To Dwell on the Past(Training of Lashiel Anshin Savantus)

[Максим]

The training chambers were dark, the scent of death and torture engulfed the room. The room was not like the ones that were located on different planets. They relied on torches rather than electrical appliances. Aside from the look of it, the hall was empty. The only living things within, were himself and his thoughts(If you would count such as living). Lashiel leaned up against the wall, waiting for his master to come and instruct him on the ways of the Sith.

 

[Rev]

His form moved quick, though his pace was slow. Never slowing or speeding up each step was the same as the previous, never straying from the path. His eyes were focused on the doors that lay in front of him, taunting him in a way. Within seconds those taunting objects were mere feet away and a Force push easily moved them aside. Looking into the dimly lit room some of the torches had managed to die out thanks to the wind forced in from the powerful blast. His eyes scanned the room slowly before stopping on the being that was leaning against the wall. His steps the same as before brought the Sith Knight to the center of the room, he paid no attention to the Acolyte that was out of his way. Closing his eyes he took in a deep breath, and simply waited...

 

[Emma Lou]

Maeva had liked the idea of a double training, but now she was starting to get a bit scared. She knew that this was just as much of a test for her as it was to their Acolyte. She entered the room and looked around. She saw Avare waiting and decided to go stand next to him. She had pulled her long hair up so it would not get in way of any exercises that were planned.

 

[Максим]

Standing before him where two figures, both appearing deeply engulfed in there own ways of the Sith teachings. This will be interesting. He thought to himself, standing off the wall to move himself in front of his new masters. Why two though? The thought had crossed his mind but, with this he will be able to get twice the training with less time. Though he might actually die from the physical and mental stress that is soon to come upon him.

Bowing his head he introduced himself to his new masters. "I am Lashiel Anshin Savantus. Las for short, if that means anything to you?" This will be a long day. He thought, standing patiently for his teachers' reply.

 

[Rev]

Avare' stayed silent, simply looking this one over, a cockiness was stricken through him, good. Crossing his arms and looking upwards, over the boy his form seemed large, intimidating, as it was. Making long paces towards the right he stared down at this child of the Sith, he would soon be a powerful tool to the Empire, a tool that would a tool that would obey it's master's every move. Though he would have a freedom only a squanderer could posess, complete and utter control over both himself and his enemies without a realization of it.

"We! I... do not care for what your name is shortened to... nor do I care your name! You have no friends here my Apprentice, and you will soon learn that... your greatest ally you will learn is yourself, and he alone!"

Walking around him slowly, as if a shark ready to sweep its pray from open water he stared through him. An often look he gave new Acolyte, they were often not worthy of his gaze, though maybe this one would prove different.

"Tell me, what is the true meaning of the Sith Code?"

 

[Максим]

He looked up at his master, watching him pace around him like a hungry wolf, waiting for the right moment to strike. Meaning of the Sith code?. Trying to remember when he had come across the words. He thought back to a time where he had come across a data pad that contained its words.

"Peace is a Lie, there is only passion... through passion I gain strength. Through strength I gain power... through power I gain victory... through victory my chains are broken! The Force shall free me. That is the code right?" he inquired, hoping not to be wrong before he got started, in fear of being decapitated or worse.

 

[Emma Lou]

Maeva scowled at him. He was not even sure if he knew the code right. What would a proper Sith do? she thought to herself. She felt anger flare up inside of her out of nowhere and she clutched his throat through the Force.

"You cannot come here and ask us if that is the proper code! You should know the code in your soul before you even set foot on Korriban!"

 

[Максим]

Clawing at his neck as he gasped for air. But no sound came out, knowing that his airway was completely blocked out. His eyes slowly turning red as each second past. Was it really his fault that he did not know the code, it was not something he had lived his life by, thus he never really was required to know its words...until now.

 

[Emma Lou]

She let go of his throat and crossed her arms.

"Now what does it mean to you?"

 

[Максим]

Falling to the floor, he held his chest, breathing deeply to restore the normal flow of oxygen to his deprived body. He wanted to kill for what she had done to him just now, But, he was no match for her...not yet. He had to wait until his training was done and after he had gained more experience with ways of the force.

He stood up and looked at his masters, still slowly taking deep breaths to regain his strength. "I think it means that as long is someone is passionate about a cause, peace will never exist because someone will always disagree. Emotions empower you and with focus you can gain a power in which none can tame. The force has no limits, and with focus neither will I."

 

[Rev]

Avare' lashed out at his choice of words, they were wrong, they were not of the Sith ways.

"Peace will never exist! It is impossible... no passion, no fight, and no person can bring about peace! It is a wretchid thing... Peace if for the weak, those who cannot fight for themselve wish for Peace... if it is peace you have come here to attempt to come to terms with, you have strayed down the wrong path!"

Forcing his hand out at Lashiel a surge of Lightning shot from the Sith Knight's hand directly at the Acolyte's thighs. The shock would be enough to send tremors throughout his body and send him to his knees, in a taunting, and endless pain.

"Passion is what fuels us! It is what seperates a Sith, from the weak... his or her passion will make them power... once you find your passion, once you can harnass your passion, you will be unstoppable! What is your passion young Acolyte?"

 

[Максим]

From the surging pain now released upon him, Lashiel fell to his knees. Biting his tongue, trying to suppress to urge to scream. But in these moments, he had asked himself the same question. What was his passion? Was it the feeling being in control for once, or was it something more.

"To end the wretched life of my father." He grabbed his thigh, trying to ease the pain out by applying pressure.

 

[Rev]

This passion came as a bit of a shock to Avare' odd how he would want his father dead, a past experience would inevitably give him his answer for this one. Pacing to the left then back to his original position he looked over at Maeva who seemed to stare into the emptiness of the room. His eyes would focus on the Acolyte before him.

"Why would this be your passion? Why would slaying the one who brought you into this galaxy be your greatest goal...?"

 

[Emma Lou]

((You guys can go ahead and post. There isn't much for me to do. He asked you a question))