A Lesson in Humility

[Jason Vaiken]

Aethoria was not pleased to say the least, her apprentice is late. Not, 'Oh, man, I am so sorry, I got turned around' late, but. Obstinate late, she is standing in the middle of the training room glaring at the door, waiting. She certainly cannot wait to crack this person around the hall. She read about her acolyte and simply put, she'll need to get some backbone and in order to bring it out, she is going to have to go show off what being a Sith means. It's all a matter of control or the illusion of it. You revel in your emotions, but you do not allow them to control you. You demonstrate your mastery by overcoming your opponents by controlling the field. You lead them on and then crush them.

This Sith will need to be humbled then forged into a weapon, or she will perish.

@Kuroshi

 

[Kuroshi]

Nelies had been running late on her journey to Korriban, being on Yavin IV previously training with a different master. A certain level of anxiety was present as she arrived to the discussed location. She doubted Aethoria's ability to have patience towards her new apprentice. So much was expected of Nelies at this point in time, being that Sadeon had specifically made her to become a sith soldier She tried to act professional for the most part when in the presence of a mentor.

The door slide open, the pale scarred skin of the cyborg being visible in her more relaxed loose fitting clothes. A purely black and grey set of robes and armor hardly seemed appealing in a strong desert heat, though leaving all armor on her ship may have been a mistake. She fully expected to be abused by the older woman that had been waiting on her, but paid no mind to it at the moment.

As she saw her second master she quickly keeled, eyes to the ground, and spoke. "Master Tyradell, I'm sorry for being late. I have no excuse."