Breaking the Chains (Volandrus' Acolyte Training)

[Scorch]

5 days away from the core of the republic, a small freighter dropped out of hyperspace, in the wrong place, at the wrong time. After several seconds, a rupture in the hyperdrive motivator reduced the ship into shattered burning fragments, which drifted silently towards the black hole the navi computer had somehow plotted a course too. At that precise moment, a smile crept across the hidden face of a Bogans latest recruit, many distances away, on the planet know as Ando Prime.

Volandrus had used his target to take him to his new home, the slimy pilot had not bothered to question the titanic Kel Dor as to why he was permitted to leave with knowledge of the Bogans’ whereabouts, and for that he had paid with his life. Volandrus was no mastermind, but he was far more intelligent than people tended to give him credit for, something he had grown used to taking advantage of.

For a Kel Dor, Volandrus was a titan of a figure, the largest member of his species that he had ever encountered. The hulking figure stood still and silent in the driving snow, at the doors of the dark Jedi layer. He had no intention of going in, not until his master came for him, not until he was deemed worthy to do so. As he waited, he observed the snowflakes belting across his view. Every single individual crystal was directed and controlled by the particular stream of air that captured it. These in turn collided with other streams, causing them to bounce, spiral and twirl. These knocked into more, which did the same, rippling out, growing and growing, while all the while more and more enevatably fell to the ground. What appeared to be a group moving in one direction was the illusion of order. In fact, it was the seed of chaos. Rather taken back by this abnormal moment, Volandrus momentarily forgot how cold he was. So cold, it hurt, but he didn’t have to endure the pain, he took it, and hid it within himself, waiting to unleash it as he did with all of his emotions. Waiting until the time was right to free his power.

 

[Trakon]

"Volandrus is it?" A voice came from the entrance. A middle-aged male figure stood with his arms crossed. His eyes had a reddish tint, and his teeth were white.

"Come here." His commanding voice order. Slaner Boein had given his first command to his new acoltye.

 

[Scorch]

Volandrus looked up, heard and obeyed. At last, a master to teach him how to free his powers. This man was his teacher. This man was the key to his future. Second to the Bogan and himslef, this was now the most important person in Volandrus' life. He would show the way to power, and control, the two things Volandrus needed to preserve his own existance.

The towering figure approached it's new master at a steady, solid pace, leaving deep tracks in the snow. Once he arrived at the entrance he stood infront of the comparatively small dark jedi.

"It is indeed" he replied.

After a short pause, the Kel Dor slowly rested on one knee, with one arm across it and the other reaching to the floor with a clenched fist, and bowed his head. Only those who had earnt his respect recieved such behaviour, and anyone who had survived to become anything more than an acolyte of the Bogan were worthy of his respect. This he knew.

 

[Trakon]

"Stand, and enter this temple of Bogan." Slaner turned away from Volandrus, and began to go inside.

"Here you will find power, and knowledge that Jedi and others do not what us to know. But we know it. We control this power, and we control those who don't understand it."

 

[Scorch]

Volandrus rose with quiet obedience and followed his new master into the dark halls. He was amazed and pleased to find such wisdom in what were the first words of training spoken to him, what he saw as a simple, but deep insight. The dark jedi were the only ones to access their dark knowledge, allowing them to manipulate the ignorance of the galaxy. It was so simple, but so true, how could he have missed this in his attempts at meditation? Instantly Volandrus felt even smaller in the world of the Bogan, and although he had tried too already, he now realiased he had yet to fully apprechiate how much there was to learn.

The warmth of the indoors was welcomed upon his skin, but he could not help feeling another kind of chill, not of the elements, but of the force. Great darkness dwelled in this place, and its presence alone would be a constant reminder of the scale and majesty of the Bogans power. With every passing second, Volandrus became more and more in awe, though he remained silent and focused on his masters words, attempting to follow in the mans steps both physically and mentaly.

"Then I must understand" he replied in a deep, fairly emotionless tone, the voice of a man deep in thought, whilst trying to pay attention.

 

[Trakon]

"That may only come once you have reached a milestone. What that is, we will find out during your training. Understanding comes as one is trained. Or as knowledge is gained."

 

[Scorch]

Volandrus pondered over these words.

"I have studied the code, master, I believe that when I come to fully understand it, it will grant me knowledge to access all the power I desire. The code is the will and law of the Bogan, it is our strengh, our door to understanding and manipulating our emotions, our will, to crush the jedi and all those that oppose us!"

He had to restrain himself, he could get quite worked up when speaking of the code of the dark jedi.

 

[Trakon]

"Good, you little fanatic." Slaner had reached an opened a door, revealing a medium sized room. There was a small alcove built into the wall for meditation, and a rack next to the large open area filled with various weapons. Opposite the alcove was a work station with parts to make a lightsaber. Minus a focusing crystal ofcourse.

"This is where majority of your training will take place."

 

[Scorch]

The Kel Dor was amused by his masters use of the term "little". Gazing upon the weapons room was even more of a delight than he could have imagined. He had not expected to come to such a place so soon, let alone to undertake the majority of his training there.

He inhaled the smell of metal from the work space, and looked with glee at the lightsaber components. In truth, he held little regaurd for obtaining a lightsaber for its practicle value, though he greatly apprechiated it as a weapon. As a weaponsmith, above all else he was egar to learn how such a device worked, its functions were beyond his knowledge, and he had on several occations attempted to replicate the technology, but the understanding to achieve anything like the finished product had eluded him.

"Aaah, my master, such fine tools at our disposal" he said indulgently looking at the weapons rack and work station. He supposed he would not be let loose on them just yet, and tried to prevent false hope.

"I must confess, I am egar to begin my training, I cannot comprehend what secrets may unfold! A fine place to train, my master, a fine place." He spoke with a fairly perky tone, looking around the room. He was quite litteraly like a boy in a sweet shop, this was the environment he had spent most of his life in, he was already at home.

 

[Trakon]

Slaner smiled at his acoltyes' words.

"Volandrus, choose the weapon of your choice from the rack." He motioned to the weapons rack and quite obviously meant it.

 

[Scorch]

"Music to my ears master" he said approaching the rack with intent in his masked eyes. The problem that presented itself to him was a common one. The weapons though fine in quality were a little on the small side for a person of Volandrus' considerable statuer.

He rested his baggage on the floor, mostly tools and training aids in a middle sized bag, and inspected the weapons more closely. After some consideration, he reached out for a long handled mace, with a proportionatly small head. It was something he could grip, that was all he needed. In actual fact he would have offered to go unarmed, but at the risk of a lightsaber being introduced to proceedings, he thought better of it.

He gave the weapon a twirl in the air and around his person, getting a feel for its weight and balance. It cam to rest by his side, pointing forwards, with right his hand low down on the grip.

 

[Trakon]

"Good. Now act as if you are fighting someone, let your mind choose what it is. Begin your shadow technique."

Slaner leaned against a wall, and reache dout with the Force to see who it was Volandrus thought of."