Bruga sits in front of the Overseer responsible for his training up until that point, confrontation was natural to him, he had jumped into a dozen different tasks head first and succeeded at each one with nothing but his own power. However despite this the Overseer was disappointed, he had shown no cunning, nothing that the Sith who was to show today had requested in an Apprentice. Clenching his fists he stands up ready to argue with the man before him when something seems to roll over him and rather evidently the Overseer who's breathing seems to almost grow to be difficult, the raw power of the Dark Side smothering them, though they regain composure soon, as they do both feel as though the oceans of Mon Cala are then suddenly pushing down upon them and filling their lungs making every breath gasped ragged, they can both feel their lungs summon in something but it is as if they breath toxic air.
Almost in unison they collapse to their knees, each beat of their heart ringing in their ears as it goes slower, and slower. Pain grows in their chest as they no longer feel the thump of their hearts, Bruga no longer pays the Overseer any attention, as his skin greys. He can feel his eyes drying up as if the lids were pinned open while tied down in the Dune Sea. Finally he hears the smack of boots upon stone growing closer and closer until they stop what sounds like only inches from his face. Tilting his head up to try and see who was there, maybe they could save him from whatever this was.
His eyes come up to see a pair of legs, almost blurred even as his eyes look up the figure more like a shadow, his eyes unable to focus on the form to bring any detail into view. Instead all he can see is a pair of olive green eyes seemingly completely clearly staring at him.
His mouth moves as if he is trying to ask for help. The brunette woman smiles a little before waving her right hand before resting it upon her hip, and by the time it comes to rest there, all the world returns to normal now his body feeling as if nothing had ever happened to it. Even as he reaches out with the force trying to regain composure he receives something that was impossibly confusing, even with his limited knowledge it appeared this woman was nothing special holding no more presence in the Force than some random peasant.
"Overseer Jiusi, I assume you have that apprentice for me?" Her voice is steady, almost friendly, strangely for what Bruga is assuming is a Sith Lord now his mind is clear. Finally he pays enough attention to her to make out details. Black boots that end just before the knees with silver knee guards. Legs are covered by a tight black material, over the material Sith Runes fade in and out of existence, he had never paid enough attention to the ancient Sith texts to be able to even gain an inkling of what they might say or do. Looking up a little the tight material continues up into her waist before turning into black and gold flowing fabric. Only one of her arms is exposed coated in the same black material as her lower half. Black gloves cover her hand. Her other arm is hidden beneath a shoulder cape of black exterior and red interior, the same cape seems to have a hood attached that goes over her head. The only thing that he cannot work out is why she does not appear to carry a lightsabre.
"Lord Venenifer… I was not expecting you so soon. We have yet to find anyone who is worthy of your tutelage" Bruga hides his own shock, partly at not being put forward and partly at how the Overseer sounded somewhere between afraid and grovelling.
The short woman raises her eyebrow, she cannot be over five and a half feet tall, she seemed to be far too friendly to be the one who caused them both such pain a moment ago.
"Well that is a shame" the woman turns and begins to walk away stopping after only a few steps. "See to it you have someone by the time I return. Or perhaps Harkun would like to take over your job here?" the woman Bruga now knows to be Lord Venenifer says in a menacing tone before departing the room.
Bruga waits for the crushing to return but it does not, he wonders if it was because they would be prepared for it? Or if perhaps they were not even worth the effort to suppress a second time, the desired effect having been accomplished.