Roughing It

[Kazuma]

The dingy cantina was crowded with patrons, surprising for such a back water hole on this side of Saijo, the room had a haze of smoke and its poor lighting made it a little difficult to identify people, but on the flip side it made it easier to hide unnoticed.

Tolrain sat in a corner at a table not far from the door, on his own, the wide brim of his had pulled down slightly to cover his face from those standing around him, though he was still able to see out from under it easily enough. He had tracked the informant to this location, after shaking down several others to be able to pinpoint him. He’d been roughing up and interrogating all sorts trying to get information on the mob he hired to stash the smugglers cargo, he found after a pit of practice on some of these poor schmucks, that he had become adept at summoning the pressure and using it to throw them around or hold them still as he extracted the info he needed.

It had been only a few weeks since he’d escaped from that dungeon on Dosuun, he had decided to ditch the ship at his first stop where he started on this damned informants trail and “acquire” another, smaller vessel, a fighter of some kind so he’d be able to slip around unnoticed that much easier.

There was a disturbance over by the bar that snapped Tolrain out of his riverie, it was his mark, the informant had been involved in some sort of scuffle and was being escorted out of the premises, Tol decided it was time, he stood and slipped quickly through the crowd, out of the door and into an alley across the street to hide in the shadows. Moments later the informant was tossed unceremoniously out the door by a hulking Wookie, to land on his hands and knees, the Wookie bellowed at him and watched as the man stood and stalked off down the street. Once the Wookie disappeared back inside, Tol stepped from the alley and quickly, but quietly took off after the man. As the informant approached another alley, Tol gathered the pressure, though now through use it had become less intrusive or painful and more of just a, feeling, directing his thoughts and the pressure, he slammed the man sideways down the alley as he stepped up to it.

When Tol entered the alley, the informant was in a daze and slowly getting himself to his feet, he strode up to the informant and kicked him hard in the ribs, sending him back to the floor, gasping for air. Tol looked the man over, a scrawny human, about the same height as Tol, with pasty white skin, his short dark hair plastered to his head with sweat, the man absolutely stank. Still, Tol pushed the man onto his back with his boot and stood on his chest with one foot, he leant on his knee and bent down close to the man and tipped back his hat, so the weasel could see his face.

“Remember me you turd? The one who hired you to keep my cargo safe…” He reached down and gave the man a light slap in the face, “Listen you cretin, you’ll tell me where it went!”

The man started to laugh, coughing a little, Tol leaned back from the man, remembering his experience in that position, “I remember… I remember… You’ll not get it… Taken… By pirates… Some Hutt…” He continued his laughing and coughing fit, Tol cursed silently to himself, his frustration and anger growing as the man kept laughing, and inadvertently causing the pressure to build in Tol’s head again, the pain returning with it.

"Stop laughing!” He screamed at the man, the pressure suddenly releasing from his head as the man’s chest caved under his foot as if a weight had been dropped on it, blood spurted from the man’s mouth and he went limp.

Tol wiped away the few flecks of blood that had landed on his jacket and left the body. He’d have to pick up the trail elsewhere, but he knew it was pirates and a Hutt that had his goods. He decided to head back towards the cantina, thinking to have a drink and calm his thoughts.

 

[Orphen]

It was at that moment that he would feel a dark presence down the alley and a shadow dart out of sight, faster than humanly possible... for the presence, a dark forboding sinking feeling that he would feel, reguardless of the steel of his emotional state.

Snikch had been travelling a disturbance in the force for a little while now. It was like chacing a mobile rip which continued to wander. Surrounding it was confusion, anger, pain, hate. Everything that characterised a sith. He'd been watching him through the force in the cantina, and tailed him to the alley. He'd followed him to this planet, and had continued to shadow him for over a week, just, watching... Though now it was time to try and break this guy down. Play with his emotions. Toy with his fear and his resolve, and hopefully, break him.

For the next little while Snikch would put time and effort into wrapping himself in a cloak of shadows, using the visage to dart across his perepheral vision. As he appeared he used the sinking feeling through empathy as a strike at his resolve. It would tell him that something bad's coming. Hopefully enough to pick up his pace, and rush him back toward the Cantina. His brutality was impressive, befitting of a sith...

He needed to bring this person back as an acolyte. They would be impressed with him if he did. And if he were to die in the trials, well, Snikch would look weaker. Which was ultimately his goal. He'd not appear to him however, until he thought it was time to do so.​

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[Kazuma]

Tol was making his way back towards the cantina, trying to plan his next move, thinking where he should go and what area the pirates might have struck, when he started getting an odd feeling, It might have had something to do with losing his temper and control of the pressure, but no, this was something different. He felt unsure, started second guessing his actions dealing with the informant.

Thoughts started coming to him as he walked, what if the Hutt had someone watching the informant, what if they were on to him, it was about then when he thought he saw something move in the edge of his vision, surely he’d covered his tracks enough while hunting down this informant, but then in his anger he left the body back in the alley, he stopped, grabbed his head in both hands, what was going on, he never doubted himself.

Then the movement again, surely he wasn’t imagining this, he couldn’t risk going back for the body, he thought; what if there was one of the agents that had captured him before, was on his trail now, he wouldn’t go back to that dungeon on Dasuun. Tol began to panic a little, then he got angry at himself, he never panicked, he had to get back to the cantina, now. He then realised he was still just standing in the open street completely exposed, he took off at a quick jog, and every time he passed an alley or under a light, there it was again, the movement, just out of his view. He was certain either the group that had kidnapped him or the Hutt's pirates were on to him.

Tol was just about in disarray when he almost reached the cantina, stopping just short to catch his breath. When he approached, the Wookie on the door looked him over, hesitating a moment as he saw the aprehension and worry in Tol's eyes, before finally letting him in. Tol headed straight for the bar, a few quick drinks would settle his nerves, then he’d be able to plan his way out of this mess.

 

[Orphen]

Snikch smiled, things were working out amazingly, from now he would stop messing with the poor mans' mind. Directly at the very least. He stood behind the cantina, puffing a little as he sat, moving into a meditative state, where using the force would be many times easier. he analysed the room, looking over it and feeling when people looked at the stranger, the bartender, patrons. Whenever their eyes focused on him, Snikch would empathetically increase their anger levels, causing them to scowl invulentarily. Through repeated glances the air of the area would begin to urn slowly foul towards him. People would become more and more iritable toward him, perhaps ending in a fight. But hopefully in him being thrown out into the alien open.

To him, people in the bar would be exchanging him foul looks, as if everyone was angry at his presence, where they weren't before. Snikch would allow his hopefully now paranoid mind to do the rest. He was panicking, he wanted a drink. This process could take a while... until slowly he noticed more and more people. As he became more and more noticible Snikch was struggling to hold the feel in the room, his breathing rate increased. and he was breaking sweats. Tiring quickly, although the emotions came increadibly easily to enfuse into their minds, the actual act was increadibly titing. He hoped that this worked soon at this point. He needed a break, but it would all be worth it in the end​

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[Kazuma]

Tol had to push his way through the crowd to get to the bar, other patrons were starting to get irritable as he pushed past, the closer to the bar he got the angrier the looks and remarks he received. Finally getting to the bar, his nerves on edge, he could feel the atmosphere of the room becoming heated and angry, but for the moment Tol was unfazed, bars often got that way when too many were crammed in together, fights were bound to break out, he just wanted a drink.

Tol managed to ask the barman for an ale over the growing noise of the crowd, the barman just stared at him for a moment, the look on his face was anger as if Tol had somehow offended him. Finally he broke the look and walked off. As he was waiting for the barman to return, Tol looked around feeling that heated atmosphere still growing, he noticed that a lot of the patrons were staring at him, looks of anger, disgust, hatred, something was really wrong, did he not get all the blood off, did they suspect he had murdered a local, or had news of the mans death already circulated... This was not good, if a fight broke out, it would be too close quarters for him to draw his swords, he'd have to rely on the knife in his belt.

The barman returned with the drink, Tol drained it off before even paying the man, a Twi'lek fellow standing beside him stepped up, "you gonna pay for that, or feel that you should drink for free...?" it was more of a statement than a question, Tol could see the guy clenching his fists, he was surely about to take a swing. Then he heard the low growl of the Wookie standing behind him. In a split decision, Tol slammed the glass still in his hand, into the head of the Twi'lek before him, sending him reeling back into the angry crowd behind him, knowing the Wookie would try to grab him, Tol ducked and sprang forward into the Twi'lek, driving him further into the crowd and and propelling them towards the door. Tol was still a several feet from the door, in an attempt to take the focus off himself, in one fluent move he drew and hurled his knife across the room into a random patron, who let off a piercing cry, drawing the attention of those in the room, Tol used the momentary confusion to make a break for the door, he slammed through the last few people and out into the open air, completely exposed, again.

He was expecting more trouble to be waiting for him outside, but there was just the empty street, not waisting time, Tol dashed across the road and again into the dark alley, hiding behind a mound of trash in the shadows. He sat there, catching his breath and trying to figure out what had gone so bloody wrong.

 

[Orphen]

Snikch, finally deciding to stand, pulled his cloak over his head, and robbed the bar of its anger, putting it all into himself, and absorbing the increadible amount of emotion. His body began to reflect it, and emit it like a cloud. Taking a running two step leap he parkoured up the wall of the building he was near, and began to follow along the rooftops for a second... But now was the time he needed to introduce himself. This was going to be a nightmare, Snikch was trying to make this the worst day of his life, he hadn't snapped yet. He didn't KNOW he was going to die. It was up for this jawa to make that happened.

He began to advance Dropping down from the roof to stand openly in the alley, the cloak of shadows force power radiating around him, attempting to conceal him in shadow in plain sight. Though he was small, and a Jawa, he looked like a dark spirit or even god to those who did not have intimate knowledge of the force. A tail uncoiled from His body, wicked and long, he wouldn't be able to tell it was mechanical. Snikch very cleverly, had made him out to be something far, far grander than he really was...

He didn't speak, he just began to walk slowly toward him. Allowing the empathic aura of hate do the talking. Snikch was meditating, and moving at the same time. A skill called force affinity. Which was the ONLY reason he could do this all at once... But, due to his limited skill in it, he had to move slowly. Any faster, and his concentration would rip. Slowly, he advanced on the man. If only he could command illusions like malhi, this would have been so much easier... But soon, he would need only the cloak of shadows, that, in the way he was tought, almost took no effort to maintain, though he couldn't move quickly with it on.

First, this man had to experience the power. Then, he could learn its secrets. An age old art of pursuation. But Snikch must never draw his lightsaber in the process. Such a deed, and a well known weapon would instantly forge a beakon revealing him as a sith. Detracting the terror of the unknown. Which defeated the point but one thing was certain.

The picture was painted... a demon chased a man... a man was going to die... and be reborn as a Sith.​

 

[Kazuma]

Tol was trying to piece together the events of the night, still sitting, hiding behind the pile of garbage. Listening intently towards the mouth of the alley for any signs he’d been follow by anyone from the cantina.

Then he thought he heard something from the other end of the alley, he peered into the darkness, was he seeing something, Tol impulsively stood to get a better look, and then he felt it, hate, waves of hate and foreboding washed over him, directed at him. Taking a step back, and shaking his head to try and clear it, he looked again down the alley, and then he saw it, darkness, a shadow of darkness moving towards him, with the constant waves of hate flowing over him, turning his thoughts against him.

Tol took another step back, his hand instinctively going for the hilt of one of his blades, and tripped on the pile of garbage he’d been hiding behind, falling flat on his back, hitting his head on the ground his eyes going foggy for a moment, when he looked back up and down the alley, the darkness had continued to approach, and now he could just make out a figure in the darkness, something was coming for him, it had been coming for him all night and now he was going to die. Tol was suddenly filled with fear, he was going to die, and there’d be nothing he could do against this darkness, this hate.

He realised he was pushing himself backwards in abject fear of his impending death, the figure had become slightly more visible, shining bright orange eyes and a tail whipping back and forth, within the darkness, some form of demon, it had to be.

Somehow he managed to push himself to his feet, and turned and ran top-speed down and out the end of the alley, there across the street, a group was leaving the cantina, he paused waiting to have them turn on him, a couple looked over at him, but only with expressions of confusion. He turned and took off down the street and up another alley, pausing to catch his breath, when his knees gave out on him and he collapsed, his mind raging against him, this wasn’t possible, none of this was possible.

 

[Orphen]

He ran in a stupour, but he wasn't fast enough. He could feel his fear and panic, and he would likely run for another place to hide. He waited for him to be across the street, and out of site, where Snikch ditched the cloak of shadows force power momentarily for speed. Running at a blinding pace he rocketed out of the alley across the street. Upon the roof and down into the opposite side of the alley. Physical limitations aside, Snikch was wicked fast, it was about his only upside other than his 'extra corricular' training. Standing the shadows wrappead around him again.

The idea was this creature was everywhere, he couldn't escape it, Snikch saw him ample reason to fear such an assumed guise, his fear of death, things he cannot comprehend, and the afterlife this form represented played on the carnal fears hidden within every man, woman, and child as they grew. Wether they would admit it was another thing alltogether.

Snikch didn't appear from the other side of the alley, but the side he ran in from. Down this alley he could sense a dead end, and all the doors were locked. He was trapped, this time for good. He began slowly advancing again. Now reaching out a hand, the shadows flaring off his arm like fire, he walked closer staring at him as the hatred waved off his person like a stench. In fact, it was a stench. He, a human, could now experience hate as a scent around whatever this entity was. Moving closer, he moved into the last phase of this plan, to corner him. Put him under his final pressure, to se wether he would beg or fight. Resist or crumble. Either would siffice, it mattered not. Snikchs' other hand lay behind him, hidden as his tail swayed to and fro like a pendulum counting down to his demise. If only Snikch were a little more profficient in everything... he felt like he was going to pass out any second, but this HAD to be done...

It was done to him, it HAD TO BE done to him aswell... through sheer grit and determination he commanded himself forward... He had no longer than two minutes to keep this up. The cloak of shadows and empathy were NOT hard force talents, but he'd abused so many others getting this far, the stress was compounding, and the fatigue accumulating. He hoped he didn't have to use telekinesis, or lightning... he prayed for it silently. It was something in this state, he couldn't do, if it came to conflict, he'd use his lightsaber...

Better safe, than dead.​

 

[Kazuma]

Tol, his mind roiling with possibilities, almost didn’t notice the arrival of the Darkness again, in the mouth of the alley, he felt the hate almost literally slap him in the face, but now it came with a stink, a smell like nothing Tol had ever experienced, his mind instantly turned to death, it must be the stench of his death.

The Darkness was now advancing and pointing at him, as if it passed judgement on his soul. Tol stood, back stepping down the alley before the impending doom of the Darkness, quickly chancing a glance over his shoulder, he realised it was a dead end. This was it, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, not that he thought he would get far. He fumbled with drawing a vibrosword, holding it shakily in a defensive angle, he prepared an attempt to stand his ground,

“What do you want from me!?” He said sofly towards the Darkness, still advancing on him, still pointing at him, “I regret nothing!” He suddenly screamed as he threw his sword, clattering to the ground and stood defiant, the waves of hate rolling over him, buffeted suddenly by Tol’s own hate of the Darkenss, for forcing what would surely be his end.

“Do your worst demon! And when I’m dead my rotten soul will surely be as you are now, and then I’ll come for you as you have for me!” He yelled with all his pent up emotion; hate, fear, helplessness… Sadness.

And Tol stood arms open, head high, waiting for his deserved death.

 

[Orphen]

Snikch looked as the man steeled his resove 'excellent, ' this is exactly what he was looking for in this man. It was what he wanted, the man needed to defy his fate, fate meant nothing to a sith, he carved it himself. Though he was also rather glad he didn't outright attack him. Snikch stopped walking and lowered his arm. The translator wrapped around his neck allowed him to speak in Galactic Basic as he just stood there looking at the man. Before for the first time, he began to speak.

Tol, I have bought you to this point for a reason, for a rare reason that very, very few will ever experiance. Here, the late Tol, will die. But i stand here offering not death, but power, and a chance for reincarnation. How would you react, if i told you that you could learn how to bend the minds around you with a thought, lift and throw a speeder, cloak yourself in blackness and more, only in the course of one year?

He stopped speaking at that point, simply standing there, the aura of hate began to lessen and disappear to the wind. Snikch felt relieved as that was one thing he no longer had to hold up any longer. He could relax a little, he was gaining energy now. Learning the method of the restrictive cloak of shadows made it effortless to maintain on its own. He merely had to hold a state of entropy in the force. The effort was reaching it, not maintaining it.

He awaited his answer...
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[Kazuma]

He still stood before the Darkenss, waiting for his death. When it stopped, lowering its accusing, pointing arm, the waves of hate had drifted away, the stench of Tol’s death with it.

Then it spoke. The Darkness offered him power. Tol was confused and still angry. It had done this to him, only to offer him rebirth in power, put him through a trial by fire, what was the point. His anger at what had been done to him simmered, his hand drifting to the other vibrosword still on his belt. He weighed up the situation, if he had the chance to become as this being was, why would he refuse. He had felt the power first hand. The possibilities of what he could do with it, returning the favour to those that kidnapped him, and finding his missing cargo would be but trivial persuits.

“You leave me no choice, for I dare say if I refuse the offer, I will be executed.” Tol pondered for a moment longer, did he trust this Darkness, “I accept your offer.”

Tol drew his sword and tossed it to the ground at the edge of the Darkness with his other blade, an offering of his acceptance, and stood before it, a hint of defiance in his eyes.

 

[Orphen]

There's a planet you must make your way to, your true potential is there...

Snikch didn't like his giving in attitude, but he accepted. Turning around Snikch began to walk away. There would only be one word that lingered behind him as he left. Snikch would ignore him afterwards, not answer any more questions, nor even acknowledge him Looking over his shoulder that one word was...

Korriban...

The destination and homeworld of the Sith, where a master would find him and train him, much like Snikch was trained. He would learn to use and make a lightsaber, but such things Snikch did not hand to him on a platter, he would learn of the pillars. The first and foremost the trials by fire. The first way of the sith, a trial which begins, and never ends.

As snikch moved around the corner, he dropped the force cloak and bolted as fast as he could away. Curiosity at the very least, would lead him there. But next was the final part of his mission. Making sure no Jedi interrupted his pilgrimage.

 

[Kazuma]

Approximately a year after the encounter on Saijo.

Tolrain had ventured from planet to planet, still attempting to gather information on the whereabouts of the cargo taken from him. He’d also started making subtle inquiries into any other groups chasing the cargo or that might have been involved in his kidnapping. In both cases, his search was fruitless, as his mind was not on the task, ever distracted with thoughts of that night on Saijo, and the offer of the Darkness. Oddly enough, his search for information took him ever closer to Korriban, the place the Darkness told him to seek.

In his experience with the Darkness, the creature, had also given him cause to focus on practicing control over what he now came to believe the creature saw in him, potential power. His targets, those he strangled for information, on his journey to this place, were where he honed these skills, having taught himself greater control over the pressure or feeling he gathered in his mind, learning to bring it at will and trying not to let it just come when he was angered, though it often still did. He learnt he could direct it, where he used to use it to just hold a person down, he now learnt to hold them by the throat, though he had lost control several times when doing this, the end result being rather messy. Hardest of all though, he tried to learn control over how much he used, drawing it up and letting it out evenly, this was going to need guidance, something like the creature of the Darkness to teach him how.

Eventually Tol put his search to the side, he felt a pull to know what lie on Korriban, to know what powers could be his, and once he had the power, he’d get back what was his, and lay waste to those whom thought to hold him prisoner.

As his small vessel approached Korriban, he was signalled by the planet seeking identification, at the same moment his ships sensors alerted him to targeting arrays having him locked. Tolrain identified himself and his vessel, and before he could explain any further his encounter and direction, he was instructed to land and given coordinates, as if he was expected. He proceeded to the location, with caution, the closer he got, the more he was feeling the waves of darkness, much like that he experienced from his encounter with the creature, but on a larger scale.

Landing his small vessel, he retracted the canopy and stood, gathering his weapons and arming himself. Since the encounter on Saijo, Tol had gathered more weapons to secret about his body, small blades and a wrist blaster hidden in the folds of his coat sleeves, the brawl in the cantina teaching him a valuable lesson in close quarters fighting. He jumped down from the vessel and looked around, he could see a couple of beings approaching him, though he was distracted by the feeling of darkness and how it was almost intoxicating, it was as if he could taste it as he breathed the air.

The pair were getting close now, Tol could hear them talking between themselves, though not what they said, they both looked to be human, one male and one young female, they stopped several feet away from him, perhaps they were delegates to welcome him, he though with a smug grin.

The male stepped forward and spoke, “I quite like your fighter there, don’t suppose you’ll give it to me.” The girl behind him chuckled quietly and the man gave her a quick glance over his shoulder, “I dare say you won’t need it much longer.”

Before Tol could even utter a query, he felt same presence of hate suddenly rise that he’d felt from the Darkness on Saijo, instinctively he managed to summon his own anger, and perhaps fear, to release at the pair as he felt the man push his wave of hate towards Tol. In a clash of force the two attacks met and rebounded outwards, sending all three skidding backwards, luckily Tol was already up against his vessel and while the other two were forced back and stunned in confusion, apparently they were not expecting him to be able to respond with similar power, relying on incredibly fast reflexes Tol drew several of his hidden blades and hurled them at the pair, the man managing to avoid one and take another in his shoulder, while the young girl took two directly to the chest, she lay gasping for air on the floor, the male backing away slowly, gripping the blade embedded in his shoulder.

Tol then noticed that others had appeared, watching what had transpired. Not knowing what would happen next, he took up a defensive position with his back against his fighter, a hand on each of his vibroblades.

 

[Orphen]

Snikch felt a familiar presence in the force, something he hadn't felt for a while, though he never forgot a scent. And so eagerly he followed it. Bringing him to the starport of the temple on Korribahn. There he saw a woman fall with two knives in her chest he smiled, he'd spent the last year studying the ways of the dark side, as well as training, and switching from one master to another yet again. The life of an acolyte was hard work 99% of the time. But it was worth it in the end.

As the man came at him Snikch could feel the power of the darkside well up deep within him, whatever this acolyte was about to release, was going to be bad. Snikch focused hard, mental friction coursing through his mind as he focused on the Acolyte his eyes burned as he focused through them. beginning to strain and show the signs of colour change. The man would begin to sweat mysteriously as he turned around, his skin going dry, cracking, splitting, and he would let out a harrowing scream as he suddenly and spontaniously ignited into flame in a dark and agonising manner.

Walking out into the open the people would begin to clear, they had seen this a thousand times over... Snikch followed the oldest of ways with the sith. And disagreed much with the current order of the Sith, at least the way things were run.

Welcome to Korribahn, how long has it been, must have been a year now Acolyte... he said folding his hands into his sleeves. Looking up at him with his glowing yellow eyes. You may or may not remember me, without the cloak of shadows... I assume you're here to finally learn our ways... But I trust you will be amongst the living by the end of your training. And not the dead... come, I'll show you around.

Snikch began to walk in the directions of the halls of this place. They were Great, gothic, and expansive. Seemingly streaching eternally out in every direction from the heart of the building that was the port.​

 

[Kazuma]

Tol was backed up hard against his fighter, scanning the crowd for any further threats, when he noticed the man, blade still buried in his shoulder, had started coming toward him again, Tol felt something changing in the air, the man had an increasingly disturbing look on his face as he approached. When suddenly he halted his advance, his eyes wide and began to scream a horrendous sound, right before he burst into flame, Tol flinched back ever so slightly.

As the crowd began to disperse a lone figure came forward, towards Tol, it greeted him and as Tol looked down into the yellow eyes, he recognised the voice, but surely it couldn’t be. Then he spoke of a cloak of shadows, and wait a minute, he had called Tol an Acolyte, then something about living through training. But foremost in Tol’s mind, this was the Darkness, and he was walking away from him towards the ancient looking expanse of buildings.

Tol gave quick jog to catch up, “You’re the one from Saijo,” he paced alongside the small figure, and even though he still held resentment for what was done to him, he was going to get the power he craved, “You've got it right, I’m here to learn your ways, I want to know how you manipulated me, I want that power.”

“And you’ll be damned sure I’m going to live through whatever you throw at me, I did on Saijo, and I put down one cur just before.” He looked around as they walked, others watching them, some with indifference, some with feral stares of hunger, all sorts of beings. Turning back to the one he followed, “so where do we start, what happens now?”

Though even with the tough talk, as they walked and got closer to the giant structures, Tol felt a touch of trepidation.

 

[Orphen]

Snikch, the rather petite creature known to many as the Jawa. Looked up at him, with a slight smile he began to move down the many halls, talking as he went.

Well, to be honest i was sent on a mission to recruit you by one of my superiors. Manmipulating you was quite the easy part, but i'll give you your first and only warning about the learning curve of this place, if you can't keep up, you're left in the dust.

He said turning a corner before turning to face him.

The first thing you'll need to do is find a master, unfortunatly I do not hold the rank to train you myself, or else i probably would. Making a lightsaber will be your first and foremost concern, otherwise you will not be able to defend yourself against the random attacks that occur often here.

Turning again on his heel and moving down the corridoors, showing him to the Sith library, as well as the training rooms, the dorms, as well as outside. Before finally walking out onto a balcony and turning to face him once again.


This place will hone your skills, your mind, your body, in any way you want it to. My powers have been tailored to assassination, more than battle. Seek out whatever master you wish, they keep an eye out for hopefulls. You did well to strike out at those two, but you did it a little too late. Lethal force is the only force here... speeking of the force...

He handed him a holocron which would teach him and lead him through the basic histories of the Sith, as well as the principles of the columns and the Dark side of the force.

This will teach you the basics, as i see it, there is also a holocron in the library for lightsaber construction... This should be enough to keep you busy for the next few weeks. he chuckled.

 

[Kazuma]

Tolrain followed the Jawa, as it seemed he was, as he moved through the halls of the complex, explaining to Tol how he was targeted to be recruited and what he was put through was, the easy part, apparently. His resentment for the treatment at this Jawa’s hands grew, but he masked it well.

He was advised he would need a master and to obtain a lightsaber, he had no idea how he was going to do that, “Very well, it is unfortunate you are not able to take one for training, I would be eager to learn your methods of manipulation.” He pondered for a moment as he followed the little creature, “Where am I supposed to find materials to make a lightsaber?”

He stopped as they walked through the halls of the library, it was gloomy, but the wealth of knowledge was endless, or at least seemed that way. There would have to be texts on just about anything he needed in there. Realising he had fallen behind, he jogged quickly to catch up as they continued through the training rooms where he witnessed brutal lessons in combat, hearing lightsabers whirl and clash, screams of pain and howling war cries, he steeled his mind to it, he’d be in there soon enough, he promised himself. The dorms were rather tame, though he wondered if he would be allocated one or have to fight for the right to one.

As they stood on the balcony, he barley paid attention to the view as he pondered what he would do and how he would do it, listening to the Jawa’s words, “From what I witnessed as we walked, I have no doubt it will hone any and all of my skills. Though I have no idea what role I would be suited, I guess after I find a master that will be decided.” He grinned at the little Jawa, “I shall certainly focus on pre-empting any future threat, then reacting on it sooner, without hesitation, eh?”

Tol inspected the holocron handed to him, listening to the Jawa explain what it was, he made a mental note, he’d need somewhere safe to go over all this information. Looking back to the little creature, “You know, I never got your name, and how will I find you after we part ways? I get the feeling one needs allies in this place...”

 

[Orphen]

Snikch looked at him and smiled, he had a lot to think about, and even more to begin doing, first and foremost was finding his master. Though on the note of manipulation... Perhaps even as an acolyte he could give him a couple of pointers. Aside from the likes of Oonoo, he hadn't seen powerful users of empathy amongst the users of the Dark side. Not to say they weren't there...

The little trick i used there was a combination of seeing through the entity knows as the force, as well as a power known as Empathy, which allows you to decipher emotions, and even empart your own onto them. I'm somewhat a master of my own emotions, though on the note of that... encounter, Dont take it too personally, there's no better way to demonstrate the power of the Dark side, than to have it used on you... and the same was done to me...

He said looking at him somewhat rather seriously. His Tail unwrapping from his waist, as it began to wave around his feet, not touching the ground, though it felt good for him to be balanced properly again, the prosthetic tail was no wider than a handspan, and almost six feet in length, ending in a wicked point, no more than a molecule wide at the very tip.

As for being allies, sure, i'll help you out, i have a reciever you can contact me on, or you can leave a holo message of the like. I shouldn't be far behind if you need me. Though, and this wil make you mad, NOONE, here, aside from your master, will help you as much as i have, the only reason I have, is because i feel you are not a threat. Nor will you ever be. Though don't be mad at me, be only mad at yourself for that, because only you can turn that anger into a weapon.

Snikch waited for a reply, though he should leave soon, as well as him looking for a master, If snikch were only a few months on, and a crusader. He would have been able to take him on as an apprentice, and he would have liked that. Though, unfortunatly this wasn't the case.

Once you've mastered, or become adept at the basics, contact me, and perhaps i'll let you in on my training. I could use a sparring partner.
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[Kazuma]

Tol paid close attention as his guide described the powers of Empathy, thinking on his own control of emotions, which were nearly nonexistent, he wasn’t sure this would be the path for him, but he’d seen what power his anger could bring, so he’d damn sure give it a try.

Watching the tail again appear from behind the little Jawa and begin to sway, Tol listened and understood that no others except the master he found would help him as much as this one had, and from what Tol had seen since arriving here, he believed every word. He was told he was no threat, and although this made his blood boil, he again understood, “Perhaps, I am of no threat now, and perhaps between us, I will never need to be, but I will learn and grow my power and I will become a threat to any who stand in my way.” Tol grinned down to the little Jawa.

“I will be in contact then, when the time is right and I have progressed, until then, I dare say it is time to depart. I should now, somehow, find a master and craft my weapon, it seems.”

Tol inclined his head to the Jawa, turned on his heel and walked back through the halls, he wasn’t sure where he’d find a master, but he’d begin his search immediately.

 

[Orphen]

Snikch stopped for a second then looked back to him... realising what he may have done that was wrong. No, he was good enough for this... turning back to him he looked up. Walking over he created an empathic link with him and began to channel a very very specific kind of anger so he could feel it.

You're angry a lot Tol... I can give you an edge with what is tet to come... I need to ask you, what is fire? And lightning? ... He paused for a second allowing him to answer before he would say wether he was correct or not. Friction. I'm going to give you a blade here that you will NEED, though, i've done this only once before so bear with me. I am going to MAKE you use a power... I am going to MAKE you angry... but a very specific kind of angry... i want you to close your eyes and focus on your hands... anger is power... you will learn that, you already know it... remember to you moving things with the help of your hands and your body. It's that kinda focus, well it up in your hands and then release it at the wall beside you... are you ready? After a while he began to focus on the exact breed of anger that brought up lightning... began to install it through the emotional link. Electricity began to well up in snikchs' hands...

Anger is like friction, you make it, increase it, and you can make lightning, with frustration fire. With fury raw force and with Hate, more power than you could imagine. Feel the anger in your blood, your blood is like a circut, channeling the power, feel your blood to your fingers, let it spark at your fingertips, and rest in your palms... feel it grow, and grow, and grow, until you cannot contain it... then in one fell swoop aim and LET IT OUT! Snikch fired the lightning at the wall, With the empathic link up, Tol would feel every emotion, and be not only lead through the skill by words, but the emotional process would be relayed step by step. The feelings, the effects of snikch performing it would act like guidelines.

But at the same time, his force sensitivity would play a part. Emotions were different to force sensitives. One way or another the lightning would come from his hands, it was just wether or not he could control it.