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[Ayomi Jakarta]

Didn't know how to use a saber properly? What were they teaching in this place? Sure, some acolytes and champions preferred sorcery and Sith magicks over blade mastery, but that would be highly unusual for a Mandalorian who'd been content to use their hands just moments ago. The Echani's outburst, though, was something else.

"What do I know? More than you, acolyte. And fun? This isn't summer camp, you're training to be Sith. Fun now gets you killed later."

Ayomi hissed at the girl. Fucking hells, they sounded like the teachers on Dromund Kaas. They spied the Mandalorian gathering up her books, many of which looked to be dueling manuals at a quick glance. Now that was intriguing. On the other hand, the presence of another Sith champion that approached was... unnerving at best, even as Sith went. If the Tiefling was honest, the way she spoke kind of creeped them out, though it wasn't their place to judge. They'd wait for either of the two acolytes to respond before addressing the pair themselves.

"So that's it, then? No, you started a challenge and now you two are going to finish it."

Ayomi's red eyes flashed again as they spoke, unclipping their dual-bladed lightsaber from their belt before twisting it to separate its halves and tossing one to each of the two acolytes. They had to understand; these things needed to be followed through. That was the way of the Sith, the way the strong separated themselves from the weak, the way Ayomi had been hardened and trained.

@Hastur @Zory @Darasuum

 

[Kreia Sera'Wyn]

"What do I know? A lot more than you realize. I don't even know who you are, and you don't even know who I am." There was no sarcasm as she spoke, just simple confusion. "Echani fight, in anyway as a way to get to know their opponent. In just a few moments, I have learned more about Feifi than she intended to tell me. Fighting an Echani is an honor."

Kreia would have kept going but another walked up, this one exuding more power. "Experimentation? What kind? Is this like holding a magnifying glass on a tiny bug to watch it burn?" She might have portrayed impudence if it wasn't for the lack of attitude. She was genuinely curious. Is this truly what being a Sith was? Experimentation as the alpha species? Curiosities and intrigue? Maybe being a Sith wasn't as bad as the Empire thought it was going to be.

The blond hummed thoughtfully and bent down to pick up the saber. The Echani had started the challenge to get to know the masked Mandalorian. Combat was a form of conversation from her. Deftly, she spun the saber, testing the weight before gripping it both of her hands. It was awkward for her, the new blade. She much preferred the dual saber it was before, but she could make do.

"Might I ask, if one does not have the force, nor their saber, how would you fight then?" Her gaze locked onto Feifi and waited for the Mandalorian to strike.

@Hastur @Darasuum @René

 

[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

Caerllion watched while another Echani was sent flying, landing at the top of a tree next to the one where he had been watching the chaos unfold. Even Teekl had awoken to see the woman win the skies, only to crash in the branches and end up hanging upside down in a hollow of the trunk.

She looked like some type of drunk bat.

Deciding to give a hand, Caerllion rose from the grass. Teekl complained with meows, but immediately calmed down when he carried her in his arms. The loth-cat was so spoiled sometimes.

While he approached the tree, someone else was already here. It was the same Pureblood that was fighting the crazy guy for the affection of another Pureblood. Caerllion arrived right on time to hear the red-skinned man offering drinks for her. “Hello, I’m Caerllion.” he said, presenting himself to them with a slight bow.

He kneeled next to the tree, before leaving Teekl in the grass, much to her annoyance. “Can you leave it alone?” he said, studying the place where Param’s head was. “I can help if you need.”

@Apollyon @TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

Param's silver eyes shifted over to Karys, as if trying to kill him with a stare. "Get me a drink... with a straw, please" she said quietly. She couldn't yell, being so constricted by the tree. She turned to the new Sith that had just walked up. "How can you help?"

@Apollyon @LouJoVi

 

[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

"By getting you out of here." Caerllion answered Param, before getting back to his feet. He placed a hand at the bark of the tree and touched his forehead against it. Closing his eyes, the Champion murmured some old lamentations for trees in Sídhe, the language of Annwfyn. Like the rest of his people, he respected nature.

"I'm sorry." he said to the tree, before red energy flowed from his hands toward its bark. The hole would start to increase its size, while pieces of the bark slowly fell. Soon it would be large enough to pull Param off through it. The Annfyn expected that Vary would be the one doing it.

If the Pureblood didn’t help her, Caerllion would do it. The Annfyn would slowly pull her through the enlarged hole and would immediately take her to the infirmary.

@Apollyon @TheDudeMike

 

[Feifi Candorus]

"uhm, thank you but I uhh.. I got my own..I'm just no good with a typical saber.. which causes people to yell at me a lot and you know,, detentions.."

She gently sat the books down. Before moving her left hand away from her cloak, revealing that side of her armor, she flicked her wrist, and two saber blade erupted from the sides of her gauntlet.

"It's a little trick I inherited up from my father before he.. nevermind.."

@Zory @others

 

[Karys]

Karys would move to get a drink just like Param asked but then a strange Sith approached them. After a brief conversation, the tall and thin man touched the tree and a soft red glow began to rot the hole around Param’s face. Karys urgently ripped the rotting bark from around her to pull her out.

“Thank you.” He’d tell the strange elven man.

She was in a bad way.

“Hey Param, I think you’re gonna have to wait on that drink.” He told her, genuine concern in his voice and eyes. “Let’s get you to the infirmary.”

Karys’ massive 6’2 form would easily be able to scoop Param up in his arms. He’d quickly but carefully leave with her to the infirmary.

/exitthread

 

[Serene]

Spoiler: Music change

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Serene's eyes flicked to Kreia where they remained, intensely unblinking until she finished. And only then it was a single slow blink, as if to say she was glad to stop finally hearing the girl's voice. Kreia was beautiful, capable but naive. A hand at Serene's side twitched, beginning to move only to stop at the suggestion of a duel from Ayomi. The slight elevation in bloodlust evaporated as quickly as it had come if it was sensed at all.

The two acolytes had their own reasons for not wanting to continue fighting. Serene did not care. But what she did like was Ayomi's suggestion of a duel. The false smile that had perpetuated on Serene's face intensified into a smirk.

The Champion's steps began to bring her around behind Kreia, looking her and Feifi up and down. "With everything else of course." She answered the girl's question like it was obvious. After coming around to the other side she gently placed her viborlclaw adorned hand on her shoulder. The normally reassuring touch was dangerously close to her throat but not at risk of drawing blood so long as Kreia did not move too suddenly. "Results are what matters, not methods." The light touch of the dangerous woman was lifted a moment later as she continued to circle the pair. Fibers on Kreia's clothes would be noticeably frayed after the contact but her flesh would be spared.

When Serene came close to the Mandalorian her head cocked to the side. She recognized some marking, the design to a degree. "Compensate for your weakness, or have none. Anything less and your asking to be chewed up and spit out." Her gaze focused on the eye space of Feifi's T visor, staring through where her eyes were. "Duel." It was not a request.

@Hastur @René @Zory

 

[Feifi Candorus]

"your in the way old woman."

She joked slyly, the orange glow of the saber guantlet blades and the hum of the blades apparent.

"Compensate? Is that what champions do, ha e you ever heard of self betterment? Compensation implies you are hiding imperfections rather than pulling them out by the roots and wiping the slate clean, burning it down."

She ignites a second saber guantlet, with it being much newer and red. Pointing it to the echani.


@Zory @Darasuum @René @others

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar only smirked at the quip about his poison, “I’m hoping you will not be needing it,” He said simply. He took another swig from the bottle. Within moments, Cyu started hitting him with barbs of truth that drew out a grimace. He bristled, but said nothing for a moment.

“Those are all valid reasons, you know,” Azar said with a smile. He pondered for a moment, feeling Cyu’s gaze searing into him. He owed her no excuse, but he also knew what the alternative was - admitting to his cowardice. At first he was neutral about it, having long since abandoned the idea of returning home. However, forging a Sith blade once again in a true Korriban Forge sounded like a dream. One he wanted to make real. And there was also the matter of wanting to forge a blade for a certain someone, which was perhaps his main reason for going back.

His thoughts were soured when he overheard the debacle between two acolytes and Champions. Azar took a swig of his drink without looking at Cyu, “We leave for Korriban next week,” He stated flatly. He started walking towards the commotion, gesturing for the Pureblood woman to join him if she pleased.

What he overheard was not just blatant antagonizing from acolytes, but it was the response that made him bristle. Instead of punishing the acolyte for her insolence, the Champion Jakarta (@René )all but coddled her with words and made a flimsy display of authority. Next, a second Champion (@Darasuum ) joined the fray to command the acolytes. This time, the second acolyte showed a similar display of disobedience, openly mouthing off to a superior.

Without warning, the Force would coil around Feifi’s (@Hastur ) neck to toss off the helmet. The Force rapidly gripped her throat. She was focused on Serene or Kreia and would have no way to have predicted the sudden actions. Azar would then proceed to slam her face first into a wall harsh enough to break several of her teeth with the Force. If she didn’t spit out teeth, he would slam her face in again until he was satisfied by the amount of blood and teeth that splattered on the ground. And then, she would be forced down to kneel.

“Some acolytes,” He said smoothly as he stepped closer towards them, “Need to have a few more imperfections added so they remember their place.”

His yellow gaze next fixed on the other acolyte (@Zory ), calmly staring at her as if daring her to try her usual nonsense with him. He would not engage with words, they weren’t worth that. He would smash and destroy them until they learned to show respect and mean it. Every acolye here knew he had very creative ways to punish.

@Xorism

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

As Trodai leapt, he felt himself get yanked out of the sky and pulled to the side. Landing on all fours he approached, smelling what he thought was a delicious smell and his eyes widened before he began scoffing the herbs down. Before long he begun to cough, followed by sputtering and then the torrent came.

A sticky mess shot out nearly catching Cyutadakr's dress and narrowly missing.

Pretty soon and a puddle had formed where once he was and he rose up, a headache and coughing a bit more before he shook his head and regained his senses. He looked at himself and his surroundings, recalling everything despite the fact he could do nothing at the time. He cleaned himself with some leaves as best he could.

And then he saw her again. Cyutadakr.

He knew this was not a good look and likely took amusement in his embarrassment. It certainly wasn't something he would forget soon...and he had been humbled. He thought a bit and decided upon a calculated risk. A gamble.

First he turned to Azar.

"That was...unexpected. It was definitely a experience I won't forget it. I hope my assistance with your experiment was beneficial. Although remind me to be careful around strange vials in gardens in future."

He paused allowing himself a breathe after all of it.

"I never did quite catch your name before all this. Not properly, you certainly have a interesting approach."

He turned looking at the carnage around.

He turned to Cyutadakr and swallowed his pride as well as probably left over chunks at the back, it wasn't a pleasant taste. He would try something, he didn't know if it would work but it was worth a shot. He was anything if determined.

"We meet again, although under different circumstances, Lady Cyutadakr. I believe I see now what you were trying to accomplish before, somewhat. I have been humbled by this experience. If that was the intent I will never know. I certainly won't forget it. Or am likely too, the rest of the Acolytes will see to that. I apologise for my brutish approach last time, my stubbornness and arrogance. Few like to admit when they are wrong. I admit I am a proud man...perhaps too proud sometimes and prone to stupidity in some ways. I would accept the collar or whatever is deemed appropriate, I won't question it, if you are willing to allow one more chance and allow me to make amends for my flaws."

If she were to sense in the Force, he was speaking the truth. He had been humbled and learnt a great lesson even though that was not Azar's intent. Being a cat, the embarrassment and everything in between. It was a humbling experience. Moments later and he saw firsthand why not to anger Azar.

He found the experience of seeing the punishment, informative.

@Sreeya @Xorism

 

[Feifi Candorus]

Oh feifi took the slamming like a champ all right. Totally worth it!

All that sounded from her was a Chuckle as she stood up again, spitting a tooth out, then wiping her mouth clean.

"Anything further sir? May I please duel properly now as the others have instructed?"

she kindly asked before She flashed a bloody smile at the one who had done such a thing to her, before grabbing her helmet and gently placing it back on her head.

In truth she's had way, way, worse done to her when she was younger, and being raised by a man like her father helped herden her properly, she learned very young to never show pain, to do so was to admit defeat.

@yall

 

[Darth Arcanos]

The Pureblood caught the acolyte continue with her tough act. If he were Massassi, perhaps he would have admired it, but he only saw it as a complete waste. He could have smashed her face a few more times, but he chose instead to yank the helmet from her hand, applying enough Force pressure to crunch it like a soda can. The helmet was crushed and tossed aside like junk. She could smile about that and turn on her ancestors and her entire tradition, or she could yield. He wouldn’t hesitate to kill if she continued to show insolence. They were not Mandalorian. They were Sith. Sith demanded obedience.

@Hastur

 

[Feifi Candorus]

understood..

She dusted herself, her smile dropping.

"Now may I continue?" She respectfully asked for his permission.

The girls face underneath, though covered in blood, was devoid of any emotion. Oh one day when she was superior to him, he would feel the pain tenfold, but until then, she would bide her time, take count of every wrong done.

If the duel was to be allowed to continue, she would immediately move to assault the echani, igniting her saber guantlet and striking down, using her second one to go for a chest impale, fueled by her internal rage and pain.

 

[Nevizkas]

Cyutadakyr's gaze was laser focused on the potion master until he relented, finally accepting his fate so very intertwined with their home world and the people within. "Oh, next week? Hmm." She mused, taking down a mouthful of strong liquid from the bottle. "I'll check my diary." She finally said, teasing her own opportunity to ply similar 'reasons' before moving to join him.

Watching the playground antics, as the children played, battered and spat before basically hugging and making up. She watched as Azar found a creative way to punish an insolent and possibly psychiatric Acolyte, considering her association with the helmet wearing weirdo's. Smiling with approval, her good mood lasted all but the time it took for another to arrive and begin speaking.

Once Trodai turned to address her, he would soon find his jaw clamped shut by way of the force, interrupting his pitch just after he spoke her name. "I preferred you as a cat, Acolyte." The tone tense and dismissive, refusing to use his name. Rolling her eyes before turning back towards the more exciting happenings over yonder. Hopefully he'd scram and go fight some other acolyte, considering that was the only thing that he seemed to be good for, as far as she knew.

Or he could stay, and risk seeing what happened.

@Sreeya @Akheron

 

[Ayomi Jakarta]

Well the Echani girl certainly had a mouth on her, didn't she? Ayomi reached for their second lightsaber, a curved hilt hanging from their belt, with half a mind to duel the girl themselves; well, if you could call what the likely result would be a duel. The Tiefling had several burn scars all over her body, mostly hidden by her clothes at the moment, from her own time as an acolyte learning much the same lessons. They paused, though, as the other champion circled the two. It seemed this other, creepier champion wanted the same thing, so they rested their hand on the lightsaber hilt and decided not to interfere.

Ayomi took notice as the Potionmaster of the academy approached what was becoming quite the scene. They'd never met the Pureblood before, but they'd overhead acolytes talking about him during a few of their visits to train here. If they had to describe what they'd gathered about the man in one word, it would have to be intense. His intentions quickly became clear as he grabbed the Mandalorian girl with the Force, slamming her face into the ground in response to her insolent remarks towards the other champion. The Tiefling watched through cold, unflinching red eyes as the girl's spirit was crushed, her prized helmet destroyed and discarded in the same way she'd spit out her tooth. Such was the way of the Sith; the weak served the strong, and those who could not died. Still, Ayomi couldn't help but be impressed with the girl's raw determination, the maelstrom of hurt and rage that now fueled her mind as she rushed at the Echani wielding admittedly intriguing saber gauntlets. Perhaps there was a potential here; after all, as much as they didn't want to it was their duty as a champion to train acolytes into Sith.

@Hastur @Zory @Darasuum @Sreeya

 

[Nefid]

Sith parties never disappointed. Even Azar interfering with her petty vengeance against Cyutadakyr didn’t bring down Nefid’s spirits. These were the swirls of emotion she lived for, on all sides, intoxicating. The jealousy. The hatred. The humiliation.

She watched the ridiculously armored acolyte deserve and earn her comeuppance. Even the first time did it, Nefid felt, only the girl didn’t have the good sense to admit it. At least after the second time she seemed to draw the right lessons.

The scene had attracted attention. Several champions were watching now, standing between Nefid and the action. Though she hung back, she decided to step in. Lopsided fights were neither instructive nor very entertaining.

Pain and rage fueled the first acolyte beyond her normal capabilities. Nefid reached for the second (@Zory). She felt the edges of her mind, traced the outlines of her emotions, felt them. Kreia’s own rage would rise to the surface, matching the energy from her opponent, that ridiculous teenager with no teeth who thought she could take her.

Satisfied with her work, Nefid watched the first lunge unfold.

@Hastur @others

 

[Gemini]

Snap, crunch, splat went Gemini's own nose as the Pureblood recoiled the original favor, a mixture of blood and snot beginning to pour as watered eyes and blinded thoughts briefly riddled his head. And the pain, of the glorious pain. Excited, Gemini let loose the one named Karys and rose with a gleaming gaze. Things were about to get interesting and his grin only widened as his feverous eyes got wider.

Yet, it didn't, and for a brief moment, Gemini's heart began to break as the Pureblood made his departure. Gemini reached forth his hand, as if to try and catch the man's departure but failed. Only the echo of his flowing words would fall upon @Karys as he departed Gemini, the weeping silvered eyes of the Acolyte showing his sadness as he reached for his own heart. "I will miss you."

It was all that needed to be said as he pivoted and made for the refresher, oblivious to the ongoing shenanigans as he went to the little boys room to clean the blood and wipe away what had dried. As much as he would have enjoyed seeing his Master @Param Vour be rocketed away and the ensuing fit of laughter of it after her sand flea filled display of endearment at her Tea Shop, appearances needed to be kept.

Or so he told himself, which of course, when blatantly out of the window the moment he would exit the refresher and witness @Azar Kressh utter display of domination. His smile would quickly return and in a full force filled sprint to his position, sliding in upon knees at his feet, so too would the excitement within his smile. "Me next! ME NEXT!" He would voice with gusto as the endless possibilities would dance in his head.

@Apollyon @TheDudeMike @Sreeya

 

[Kreia Sera'Wyn]

Her questioning ways had gotten her into trouble again. Right. She needed to remember that. She watched the Mandalorian carefully but it was the sharp claws on her shoulder near her neck that made her freeze. (@Darasuum) Kreia felt gold dread down her body and she would have shivered if it wasn't for the danger at her neck. She froze, the only tell-tale signs she was truly scared was the widening of her eyes and the minimal shaking of the saber in her hands. Otherwise, Kreia didn't dare risk the death that would surely come.

"Yes, Madame," she whispered softly at the command to duel. The Echani seemed to understand her place better than the Mandalorian then. What she considered a fun and intelligent sparring partner completely turned to disregard and frustration. The blatant display of strength against someone like Azar (@Sreeya ) was stupidity at its finest. Both Selene and Azar could destroy them without lifting a finger and they had been acting like they were equals. What a stupid little girl, Kreia thought about herself.

Her own frustration with herself quickly began to seep into rage at the Mandalorian before her. (@Volene) How dare this woman lie to them? How dare she show impudence in front of greater power? 'I'm not good with Sabers.' Only to produce two from her gauntlets. This had certainly turned into quite the fight, one Kreia wasn't going to lose. Anger and rage fueled her movements as she waited for the overeager Mandalorian to strike.

The girl was fast, Kreia would give her that. She easily dodged the saber down low, but the one up top clipped her shoulder as she spun out of the way. With a growl, the Echani gripped Feifi's wrist with her free hand before using her blade to strike at her back.

@Hastur @René @Apollyon (@others)

 

[Serene]

Serene, ever watchful for an attempted slight, still did not expect the myopic words to come from Feifi. Her mask of pretend pleasantry disappeared for a moment, her face was the epitome of anger. Any former beauty in her eyes was replaced by the corrupted red and yellow irises of a dark side champion.

Azar beat Serene to the punch though the woman could not say she was disappointed. For a moment Serene had almost thought it had been her own body acting on instinct. But this retribution seemed just as sweet in this circumstance. Her look of anger changed to a sadistic grin with each painful moment it brought the ignorant acolyte.

"Rupert." She called the C4T droid familiar to her side as the duel began. It gave an indifferent meow appropriate for its appearance. "Collect her teeth." A claw addorned index finger pointed towards the mandalorian's teeth on the ground. Rupert meowed and padded along the ground, stepping on blood with its tiny toe beans and picking up the teeth in its mouth one after another before returning to the champion. "Thank you, Rupert." She took them and pocketed them for later, and carefully used her pinky finger to give the cold machine a caress against its tiny feline jaw.

After the cat recovered the teeth, Serene's demeanor had calmed. She was satiated the galaxy had balanced the situation out with minimal effort on her part. With a calm hand she reached out to where the mandalorian's helmet had come to a rest. It floated rapidly towards the champion like an accelerated tractor beam until it halted a few centimeters away from her claw. Placing both hands on either side of the helmet she began to partially "uncrush" the helmet but she stopped after a second. All she needed was to be able to fit her hand into it, or see what was inside. The woman reached her will inside the helmet and pulled out hairs formerly belonging to the mandalorian's scalp. They moved into her palm before being transferred to another pocket.

The helmet dropped to Serene's feet but stopped short again. "On second thought....we are in a garden." Her eyes looked around and she looked for an unused bag of fertilizer. Finding one, she proceeded to use the force to telekinetically fill the acolyte's bucket with the fertilizer. Now she just needed to find something to begin growing.

@Hastur @René @Sreeya @Zory