The Aspiring Newcomer

[Tzeentch]

The Will of the Force, a massive ship that hung above the planet of Typhon and a mobile sanctuary for the New Jedi Order. This was where Jedi, young and old, were taught the ways of combat and how to wield Lightsabers.

Within a modest and spacious room aboard the leviathan, a figure stood at its entrance, its gloved hand gliding across the wall slowly, as if memorizing the patterns it may have had. The figure let loose a silent breath, and pulled himself away and moved towards the center of the spacious room, of which was one of the countless training rooms located on the ship.

When the figure reached the center, the dim light managed to display very little of its features. It was difficult to decipher the individual's gender, as the hooded, gray cloak made it difficult to do so and casted a shadow over its face. What the light did reveal, however, was the massive object on the person's back, which was covered in bandages.

All except for the end, which turned out to be a two-foot long hilt of something, with the bandaged portion being about six-feet.

Whatever the object was, it was approximately eight-feet long, a large object for someone of 5'9 to be carrying.

The person's shaded eyes, a radiant, yet guarded, blue with a tint of gray, scanned the surrounding darkness once again. Satisfied, a hand emerged from the cloak, revealing a strangely clothed arm, with markings etched into the dark colored material. The hand grasped the base of the hilt and with one swift movement, drew it from the figure's back, the bandages still wrapped around the thing.

Letting loose another breath, the figure seemed to go into motion, the object its weapon. The shadow cast by the figure from the dim light above seemingly danced across the bare floor, the individual's steps quick and precise, as were steady strikes from the unknown item. One thing was obvious to anyone who would stumble across this session, however...

This person was not using its full potential.

So, the figure continued its 'dance' in the dimly lit while it waited for the one that would be its tutor. . .

Spoiler: OOC

My first Training Thread in my first Major Faction with my first Jedi that shall be taught by my first Tutor.

This may be fun.

The Master/Knight was already decided on, so now it is up to him to post sometime later.

Cheers, Comrades! A new Jedi Padawan has appeared!

 

[Matt]

''Why do all my padawan's hate using there lightsabers, tis very odd that I seem to get the more eccentric members of our padawan class. Maybe it's a reflection on me or something, ha!'

Christian more or less just answered his own question he realised as he walked through the belly of the will of the force having a conversation to himself, he beamed at the various people who walked through the will of the force, some seemingly a bit startled to have a Jedi Knight smiling at them with such warmth but why the not? They were such wonderful ladies and gentlemen who were so superb at there jobs.

Here he was, the training room that had been chosen for his padawan and him. He knocked once before slowly opening the door to reveal a very dark room with a single person in the centre, he himself was a interesting sight but what he was wielding was even more impressive. So this was the sword he had heard about.

''My dear fellow, that is a most impressive sword indeed!''

 

[Tzeentch]

The moment an unfamiliar voice echoed throughout the empty room, the bandaged object and its owner went still in the middle of the slow motions. The figure stood straight, the hood of the cloak turning towards the man who had entered and seemingly nodded in gratitude. The hand wielding the object, one that Christian had believed a sword, twirled the thing around and placed it back upon the cloaked person's back.

The individual turned to the man fully and studied him for a few moments, the dim lighting hiding any expression, as was the gray hood that cast a shadow over the figure's face...

"Are you my Master?"

A young and smooth, yet neutral and guarded voice rang out from the cloaked figure. The question was a rather obvious one. However, to some it was a very important one, no matter how pointless it seemed. . .

 

[Matt]

''I am your Master yes but please call me Christian.''

Christian moved across the room slowly taking in the surroundings before he sat himself gently on the floor. He gave his new padawan a long searching look with a gentle smile playing across his face, he didn't want the young man thinking it was a negative look but more an apprising look to try and ascertain the type of person he was.

''Sit down my friend and tell me about yourself, I have read your file in detail but I want to know who you truly are. Your hopes, fears and what you want to learn from myself besides the basics. Don't go into too much detail as I don't need to know your eating habits or anything like that!''

He said this with a smile offering his padawan a place on the floor opposite him.

 

[Tzeentch]

The hooded face seemed to nod, but the small frown that could be seen in the dim light; this person was the Master, his Tutor, and he wanted to be called by his name? This was something the individual had not seen or heard before, seeing as the Branch demanded absolute respect.

That was practically drilled into the cloaked person's mind.

The person's hands reached up and pulled down the hood, revealing a young man with silver hair, blue eyes, and a neutral expression. He took a seat in the center of the room, his own eyes searching the man in front of him just as he did himself.

"My name is Nier of Branch Licht, Dantooine. I am 20 years of age and a Swordsman. My goal is to prove myself to my Branch that I am fit to be a leader, no matter how they view me. I came to the Jedi in hopes of controlling... something; something I feel uncomfortable speaking of to anyone I do not fully trust."

The young man, Nier, spoke with a neutral voice throughout his small and somewhat vague introduction. However, it grew much more guarded as he mentioned the reasons of joining the Jedi.

Nier meant to offense, and had no hostile intentions, but some things were only revealed to those that you trusted the most. Even then it was a risk for those with secrets.

 

[Matt]

''I see, I see. Well my good man you must fully trust me if you wish this to be a relationship of fulfillment for both of us. A Jedi teaching another from the order truly learns as much from those he teaches as they do, so you must share with me details you believe are important. I can assure you I won't sell your secrets or tell other Jedi, sadly there isn't enough money in selling Padawan's secrets anymore!''

He said this with a smile and a wink but he felt his message had hopefully got across, it wasn't about being nosy or anything but it was more the fact his padawan had put such a massive emphasis in his words that christian felt he had to know.

 

[Tzeentch]

Nier focused solely on the man seated across from him. His Master made valid points; one could not come to full fruition without trust, that was something he understood... As much as he did not wish to speak of it so soon, when a superior wanted to know something, he was compelled to tell that superior.

Feeling compelled to answer a superior, Nier put on a blank face as he brought out his right arm from inside the cloak and took off his glove, showing a heavily bandaged hand.

". . . Branch Licht, for as long as its history was recorded, has had a Virus that plagued few individuals. This Virus is something that alters in lethality with time, yet never has someone died from it. My people call it. . ."

By this time, Nier had taken off the sleeve that was on his arm as well, showing that even the entirety of his arm was bandaged just as heavily as his hand, if not more so. He had also begun taking the bandages off of his hand, but stopped just before the flesh could be revealed, and looked the man.

". . . We call this Virus the Scrawl."

Even as he stated this, he did not pull off the last of the bandages covering his hand. Something he would not do unless ordered to do so, or if it was to show someone that was close and trustful; not that the Master was not trustful, but he did not know enough to make any judgment.

Even if his face was blank, and his eyes guarded, on the inside he could feel the creeping edge of, for a lack of a better word, fear. This was something that only his family knew of, and now it was something that this man, his Master, knew of, albeit only a little, if anything at all.

 

[Matt]

Christian sat there taking in everything his padawan was saying, well he most certainly hadn't expected that but he took it all in with a serene look across his face. He very much doubted his new padawan wanted to see various looks moving across his face as he listened, not exactly a nice way of giving information when the person receiving it looked like a complete fool!

''I see I see. So you are infected with this virus? If so does it cause you discomfort? Is it contagious to others?''

 

[Tzeentch]

Nier nodded slightly, his left hand still grabbing the last of the bandages of his right hand. He look towards the entrance of the room, and momentarily willed through the Force and closed the door, his left hand raised.

Letting loose a sigh through his nose, Nier looked back at the Master, "The Scrawl is hereditary, and is not contagious to anyone not of the Licht. However, it is an incredibly rare Virus that usually appears on a single person every few generations..."

He took his eyes off the man seated across from him and set them on his bandaged arm before continuing, "At least, that was the theory. The Scrawl has been appearing more and more recently, until it has been afflicting someone per generation." Nier looked back at the man across from him, eyes no longer neutral, but more of a hollow one, "I am the bearer of the Scrawl of this generation."

"As I had stated before, it is something that changes in lethality at random, but no one has actually died from the Scrawl. They have.. died by... other means." The young man breathed in and out for a few moments before stating one last thing...

"If you so order me, I will undo the bandaging covering my arm to show you the Scrawl. I believe that you would find it.. disturbing.. however." Nier stared dead on at Christian, face hardened.

 

[Matt]

Bloody hell was probably the most apt thing that Christian had running through his head, a eruption of emotions was going around in his brain but main one was of complete pity for his padawan, the man was so young and yet to have such a horror hanging over him was not right and was truly something that no person in the galaxy should have to worry about or live with....But he would help him, there was no doubt of that in christian mind, he would help him with every fiber he had.

''Trust me my friend, I once saw a Wookiee lap dancer on Coruscant. There is absolutely nothing you can show me that will make me blanch or run from this door and threw myself out of an air lock. I am your Master now and we have no secrets my friend''

 

[Tzeentch]

Nier's brows furrowed in a moment of curiosity. Having recently left his home planet of Dantooine and not knowing much about the galaxy other than what news his Amaran friend brought him, she had not mentioned a Wookie before, so he did not know what creature that was.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, he took a deep breath and pulled away the bandage, letting the rest fall off until the middle of his forearm. In doing so, it revealed the black colored runes that continuously glided across the flesh of his arm, never stopping, and always moving in random patterns. However that was not the disturbing part, in Nier's own opinion about the Scrawl.

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The Scrawl. [OOC: The only picture I could find of this thing]​

The disturbing part was that the moment he undid the last of his specially crafted bandages, pulses of an energy could be felt, although only by Force-Sensitive creatures and individuals. The pulsating energy, however, was weak enough not to go beyond the walls of the room, but...

Most people who could feel this energy and make it out would relate it to one thing...

The Dark Side of the Force.

 

[Matt]

''Dantooine has always been a strange planet, the old Jedi Order had an outpost there thousands of years ago but from what the order now knows there has always been something of the dark side there. This must have something to do with your illness as I can feel the Dark side coming off that, it's very perplexing indeed.''

Christian stood up quickly and walked towards the distant window, he looked out at the stars for a moment as the basis of a plan began to formulate in his mind but it would need some tinkering and a bit more thought.

''Ok, we will go back to Dantooine as I feel the key to your problem lies there, cool it a hunch based on absolutely nothing but I generally feel those are the best to follow! However, before we go I must know what you can do so show me that rather impressive device you were using when I came in my friend''

 

[Tzeentch]

As Christian spoke of his homeworld, Nier was putting the bandaging back on, which quelled the energy to next to nothing, just as it was before he took them off. When the Master mentioned that there may be something on Dantooine that could be the key to the Virus, he solemnly shook his head.

"While my ancestors have found an ancient ruin that radiated with Dark Energy, they have searched and excavated it for anything that could be a link to the Scrawl. After decades of searching, they finally found something; a single chamber that held a pedestal. However, it was empty, and nothing could be found for the many centuries of searching. The chamber did possess ancient runes along the walls, similar to those of the Scrawl, but they are of a lost dialect." The young man sighed silently, his eyes losing the guarded look as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

Looking up, he turned his gaze at the man next to the window, "It would also be pointless to head to Dantooine, as whatever was held within that room was most likely brought offworld or destroyed, probably by those you would call the Sith."

A small, hollow chuckle rumbled in his throat, "Besides, I am currently in Self-Exile until I can prove that I can control the Scrawl. That is why I came here."

Nier, mind clouded in dark thoughts, was shaken out of it when Christian mentioned the large object. He blinked a few times, before a small smile worked its way on his face, which was quickly crushed under the persona of neutrality. He grabbed the gray hilt of the oversized object and lifted it off his back with ease as he stood up, and begun to unwrap the large bandages from its form.

"This is my weapon, my companion, and my friend. I crafted it myself at age sixteen with the aid of my father."

By this time, Nier was standing next to Christian at the window, his hand holding the newly revealed blade towards him.

The blade, at total, stood at a massive eight-feet, including the hilt, which was two-feet itself. The metal of the blade, the hilt, and the pommel were all gray in color, while the guard was black. In the light of the stars, one could notice that the weapon did not reflect light, and if one were to look closely, they could see old bloodstains splattered across the gray and bolted blade.

 

[Matt]

''I see, I see. Well maybe we can find a sith and ask him, I'm sure there is a Sith in the Galaxy who will stop long enough from killing us to have a look at your illness!''

He chuckled as he looked over the blade Nier had just brought out, it was to be frank absolutely huge and dwarfed the both of them. It must have been light or it would of been completely unwieldy and useless, but before he asked about the blade he had to ask something more important after Nier's words.

'Tell me my friend, you have come here with this strange illness, a blade the size of a wookiee and I can feel a great confusion in you. What made you seek out the Jedi? Do you wish to find peace my friend because that is a reason to be here or did you come here merely to find a cure? I hope you don't think me being rude or abrupt but this is very important my friend''

 

[Tzeentch]

Nier cast his eyes out towards the numerous stars and the planet below. From what little he knew of the Jedi, he would believe them to be an honorable organization that followed the Light Side of the Force, while the Sith were ruthless and harnessed the Dark Side.

Voice completely serious and full of determination, the young man said only one thing in response to the man next to him, "There is no cure. There is only one way to rid oneself of the Scrawl, and that is Death. As long as the affliction exists, so will the Scrawl, so there will never be Peace for those that bear it."

Without turning his head, Nier's blue eyes went to Christian's own, "I do not seek freedom from the Virus, no matter what memories it brought upon me. No...

I seek to control it."​

He lifted his right arm in front of him, his hand clenched into a tight fist. "That is the only option I have if I want to keep the Scrawl at bay; this Virus is something of the Force, and only someone afflicted that can fully use the Force has a chance."

Nier looked back at Christian, his jaw clenched, "I am the first one with the Scrawl to leave Dantooine, and chances are I will be the only one that would willing to do so and have the ability to harness the Force..."

His voice was filled with finality, "That is why I came to you."

 

[Matt]

''But being a Jedi is about so much more then controlling the force. Despite everything that happens with battles across our history we are about helping people. We serve those that cannot help themselves and attempt to make this galaxy a better place. We do not always succeed but we do our best and that is all anyone can ask''

Christian spoke these words passionately, some in the Order thought Christian a bit too aloof and laid back but he spoke these words passionately, he truly loved being a Jedi.

''Do you believe that if I train you that you can do all those things? Do you believe you can help people despite the darkness I feel within you now?''

 

[Tzeentch]

Nier set his blade in front of him, his hand gripping the hilt as the bladed edge embedded itself into the floor with horrifying ease. Letting loose a quick sigh, he thought deeply about his chances and his choices, and one could tell how deeply he was thinking just by the look in his eyes, which moved from imaginative plans and schematics.

He closed his eyes for a minute, and finally snorted and let a smirk inch onto his face as he looked at the Jedi next to him, a brow slightly raised and uttered something in an attempt at a humored tone.

"I am going to assume that if I join this Order fully, the choice of try will no longer be available?"

His path, for now, was obvious; he would follow the teachings of the Jedi to the best of his abilities, even more so if they were corresponding to his own.

 

[Matt]

Christian smiled and clapped his hands together, he moved a way from the window and into the centre of the room.

''Ok, bring that rather large weapon over here and we can begin your training, now in regards to your weapon there is nothing in the Jedi code that forbids Jedi from using unconventional weapons but you must have a lightsaber because it is a symbol of our order but that is for a later day. So what style do you employ when using the blade? Do you make it up or is it something taught like a technique?''

 

[Tzeentch]

Nier blinked slowly; a style? He guessed one could call it that. In thought, the young man walked towards the center of the room, "The Branch has aspiring warriors learn their own style in the midst of conflict, with each individual's style different from eachother. This was due to the fact that each one must forge their own weapon." Nier tilted his head towards the monstrosity that was his blade, "This was my creation, Vergessenheit."

"My style, as one could call it, consists of a series of fast and powerful strikes, designed to cleave through multiple bodies in one swing..." Nier never noticed his right hand twitch... "As well as using the ample space of the hilt to quickly block or deflect strikes that I would not be able to retaliate with the actual blade in time."

If the blade were a living creature, or possessed a spirit, it probably would have hummed in content at its owner's explanation, "This blade is, as you may have already decided on, meant for killing, not disabling." The young man looked up at the Jedi, "Vergessenheit is very capable of tearing off the limbs of combatants, disabling them. Chances are however, that the maimed individual will die soon after."

With one arm, Nier lifted the blade with his right arm, and allowed it to land on his shoulder, sending small vibrations through the floor he stood on as he looked at his Master, before realizing something...

Staring at the pommel of Vergessenheit, he slowly stated, "It may be possible for me to knock someone out without harming them too badly, however..."

 

[Matt]

'And a Jedi should not strike to kill, a jedi should always be above such things as we try to enforce peace using the least force necessary. It would be very hypocritical of the Order to proclaim themselves as peacekeeper if we went to war willingly, no?'

He brought out his own blade which he activated with a flourish before bringing it down to his side in a classic Makashi stance.

''One of the symbols of the Jedi order is the lightsaber, it is a elegant weapon and a deadly one also. Your Blade is an impressive thing and I would not want to take that away from you, as that is a part of who you are. However, during a Jedi's training a padawan must learn how to build a lightsaber as it teaches much more then you would think, here have a look and tell me what you think but don't scratch it! Ha!''

He tossed his blade across the room for his padawan to catch, he wanted him to feel the saber and take in everything it was, it was a truly symbolic thing in many ways.