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Amidst the red halls of the Korriban Academy, in a silent and empty ward, was a man. He sat in a crosslegged position, on a slightly raised platform, his lightsaber only a foot away from him. His eyes were closed, and yet he was clearly entirely aware of his surroundings, ready to spring into action at any moment. His muscles were tense; he knew what was coming, and tried to calm his body in preparation for it to no avail. A Sith is never calm, he always told himself. He only strangles his emotions for a time, so that he is in control of himself.
And Adsulun Vardem would be nothing if not in control. Without control, there would be chaos. And with chaos, comes destruction. This reflection caused him to enter into a state of trance that he barely felt take hold of him; the Force, the dark side, flowed through his veins, took hold of his emotions, his thoughts, and crushed them into little bits and pieces, allowing him to be alone in his mind, ready for the attack that was to come.
Adsulun did not know how much time had passed since entering his trance, but that didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was that now he heard a whirring sound, coming closer and closer, originating from several sources around him.
The young Sith opened his eyes, scanning the immediate area in front of him. He was in complete and utter twilight, much like the darkness that consumed him within, and yet with the aid of the Force he could still see the small helo's closing in around him. They were small training devices, droids, with four limbs that were fitted with small, and contained, helicopter-like blades to keep them afloat in the air. They were armed with fully functional blasters, two of them, attached to the left and right of their singular, red colored "eyes."
Adsulun instantly reacted not even a second after seeing his adversaries. Using the Force to pull his saber into his hand, the warrior activated the crimson blade and began to deflect the already incoming bolts away from him, twirling in a perfect circle to block them all before rolling off the platform into unfamiliar territory. The Force guided his footwork, slicing two of the "training" droids with quick and precise strikes, deftly reflecting a blaster bolt back at another. There were three left, all in a row/semi-sphere. One of the bolts nearly hit him if not for his sidestepping. Immediately after, with a concentration brought on by his long meditation, Adsulun threw his lightsaber in an arc, spinning like the heli-blades on the droids. It struck them all, sparks flying and parts clanging against the ground. Like a boomerang his blade returned to his grasp.
It all happened in a matter of seconds; he might've broken his previous record, but he never kept track of the time. A few moments later, with a flick of his wrist, Adsulun turned the lights on in the expansive room. There was a wall in front of him, behind, and to his left and right. Above the left and right walls, however, there were shaded viewing ports, where he doubted anyone was watching. He preferred it that way, anyways; less spectators meant less that knew of his preferred styles of combat. Nevertheless, he turned to his right and made a flourish with his still-activated lightsaber, as well as a well-practiced, and arrogant, Serennian bow.
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And Adsulun Vardem would be nothing if not in control. Without control, there would be chaos. And with chaos, comes destruction. This reflection caused him to enter into a state of trance that he barely felt take hold of him; the Force, the dark side, flowed through his veins, took hold of his emotions, his thoughts, and crushed them into little bits and pieces, allowing him to be alone in his mind, ready for the attack that was to come.
Adsulun did not know how much time had passed since entering his trance, but that didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was that now he heard a whirring sound, coming closer and closer, originating from several sources around him.
The young Sith opened his eyes, scanning the immediate area in front of him. He was in complete and utter twilight, much like the darkness that consumed him within, and yet with the aid of the Force he could still see the small helo's closing in around him. They were small training devices, droids, with four limbs that were fitted with small, and contained, helicopter-like blades to keep them afloat in the air. They were armed with fully functional blasters, two of them, attached to the left and right of their singular, red colored "eyes."
Adsulun instantly reacted not even a second after seeing his adversaries. Using the Force to pull his saber into his hand, the warrior activated the crimson blade and began to deflect the already incoming bolts away from him, twirling in a perfect circle to block them all before rolling off the platform into unfamiliar territory. The Force guided his footwork, slicing two of the "training" droids with quick and precise strikes, deftly reflecting a blaster bolt back at another. There were three left, all in a row/semi-sphere. One of the bolts nearly hit him if not for his sidestepping. Immediately after, with a concentration brought on by his long meditation, Adsulun threw his lightsaber in an arc, spinning like the heli-blades on the droids. It struck them all, sparks flying and parts clanging against the ground. Like a boomerang his blade returned to his grasp.
It all happened in a matter of seconds; he might've broken his previous record, but he never kept track of the time. A few moments later, with a flick of his wrist, Adsulun turned the lights on in the expansive room. There was a wall in front of him, behind, and to his left and right. Above the left and right walls, however, there were shaded viewing ports, where he doubted anyone was watching. He preferred it that way, anyways; less spectators meant less that knew of his preferred styles of combat. Nevertheless, he turned to his right and made a flourish with his still-activated lightsaber, as well as a well-practiced, and arrogant, Serennian bow.
@Japkot
