Posessing the Ill Advised(Lupercal Torgaddon Training)

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Avare's crimson eyes fell to the victim, there was no doubt he was dead. Then his eyes turned to Lupercal, though he favored his new Apprentice he would show him nothing, weakness would not be tolerated. Staring though the Acolyte that was barely standing Avare' outstretched his hand and along with it came a wave of Force. It would surely send the weakened man across the room.

"...weakness! Weakness will not be tolerated my Apprentice! Fatigue... fatigue is a weakness! That is when your enemies will strike at you the hardest! Control your powers... control is what will prevent death, control is what true power is..."

Pausing for only a moment the Sith Knight crossed his arms and continued the deathly stare at his pupil, this man, this Acolyte would be strong, or he would die.

"You, Lupercal Torgaddon, will be power! Show no weakness... show no fatigue... or you will be shown death!"

Reaching out in the Force Avare' gripped his Apprentice's trachea through the Force, much like the man had just done to the dead brute in the cage. Giving it a hard squeeze through the Force it would surely block the air-way that so desired the precious oxygen. Holding it until even Avare himself thought his pupil would passout, possibly die from the air deprivation he returned the airflow to his sensitve wind pipe. Turning his back to his Apprentice he stared blankly in silence at the mongers that watched on in fear.

 

[Korps]

Lupercal had never known such pain, he had never felt his life teeter so close to the brink of death, and he felt it's cold hand reach to him, but he would not be cowed. As his life was choked out of him his eyes never left those of his masters, and they burned with defiance. If he was to die here, now, then let his master see the hate in his eyes, let the seeting and loathing burn from his gaze, there would be no weakness.

When he was released, he fell to the floor, but he refused to stay. His lungs burning, gasping, wheezing, he lifted his gaze, looking at the back of his master. Ignoring the screams of his muscles he dragged himself to his feet. He had to strain himself just to keep his eyes level with the back of Avare's head, yet he did not bow. He hissed, "I am not weak..."

He knew better to strike at his master, he knew that a turned back was an invitation to be taught a very painful, and possibly deadly, lesson in humility. He swore to himself that one day he would repay every measure of pain laid against him, that he would surpass his master, that he would teach a lesson in pain and suffering. Today was not that day.

Still he shook with barely contained rage. He decided to use it to show his master just what he was capable of, that he was no weakling, that no cage would hold him, that nothing would stop him from attaining the power he sought.

The floor on which he stood cracked, as if some great weight had landed on it, and from Lupercal's hateful eyes came sparks, his lips twisted in an insidious grin. The floor cracked again, the shattered pieces rising from around his feet to circle the apprentice. The flew about him, faster and faster, until he was surrounded in a hurricane of tiny fragments of the floor. Without warning they flew away from him in every direction, some bouncing off the metal of the cages or the great walls, but many passing through the bars, slicing through the flesh of the exposed, their cries of pain widening Lupercal's smile.

Though he was visably shaking with the effort of actions he had never before performed, still Lupercal still, defiant. "I stand... master..." he wheezed, "...I stand..."

 

[Rev]

Avare' felt the effects of the power that was growing behind him. Turning to see the floating fragments and the stance his Apprentice was in he simply smirked, the boy was learning. Crossing his arms as the fragments went off in every direction much like a bomb would he called upon the Force to absorb the stone that came in contact with him. The kinetic energy was pushed into him though quickly died away, the physical alements were left though no true pain was felt. Looking at the dead any dying creatures around him he put his hands together and began a soft clap.

"Good Lupercal... very good.."

Walking towards his apprentice he whispered in the man's ear.

"Amazing what a little competition, what a little drive can do young one... take this lesson and always use it!"

Walking away from Lupercal he signaled for the Acolyte to follow his Master, leading him towards the barracks of the academy.

 

[Korps]

Lupercal bowed his head to his master's wisdom, knowing that he was right. If he hadn't been pushed, challenged, would he have been able to do what he did? Doubtful. To him, it was a valuable lesson about his master and trusting in his ways. He would lead Lupercal to power.

Silent, he fell in step behind Avare, his large frame forming a shadow behind his master. Idly he wondered when he would learn to fight with a lightsaber, or if he would have to teach that to himself.

 

[Rev]

Stopping just shy of the doorway he turned and looked at his Apprentice. There were many other Acolytes and Knights within the room, all ranged from small children to old men. Staring into the sould of his Apprentice he could feel his desire to learn the ways of a Lightsaber Form, something time would give him. Now there was a differen't calling a more important one.

"Within these quarters are multiple Sith...I would call them Dark Jedi...Jedi..."

His repetition of Jedi showed the hate within his voice, the true desire he longed for them to die, to suffer, to rot... Staring down at his Apprentice he motioned within the room.

"They are all weak, you my Apprentice are power... you are strength, you are the meaning of the Sith Code... it was built for you... Look at them... resting, meditating, lacking true Power... true Knowledge! Show them your power!..."

His eyes fell on a woman, she was quite attractive, and appeared to be in a training stance, the only one within the room that seemed to be doing anything worthy of the Sith. Though she was weak, Avare' was sure Lupercal even knew this. Staring at the beauty he knew what must be done.

"Show them... show her your power! Make them bow to you... make her pay... with her death your teachings will proceed... don't fail me Lupercal.... don't fail the Empire!"

 

[Korps]

Lupercal nodded silently, and strode out to the woman. His eyes found hers, and for a moment she was unsure, confused by the larger Sith Apprentice striding towards her. She saw the darkness in his gaze, the determination in his eyes, and she stepped aside to let him pass, deferring to his confidence and aura of authority.

Yet as he walked right by her, Lupercal suddenly whirled to face her, his mouth curled in a snarl, his hands shooting out at her. He did not touch her, though his hands came close, for just before contact she went flying, sprawling onto the floor, a wave of the force pushing her along the floor and into the wall. A pair of young boys leapt out of the way as she slammed, hard, into the solid wall, her head banged hard against it.

Lupercal let his hands fall as he moved towards her, his lips still twisted in a feral growl. The woman recovered quickly, and sent a wave of her own against Lupercal as he advanced, her hands seeming to try to push against him as she lay with her back against the wall. Yet Lupercal casually waved the blast away, creating his own wall, a wedge to deflect the might of the push, rather than try to overwhelm it. Let her exhaust herself against him, he would use cunning with his strength.

Rising to defy him, the woman leapt at him, her hands balled into fists, her mouth contorted with rage. She seemed to fly through the air, coiled to strike, howling in anger against her assailant. Yet Lupercal did not relent his advance, but rather brought up his hands in fists before him, locking his forearms, before pulling them down, hard and fast, breaking them at his sides, his arms swinging behind him. As he did the woman's flight became a terrifying fall as she was hurled to the ground with bone-crushing force, the tiles beneath her cracking with the force of her impact. She whimpered in pain, trying to rise.

Lupercal reached her, and took a handful of her hair, lifting her bodily to meet his gaze. There were tears in her eyes, and from the way her body moved it was obvious more than a few ribs were broken, yet in her eyes he saw hate mixed with the dominating fear.

"You had every advantage," he growled into her face, and she tried to pry loose from his iron grip. "You saw my advance and you cowed!" To emphasize his last word he threw her across the now silent room, her body sliding across the floor as he used the Force to amplify his already considerable strength.

"I gave you time to defend yourself!" he yelled as he marched to her body and kicked her into the air, watching her land hard onto the floor, spitting blood. "I hid nothing from my actions!"

He smashed his arms down again, and her already limp form was crushed brutally against the ground, immobile. "This is how you defend yourself?!"

Again he pulled, and this time the floor cracked again, the stones becoming red with blood. He strode slowly to stand over her, looking down on her wreaked body. She would not survive now, if she was even still alive. "Disgusting..." Reaching out, Lupercal clenched his hand slowly into a fist over her, and her neck visably snapped.

He stared at her for more than a minute in silence, no remorse or mercy in his eyes. He hated her, he despised her, for being so worthless, for standing alongside him, another apprentice of darkness, and being so worthless.

Lifting his gaze to the room around him, Lupercal said nothing, but met the eyes of those staring at him, letting them see into his soul. Let them see, and know that he am not one of them. Let them know he was not a Dark Jedi, but a Sith!

Turning his back on the dead body, Lupercal whirled to face his master, striding confidently to stand by his side. He did not meet his master's eyes, rather staring down those others who gawked at him. None flinched, nor did he see disgust or horror in their eyes, after all, these were acolytes of darkness, but they were surprised in their way, and more than a few were awed. He clasped his hands behind his back, bowing his head as he turned to face Avare. "As you command, master."

 

[Rev]

Avare' watched with a smile only a madman, or a crazy man could posess. Watching his Apprentice physically beating the woman to a pulp was enough to make a Mandalorian flinch, but not this man, not Avare' Trucido. His eyes followed every fluid motion his pupil performed, his attacks exacting everyway shape and form possible. The brutality that was dealt was mystifying in a way. He had just slaughtered a Sith Knight, but not any Knight the highest honored in the Academy, like she was nothing... just what these Dark Jedi were... nothing.

"Lupercal... you have proved your worth to me, with that you gain a choice... an option of what to do next!"

Turning his back to the Acolytes within the room he motioned for his Apprentice to follow, their ears were not worthy for what the Sith was about to lay upon his student. They were nothing compared to the man at his side, they were mere bantha fodder compared to the Acolyte at his side. Walking down the dark halls Avare' spoke dominantly, a tone that only a Master could bring out.

"Lightsaber creation... the key weapon to a Sith... a mere tool to a Jedi. With it we gain power, without it we are a mere being in the Galaxy... yes we have the Force, the true power in this Galaxy. But no Sith is complete without his or her weapon!"

Looking over at his Apprentice he took in a deep breath, taking in the hate that was still radiating off his pupil's form. It was like an Aura of darkness, a Power Avare' had but never had the opportunity to in a way feed off of. The others were weak compared to this one... this one brought greatness.

"...or we can go to a place... a cavern that is filled with the Darkside... filled with hate, anger, fear, every energy a true Sith desires! Being in the presence of this cave fills you with energy... gives you power... makes you crave it! Though the choice is yours my Apprentice..."

Stopping in the center of the Academy he crossed his arms and stared across at Lupercal, knowing he would make a choice.. Knowing which he would pick Avare' waited for the answer Lupercal had long desired to plea...

 

[Korps]

Lupercal was thankful for his master's praise, though he couldn't honestly say he was relieved or elated, just appreciative. He considered his reward carefully, knowing that it was not the reward it pretended to be. He knew that in time he would both wield a lightsaber as well as visit the cavern of the Dark Side, so the option was more of a foretelling, a gift of information, than a true option. It may serve little practical benefit to know such things, but still Lupercal was glad he knew, and was, again, thankful.

Yet he knew that, of the options, of the power and majesty offered by both, his dark heart sang to one tune, and the lure of the lightsaber could not be refused. "I choose the blade, my master. Let me stand complete before the whirling forces of darkness, and accept their gifts, whole."

 

[Rev]

Avare' nodded, knowing before the question was asked what the young Sith Acolyte had wanted. His desire for the blade nearly radiated from his very being, he wanted to weild the powerful weapon of the Sith, and strike down his enemies. Once his saber was created he would be able to do just that.

"Then come my Apprentice..."

Leading him to a dark chambered room there were hundreds of pieces lain throughout, many useless to a lightsaber and others vital to the creation. With the hundreds of parts it looked as if to a normal being it would take years to find all the right pieces.

"The parts will call to you my Apprentice.. you must listen, and they will tell you which to choose, the Force will guide you! Come to me when you have completed it... I will add the crystal and should it work we shall further your training... it is nearly complete!"

Turning to the doorway he would make his way to his private meditation chambers below the Academy.

 

[Korps]

Lupercal said nothing as his master left him to this room of many parts. In his mind's eye, some of the bits and scraps seemed almost to glow, whereas many were just there, as unique as the bland floor upon which they rested, and he knew which would be used to construct his weapon. Yet he also knew that there were pieces enough to construct many more than a single lightsaber, he knew that he could construct one of a myriad of designs from the practical to the artful, from the modern to the archaic, and he was pleased.

Kneeling, he began to sort through the many pieces, considering some, deftly tossing others, until he found those that seemed to call to him. He chose fairly basic parts, preferring not to be bogged down by elegance and form, but still, as he began to assemble the weapon, he found a simple beauty in it. He spent little time deliberating, and before long he had the workings of the lightsaber laid out before him. He did not know what exactly to do in it's construction, but he trusted to what seemed right to him, and it was not long before he held it up, completed.

It was silver and black, simple and elegant. He had dispensed with much of the over-indulgent artistic aspect of it, but it still looked quite tasteful in it's way. Taking ahold of it in his hands, feeling the grip comfortable for both single and doube handed use, he felt a connection to it, a kind of belonging with it resting in his hands. Reaching down, he took a small piece of metal, and dragged it across his palm, drawing blood as the sharp edge tore into his skin. He repeated the gesture with his other hand, and then cast aside the metal, taking his weapon in both hands, letting the small amount of his blood touch the lightsaber. It seemed to soak the blood in, as if it hungered, and Lupercal simply smiled.

Knowing his master would sense his pleasure and completion, Lupercal simply waited for him to come. Idly he wondered how his master seemed to read him so well, and began to consider how he could protect his thoughts in the future.

 

[Rev]

A sense of fulfillment had filled his newest Apprentice, and the calling was sent to Avare'. Getting up from his meditative trance he exited the chambers and made his way back towards the room. As he walked in he could see Lupercal holding the lightsaber in completion, in achievement. Walking over to him he reached out and took the hilt from him, almost forcefully. This one had promise, and he would not see him failing. Looking over the basic hilt it had a sense of extravagance to it that only a blademaster would find beautiful. Admiring it for only a moment he opened it, putting the crimson crystal in the base and closing it back up. Now it was his Apprentices true test, would the Lightsaber be a true masterpiece. Clicking the activator the crimson blade shot to life, filling the room with the red glow. Staring into the blade it held a sense of darkness, death, and power to it. The crystal was not the same hue he had put in, it was darker. As if Lupercal's own blood was fused with the color crystal, making it the color of his very own blood stream.

"...interesting..."

Giving the blade several quick turns and twists followed by motions as if parrying a foe, the kind only a true blade master could perform. Nodding in self agreeance, he found it satisfactory. A strong blade it would be, one for the Empire to log it would seem. Once again giving the activator a click the blade disengaged with a louder hiss, disapearing until next time. Tossing the hilt to his Apprentice he gave him a nod.

"Good my Apprentice... your training is nearly complete... few tasks remain, and then you will be a true Sith!"

 

[Korps]

Lupercal bowed his head as he took his weapon. It felt different with it's crystal, as if it was alive, an extension of him; it felt... right. Revently he let it rest at his waist, and looked back to his master.

"I am ready, master."

 

[Rev]

As Avare' began to walk away he had set up a dueling droid to silently make its way to his Apprentice. Slowly sneaking upon Lupercal it's arm was high above its head, a training saber in hand. Though only a training lightsaber it would still kill the man should he not be ready. Bringing the blade down with a quickness only a droid could perform it ignited the saber just inches before comming in contact with the man's throat. Avare' on the other hand continued walking, his Apprentice would make quick work of the droid, or would be dead...

 

[Korps]

Lupercal sensed something moving as he walked with his master, something devoid of emotion and life. A droid. As he walked he felt it move closer, shifting, sneaking up behind him, and Lupercal knew it was an attack. Waiting until the droid struck, Lupercal dropped like a stone, the blade flashing to life mere inches above his head. Like lightning his own blade slashed out, and he twisted his body as he fell, slashing his blade in a long arc, severing the droid's weapon arm just behind the hilt. Before he could even think, Lupercal had changed his position, and with a flurry of swipes, the droid lay in no fewer than a dozen pieces, smoking in ruin.

Holding his weapon ready for a few moments more, he watched the droid, wary for any further signs of life. Finally he relaxed again, a deactivated his saber. He turned back to his master, knowing full well that it was his doing. Though he knew there was no true wish for death from his master in the attack, that it was as much to hone Lupercal's awareness and senses as it was a test, he still resented the attack, knowing as well as Avare' did that it could have ended his life. He felt a bitterness rise towards his master, but he let none of it show. He also knew his master did such things for Lupercal's benefit, not his own, and for that, Lupercal was grateful.

Falling quickly into step with his master again, Lupercal said nothing.

 

[Rev]

Leading his Apprentice out of the academy he came to a hault near the valley of the Dark Lords, where a single ship lay in wait. Looking at the multi-passenger vehicle he turned to his Apprentice.

"There is a man on Tattooine, goes by the name of Fi'rre, a small crime lord. He is disrupting some Sith operations there, nothing extreme, but enough to be a thorn in our side. I have chosen this as your final test, we shall go to Mos Espa, find this pathetic scoundrel and end his, and any of his companions and work forces lives."

Giving Lupercal a nod, knowing his Apprentice wouldn't oblige. Walking to the ship he went up the boarding ramp and began preperations for takeoff.

((We can end thread here, or we can keep doing it here instead of in Story, up to you))

 

[Korps]

Lupercal was silent as he followed his master up the ramp and into the ship. His mind raced at the thoughts of what was to come, and what had transpired already. He thought of all the events in his life thus far, and yet everything paled to utter and complete insignificance compared to what had happened to him this last little while. He now stood on the path of the Dark Side, of the Sith, and of power.

For a rare moment in his blighted life, Lupercal Torgaddon, Sith Acolyte, smiled.

((Let's move it into Story, so it's more public.))

 

[Rev]

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