Training for an Acolyte (BringmetheHorizon)

[Asharia]

Asharia stretched lazily and yawned softly, before sitting up from the bed she was laying in. It wasn't long before she pulled on the clothes that were at the foot of her bed and grabbed a quick bite to eat. She was wearing a black dress that was cut up the front to just below the waist and hung off her biceps instead of her shoulders. The sides of the bottom of the dress had butterfly wing colors on it and the back had parts hanging down in the shape of butterfly wings. She wore black leather laced heeled boots that reached half way up her shins and black stockings. Her arms were covered with arm stockings and black fingerless gloves. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled into a tight ponytail that let her bangs cover the leather band that covered where her eyes should be.

After she ate she went the door to her quarters and pushed the door open. She had no idea if her new master would know where to find her, but she had faith that they'd find her. She went to meditate outside every morning and that was exactly what she was going to do at the moment. She had no problem finding her way through the halls of the temple and to the front door. Just outside the door, she sat down cross-legged and began to meditate.

She closed her non-existing eyes and straightened her back in the majorly uncomfortable position both Jedi and Dark Jedi used to meditate in. However, her mind was focused on how uncomfortable she was and more on what her new master looked and acted like. She wasn't too worried about her new master being cruel, she was expecting it from the Dark Jedi, but she was worried about looks.

She inhaled slowly and let it out a few seconds in a calm focused stream. The girl didn't know how long it was she sat in silence and completely still. It could've been anywhere from a few minutes to a few hours, she lost track of time when she meditated. When she opened her non-existing eyes and looked through the force around her, she saw someone standing near by. She slowly stood and faced that particular person. "Master?"

 

[Horizon]

Rish pulled his robes over his overly muscular body as he walked out of his chambers, deep inside the halls of the temple. Adjusting his mask, Rish could hear the faint word "master" reach out to him. At this point in training acolytes many of them really just angered him. It had been nearly two years since he had joined the ranks of the Bogan and became a crusader. He was known for brutal training methods and taking his acolytes to far off planets to either deal with the elements...Or the inhabitants.

Pulling his hood over, Rish stepped into a line of acolytes trying to get their morning grub before training. Rish wouldnt have it. Shoving them aside with his mere strength alone, RIsh grabbed a bowl of soup with remains of chopped up creatures that were only found on Ando prime. he then sent a message for his acolyte to meet him in the mess hall.

Rish was off to a good start and his acolyte should hope that he stays in a good mood...

 

[Asharia]

Asharia heard the voice of her master, not asking but telling her to go to the mess hall. She liked that. Straight forward and bossy, it worked well with her own personality. She was probably going to hate the guy, but either way she would learn to like him whether she admitted it or not. With a small chuckle to herself, she pulled her own robes over her muscle toned body and moved into the temple once again.

She made her way through the halls of the dim temple, glaring and giving snappy comments to the other acolytes. With a particular sneer to a certain acolyte, she stopped at the entrance to the mess hall. She eyed the door for a moment, wondering what race and what her master looked like. With a sigh she stepped into the hall, glaring at all the acolytes. Asharia didn't like the food here so she didn't eat much and she definitely didn't like the smell of the mess hall.

Asharia looked around the mess hall, wondering which robed figure was her master. However she had a hunch that it was the big muscly guy who was being a dick to the acolytes. She might like him more than she thought. With a chuckle she moved into the room and moved to stand in front of her new master. She quickly knelt and placed a hand over her heart, head hung in respect. "Master, you called?"

 

[Horizon]

Rish looked down at the small girl as he set down his spoon in the strange bowl of soup. This girl had potential in essence. Her aurora was corroded to perfection. Rish then held out his hand over the the wooden table that separated and stopped half way...

"It is a pleasure to meet you, my new acolyte. I hope everything has been accommodating to your needs."

Behind his mask was a sincere expression. Although being a Kel-Dor, no one but his own kind could depict his expression.

 

[Asharia]

Asharia lifted her head a little, looking at her masters hand curiously. A handshake? That was odd, not many Dark Jedi she'd known liked touching each other at all. Perhaps it was a trick? Either way, it'd be stupid to piss off her new master by not shaking his hand if it was offered. The Miraluka gave a small smirk and took Rish's hand in greeting.

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well, my master. Things have been as good as it should be..." A bigger smirk crossed her lips briefly, "Though, not too good. We are Dark Jedi of the Bogan." As quick as the smirk came, it was gone again. She was still a little nervous about how her master would take her sarcastic and mischievous attitude. "I hope you're doing well, Master?"

 

[Horizon]

Rish gave off a slight chuckle seeing her meeting his own hand.
For once someone didn't cower in fear of him. That was the only
con of being massive in muscle tone. While there were so many
pros. His Robes could barely fit him by now. And was going to
have to get his clothes personally sewn for him.

The Miraluka was mischievous in nature. But respectful.
Both key personal traits that Rish loved. This acolyte would
prove useful in many ways thought Rish...

"So why is that you have come to the Bogan? Most come after they have seen what the Jedi truly are. Monsters hiding behind a pacifistic code. Others come here out of tragedy within their lives.."

The last reason hung in his mind due to his own experiences.
But he did not let it be known in his body language or in his face.

"Either way it is a pleasure to have you as my acolyte Asharia. So what would you like to learn today?"

 

[Asharia]

After not being yelled at or beat after her comment and her actions, she perked up a bit and wasn't as nervous. She took a moment to look her new master over curiously. He was huge in a muscular type of way, she would hate to be punched or kicked by him. He was so big that his robes were too small for him, it nearly made her laugh. After her inspection she answered his question, willingly.

"Well, sort of both I guess? My father was a pirate, a scoundrel and the first time he took me with him our ship was attacked by a republic ship with some jedi on it. The entire crew was killed, except me, when we crashed on Ando Prime. The...Dark Jedi saved my life and I am in debt to them... In turn I hate the Jedi, I feel like I belong here."

She said this, careful not to let her emotions get to her face. However, she hasn't quite got the hang of keeping emotion out of her body language. Emotion was a big thing to her people, it was hard. Though the sadness was gone the moment she thought about learning. She stood and bowed a little.

"I am pleased to have you as my master as well. You're letting me decide, Master? Heh, in that case lightsaber combat is my favorite subject."

 

[Horizon]

Rish merely nodded to Asharia as she spoke of her past.
A classic tale of lost and vengeance .
A sweet story to listen to thought Rish.
And his acolyte was interested in lightsaber combat.

Things were getting better and better.
Rish stood up and left his bowl laying around in order
for the "janitors" to clean it up. More like jedi prisoners
stripped of their powers. As he walked away, Rish motioned
Asharia to follow.

Rish now was walking through the bleak tunnels that filled the Bogan temple.
Most acolytes would get lost in the first couple of days and die in some remote tunnel of starvation.

On his way he took off the top of his robes, revealing his muscular endowed body. Aswell as his tattoos that covered his body from head to toe. They werent colourful only black as night. They looked tribal in the least anyone could say. He was now within his own personal training room thay he would use once everyday.

Stretching for a moment, Rish awaited his acolyte to inform her of daily excersise

 

[Asharia]

Ash glanced at the full bowl of food and raised an eyebrow at it, before following her master without hesitation. She was a step behind him, though close enough to either protect or hear any lesson he had wanted to give her. Though it seemed like the only lesson he had for her as he walked was how to navigate the tunnels. That was something she mastered within a month at the temple, the force was a powerful ally.

On the way there, she watched as Rish removed the top of his robes. She was in temporary awe at his muscles and tattoos. Though, she wasn't without her own tattoos, but she was no where near as muscular as her master. With a shake of her head she noticed that they had reached where they were going. She shed her black robe and let her black dress show itself. The only tattoo that was really visiable was the symbol right below her right eye.

"When do we begin, Master?" She asked eagerly.

 

[Horizon]

Rish extended both of his arms in separate directions and flexed every muscle in his torso and exhaled loudly...

"Right now...Punch me where ever you like. Minus below the belt."

He treated his body with care and punishment. Months of training and beating himself caused his body to resist most forms of physical pain unless given by some one that much brutal with their own strength.

The room was quiet and dim to their being only a couple lit candles.
It was also quite large and contained racks of weapons and dummies
that he would train with for hours on end.

To Rish one could never train enough...

 

[Asharia]

Ash blinked in confusion for a long moment, not sure if she should actually hit her master. Was he being serious? Not like the girl could hurt him, but really? She would've thought she would be killed or beaten for punching a Dark Jedi. She let out a laugh and shook her head in amusement. She balled her hands into fists, knuckles turning white as she pulled her arm back. It wasn't like she didn't know how to fight, she knew very much how. "Anywhere, but the groin." She acknowledged.

The girl shoved her fist outward and towards Rish, fist slamming itself into the flesh. She thought it was a decent enough punch, then again she didn't look nearly as muscular as her master. After she hit his solar plex, she took a step back arms raised expecting a quick retaliation. She made sure her arms were in position to block or deflect an incoming punch.

 

[Horizon]

Breathing in deeply, Rish let his arms fall to his sides and then bringing them back up once more. But only to give off a soft clap. The punch was solid.
If she struck a human in the face with that punch he would surely loose a tooth!

"Very good. Now grab a blade from any of the racks. You may even pick two to fight with if you please."

Rish then folded his arms and awaited to see what his acolyte would choose.
He also thought of what might be a perfect test for his acolyte with an attitude...

 

[Asharia]

Ash felt her pride boil happily as Rish clapped at the punch, apparently it was a decent punch. She flexed her fists, before unclenching them completely. With her typical mischievous smirk she turned and moved to the rack at the wall, her hands reached out and took a weapon in each one. "I like fighting with two weapons, there's a certain confidence in having two weapons." She said, turning back to her master.

She held her weapons wierd as well, an ackward fighting style to look at. However, she found it comfortable and effective. In her left hand she held the blade backwards so the blade was running down her arm and in her right arm she held it normally. She stood in front of her master and stood in front of him.

"Choose your weapon, my Master."

 

[Horizon]

Rish nodded to Ash as she plucked two blades from the rack. He did want to see how training a duelist would be. And she would be the first indeed.
Hearing ash telling him that he needed to choose his weapon, Rish flicked his hand called upon the Force to grab his lightsaber from his belt.

Igniting it he simply held it in one hand as he motioned Ash to strike...

"If you show some true skill with those blades I will teach you a form fit for "child" such as yourself."

Rish then gave off a slight chuckle as his sentence ended. Rish was only in his early twenties but not many can tell how old a Kel-Dor is besides his own kin and himself.

 

[Asharia]

Asharia wasn't all that surprised he used the force to pull a lightsaber to him, she's seen it so often it didn't awe her anymore. She continued to stand in a combat ready stance as she watched her master, studying his stance and looking for an opening before actually striking. "I'm not a child anymore, master."

She practically scowled as she charged forward and swung her left saber towards her masters side. Not a second later her right hand saber was swinging towards Rish's neck in a violent angry sort way. She wasn't very great with blades yet, but she was creative and functional with them. Ash thought that it was basic knowledge that if you had two weapons you'd use that at the same time.

 

[Horizon]

Duelist were worthy foes within combat. Their forms confused their opponents in which often was their downfall. Gently tossing his live saber to his left hand, Rish leaned the blade down to deflect the blade with ease.

The other blade swung in with force and speed. It was indeed impressive for an acolyte to strike such a way. But to counteract the offense he merely leaned his head left. The blade grazed by his head but managed to knock against his one of his tusk,s. The scrape was mild and didn't manage to chip off anything.
But it was close...

"Show me some passion in that form Asharia.."

Rish merely held his saber against ash's and awaited the next offense.

 

[Asharia]

A smirk passed across her lips as she scraped Rish's tusk. She put some of her wait into her masters lightsaber with hers, just to test him a little. Asharia was still calculating her master as she fought him, how much he underestimated her(Or at least in her mind). In her right hand, she spun the blade in a full circle before holding the lightsaber above her head with the point facing Rish.

"I'm sorry master, I'm not passionate with men." She teased.

Ash then stabbed upwards towards Rish's throat, but at the last moment twisting the blade so it went beside his cheek. With an evil sounding giggle, she spun around her master's lightsaberless side. She used both lightsabers to swing towards his spine. It wasn't going to be a full attack, however she was going to fall through with one and use the other to stab.

 

[Horizon]

Spinning around and taking a step back, both blades missed by inches.
Rish chuckled at her attempt and more at the way she teased.

"Im not a man. Im a Kel Dor. Big difference dear..."

Said Rish with a slight grin...

"You are quite skilled I give you that..."

Rish then used the force to launch him off his feet and into a back flip.
Landing directly behind Asharia. Rish then leaned in and blew in her slightly,
just enough to give her a chill. At this point Rish could do what ever he wanted.

He could pull his lightsaber up to speed and cut her down to size.
Or drain her essence with one small touch of his hand.
The sky was the limit at this point....

 

[Asharia]

Asharia pulled back into a combat ready stance the moment her sabers missed, ready for a counter attack. Her face shown with amusement at the comment from her master and excitement from fighting. "I'm sure you knew what I meant and tha--.." She didn't quite get to finish her sentence, because she was surprised at the jump. A shudder went down her spine as Rish blew on her neck.

She quickly came to her senses and spun around, one lightsaber moving towards his chest. The other lightsaber slashing towards his lightsaber wrist from above, hoping to make it harder for him to block the first swing. A scowl was already on her lips, disliking the breath on her neck a lot.

 

[Horizon]

With a blink of an eye, Rish flicked off his lightsaber and launched it a couple inches in the air and caught it upside down in order to block the incoming blow as he slanted the saber torwards Asharia's.

"Clever girl..."

Rish then held up his hand and called on the Force to push the blade off in another direction...

"But not clever enough."