A New Order

[Victor Akani]

The Sith

After Centuries if war, pain and worst of all Destruction they had finally perfected the art. Perfected the Order. The Jen'ari. The Sith Imperial's. They all had one thing in common. They had created an new order that did not involve killing each other. The Sith we're back and there wasn't a damn thing anyone could do about it. Today, Denerian marched through "The Intaragator" with relative ease. He couldn't ignore his new apprentice. It was his duty as a Master and more importantly as a Darth to teach his young one the ways of the Force.

@Avery Regallis

 

[AvRe]

[SIZE=11pt]Avery was in his training room. During the first few days abroad the Interrogator, he noticed one vital thing was missing… a place to perfect his craft. It took weeks but it was finally finished. He now had a place to practice and train as much as he wanted, instead of dancing around his room, destroying it in the process. It was a large, expansive room, complete with saber training droids, blaster target droids, and many mock weapons, including blasters, Vibro-blades, slug-throwers, and one clone wars era Eletro-staff that came from Avery’s personal collection.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Avery had just finished dueling six saber droids and was now meditating. He wasn’t very good at sith mediation. You had to isolate your anger, fears, and frustrations, two of which Avery didn’t have. He wasn’t particularly afraid of anything, he was never very frustrated, but anger… That was a different story. He always kept some anger for past, be it his teens, childhood,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]or later life as an assassin for hire. He felt it wasn’t the life he was promised. He wasn’t born to slit throats or channel his anger, he thought he shouldn’t even be here. But he couldn't control fate, never could, never will.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]His comm-link started to beep. “Sir, Lord Denerian has arrived.” Avery got up and turned to the large blast door of the training room. He waited.[/SIZE]

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