[Class Training] The Way of War

[Rom]

Deep within the basements of one of the more dangerous Sith Temples on Korriban, a cloaked and hooded figure sat on top of a small desk in front of a very large Holo-projector. Surrounding the holoprojecteor was a series of four stone slab seats for apprentices to sit on. Hanging on the walls were several racks of various weapons in such variety that it would be envied by all but the most prolific collectors of weaponry in the Galaxy. Swords, staves, blasters, slugthrowers, rifles, grenades, droids, even a bag of echani battle marbles. Resting in front of them were stands containing different types of armor, all of which looked as if they were completely serviceable and ready to be used.

Arrayed on a large stone table behind him was a series of models and figures - to the untrained eye they would look like children's toys, but those who looked carefully enough would sense that they served a very important role and looked as if they were used often. Pushing his hood and cloak off, Darth Vereor, Warmaster of the Sith, stood at the front of the room, carrying all of his personal gear. His inner inky black robes were contained beneath the black scaley protection of a bull krayt dragon's scales in the form of a plain chestplate that looked extremely thick and seemed to have a tiny sliver of metal pressed between two layers of scales. A kama and pair of vambraces that led down into a spiked knuckle metal gauntlet on his left hand and down to his own keratin scaled hand, his wickedly curved claws clicking against each other as he moved small sparks of lightning in between his fingertips.

Across his chest was a black bandolier that went around his entire torso in a a diagonal slant. Magnetically clipped to the front of the bandolier were a few matte black magazines for the slugthrower pistol holstered at his right outer thigh as well as a few small strips of some sort of adhesive based explosive. Along the back was a sheath specifically designed for his double bladed lightsaber, the comforting weight of his preferred weapon resting just within reach and ready to be used. At his belt hung several grenades of various type, a holstered compartment for a datapad as well as what looked like a small leather pouch looped and tied at the belt filled with an unknown quantity of round objects and finally the Sith Lord's back up lightsaber, the hilt crafted using one of the large fangs of the Krayt dragon he had killed to create his armor.

Glancing around the room and waiting for his students to arrive, Darth Vereor went over what he had planned for this round of classes... he had specifically chosen this Temple for the layout and the remaining traps and ancient attack droids. It would make a good arena to test out the mettle of the Sith attempting to work their way further up into the Order and engage in actual "battle games" - with the War coming ever closer, it was important that they be prepared to do whatever was asked of them, regardless of how abnormal or peculiar. That is what he was here to teach.

Warfare, in all forms, was violent, cruel, and a cause of death for sentients everywhere- and Vereor? He thrived in it. Casting out his presence in the Force for all to see and sense, he waited - he would either teach them what they needed to survive, or kill them in the effort.

"Let the games begin."

 

[Strife]

Strife walks down at dark path as he heads towards the basement of the Sith Temple on Korriban. He starts to smile as he notice the door to the training ground was open. A sinster smirk appears over his face as he enters the room. strife starts to look around as it brings memories of his old master and inital training Strife has before he died.

Man this place brings back memories

Strife looks around the room as he is amazed by the statute the stood tall in there. He suddenly looks at the man dress in black standing there. Strife looks at him as he shock to notice the man is loaded with many different weapons and his aura is darker than his on, but suddenly that same overwhelming feeling that he felt long ago came over him again. In his thoughts Strife starts to think that he must be a dark jedi. Strife starts to walk over towards the man as he gets close to him and bows to him.

My name is Strife.

 

[Dmitri]

Geist Weiss had been on Korriban for a couple hours now. He had been assigned to take care of some possible Sith undead in one of the temples. However, the higher ups had dispatched two Acolytes to join him. He had been waiting for them to arrive, though still no sign of them.

As Geist wandered the wastelands, he felt a Sith Lord expand his presence into the area. It peaked his interest.

Feels like Darth Vereon, guessed Geist. I wonder who he's planning.

Geist sat on a durasteel container. He used the Force to create a Doppelganger. He then used the Doppelganger to enter the temple in order to watch Vereon.

 

[Killermcgriddle]

Walking through the corridor that leads to Darth Vereon's quarters, G'Horr felt something in the force. Vereon must be happy. He seems intent on trying to get us killed if we fail. Most excellent. Walking through the room, he immediately spots two people. One of them a person that looks oddly familiar, and the other... Vereon. "I am here, my lord. Willing and able to do what the sire demands of me. That is, until I'm stronger then you. Which is not impossible, yet is not entirely possible itself. On that note, I shall be quiet."
While bowing, he tries not to smile at the event of today's events

 

[Strife]

Strife starts to feel more pressence in the room as he stands up and turns his back so he can face the 2 man who just enter the room
Welcome to Korriban, the name is Strife.

Strife starts to laugh as he place his hand out to shake hands with the two.


May I please ask any of the one of you the a question.

 

[Dmitri]

Geist spotted Strife. He slowed down his pace but continued walking.

"You always have the ability to ask," said Geist. "It's up to the person being asked whether they wish to give an answer or not. By all means, ask."

 

[Strife]

Who is that guy over there because I have never seen him before. Its been a real long time since I have left the is planet, maybe more longer than I thought. The man with the hood over there looks like he must be incredibly strong since I can sense his pressence all over the place.
Strife continues to look the man in the eye he contiunes his conversation with him. At the same time he starts to think that its been almost 8 years since he arrived on Korriban and by the looks of it everything has changed

 

[Rom]

Opening his eyes from his brief meditation as he waited for students to come forward, the Barabel Sith Lord looked around the room at the people who had entered his makeshift war room, his reptilian eyes narrowing into slits as he focused on what initially appeared to simply be a being of pure Force energy before realizing that is was Geist, a rather talented Sith Alchemist. Chuckling in soft hissing laughter as he nodded a greetings at the Marauder, the Sith Lord turned his sanguine eyes to the other students who had entered the room, his yellow irises focusing intently on each individual.

Nodding in greeting to the first student that walked in and introduced himself as Strife, Vereor raised his eyebrow slightly at the audacity of the Acolyte who introduced himself by saying that he'd be loyal up until he was stronger than the Sith Lord. Cracking his tail out like a whip as the Acolyte went to talk away, he wrapped the metal plated blade tipped tail around the Acolyte's leg and pulled him down to the ground and towards him, his tail snapping out again and laying the poison coated blade across the Acolyte's throat "This one will make one thing clear; arrogance disguised az respect will not get you far in this clazz, or thiz war. Power is an admirable goal to strive for, but without the proper training and will, you will never reach my power." Dropping the Force Concealment he nearly always kept active, the Sith Lord allowed his power to fill the room like a stifling smog, the hate and rage being enough to overwhelm anyone with an unshielded mind nearby and allowed his power to press in on the worm on the ground before him. "You have much to learn before you'll even approach a hundredth of my power, Acolyte."

Releasing his hold on the young Sith before him and reigning his display of power back in as if nothing had happened, Vereor let out a low growl of warning before snapping his head up. " Class will begin when your last compatriot arrives... and az he iz the last to arrive, he'll be first for the... demonstration."

 

[Dmitri]

Geist laughed in amusement. "I suggest you learning more about your peers, and soon. You're in the presence of Darth Vereor."

He turned around. However, he continued walking, now walking backwards, thus continuing the same path he had been on before. "Darth Vereor is not just any Sith Lord, he's the Warmaster. I suggest you show some respect." He raised his hands in a mocking shrug. "Not like I can complain. I generally get to experiment on the corpses of acolytes who Darth Vereor kills."

 

[Strife]

Strife looks on at the Sith Lord in amazement. Everything about him was threating from his armor to his eye's. To Strife, Darth Vereor was the true meaning of fear. Strife looks at the tail quickly wrapping around the other guy who enter room and slamming him to the ground.

Damn he fast.

Strife know that if he wants to get on this man good side he must act as ruthless as him.

So what will you teach us today Lord Vereor.

 

[Killermcgriddle]

"Yes master, I understand fully." Looking around the room, looking at the others, he see's only him and two others. One isn't here yet. "Where is the other? There is to be one more if I am correct, no?" Standing up, he fixes his robes, and brushes off some dirt.

 

[Kant]

John walked swiftly down the hall toward the room in which the class was to be held. His long even strides were rushed and he tapped his hand nervously and impatiently on his leg as he walked. He was late. He had not been late since college and the professor there had threatened to fail him. Since then he had made sure to be on time to everything until today that is. He sped up his walk until he was almost running in his rush to make it to the class. Finally he saw the door to the room in front of him. He walked into the class as quickly and quietly as possible.

John Kant walked embarrassed into the back of the class room. He gave a bow to Lord Vereor then spoke. "Sorry I am late I was training saber combat and the class went on longer then I thought it would. My name is John Kant I am an enthusiastic student of warfare. It is a great pleasure to meet someone so powerful as yourself Lord Vereor." He looked around at the other Sith waiting to be trained and gave a friendly smile and a bow. He hoped that he had managed to get away with being late or at least not get in too much trouble, but he suspected that he had not been able to do so. "Did I miss anything? I do hope you will accept my sincerest of apologies for the lateness of my arrival." With that last apology he stopped speaking and waited for the response from the master and his fellow acolytes.

 

[Strife]

Strife starts to smile as the second man walks into the room. He smirks at him as starts slowly towards him. Strife's face look as if he was angry at somerhing but actually he was ok."Its ok that you were late because nothing hasn't happened yet." Strife says as he turns around and points at the other apprentice in here. " It's best to watch you say or you might get ruthed up a little." Strife raise his hand to shake hands with the person who just entered. "My name is Strife."

Strife starts to look directly into the person eyes. Strife's face than changes from his darker look to a more calmer to but still he kept that smirk."What's your name."

 

[Kant]

John looked up surprised at the acolyte that had approached him. He had never met such a friendly or such a confident acolyte. He looked him over quickly he was tall with orange eyes and dark hair he moved confidently as if he could not do anything wrong. When he had finished his analysis of Strife he extended his hand to the acolyte with a warm smile "My name is John Kant. It is a pleasure to make the acquaintance of a friendly fellow acolyte." He still was not sure what Strife meant by saying " It's best to watch you say or you might get ruthed up a little." but he gathered by his tone that it was not safe to mention it. He looked around at the other two acolytes and then the room. One of the acolytes appeared to have been recently roughed up a little. The other was not an acolyte at all upon closer inspection he was a marauder whom John recognized from previous dealings. He was a short marauder but still very powerful and not to be underestimated. The room was dingy, lit up only by two large industrial lights in the center of the room, both of which flickered very badly. The room contained lots of practice equipment and the walls were not anything special. They were dark stone like almost any Sith temple. When he had finished looking around he turned back to the Sith Lord and Waited for the lesson.

 

[Rom]

Narrowing his red eyes until only the yellow irises were truly visible, Vereor snarled sarcastically "Oh no, there iz no problem with you being late Acolyte Kant. After all, it'z not like this one waz holding a class that iz quite literally the deciding factor between life and death in the coming war. Never mind that the skillz you would learn in this class are necessary for you to be of use in our war against the Jedi and the Alliance. Please, if there iz any way this one can delay the training that you all need to live, let this one know as soon as possible!"

Whirling around and walking towards the center holo-table, Vereor keyed in the command to dim all of the lights and hissed out into the darkness, "Take your seatz." As the room was plunged into utter darkness, the sound of typing could be heard as a map of the galaxy showing the clear blockade and territory lines between Alliance and Imperial space. "Make no mistake, Acolytez and Marauderz. War iz upon us. Conquest, and glory, but most importantly, the destruction of the Jedi. We have a mighty Empire at our backz, the hammer that will smote the Alliance and the Jedi onto our anvil, but that Empire is worth nothing if we do not have the discipline or the knowledge to lead the way and claim victory."

As he lectured, the Barabel prowled silently around the room, clicking a small remote to cause possible fleet movements throughout Sith and Alliance territory, a roadmap of possible engagements. Keeping his prescense minimized in the Force, Vereor slid into place behind the room and hissed in a soft voice that carried through the room as if it had been bellowed, "What, in your view, iz the most effective tool a soldier has in war?"

 

[Strife]

Strife sits down in chair as the room starts to turn dark. Typing noises begin to be heard. Strife starts to look foward while Darth Vereor's lecture begins. Strife sits there listening to every word Vereor speaks. In the back of his head, Strife memorize all the words spoken. Strife looks around the dark room as he can see nothing. This the first time in a while Strife found himself be taught.

He smiles as the images of fleets begins show up in front of him. He sits there analyzing the chart. As he studies the chart, Strife hears Vereor,s voice all over asking the question. Strife sits there wondering what is the most effective weapon a soldier has. Many thoughts runs through his head because there are many things that is useful to a soldier. Affer a while of thinking Strife prepares to answer the question.

"The soldier most useful tool in war is the soldier itself. The reason is that the soldier can fight on any situation. Without the soldier battle can't be won." Strife stops talking as he waits for a repile. "The soldier is the tool."

 

[Kant]

Kant sat down in a seat that was near him and prepared for the class. He focused his attention on the teacher. He was just settled when the teacher asked "What, in your view, iz the most effective tool a soldier has in war?" He heard one of the other acolytes answer that it was the soldier himself. He believed this answer to be wrong and decided to enter into the conversation. "I don't know about you but I don't tend to think of myself as a tool that I posses." A soldiers most powerful tool is his brain. In his brain is all the information he needs to succeed; it also contains the power to adapt and overcome if need be. The brain in short contains all the information the soldier has as well as all of his problem solving abilities, all of his mechanisms for reacting, all of his senses, nearly everything in the human body is linked to and controlled by the brain. That is why I believe it to be the soldier's or anyone's most useful tool and most powerful weapon.

 

[Killermcgriddle]

Looking at the ceiling G'Horr starts thinking silently to himself, he looks into the Force for the answer, while listening to the discussion going on next to him. The soldier himself is a useful tool, but not the most useful. And, the brain? Thats also pretty useful, but just cause you have a brain, does that make it the most useful to have? Everyone has a brain, though its only useful to ones that can use it skillfully. Coming back out of deep thought, he looks at the other students next to him. "If I may enter into this conversation, I'd like to say I agree with Kant... to an extent. Although the mind is a powerful thing and very very useful, its not the mind but how you use the mind. The skill that the mind holds. Almost anyone has a mind, so just cause someone has a mind doesn't mean that it can be useful. That is my answer." Leaning back a little once more, he goes over what they have said and what he just said, still thinking.

 

[Rom]

Smirking, the black scaled barabel nodded at G'Horr and without a word released a small electric shock into the other two Acolyte's backs, the tiny spark of electricity landing dead center inbetween their shoulder blades and caused their muscles to spasm briefly. "You would have the right of it, Acolyte. It doesn't matter if you're the best soldier in the military or the smartest tactical thinker in the galaxy - without the trained mind to allow you to think on your feet in battle, to be more clever and quick than your opponent, and the discipline that comez from the well trained mind, you will not live long on the field of battle." Moving to the front of the room, Vereor tapped in a few keys and gestured at the holo-projector as a field came up, the left side showing a facility covered in about two dozen small red circles, and the other side showing three X's spaced out in orange, red, and yellow. "You are the x's, your target is an Alliance holo-transference center that contains valuable data on the Alliance'z 4th Fleet movements. Five minutes after the alarm is sounded the databanks will initiate a file dump that will make the intelligence scrambled and useless. You are armed with your lightsaber, a datapad each, and several explosive chargez as well az a blaster pistol. How would you proceed?"

Closer examination of the holoprojectors 3D map shows that the facility is nestled against a series of cliffs with very steep faces. One hundred meters in front of it is entirely deforested area in a crescent, giving the gunners on the towers a clear forward firing arc. There is a two hundred meter area between your current location and the facility that is heavily forested.

 

[Strife]

"Goddamit" Strife says as he feels the surge of electricity goes right to his shoulder blades. Strife pants a little as he tries to think on the next question. Strife smiles as he says" For me I would scout the area until I find a partol unit walking around. Use the force to control one of them to act like he got to pee. Right after that sneak up behind the guard snap the neck and take the uniform. Head back to the base and set charges on the cliff. Head to the databank and use the datapad to get rhe data. After that I would use another charge to set one to go off in the databank. Right after I get out the base I let them rip." Strife begins to imitate explosion noise. " Than walk away as the explosion going off because coo. guys dont look at explosion."