Klidengis Training

[Iorthunger]

A hooded figure stands in the middle of the training room awaiting for his soon to be master Darth Aper, to bein his journy twards the the darker path. He has been waiting quite a while so he became bored and began twirling his two lightsabers around and around, imagining he is slaying the jedis who stand in his way. Waba is already very good at using his lightsabers, all he really needs to learn is the darkside of the force. All he knows about the force is, there is a lightside and a darkside. The light Force users try to bring peace and balance, while the darkside Force users destroy peace and bring pain and destruction apon. Waba could care less about peace and balance, he is all about hate and destruction.

Twenty minutes went by, his master still has not arrived. Waba becomes very angery and very impationt. He feels like torchering someone, someone should suffer because he is not happy. That is just the way things should be, atleast in wabas mind. Waba begins to swing his lightsaber in anger, his face turns red and veins begin to pop from his face. The darkside is flowing through him like a tornado, he doesen't even know it yet. Soon he will discover his amazing power, and poribolly become one of the most powerfull siths in history. He can not waite to get his hands on a jedi and torcher him for hours. Sick, and dark thoughts flow through Wabas mind. A smirk appears on the Jawas face.

 

[Fredrick]

‘‘Patience is a virtue… Even for a Sith.” Echoed a voice, as if mocking in a somewhat twisted demeanor the future apprentice’s thoughts. The low chuckle was muted by the lightsaber’s violent cries as they hissed through the space, while every word, as sharp as razors, cut their path from the Assassin’s hiding place to the Jawa’s receptive ears.

‘‘Not only would you be able to keep your violent impulsions from blinding your senses, but you would have noticed my presence as soon as your sweat ran cold in the midst of your exercises and that you shivered for an instant, even though consciously unaware of my existence…” He needed not to add an instant long enough for me to take your life to let it know that he was already regarding the alien’s skills with low regards…

Although quite hidden from the Jawa’s eyes, the Sith hoped that the little one had enough brains about him to find the shadowy ledge onto which he was perched.

 

[Iorthunger]

Waba disignites his two red lightsabers, he assumes his master is speaking to him through the force. At first Waba shivered, untill he realized it was his master. He turned to where he beleived his master hid himself, and bowed.

''Yes master, forgive me for my lack of patience. I am eager to begin my journey down the dark path.''

 

[Fredrick]

The Assassin allowed himself to sigh a chuckle as he saw quite clearly that the Jawa faced him with his back while bowing to the shadows, while omnipresent within the room, the Alien’s instincts had not been wrong in guessing that he would hide in the darker corners… Although mistake was something he, and the Sith would not tolerate.

“Is that so?” He spoke quite aloud this time, before landing with a light tap upon the earth behind the Apprentice as his boot connected to the ground, before ceremoniously raising up to his full height, revealing his slender, although defined figure within the dim torch-light that gave the Sith’s form a crimson hue that meld eerily with his shadowed appearance, as he seemed more like a sinister being whose clothes were drenched in the blood of his past victims rather than a Sith Lord, who usually left their presence known physically and literally yelled their existence throughout the Force… Although not for this one, he remained humbly dressed in clothes that fitted his stature perfectly, with a hood and mask of cloth that remained his identity hidden while he remained completely and utterly invisible through the Force… if not for this unnatural chill that seemed to follow his every gestures.

…and silence.

The Assassin did a simple, nearly invisible gesture as if to dismiss the silence, relieving the atmosphere of its heaviness until he finally spoke.

“Tell me then; what is this Dark Path you speak of, would you rather not have a clear idea of what the future lays ahead of you, or then again, have you no idea of why you are here?”

Although the air could once again be breathed… His tone did nothing to dismiss the unbearable tenseness.

 

[Iorthunger]

When his master spoke again, Waba realized he was facing the wrong direction and turns where he heard the voice.

''I wish to learn the darkside of the Force, and destroy the jedi. I want to serve the sith as well as I possibly can, That is why I am here.''

Wabas voice was very convincing, and truthfull. His master can surely sense how hungry he is to learn, and serve the grand order of the sith.

 

[Fredrick]

The Sith merely crossed his arm as a response to the Jawa’s answer, partly because his mind had yet to adapt to the Alien’s curiously fluent accent in basic, and because he remained quite truthfully, and much to his disappointment, unsatisfied with the Apprentice’s reply, no matter what verity were placed behind his words.

“Perhaps I have asked you wrong for I need not to hear your reason for being here; every one say the same thing, over and over again… Quite frankly, I am tired of it, because many already know well how to use lies and deceit to go around their ways in this place, thus I will ask you; What brought you here, and why do you wish to follow this path?”

 

[Iorthunger]

Waba nodds after every word his master speaks, pondering, taking a moment before replying.

''I want to follow this dark path to make a difference, learn about the force. I just felt the sith was the right group for me. I am hatefull, angery, and I hate the jedi. I want to follow the dark path, become powerfull, and cause as much destruction twards the jedi as possible.''

 

[Fredrick]

“Oh yes, the path of destruction, impulsive anger and hate is the clearest way to become a Sith; to use those passions against the blind faith of the Jedi order and transcend your Masters, for only the strong may govern the weak…” He spat back with no effort to hide his sarcastic mockery towards the Jawa’s blatant statement. “Has it ever occurred to you, that destroying what our order has strived to fight for so many millennia will only bring us to our doom, for what will we turn too once we are done with them? The Mandalorian, a simple dying breed of mercenaries, guns for hire… Whatever petty rebellion past followers of the Republic may muster? Please… This Republic has fallen apart ever since Exar-Kun; before Revan, Malak and the Great Territorial War.” He pointed out analytically; as if the matter had been addressed countless times, without hiding a brink of his humorless deductions, disdain echoing in every words.

“If all you strive to accomplish here is the annihilation of our single, greatest enemy, and in that, the annihilation of our very reason to exist, then I shall teach you no further than this; In all the world of the Sith, there is no more important word than station. It is the calling of our religion, the incessant pulling of hungering heartstrings. Ambition overrides good sense and compassion is thrown away in its face, all in the name of the Emperor or our perverse teachings of the Dark Side. Ascension to power is a simple process of assassination, the strong must govern the weak, as says our code, and the Sith do not look with ill favor upon ambitious individuals wielding poisoned daggers.

Station is the way of the Sith, and the paradox of our world, it is gained through treachery and invited treachery against those who gained it. The most powerful on Korriban spend their days watching over their shoulders, defending against the daggers that would find their backs…”

He remained quiet for a moment, a grin clearly being seen from under the cloth mask he wore as he spoke the final words of his speech before returning to the shadows.

“Their death usually came from the front.”

 

[Iorthunger]

ooc: Summon Four Gods is training my character now. I'm just more active than you, so i wanted an active master..

 

[Iorthunger]

ooc: Oh lol, I didin't even read your last post :)