[Vally of the Dark Lords] The Way of Domination

[Twisted Reality]

The Vally of the Dark lords, a vortex of dark side energy on Korriban. And of course his favorite place to train Acolytes. The whispers of the Dark Lords of old were always on the wind, the heat of the day was also something to help push acolytes during their training. Satsuki was now a full Sith, so his training duties were clear until he found another apprentice to train. Until then, he'd do his duty as a high ranking Sith and train acolytes in things he was best at. Lightsaber combat, he was one of the Orders most Dominate duelists. A master of Defense and Agression in equil measure, his blend of Djem So, and Soressu able to switch between the two forms at the drop of a hat. Today, he would be teaching a Kitty...i mean Kushari. From reports, he'd be a bit of a hard head. This Sith was not an acolyte but to think he knew everything about Djem So was laughable.

Drakus himself maybe a Master in the form but he was still learning new and interesting ways of using it. The Imperial flight suit he wore had the front half of the torso folded th Empires emblom fully seen on the sleeve. The Former Warmaster, was still a General in the Imperial Military. There for, he would wear the uniform. They were much more comfortable when not wearing his Armor, The four lightsabers on his belt and thighs. Held in place by magnetic plates, he awaited the furry Crusader. His eyes closed, and arms crossed over his chest. He let his awareness through the force stretch out, as the Crusader got closer. He would fell the weight of his telekenetic presence, bearing down in him. Which was why he learned to mute his force presense in the first place. It was a sign, to show what line of force powers he chose to master.

Drakus was gifted, a warrior with a strong connection and control over the force. He could have been an Assassin, or a sorcerer but he loved the thrill of combat too much. The Chaos, and the stakes when in the midst of combat and warfair. Which was something that Drakus was going to show this sith, what hard work can do. He was only 32 and he was a Sith master before he was 22 years old. Making his stent as a Crusader 4 years long, That and he was sure that his face would be recognized thanks to the reports surrounding his rise to his former seat as Warmaster.

 

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Ark walked throughout the netting of telekinetic energies. If Ark thought it was appropriate to smirk, he'd have done so in order to make a physical distinction that it was obvious a Master of the Sith was within breathing distance. Sure enough, an exhale later, and Ark's long strides left him at a distance from the Sith Lord.

The name, the face, and even his very demeanor was all too familiar, and it sent a chill down Ark's spine. Ark came prepared. He was arrogant enough to think he was good with D'jem So, arrogant to think he already knew everything there was to know of the skill, arrogant to think that he was already an excellent swordsman in the practices of the lightsaber form; But he was arrogant, not stupid. Whatever Ark had, he knew that a true Master knew more, and thus he could teach more. Ark knew he'd trained many students, and his very reputation gives a shadow of what he'd trained them in.

In all honesty, Ark knew that he one day saw his ambitions placing himself in the same footsteps. Ark knew a wide variety of skills for a fresh Crusader, but in all honesty it was his passion for the lightsaber that set him hard on the tracks for a Warrior. The cliché path was something that just anyone could imagine a Sith as, and though this was the case, Ark was proud of his distinction, because it showed his intentions. It was also a manner of distinguishing himself from the rest of the Warriors of the Sith. Ark has, and always will, aim for excellence. And if he could make himself stand out from the rest of the warriors of the Sith, excellence is what he'd need. That's precisely why he was here today.

Any ordinary Sith would choose not to pursue a skill they already feel they're well on their way to Mastering. It takes an extraordinary Sith to learn every ounce of the skill as fast as it is humanly possible in order to show a true dedication to his lightsaber practices. Taking the knowledge from the best is a given.

As Ark grew closer, the telekinetic press was stronger, and growingly so. It was truly impressive, though Ark couldn't help but to think it was just another Sith display of power. Regardless, Ark thought it might actually help him to have some resistance to train under. It will make it so much easier to perform when he's out from under the veil.

Ark's mechanical fingers touch over the three lightsabers on his belt. His fathers, it's gone untouched since he's created his other two lightsabers, and rightfully so, because it was truly a sign of Ark letting go of his past, and excelling into the future. The reason he keeps it around is simply for that last breath of air before he fully submerges himself. His Lignan Saber. Simply a back up, but he's sure that if training gets rough, and he's sure it will, it will end up coming into play as a replacement to say the least. And finally, his most used Ark saber. It was his first choice in saber, and he's sure it'll shine very soon.

Ark adjusts the brand new armor weave chest he wears. It was a a very new addition to his wardrobe, and frankly it was uncomfortable to his ordinary bareness. He didn't like it at all, and his deep breathing caused it to tighten like a constrictor, and loosen like a fat man's shirt. There had to be a better piece of armor, and he was ready to tear it off at any moment, but every time he felt to do it, he refrained from it, because he figures he'd need it more than ever at this point.

As Ark comes within a comfortable speaking distance, Ark stands in attention and announces his presence to the Sith Lord, "Arketeleus Krayzen."

It was his usual method of introduction, and it stemmed way back into his childhood while in the Imperial Academy. It showed respect to his superior officers, and it was the bare essentials, despite the fact that everyone he's announced his name to has already known his name.

 

[Twisted Reality]

Drakus stood there as he felt the presence of the crusader, a dark smirk crossed his face. The summons to meet him here was simple, to see if he could learn something new. So when the large cat looking creature came to a stop and announced his name. Drakus only gave a slow tilt of his head, this should be interesting. "Lord Vyrassu, but i suppose my name is well known within the order. I have summoned you here to see if the skills you appear to have with blade is worthy of the confidence stated in your personal files." A single arm stretched out straight to his side as one of the long handled lightsabers on the back of his waist flew into his hand. A strange weapon to use for a Master of Djem So. "I am the Former Warmaster, i have never been bested in a duel since i joined the sith. So i lay this challenge at your feet Crusader, fight me with everything you have and see if you can best a true master duelist."

The snap hiss of his lightsaber sounded as the bronze blade came to life. The violent hum of the weapon as the tip of the blade pointed right at Ark. "Then we shall see if you confidence will be tempered, to be over confident, is to be destroyed once you get in over your head. I am a Master of Djem So, so the first strike is yours." Drakus lowered the weapon and arm to his side. Taking no set stance, nor was he going to take the standard opening high stance of Djem so. So while he waited, Drakus muted his force signature and that oppressive weight vanished. Allowing Ark to fight as his best, this was going to be a test of skill. But would be teaching along the way, to be a successful duelist wasn't about mastering the use of a lightsaber. But to master the use of the whole body as a weapon, and Drakus had long learned that every inch of his body could be used to dominate an enemy. "But first, set all the sabers that you may use to training mode. We are at war there for need every sith in one peace."

Drakus himself had already done so, so that when ever his saber made contact. It would only hurt, but never cut. Also while he waited, he enhanced himself with the force. Both in speed, and strength since he could not go toe to toe with such a strong creature without it. He had to even the strength playing field, but there was something that Drakus didn't tell up front. While he was a master of Djem So, he was also a Master of Soresu. The purely defensive form of lightsaber combat, and the fact that his two long handled lightsabers could be used in many different ways.