Forgeing in Darkness.

[Nemuko]

With every passing day the numbers within the temple of Acolytes seemed to rise, only to fall almost in the blink of a eyes. The death of a fellow Acolyte seemed to be a daily thing with each taking any, and every chance they could get to eliminate another student in the hopes of lowering the competition in there path of growing, as well as gaining status, and notice of there sith master. For many of the acolytes this under ground temple would be there final resting place, but such was the way, and every acolyte that took there first step though the doors of the temple, and into the Sith society knew the law.

Be stronger, and wiser then the rest, or die.

Talim who had only come to this temple not stranded week ago had already caught hold of the ways. Truly to him there seemed to be no difference in this way of life then on his home of Taris. Lies, deceit, and death ruled from the shadows while your potential executioner only gave away his motives in his eyes. Trust was something that seemed to be none existence here, as it was in the Sith Society, but for the time Talim seemed to be doing just fine. Many in the order of Acolytes where easy to read as this was a temple for Sith warriors. Brutal, and experts of combat, and this though unrefined at the time trait held true to many he had encountered, but to dis pact him more would be needed as not all targets can be taken down with a swing of a blade, and not all enemies broken by brute force.

Sitting alone in the darkness of the caverns outside of the gate of the Temple, the only light illuminating the paths being the torches of blue flames that lined the massive walk way to the gates of the temple as well as the passage ways in, and out of the under ground cavern. He was dressed as normal for a sith acolyte his body shrouded by a black cloak that was almost five inches to long for him and drug on the ground a little. His hood over his head covering his face, and the rest of him dressed in black from his body, to his legs and feet. He waited as today was the day for him to meet his master as it seemed one of the warriors wished to train him.

 

[Scultr]

As Saryn walked briskly through the corridors of his temple home, he passed by many students darting about, all refusing to meet his gaze and all muttering a small salutation of respect. This pleased the Zabrak Warrior and as he reached his newest student he found he was in a good mood. That didn't mean he would go easy on this whelp, though, in fact, quite the opposite. He stood in front of his new apprentice, sitting static, swimming in his robes. "Tell me," The Sith said loudly, glaring at the apprentice, "Are your legs broken? Do you suffer from some sort of physical defect? On your feet, whelp. And follow me." Without looking to see if the apprentice would actually follow, he turned on one black-booted heel and strode briskly towards the temple proper. He had a better location in mind for his new student's training.

 

[Nemuko]

-The words of his master reached Talim's eyes, and just as he as about to raise his head to look at this master he had already turned away, and called for him to follow. Sighing slightly Talim rose to his feet and stretched a little before he began to follow after this master remaining a good ten feet behind him. Talim's arms crossed over his chest as he followed behind his eyes looking around at the surrounding as they walked. He was a little curious as to where exactly he was being lead as he know little about this temple, and even less about the undergrounds hidden areas, but then again they was a certain excitement about now knowing where he was being lead, and chose to remain quite as the followed his new master.-

 

[Scultr]

Never slowing his gait, Saryn felt the Force signature of the his new Acolyte apprentice following him. He smiled to himself as he lead the apprentice down deeper and deeper into the bowels of the academy. The temperature steadily rose as they descended forever downwards.

After an hour or so of walking almost constantly down the two reached what had become his favorite room in the academy. The room was completely dark, except for the faint red glow coming from the a forge that had been constructed in the far corner of the room, heated by the magma core that was a few dozen scant meters beyond the stone wall. Weapons of all sorts were heaped upon the gargantuan tables that lined the walls. Standing near one wall, several practice droids waited motionless in a prefect row.

Saryn, calling upon the Force, lit a dozen torched ensconced in the wall to raise the level of light a little, but not much. He turned to his apprentice and telekinetically threw a practice saber to him. "Now then, are you ready to begin?" Again, without waiting for an answer, he activated the nearest droid. The droid started toward the Acolyte, swinging horizontally at his midsection with the practice saber welded to the droid's hands. The droid's attack was a simple one, meant to test the Acolyte rather than hurt him.

 

[Nemuko]

-Downwards he walked with his master deeper into the depth of the planet till they finally reached there destination. Stand, and watching as his master light the room the weapons along the wall, as well as the deactivated droids caught his eyes. His eyes looked around the room observing the size of the room, as well as the wall. His eyes just looked to his master in time for him to see the saber thrown at him, and hold out his hand he caught it just before his master activated the droid and sent it to attack him.-

-The attack of the droid aim to cut him in half, but with quick movements he moved back only a foot out of the range of the attack, and waited. Blocking would have worked, but he preferred quick movements, so blocking, and being locked in a clash of blades was not his preferred way. Holding his saber in his right hand he held it low not raise it to the defense at first as he slowly began to circle around the droid. His eyes looking for a point of attack.-

-Moving the the right side of the droid he blade held horizontally in a defensive position before he swung downwards in a attempt to strike at the droid blade arm shoulder.-

 

[Scultr]

The droid's processing was audible even over the hum of the practice sabers at this unanticipated move. It moved into a defensive stance after recovering from the intended slash caught nothing but air. The droid was able to catch the Acolyte's saber blow with it's own, but not by much. The sabers locked for a moment, then the droid pulled away, spinning its' torso away from it's opponent, coming all the way around to strike at Talim's open left side. The droid had performed this maneuver without lifting it's feet from the ground, a feat that would be impossible for almost all organics. Beyond the fracas, Saryn's laughter could be heard. "Good," The Warrior thought to himself, "The boy needs to become used to the unexpected."

 

[Nemuko]

-The clashing of there blades forced Talim into a position he disliked being in. Unable to move away in the way he had hope he was now forced into a stationary position as there blades locked with one another. What was to come next indeed did caught him by surprise as he had never seen a movement like this, but from a droid it should have been expected. The droid upper body spinning in nearly three-hundred and sixty dagress it moved to attack him where he had left himself open.-

-There blades had released from the clash not moments before it preformed this unorthodox movement allowed Talim to react in his own manner. Spinning the practice saber in his hand, to turn it around into a under hands graps allowing the blade point to face behind him he quickly went into action. His body lowered to the ground as he allowed his arms to extend like wings. The top of his head just inches below the Droids blade as it spun he began to spin himself. IN a single movement he ducked under the blade, and while his body low to the ground he followed though spinning to the right and dragging the blade though the air as it aimed at the droid knee joints in a motion to take the droid legs out from under him as well as placing distance between them once again.

 

[Scultr]

The droid continued his rotation, letting go of the right hand with its' left. it fell backwards, arching back and planting its' free hand on the ground. The droid's legs left the ground until it was in a one-handed handstand, it's body totally straight. The Acolyte's saber, however, nicked a line in the droid's supporting arm that just happened to contain the hydraulic fluid necessary to keep the arm working. The droid collapsed in a heap on the ground, but recovered quickly to a standing position.

The left arm hung limp at the droid's side, it's strength had been effectively cut in half. Nonetheless, it had been programmed to fight on, and with a relentlessness only a droid could posses, it lifted its' saber-hand over its' head and swung diagonally at the Acolyte's torso, seeking to cut from his left shoulder to his right hip.

 

[Nemuko]

-his body twisted once more as he finished his previous attack, and as he spun his practice saber back into normal position his eyes caught hold of the droid collapsing to the ground. It was what he had intended in a way, but the movement the droid had preformed to save its legs at the expense of its left arm was one he had not witnessed before. It was not long before the droid once again rose to its feet, and continued its attack. Talim gripped his saber with both hands as he prepared for the fight to go on.-

-A diagonal slash was its next movement, and with that Talim saw a chance to potentially end the battle. With nimble feet he dashed forward as the droids blade came down so that they where only inches from touching one another; quickly moving his left arm up he held it up horizontally as to catch the arm of the droid with his arm, and in a attempts to effectively stop the slash before it came down. With this movement done he quickly thrust his saber forwards aiming to stab into the droid's waste before he would drag it across its body to sever it in half.-