A Newbie To The Force

[James Maar]

James' eyes lit up as he looked at the walls around him. The halls in which he walked through were completely silent except for the echoing footsteps that belonged only to him and his guide. He was to be brought to a training room, in which he would be taught how to wield the force, as well as a weapon. James had no idea what this meant. He had learned only a year ago that he had special powers. Now he was taken away from his family and brought here to learn how to use his new found powers. He only just arrived at the academy the day before.

He continued to follow the guide, and could see the amount of work put into decorating the inside of this glorious temple. He grew up in the slums of Coruscant, and never stepped foot in a building half this opulent. He was almost saddened when they reached their destination because he wouldn't be able to gape at the beauty of the temple any longer. The guide pointed toward a pair of doors and looked at him almost as if he was scared while saying "In there my lord."

For a second James thought that he didn't hear the man right. Why would he be called lord? He was only 11 and a half. He was too shy to reply to the man, so he simply walked up to the doors and let them open. Instantly, blinding light hit his face from the window in the ceiling above. When his eyes adjusted he noticed a fairly scary man standing in the center of the room watching him.

[member="Darth Vindica"]

 

[Marcus Faust]

He hadn't expected him to be so young. When Vindica had been told of a potential apprentice he imagined a man or woman in their late teens or early twenties, that's how they usually came, but no, he'd been given a child. Where some would be disappointed, Vindica was pleased, younger apprentices were easier to mold, and if brought up correctly, far less likely to try and bury a knife in your back. "What is your name, boy?"

The question would hang in the air as the masked Sith Lord looked down upon the child's diminutive figure, contemplating how he would go about training him. Surely Vindica would not shower him in kindness like some Jedi, but he would not take the route his own master had, torturing him and so on. James would be pushed beyond his limits, yes, but Vindica would not inflict pain for pain's sake, the child would have plenty of scars without that already by the time he left Vindica's tutelage.

[member="James Maar"]

 

[James Maar]

James took a small step back when the monster spoke to him. How could a man look so inhuman. James' voice was trembling when he spoke "My name is... James" He didn't feel like speaking to this man. Somehow this place, everything around him, started feeling like a dream. This wasn't real. The man before him couldn't be real. James had never seen someone as pale as this man. He had never seen anyone with eyes as malicious as the pair watching him now. He could see the anger within them. Why was he forced to be with this man.

James avoided the chilling gaze of the pale skinned man in front of him. Instead he took comfort in admiring the cold stone walls of the room around him. He enjoyed looking at the architecture of the building that he was in. It took his mind off of the task at hand, and more importantly, the evil man in front of him.

[member="Darth Vindica"]

 

[Marcus Faust]

"Why are you here, James?" He questioned, peering down on the boy who was obviously terrified. The dark side and constant war left his appearance on the rather less pleasing side, and his mask which he typically wore was no better, in fact likely worse. Fear was powerful, and if used correctly the only weapon one would ever need. In time [member="James Maar"] would learn this in more. Already he had dreams of the boy becoming a Hand of the Dark Lord in his mind, fueling him with pride. The boy would soon be something to see, or rather to not see. Regardless, Vindica expected a great many things.

 

[James Maar]

Jame's continued to tremble. He didn't like this man, and he was giving off a strong presence of anger despite his calm appearance. James spoke again, but much softer than before. "I was taken here by men. They... they told me that I would never see my parents again. Is that true?" James had a great look of sadness on his face when he spoke. His fear was that the man in front of him would confirm this fact.

[member="Darth Vindica"]

 

[Marcus Faust]

"No." Vindica began harshly, as he looked down at the boy, feeling a pang of sympathy for the child. One day, Vindica would likely let the boy see his parents, but right now he wanted to see the so called 'potential' the child had. So of course the Sith Lord toyed with the boys emotion, to see him unleash the pain he was feeling. Pain was powerful, that had been the first lesson he'd been taught, but as [member="James Maar"] would learn, physical pain was nothing compared to that which the mind inflicted on itself. But such pain and sorrow wielded results.

 

[James Maar]

A relief washed over James like a shower of rain. The man in front of him seemed a lot less scary when he had heard this. James took a couple steps forward. He still didn't know what he was doing their. He only heard two men mention that he was to learn the force. James could only assume the force was that special power of his. "So... what are we doing now?" James, being the child that he was, got impatient and wanted to do something.

[member="Darth Vindica"]