A Lust for Revenge (Private)

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Long nights, hard days, and very little breaks at the main bar on Talus had driven Sari mad. Customers would constantly spit on him, cough beer or whatever they were drinking on him, and sometimes even rob him. Decay mites were rampant in this cantina and unceasingly they snapped at him and bit at him. The raw wages that he received from his ruthless slumlord combined with the poor housing, working place, and awful customers, drove him to a rage.

As usual, the hutts and their bounty hunters were in charge of numerous areas of his life. They determined what house he got, how much free time he got, and how many credits he received. One night he had had enough. He had been plotting for some time on how he could seek his revenge on his captors. Because that's what they really were. There was no way that you could escape from their bondage. Sari did not have enough money to move to a better world nor did he have the willpower.

But he had finally mustered enough rage inside of him. On the very night of his shift, a certain humanoid customer attempted to throw a haymaker punch at him. Sari didn't know how he did it but all of a sudden he had the strength of a man 3X his size and weight and the speed of a marathon runner. He had grabbed a knife from another customers pocket and immediately stabbed it into the mans chest right above his shoulder. This was a fatal would that instantly killed the human.

The entire bar went quiet and Sari signaled for the band to start playing again. They did and everyone resumed talking but there was an errie feeling that would not leave the bar. However, Sari decided to leave and he threw off his work attire and ran outside. His power and his rage had consumed him......and he loved it.

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((There's my prof.))

 

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((OOC: Firstly, for training it should be in the proper Ospion place; Arcon-VII board in the Ospion board. Secondly, all training's done on Arcon-VII, so I'll assume that this is instead on Arcon-VII.))

Training. The word still held mixed emotions and feelings for Arva as he looked back on his own training. A tale of two masters, a tale of two groups; he'd been a Jedi then an Ospion, trained on Ossus and on Arcon-VII. His first master had been Violet Tempest, a master he'd flourished and grown under, really encountered the relationship between a master and pupil. And then there had been Mask, the reclusive, dark master whose name he hadn't even learnt until after his training was complete. He'd neglected to teach Arva even in the way of the lightsaber, however Arva's personal studied and Jedi training had helped him with that at least. And now he had a padawan of his own, to train in the way of the Ospion as he had been trained himself. The Ospion were growing, then, it seemed, drawing in new members for recruitment. These weren't just the original, true Faithless, although they would always be stronger, always be those who had defied the Jedi. These were new, fresh recruits.

And Arva was going to be one of those who trained them.

Arva's appearance was, thankfully, beginning to revert to what it once was. His face was filling out more, somewhat, his hair still the stark white of the Arkanian race he belonged to. He was getting there, and was feeling better for it too. As Arva entered the bar, he wondered once again why this man had asked to meet in a bar before his training would happen. Perhaps he wasn't completely ready to be an Ospion yet, and wanted to discuss his options first? Perhaps. Arva had no idea. His lightsaber hanging, un-ignited, at his belt, beneath his dark robe which, as always, had it's cowl over his head. His face would most likely remain hidden from his pupil for the duration of all his training. As Arva entered the bar, he made his way to the far corner, away from his prospective pupil, before meeting him. The barman wordlessly passed him a drink, of his usual kind, and Arva sat there, appraising his student.

He downed his drink in one go.

Standing up, his robes flowing over him almost ominously, Arva strode over towards his pupil. But his pupil hadn't noticed; instead, he'd brawled with a man at the bar and killed him. Arva froze and watched the reactions of both his prospective pupil and the others in the bar as he followed him outside. Striding out a side door, Arva moved to intercept and made sure to be standing in front of his prospective pupil as he moved away from the bar. "Sari Guagoa." Arva said, with no emotion. He knew his pupils name yet his pupil would not know his. That was something Mask had taught him that was very useful indeed. "I am your prospective master. For the duration of your training you may refer to me as "Master" or any other honorific term. Tell me... why did you ask to meet me at a bar and not at our enclave? Are you having second thoughts?" Arva smiled as another thought came to him.

"Or is this a clumsy attempt at an ambush?"

 

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((I didn't think that the Ospion were equivalent to dark jedi. :confused: I don't know the whole details behind the Ospion jedi but I guess it's all right. So you're character is an Ospion eh?? :) I wanted to train on my homeplanet because Sari doesn't have enough money to go anywhere else at the moment. According to his history *if I haven't edited it yet* He's too poor to work anywhere else except his slum lords bar.* ))

Sari was inwardly suprised that the Ospion knew who he was. He didn't think that he would know his name because only his employer knew his name. He had no friends, no family, and no relatives. He spent his nights in misery and sadness waiting for the day that he could get away from his slum lord.

"I didn't know about the Ospion. I have no idea who you are and I did not want to put forth too much of myself and risk failure. I am not afraid of pain. I have experienced enough of it to become numb. I welcome death; it is a savoring scent to me. I have no second thoughts about anything I do. Once I make up my mind I stick to my feelings and thoughts nomatter what the price is that I may have to pay. I want revenge and if I have to serve the Ospion for years to come it will be worth it. As for an ambush, that would be ridiculous. Look at me, do I have any weapons or strength that is greater than yours? I have spent my life being mocked and ridiculed by those stronger than me. That is why I have come to ask you for training."