A Blast From The Past

[Stephanie Swail]

Outside the Sith Academy


Asterion stood, his back to the mighty Academy, and took time to explore his power and his blade away from the others.

He was alone here amongst the One Sith, not that it bothered him, but he had chosen to find a new route that he would be suited for amongst others with his vision and power. He had spoken to the Sith known as Engel, and he seemed straight enough to be respected.

Standing amongst a large array of stone slabs of various heights, Asterion had his eyes closed and used the Force to navigate around the stones - high, low, up, down.

Not really out to prove anything to anyone, he was simply starting to see what his limitations where and then he would know where to go and who to find to make them mighty.




[member="Nickolas Imura"]

 

[Garza]

Training Academies were not always the best place for me to be. I was cold towards others. I knew it too. Some would come up taking me for some apprentice acting like he owned the place. Only when I would prove them wrong with my prowess in the lightsaber and force abilities. While I didn't have a plethora of abilities to choose from, I did have a high proficiency of those that I did know and practiced. Over the time when I had first became an apprentice to Cordel and even fought in duels and tournaments. Getting higher than expected. Defeating a Knight, and standing fairly close to being toe to toe with a Jedi Master. That in itself was a feat of what I could do. However, I didn't let it go to my head. No, I learned from it.

Every loss that I had, I learned from. And now I was a foe that would not easily be taken. I felt a sense of pride in that. Having the ability to preform more and more each time I went out. Soon, I knew, I would be on the verge of gaining powers that my brother once had control over. I wanted not to meet my brother, but surpass him to a point where I can make his Legacy my own.

That is why I was here. I was here to face others and learn more. To learn, is to gain experience, to gain is to survive, and to survive, is to thrive. I was at step one. I needed to learn. To do that, I needed to find someone who might present a challenge to me. One who would give me a run for my money. I held my double bladed lightsaber in my left hand. Hidden by the red glistaweb cloak that shimmered as though it were made of a dark flame. Intimidation was one of the ways I fought. Using fear and strength to overcome those who used it more often. Turn the tables on them, and to bring them to my feet.

As I looked around, I could see many with yellow training sabers as they clashed with one another. Red or crimson blades as they hummed in the air coming down on one another. But as I looked, I could see one man away from the rest. Simply standing there as though he was sleeping standing up. I cocked my head to the side as I walked over. A sense of Dja-vue washed over myself as I could see his face. Older, broader. And having a full beard that sporting as though he used to have lambchops. One name came to mind.

"Minotaur, Is that you?"

[member="Asterion"],

 

[Stephanie Swail]

One of the main issues Asterion could feel eating away at him, grating at his conscious, was the fact from having the galaxy before him as a playground, he was now without anything. With the sudden disappearance of Lady Kyros, Asterion became someone he was now regretting; rash, irrational and unpredictable. Whilst the majority of Sith were those things, the greater and more powerful ones were those who controlled their emotion to the point it became a weapon to use on those weaker than them.

Control was key, and without guidance and a burning hole of vengeance smouldering away inside his soul, there was a lot Asterion had to bury to move forward.

Standing in the Academy grounds was a strange, alien feeling. With no-one to call an ally, he was amongst others more powerful, and some weaker, then he, but who all had direction. Asterion was here on the whim of a Sith Lord who was obviously recruiting numbers for the One Sith, and he happened to be found by her.

To make a name for himself, to be more than just a number, he had to find the spark inside him once more to be the Minotaur; fearsome, powerful and mighty. A haunting image to make enemies fear his name and the symbology he represented.

Right now, he wasn’t anything at all. He was only memorable to possibly his former warriors of the forgotten Sith Order, and that didn’t instil the reputation he wanted. But almost on cue, he heard a voice that sounded familiar, using a term he hadn’t heard in many months. A small frown creased on his brow as his eyes opened, turning his head sideways to catch a glimpse of a figure dressed in red behind him.

”…Nickolas, right? Is that you?”

Facing him fully, he squinted one eye curiously and a small smile crept onto his face, the features of one he recognised vaguely standing before him. He walked slowly forward, rubbing the grains of stone and dust from his hands.

”Come to take me back to the Kyros I imagine.”


[member="Nickolas Imura"]

 

[Garza]

It took a second to see the man. Older and looking more, experienced? I had no clue on how to put it, but the man seemed to have a different aura around him. Even as so, I put my lightsaber on my belt as the man mentioned my name. Smiling I took a step forwards almost to greet him when he mentioned Kyros. I stopped dead in my tracks. I let my half way up arm fall back down and shook my head.

"No I am not." I turned around to look at others to make sure they didn't here the woman's name. You could never be too careful around here. "As much as I would have like to be doing that, I am not. I have had no word of her existence since after the Assassination we preformed." Back when both of us were Acolytes, we were given a task to kill diplomats on a planet and escape to start a civil war. However the plan did not work out like expected, we completed what we had to do. "The Sith here do not take kindly to others who are considered Rogues and are against the One Sith. Any Sith Faction against the Dark Lord is considered an enemy. And since the Lady was not all to fond of that idea, she is considered one, even if she may be long gone."

I spoke in almost a whisper as I told him that information. I then faked myself to cheer up so others around would see that we were old friends. "Nope, I am here with the One Sith. I came here to learn and explore the force. What about you Asterion?"

[member="Asterion"],

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Crossing his arms over his chest, Asterion stood still and listened to Nickolas speak, seeing his trepidation in talking too loud, making his emotion to obvious. It seemed even around those you wanted to fight alongside; you never really had an ally or total trust. It seemed the galaxy was making enemies of everyone, even your comrades if paranoia seeped into the relationship.

Nodding slowly at what he said, he smiled gently as the Sith returned to the more flamboyant welcome, warm and welcoming and not attracting much attention from anyone else around them.

”Well, she’s back. I don’t know from where or when, but I returned to Teth to seek answers and met nothing but hostility from Thyrian Ashborn, protecting her from me I guess.”

He kept his voice quiet as Nickolas did, but offered all he knew to his former ally.

”I don’t know what she’s building, or plotting, but I was having none of it. Not after being abandoned; you know that feeling. I lost contact with everyone, and just wandered to and from from all corners of this place looking for something I don’t even know what.”

Asterion shrugged; care-free and tired of arguing with his own brain.

”But she can do what she wants. I’ve not finished with her yet, not by a long shot. Right now though I guess that fate called me here through the Lord with, what was it, crimson skin, yellow décor over her face? I don’t know…Marin? Mierin? Well she got my here, now I’m just testing the water and hopefully will find a place to develop what was boiling away inside and become something of worth. Take the fight out there, you know?”

He indicated upwards to the skies above, thinking about what else was waiting for him beyond the stars.

”You working with anyone, you have anything you can talk about or are you just here for the short-term?”


[member="Nickolas Imura"]