Continued Taint of a Young Man (Caed Ultor's Training)

[Rev]

Caed's feet graced the barren land that made up Ando Prime, it was his time to continue training, to continue his path to destruction. He would prepare himself to destroy all things created by the Force and chose to follow the path of the Light, and his newest Master would be there to guide him, or so he hoped. His last master was a failure, his last Master abandoned him for another, this one he hoped would not, and if he should, he would not offer the mercy he did his last.

Coming to an open landing in the dense woods that made up the cold and barren world he fell to his knees. A cushion of snow catching him, the powder blowing up around him, smacking him in the face. The frozen precipitation did nothing to his form, did nothing to affect his well being. His face held no emotion, that face that mimic'd his fathers far too closely. He was prepared to learn more in the ways of the Darkside. Sensing a disturbance ahead of him he couldn't help but smirk, knowing it was his new Master. His eyes remained shut as he remain in deep meditation, waiting for this man to show himself, and waiting to judge the strangers worth, waiting to see if he was even worthy to train the Acolyte.

 

[Horizon]

Damn this cold weather thought Rish. Of all the places in the galaxy why would the bogan put on this waste of a planet. Bah. Perhaps if Rish would actualy wear his robes, he wouldnt be as cold. But he wanted to show crusaders and students alike of his devotion to the bogan. His chest,back and arms were covered in tatoos of the bogan. Infact he did most of it himself except for some areas he could not reach him self. He merely used a sharp knife and scolding hot ink to accomplish this. But Rish could feel the presence of his new student close. Now he was in the clearing where his student sat. The wind was picking up but Rish merely stood in its breeze like a statue and merely watched for his students to sense that he was there.

 

[Rev]

Caed remained in silence, knelt in the center of this windy clearing. The trees around the two would sway from left to right as if there were no specific wind pattern to this area. He had long past sensed the man that was before him, he had anticipated the Master to act, though perhaps it was Caed himself that needed to make the first impression. Opening his eyes slowly they appeared as black as the soul that had carried them, he had fallen into Darkness, and was quite honestly, proud of it.

Slowly rising, his slender legs almost gave the impression that he was floating, narrowing those dark eyes on Rish, Caed bent his knees. Leaping through the air at his master the powder behind him splashed out like a rain drop hitting the water. Coasting through the air as if the planet held no gravity the young man reached to his waist and withdrew his weapon, his lightsaber. With a click of a button the yellow blade hissed to life and cut through the air at the tattoo'd trainer. Cutting at Rish's midsection the blade would inevitably cut him in two unless the Bogan trainer would react.

 

[Horizon]

Rish didint anticipate a firey attitude with this one. But none of his students displayed such emotions. This would be an excellent experience. Rish quickly armed himself and ignited his crimson coloured lightsaber and assumed the 7th form. Blocking the attack Rish used the Force to snatch up the snow that was settled on the floor causing a blanket of snow act as a cover for himself.

 

[Rev]

Caed's saber deflected off his trainer's blade, watching him fall into Form VII before the sheet of snow could block the young man's vision he dropped back into Djem So. Giving the blade a few turns around his body before dropping into a more comfortable, athletic stance he reached deep into the Force and focused an energy to his palm. Now staring at the wall of white, Caed released that energy in a wave of Force Lightning, but not a significant blast. Wrapping around each flake of snow the hot electricity would melt almost every particle in existence.

Staring at his new Master, Caed's eyes narrowed, he was filled with hate, anger, and pure raw emotion. Dropping back into a relaxed stance the yellow blade hissed back into the hilt and he offered his Master a respectful bow.

"...Caed Ultor, Master.."

 

[Horizon]

Putting away his saber Rish only watched as his student bowed before him.
This was how training the acolytes should be. Full of spirit and emotion.
Not the dull, do everything at your whim. Much more challenging this way.

"Follow me my acolyte. We have much to do."

Rish turned himself around and began to head back torwards the temple.
He wondered as he walked through the damn cool weather what his acolyte might become. An assasin,marader an instructor? Only time would tell he gueesed.

 

[Rev]

Clipping the weapon back to his belt he gave the man a nod and a quick response.

"Yes, Master."

His voice was cold, but somehow filled with emotion, it was apparent he had a flurry of emotions inside of him, they were filled with hate, anger, happiness, sadness, it swirled like a hurricane, just waiting to be unleashed on one poor sap. Taking steps in the deep snow behind the instructor he simply was curious to where they were heading. Asking no questions he remained silent, his mind racing at different thoughts. His guess was they were heading back to the temple, his master bore no shirt, he was probably chilled by the arctic temperate...

 

[Horizon]

In no time they reached the front gates of ellusive temple of the Bogan.
Its gates dug itsself into the side of a mountain while the hallways were infact well designed tunnels. It was the perfect place to hide the order.
Being a couple feet away from the gate Rish turned his head slightly back to his student and murmed "Welcome home...." Then Rish pressed forward once more.

 

[Rev]

Staring at the 'temple' that was before him, Caed was far from impressed. An order of their power, of their strength, of their might.. they should be walking in the temple the Jedi find themselves in. Taking in a deep breath of the cold air, he enjoyed the burn that shot into his lungs, nature was an elusive power, a power he one day hoped to control. Walking in behind Rish, he stayed silent, simply taking in the area around him, learning it's strengths, and studying the weaknesses.

Smirking as he passed a female Acolyte, he could sense her power, and she was weak, she would fail the Bogan in time, he was sure of it. A failure he would never come to, he was above the Jedi, and above the Bogan, one day he would control this order, one day he would lead them against the Jedi. The expression on his face slipped away and he awaited the next destination they would come to, a place he assumed to be a training room.

 

[Horizon]

Wining through the hallways the two finaly made their way to the training room. Other Crusaders trained their students night and day within this room.
Many students even died in this room due to exhaustion from hours upon hours of training. Only the strongest of the acolytes would walk out of these alive. And Rish as already certain his acolyte would do quite well.

"So my acolyte, you already know the ways of Djem So. Am I correct in my assumption?"

Rish was pretty confident that he was correct, Infact he belevied he was right. His acolyte showed ferrocity in combat. A good attribute for a begginer with in the ranks of the Bogan.

 

[Rev]

Caed memorized the path they took as they winded down various hallways. It even seemed they had passed the same point several times in an attempt to confuse the Acolyte as to where his whereabouts were; sadly it wouldn't work. Pushing that thought aside as the two walked into the large room, many were dueling with vibroswords and even lightsabers. He wondered if any of them were fighting to the death, it seemed the best way to weed out those that were weak. Rish's voice would snap him back to reality.

"Yes, Master."

He hadn't just been trained in the art, he was raised on it, his father had wanted him to be a Jedi Guardian, just as he had, but if the boy were to take any path of the Jedi it would have been a Sentinal. That was the path he had traveled down only to leave, and search for the Bogan, well here he was awaiting training.

"Fighting with finesse... power.. and raw emotion is how I wish to kill my enemies... kill the enemies of the Bogan. With that and through the strength of the Force, I will become unstoppable."

His hands clenched into fishts as he looked at the peons around him, they were all weak in comparison to himself, he could sense the difference, he would kill any of these men if asked, he would kill any of these men if they so much as attempted to challenge his power, he was the Alpha here, and if it had to be known, he was more than happy to oblige...

 

[Horizon]

Rish merely nodded his head. The boy had definetly displayed loyalty to the Bogan. This weeded him out from of suspicion of betrayal. Rish then drew his saber once more and ingited it. This excersise would prove if he truly had what it would take in combat. He assumed the seventh form once more before his acolyte.

"Show me how your emotions carry your combat skills, my acolyte."

Rish didint even give his acolyte the time to draw his own saber.
Sending another Force push at his feet he then swung his blade down with all of his malice as he remembered the things that gave him his will to fight.

 

[Rev]

Caed heard his master's words and almost before he could react a push of the Force was sent at his nimble legs. Putting his hand out he offered a Force push of his own, the two combined forces of nature sent him sailing back towards the wall of the training room. His eyes simply watched as Rish's saber cut where he would have been, luckily he hadn't been there thought the Acolyte.

Reaching to his side he withdrew the lightsaber and with a hiss it was activated, dropping into his nearly mastered form he stared at the Form VII before him, it had it's flaws, but was quite powerful. Leaping forward he assumed the stronger man would simply take him head on, cutting his own blade at Rish's midsection from right to left, he would wait to unleash that inner emotion, when his Master would least expect it.

 

[Horizon]

Rish merely stared into the eyes of his acolyte as he launched his small series of attacks. Quickly he smacked his saber against his acolyte's then clashed his saber against caed's. Their sabers were now locked within a small duel.
Whoever would falter would pay the consequences.

Rish had far more physical strength than his acolyte merely because he endlessly trains day after day. He was proud of his physique. He demonstrated his power in combat whenever he could. He took pity on assasins of their order as they used the element of surprise rather than test themselves in true combat. Rish always thought he should of been a Taung...

 

[Rev]

((Just a heads up Mandalorians aren't around yet, doesn't matter much, just for future reference :-p they're the Taung's in this time line.))

Watching as Rish smacked away each of his own attacks as if he were a child with a stick, it only angered Caed that much more. Reaching into the pit of his very being he unleashed a Darkside Rage he had never experienced before. Locked against his Master's blade this rage radiated from his very being, his eyes turning a blood red as blood vessels in his eyes popped, sending a sharp pain down his spine and back up to his brain. Screaming out with anger, hate, and absolute rage for this man he pressed into him with all he had.

Reaching deep into himself he conjured the Force to his palm and sent a blast of Force Energy at Rish's abdomen, a Force Push that would send either of them away from each other unless his Master had a trick up his sleeve.

 

[Horizon]

((Haha thanks man. That always slips my mind. I edited it by the way.))

That push was a little more than Rish could handle. Stumbling back a couple steps, Rish then assumed a defensive stance awaiting his acolytes next move.
Perhaps caed was going to make him proud. He had a feeling that caed would be Dark master one day. If not he was going to kill more than enough putrid Jedi in the galaxy.

((Sorry for the rather short post.))

 

[Rev]

((Sorry on my phone so might be a weird post haha))

Caed stared across at Rish, this man was powerful, there was no doubting that; but the Acolyte would show him no mercy. Watching as his trainer fell into a defensive stance he smirked, was he scared? Laughing out loud at his trainer, Caed was sure he would regret it later, but now he did not care. Giving his blade a quick spin in his right hand, he charged.

Staying low the yellow blade trailed behind him as his left arm fell across his stomach and his right arm straightened and remained pointing behind him. The area between the two was closing, fast. Now was the time to act, leaping through the air, his left arm darted out, pointing at the feet of Rish and calling upon the Force. Pulling at the man's shins, Caed's hope was to trip his Master, bringing him to his back. A second later the Acolyte was coming down at the older man, cutting at his neck if he was still standing, and attemping to stab through his chest if he was on his back.

 

[Horizon]

Standing his ground, Rish stomped his right foot backwards proping his position while leaning forward. His acolyte was full of intent to kill him.
But Rish had no intentions of dying. He guarded himself against his acolytes attack by merely meeting with his blade and shoving both of their blades aside. Still in his fortified stance Rish extended his arm and sent another Force push directed torwards the middle of his chest. He held his saber in his left hand while keeping it in a ready position for another attack.

But soon Rish would call the battle to a end. He had far surpassed his expectations. But there was no expectation for the Force training.
Everyone had their weaknesses. If it wasint the Force, Rish would find it and turn it into a strength.

 

[Rev]

Feeling the connection of the blades sent life into the Acolyte, nothing was quite as exciting as a duel with another, especially one where lives were at risk. Pushing his blade with all the might his body could muster at his trainer he watched the man's right hand extend and knew what was about to come. Raising his left hand in response he sent a Force Push of his own back at the man. This was getting all too interesting and Caed had only hoped it would continue.

Spinning on his heel he spun in a clockwise motion, the yellow blade cutting through the air and at his Master's wide open right side. Hearing the man's voice as he called it to an end he disengaged the blade as it would have cut the man in two at the neck. Chances are the better trained, Master, would have blocked it, but since it was disengaged there was no telling. Taking a step back he offered a respectful bow.

"Master..."

 

[Horizon]

Caed was more than a willing member of the bogan and Rish could very well see that. But now he had passed the combat portion of his training.
Now it was time to see how his acolyte would fare on using the Force.
But first he had to know what he would like to learn in the ways of the Force.

"Now what is it that you wish to learn within the confines of the Darkside of the Force?"

There were many paths in which one could go down in the ways of the Force.
But for the Bogan it all lead down to one inevitable profit. Power. Rish may have been more comfortable with using his saber in combat but using the Force was just as satisfying.