Releasing the Darkness of Naht Tak'n

[GABA]

OOC: I'll post the last reply before the thread died.

"I thought patients was a Jedi thing?" he sneered, "I brought you the damn scroll." Naht watched his Master. He grabbed the scroll and opened it, looking at the lettering, he had been only seven the last time he was required to open a book.

"No...paa, pess-ce, peace...No peace. Well that is obvious, there never is peace, there will never will be. Eccentrics only believe that." He moved to the next line as he sounded out the words, "Knowledge, only instinct. What I survived didn't come from knowledge I know it was instinct...Serenity. If you're a puss...Harmony also for pusses." he took time to study the last line, "Only death, you have to be strong to live...and if you're not, then fine, you die."

 

[Horizon]

Rish raised his eyebrow in contempt of how Naht had some issues with reading. Even as a Bogan you still needed some basics to make it out there.

"Ugh..Good enough I suppose. All you need to do is learn that code for I will ask you it at the end of your training."

Rish then pointed back to the spot where Naht had taken the scroll.

"Now put it back if you may."

Rish stood by awaiting Naht to put the book away.

 

[GABA]

Naht closed the scroll and placed it back on the shelf. He turned to Rish. "What now?" he grumbled folding his arms.

 

[Horizon]

"Return to your room for the night and think about what you have learned."

Rish stood near the entrance and awaited Naht to leave.
Tommorow would be a strainuous day for both. Rish would
push Naht to the age with training for the body and mind.

Perhaps he might not even make it out...

 

[GABA]

Naht walked away without another word. He found his room moments later and lied down on the cot. He wasn't sure what he had gotten himself into, but he was liking it a lot. He wasn't liking his master, though he never had a liking for much of anyone his eyes and ears would pick up.

He was required to think about what he had learned today. Certainly his strengths were fighting. He was born a fighter and always will be, however, he could tell his master was disgusted with his ability to read...well...it sounded like a personal problem.

His thinking lead him to sleeping and by the time he believed he closed his eyes, he awoke.

 

[Horizon]

The morning came early for everyone within the Bogan. Young acolytes were either dragged from their rooms, kicking and screaming. Or merely walked away with their masters to begin another ruthless day of training. Rish made his way down the halls where the acolytes slept the night before. They marched within a group. Their outfits were pitch black robes that seemed to big on them. But that was the fit of the robes in general. While acolytes wore uniforms that were more clean in style.

Some what like their Jedi counterparts outfits. But with a new dark look to them. All the masters carried their acolyte's new uniforms for them to wear as their new identity. No more would they wear such pitiful garb like street clothing or pitiful armor. Every master found their acolyte's doors and knocked for a moment before barging in on their slumber. But when Rish found his acolyte he was awake. Throwing the acolyte uniform on top of Naht, Rish then walked out of the room and awaited his acolyte to change into his new outfit so they might progress with training.

 

[GABA]

"I must be accepted into the good ol' boys club." he stood with the garb thrown to him, "I got a uniform to wear." he smirked and quickly changed, he was looking like a conformist, "Whats on the itinerary today Mas-ter" he gave a sneer once he was finished eyeing the other young creatures in the room being pulled to their feet.

 

[Horizon]

"Today we will test your skills with a weapon. If you ever hope to survive against a Jedi you will need to learn how to kill a Jedi. Or if when you engage them they will strike you down. Do I make myself clear, Naht?"


Rish peeked out the door way for a moment to check on the progress of the other master's on getting their acolytes out of their rooms and onto training. A couple had already their acolyte's moving. Rish did not want to be the last one out so he had to get things going.

"Let us get moving to the sparring room. Today's lesson will be very important. If you do not get the hang of using a weapon then you will never make it within the ranks of the Bogan."

Rish then marched out the door. Expecting his acolyte to follow in closely behind him. The master's walked amongst one another in a small crowd while the acolytes pushed and shoved each other in their own small group so they would not fall behind and risk their master's anger...

ooc:
(Alright. Lets try and lengthen your posts shall we? I know you can be a great role player. So that is why I am going to ask you implement these things into your post. You don't have to but it is some advice. Give or take.

Such as post what your character is thinking. Such as what he feels about what is going on. Does he regret becoming a Bogan? Or does he feel justified and wants to become apart of the order to become one of them. Also you can include your surroundings. Like the temp or maybe what is around you. Also you can throw in the other acolytes. You could shove one down and show how much of a badass you are. To a good extent :3 Give or take.)

 

[GABA]

OOC: No problem, I had a lot going on in the real world, but I'm all settled in to my new life so my posts will be more thought out now. : D

"I doubt I will have any problem passing through the ranks of the Bogan." he grinned, "Perhaps I will even pass you up." he told his master seeing how far he could press his patients with him today. Naht wasn't sure what to make of the Bogan yet, he had seen many 'groups' in his life so far devoted to a goal, and so far the Bogan hasn't offered anything different from what he has seen with others. He saw his master hurry ahead to the other 'masters' with their students following behind. He didn't need a flashing sign that told him that this was a very competitive order of individuals, even those of equal status fought silently side by side so show who is more indeed worthy.

Naht watched the testosterone fest ahead of him, occasionally glancing at an obscure wall carving in the dark halls. He did not join into with the other male students. He watched them silently as the weaker of the bunch were pushed to the back and outsides of the group. He was looking for the leader, a miraluka, how typical, he loathed to get along with them. Self-centered, stuck up, he would take pleasure in making sure he never makes it out of here alive. Naht walked up quickly to the front of the group, the miraluka turned his head to Naht. Naht took the challenge.

The Miraluka was fast, but Naht was faster as he gripped the kid's collar and colliding his fist with the Miraluka's nose. It broke, with blood splattering back at Naht, he released him as he fell to the ground, Naht kicked his side, and wiped his bloody fist clean on the Miraluka's tunic. "The weakest."