Posessing the Ill Advised(Lupercal Torgaddon Training)

[Rev]

Looking around at the caged beasts Avare' smirked. Each one of them just as lowly as the next, each no more important to the Sith Knight then the one next to it. They were all weak, they were nothing to him. Each man, each woman, each child. All of their faces blended into one picture, weakness. Each and every one of them had been captured by the Sith for one reason or another, all taken in and put into the holding cells. Along with the actual beasts, though the beasts served a purpose, they were actually useful to the Empire. The darkness, the hatred, the pure blackness of Korriban is what corrupted each of the animals in posession of the Academy. All were hell bent on killing the creature next to it, constantly fighting, constantly scratching, never letting go of their embraced anger. It was a true sight of the Darkside, a sight of power, a sight of corruption. Avare' waited, the only silence were the groans of the slaves, and the sounds of attacks from the beasts. Taking in a deep breath he looked to the doorway. The breath he had just taken in slowly released in a showing of impatience as he awaited his newest Apprentice...

 

[Korps]

Lupercal Torgaddon strode calmly through the dark hallways, noting that the very air seemed to seethe, angry at it's very being. He felt thoughts of darkness and anger flash through his head, thoughts not his own, and he marvelled at the potency of this world. He heard his boots echo down the corridors, and he felt stronger, as though the breathes he took drew in power. This was a dark place, and here he felt contented, not soothed, but rather a kinship with the malice about him.

He entered a room filled with cages, raging beasts within them lashing out in a cacophany of anger and bestial wrath. It felt so unnatural, it felt so wrong, it felt so... powerful.

Sweeping his gaze around the room his eyes finally settled on the tall, handsome man who seemed to contain all the hatred and loathing of the world about him in his eyes, who radiated such power it awed the young Lupercal. He knew in an instant that this man could end his life before he could plead his case, that his fate was completely at the man's mercy. He felt a flicker of fear, but the promise of power, or even the hope of it, was worth the chance of death. Anything was worth giving for this kind of power.

Falling to a knee for the first time in his life, Lupercal bowed his head, "Master..."

 

[Rev]

As the new Acolyte entered Avare' smiled, this one showed much promise, he knew the true ways of respect it seemed. As he fell to a Avare' gave him a simple bow of the head be putting his arms out, embracing the room around him.

"Welcome my new Apprentice... let me ask you questions before we begin..."

Walking over to a cage with a woman who's face easily shown famine, she had been starved as had the rest of the beings within the room. They were fed once a week, and only enough to feed 3/4 of the captives, they fought for their meals...

"...what is it that this room fills you with? What is it you think when you see these beings? What do you feel?"

Avare' made sure to give no sign of his hate, his anger towards the captives. They were petty fools, below him and he could kill any of them in the snap of the fingers. Now his questions were to see what his new Apprentice thought of them, how dark his Apprentice's soul really was.

 

[Korps]

Lupercal rose slowly to his feet, his eyes scanning the room, the cages. He listened to the racket they made, breathed their stench, and felt their despair, their mindless violence and hungers. He considered his words carefully as we walked slowly closer to the beasts, animal and person alike, and met their gaze, seeing in their eyes a desperation and a fury.

He almost hissed his first word, "Disgust. They are wretches, creatures too weak, too frail and worthless to even know the power around them. They are broken by it, consumed by it. Defeated by it. I..." Lupercal leaned closer as he spat his words into their faces, "despise them."

The closest of they shied away from him, and this did nothing but fuel his loathing. Though, he had to admit, they held a lesson: that fate which beheld those not strong enough to wield the powers of darkness. Lupercal sneered at them, he would never be brought so low.

 

[Rev]

Avare' smiled, good this one had much hate in him already. He had anger, hatred, and just enough Fear to enpower him to the stages he would need to go, he would do well in the Sith ranks. Pacing a few feet from the cages he walked by a group of children who slid away in fear of anything that may be brought upon them by the Sith Knight. Continuing down his path he stopped behind the Sith Acolyte, his new Apprentice.

"Tell me Lupercal... do you know of the Sith Code? Do you know it? Do you know its meaning?"

Staring down at the man before him he turned his back to him and walked across the room, slowly, agily, and above all with a aura of power. His form was intimidating as he walked, showing no signs of weakness, no signs of despair, pure confidence. Walking to one of the cages he took a woman by the mouth, clenching down with the power of his Sith Gauntlets and looking into her pathetic eyes. His own piercing through her, instilling fear, She was nearly breaking under the gaze of the Sith Knight, though the powerful grasp on her jaw and face was enough to break a Kath Hound. Pushing her head away with little force it sent her into the wall of the cage, dropping her where she stood. Crying out she curled into a ball as the Sith Knight turned to look upon his Apprentice.

"Tell me... what is it you know of the Force?"

 

[Korps]

Turning to face his master, Lupercal simply watched for a moment as he tormented the woman. He looked into the woman's face, and saw a deeply rooted terror, a primal fear gripping her as she writhed in his grasp.

"I know only of the Sith code, master, I know not it's words," Lupercal felt slightly frustrated with this, not with his master, nor with himself, just the fact alone. He was angered by his lack of knowledge, and as his gaze fell upon the wretches caged at his feet, he felt his blood boil. He wanted, nay, needed them to suffer, to feel his anguish. His hand shot out towards them, wishing them pain, and they cried out, writhing on the floor. They clawed at their skin, as if it was the source of their agony, and for a moment he let their wailing soothe him. "I know the Force is a power that pervades all things. I know it can only be tapped by those strong of mind and of will. I know the Jedi waste it, skimming only the briefest of it's surface, refusing to let it empower them."

Lupercal let his hand fall, and the beasts whimpered and huddled away from him, shivering. "I want to know more, master."

 

[Rev]

He listened to his words and nodded, he did not expect every Acolyte to know the code upon entering his training. It was a requirement of the Empire to know the few, but powerful words that made up the guidelines of the Sith Order.

"Knowledge is something you will be filled with my Apprentice... you will learn, or you will fail, die... without a higher intellect you're only what you are looking at."

Looking around the room he could sense the anger boiling within Lupercal, a sense of anguish that sent a chill down the Sith Knight's spine. He loved the agony each individual in the room was feeling, and above all else he loved that his apprentice enjoyed their anguish just as much, and wanted more.

"Peace is a Lie, there is only passion... through passion I gain strength. Through strength I gain power... through power I gain victory... through victory my chains are broken! The Force shall free me!"

Looking back to the woman that was still curled in a ball rocking back and fourth, starving, in complete anguish. Shaking his head at the wreck that was below him he turned his back to her and walked away, to his Apprentice.

"The Jedi are weak... what you speak of is true. I used to be part of their pathetic order... if you can even call it that. They use their lies to bait in Force Sensitives... to twist them into thinking they are helping the Galaxy. All I have to say is what have they accomplished?! The Sith are the power in the Galaxy... they are the only protectors for they act! I'm glad you have some knowledge in our ways. Our sabers wont have to cross then... you would surely fall to a Sith being a Jedi! I will train you to make Jedi bow to you... make them beg for you to train them your ways... or beg for DEATH..."

Looking at his Apprentice, his eyes almost pierced through him, looking directly into his soul. It was a look of pure confidence, one that held power, one that held no lying, no deceit, not like that of the Jedi.

"Tell me Lupercal... what is it the Sith Code's meaning is to you?"

 

[Korps]

Lupercal met his master's gaze, and felt his very being, his heart and soul, being scrutinised. He knew already what was held in his heart, what depths of darkness his soul was capable of. He had turned his sight inward and seen only blackness, and he had rejoiced in it. Let his master see the monstrous inner being of Lupercal, let him see that he was worthy!

He though of the Jedi, he thought of what he had heard, what he had read, and what his master had said. He had heard tell of some feats and wonders of their order, of great deeds and great power. He recalled how awed he had been of them when he first read of them, of how much he envied them. Yet he had always known that theirs was a wasted power, a waste of potential and strength. They spent their lives caring for and protecting those too weak to do it themselves, too useless to offer anything in return! He remembered how he had hated them for this, how he was shocked that they were such a criminal waste of talent. He relished the thought of battling them, of letting his blade hiss and crack as it slammed into the blade of a Jedi. He thought of them at his knees, broken and beaten. Idly he wondered if there was any hope in any of them, if they could be shown what they had. Certainly his master was living proof that they were not all the fools he had thought them.

Alas, all thoughts for another day. Today, it was for his powers. He would not waste them.

"'Peace is a Lie, there is only passion'. People of every race love to wake up every morning and delude themselves that everything is perfect, that no harm will befall them. They writhe in their ignorant views that see others as saints and heroes. Yet even they, hate! They know love, they know jelousy, and they know rage, yet the cannot see it around them! Passion lives! Thrives! It is there always, and it is not to be spurned... this a Sith must realise.

"'Through passion I gain strength'. A Sith must know that in this hatred and emotion, lies a great and terrible power, that only by both allowing and controlling this may he reach it's height. Does not the enraged harm more fully than the docile? Does not the loving protect more fully than the apathetic? It is in our souls, our passions, that the greatest powers dwell.

"'Through strength I gain power'. Power does not come to anyone, it must be taken. The weak and frail cannot grasp power, they cannot even truly know it, only that it exists, ever above them. The Sith know this, and they wrestle power from all things, prying it from it's heights, forging it into weapons and tools, forging them in the heat of their strength. They go together, and power will only ever lie on the road of strength.

"'Through power I gain victory'. Victory. Any victory, must be heralded by power. No war has been won without a great battle of power, and no victor ever lost that battle! To succeed, one must have to power to take the victory, to allow no defeat, to topple any who would oppose them. A Sith must know their power, and must never fear to use it to it's fullest to take what they will, and throw defeat to the conquered.

"'Through victory my chains are broken'. What chains can hold a Sith? What chains can bind one who will accept no defeat, who wields true power, who thrusts with whole strength, who recognises the very nature of all things, and embraces it?! It is they who forge the chains to bind the ignorant masses, to bring low the weak, ever to shatter the defiant bonds thrust to them, and ever to punish the fools who would try to hold them back.

"'The Force shall free me!'"

Lupercal paused, and let the words roll from his lips, delighting in their sound. He spoke calmly now, slowly, ""The Force shall free me'. Accept passion, and eschew ignorant weakness and delusions of peace. Use it's strength, to seek power and take it for yourself. Wield power as the weapon it is, and take victory. In victory, all bindings are broken, all chains smashed. In power and strength all things lie before you to be taken. What is one without chains, what is one without defeat, without helplessness, without weakness, and without ignorance? One is free."

He let the sound of his own words flow through him. He did not care if this was not the true meaning of the code, this is what it meant to him, what filled him with pride and power, what drove him to become Sith! This was what he sought, and what he craved; this was the dictum that he would follow, the words he would take and hold deep in his jet heart. "One is Sith..."

 

[Rev]

Avare' simply nodded, all were possibilities, and all were true to Lupercal. If that is what his Apprentice felt there was no changing that, not changing his thoughts. He could feel, hear, even sense how each stanza empowered the Acolyte. This was something that brought a smile to the Sith Knight's face.

"A strength is in you Lupercal... a strength no one can take from you... embrace that strength and you will never break... never feel weakness again! No one can take that from you."

Crossing his arms he looked at those around him, the weak, the beat-up, and the dead. The dead were the only ones that would ever escape their judgement it seemed, another thing that brough a devilish smirk to Avare's face.

"Tell me my Pupil... what is you know of the Force.. have you been taught in it's ways or are the basics teaching necessary along with the Dark Ways?"

 

[Korps]

"I have received no training, my master, all I know is how to channel hate into a force of pain," Lupercal found it somewhat amusing that whilst others learned of simpler things first, his first talent was one wreathed in darkness. He considered it a good omen. "If you prefer, master, I can learn the basics myself, and spend my time with you to learn more worthy powers."

For some reason a thought came unbidden into his mind, a curiousity. "Master, I have heard tell that the ways of the Sith is that of a master and an apprentice, always of two. Is that the case?"

 

[Rev]

Avare' nodded it seemed the man had some knowledge of the Sith ways, it was good to know he was educated in some way or form. Walking towards an empty cell he leaned against it, relaxing somewhat.

"This is true, though the Sith Empire has been weakened due to our lack of a Sith Lord... there is always the Master.. the Dark Lord of the Sith, and his Apprentice."

Turning he looked at Lupercal for a moments time.

"Training of multiple students is essential for rebuilding the empire... that is until the new Sith Lord is chosen."

Smirking he walked over to Lupercal and gave him a stare that only power could, he was wise to only wish to learn of the dark techniques, though he needed to start easy and work his way up, there was no other way in gaining Force Energy.

"We must start with the basics... Force Jump. Channel your energy to your legs and release it as you leap. This will work affectively for leaping higher and further than most creatures and beings within this pathetic Galaxy..."

 

[Korps]

Lupercal nodded his understanding, then crouched low. He gathered his thoughts, his feelings, and willed them into his legs, not into his muscles, but into his full form. Springing up he sailed into the air, deftly leaping many times his height, slowing only as the ceiling approached to dampen his leap. He began to descend, realising that he was rather high up, and so he focused on himself. He fell to the ground, but he did so very gently, his legs absorbing what little of a shock there was, completely without pain or discomfort.

He rose to face his master, "Is it possible to actually fly with this, master, or merely glide?"

 

[Rev]

He stared at his Apprentice, for the first attempt it was quite impressive. He hadn't seen such agile motion in a long while, he would become great if he followed the code and made few mistakes.

"Through the Force my Apprentice, any and all things are possible... Though I have yet to see anyone capable of flying through controlling the Force... levitation and gliding is quite possible though. I believe flying would drain even the strongest of Sith of their energy... but through power... through constant training and the ways of the Force I'm sure it is possible!"

Pointing to a lever that would open a cage he called upon the Force pushing it. The level slid open with ease and a large man stepped out, he looked in a frenzy and ready to kill anyone or anything that got in his way.

"Choose his victim my Apprentice... reach out through the Force and push the air around the object... it will move to your control..."

There were levers grouped through the area some opening packs of Kath Hounds, others letting out children. The choice of the larger brute like man's opponent was now in Lupercal's hands...

 

[Korps]

Lupercal looked at the man, considering this trial whilst feeling a loathing for the pathetic, raving beast. He knew that the hounds would provide good sport for the bestial man, but he knew well that this was not about sport or an equal fight. Life was not equal, not fair, and this was just another example of that.

Reaching out with his mind, Lupercal pushed open the lever on the nearest child's cage, and creating a virtual wall of the force, sent the boy at the man. He smiled.

 

[Rev]

Avare' smirked wise, letting the strong survive, letting life unfold for the child. Looking to his Apprentice he simply nodded in agreeance. This one reminded him much of himself during his beginning days of the Sith.

"A good move my Apprentice... though there truly is no right answer here. I am glad you chose the weak, but you dare not test the true strengh of this man?"

Motioning his hand towards the nearest lever a larger cage slid open, only this time several adolescent children stepping out. All equal in age, strength, and mental capabilites. Though all would test this mans true abilities, should he survive it would prove he had strength, though if he lost it would provide more conflict, between the children. As they began to look at one another the children began to attack the man a conflict of life against death unfolding in front of both himself and Lupercal.

"Tell me Lupercal... what is it you see... what is it you think when you see this?"

 

[Korps]

Watching silently, Lupercal's eyes darted, following the quick, violent movements of the man against the adolescents, watching as they sought to use one another to distract him, to confuse him, and to try and outwit him. It was cunning, in it's way, but the shear brute force the man brought to bear levelled the playing field very quickly.

"A lesson. Though the man is stronger, he possesses not the cunning the youths do, and the youths have numbers on their side. Even whilst weak, together they can become stronger than the sum of their parts, and the power of the raging man can be met," he spoke slowly, giving each word it's full weight.

He walked slowly forward, crouching, watching from mere feet away the violent battle, as a gardener might watch a flower. He studied it, the man's movements, the childrens, and he was gripped by a kind of savage fascination. They would not all survive, and those to die would do so barbariccally. He spoke as if to himself, but loud enough for his master to hear well, "It is also a test for them, a test to see which is strongest. A test where the weakest will meet their end quickly, and without debate. A culling."

Lupercal looked sidelong at his master, "Ever must we be tested, ever must the strong be claimed from the weak."

 

[Rev]

Avare' nodded at Lupercal's words, he had a wisdom and intelligence about him that would make him great, the Sith Knight knew it. He had much more cunning and wits to him than any other he had trained, it was interesting to see a man posess a view of sorts. A Master in his own mind, a Master he would some day become Avare' was sure of it.

"Your intelligence... and wisdom commend you my Pupil... you have a wisdom beyond your years, that is what will make you great. That is where your true power is lain!"

Looking at the children being slaughtered by the brutish man and the man being beaten away at his every weakness. Their height gave them low shots though his fists would always meet their face or neck. Though the Sith Knight was growing sick of this petty fight, it was time to show his Apprentice what he could do with his wisdom... his power.

"Now my Apprentice you will see why they are the caged.... why they are the weak. And why I.... why we... are the free, the strong! The powerful..."

As he spoke dark energy was drawing to him, collecting within his form and being sent to his palm. A ball of energy forming slowly in his gloved hand, an energy that was unstoppable, an energy that was power. It would surely kill anything that met it's release and scorch anything there after. The maelstrom of lightning shot out in a spreadout indestinguishable pattern. The bolts of electricty coursing through each of the victims, child nor brute were safe from the attack. As the electricity coursed through their weak forms they screamed in agony, the childrens cries beating out the larger mans. It would be the children that dropped, one at a time until only one remained. He would fall in unison with the larger brute, the man dropping with a thud and nearly shaking the complex underneath him. All let off smoke as the surge of lightning continued to course through their weak frames. The slaves around them pushed against the walls, they had seen nothing like it. The lightning would soon come to a hault and only a breath would be taken by the Sith. Turning to his Apprentice he gave him a mischievous smirk before looking to the nearest woman, she was of middle age and had an attractiveness to her. Though she was weak, it would be the Sith Acolyte's next training victim Avare' was sure of it. Now he would simply await questions and answer them, then training would move on.

 

[Korps]

Lupercal was in awe. The shear... power of his master's attack, the unlimited strength of it! The Sith truly were the force of dark power that he had wished them to be, and he had been right to come among them.

Following his master's gaze, his dark eyes came to rest on the caged woman. To him she seemed utterly pathetic, whimpering in the light of true power, cringing from his master instead of learning from him! She was a fool, a wretch, and a perfect avatar for the galaxy around them, and all those weak-willed cretins and worthless souls that populated it. Survival was for the strong, not the wretched, and she did not deserve life.

Breathing deep his dark thoughts, Lupercal willed her to die, willed her to writhe in the arcs of lightning his master had conjured. He pointed his hand at her, and seethed with hate for her, for all her kind, for what she was and what she represented. He ground his teeth in fury, and from his fingertips came first a spark, dark and sinister, and then an arc. First it just arced from finger to finger, but as Lupercal's eyes narrowed, and the world around him melted away, a bolt struck her, cascading up her leg, causing her to shriek in pain. It only fuelled him. His whole world became her, became his desire to see her die twisting in the lightning, and sure enough, bolt after bolt flew from his hand, until a virtual lightning storm arced from his hand, dancing around her shrieking body. It arced from his eyes, which burned with hate, and he felt himself lift her into the air, floating in her cage, writhing. He wanted her to suffer, to take the fury he had for everything he hated, and he tightened his hand to a fist, still pouring lightning. He crushed her with his mind, he felt her body compress and he brought the very air around her to crush her. She could not even scream from the pain the lightning was causing anymore, she could not breathe.

She died quietly, the life finally draining from her eyes. Only then did he let her go, did she fall in a heap at the bottom of her cage. Only then did the lightning cease, did his eyes stop burning, and did his hand lower to his side. He found he was panting, he felt exhausted, every muscle burned as if he had been running for days. He fell to his knees, but fought his way back to his feet. It was worth it, it was all worth it.

Locking eyes with his master, Lupercal's heaving mouth twisted into a smile, "Such... power...", he wheezed.

 

[Rev]

Avare' was quite impressed at this stunt, his Apprentice had amazed him, something that was rare. Walking over to the dead body he looked down at the burns that littered her body, the pain the body let off, even through death. Turning to his Apprentice he gave him a nod of accomplishment, he had learned a strong power, something that would fear even the strongest of foes.

"...Power is right my Apprentice, once trained to control that power you will be ruthless, feared, invincible!"

Pointing to another, giving the man no time to catch his breath, he must be strained if he were to become stronger, just like his muscles that ached he would too. He would be forced to embrace the fatigue, take in the pain and only ask for more.

"That one... he is just as weak as the rest... though he may not look it..."

This man was much larger than the dead brute that was laying in a heap in the center of the room along with the children. His muscles made him appear power, unstoppable... no doubting he was powerful in strength.

"...everyone of us needs some form of energy to press on. Most it would be oxygen... deprive him of it, reach out through the Force and choke him... clench his trachea and crush it. Tease him, give him the oxygen he desires and take it away... make him beg for death!"

 

[Korps]

Lupercal nodded, lurching closer to his victim. The man looked defiant, strong far beyond even Lupercal's own physical might, and he didn not looked bowed to the limping Sith Apprentice. Yet Lupercal met his eyes, and the man saw in them a blackness, a horrible anger in place of a soul, a heart consumed with rage and loathing, and his defiance seemed to shake. Lupercal lifted his unsteady hand, and breathed deeply, grasping the air. He clenched tight, and the air around the man simply ceased to be, as if it had fled elsewhere. The man looked suddenly panicked, and he lashed in frustration, slamming against the bars, searching for air. Lupercal relented, and the man took a deep lungful of air, only for it to become trapped there. His lungs began to burn, demanding the air be released, but his throat would not allow it. He clawed at it, drawing streaks of blood, but still he choked on his own air, unable to expell it, unable to breathe. He fell to his knees, then to his side, grasping his thoat, but Lupercal remained impassive, his outstretched fist clenched.

With tears of pain running down his bloodshot eyes, the man finally fell still, dead. Lupercal collapsed to his knees, unable to draw the strength to rise. He still pushed himself, half kneeling, half standing, his eyes burning with determination. He would not be weak.