Tainting of the Tortured Soul(Raithe Lissiri's Training)

[Insomnium Savant]

Another transmission had come to him from the Bogan’s chambers. He had another Acolyte, something that made the man quite happy. For some time, he had been worried that he would not be able to find even one for him to train. He was thusly relieved to have no less than two Acolytes learning from him, with the potential for more on the way. He would rise to the challenge and work tirelessly for the cause of the Bogan; it was one of the only things that his immoral, and yet ethical mind could devote itself to.

As he gathered his things and made his way for one of the cliff edges on Ando Prime, he made a mental checklist of things that the Acolyte would need to cover. The code of the Bogan needed to be instilled; loyalty to the Bogan must be given paramount. The Lightsaber forms had to be covered so that the Acolyte could master one. There were a few Force powers that were nearly obligatory in the learning, but he was willing to teach a few specialized ones that would set his Acolytes apart from the rest. And of course, there was the history of the Bogan.

Nikoj idly wondered if the Acolyte would be there when he arrived. If so, then he could fully expect to attack the learning Dark Jedi. If not, he could always take a more tame approach than the chaos and the passion that was normalcy for him.

~Nikoj

 

[Valshot]

Raithe was sitting at the edge of one of the many cliffs of Ando Prime with his legs crossed. He stared out into the vista with his blank eyes. He was told to wait for his new teacher. The view was beautiful even with it just being an outline of force colors. Mixtures of greens, blues, and yellows covered the land in Raithe's eyes. While the mass of the planet was engulfed in a snowy blanket and covered with vast mountains.

It reminded him of the same place where he had lost his vision. It was quite ironic to him actually. He had lost one life and he was going to gain another. A more powerful life one that he'd embrace and prosper in. The tattered cloth that covered his body was gaining a small layer of snow. This man would have to come quickly or the only thing waiting for him would be a pile of snow.

 

[Insomnium Savant]

Nikoj stepped off of his speeder when it reached the pinnacle of the little hill that lead up and onto the flat face of the cliff. Disengaging the engine, the already quiet sleekness of his vehicle fell to total silence so that the only sound that could be heart was the sound of his boots crunching through the snow, carrying him towards his Acolyte. Ever a man to appreciate the beauty in things, the Dark Jedi wondered why he hadn’t taken the effort to get out more often. There was something startlingly and hauntingly enticing about the land in winter.

Looking down to his communicator, he peered over to the lone figure. “Raithe. I’m glad that you’ve chosen to seat yourself as you have, because it will make our first lesson infinitely easier.” The man smiled, his lips curling slowly as the Force’s potential energies hammered down from around him, circling him, filling him with the potency of their might. “The first lesson is ‘No peace, only suffering’” And then he released the Force in the form of lightning, not the many streams that he normally allowed for, but a single bolt of concentrated energy, heading straight for where the other man sat.

“Jeeze, Dharmum, you really need to stop attacking your Acolytes.” The man muttered to himself quietly as the attack registered.

 

[Valshot]

As Raithe was hit by the bolt of electricity he tumbled sideways. The tightly packed snow at the edge of the cliff gave out. Letting Raithe slip along with it. Raithe grabbed the overhanging ledge. About two hundred feet below him was a flowing river covered in ice. He dangled from the edge trying to make his way upwards avoiding the inevitable frozen death below.

"I see you like to leave memorable first impressions..." Raithe said has he climbed back onto the cliff. His already weathered robes had gained a new marking. A scorched hole had appeared on the leftside of his ribcage. Raithe gazed upon the man. He saw a somewhat tall man with a thin red outline. The amount of force that surrounded this man was above average. Atleast by what Raithe could describe as average. "I'm going to assume that you will be instructing me. I can see that you know my name, but I never got the chance to get yours." Raithe droned at the man.

 

[Insomnium Savant]

"I see you like to leave memorable first impressions..."]

Oh, a taste of candor. The two men would get along just fine. As Nikoj watched the Acolyte pull himself up from the ledge, he decided that the man had a healthy and rather efficient set of survival instincts, which was good, especially when dealing with the chaotic Dark Jedi. Pulling his hand towards himself, he blew over his own pale flesh as if he were clearing the smoke from a gun, only to then let it lower and push his hand into the pocket found in the close fitting part of his robe.

"I'm going to assume that you will be instructing me. I can see that you know my name, but I never got the chance to get yours."

The man paused before answering, his voice ever the silken depth. “I am Nikoj Dharmum, though you may call me Master Dharmum, and I will refrain from calling you ‘dead.’” He passed an appraising gaze over the other, his eyes travelling first up, and then down as if he could somehow assess the total worth of the man in but a few small glances. “You have left the world you once knew, and stepped into a hell of your own making, Raithe. Cliché though my words are, you will not have an easy road. I will personally see that you are nearly crushed, but as with a bone, when trampled and repaired, you will grow stronger with each new thing. Do you understand?”

 

[Valshot]

"I understand. I am ready to learn from all you have to teach me Master Dharmum." Raithe nodded at his new master. "What would you have me do first?" Raithe was eager to learn so that he would become stronger and more prevalent in the force. Raithe stood before his master waiting for what he had to say.

 

[Insomnium Savant]

The man smiled. Well, apparently he'd been gifted with an obedient and humble Acolyte; which definitely had its benefits. He mulled over where to go with their training; there was quite a lot to cover, and he had to mentally stall himself, make himself wait. There was much that he had to find out before he could ever hope to continue with teaching, such as doing basic diagnostic.

"Tell me, Acolyte, what experience do you have in the Force, in the use of the Lightsaber?" He questioned, his steely grey eyes intent on the other's form as he peered over to the man, slowly moving to close the gap between them; no ill obviously intent upon his features. "And what do you know of being a Dark Jedi?"

 

[Valshot]

"I am not very skilled in combat with the blade, for my sight forebodes it. I can only see dimly with the force." Raithe could sense the man coming closer. "I shall rely on my intuitiveness with the force to overcome my opponents. As I hope to better those skills with my training." Raithe reached into his robe pulling out his lightsaber. It's reflection examined the snowy terrain. The wind howled around them. It danced on Raithe's skin with a piercing touch. "As for the Dark Jedi, I only know that we must follow the Bogan to his word. For if one disobeys, it will most likely result in death." Raithe's face showed no emotion. "I do not fear death."

 

[Insomnium Savant]

The man's eyes continued to bore over the other man with an unblinking gaze that finally lifted when he let out the faintest of sounds, the preamble to his next set of words. His hands dislodged from his pockets so that multiple rings on various fingers could glimmer in the reflective light of the solar entity in the sky.

"You will learn to focus the Force to the extent where you may adequately use your lightsaber, though I warn you; this won't be easy, and you will need to greatly delve into the power of the Force to aid yourself and overcome your physical weaknesses." Weaknesses was a harsh word, but he wasn't about to mince his intentions.

The other questions were well answered, and he accepted them as they were. The saber training would come later, at the moment, what the other needed was to be broken into his potential within the Force. "Come, I want you to pull the energy around you, as if you were gulping in air. I want you to draw it to you like a magnet and let it gather in your chest, feel it churn there, and release it at me, Push me."

 

[Valshot]

Raithe listened to his master, devouring ever word that came from his mouth. Feeding it to his mind. "As you wish master."

Raithe absorbed the power that emanated from the earth. He forced it into himself. The power coursed through his body. It swirled around his physical presence. It was the force in the rawest form. "I feel it..." Raithe pulled his arms back and pushed forward releasing a massive amount of power towards his master, ripping through the air as it traveled.

 

[Insomnium Savant]

The pulse of power shot towards him, and as it traveled through the air, Nikoj lifted a hand so that when the energy hit his palm which was thinly coated in a layer of his own brand of Force Power, he was able to slow the approach until it had disappeared. When the Push was gone, he flexed his fingers to the other side, as if to reveal some of the integrity involved in the seemingly simple act.

"Very good. I can tell that you will do well with Force and a little motivation, but you're lacking something integral. We Dark Jedi don't just work upon whim, we don't gain our focus through meditation. Instead, we channel the rage, the fear, and the pain that we have into power. Show me some of that, and show me what you can really do."

 

[Valshot]

Raithe tried once again. Obtaining power from his hatred. The pain that he endured on Ziost. All of his suffering. He absorbed this power and made it his own. The power burned through his body as he pulled it in.

For a second time he reached back and pushed forward, releasing the immense power. It tore through the crisp air towards his master. He would do it as many times as he needed to, to perfect it.