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It had been six months since he left Almania behind. The destination of Vilox Pazela and the other Almanian hopefuls whom had been found and enlisted into the Sith Order for training was Korriban; the homeworld of the Sith Order. During the journey between the Almania and Horuset systems, the unidentified and unknown Sith instructor whom had been instructing the Almanian hopefuls had tested them extensively. Exhaustive tests of their intelligence, cunning and abilities that they already possesed were put against each other, with the expectancy that a victor would emerge from the group and claim superiority over the other's. It was a test designed to see if there really was potential for any of the young men to become a Sith, and to give them a taste of what it was like to have power over another, or in this case, other's.
Emerging from the group of Almanian's had been a surprising prospect. The Sith instructor had paid particular attention to Vilox Pazela from the start; such was his glance that caught his attention and enticed his curiosity. With a glare that was almost predatory, the young man had emerged from the group with distinction. Intelligent, cunning and cold towards his peers, Vilox Pazela had emerged as an exciting prospect in the view of the instructor whom had found him on the distant world that they had all left behind.
Together, instructor and student stood at the observation deck of the Star Destroyer. Lesson recently finished, they had been practising Hijkata, a leathal form of martial arts, "You cannot possibly hope to wield a weapon such as a Lightsaber, if you do not already know how to make your body into a weapon."
He peered to the left of him, at the young man he was teaching. His eyes were set on the space before them and he too turned towards the view, his eyes moving past the transparsteel screen and onto Korriban. To their right shined Horuset, whom's light was dimmed by the transparsteel, as it was designed to dim to protect anyone whom had taken the opportune moment to take observation whilst in the company of a nearby star. Hands in his pockets, Vilox Pazela was silent, his facial features sombre as he waited patiently for the transport to be readied for him, his fellow Almanian's and the instructor down to the planet surface. Silently, he was tired of the instructor's company, and indeed the company of men whom he had outsmarted and over powered both intellectually and physically.
He understood the tests from day one. After years of tyranny under the Sith Empire, and as an Almanian, he appreciated the differences in men. He recognised whom were the weak, and whom were the strong; and he had a unique understanding of the men and women that he met. As he observed, studied and analyzed the people before him, he could not help but think and look upon them as two things: a book or a game of Chess. Occasionally, he would read someone as both. It hadn't taken him long to figure out the man whom had set him against his own people. The instructor was a soldier whom served the Sith Order as a recruiter. Sent to Almania to find young men, and if any women, his task was to recruit these potential Sith and bring them back to Korriban. Trained in martial art combat, and instructed in the ways of bringing out the best in them, the instructor's task was to then test the men or women he found, and put them against each other.
Vilox was aware that there was another group of people from Almania on the other side of the ship. The rumours had spread amongst he and his group. He had listened intently to the gossip given by the group, about where these particular people had come from; and the he had learnt that they were from Ren'bl Ettes, the only other city on Almania.
"Vilox," said the instructor softly. After an hour of star gazing, and taking in the view of Korriban and the surrounding ships, asteroids and activity in the Horuset system, the young Almanian turned away from the Sith homeworld and to the instructor to listen intently. The instructor felt slighty unnevered by the sombre expression on Vilox Pazela's face. He did not like the fact that he could not read Vilox. It left him at a disadvantage. Of course, he had the ability to break the man's neck in an instant, but as of yet, he had no reason too; and so Vilox Pazela had a small advantage. An advantage that he seemed to have had over his peers as well.
The instructor continued, "I assume that by now, you would have heard that there has been two classes on board during the past six months." Vilox nodded his head in response, and maintained his silence. His teacher nodded in turn and went on to say, "Out of both classes, one has been picked from each to represent the strongest and most intelligent."
Vilox turned his body away from the instructor, and his eyes fell back onto Korriban as he silently understood. He listened intently as the instructor went on to say, "You have been choosen as your classes strongest and most clever. Another has been choosen as well."
"Will the fight occur on board the ship, or down below on the planet?" asked Vilox. He continued to stare out into space, but his teacher knew that he was listening intently, sucking in each word ushered from his mouth. "The fight will occur inside the Academy. You will be expected to kill the other, Pazela. Mercy isn't an option."
"As you've told me before, Master." A hand slipped out of the pocket, and up to the young man's chin, where he stroked it softly in silent anticipation. He had killed a Thernbee before, and had been in several fight's between his youth and young adulthood. But he had never killed before. The only time he had been closest to killing someone was on board the ship he was stood on. He felt different, after six months of training. He had not yet mastered Hijkata, and he had concluded that it would take many more sessions and training before he mastered the art; but he had learned the basics. He silently pondered as to whether his next oppodent has mastered Hijkata, and how much of the basics and advanced moves that he or she had learned.
A beeping sound broke the silence inside the observation deck, and indictated to both the Sith instructor and Vilox Pazela that their transport was ready. Indeed, as they turned away from the view of the Horuset system and the transparsteel screen to the sliding doors, the gathered group of Almanian's waited for their Master and Vilox to emerge and lead them to the waiting Lambda T4a-class Imperial transport.
Vilox Pazela was quitely hungry. Not for food or water, but for victory. He wanted to win badly against his next oppodent, and learn the ways of the Dark side of the Force, as his tempoary Master and instructor had taught him about. And learn as to whether or not fate deemed him worthy of becoming a Sith.
Emerging from the group of Almanian's had been a surprising prospect. The Sith instructor had paid particular attention to Vilox Pazela from the start; such was his glance that caught his attention and enticed his curiosity. With a glare that was almost predatory, the young man had emerged from the group with distinction. Intelligent, cunning and cold towards his peers, Vilox Pazela had emerged as an exciting prospect in the view of the instructor whom had found him on the distant world that they had all left behind.
Together, instructor and student stood at the observation deck of the Star Destroyer. Lesson recently finished, they had been practising Hijkata, a leathal form of martial arts, "You cannot possibly hope to wield a weapon such as a Lightsaber, if you do not already know how to make your body into a weapon."
He peered to the left of him, at the young man he was teaching. His eyes were set on the space before them and he too turned towards the view, his eyes moving past the transparsteel screen and onto Korriban. To their right shined Horuset, whom's light was dimmed by the transparsteel, as it was designed to dim to protect anyone whom had taken the opportune moment to take observation whilst in the company of a nearby star. Hands in his pockets, Vilox Pazela was silent, his facial features sombre as he waited patiently for the transport to be readied for him, his fellow Almanian's and the instructor down to the planet surface. Silently, he was tired of the instructor's company, and indeed the company of men whom he had outsmarted and over powered both intellectually and physically.
He understood the tests from day one. After years of tyranny under the Sith Empire, and as an Almanian, he appreciated the differences in men. He recognised whom were the weak, and whom were the strong; and he had a unique understanding of the men and women that he met. As he observed, studied and analyzed the people before him, he could not help but think and look upon them as two things: a book or a game of Chess. Occasionally, he would read someone as both. It hadn't taken him long to figure out the man whom had set him against his own people. The instructor was a soldier whom served the Sith Order as a recruiter. Sent to Almania to find young men, and if any women, his task was to recruit these potential Sith and bring them back to Korriban. Trained in martial art combat, and instructed in the ways of bringing out the best in them, the instructor's task was to then test the men or women he found, and put them against each other.
Vilox was aware that there was another group of people from Almania on the other side of the ship. The rumours had spread amongst he and his group. He had listened intently to the gossip given by the group, about where these particular people had come from; and the he had learnt that they were from Ren'bl Ettes, the only other city on Almania.
"Vilox," said the instructor softly. After an hour of star gazing, and taking in the view of Korriban and the surrounding ships, asteroids and activity in the Horuset system, the young Almanian turned away from the Sith homeworld and to the instructor to listen intently. The instructor felt slighty unnevered by the sombre expression on Vilox Pazela's face. He did not like the fact that he could not read Vilox. It left him at a disadvantage. Of course, he had the ability to break the man's neck in an instant, but as of yet, he had no reason too; and so Vilox Pazela had a small advantage. An advantage that he seemed to have had over his peers as well.
The instructor continued, "I assume that by now, you would have heard that there has been two classes on board during the past six months." Vilox nodded his head in response, and maintained his silence. His teacher nodded in turn and went on to say, "Out of both classes, one has been picked from each to represent the strongest and most intelligent."
Vilox turned his body away from the instructor, and his eyes fell back onto Korriban as he silently understood. He listened intently as the instructor went on to say, "You have been choosen as your classes strongest and most clever. Another has been choosen as well."
"Will the fight occur on board the ship, or down below on the planet?" asked Vilox. He continued to stare out into space, but his teacher knew that he was listening intently, sucking in each word ushered from his mouth. "The fight will occur inside the Academy. You will be expected to kill the other, Pazela. Mercy isn't an option."
"As you've told me before, Master." A hand slipped out of the pocket, and up to the young man's chin, where he stroked it softly in silent anticipation. He had killed a Thernbee before, and had been in several fight's between his youth and young adulthood. But he had never killed before. The only time he had been closest to killing someone was on board the ship he was stood on. He felt different, after six months of training. He had not yet mastered Hijkata, and he had concluded that it would take many more sessions and training before he mastered the art; but he had learned the basics. He silently pondered as to whether his next oppodent has mastered Hijkata, and how much of the basics and advanced moves that he or she had learned.
A beeping sound broke the silence inside the observation deck, and indictated to both the Sith instructor and Vilox Pazela that their transport was ready. Indeed, as they turned away from the view of the Horuset system and the transparsteel screen to the sliding doors, the gathered group of Almanian's waited for their Master and Vilox to emerge and lead them to the waiting Lambda T4a-class Imperial transport.
Vilox Pazela was quitely hungry. Not for food or water, but for victory. He wanted to win badly against his next oppodent, and learn the ways of the Dark side of the Force, as his tempoary Master and instructor had taught him about. And learn as to whether or not fate deemed him worthy of becoming a Sith.