Ways of the Force [Core Force Training]

[Sovereign]

Within the deepest bowels of the Sith Academy on Ziost, Darth Mortis waited. Black-mantled, huge, threatening and wielding a blackened iron staff, the Sith Lord sat upon his throne. On the surface, he appeared motionless. Yet within his scarred body, the Dark Side blossomed. Malevolent energy surged throughout his frame as his mind studied the eddies and currents of the of the Force. As the Master Sorcerer of the Sith Order, Mortis had been charged by the Dark Lord himself with the training of acolytes. This was a rather strenuous task. Acolytes were nothing but a servile and snivelling race. For Mortis, the very notion that these beings could ever amount to anything was far-fetched.

Suddenly, the Sith Lord sprang from his throne. "Come, my children!" He bellowed as he released a terrifying laugh that shook the aged dust from the catacomb walls. "This is your one and only chance!"

(Max 4 people)

 

[Xedan Blokk]

Since the beginning of his training, Xedan Blokk had taken to be someone.. Nomadic in nature. He was a traveller, he preferred it that way. He could stay in one spot just enough to learn what he was able, and then he would leave. It was a comfortable lifestyle, and he learned more than he could have ever imagined. More than that, however, he went unnoticed by many, which was ideal for him. He relished being able to blend into the shadows, taking whatever he could to his advantage, and then disappearing without any sort of trace. It was freeing.

He had just entered the Academy on Ziost -- just landed, in fact -- when he felt it. It was something that he had felt once before, with a different Sith Lord, but this time.. It was much more urgent. This call, it seemed, was much more vital, and it called to be responded to with a much greater sence of immediacy. And that is exactly how he reacted.

Not much of a runner, Xedan was out of breath within a few short minutes of sprinting through the Academy. He heard the roar, not with his ears perhaps, but it had resonated deep within him in a way which he hadn't felt before. It was if the noise itself had travelled through the Force and manifested itself deep within him, and now was trying desperately to escape. However, this time, he didn't innately know where to go. It was as if finding the source of the intense sound was the first test to discovering its purpose.

Xedan tore through the Academy with a speed that had yet been uncovered by him, like the scream which had summoned him had also flipped on some switch in his brain that allowed him to temporarily bypass any physical limits to how fast he could run. Though he was short of breath very quickly, he felt no muscle pain, no tightness in his chest. He may very well have been able to run forever. It was simply a matter of luck that he didn't have to.

He arrived at a towering door that had no visible handle or other means of opening it. Strangely, however, he found that upon approaching it, he knew what to do. The Acolyte felt a buzz of energy surge through him, and with a small extension of his hand, the door opened. He knew that he had used the Force, he just felt shocked at how easily it came to him. It was like he had known how to use the Force all along.. It just took the right circumstances to trigger the hidden knowledge. Or perhaps the hours on end that he spent meditating were finally beginning to pay off.

He strode through the large hall, heading towards the throne at the end of the room. He saw a figure standing in front of it, as if he had just leapt from the chair and was waiting for something.. Intently. His face showed nothing, but he was feeling a strange amalgam of emotions that tumbled inside him, creating a maelstrom of uncontrollable instincts and urges. He kept it in check, however.. At least, for now.

He arrived in front of the figure, and felt a sudden desire to kneel. He knelt. His voice came out more confident than he could have possibly felt, and more confident than it usually was. "I have been waiting to find you, my Lord. I am Xedan. The Force has brought me to you, and now places me into your service."

 

[Syn]

Fawn had been doing reading, or the equivalent one does when they can't. She had threatened an apprentice to read for her about the sith sorcerer and she was interested, she could he could teach her to keep victims alive for days past their deaths for pleasure and pain as she walked around and eventually found what she was looking for and bowed with a grin holding in her hand one of her blades as she slid it between her breasts and popped her shoulders. "My master I seek your knowledge."

 

[Zen]

Mr. Bobby Crown Nonomyth, stood close as well he waited as the Sith Lord spoke. And instead of laughing. He found a use for him. He would mostly be a force to be reckon with, and a person that holds a lot of power. Over the borders of Time, Space, Magical Enhancements, and Barriers over realms. Or so it ran through his thoughts he hopes. He sighed and spoke."I am here to learn, names Mr. Bobby Crown Nonomyth."He said slowly.

 

[Blueberrypie]

Kelric's conscious mind was a strung string, sensitive to the lightest of touches within the Force. For deep within the Sith academy of Ziost, he found himself in a black abyss of emotion, trapped in a state of meditation meant to teach him control. Yet, he was in an idiosyncratic dichotomy - one part of him was imprisoned by his passions and chaotic desires, stifling the use of his logical mind. Kelric's other self was one of a darker design, struggling for breath as it tried to survive and maintain the status quo. Equilibrum had to be reached before rationality itself could be clawed upwards, so dominance could be asserted over its mighty counterpart; emotion itself.

It was in this struggle of his that Kelric felt it; for amongst the turmoil that bathed his mind, there was a mandate, an assertive call - it was sign of hope. Without further ado, he rose to his feet and leapt through the room, toward salvation.

Kelric's mind and body lay prostrated in front of Darth Mortis, kneeling on the marble floor. His forehead was glistening with sweat as he spoke with a voice that was laced with reverence and respect - of fear and hope; the man in front of him was the answer to it all.

"Lord, I am Kelric Thrain."

 

[Sovereign]

Darkness screamed through the fibres of reality, unconscious demons awoke on foreign plains of existence, and demise fell over distant light. As the last acolyte made his way into the chamber, the obsidian door was closed shut. Suddenly, the Dark Side of the Force began to surge through the temple with a renewed intensity. The ground groaned and quaked and the chamber reeled. Smoke belched from the planet's surface and the skies bursted into thunder seared with arcs of bright lightning. Down like lashing whips fell a torrent of black rain and its sound began to resonated throughout the chamber like the pounding of a great war drum. "Welcome to Ziost!" the Sith Lord hissed as he bent over his acolytes, his eyes burning holes into theirs. "If you seek my power then you must first do my bidding." Mortis extended his stone-clad hand and made a slight gesture towards the ground. "Your lightsabers. Bring them to me."

 

[Xedan Blokk]

Xedan rose from his kneel and stood in front of Darth Mortis, feeling only slightly anxious that the Sith Lord could probably crush him with a flick of his wrist. But he wouldn't allow his fear to show; it was a weakness.

"Your lightsabers. Bring them to me," the Sith Lord commanded powerfully. Xedan suppressed a shudder, and instinctively reached to his waist, and grasped for something which wasn't there. He realized that, because of the command, he had attempted to do something which was impossible. The Acolyte had yet to construct his lightsaber. He had nothing to present.

"I have none, my Lord," Xedan stated blankly. He hoped it wouldn't be seen as a fault, but showed no anxiety or fear on his face or in his voice. He hated being the one singled out, but it would pass. And so he waited for the other Acolytes to present their lightsabers and for the training to begin.

 

[Syn]

Fawn looked at the sith lord and as she felt the power grinned then she felt all the feelings in the room and laughed internally even more as she strutted forward and bowed to one legholding up her lightsaber as she tried to take a little of the dried flesh and blood off the spikes and didn't speak just felt a stirring in her head as her minds screamed for blood, sex, and other things. "As you wish my lord."

 

[Blueberrypie]

The foundations of Kelric's very being were shaken as the obsidian doors closed with a thunderous boom, the rumble of their meeting reverberating an ominous finality. Upon the stone where he knelt, he was struck to the core; a symbolic moment occurred, an epiphany that would spark the coming of a new age; the age of Kelric Thrain!

He had competition.

"Your lightsabers. Bring them to me."

The apprentice rose to his full height as he shifting a smoldering gaze to those whom had just spoken. Whereas one had no blade of his own, taking shame in it, the sultry Fawn had been happy to indulge the Dark Master. On the other hand, Kelric had no lightsaber himself, making he and Blokk similar in some farfetched manner. The thought lapsed his features into a hardened frown, so he banished it before it took root.

Throwing away his procrastinating nature, Kelric bent his arched neck to Darth Mortis, to so speak in a barotone voice. It was laced with the tones of respect and reverence; tinted ever-so-slightly with the churning emotion of dread. "I have no blade, mi'lord." Yet, in his display of subservience, there raged a wall of confidence - Kelric was amongst his 'peers'; this was his chance to see exactly how far he'd come.

 

[Zen]

Bobby Crown looked at the Dark Master and spoke swiftly, his voice dark cold, yet calm."I have none."He said slowly, before looking to each and every one who said the same thing, was this a form of some kind or test or something else, That was uncertain for himself the thing was he was feeling a bit out of path to say the least, and was chosen to be a great Master Sprucer hopeful in the near future. He sighed in a rather stain sort of voice.

 

[Sovereign]

Horrifically chilling lights flashed across the room and a cold dread began to creep over their hearts. There was no longer any sound save for a faint hiss like a venomous breath. For a moment time itself seemed to slow, to stretch. "Who dares?" Mortis demanded. With a cry of hatred that stung their very ears like venom, the Sith Lord raised his hand aloft. His past countenance of bored amusement was gone and in his disfigured face now burned keen merciless eyes. "You worm," Mortis began, slowly his scarred maw taking time to pronounce each word in its own harsh way, "Consider this is your first lesson." From his outstretched hand streamed forth a torrent of lightning. Bright arcs of pure Dark Side energy began to swirl throughout the chamber before descending upon Bobby Crown with a vengeful force.

 

[Zen]

(SOrry for late post.)

Bobby eyed, the Sith Lord and spoke."Oh?" Seconds later, he was not only hit but was sent flying at a wall, while the lightning hit him, he swirled, and Indore the pain, though it was really painful trying to withstand the lightning, every inch of his body begun to yell in pain, mentally. He was storming around the floor like a worm, in pain, yet he did not yell in pain, his face told it. He was withstanding it, mentally while his body didn't.

 

[Blueberrypie]

The silence was deafening, and all that fell on Kelric's ears were a languid hiss that seemed to expand time itself. His eyes were fixated on the marble floor; his face contorted into an expression that drilled into the ground. Kelric's countenance reflected his adamant will of becoming unseen, a buried presence. Inwardly he imagined himself shrinking to a speck of dust, a microscopic organism invinsible to the eyes of Mortis. Though he doubted it was possible, he hoped to be ignored as the moment stretched into an eternity.

"You dare!"​

Not a breath nor the slightests of movements escaped Kelric, for the ice-clad tentacles of dread were clutching his throat, wringing and tearing at what life he had left. Kelric cringed involuntary as Darth Mortis' voice lashed forth, carrying nothing but a ruthlessness that promised pain and destruction. Damned be that fat slob! If Kelric found himself punished, or, worse yet, disgraced; then he'd have Bobby's head!

"You worm, consider this your first lesson!"​

A torrent of dark energies soared forth and crashed into Crown's squishy frame; enveloping him in a barrage of decadent lightning that sprayed electricity left and right. Kelric flinched when he heard Bobby's body hit the wall; the impact's boom had echoed thorought the room, reaching the apprentice's ears. Or had he sensed it?

Disrespect. There were many cautionary tales that circulated amongst the Sith, and this One word lingered on a plethora of tongues. Stories had been told to Kelric, rumours; he'd considered them to be nothing more but exaggerated hearsay, but now he could see, and to his horror, he realized exactly how blind he had been.

"My most wise Lord..." With a contemplative and subservient voice, Kelric shifted his smoldering gaze at the intimidating figure of Darth Mortis. "What manner of... technique was that?" His earlier emotions of dread had been partially replaced with a churning desire, an idea. One that would be exploited. Bobby could die where he was, as his presence was a disease upon the Order; a weakness. What mattered was Kelric's evolution and the Empire's development.

 

[Syn]

Fawn looked at the man on the ground and she remained still as she face became a smile of sadistic glee and she looked around with her eyes at the other with them as she bowed to one knee and remained still not letting her giggle fit sound as she bit her lower lip and drew blood in a small line down her chin as she spoke with a hisky tone to her voice. "My lord that was beautiful."

 

[Xedan Blokk]

Xedan remained deathly quiet throughout the punishment of Bobby Nonomyth. He forced his head as far downward as possible, creating nearly a right angle from his spine to his neck. He wasn't easily frightened, however.. There was something about this demonstration of raw power that terrified him like no other. It was as if, at any moment, Darth Mortis was capable of killing any one of them, for little to no reason at all. Not the Xedan believed that Bobby didn't deserve to be punished; he did. He was insolent, rude, and overall.. Stupid. But regardless, Mortis' unpredictability made Xedan's stomach churn.

Xedan tried to look up using only his eyes, without moving his head, to see whether Bobby had gotten up yet or not, but he could see nothing. The only thing he was aware of was the noise that Bobby made as he flopped and writhed in pain on the hard stone floor. It made him sick to think that he would so openly showcase his pain. If it had been Xedan, he would accept his punishment without such an extravangant demonstration, even if it killed him. This showed how weak Bobby was, and it earned no respect from Xedan.