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Calam lay coiled in an empty training room. All lights off. At least all light visible to humans. A lamp sat in the center of the room, emitting a full range of light in the ultraviolet spectrum. The Si'Yute youth gripped a crimson training saber on full intensity in his cold hand, knuckles turning white from his iron grip. A white wrap covered his face except for his right eye, it's dual pupils outlined by a piercing yellow. His left socket was covered, for the special organ designed to sense electronic impulses that resided there did not require being uncovered to work.
Glaring across the room at the training droid that faced him, Calam planned his attack. First would be a blinding advance, his muscular lower body would propel him at his target at an alarming speed. As he would be low to the ground, his second move would be a horizontal swipe at the droid's legs. He would then attack with a perfectly vertical uppercut, bringing his entire body into it as he erected. His natural position at the end of this move would easily set him up for a downward strike, but the droid would expect that, so he would dive off to his right, attacking the droid's midsection in the process. The droid would not anticipate that action, and Calam would defeat it.
Though it didn't show, the Si'yute smiled, this would be the last time he trained with a droid. His next opponent would be his new master. He did not know who, or what, would teach him. But he was ecstatic to finally have someone to challenge him.
Calam's eye flashed as he sprang into action, his toned body working with a deadly fluidity. Any onlooker would be awed by the lethal grace with which Calam moved. That is, if they could see through the blackness of the room.
The first attack was blocked, as expected. The second attack was dodged, also as expected. The droid lifted its lightsaber to block the downward attack it perceived to be Calam's third strike, only to have its abdomen struck with such power that it was thrown to the ground several feet back as Calam finished his barrage.
He had done it. This was a turning point in the young acolyte's life. He had taken his first step toward true power.
Without bothering to put away his saber, he deactivated it and tossed it next to the downed droid.
"Put that away and shut down." He hissed, disgusted with the trash he had just surpassed.
Calam slithered over to his lamp, turned it off, and coiled up. He would use the rest of the wait meditating in the black. Thinking on the power he would soon command. The path his new master would set him on.
Yet, it felt strange to be ending his solitude so soon. He had always been isolated from the other acolytes. Not that he minded, they were weak fools anyway. Calam had always been able to manipulate them into his bidding. The strange thing was that he had never trained with another sentient. Always he had learned on his own, perhaps with minor guidance from tomes or holocrons. Rarely from higher ranked Dark Jedi. Yet he had never had individualized training from a master.
The Si'yute's mind filled with questions. Who would his master be? Some weak fool who had gained his rank through chaotic luck? or a true Master who would show him the way to the unlimited power of chaos. If the former, Calam made a solemn vow to strike the fool down before he could corrupt his training. Only the best would be allowed to train the embodied Avatar of Chaos. For that was what Calam was convinced he was.
Glaring across the room at the training droid that faced him, Calam planned his attack. First would be a blinding advance, his muscular lower body would propel him at his target at an alarming speed. As he would be low to the ground, his second move would be a horizontal swipe at the droid's legs. He would then attack with a perfectly vertical uppercut, bringing his entire body into it as he erected. His natural position at the end of this move would easily set him up for a downward strike, but the droid would expect that, so he would dive off to his right, attacking the droid's midsection in the process. The droid would not anticipate that action, and Calam would defeat it.
Though it didn't show, the Si'yute smiled, this would be the last time he trained with a droid. His next opponent would be his new master. He did not know who, or what, would teach him. But he was ecstatic to finally have someone to challenge him.
Calam's eye flashed as he sprang into action, his toned body working with a deadly fluidity. Any onlooker would be awed by the lethal grace with which Calam moved. That is, if they could see through the blackness of the room.
The first attack was blocked, as expected. The second attack was dodged, also as expected. The droid lifted its lightsaber to block the downward attack it perceived to be Calam's third strike, only to have its abdomen struck with such power that it was thrown to the ground several feet back as Calam finished his barrage.
He had done it. This was a turning point in the young acolyte's life. He had taken his first step toward true power.
Without bothering to put away his saber, he deactivated it and tossed it next to the downed droid.
"Put that away and shut down." He hissed, disgusted with the trash he had just surpassed.
Calam slithered over to his lamp, turned it off, and coiled up. He would use the rest of the wait meditating in the black. Thinking on the power he would soon command. The path his new master would set him on.
Yet, it felt strange to be ending his solitude so soon. He had always been isolated from the other acolytes. Not that he minded, they were weak fools anyway. Calam had always been able to manipulate them into his bidding. The strange thing was that he had never trained with another sentient. Always he had learned on his own, perhaps with minor guidance from tomes or holocrons. Rarely from higher ranked Dark Jedi. Yet he had never had individualized training from a master.
The Si'yute's mind filled with questions. Who would his master be? Some weak fool who had gained his rank through chaotic luck? or a true Master who would show him the way to the unlimited power of chaos. If the former, Calam made a solemn vow to strike the fool down before he could corrupt his training. Only the best would be allowed to train the embodied Avatar of Chaos. For that was what Calam was convinced he was.
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