Militarize the Murderizers

[Mr. Teatime]

The Sith General currently known as Arcturus was sitting on a large expanse of dirt and rock. Slightly hilly with scarce plants. He had been contemplating a name change. He had not chosen his current alias. His Father had. And he had killed Father long ago. Why keep his titles?

But that was a matter for another time.

He had invited two Acolytes for training. Well, it was less of an invite, and more of an order. Both were fairly young, and Arcturus intended to turn them into fearsome combatants. Not sissy sith training for these guys. It was military time.

(OOC: Short post is short. xD)

 

[MightyPants]

Threrum ran through the Temple. He didn't wanted to be late to his first meeting with his master, but his personality made him to be late for almost anything without taking knowledge of that. However he was at time, at least for those moment. Dressed with the typical sith black robe and with his mask, as typical, he opened his way to where the master said.

"Here I am" He slowly said, but he was not able to discover who was the master. In fact he didn't knew if anyone was on the place, but he was not going to search. He was too lazy and he didn't took care of that.

 

[YOLT]

Ashra walked up to the spot she was told to meet her new master at. She was saddened slightly at the news of Darth Exilis' death but she moved on. The past was the past she was going to focus on the present and the future. From what she had gathered the new master was different and of course his training would be different. She hadn't had time to learn more before she had had to leave to come here. She approached the man sitting and stood a foot or so away. She bowed respectfully but said nothing not wishing to disturb the man.

 

[Mr. Teatime]

Arcturus stood up from the stone upon which he had been sitting, rising to his full 6'4" height. His hair was tied back into a low bun for neatness, and the usual silk wraps covered his eyes. He looked them over for a couple seconds, and then spoke. "Snap to! I run things military. You will refer to me as 'General' or 'Sir'. State names and ranks." His voice was cool, but biting, like a winter breeze. Stern, but not mean or overly loud. A voice of command. He was going to turn these acolytes, who although tougher than your average Padawan, were much softer in his eyes than a Sith trained in the soldier's arts. The first test; To see how quick they adapted to his orders.

 

[Zach]

Kel Magna leaned against the stone wall as he watched Arcturus begin his training with the younger Sith warriors. He aimed to turn them into soldiers, as men of discipline and dutiful individuals to a military orgnaization. It was an admirable attempt, and an effort with good intentions with promising results, but it was always difficult to shape those with the Force into hardened war veterans. They would have their share of blood, but there was a large difference between a Sith and a soldier. Kel had learned that when he'd signed his life away to serve the Sith Lord, Darth Vendis. He was still the ever-obedient servant to the High Arcanist, no different than a soldier to follow orders, but without the glory and brotherhood of a combined force of warriors. No, servitude was far from the lifestyle of the Stormtrooper Corps. It was for that reason that Kel sought out his 'cousin' acolyte, as an elite stormtrooper legion that specializes with Force sensitive commanders was quite possibly the exact thing he was looking for.

Kel and Arcturus were 'cousins' due to their lineage of training. The Nautolan, taught by the Chiss Sith Lord, Hazac, and Arcturus instructed by the master telepath, Oonoo the Celegian. The two Dark Siders were close allies, and thus each of their apprentices associated with one another. They were each promising students, but even so, Arcturus was named Oonoo's successor - just as Hazac had once been named Oonoo's successor. Kel however, still remained the Chiss's student and apprentice, but never more than anything as a temporary tool. No, Hazac had focused his ambitions on Forlorn, Kel's 'sister' acolyte who seemed to have more potential in the High Arcanist's eyes than Kel did. Nevertheless, it did not prevent the soldier from carrying out his duty to the Sith, or the might of the Imperium.

"You prepare for war, Arcturus?," the Nautolan asked darkly, though his demeanor was polite and casually. He held an ominous expression and tone in his voice, as though he were sunken in darkness, but it was something the soldier had grown accustomed to after his time at war. Most often, he found himself with a natural grimace and stern frown over his face, as though it had settled in naturally. "It seems you've gathered quite the team for an elite Stormtrooper Corps unit. How many other Force sensitives have you enlisted?" he asked curiously, his tone becoming slightly less dark. For a short moment, it was almost as though Kel had smiled at his cousin when he'd taken an interest in his activities. Kel had a feeling the two of them would be serving together a lot in the future.

 

[Kazuya]

A sigh passed through the lips of the red-brown Elomin as he landed his fighter in the hanger bay Korriban… again. Dull, repetitive… boring... A place of learning that he frequented much too often in his opinion, though in the beginning he had been eager for the opportunity. He hopped out of his cockpit and his feet lightly tapped on the ground, barely making a sound as he moved out of the hangar and into the great stone halls. The academy was ever the same halls with the busy bustle of students running around to greet masters, and others for training. The others tended to give him a wide birth now, and he was grateful for that. He didn’t desire getting bumped into by fresh recruits like he had been many times before. He wouldn’t be lenient to them, he never had been lenient. He was still as tough on every one he met as he had ever been. Critical about any sith until they had proved themselves.

Today, he wasn’t a student, nor really a teacher. Instead, this was more of a social visit… somewhat. He had heard that his fellow sith that was training two new apprentices and he thought that it might be an interesting time to watch and see what Arc had planned for them. So, he walked out of the Academy to the area that he heard Arcturus would be teaching the fresh meat.

“Hello, Arcturus. I hope you don’t mind me… stopping by?” Melhi drawled, stifling a yawn, tired from traveling in his fighter as he closed the distance between the five of them. The small walk from the hanger to the expanse Arcturus had chosen had not been enough to wake him up. His gaze turned from Arcturus, to Kel, to the two fresh acolytes who were standing before the anzat man studying them. He was another military like figure, arms folded behind his back like usual, stare cold. "I've been hearing about your efforts."

 

[The Shiznit]

Rhat walked through the almost desert like expanse of dirt towards the small group of Sith that had been slowly growing with each passing moment. They all must have been summoned by Arcturus to this place just as he had been. Rhat came to receive training from the highly respected crusader hoping to become the star pupil, and be known as his apprentice rather than just an acolyte that had been in one of his classes. The crusader had made quite a name for himself before achieving his rank. Arcturus had received training from the master that Rhat was now taking classes in, he was a battled hardened veteran winning in well known battles like Tanaab, and he had even participated in the coveted Acolyte Tournament that only the strongest acolytes were invited to take part in.

Steeping into the crowd of people Rhat was dressed in his black robes, and strapped to teeth with various weapons and bombs. He had a single bladed lightsaber on each of his hips, two grenades on the front of his belt, and a hidden blaster pistol holstered on his right leg. You can never be too prepared, but you could always be unprepared. That was his motto and his reasoning for coming with all those various weapons.

Noticing two other veteran Sith in the group Rhat began to believe the training would be much more intense than he originally thought. "Hello there. My name is Rhat Bol." Short, and simple Rhat introduced himself without stating his reason for coming. He believed the Sith Crusader would be able to tell that he was here to receive training.

 

[Mr. Teatime]

OOC: Since Ari and Wookie are adamant in not posting, I'm ignoring them and posting anyway, since it's been like a week+ and I want to move this along.

Arcturus put his hands behind his back, folded. Welcome. If you're here for training, join the line. He said, referring to Rhat Bol and Kel. To Melhi he gave a small nod. I have been placed in command of a Stormtrooper Legion. I need Sith who aren't blasted useless in a warzone, like most of them are. Not many Sith are Soldiers as well. I plan to fix that. Now... And he stared down at the line. Left to right, sound off! He expected name and rank from anyone in the line. This should be Kel, Rhat Bol, Therum, and Ashra.

Besides this little exercise , he was walking beginning to train Zerg Battalion in melee and counter-jedi tactics. He intended to make sure that, through training and various techniques, these mere acolytes could take on a Jedi. The next tournament wouldn't have any sissies in it, no sir.

 

[Icaro]

Great things turn this sphere;
Machinations devious, with white-spotted ilk fringing;
Be this that crux to wake a sleeping worm,
A craftsman unwanted, to return again to affairs plain?
Battered bosom, live the world short, and at endeavor's end
Give up that ghost.

Pomp and celebration could have followed that retinue, residing there 'neath the overhang opposite the meeting place. Swathed in white and fur, the man-child watched as the day lazed long, his attendants stark and still all 'round, they as well in like fashion found. He considered, in partial thought, what could have pushed him from the redactive sleep, the coalescing of resources and the reassembling of so fractured a thing as he considered himself, but turned the thought away to some lesser mind's attention. It was, in part, that scrying eye, he knew; purposeful watch underneath the skin-film, grown over the organ as a wound, ever-present. Indeed, it was the portentous organ, revealing not only the course of events, the veritable substance glossed by matter, but the apex of concernings and dealings; that moment, red-hot, which, with one-strike, all fortune would, bountiful be, issue.

It was that moment, presented by fickle and swayed fate as a dealing with the Sith-man, that drew the man-child out, to slink down 'mongst his betters, fettered and bound to immortal prison in mortal coil's shape. And there he lay, 'mongst the caravan, which but for hex and vexing craft, removed itself from earthly watchers. Passive he was, the world a gyre according to its whim and nature, traipsing by the oblivious constitution of his party, untouched by the earthly pace of things.

"What are you up to, Sith-man... ?" Lautrec mused. He watched with mild interest, as an outer film of aetheric debris spreading out from the man-child's person, sifting down through the air to understand that dwelling place, that desert, better -- a sub-spiritual relay network, engrossing itself into the physical realm, a brief, easy charm of sorts, if one were so called as to think it such. Every word, like that light, like that presence, the worked net would catch, and conceal from prying eyes n' ears.

The godeye reeled. Something was coming. It saw, and he as well felt, the unnatural apparitions which sought to anchor themselves to the rocks. "Vermin." He moved not an inch; he saw their code, their aetheric worthlessness. Nothing but pitiful scraps of animated fons. He sought to unwind them. That film exuded previously crept upwards, up that rock, beneath the waking world, and working its strange, unnatural presence in some underbelly 'twixt thaum and atom. He would net the birds, unseen though they were and he his vices likewise, and would shred them, devouring without a flinch his corpse. He had spent many a year, many an agonizing moment, preparing hex and decantation for the disassembling of the untouchable things -- the birds, unless finely made, would find themselves dissolved, and consumed. Any remnants or hopes of parasitic infection would be rendered null, unworking the tight bonds of every last effort put into their make. They would be a silent meal. This task, he accomplished with attention full on the bright boys. Bright, he decided, in that, they were macabre things, threaded neatly with works and will such that his composition held, seemingly, no two parts alike. The man-child could see their thaumic weight, sensible making, and some divinity, perhaps, there as well. The birds, once done, would serve appetizer -- the boys, perhaps a meal, perhaps a trophy. Parts seemed delectable, others, palatable, and yet others, worth less or perhaps more than a showman piece.

He coiled in his furs, left arm busying itself with the remnants of his right. "Such out and out measures. These strange tidings, and these works, don't become you, Sith-man, nor the company you keep. What would bring you to commit this? I'm apt to wonder what's transpired in my sleep." Lautrec cooed, stepping forth, making himself known.

 

[Zach]

(Sorry, I forgot to subscribe to the thread >_<)

Kel smiled at Arcturus, shifting his weight from leaning against the wall to standing up straight, his black cloak draped across his shoulders and back. Instantly, the Nautolan raised his right arm crisply, saluting the Sith acolyte respectfully. Although they were technically the same rank, it would not be so for long. Arcturus was well known throughout the Sith Order as a powerful individual, one well beyond his time as a lowly acolyte. He'd served as the apprentice to Oonoo the Celegian, a powerful telepath Sith Master. Arc, as he was called for short, had been named the Celegian's successor, and true apprentice to carry on his legacy. Kel had hoped for a similar position under his master, Darth Vendis. He was the High Arcanist of the Order, holding a seat upon the Dark Council. His name was Hazac, a Chiss who'd spent his youth training under Oonoo as well. In a way, Kel and Arcturus were cousins through their training history.

"If you are in need of soldiers, you need not look further. Before becoming a Sith, I was a Commando of the Stormtrooper Corps. I am also apprenticed to the High Arcanist, Darth Vendis," Kel replied simply, inclining his head respectfully. In truth, it was Kel's hope that he could join the 7th Stormtrooper Legion alongside Arcturus and Melhi, both acolytes he'd observed under the teaching of Oonoo. Melhi had even dated back to the time of Darth Umbra, the former and deceased Keeper of Veritas. Both of their students were experienced and talented. The nautolan only hoped they would see Kel as the same, and work alongside him in battle. It always helped to have comrades that knew what they were doing, and Kel vividly recalled their performances during the Purgatory tournament. "Would you be inclined to introduce us, cousin?" Kel asked charismatically and jokingly. He glanced to Melhi and outstretched a hand in friendship, offering more of an alliance of sorts to the group of three. "Kel Magna - Arcturus's master taught my master. I've heard of your training under the Sith Lord Umbra. I'm sure your experience far exceeds my own under Vendis," the soldier added self-mockingly. Kel heavily disdained his apprenticeship to the High Arcanist.

Kel then turned to the rest of the training chamber, contemplating how to best train his military skills. "How would the lot of you take to the idea of a combat simulation? Perhaps, the battle of Hoth from the Rebellion Era? We would be the Imperials, obviously. A simple run-in with the hideout and forcing down the shield generator would be easy enough," Kel suggested, shrugging slightly. "Then again, for a challenge, we could be the rebels," he added deviously.

 

[Kazuya]

The new arrivals got the same intense look that the others had gotten from Melhi. The critical one he gave all others until he found some use of them. Something was different about the one in fur and his eyes narrowed. What sort of person would wear furs in the harsh environment of Korriban? Melhi raised a brow and turned to Kel.

“Pleasure,Kel.” Melhi took Kel’s outstretched hand and shook it. “You sure have heard quite a lot about me.” Melhi chuckled at this and thought back through the many records he had pilfered through trying to think of what he had learned about Kel. “I am Melhi Ty’rin Corrsagh. I am apprenticed to the Shadow Hand, Darth Silentius, though… it appears that I need very little introduction to you it, and I suppose my experience does surpass yours, but you yourself have a lot of experience Kel. I would not put yourself down. Your master is very talented, though I have not had the pleasure to meet him as of yet.”

With that, Melhi turned to look at the others again, nodding at the idea that Kel put forth. “A simple combat simulation might be best for something such as this. However… I think it might be more interesting if we were to split into teams to see what… abilities these acolytes have. One group the rebels and one group imperials. Perhaps the more experienced against the less experienced to gain…knowledge of how useful this lot is. Not that I don't doubt your judgement Arcturus. I'm sure this group will live up to your expectations.”

 

[The Shiznit]

Rhat joined the line just as instructed and when told to give his name and rank he did so. "Rhat Bol, Acolyte." He wished to add for now but that was really only for him to contemplate. He had done a good amount of studying, and had participated in a good amount of classes to help him become stronger in the force which would lead to a promotion sooner than later. Thinking about his situation for a little bit longer Rhat decided he wanted to be an acolyte as long as he could so he could join as many classes as he could, and become as strong as he could.

A man dressed in fur brought Rhat out of his thoughts. The man spoke differently than everyone else, and kept saying Sith-man. He was interesting to say the least. Another interesting thing took his attention though, the proposal of a combat simulation. It was a great idea for Rhat as it gave him a chance to prove himself to the higher ranking Sith, a chance to learn from them, and a chance to gain more combat experience. A win all across the board if you ask Rhat.