Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 6:32 pm Post subject: Molding the Future
The Sith Academy on Korriban had remained largely unchanged since its construction. Even after millenia of galactic upheavals and wars, the building remained safe, secure. Well, as safe as anything on Korriban was.
Unlike the Academy they trained in, the sith hadn't endured. They'd changed, adapting to the environment they were placed in. Unfortunately, they had allowed themselves to become entangled in mundane pursuits that tainted their connection with the darkside.
These were the musings of the Dark Lord as he moved to the central chamber of the academy. Today, he would begin his ultimate mission, resurrecting the sith order into a stronger, purer form than what it had ever been before.
Recrus moved through the dark corridors of the academy, moving from light to shadow as he passed each glow-panel. The Dark Lord of the Sith was accompanied by a single droid, which followed him like a silver shadow. Stacy had been his companion for years, well before his time as a sith, and she was the sole trustworthy companion he had here.
As he entered the chamber, Recrus spoke a simple command to the droid. "When the acolyte gets here, activate your recording program. I want a complete holorecording of this session, as well as a full analysis of it."
His orders given Recrus moved to the center of the chamber, waiting for the acolyte to arrive. _________________
The young Acolyte arrived at the destination given to him by his new master. It was strange to him to call someone Master, but Sirak Sazen knew if he was to harness his power and restore order, he would have to. The sessions ahead of him would be brutal. Sirak did not fear it, yet he awaited with his cold heart.
His black robe swayed with the draft as he entered the chamber. It was cold and dimly lit. Candles hung from the walls. Sirak could make out the blood stains across the walls as the light danced across them. The most peculiar thing about this room was the precsence it had. The prescence of Sith years before him.
A shadowy figure stood in the middle of the chamber. He was emmersed in the Dark Side and Sirak knew that it could only be his master. The Iridonian marched to this man and bowed at his feet. He spoke nothing and waited for his master to speak.
Looking at the zabrak, Recrus grinned slightly. It was a twisted sarcastic thing, more a sneer than a true smile, but it was the only show of emotion the acolyte would get from him. Less than a second later, and his face had returned to its usual stoic mask.
"You are an acolyte, the lowest of the low. You aren't even fit to be a called a sith yet. You are a member of the herd; waiting for trials, training, and suffering to cull the weak from you. Should you survive the culling, you will be made a sith, and be allowed to be known as such."
Recrus paused for a moment, his piercing eyes gazing through the zabrak, as if he could see the being's mind, hear its thoughts. "You are for one purpose, to gain power through the darkside Power through any other means is insignificant. In the past, the order allowed itself to become entangled in the mundane affairs of the galaxy. You will not allow this to happen to yourself, or to the order."
Crossing his arms, the Dark Lord closed his eyes. "Tell me, young acolyte, what is it you want to learn? What drives you? Is it the thrill of battle? Or the silent rush of assassination? Or maybe, the mysteries of the force call to you?" _________________
The question raced through Sirak's twisted mind for a moment before he came to a conclusion. "I want the power of the Dark Side to be my weapon. I want to understand it, use it, become strengthened by it."
He slowly rose from his kneeling position to see the Dark Lord face to face. "Master, teach me the ways of the Dark Side so I may serve the Sith." He humbly bowed to the shadowy figure. The dim light exposed half of Sirak's stone-cold face as he awaited his master's response.
Self-reliance was important to the sith. If a student hungered, but was content with the spoon-fed knowledge given to them by an elder, then they would be nothing more than an offering, cannon fodder for a more suitable apprentice.
To test a student's devotion, not only to the darkside, but to their own goals, Recrus had developed a different approach to training. In order to increase their hunger for knowledge, he would train them, but not in what they wanted to know. In this case, he would teach the young zabrak saber skills.
If the acolyte truly wished to learn the force, then he would soon tire of being denied that which he hungered for most. This would drive him to study the force on his own. When this happened, Recrus would deny him what he wanted no longer.
Reaching to his belt, Recrus grabbed one of his saber hilts. Slipping it from it's place, he ignited the blade, letting it linger next to the zabrak's face. The emerald blade cast the alien's head in a slight glow. "Have you constructed a saber yet?" _________________
Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 7:39 pm Post subject: stubled in.
After landing Naltor stated to fix his ship, the planet seem to be dead , like a war had been fought here and no one survived. As Naltor was work he received a vision , he saw a dark figure standing over someone kneeling in a dark room, He could he the dark figure say some faintly “what is it you want to learn? What drives you? Is it the thrill of battle? Or the silent rush of assassination? Or maybe, the mysteries of the force call to you?"
Naltor awaken and thought, “Is this the person that I have been looking for ? Or is this a neuter false hope, But if so I must find he or her quickly my ship can wait.” Naltor stop what he was doing and as if the winds of the universe propelled him ran out of his ship. Some how Naltor knew how to get to the place in his vision, Naltor came to massive building, He thought this is it this is the place they are inside and I must fend them.
Naltor enter the building he thought “this place reminds me of prison”, as he made his way down the corroder to the room ware he saw the figure. Naltor found the room it was dimly lighted ,but he could see that the figure was a man and the person kneeling was an zabrak. He could see that the man demanded great respect, slowly walk into the room when the man ignited a lightsaber it emitted a emerald blade , then he ask the zabrak, "Have you constructed a saber yet?" Naltor stop walk and kneeled in the doorway, thinking to himself “This is the man I have been looking for”.
The feeling of denial rushed through Sirak. This feeling was mixed with another. The two were no longer alone and he could feel it. Despite this, he paid attention only to his master. The green glow of his lightsaber heated Sirak's face. "No. Not yet, master."
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Recrus kept his focus on the acolyte. He was more than sure of the fact that he could handle this new being without much trouble. Smiling, the Dark Lord pressed a button, cutting power to his saber blade. "Very well, you shall do so. Know this, building a saber is a task that usually takes a month. I have no time for such lenient measures. You will build yours in two weeks. You may use the archives for help, but do not expect any from me. Now leave, and do not return to me until you've completed your task, or the time has elapsed.
Know this my zabrak student, I don't tolerate failure. You have two weeks, should you not be done in that time, your punishment will be swift and fierce."
With that, Recrus turned away from the acolyte. He wouldn't acknowledge the zabrak's presence any further. Instead, he focused on this new being. A quick probe with the force told him all he needed to know. This massive beast was force sensitive, and was ripe for shaping.
"Tell me, my giant friend, why have you come here? What is it that pushed you to enter these forbidden halls?" _________________
Naltor thought he must be a ghost, the man seem like he could not see him. The man turn of his saber and told the zabrak that he need to build a saber and he had only to weeks to build it. Then the man started to focus on him, Naltor could feel the man probing his mind, this man is powerful Naltor thought he is the one. The man walk up to him and said, "Tell me, my giant friend, why have you come here? What is it that pushed you to enter these forbidden halls?"
Naltor was not amused by his words, Naltor replied .
I have been looking for someone that can teach me how to control my powers . I received a vision
Of you standing over the zabrak, and I believe that you are the one that I have been look for so teach me what you can and I will seek out the everything else that calls to me. So what is thy bidding my masters.
Sirak dared not imagine what his punishment would be. No, his attention was now focused on the large individual peering out at him. Whoever this mysterious being was, he was not here by accident. Sirak shook it off and began focusing on the matter at hand; building a fully functioning lightsaber in two weeks. Sirak's next move would be within the Sith Archives.
With the zabrak given his task, Recrus ignored him. He devoted his full attention to the giant kneeling before him. Listening to the answer given to his question, Recrus laughed harshly.
"You've told me the means to how you got here, but not the reason behind it. Visions can be ignored. Premonitions can be disregarded. In the end, there must be some drive in the being who receives them, or else they never happen.
I am not your Master. You aren't even a sith yet. You will be an Acolyte, and you will be tried, tested, and proven. Should you survive the culling, you will then be a sith. Until then, you will be trained. For every success, you will find a new challenge, with a greater reward. For every failure, you will be punished."
Crossing his hands behind his back, Recrus looked at the aquatic being. "Tell me acolyte, what do you hunger for. Do you wish to crush your opposition with physical prowess? Do you aim to control them with the power of the darkside? Or do you wish to strike from the shadows, planting fear in the hearts and minds of your enemies?" _________________
Naltor watched as the zabrak start to leave the room to begin his tasks, he notates that the zabrak look at him as if he souldn’t be here. Nalor stud up to face the dark cloak man tacking in his words consideration,
Naltor answered, “I wish to crush your opposition with physical prowess.” Ever since I was imprisoned I have come to realizes that my physical prowess has been my great’s ability, I want to become a colossuses a force to be reckon with a true source of raw physical power.”
The being before him was powerful, and had great potential. With the proper training and equipment, he could easily become a wall of death on the battlefield. First, the being must immerse himself in the darkside. For that to happen, he would be starved of combat training.
This giant, so suited for war, would be taught meditative exercises and be locked away, studying tomes and scrolls, until he began to pursue his lust for combat on his own.
A cold grin twisted Recrus's face. "You will go the archives, and spend the rest of the day studying the code of the Sith. Then, you will spend a week meditating on what you've learned. You will not eat, you will not sleep, you will not cease your meditation until you've been there for a full seven days. Do not attempt to cheat on this, because I will know."
With that, the Dark Lord of the Sith turned and left the chamber, being followed by Stacy, his silver hued protocol droid. He had work to do, and plans to make. If the Sith were ever to reappear in the galaxy, there was much he'd have to prepare for. _________________
Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 4:00 am Post subject: Meditating on the code.
Naltor thought to himself, “the code of the sith I must understand it and its deeper meaning I must get to the archives .” walk trough the dimly lithe walls of the academe to the archives was easy no one else was there to get in his way. Naltor came upon the door way to the archives room to find it small and narrow, “Naltor thought how do I go though this door .” Naltor squatted down walk sideway though the door , the room itself was small for him Naltor “thought this reminds me of my old cell, but this time I am not alone.
The zabrck was there and was working on his task, good he will not be a distention and no shall I become one for him, Naltor started to look for the archives that he need, the rows of columns were narrow for him . Naltor eventually came upon the texts that he need the code of the sith , thought to himself this is what I am to learn and so it shall.
Naltor made his way back out of the archives room back to his ship to study the code, when Naltor made back to the ship he thought were is the best place to study and meditate? The cargo hold is the best place for me their no one can disturber me.
Naltor enter the cargo hold and sit in the middle of the room and stated to read the texts,
Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.
As Naltor readied the texts he start to understand the code for what it was , but he knew that just understand wasn’t his goal he need to embody the code if he was ever going to be one with in the dark side of the force. Naltor study the texts committing it to memory line by line, analyzing it word for word, sentence by sentence, until he know that it was time for him to meditate on what he had just learned.
The day was almost over Naltor knew that he need to meditate, he “thought meditation I have thought out plans, schemes and other things but meditate on them I have not, I must clear my mind of all distraction so that I can focus my mind on what I have learn so that I can become one with in the dark side of the force.” Naltor close the doors of the cargo hold so that he could be surrounded by the darks, “this is like prison but this is were I am at home in the darkness thought Naltor ,” he made his was back to the center of the room sit back down, Naltor start to focus and clear his mind of everything that had happen to him and that day, I will focus my mind to meditate to day and I meditate on the code until I am need or I fully understand the code of the sith .
Day one Naltor focused his mind on the first line of the code Peace is a lie, there is only passion.. Going over and over Naltor focus on the line going over it word by word , Naltor thought peace is a lie cause in peace there is no passion or emotion at all and if you do not embrace your emotion you are not be true to one self and you will never be able to take the first step into the dark side of the force. Only by embracing passion your emotion can you take the first step into the darkness to stat to gain strength in the dark side of the force. Naltor meditated on what had come to him earlier in the day Naltor start to get tired he knew that he couldn’t sleep he had to keep going or he would fail his task and never become more then a ex con. Naltor keep focus on meditating, he knew that he had keep going, He thought focus on the line even more teal the next’s day.
Day two tiered and stating to get hunger Naltor trying to keep his meditation and not lose focus thought about the second line of the code through passion I gain strength, Naltor thought by embracing my passion my emotions I will gain strength in with in the force. If embracing my passion is the first step then by leaning how to use my passion to fuel my strength is the next step I must take in order to become one with the force, and this can help me focus on meditating I will need to use my passion to strength my body and mind or I will not make it pass this day so I must us what I have lean in order to keep going.
Day three, Naltor tiered and hunger trying to keep meditating on the code Naltor use his passion to fuel his waning strength , he stated to focus on the next line of the code Through strength, I gain power. meditating on the code Naltor thought “with the strength that I have gain by embracing my passion I have started to gain power in the dark side of the force, so by increase my strength in the force I will gain more power, the more power that I have through the dark side of the force the closer I will be to become a being that brings with him death and the darkness of the cosmos to anyone or thing that gets in my way.” but for now I will use this power that I am slowly gaining to continue my meditation on the code.
Day four, Naltor feel more confined in his ability to keep his meditate state, he started to focus on the next line of the code Through power I gain victory. Naltor thought the power that I have gain victory but only a miner victory the victory that I have gain is that I have stated to understand the dark side of the sith and that I realize that there are many more battles for me mental and physical, all I can do is us this power that I have gain to as I see fit
Day five, Naltor had gain control of his mind and had master meditations it seem so easy he thought why was this so hard at first I guess I just had to get use to meditating, refocus on the next’s line of the code Through victory, my chains are broken. He thought through victory, my chains are broken . So with ever victory or mastery of what I am learning my dependents on my master will become nothing but a far memories to me but I must not forget so that I don’t repeat my mistakes and be enchained all over again this I will not let happen.
Day six, Naltor clouded feel that he was almost completed his the frist step of his training realizing that he concentrated on the last line of the code The Force shall free me, Naltor thought if the force shall free me the for very thing that I have learn over this week and then so fort on will free me of ever restraint and hinder that I before me, I must also learn want I want and not just what my masters wants my to learn so when I have the time I will start learning combat styles.
Day seven Naltor was done with the code but he know that he need to study the code even more, so with that thought Naltor keep meditating on the code for the rest of the day until he was need or disturber.
With the two acolytes set to performing their tasks, Recrus was able to return to his own experiments. When it came to saber combat, the Dark Lord was more than adequate. In regards of "traditional" force usage, he was a master. However, the applications of sorcery and alchemy were something he had just started delving into.
Recrus's face became an expressionless mask as he poured over the tomes in his chambers. Until the acolytes had proven themselves worthy of the sith, they would be denied access to these scrolls and books. His face twisted into a scowl as he imagined the potential damage that would be done should one of them gain the knowledge within these scrolls.
During the following week, Recrus didn't leave his chambers. He read, studied, practiced, and meditated on what he'd learned. There was no way that somebody could master any of the secrets of sorcery or alchemy within a week, but Recrus was laying a foundation for future study.
At the end of the week, the Dark Lord returned to the chamber where he'd first met Naltor. Today they would test the acolyte's knowledge of the darkside.
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