(Open) Same stuff, different day.

[Twisted Reality]

It was a new day on Korriban, so it was back to the daily routine of things. Since reappearance, Drakus had been focusing on getting reconditioned to civilization. Sharpen his skills, so that he would be on his best during his rise back to the dark council. He was determined to regain his position as Warmaster, a position he was never challenged for...the one that was taken from him. So he was in the dimly lit training room, hanging from a pull up bar as he pulled himself up. Sweat clung to his muscled back, the tunic of his robes neatly folded off to the side on a beside the four hilts of his lightsabers. Only the sound of his exhales could be heard inside the room each time he pulled himself up. Only to reset and do it again, his feet were also bare. Letting the faint light hit the cybernetic left leg of his. The constant reminder of his past failure, and his rebirth as a Sith. The driving force behind his ambition, to him he still believed the Jedi had sent to him to his death. Out of fear that he would progress too fast, and that they would not be able to control him. He was determined to prove that their mistake would be their downfall.

He had gotten a measure of revenge during the core campaign, seeing his home planet left in ruins claimed for the Sith as they raised a new temple on the ashes of the Jedi. Back then, he had been a Sith master. It wasn’t until the end of the Corellian campaign that he was raised to the ranks of the Sith lords, and given his place on the dark council. Before it was taken from him, now someone else sat in his seat. Soon, that person will be removed and his place leading the military would be restored. He would only settle for being a Sith General for so long. He was too ambitious to stay idle for too long, he was just making sure that he chose this timing wisely. He was a Warrior by nature, a Master duelist, and strategist. Each thought drove him through his workout, and caused the loose items on the tables around the training room to levitate. Drakus was working out both his body, mind and control over the force.

He may have chosen to become a warrior, but he could have easily been a sorcerer, or an Assassin. But he chose the glory of the battlefield, over magic and shadows. Closing his eyes, he continued his set of pull ups as the floating items around the room started to orbit around him. He may have been a Master in telekinesis, but he wouldn’t stay a master of it unless he continued his training. A warriors life was all about training and something Weiss, or should he say Darth Somnus and himself agreed upon. Training was never over, even for those who have risen to the heights of a Sith Lord. Even if Drakus would not train anyone right now, didn’t mean that he wasn’t training himself. He would reach his goal at all costs, or die in the process.

 

[Clayton]

The reappearance of the former warmaster was a source of concern for Rook. Since day one he had his eye on the position. Rook had worked hard to train himself so that one day he might take his rightful place on the Dark Council. When Drakus had been removed from the title, Rook knew his future chances had greatly improved.

But now he was back. Rook would have to kill a much stronger man. For that to be even remotely possible, he needed to start looking for a weakness now. He needed to see Drakus in action and work now. There was a long way to go until their Auruk'kesh, and like any good warrior Rook knew he needed to know his enemy, and to develop a plan.

So the wookiee found himself in the training room where Drakus was working out. Rook had to admit that the man was in incredible shape. He couldn't help his wookiee curiosity, Rook wanted to know if Drakus had kept up his own training, or if he had gotten rusty.

The former warmaster was no doubt aware of the wookiee's presence, but was he still in complete command of his focus? Among his fellow Crusaders, Rook could probably overpower the vast majority of them in a telekinetic battle. In a contest against a Master, he wasn't as certain. Today he would know his limits. Rook raised his hand and pointed his palm at the floating objects and called on the force, and commanded their orbits to halt. He knew very well that Drakus could take his intrusion extremely poorly, but Rook was of the mind that training was more effective when one had a partner.

 

[Twisted Reality]

Drakus was indeed aware of the presence of the crusader, it wasn’t that long ago that Drakus himself was just a Crusader. But he quickly crashed through that rank and onto Master within a few years. Proving himself on several fronts during the war. Tython, Empress Teta, and coruscant just to name a few. His rise to power in the dark council had been well documented, even transmited of the Holonet following his placement as Warmaster. And Drakus knew that many would be after that coveted spot on the council, This wookie very well be one of them. So when Drakus felt the resistance against the orbiting items, Drakus pulled himself up and held himself there as his left hand came off the bar. A flick of his wrist, sending a cup hurling towards the wookies forehead. While the elegant hilt of one of his lightsabers flew from the table, and into his open palm. The snap hiss of the bronze blade shot from the hilt and across his back in the reversed Shien grip. He lowered himself down to the ground with his left arm. The sound of metal hitting the floor as his left leg touched the ground sounded faintly. Many could claim that they would do whatever it took to reach their goal. But few when faced with losing a piece of themselves, would rise from such a thing after it happened.

Drakus was one that rose from the ashes of self doubt, training with only one leg in the beginning. Only when he learned to fight with only one leg did his former Master order him a cybernetic leg. Releasing the bar, he stood there. The glow of his bronze blade highlighting the layer of sweat he worked up from his work out. His head turned to look over his shoulder at the wookie in question. “It’s unwise to interrupt a warriors training, let alone a Sith Lord.” His voice carried through the training room, if the cup had hit the wookie or not didn’t concern him. It served more as a warning, and he didn’t fire it that fast. If Drakus wanted to, and his mastery of Telekinesis. The force he could propel things could easily cause severe injury if not kill someone. But the warning would only cause slight pain. If Drakus wanted to cause pain, he had many other ways of doing so. “State your business wookie.” Drakus spoke with a curled upper lip, the Animalistic snarl he had yet to lose during his survival after his ship crashed.

Spending the amount of time he did stranded on a dead sith Planet, one would become more Animal than man, but he was slowly adjusting to being back among sentients again. Though he knew that a part of him would never return, that was the side of him that lingered from his time with the Jedi. Drakus lifted his left hand and called on his control of the force. Placing the items around him in the original places in the room. No use in leaving the place in a mess. Drakus had much bigger things on his mind then leaving a mess for whoever wished to use this room after him. For now, he was staring down the big tub of furr who interrupted his training.

 

[Clayton]

Rook deftly caught the cup in his left hand, his hold on the other objects now released. Drakus then stood and called his saber to hand, the bronze blade sprang to life with a hiss. Black fur rippled as Rook drew his own, the acid green blade shot to life with a snap. He gave Drakus a faint, feral grin, "it is also unwise to not expect interruptions whether in battle or training, no matter one's station," he replied. A simple statement of truth, just as valid as Drakus' warning. Warning aside, the human in front of him seemed to be taking the interruption as well as Rook could hope.

He settled into a solid stance, center of gravity low and weight resting on the balls of his feet while the former Warmaster returned all the objects to their former positions. Rook made note of that care to detail. Whereas Drakus utilized a highly unorthodox Shien grip, he held his own saber in a djem so defensive grip. "I am Rookwrr, and I thought you might want to spar with a partner before you reclaim your spot on the Dark Council." He raised a single furry brow, as if questioning whether he had guessed Drakus' future plan correctly. Though, in Rook's opinion, Drakus would not be Sith if he did not take what was his.