he decided to stab you... he says so that you'd remember why you wanted us in the first place?"

"I suppose that's as good a reason to stab me as any," she says, seeming a bit amused.  She doesn't react to Vette gently putting a hand against the side she had helped bandage up.  "We are going to practice an amount of meditation after breakfast I think...I want to see how active your 'lover' can be while your mind is occupied."

"Yes, master." Jen'kun sets about eating the rest of his ratpack. (He eats quickly, like anyone who's just been taken off Korriban. You don't take your time enjoying food, in that place.)

Afterwards, meditation.

Naiera ends up picking a section of the ship clearly designated for cargo storage as their room to meditate.  It's relatively empty, minus some boxes full of grenades and blaster parts for Vette and a speeder big enough to comfortably seat two.

 "Were you taught by anyone how to go about meditating or just told to sit quietly in a room until you felt something?"

Vette meanwhile, having little interest in weird 'weird sith bullshit', is doing something in the engine room that is also her bedroom.  Apparently a trashy holo drama about pirates is involved in the process.