The bitter cold of the cave bit down to Destin’s bones as he walked in circles around a small electric heater he and his master had brought with them on this ludicrous journey. Usually he was one for exploring the mysteries of the Force, gaining insight on its true nature and communicating through it with his Master, but this was far, far removed from the comfort of his ship, or the Dark Star, for that matter. Even in his heavy winter clothes he felt the icy chill stiffen his muscles and ache his bones. His Master, though, sat cross legged next to the heater, meditating.
“Something troubles you, apprentice?” she asked, unflinching and unmoving.
“I’m sorry, Master. It’s just… freezing in here,” Destin replied as calmly as he could through jittering teeth. Vorsa extended her legs and stretched them out before standing up. Her features were slightly icy, covered in a white sheen of frost. Her hair, now almost completely shortened to keep frost from accumulating, lacked any semblance of life it once had. The flowers had retracted and the leaves fallen off. This climate was sapping her strength very quickly, and they would soon need to move on. Destin rubbed his fingers together under his thick gloves, determined to finish his task quickly. His Master depended on it.
“What do I need to do?” he asked, half-curious and half-sheepish. His gaze averted towards the large portal into the caves further down. According to Vorsa, there he would find his lightsaber crystal, attuned to his very being by the Force.
“In there you will find what every Jedi seeks.” She motioned towards the cave’s mouth but stopped him with a touch on the shoulder just before he turned to leave. “But you may also find something else inside. You may see things and hear things you have never even dreamt of.” She gave him a worried if hopeful stare. “Be careful and let the Force guide you, apprentice.”
“Yes, Master.” He smiled timidly and walked towards the entrance, still rubbing his hands together. The electric lamp he carried gave him little light, but it was enough to see the path. He turned one last time before entering the grotto. Vorsa’s smile faded as Destin’s back disappeared in the darkness, her right hand slowly reaching for her lightsaber at her belt.
“Come out,” she said in as low a voice as she could without it being a whisper. Her order carried through the dusky cavern with an echo as footsteps crunched the ice and frost near one of the many icy stalagmites protruding from the floor. The Neti had sensed a presence coming closer and closer as they descended — a dark presence — but she didn’t know who or what it was. Sending Destin away was the right choice, it had seemed. He would have only been in the way.
“State your purpose here,” she commanded again, the General inside her surfacing all too clearly.
“If you must know, Jedi, this location has been a viable place for training my students long since my Rollmaster days,” the stubbly, middle aged man holding a saber hilt retorted. “Students that I didn’t have to steal from their mothers’ breasts, unlike you, babysnatcher.”
He was aged, clearly lacking physical training of late, though Vorsa felt a strong threat from him. The man’s hand flashed in front of him, blue tendrils of energy and lightning arcing across the confined space, directly at the Neti. Her right hand reached to meet the current with ease and precision, dousing the swirling vortex of chaos into a single point and evaporating it into the ether.
“You will have to be better, boy,” she replied, flicking her wrist to banish the uncomfortable sensation. Her lightsaber glided into her hand with a rattle as the blade extended midflight, threateningly filling the space between them. “Who sent you?”
“It doesn’t matter either way. You’ll be too dead to bother, and the Council free of your filth.” Andre’s blade came to life in his hand readying for the attack — but the Neti pounced first. In a blink of an eye their sabers met, filling the cavern with light. She never relented, pushing her momentum further in the hopes of overwhelming her adversary. She could sense his strength through the Force, feel his expertise with a blade as they dueled, but she also noticed his sluggishness. She was quicker, faster, more precise. Her movements increased in speed once more as she slapped the Sith’s blade to the side, delivering a roundhouse kick directly to his jaw.
Inahj stumbled away, reeling in pain; Vorsa’s foot slipped as she landed and sent her head bouncing on the icy floor. The Force clamoured warnings as the Neti’s vision stopped spinning. She rolled right just as the Sith’s blade pierced the ice beneath her. With unnatural grace she spun on the floor and stood up on her feet again. She launched herself off of a stalagmite, her bodyweight pushing her forwards even faster than the human expected. Inahj sidestepped in an attempt to dodge the incoming Neti’s lightsaber only to find her fist buried in his gut.
Pushing away the pain and sudden need to vomit, he slammed a Force-enhanced jab into Vorsa’s jaw, sending her reeling back, tumbling head over heels. Once more the Jedi managed to keep her balance and jump upright, even as she slid across the slippery floor. She spat out some sap, glaring at the Sith with eyes of fire and brimstone. Very rarely did the Neti General lose her cool during battle.
This was one of those times. The floodgates were opened and she would become a Fury to anyone threatening her charge.
“You will not harm my apprentice, boy. I will make sure of that.”
The setup you do here is almost too long. The ACC is a story, but it's also a fight. It takes slightly more than half your post for Andrelious to even show up. I like the actual justification here, but I'd prefer it if you tightened it up a bit to get to the action sooner.
This feels just a tad too easy to me. Based on canon examples (Yoda vs Dooku, in EPII), absorbing Force Lighting is probably a little more difficult than "effectively effortless" but at +4, you definitely can do it. I'm definitely not marking off a point just for something like this, though.