Jonas Eldridge's Training

[jediduncan]

The room that had been selected for Eldridge's training was one of Aramis's favorite rooms in the Korriban training facility. On the wall was one of the Sith's favorite displays of his prowess; a large blood smear that seemed to cover the wall from ceiling to floor. It was surprising that anyone could extract that much fluid from a single victim, but Aramis was good at killing stuff. Like, really good at it.

After smiling proudly at the blood stain that no one had bothered to clean up, he looked around at the rest of the room. It was fairly large, longer than it was wide, and the walls were a boring metallic grey. At the far end of the room was a display case of weaponry, lined with swords, axes, stun batons and blasters of all varieties. A few broken droids sat next to one remaining working one, but besides that the room was bare. Perfect for sparring.

Despite the quality of the room, Aramis wasn't in a particularly good mood today. He liked action. He liked killing. Training meant not killing the other person. That was boring. He didn't want to be stuck training some know-nothing talentless whelp. He hoped the guy wouldn't show up at all, or if he did, he'd get scared of Aramis and run away quickly so Aramis wouldn't have to train him.

 

[Dalloph]

Jonas Eldridge walked slowly down a dark hallway leading to the Sith training room playing a stringed instrument in a peculiar style. He payed little if no attention to his surroundings all he concentrated on was his chaotic music. As he walked the music covered every range possible an erie blue dark glow encompassed the instrument. "It feels the darkness you know. It feeds off it" He said out loud in a dark and passionate voice. "How could an instrument possibly feel the dark side? It's not even sentient!" Jonas spoke this time in a different voice one more logical and emotionally devoid. The instrument's music came to a screeching halt. "There there now there's no need to offend it." The Instruments music started again."It's sentient but weaklings like you couldn't understand the language of its music let alone its dark nature." "I don't care look there's the Room." A light appeared at the end of the hallway Jonas stopped strumming the instrument but it continued to play for several seconds afterward.
Jonas walked into the room the scent of blood wafted in the air his instrument strummed pleasantly to itself almost as if it knew of the death inside the room. Walking into the room he stopped at it's center next to a spot where a deep cracked impression had been made by some heavy weapon. He surveyed the room looking around it all there was not much in it only some weapons and a broken droid in the far side of the room. His eye's came to rest upon the blood stain. "That's a nice effect." The instrument strummed in agreement. Jonas then looked to the creator of the stain he looked at the man sizing him up. "Your my Master?" Both sides of Jonas said skeptically in perfect unison. "Your not even taller than me!"
...Before Jonas's Master could reply he left the room anger welling in his heart. "He's not the right one I must search for another." He pulled out a Datapad and began his search looking through archives of information upon the current masters of the Sith Academies. Finally through tons of names of those deceased or cowards who have fled the Sith he found a name "Dar Renko." "Interesting" he read what little data there was. "I shall seek him out." Jonas disappeared down the twisting dark hallways of the Academy all trace of him vanished.
OOC: I've switched to a new training thread.