Finding a Purpose (Dom Kassi's Training)

[TheAccidentof1994]

Finally, after years of roaming the streets and picking petty fights at local cantina's Dom had a purpose. He was going to become a Crusader and learn to harness the Dark Side of the force. He strutted down the hallway with an arrogant look on his face, he felt so good he couldn't help but feel better than everyone else in the Academy. The hallway was dark and uninviting but to Dom it was welcoming, he felt at home here. Just being on the planet he could feel the force inside him, pulsate with the wonders of the dark side.

He entered the training room where he was scheduled to meet his new master, he took a seat on the bench to the side of the room and proceeded to wait patiently. He had waited so many years for this, he could wait a few more minutes

 

[Aussie Legend]

Zeak moved from the corner of the room as his acolyte walked through the door and took a seat on a bench nearby, the shadows of the room revealing him to the light once more.

With a slow, calm pace, he moved across the room with his hands clasped behind his back and examined the man sitting before him. Brown hair, brown eyes and of a race Zeak had rarely encountered among the Dark Jedi. However, the most intriguing feature on the man was the small birthmark on his neck which had a strange shape upon it.

"What is your name?" Zeak asked, coldly, expecting no less then an immediate answer.

 

[TheAccidentof1994]

Dom turned his head over the the cold voice which had just addresed him, at least he thought it did. He was begining to get a little nervous and was worried he would answer to someone whom had not been speaking to him. After several moments, he realised the man had infact been talking to him.

He stood up and started to approach the man as he did he spoke out aloud

"My name is Dom Kassi"

 

[Aussie Legend]

Zeak turned from the man to face the window across the room, a blizzard tore through the barren waste outside the temple, leaving another blanket of thick snow in its path. This man was obviously the one whom needed training in the Dark Side of the force, and Zeak could teach him things his mind could barely grasp.

"Tell me," He began, keeping his gaze on the window across the room; "Why do you believe yourself worthy to serve the Bogan?

 

[TheAccidentof1994]

Dom looked at Zeak and stared blankly for awhile, he had never needed to answer this before but he assumed the answer he was going to give had been heard countless times.

"The same reason why everyone who comes here, because I beleive that I'm the strongest. And I've come here to make sure of that."

He looked at his master as he stared out the window, he had certainly been paired with a strange one.

 

[Aussie Legend]

Zeak didn't make one shred of acknowledgment, he continued his gaze toward the blizzard. His cold eyes had seen many things, a blizzard was calming to his dark mind; it destroyed everything in its path, something he himself aimed to do.

"Many believe that; few are correct," Zeak began, turning from the seemingly perplexing storm around them.

"If you wish me to teach you the ways of the Bogan, you must prove your potential. I will not waste my time with a weakling."

He thought for a moment, a test was in order; something to prove this mans endurance, skill and will. An idea struck its way through his mind.

"Hand me your hilt." Zeak demanded, outstretching his hand.

 

[TheAccidentof1994]

Dom looked at his outstretched hand, he had already began to have a dislike for this man. Who was he to take his weapon away? Did that not violate everything the Bogan taught, he would be rendered a weakling if he simply gave up and handed over his weapon. Dom couldn't help but think, was this some sort of test to see if he was worthy?

For a moment he considered batting the man's hand away but after further thought he decided otherwise, if this was a test and if he was about to fail by handing over his weapon, he would just win it back from him and prove himself worth some otherway. Obediently he placed the hilt of his blade into his masters hands.

He stood their unarmed and ready for a strike. He had to make sure his master knew he was determined.

"Before we continue, trust me. I am one of those few"

 

[Aussie Legend]

Zeak had doubted the man would hand it over, yet he had; that was a little troubling.

"I'm sure you will understand if I don't take your word for it," Zeak began, tossing the hilt back to his student and pulling out his own. The temperature of the room had seemingly frozen the silver cylinder now clasped in his right hand, the cold sensation against his palm caused the nerves within to tingle slightly.

With a quick motion, Zeak ignited his blade and took a few steps backwards, the red blade lighting up the room as the storm shutters crept down over the windows as the blizzard drew ever closer to the temple; the room was in complete darkness aside from a dim light on the roof above them.

"Attempt to disarm me."

 

[TheAccidentof1994]

"There's no attempt about it!" Dom laughed excitedly, now he was finally going to experience first hand the life of the Bogan.

Within an instant Dom moved forward and positioned himself to the side of Zeak, he made an intentional strike towards his blade in an attempt to engage a blade lock. It was swift and strong strike, the first strike always was.

Dom's anger was already showing, he had lived with it for so many years it was the only emotion he felt, he needed no goading or progression to reach his pinnacle of rage. He was already there, and this man so smug was about to witness it.

 

[Aussie Legend]

Zeak had anticipated the mans move, he was quite fast and confident, that much Zeak had already gathered. As his opponent took the powerful swing, Zeak disengaged the blade of his lightsaber and sent himself to the floor at an alarming speed, narrowly dodging the blade as it came at him.

Using the force to gain momentum, he swung his leg across the floor quickly in a circular motion, poised to connect with the mans heels and trip him up.

 

[TheAccidentof1994]

The man's speed surprised him he had clearly underestimated him as he dropped to the floor, Dom barely witnessed the blur before he felt his feet being sweeped out from under him.

He landed next to Zeak and turned over to face him, both of them lay on the ground Dom saw the oppurtunity and swung his blade down aiming to slash straight across his chest, the blade moved fast but it didn't reach it's full potentiol, that was hard to accomplish in his current position.

 

[Aussie Legend]

As the blade flashed in the corner of Zeak's eye he ignited his hilt once again and brought it above his chest, both hands firmly clasped around the hilt as the other man's blade clashed upon his own.

Zeak pushed against the man's blade with all his strength but from his position on the floor it was more then likely his opponent would overpower him. Thinking quickly, Zeak took his left hand off the hilt and unleashed a burst of force energy at his opponent before preparing to jump back to his feet.

 

[TheAccidentof1994]

Dom was blasted back from the strike, he spiraled through the air and hurled towards the wall. This wasn't good the stone wall didn't look all to forgiving in a desperate attempt to avoid a broken bone he channeled the force through his hands and blasted himself from the floor and into the air, he was now hurling in a different motion.. Up.

The effects of the force wore off and he soared back down towards the floor, and landed with a light thud. He held his blade up and prepared to launch another assault.

"Here we go!"

He charged down towards his opponent with added anger to fuel his speed. He reached the Crusader, and with the momentum from the charge and a little aid from the force he swung down one powerful strike in an effort to force the sabre from Zeak's hands.