Open Playing With Lightning

[Sol Kenuk]

The sands were hot, and the skies burned. Korriban was a world of ancient secrets, and the atmosphere whispered with dark winds. Shadowed by the stone arena, dust lingered within heated air as boots left quiet prints into earth. Statues rose like looming spectators, and tattered red banners rustled gently. Sol Kenuk had chosen this place for it's isolation, and for it's purpose. He had arranged a training session here, an opportunity for Acolytes to learn something they did not yet know. Even Champions were welcome, if they lacked the ability being taught.

Sith Lightning.

It was a terrible thing, deadly, agonizing, and fueled by dark emotion. But it was something every Sith should know. The Kel Dor was not typically the type to share power with others, but he knew well enough how to counter the ability, and the raging swarm of Killiks that threatened the Empire was certainly a game changer. At the end of the day, Sol had grand aspirations for his own future, so why shoot the Empire he one day hoped to rule in the foot? No. They needed to be strong. Powerful. Untouchable. There could be no room for weakness.

Some that would arrive would come on their own transports, while shuttles would ferry the rest to the arena. Nearby landing pads, cracked with age, would still serve their purpose for the ships, and the trainees would descend the ramp to gaze into the sandy arena from the surrounding observation platforms. From there, they would be beckoned down sandstone steps by the Kel Dor, where he would await in the arena with a cold expression.

[open to any sith who wish to learn sith lightning. expect potential injury. spectators also welcome.]

 

[Caelian]

The sandy plains of Korriban had never been Caelian's favourite world to visit, it was simply too hot and miserable to be enjoyed, but then again, perhaps that was the entire point. There was always a strong presence felt in the dark side illuminating from the dark depths below the surface, the many temples and caverns filled with ancient, lost secrets of rulers long since forgotten.

Caelian arrived in his personal shuttle some time after a fateful failed invasion of Onderon. The sting of loss was felt dearly by the young Echani, and it did not escape him that his attempts to electrocute his opponent had been thwarted. It was unclear if it were by fault of his own, or if his opponent simply outclassed him - the cause was irrelevant as the outcome was still the same. He'd hoped that by rekindling with the dark side of the force on such a powerfully illuminating world, that he would find some answers.

A strange Kel'dor awaited ahead as he descended the sandstone steps towards the area. Gesturing toward him, he introduced himself with a firm tone.

"Name's Caelian, Champion of the Empire. Heard you were teaching some lil shits how to zap each other. Got time for something a little more advanced?"

@Nevermourn

 

[John Q]

John arrived in black robes via shuttle, hooded, booted, walking quickly. His robes were soggy and salt-stained. He had one purpose and one purpose alone in his mind, gnawing at him. It was his entire reason for being.

"Master," he said, stopping in the sand in front of Sol Kenuk, bowing slightly. "I will be blunt because I am a blunt man and that is the kind of Sith I am. I am here to learn Sith Lightning–" he retrieved a bottle from his side with a small, dead mammal in it, bloody, floating and reeking. John took a short sip –"to kill Master Draugr. For he has wronged me in a most grievous way. I will kill him, and spread his remains down deep, deep into the oceans of Mon Cala so the giant blind crabs and other nameless crustaceans may feast upon his ashes."

John took a deep breath and smiled. He didn't know if it was against the rules to murder another Sith, but he really didn't care.

 

[Darth Draugr]

Sol Kenuk decided to host a teaching for Sith Lightning. It was a good idea, the Kel Dor Champion would be seen in a good light for teaching the new Sith how to become more powerful and master the abilities of the Dark Side. Then when Draugr received an invitation to be the surprise assistant to the teachings of Sith Lightning, he kindly accepted. An honor to teach was an honor for Draugr.

Not knowing who would all be in attendance, the Sith Master would prepare for a speech. The crowd could be small or large it didn't matter, but of course the most important thing was that the strength of the Empire will grow. Clad in his usual style attire he came forth and noticed a small group of Sith. Some familiar and some not. Then the smell of a rotting corpse arose to his nose, and looked over as it was clearly John Q. The Sith Master walked up behind the Acolyte John Q and was prepared to explain his actions on the boat in front of them would stand Caellion and Sol.

"Ahem.. might I have a word?"

@Nevermourn @Xorism @Taygood

 

[Sol Kenuk]

Cold eyes shift to the first to stride down sandstone steps. The man appears serious, intense, and most certainly, here to further his skills as a Sith. Sol could respect that. He hears the introduction, tilts his head at Caelian, a simple gesture of polite greeting. A little more advanced? An intriguing thought.

"I might. But you'll need to be a bit more specific." Sol's response is professional, smooth like honey and yet still so very cold. Sol was not opposed to more private lessons, but he had no desire to dance around words. If Caelian had an eye for something specific, then he would have to make that clear.

At that point, another potential student was approaching. There's an odor that accompanies him, putrid and rotting, like death. As the man speaks, the Kel Dor can't help but stare on in silence. He listens as the Acolyte states his desire to learn, before taking a swig from some horrid, liquid concoction of liquidized carrion. Honestly, that wasn't even the part that shocked Sol. No, it was only when the man began to go on on, boldly proclaiming his desire to kill Master Draugr for all to hear.

Betrayal was nothing new among the Sith, but announcing such intentions at a public event? In truth, Sol is dumbfounded. Completely, and utterly bewildered. The Kel Dor just stares, and really, this is the first time he's ever been in a position where he was so utterly perplexed by something.

At least Sol would have a bit of eye candy now that Draugr had seemed to have arrived.

Finally, Sol seems to regain his composure. His gaze flickers from John to the newly arrived Draugr, entirely devoid of kindness.

"Please, Acolyte. Continue to enlighten us on your plans for killing Master Draugr." The Kel Dor's encouragement was far from friendly, especially now that Draugr had arrived. Sol's not entirely sure what will happen next, or if the man would talk about murdering Draugr to the Zabrak's face, but he's invested.

@Taygood @Scoobert @Xorism

 

[Luwalhati]

Never one to pass up on acquiring new knowledge and learning new skills, Luwalhati felt it prudent to attend Champion Sol Kenuk's training sessions. From what they had gathered, the Kel Dor was to teach Sith Lightning to those who wanted to learn. It was a Dark Side ability Lu's former Master possessed in his arsenal, one he never got to teach the young Acolyte.

The Acolyte descended from the shuttle and sailed towards the arena where the training session would be held. Squinting slightly against the sun's harsh rays, Lu hid the discomfort they felt. It was hot and dry, and luckily the Acolyte had decided to wear a loose, white top paired with black pants and high-heeled boots. Perched on one shoulder was a spectacled OW1-Series Oranimal. The droid would be here to record the training session for Lu's benefit, and for later research purposes.

Adjusting their glasses, Lu approached the gathered learners, amber eyes widening at the sight of the Sith Master Draugr. Was he here to oversee Champion Kenuk's lessons? With uncharacteristic eagerness the Acolyte flitted a few paces to the Sith Master's left, watching as he interrogated an odd Acolyte. They did not know who this one was, but when the Kel Dor mentioned "killing Master Draugr", Lu's expression turned icy yet curious.

Did the odd Acolyte even realize that the Sith he wanted to kill was right behind him?

Lu kept their mouth shut for the meantime, forgoing the greeting they constructed earlier on their way to the arena. They decided to watch, for now, not really expecting for things to escalate this soon into today's session.

Suddenly, they felt that the heat would be the least of their worries as they waited for what was to happen next.

@Nevermourn @Scoobert @Xorism @Taygood

 

[John Q]

As Draugr spoke John gripped his drink with his left hand, while his right dropped to his lightsaber hilt. He eyed Draugr warily, the way he would a whiff of gray cloud soon to blow over. John’s dirty robes swayed in the breeze. A weird stench radiated off him, repugnant but alluring, like someone had tried to make a cologne by fermenting a bantha hide and almost succeeded.

Too often, John had stood still in these awkward situations while his fellow darksiders judged him, silent and smirking. He made them uncomfortable. It was true they couldn’t connect over some childhood tragedy or ancestral PTSD. Neither did his hobbies include group therapy or drinking games. John was a simple Sith. What do Sith do? They kill things.

Enter Master Draugr: a brainless brute, but an Action Man, like John. Indeed, John had come to this Sith Master at the last “Social” in comradery, in sincerity, asking to be trained by this greatest of Lords. What happened? Draugr had drunkenly force-flung John off Sith Cruiselines™ and into the cold, torrential seas below. Then, as if reliving glorydays from a banned college frathouse, that proud old boozehound, whirling on the verge of collapse, the bottle calling, had just blackout-forgotten John. Mercifully, as John hit the water he had felt the force grip weaken and swam away (perhaps as Draugr did force CPR on his liver?).

But now John Q had returned… his arch-nemesis steps away. “Master Draugr–” he took a deep bow –”I didn’t expect to find you here, at the precise moment I arrived, having just revealed my plan to the world, but the force works in mysterious ways. I guess the pleasure barge ran out of liquor?” He laughed, tapping on his plastic container; a floating gerbil skull tapping back with its fangs. “I never liked partying with minors, but if the High School Cosplay Club is your clique, I’m not one to judge.”

@Nevermourn @Scoobert @Xorism @Forsythe Crowholde

 

[Darth Tempest]

In recent weeks, Vahliri had begun to spend increasing amounts of her free time on Korriban. The Sith archives and libraries housed on the planet were second to none in the known Galaxy, and it was there that the half-Annfyn poured over every bit of archaic knowledge and philosophy she could in between Imperial obligations. There was one ritual in particular that had captured her attention, and Vahliri had spend the days prior gathering every bit of information on the topic she could.

Nevertheless, it didn’t take more than a few days before the half-Annfyn felt an itch to break from her studies - opting instead to tour the grounds of the Korriban academy. She had caught wind of the lesson Sol was offering to some of the Acolytes, and promptly decided to spectate for the evening.

While the lesson was conducted, Vahliri lingered on one of the lower gallery’s of the arena - leaning her weight against an adjacent stone pillar. She was adorned in more basic crimson robes suited to the Korribani climate, while her raven black hair was tied back into a braid that draped her right shoulder.

Minutes passes as the half-Annfyn observed the lesson, able to pick up in the multitude of conversations due to her sensitive hearing. As a result, her attention flicked right onto John when the Acolyte boldly - and rather stupidly - proclaimed his intentions for Lord Draugr. She immediately recognized his face from the party yacht, and couldn't help but blink a few times. Betrayal wasn’t uncommon amongst the Sith, but this sounded more like a petty grudge instead of genuine ambition.

Her interest only peaked as things got more interesting, watching as Draugr entered the scene and Sol proceeded to stir the pot by exposing the previous statements. At once, the half-Annfyn leaned a bit further over the gallery, suddenly invested into just how badly this was all going to play out.

Vahliri’s eyes grew wide when John fired back with his snark-filled response. Was this dude a moron? She stifled an amused snort through her nostrils, watching eagerly as her gaze flicked over to Draugr. At this point, the half-Annfyn was convinced someone was about to become airborne.

 

[Darth Draugr]

Looking to just let John Q know where he stood, and that he was being given another chance within the Sith to prove worthy of being around, Draugr stood ready to speak. Then Champion Sol spoke outward about Acolyte Q's ambitions for Draugr. This was nothing surprising, either the Acolyte would grow a set and stand up for himself or cower down like a dog in the presence of a wolf with tail tucked between his legs. Either way Draugr was now aware there was the wanting for his death. As the Acolyte turned around to address the Sith Master, the Zabrak had noticed the hand drop to the lightsaber.. you really don't wanna do that..

Then as if he was hot shit, he began to not only insulting call Draugr a drunk, which he hadn't been drunk at all, but he called Draugr something far more insulting. As if he was looking to only spend time with minors. The majority of the Sith are Acolytes and Champions at the moment, and not only that but the vast majority are over the age of eighteen. There may be exceptions to that for a few but it wasn't like he was seeking this, it was a training event. He is looking to train the new grunts to become true warriors for the Empire. Perhaps the only one playing dress up was Acolyte Q posing as a Sith when truly he was not truly a part of the Empire.. a traitor if you will.

All the signs were there.. threats to kill the leaders, placing their hand on their weapon eyeing down Draugr, insulting not only Draugr himself but the entire Sith order by calling them a cosplay club. Perhaps the flinging into the ocean wasn't a good enough lesson to teach him. Perhaps there would have to be a sturdier lesson.

"Very well.."

Using the force Draugr would grip the hand of John Q around the lightsaber and in quick succession would squeeze with a power he could not fight against. With the Acolyte's other hand on his drink he wouldn't have nearly any time to properly react to this. The force pushing the hand of the Acolyte into his own saber crushing it into pieces whilst the broken aluminium alloy of the common Acolyte saber would more than likely pierce through the hand of John Q. The hand being crushed into the hilt would also cause for it to not activate again. It would be rendered useless as well as his hand. With Draugr's left hand he would have the force coil around the throat of the Acolyte and force him to his knees. Squeezing to the point where the wind pipe would close to be completely collapsed and then he spoke,

"Do you wish to challenge me fool?"

@Nevermourn @Forsythe Crowholde @Xorism @Altaris @Taygood

 

[Lucas Orum]

Lucas had been eager to learn Force Lightning. He had received clearance to come from Taris to Korriban to receive instruction from Champion Sol in this powerful art. However, as he rounded the corner to enter the would be teaching arena to the sounds of metal snapping, flesh parting, and bones crunching alongside a powerful draw on the dark side, he hesitated for a moment. As he came into the area all he saw was a fellow Acolyte floating in mid air as he was suffocated, his hand a bloody ruin on a destroyed lightsaber hilt and Draugr’s menacing challenge.

Was this what was required to learn such power? If so, Lucas decided to forgo such lessons for now. He immediately turned on his heels and made his way back to the academy space port, uttering three words as an immediate reaction.

“Nope. Fuck that.”

 

[Caelian]

Caelian had simply come to Korriban to further master the ancient art of force lightning, to delve into its secrets and explore a deeper spiritual connection to the dark side of the force. He had been troubled as of late, his own conviction tested and played with by those stronger than he was. A difficult path lay before the Echani, forcing him to choose as it was forked between weakness and strength, the former cut and discarded like waste in a summer harvest and the latter straining under the weight of responsibility and absolute power.

Whether the Kel'dor held the keys to break through Caelian's problems was another story, but the champion would sense that whether it was with Sol or another, Korriban was the right place to start this journey of self discovery. "I'm not here for an acolyte lesson, is all. I fought a Jedi recently, it didn't go to plan, so clearly my technique needs some work. Can you make me more lethal? Or have I come to the wrong place?" He didn't come off as confrontational, but more direct.

The abrupt arrival of a strange batch of Acolytes, most of whom he had never met previously, was not surprising considering why they were all here. From his position he noticed the stunning appearance of Vahliri whom he had previously encountered at the last infamous social outing, the dramatic events still feeling seemingly fresh in mind. It wasn't a surprise that a Master would inspect and instruct a lesson, but more surprisingly was the stones of this strange acolyte attempting to challenge Draugr to his face.

It was something Caelian would respect John for not back tracking his blood pledge so publicly made, however reckless it seemed to be as his life now hang in the balance. Caelian hadn't spoken to the Zabraki since their little pool party incident, however it did imprint a heavy lesson on his mind, and this was something that a certain acolyte would be wise to heed. Respect strength, but most importantly respect the rank, the hierarchy.

And even more importantly, Caelian decided to keep his distance and observe silently, standing nearer to the Kel'dor (@Nevermourn) to watch events unfold.

@Nevermourn @Taygood @Scoobert @Forsythe Crowholde @Altaris

 

[Bel]

Yeah... This was not what Bel was planning on experiencing when he came to Korriban. An idiot of an Acolyte openly admitted to wanting to murder one of the most respected members of Sith society right in front of the actual guy, himself. The Zabrak was watching the spectacle from the arena seats and had luckily brought a bag of popcorn to eat while watching the session. Darth Draugr did an excellent job of showing his mastery over the Force, making John Q crush his own lightsaber with his own hand. That must've hurt.

However, Bel spotted another Acolyte who was quick to leave the session. Bel slowly looked at his huge bag of popcorn and then back at the fleeing Acolyte. He can't leave now- it just got itneresting!

"Hey, dude! Wanna share the bag? I'll bet you a drink the idiot doesn't last another minute." Bel challenged with a grin.

@Apollyon

 

[John Q]

Pain surged through him as his hand was crushed and broken. He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn't speak. He didn’t scream. He gargled.

John collapsed to his knees. In and out, breathing through a straw. He choked, then gasped, his throat clawing for air. He tried to move, to flail, but his muscles were stiff and rigid, like his body was a hollow cast that had been filled with quick-dry glue.

But his eyes still worked. So John looked at Draugr. He looked and looked, with those big brown eyes, for that was all he could do. But the more he looked the madder he got. Sweat ran down his face. His cheeks bulged like they had a thousand nasty curses ready to explode out. And through this anger, this rage, the force returned to him, coursing through his body. He gulped a big gulp of air, spat out blood, and looked at his hand. Shredded with lightsaber, a pinky dangling. Well, Darth Bane had bit off a man’s thumb, so the archives told. Maybe he could bite off some weak acolyte’s pinky and get it grafted on. He looked around for candidates before his gaze settled back on Draugr.

Blood dripped steadily onto the concrete. Streams of blood. It puddled and flowed towards Sol Kenuk’s feet. John’s bloodshot eyes traced its path before retreating to his boots. “No… I do not wish–” he hacked up a hairball covered in snot –”to challenge you… Master.” In that instant, his left hand released its grip–whether on purpose or from fatigue was unclear– and the gerbil-infused alcoholic beverage clattered onto the ground and rolled in its plastic-capped, leak-proof bottle towards Draugr.

@Nevermourn @Xorism @Scoobert @Forsythe Crowholde @Altaris @Charles

 

[Darth Raze]

The Dark Lord often spent time on Korriban and the ancient libraries and archives the temples boasted. He was a man that devoured and consumed knowledge, and he also sought to learn more about the current Empress. She was more elusive than Andruil and he didn’t entirely know her play just yet. Raze liked being several steps ahead, liked to know what made people tick, liked to weed out their deepest and darkest fears and vulnerabilities. And he liked to file them away in a little corner for use and exploitation whenever he pleased.

While he normally wasn’t the type to pay mind to any fuss or commotion - his very presence always generated a fair amount of whispers in any library he was in - he was especially curious about this one. For one, it pleased him whenever a Champion took initiatives such as training or hosting classes for other Sith. For two, the whispers suggested a challenge of some sort was issued.

It didn’t take long for the Dark Lord to make his way towards the gathering. Even before he arrived, the general unease in the atmosphere would manifest for everyone else there. The temperature grew unnaturally cooler as Raze made no attempt to mask or hide his presence. His signature mask and visor towered above the others as he slowly came to join the little party.

For now, the Dark Lord said nothing, watching the Sith Master Draugr (@Scoobert ) torment an acolyte (@Taygood ). Raze’s head tilted slowly towards the direction of the Sith Champion (@Xorism) that had been on Onderon with him. The circumstances surrounding his disappearance after that battle remained a mystery to where even Raze didn’t have enough information to log the full mission report. The Dark Lord made no move now, but Caelian wouldn’t leave here without explaining himself. With that, Raze turned his gaze back towards Draugr and the acolyte, finding the entire notion more silly than anything. If he picked on every acolyte that dreamed of killing him, Raze would have to wipe out most of the Sith Order.

 

[Ashla Ti]

Ashla had gone looking for Vahl, only to learn that she was attending a remedial lightning course somewhere on Korriban. Her first instinct had been to check if Altair was taking the course, assuming that was why Vahl was there, but it was some other bloke she hadn't met before. Either way, she had started making her way towards the "classroom", only to spot a few acolytes rushing in the same direction, learning quickly that someone had challenged a Master. And not just any Master, Draugr.

That just made it all the more interesting. The fact that she sensed Raze even before she got there only added to that excitement, if he was there then maybe this challenge was really happening. Unfortunately she showed up just as all the fun was winding down, and the challenge was already over. Not that she had really expected anything else, whatever her feelings about the man, she couldn't deny that Draugr knew his way around a fight.

"Aww man," she said as she stepped up besides Vahl, "it's done already?"

@Altaris

 

[Sol Kenuk]

Spectators and trainees alike. Sol had always intended for the event to be a bit of a scene, but certainly not of this type. An acolyte (@Taygood ) boldly proclaiming his intentions to challenge Draugr (@Scoobert ), and the Master himself responding with swift punishment. Sol had certainly done his part in instigating it, but well, he couldn't resist. The Zabrak was right there. The Acolyte didn't even back down, just turned to challenge the master, as if there was something to be gained from that.

Bone crunches and flesh rends, metal cries as it crumples. The scent of blood is copper upon the hot air, but it still doesn't drown out the smell of rotten meat. Sol is satisfied though, even as the blood begins to flow towards his boots. He wonders how much a human could bleed before they died. With this amount of blood, Draugr might have severed an artery. That wasn't Sol's problem, though, as long the body was tossed somewhere out of the way. He had intended to teach a lesson, after all. The Kel Dor's expression is cold, and his eyes betray nothing but the hardness of stone.

Vision shifting back toward Caelian (@Xorism ), Sol would speak flatly, "This was not intended to be a circus." The Champion explains simply, gesturing with a claw toward the broken Acolyte. "So, since you are here to learn, we will begin the lesson. Anyone who wishes to join us will get the right idea." Draugr, John, and the like could still have their carnival of mischief and pain, by all means, but the Kel Dor had already had his fill.

Of course, the dark presence of Darth Raze (@Sreeya ) is suffocating enough to draw his eyes, hidden behind his goggles. Sol doesn't gawk, but he's certainly intrigued. The Kel Dor does offer a respectful dip his head though, because unlike the Acolyte, Sol knew when it was wiser to bend than to stand tall. The future was more important than pride.

The man swallows down a flicker of jealousy and gestures to Caelian with a long claw. Sol moves several feet away, toward the other end of the sand covered arena, where he wouldn't have to worry about stepping over the broken frame of the Acolyte, should he decide to bleed to death. The gall. But regardless, the lesson on Sith Lightning would continue. Sol had never had any intentions to hold back against the Acolytes, so Caelian would have gotten his wish even without the interruption.

 

[Darth Tempest]

Amber eyes lingered on the center of the arena, watching the exchange between Draugr and the Acolyte with sustained interest. Things.. Largely panned out as she expected they would, and the half-Annfyn vocalized not a single word in response. In truth, there was likely not a single Sith in the order who had not dreamed of putting a saber through one of their superiors. She certainly had with Aadya for a while. But there were few stupid enough to vocalize such aspirations openly or insult a Sith Master to their face.

If John hadn’t learnt his lesson back on the party Yacht, the Acolyte was certainly learning it now.

Vahliri’s attention lingered on the arena for a few moments longer - and it was only drawn away by the familiar, chilling presence that arrived within the gallery. The half-Annfyn glanced over her shoulder, eyes immediately locking onto the infamous armor and towering figure that stepped forth. She hadn’t seen the Dark Lord since the failed invasion of Onderon - an event that still brought frustration to roil within her.

His was a presence unmistakable - one that caused her breath to manifest with a cloud of frost, and for the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on edge. All the same, the half-Annfyn didn’t recoil away from it - just as she hadn’t during the party on Serenno.

Instead, the half-Annfyn turned towards the Dark Lord - offering Raze a respectful dip of her head, “My Lord,” She said smoothly, allowing her gaze to linger on the crimson visor before flicking back to the happenings in the arena. She jutted her chin in that direction, fingers curling around the railing of the gallery.

It was at that point that Vahliri felt the presence of another come to stand beside her - one that immediately caused her lips to tug upwards and fluted ears to flick around wildly. “Ashla?!” She said excitedly, snaking an arm around the Togruta without hesitation to squeeze her tightly. It had been months since she had seen the woman last, and there was no hiding that she was excited to see Ashla. “It’s been way too long! How’ve you been?!”

Her gaze flicked back to the arena when Ashla mentioned it. “Looks like it,” She said with a small shrug, progressively less interested as the Acolyte started to back down from his earlier bravado. “Remains to be seen it someone goes airborne though.”

@Nevermourn @Sreeya @Wit @Taygood @Xorism @Charles

 

[Caelian]

Well, fuck.

It was bad enough having to worry about not screwing up in the lesson and catching a stray lightning bolt as embarrassing as that would be, not to mention in front of Master Draugr and the ever-growing crowd of Acolytes and Champions but now even the Dark Lord of the Sith arrived in his usual bone chilling manner.

The same unnatural uneasyness that he had felt drain the pleasure from the air itself on Onderon felt its way across the landscape once more. The herald of dread and destruction, himself, was here to watch the one-sided drama unfold and perhaps more.

Caelian dipped his head respectfully toward the gaze of the lord (@Sreeya), tepidly hoping not to be summoned, but realistically doubting that he'd get off so easily after the failure he had been part of.

Still, it appeared that he would be permitted to continue without interrogation for the moment and so once the Kel'dor (@Nevermourn) called the group to attention, he moved opposite his fellow champion and instructor and awaited to hear the lesson. Standing firm, he drew upon the limitless dark energies that were present on the Sith world and watched Sol intently, ready to respond.

@Nevermourn @Taygood @Scoobert @Forsythe Crowholde @Altaris @Charles @Sreeya @Wit

 

[Darth Draugr]

In the moment, Draugr would have willingly killed the Acolyte, but he felt the chilling presence of Lord Raze. It was enough to cool a huttball player after a long game. Draugr was used to the presence more than the younger Sith here, but it still hits him with a washing flood of darkness. There were not many things in this world Draugr feared, but Raze.. respectfully so was one of those individuals. With the flick of his wrist Draugr could be in the very same position he had the Acolyte in. As much as murdering the Acolyte would please him, he decided against it.

Releasing his grip on John Q, he would give the Acolyte only a few moments to catch his breath after cowering down from his own challenge. When Draugr took a deep breath he would keep his eyes on the Acolyte towering over him.

"You are given one last shot Acolyte.. should you fail to make use of it I will have you executed myself. The Empire does not tolerate two things. Failure.. and treason."

The metallic foot of Draugr would kick the bottle back to John Q leaving a klinking noise. When The Zabrak finished telling John Q about his final chance, he heard Sol speak up wishing to continue the class. Draugr would take a final glance at the Acolyte on the ground before him, and then walk past him. Leaving him behind him both physically and figuratively. The Kel Dor wished to continue so the Zabrak would see to it the class moved along.

Out in the crowd he could see others had joined. Had they watched on with what happened with the Acolyte? Ah, who cares they all knew what to expect.

@Taygood @Xorism @Altaris @Sreeya @Nevermourn @Charles @Wit @Forsythe Crowholde

 

[Bel]

Bel was tempted to give the Sith Lord a standing ovation, but the chilling presence of Darth Raze himself (@Sreeya ) suffocated his thoughts and seemed to almost literally weigh down on the ISB Agent. After awkwardly staring at the Imperial hero with awe, he shook himself off and hopped down into the arena. It wasn't everyday that you were able to meet your heroes, and though there were many who advised against it, Bel didn't care.

"Lord Draugr," Bel smiled and offered to shake the fellow Nightbrother's hand. "I'm Agent Bel, it's a pleasure to meet you." Darth Raze was another one of those heroes Bel had wanted to acquaint himself with, but right now, the Dark Side had always made Bel feel uncomfortable. Which was Ironic. In fact, the irony of it had been eating at the Agent for a while now. He knew he wouldn't be much of a Sith if he didn't like using the Darkness, which was part of the reason why he became an Agent instead of a traditional Champion. Either way, Bel's real reason for coming here was to learn to shake off the foreboding feeling he got every time he used Sith Lightning.

"I've always been a fan, and if you need any assistance, feel free to contact me- not that you probably need my help, because, like, you're the Draugr. But- gal, I hope you know what I mean." Fanboying was not apart of the plan, but Bel couldn't help it. Draugr was one of his biggest role models- a true example of what it meant to be a Nightbrother.

@Scoobert