Rejection turned to an Exception...(Lady's training.)

[Horizon]

Sitting in the cold wasteland of Ando Prime, Rish meditated within the cold breeze as always in his sparetime. His body covered tatoo's of the Bogan showed his true devotion to the order as wore no shirt or anything to cover his torso. The cold would kill a regular being but Rish had trained in this weather for days and was indifferent to it now.

He awaited his new acolyte by the name of "Lady".
A curious name but Rish was more focused on the training that would take place rather than simple name.

 

[LadyMatriani]

Cold.
Frozen.
A World Forgotten.
These words came to mind when thinking of Ando Prime. It was a cold wasteland, made up of snow and ice. And here the Lady was, walking in the snow, holding herself up as much as she could. She was tired, but determined, and her body yearned for more power. She needed power. Desired more and more every time. And now, she had been finally taken in. The Bogan, an order of Darksiders, had accepted her as one of their own.

The Lady, a natural, pale yellow Togruta, was young and innocent enough. But inside of her was the unnatural hatred and wanting of power. She walked up to the master and stood, staring at him from afar. Her presence evoked a sort of mystery and intrigue, and red energy flowed through her.
Train the Current.
Learn to kill.
Learn Power.

She stood ready for the training. The togruta girl stood in black and red robes, tattered and ripped. She had a single saber which had been dismantled for many years. It barely worked. She readied herself, and stretched her focus. Her training would begin today.
Finally.

 

[Horizon]

"Those rags wont do my acolyte very well in this weather."
A neatly placed and folded black robe laid within the snow as it became increasigly covered as more time passed.

"Take them and wear them with pride."

Rish would wear his own but his body caused too much of a fuss when trying to look incognito under the hood of his robes. But none the less when not training or training another he would only ware the bottom part of the robes to at least keep himself decent.

"So what is it that has brought you here my indifferent Togruta?"

Indeed she was different. Rish didint have to see her to figure out this portion of his acolyte.

 

[LadyMatriani]

Clothes.
Warm Clothes.
Evil Warm Clothes.

She bent down and picked the robes up. Snow had blanketed them but the Togruta shook them off and changed rather quickly. They fit snugly, and were very warm. She turned towards her master again, bowing to him. She had found someone who would not leave her. Abandon her. Finally.

Training.
Train the Body.
Train the Mind.

The Lady came closer to her master, so she could speak without yelling. The winds whipped furiously around her, and she closed her eyes to keep them from watering up. She then said in a rather closed, fervent voice. "I have come here to train under you... To use my hatred for good." She meant it with all her passion. She wanted to fight. She wanted to kill all her opposed her. She was hate and wrongdoing incarnate.

 

[Horizon]

As soon as his acolyte mentioned the word "good", Rish chuckled to himself as it was a word that was used so loosely. Did she mean to use for the good of herself? Or did she mean to use it for the good of others? But Rish would have her only do for the good of the Bogan.

Rish had already gotten an overview of her history from a usual contact that would get him information on his acolytes so he could either better their training or worsen them. To say the least her history was an average one.
Perhaps a tale of a vengeance at best.

But he knew that she had come with a defunct lightsaber.
There was nothing safe about a faulty saber for it could turn itself on by a mere bump and chop your off arm where would you be then?

Raising his left hand turning his palm to the left slightly, Rish called on the Force and wrapped it around Lady's lightsaber and brought to his hand within in a split second. Holding it within his grasp, Rish looked over the rusted out hilt along with the feeble replacement parts that made up most of the saber itsself. Plucking out the crystal, Rish then crushed the lightsaber within his hand and allowed the pieces that remained to fall into the white snow.


"Tell me. What is the colour of this crystal?"

After he had this piece of information, Rish would begin the training immediately.

 

[LadyMatriani]

The breaking of the saber didn't bother the Lady. She held no feelings over the dismantled saber. She considered it more or less the breaking of the seal to her new life. She looked up at her master and bowed her head, before speaking to him. "The crystal was a dark purple..." She liked purple, and considered it royalty.

She waited for new instructions from her master. She could not wait to start her training. Soon, she would be a follower of the Bogan. She intended to become high up on their order, as she wanted to be powerful and strong. She knew she could do it, with some training under her belt of course.

Train harder.
Beat back the Enemy.
Wield the Current.

 

[Horizon]

Raising to his tall stature his feet trudged past the Lady as he covered himself with a simple brown robe. The flakes began dotting it his brown robes with little white dots as he moved on through the snow torwards a large cave with strange gates. Markings covered that would foriegn to those who did align themselves within the ranks of the Bogan.

But Rish knew very well what it was. Standing before the gates, Rish whispered a quite phrase and slowly the gates opend, revealing their dark sanctum.

"Welcome home, my lady."

Rish chuckeld once more as he sounded like he was treating her like royalty.
But their would be no such real treatment in these halls.

 

[LadyMatriani]

Her master trudged by and walked to a nearby gate with odd symbols attached. She followed closely behind, staring at the large gate with wonderment. She gasped as it open, taken back by the way the gate opened by itself. She knew the Force was powerful. But this? This was amazing...

Her master was sarcastic, saying "Lady" as if mocking her. She clenched her fist, angered at him for a few seconds, but she let it go. She quietly followed him, ready for anything he had to throw at him.

 

[Horizon]

Walking down the cold halls of the Bogan, Rish felt at home. This was his home for the rest of his life untill death by the blade. He found happiness here in these uncomforting halls. But perhaps the torgruta would find the same. Time would only tell.

Wondering the halls as Rish motioned every turn to follow, they came to a hall with doors that all looked identical. Rish then opend the door and set out his arm to some what of a welcoming degree.

"This is where you will spend your acolyte days. This room will be your place of meditation aswell."

Rish then covered himself with more appropriately robes that followed the bogan. His stature and size made his robes some what uncomfortable so this was usualy reason he did not wear them but out of respect he did this for the Bogan while in the temple.

"Today we shall see where you fit here in the familly."

 

[LadyMatriani]

Walking down the eerie and dark halls, the Lady studied them with intrigue. This could be her home. It was cold, with a damp feeling in the air. It was intoxicating, just like she liked it. She followed her master, slightly grinning as he put a better robe on. It was obviously uncomfortable but that didn't seem to bother him.

Her room was bare, but operational. She would have no problem staying in it. Looking at him, the Lady arced a brow. "Family?" The way he said it creeped the Lady out a little bit. The "Family" sounded like a crazed cult of sociopathic monsters who killed for fun... Wait, hat sounded to good for the Lady. She would enjoy that.

To create things and set events in motion, one must cause destruction. Thats what the Lady believed. It was a century old idea. That through chaos and death, things can be made more suitable and workable. "The Family?.. Sounds.. Different.."

 

[Horizon]

Walking from the spare room the two soon arrived in a sparring room.
Quite large in comparrison to most rooms although it was quite empty except for a couple masters and their students.

Rish then walked over to a near wall that was lined with melee weapons of all kind. Standing there with his harms, snuggly tucked in his robes.

"Strike me."

Said Rish from under the hood of his robes. The words hung in the air as he stared back at his acolyte with emotionless eyes.

 

[LadyMatriani]

Strike him.
Kill him.
Tear him to shreds.

She stood there, motionless. She did not move, only stared. It took a few seconds. Her eyes then narrowed and she threw all her weight in a strike. She spun quickly, her left leg spinning around to catch Rish on the jaw. She had become enraged with blood and death the last few months.

Some would call her mentally unstable, but she wasn't. It was somewhat her belief. To her, creation was achieved through death. And she was only doing what was commanded. The kick would be fast and fierce, with more emphasis on speed then strength.

 

[Horizon]

Her foot colided with his face but yet nothing came of it. Rish merely turned his face back torwards his acolyte but this time with spiteful eyes.

"You will have to do more than that my acolyte."

Rish wanted to see more. But what she had shown him wasint even enough to phase him.

 

[LadyMatriani]

The Lady did not wince or become angry. The attack was fast but was not supposed to cause a lot of damage. She grunted, fell back a little bit, then retained her posture. She then charged her fist forward towards his ribcage. She screamed and let all her rage out of her, her eyes turning a deep purple.

She imbued her attack with a strong, uncontrolled Force Push. She had no idea on how to control it, only how to release it in small bursts or large ones. If the attack landed on Rish, the resulting force from it would blow Rish and the Lady back.

She had never learned how to control her abilities, but she had learned that as she became more and more angry, she could use it with more and more intensity. The fist would fly towards Rish' Ribcage.

Hurt him!
As if he hurt you!

 

[Horizon]

Dust flew back as the push zoned in on Rish causing him to cover his eyes.
Then within a instance the push connected with Rish and sent him falling backwards right onto his back. It was perfect. SHe was showing true anger and it controled her. Just as Rish would of done himself.

"Agh..very good." Said Rish as he laid motionless on the floor. Raising his hand he pointed to a near by table with three archaic looking books laying on it.

"Use the Force to guide you. Pick one that contains our ancinet laws and code. There is nothing indicating one more important than the other. Only your senses can guide you."

Rish wanted her to learn to trust the Force. For it would never fail even in the most impossible situation. Only she, herself could fail.

 

[LadyMatriani]

The Lady flew backwards from the Push. Mid-flight, she aligned herself as she flew, and then landed on her feet, sliding on the ground. She arched her back forward and stared at her master, breathing heavily. It took all within her to not kill the man. She was enraged and her anger boiled to the top.

She then detached from the attack and took a breathe. She calmly silenced herself and walked over to the three archaic books. She picked the right one up and began to read the code and rules of the Dark Jedi. As she read them, she became angry however. She disagreed with it in some ways. She did not let this show and instead read it.

She believed in total destruction and chaos to get what she wanted. The idea of there being only death angered her. While he revered in death, she did not believe it to be everything. She put the book down and turned. " And now?"

 

[Horizon]

The Force wrapped around the book as Rish raised his hand and called it fourth into his grasp. As soon as Rish stood back up he flipped through the pages and stopped mid way through the book.

"Recite to me the Code of the Dark Jedi. Surely you can prove some things about the Torgruta wrong. If not...well then maybe you do belong at some cantina."

Rish said these words full of spite. He wanted her reaction.
It pleased him more to see these display of character.
But as the training continued, Rish continued to wonder about what her true name was. His contact merely said she was known as the lady.
But titles were mere words to make oneself sound different from the rest.


((Here is the Code.))


http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?t=18331

 

[LadyMatriani]

The Lady looked back up at him, her eyes flaring. He was intentionally trying to piss her off. And it was working. Her gaunt, pale yellow skin became very pale, more pale then before. She started to walk towards him, every step she took further increasing her anger. The Kel Dor was her master, and she of course knew this, but she could not stand the thought of insults.

There is no peace... Only Suffering.
No Knowledge. Only Instinct.
No Serenity. Only Passion.
No harmony. Only Chaos.
No life. Only...

She had now gotten very close to her master, only a few paces away. She stood near him, her piercing purple eyes gazing into his. She looked innocent and child-like, but beyond that was a corrupted mind and soul. She stared at him, and then spoke with a defiant grin. Death...

She winked and said nothing more, only standing close to her master, a Kel Dor. She clicked her teeth. She was evil. Born of it and reveled in it. She was greedy, lustful and violent. The epitome of darkness.

 

[Horizon]

Looking down upon his acolyte she was smaller in height and stature.
But even with her pale skin that was a rare instance in the Torgruta race, she was as attractive as the next. Giving out a loud snarl, Rish shook off his thoughts and focused back on the training.

"Tell me what each line means to you. It could give me more of insight."

Raising his hand, Rish placed it upon his young acolytes forehead.

"If not, there are other ways for me to find out with you ever whispering a word."

Infact one of his acolytes training consisted of his memories being brought to life for him to relive.
For a normal being to under go the technique would break the weaker minded.

 

[LadyMatriani]

He snarled, which definitely meant something. She began to circle him, looking up at him while speaking. Her entire persona seemed to change. No longer was she the homicidal maniac bent on killing him and eating him. She had changed to a sultry woman, lustfully toying with him. She circled around him, quoting the words as she went. "Suffering makes us stronger.. Makes us put more emotion into our actions... And Instinct allows us to follow us the ability to think fast and act fast." She put her hand on his back and ran her fingers down his spine while coming around.

She looked at him, her eyes narrowing and swiftly changing. They had gone back to their normal color, and again, she looked so innocent. "Passion guides us along our dark path too. And Chaos envelops all of us, including the Jedi... It is a taint that can be seen by all and shared by all." She grinned an evil grin however, showing tiny, sharp teeth. "And Death... Death releases us to the afterlife. Death is needed and should be taught to all..."

She closed her eyes and grinned again. Death. She wanted to embrace it. She wanted to kill others, to release them of their pitiful existence.