Darshev's Training

[Omegilla]

The travel was not easy, but he had done it. In all this time, he had finally made it to the Bogan, and now he was assigned a master.

Darshev sat in a chair as he waited for his Master to appear, two hands in his lap, and the other two on the arms of the chair. He couldn't wait to control the Force, and finally inflict his pain upon the Galaxy.

 

[Trakon]

Slaner Boein was walking towards his next acoltye. His mind was thinking on how to combat a four armed alien. It would be fun training indeed. He pressed the button on the door and gained entrance to the room where Darshev was.

"Hello Darshev. I am Slaner Boein."

 

[Omegilla]

Darshev rose, bowing to his Master, his anxiety obvious. Two hands in his pockets and the other two folded behind his back, he walked over to him.

"Hello."

 

[Trakon]

"Please, enlighten on your race. I do not see many of your kind elsewhere I travel."

 

[Omegilla]

As he halted before Slaner, his lower right arm came from his pocket, scratching his chin.

"There is not a great much to my kin. We are mainly mountain people. Our fur keeps us warm, and our arms are good up there for what tasks are required of us, even mining. We eat the vegetation and animals that manage to live up high with us. So... what do you intend to teach?"

He moved for the door Slaner came from, poking at it, agitated and intent on gaining power. As he did so, he brought his upper left wrist, observing it for no apparent reason.

 

[Trakon]

"I intend to teach you what it is to be a Bogan, and the teachings of the Dark Side. Of course blade work and Force Powers will be in there as well."

 

[Omegilla]

"I see, when do we begin?"

 

[Trakon]

"Now." Slaner exited the door Darshev was standing next to, and he entered one just down the hall. In it was a weapon rack and a circle about fifteen metres wide in it.

 

[Omegilla]

Darshev quickly followed Slaner into the room, he observed the room about him, but the weapons rack repeatedly drew his attention from the rest.

"As to weapons... do you intend to teach me four handed combat?"

 

[Trakon]

"I will teach each of you hands, then you will combine whichever into a comfortable form. There is not a true form that I know of made to suit someone with several extra limbs."

 

[Omegilla]

"Sounds fun. Which hand is first?"

 

[Trakon]

"We will begin with your top right hand." Slaner lifted his hand and a pole the length of a average lightsaber floated over to Darshev. "Grab it." Little did Darshev know, it was made of a super dense material, and used in training to build muscles and better control. Although Darshev might have the advantage in strength, he may not have it in control.

 

[Omegilla]

Darshev quickly and eagerly grasped the rod, with his upper right hand, and at first he was suprised at the weight, stumbling for a moment before catching himself and lifting it up to inspect it. He had good control over it, due to his hand to hand training, though he tended to let it tip from side to side all too often. "Well, am I to spar with this?"

 

[Trakon]

"You are to attack and kill the next creature that comes into this room." Slaner nodded at the door controls, telekinetically opening them. A student walked in, a Togruta. He had a dagger in his hand.

"Darshev." That was the only word Slaner said. It was obvious the other student had not realized he could die during training, but that was the way of the Bogan.

 

[Omegilla]

Darshev caught the movement the door moving, watching it rise, seeing the feet of the poor student, not expecting what was to happen next. He stared at the student for a moment, and made a glance to Slaner, conveying the message of anxiety. Is he serious? were among his thoughts, but when seeing the dagger in hand, all thoughts of mercy were gone, and realized what was going on. With no more then a cruel smirk, the Pho Ph'eahian lunged at the student, reigning in a blow for the chest.

 

[Trakon]

The Togruta was stunned at first, and several ribs were heard cracking. He rolled with the force of the attack, and stood lunging with his knife.

"Good, good." Slaner said quietly, this was a test to see if Darshev could kill cold-blooded.

 

[Omegilla]

The acolyte swiftly prepped his feet to hold his ground as the Torgruta lunged at him. he swiftly caught the dagger hand by the wrist with his lower left hand, and striking the hand itself with the rod, keeping his other two free hands to block any maneuver attempted by his opponent.

 

[Trakon]

The Togruta dropped the dagger, shrieking in pain. He fell to his knees with a face of sheer terror.

 

[Omegilla]

As he watched his enemy fall and shriek, he winced for a few moments, hesitating. The nagging doubt he still had popped up for a moment, but he knew the Bogan code, if only somewhat, and that he would need to do this. He began to then beat the Togruta, not killing him, but beating him to bring him suffering, but not the saving breath of death. Darshev gave a few cackles as he did so, obviously enjoying it.

 

[Trakon]

"Good, good." Slaner said again. He raised his hands however, and Darshev's arm stopped swinging thanks to Slaner Force holding it.

"Darshev, he has been proven a weak fool with little ability to fight. What should we do with him?"