It didn't take long for Katerrina to find the Marketplace. The coin purse was heavy, hanging from her belt, almost as heavy as her mind. She'd originally entered The Chainned Inn to track down a known slaver. She'd left, changed. Before she stepped out the door, Katerrina bowed to Travanix, in acknowledgement that she was his apprentice, and he was her Master. The lure of the power was irresistible.

Most of the stalls and shops didn't have what Katerrina sought. Finally, she found a small kiosk tucked out of the way. On approach, she saw the owner had a variety of sleek unitards, made of a silky material that stretched and moved, snapping back into place without distortion. This seemed to fit what he wanted for training. A discussion with the owner soon had three of the unitards in a bag, for much less than the ticketed price. All of them were black, sized to cling to her form without restriction.

Katerrina made a few more small purchases. A thinner belt made of a supple hide unlike anything she'd seen on Ossus, a handful of dark ties for her curls, and a pair of short boots that fit like a second skin. All of these were bundled up, and she left the Marketplace.

On the steps of the Chainned Inn, Katerrina hesitated, as if her old life was calling her, warning her. She soon recovered, and with squared shoulders and a blaze in her eyes, she opened the door, and stepped inside.

"Master, I'm back. And I have your change."

Katerrina took off her outer robe, folding it and setting it neatly on one of the chairs by the bar, leaving her in her black tunic and breeches. The chill was worse without it, but she found she was getting used to it. Travanix must have something against heat.

She unwrapped her parcels and laid out the unisuits, new boots, and belt on the bar for him to see.

"These were all I could find that matched what you said I needed for training. The material's stretchy, not like anything on Ossus." She looked up at him. "I hope these will work."

She stared at the robe in her hand. It had been a gift from her Jedi Master, given just before she'd gone through her Trials. It meant a lot to her.

But the taste of power she'd experienced, meant more. Already she felt the anger stirring, and as she held her old robe, where she touched it began smoking, but that was all. The concept of passion's fire escaped her, so no flames joined the smoke.

The frustration built within her, as she struggled to do what she was asked, the robe smoldering, but not burning.

She gasped, a small exhale of air as her robe was consumed by the green flames he created. The display impressed her, and she felt a longing inside her.

"I have the skill, but the Master's didn't show us this." She paused. "I know I can do this, if shown the right way."

She looked up at Travanix then, eager to learn more.

"All that's left of my past is what I'm wearing, and.. my lightsaber. You'd have me destroy that?"

Her hand went reflexively around her blade. The clothes, TRavanix had already made it plain she wouldn't be training in those. The lightsaber, howver, was as much a part of her as her arms and legs. Surely he'd let her keep that, given the nature of this place?

She nodded slowly, setting aside one of the unitards, the belt, and the boots, repacking everything else neatly.

"Then I'd better change out of my old things, since I won't be needing them anymore." She ran a hand over the unitard, before picking it and the rest of the things up. She bowed to Travanix, then looked around the Inn. There was one thing she hadn't seen.

"Is there some place I can change?"

Her cheeks burned. If he knew as much about the Order as he seemed to, he had to know why she asked. But, this was the start of her new training. It was never a good idea to get off on the wrong foot with a new Master.

"I've got nothing to hide. And I'm not weak."

Her trembling hands did betray her fear, as she sat on a seat, tugging off her old boots, setting them neatly on the floor nearby. She untied her tunic, and with no small hesitation, she let it slide from her shoulders, letting it fall into the seat. Her breeches followed, even more slowly than the tunic. Her form was sleek, looking fragile and delicate at first glance. His gaze made her focus on the new black unitard, as quickly tugged it on. Or as quickly as one who has never seen, let alone worn one, can.

After finally getting the stretchy material where it all belonged, she slipped into the new boots, and strapped the thin belt around her hips, attaching her lightsaber to it.

Finally, she gathered up her hair, binding back the red curls and waves with one of the ties. Once finished, she lifted her eyes to meet his.

"Will this work, my Master?"

He was faster than anything she'd ever seen. Before she could move, or draw a breath to protest, he'd cut the unisuit, exposing more flesh than she would have dreamed proper. When he was finished, she looked at the cuts. The fabric was not snagged, the cuts so clean and finished it looked like she had bought the unisuit that way. Her arm instinctively curled around her stomach, before her discipline kicked in, and she forced both arms to her sides, meeting his gaze without flinching. However, her cheeks still burned.

"Should the others be made to match this one, my Master?"

She listened as he spoke, paying careful attention, resisting the urge to fold up her old clothes. They stayed where she'd left them, crumpled in the seat next to where she stood. Katerrina felt like she was back on Ossus again, his words like the one uttered by her old Masters. Only twisted.

When he turned to look at her, the only sign his words affected her was in the slightly faster way she was breathing. Pain was not something new to her, but the way he spoke of it had her wondering if her experiences even counted as pain. She kept the pricking fear out of her voice, adding in a hint of the arrogance she'd displayed when she first entered the Inn.

"I'll do more than live, my Master. I'll thrive."

Before Katerrina could answer, the impact from the lightning made her stagger backwards against the nearby seat. She gripped it tightly, the immense pain tearing through her body making her cry out, a sharp note over the crackling energy.

The effort to keep standing was more than she could bear. She sagged to the floor, her body almost smoking from the effects of the lightning. He was sure to see how badly she was hurting. But she was alive, and that was something.

Cries soon became screams, as the eletricity ripped through her body. There was no power she could summon to block the energy. None of her gifts could help her now.

Katerrina writhed on the floor, twisting and jerking as the lightning tore through her, arcing from her body to the seat, to the bar she'd damaged. All she could see was cold blue light, even when she shut her eyes. Each time she thought he was finished, another surge hit her, and her screams echoed in the Inn.

When the energy was withdrawn, she collapsed on the floor, moaning, her throat raw. The touch on her shoulder sent shivers all through her overheated body, making the moans louder. After he finished speaking, she nodded her head slowly, her voice raspy and harsh.

"Yes Master."

She struggled to get to her hands and knees, her every movement hurting. Reaching for the seat, she felt like a small child again, in the very beginning of her training. The only difference was, the old lightsabers used on Ossus didn't make a youngling's body smoke.

Katerrina stayed on her knees for a long while, leaning against the seat. It would take some time before she'd be able to stand.