That's a bit harder, but it doesn't take her long to have the other one up there as well without dropping the first.

By this point, she's sitting with her eyes closed, floating the both of them. This is soothing. No panic of something trying to kill her, no summoning up waves of emotion to shove at people, no desperate search for a way to use her resources to win. Just her, and the - well, the Force, she supposes.

She doesn't let herself relax enough to stop looking out for Nils, but she does relax.

...

Can she float herself?

Only one way to find out.

(Yes, she can.)

In order to get there, she has to - not exactly lose herself to the Force, but does have to... let her body fall away.

At first, she doesn't remember the weight in her limbs or the feeling of the ground under her, and if asked if she still breathed, she'd honestly say she has no idea. It's all so tiny in comparison to the Force. It's just a little piece in a very big web. She is not insignificant, no one is. She can feel the waves of emotions pouring off everyone in the academy, the anger and the fear and the anxiety and the pain, how the entire area sings of desperation and ancient agonies and power. Of hunger.

It's overwhelming. There's a minute where she worries she's going to drown in it, be swallowed up by the despair, but she remembers herself and pulls back and focuses inward before it gets the chance. This is her heart beating, these are the breaths she breathes, this is the way the Force flows through her. This is the tiny slice of - not exactly peace, not exactly stillness, but sureness, rightness, in the world. She lives, she struggles, and though bits of this awful place have seeped in around her edges, made her colder, sharper - she is not twisted and broken. She does more than hunger and hurt, does more than lash out and scheme, and right now, that's enough. Proof that the hunger has not won. She can't fix it right now - it's such a large hurt, the pain all around her, and the echoes of screams cut deep into the planet itself - but maybe one day. Things do not have to hurt. There can be good in the world, there can be peace, there can be more than this unending hunger and coldness.

She just has to make it happen. Eventually.

For now, though, she can lift herself a few inches off the ground.

"Lights out in twenty minutes." The intercom has no regard for her moment of insight.

Aaaaaand that is how you get an acolyte to drop out of the air and land unceremoniously on the ground. Ow.

She opens her eyes, sighing. Thanks, academy, don't mind her, she's just having a quasi-religious experience! Ugh. She'd wanted to take a shower, too - the sweat's dried by now (how long was she there?) but she still feels kind of sticky and gross. ... She can probably rush and go get most of the grime off, if she's fast. And she can be fast.

After a Force speed fueled rush to the refresher, she has the fastest shower of her life, and manages to make it to her bunk seconds before lights out, hair dripping.

She checks for any more gruesome presents in the dark with the Force, but she doesn't expect she'll find any. Nils made his point.

No presents today. And no sign of the Twi'lek or Sen.

The lights come back at on at the usual time. Another Sith day, another Sith credit.

Another trip to the overseer to see what new and exciting torture he's going to inflict upon them.

(But she'll be okay. She found a little sliver of peace, and she's going to be keeping it. Whatever happens, it'll be okay.)

The overseer has a self-satisfied smile today. "Today is your final test. There is a lightsaber in the central chamber of the Tomb of Naga Sadow. The one who returns it to me will become Lord Occlus's apprentice. Best run, slave. Nils should be halfway there by now."

She gives him a cold glare, and then turns and sprints out of the academy, checking her map as she runs. Are there shortcuts to Naga Sadow's tomb that she can use?

No. But there's also only one path through the tomb. She might be able to catch him before he can leave.

Okay. That works for her. And she has Force speed.

Off she runs, stretching her senses to their limits to try and catch dangers before they're actually dangerous to her.

Nothing threatens her between the academy and the tomb entrance. When she gets there, she can sense Nils is about halfway through already, and moving quickly.

She'll just have to try very hard to catch up, won't she? Halfway through to the lightsaber isn't bad, anyway, she can definitely catch him.

That being said, she does check the tomb for dangers while she's in it. Because there can always be dangers in a Sith Lord's tomb.

Nils has been taking care of things as he goes.

That's very convenient for her, isn't it.

Does she make it to him before he makes it to the lightsaber?

She catches up to him just after he gets to the central chamber. He turns and draws his sword.

"You're not going to win so easily this time, girl."

She doesn't reply, she's already pressing the attack, sword out and moving to stab him with it before his guard's properly up while he goes and postures like an idiot.

She gets one hit in, and his face contorts with rage. He flings a hand up and pushes her back.

"Not. Again." He flips his hand over, and lightning bursts forth. "How do you like it, bitch?"

Pain.

She crumples to the ground, snarling, and for a few seconds it's like the shock collar all over again. Like she's helpless and at the mercy of someone else and their button. Like she's calculating how much she wants to say and whether or not she can take it just to prove that she is not broken. Like she's got nothing but fire and wit and stubbornness to protect her from people that are trying to persuade her into obeying meekly.

It didn't really work then, either.

She reaches with the Force without thinking, and she pulls Nils into the air.

And then she slams him down, with as much speed as she can muster.

"Unnhh," he grunts in pain on landing. "How di- you- Impossible!" He flips back up on his feet. More lightning.

... She giggles. Who cares if she's in pain? She has telekinesis.

"Always, with, the electricity," she hisses through her teeth.

She picks him up with the Force, pulls him up higher, and slams him down again.

"You'd think," slam, "someone," slam, "would figure out," SLAM, "that it doesn't," SLAM, "fucking," SLAM, "work!"

She slams him into the ground one final time, hard as she can, and then she needs to take a minute to cough and let her body spasm uselessly because ow pain.

Well now he's not gonna get a chance to. If you want someone to do some deductive reasoning, it helps to leave their skull fully intact. And not break all their limbs. And probably their spine. And their ribs. It'd actually be more surprising if there was a major bone left in his body that was unbroken. He was hitting the ground pretty hard there.

So yeah. That shiny round thing on that pedestal in the center is probably the saber she came for.

The saber can just sit tight and be patient, because she's going to need a minute to be ready to stand.

She checks to make sure Nils is dead - oh, oh yes, he is very dead, and also kind of splattered all over the floor, she does not mess around when she kills people - and then she shakily stands and stumbles her way to the pedestal.

Anything secretly dangerous? She would not like a random trap to kill her after that.

No, just a perfectly ordinary lightsaber sitting on a perfectly ordinary pedestal, in the middle of a perfectly ordinary Tomb of a Dark Lord of the Sith.