Knuckle Busters [TRAINING]

[DeathToll]

Today, this particular hangar echoed with an emptiness. The Knights were loosing numbers faster than they were gaining them, and it showed. Less and less returned with their lives in this ruthless fight, and Zsaekriel needed a tougher crop.

Standing wide with arms folded over his silvery armor, black armorweave flowing down beneath it, he was meeting another of his kind today. Personal training between the Field Marshall and students was becoming more and more common, as failure was not an option. His broadsword hung from his side, and both twin sabers dangled in front of him from his belts loosely. He was a devilish character, yet devoid of emotion. The darkskinned Keshiri beamed a confidence, yet did not hold a malicious heir. He would die for any of his brothers and sisters, and today he would sweat out all the water in his body for the sake of making a true warrior out of this man. The time had come.

 

[Zen]

The Original Member of the Knights, was still living an breathing, he has been training, other then the force, and was in his room most of the time. He was one of the Original Members of the Imperial Knights. That was still alive. And also a Triple Hybrid species, and one other that was not known to him. He was also part of a Legendary Evil Family Clan, that has survived over the years, he was no more then 10 years old, the boy looked as if he was 10, his wisdom, and brain was older then his actually body age. He made his way to meet his first, Trainer, He were, ripped, jeans, ripped, shirt, dusty boots, ripped dirty t-shirt, ripped gloves, ripped, jacket, all in black, and his lightsaber was around his belt. He made his way towards where he was supposed to meet him, instead of stopping, to interdiction himself, to his trainer, he dropped towards the ground, folded his legs crossed, and closed his eyes to mediation.

 

[DeathToll]

Peculiar..., Zsaekriel thought. Had this been the setting of the old days, where Zsaekriel had been a knight rank before the Purge, Zsaekriel would have put this man through rigorous excercises and punishment for this undisciplined and disrespectful greeting. But Zsaekriel had seen it all, and needed all the men was given him.

He sat down in front of the strange acting 'boy', and folded his legs similarly and began a joint meditation; feeling what he was feeling, seeing what he was seeing. And soon, Zsaekriel was inside Alex's head completely.

 

[Zen]

Alex merely smiled and spoke."You know,if you wanted me to great you properly, should have asked? I came here to learn."He said slowly, his head was clear, and there was a huge wall in his mind block any mind reading, it was a weak to strong wall, but hopefully enough to stop any attacks."I Have an idea, for you. I've been here for a while, trust me, longer then any of the other members that started off at the lowest rank, I know the rules, yet I choose to not bid by them, because I merely want to enjoy my life, and not live so sorrow like you do? Trainer my name is Alex Nonomyth, and trust me I can read you like a book. Your face, says it all as soon as I got here. Anyways."He said slowly, keep his head clear, from anything, he always did had a neck for blocking mind readers, even so mind reader were rare, and only few had that ability. or were born with it.

 

[DeathToll]

The Field Marshal spoke back into the young one's mind, past his guarded wall to give weight to what he now said.

I've only just met you, Alex Nonomyth. How could I have asked anything from you before I met you?

Zsaekriel's lips remained shut. He was extremely skilled in telepathy and empathy, though this young man showed a considerable promise in such ways as well. For now, Zsaekriel simply mused with him, learning about this Alex before expecting what normally he should from him. Then he spoke outloud, so as not to be so intrusive.

"And my name is Zsaekriel Dtoahfre'Vuun. If I may attempt to understand you? You say you come to learn, yet the first thing you offer is advice. You say you know the rules, yet you willingly admit to not live by them. Am I correct thus far?"

 

[Zen]

He smiled. Before speaking out loud."If you be so kind not to enter someone mind without there permission I would kindly love that, There stuff I would love to keep to myself, and not share with others. And speak, with your tongue, and not with your mind, we are not that far away."He giggled, before waving his hand, out and then slowly, he begun to speak while the waved his hands."You are wrong, and right at the same time, In order to learn, your trainer needs to have enough knowledge, confide, when and when not to push the person. A lot of other stuff I am not going to mention of the top of my head seeing as I am not thinking or using my brain I am merely talking, so you won't be able to enter the Cerberus of my brain, in order to get your information, not that your going to or not. Your also, wondering, why am I so cocky, and am mocking you? Well I neither, I am not cocky nor mocking, what I expect from you, is not to be a smart ass. Understood? Good?"He paused before speaking again."I am giving advice, so we both learn. From our mistakes, and victorious effect.And kid, there's a different between living by a branch of rules in an Order, and obeying, them, and also living a life, there a time and place for everything both for Obeying rules and Enjoying life. So yes you are wrong, Mister Zsaekriel Dtoahfre'Vuun. Now if you kindly, leave my mind, before I reach a breaking point in my mind. And so I can think, over the words that came out of my mouth."He said slowly.

 

[DeathToll]

Zsaekriel, probably twice this one's age, stood up as he cleared his throat; having merely placed his own thoughts into the Prospect's mind and not seen or taken anything intrusively. Zsaekriel gestured a solid-flexed hand up.

"Stand up."

He was Alex's superior in a militaristic group of Knights, and this giggling boy had called him 'kid'.

"We are not Jedi here. If you do not wish for others to invade your mind, then you do not allow them the privilege."

Zsaekriel paused. He was not convinced.

"Tell me, then. What are our rules?"

 

[Zen]

He opened his eyes stood up. Before he begun to speak."Errr, I forgot?"He said slowly. Before he slowly, giggled again for no reason, but then again, he was just messing with him."Yep, I forgot."He said slowly.

 

[DeathToll]

Zsaekriel was no fool. He could sense every bit of unchecked emotion and every stray thought this Prospect let swirl about his head, just as undisciplined as his words. Though, Zsaekriel held no ill will towards him. In fact, he was merely directing this training session as he would most Prospects untrained in the hardened drills of an Imperial Knight. This one had been allotted too much time alone in his chambers.

"We are Imperial Knights!
We serve the Emperor through the Force, even when there is no true Emperor!
We do our duty by the Emperor and by the Force, no matter the cost!
We discipline our loyalty, embodied by the Light!
Service for life, disobedience with death!
WE ARE THE IMPERIAL KNIGHTS!!"​

Zsaekriel had chanted the mantra up into the rafters of the once old hangar bay with pride. He was not ridiculing the boy. He was not berating the boy. He was simply demonstrating and teaching by example. It was a privilege to be an Imperial Knight, one not afforded to all, and Zsaekriel would remind Alex of that. Soon, Zsaekriel would put in the time to see Alex wearing their beliefs with pride as well.

 

[Zen]

He giggled, again, now laughing, his giggling turning to laughter, of a mad man, this truly brought a tear to his eyes, it was if he was the Mastermind. And then his emotions cut, and he was calm again."Thank you, for believing something a person lied to, and also thank you for answering my answer for me. You truly are something."He said slowly, now Alex was mocking him.

 

[DeathToll]

"You mock our tenets? Your oath?"

Zsaekriel had neither beleived anything Alex had said nor answered for him. He had recited the Imperial Knight mantra where the Prospect had failed to do so. Such was all that was left of their once great Order? This? This was like a teenager making fart noises in a classroom simply to get a rise out of the teacher and his classmates. Except here, all his classmates are dead.

"Do you know how many men and women have died for those words that you so easily laugh at? You jest like a child while the Sith burn through the galaxy like a plague."

 

[Zen]

He clutched his fist and barked."The Sith can kiss my ****ing ass, I mocked you to show you, your not the only one with wisdom, if my saying by mocking you proved that I am arrogance in your view then so be that. I was proven a point, that I am not some kid. I take that oath strongly, so I advice you to not assure me of something I never intended to offend."He said Harshly, now Alex was pissed because his teacher thought he was mocking the oath, which he was not. He was trying prove a point.

 

[DeathToll]

"Good. I will not allow such affected showings of loose behavior here. An Imperial Knight is under complete control of his emotions. We are few, but we are proud."

The Field Marshall pointed a finger to Alex's lightsaber.

"That. Is that for show? Or do you know how to use it?"

 

[Zen]

This guy was an ass, he looked at him. And spoke."No it's for me to play with while I am chopping my own arm off? What the hell do you think? Of course I know how to use one if I have on me. Bloody hell." He said slowly.

 

[DeathToll]

"Then show me. An Imperial Knight's word is nothing compared to his action. We serve with physical action, not with compliments. Now hit me!"

Zsaekriel did not move a muscle, standing there without any defences other than his trained body. His weapons remained on his belts. He was a wall, completely stoic, yet standing in this Prospect's way to growth. He would build this Prospect up, to become the image of a true Imperial Knight.

 

[Zen]

He sneered at him and spoke."Your merely a joke." He said, taking out his lightsaber, and flicking the switch, with that said a silver light emitted from it, from there he focused, his energies, to mask his place, Making him now invisabily, then he engineered, his others focus, and signs of life from the force, and canceled them, now he was no longer sensed by the force, he can only hold this up for two minutes, because he was untrained, and plus he was doing three things at once. His lightsaber then was switched to training mode, as he slowly, made his way towards, the man, and an attempt to slash him in the front if he was hit, it will leave slight burn bruise, on his body or armor, that's if it hit. His rude behavior, has turned him in to an ass as well, following the teacher's speechless as well. It was uncommon by him but he was also trying prove a point.

 

[DeathToll]

Alex's lightsaber bounced off of an invisible barrier surrounding Zsaekriel in the form of a bubble, as Alex himself would no doubt fall backwards from the unmoving wall that encompassed him. Once the Prospect had attempted to disapear, the Field Marshall hefted a breath of disapointment - thus forming this barrier.

The Prospect was not outnumbered. He was facing the first attack against one opponent, and he chose to begin with stealth?

"I didn't say 'tap' me. I said HIT me!"

The Field Marshall would not be so disrespected for a Prospect to fear harming the Field Marshall, and dialing down their lightsaber's power emittion. Such was a backhand to honor and loyalty. The scars all over his face were evidence enough he had seen more battle in a year than this Prospect had in his entire lifetime. But this is why Zsaekriel was here, to give Alex the tools and skill to use them.

((THREAD ENDED FOR LACK OF ACTIVITY. SUMMARY STANDS AS A MEETING ONLY. NOTHING LEARNED. NOTHING EARNED.))