A Thirst for Power ( Darth Naefas)

[Darth Zelane]

Zelane sat in a small room, meditating. His eyes were shut as he sat on the floor. He had been at the academy for a month, only two months before he had been trying to uphold Jedi Ideals. Now he was doing everything he could to return to the creature he was before the Jedi got they're hands on him.

@ Darth Naefas

 

[Tormax Tryte]

He walked into the room now that he had sensed the presence of @Darth Zalene. The being called himself a Darth when he was less than an Apprentice, it made him sick and he wouldn't hesitate to show that to the child.

"Get up. There is no time for that, weakling." He spat out, black tattoos upon his face granted upon his Knighting when the Sith Empire had fallen. They had been put upon him by his brother-in-arms Darth Avara, and there were also additional ones put that signified his ties to the One Sith.

He was a Sith, through and through, and he wouldn't have weakness in his ranks. Or boasted without proving it.

"Why are you here?"

[member="Darth Zelane"]

 

[Darth Zelane]

Zelane stood up quickly and stared at the Sith Lord defiantly.
"I am here to gain ultimate power, and to strike fear in the hearts of all who oppose me. I am here to learn the ways if the Sith, and destroy my enemies." He said. He could tell the Lord was displeased with him, such as calling himself a Darth. Something he did because it seemed right. After all, the ancient apprentice Darth Maul called himself Darth.

[member="Darth Naefas"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

"What do you call yourself? Darth what?" He asked with tone that actually seemed curious. It was a well veiled hatred and anger for the Apprentice. He would wait for his answer until he snapped upon him.

And he would do it without hesitation.

"If you try to lie, I will know." To emphasize his point, wild purple energy started to crackle at the edge of his finger tips and he clenched his fists and they got darker, and were more guided than just wildly licking up his arms. He was prepared to cast the lightning upon the Apprentice.

It mattered if he lied or told the truth.

[member="Darth Zelane"]

 

[Darth Zelane]

Zelane feared him not, he feared no pain, not anymore. Pain was like an old friend he'd invite in and drink some tea while reminiscing.
"Darth Zelane." He said, not showing any signs of nervousness. He was prepared to fight, even kill the dark Lord if necessary. At the end of the day, he would do anything to survive and achieve his goals.

[member="Darth Naefas"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

"That's not your name." He said so very quiet. And then both of his hands snapped forwards in a blinding speed and released the force lightning into the form of the Apprentice.

There was no mercy, nothing for the Sith. It was just raw electrical energy flowing from Darth Naefas's form to his own. And then he stopped upon his own accord.

"Your name is slave, now."

[member="Darth Zelane"]

 

[Darth Zelane]

Zelane stood up, seemingly unfazed by the lightning, though his body smoked, and he was certainly injured by it.
"Yes my Lord." He would be obedient, for now. Until he had enough power to be the master. Then he would be the one torturing.

 

[Darth Zelane]

[member="Darth Naefas"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

"You may not speak, while you are within my presence, Slave." He paused and thought to himself for a while, "your name is Reek now. Do you understand? Reek the Weak." He didn't laugh. It wasn't meant to be a joke.

"Come here and kneel before me, Reek."

[member="Darth Zelane"]

 

[Darth Zelane]

Zelane, or Reek, as he would now be called, was compliant, though the urge to speak out was strong.
"I am now weakling, a weakling doesn't survive a lifetime of torture, a weakling would not have come to the Sith." He muttered under his breath as he bowed.

 

[Tormax Tryte]

"I didn't say you could speak, worm." He spat out, swinging out his leg to kick the Acolyte in the face and throw him back onto the floor. It was his intention anyway, though his other foot was stable and grounded upon the floor.

"Not all Sith are strong. Reek isn't smart." He shook his head in a disapproving manner.

"What do you know of Sith history, Reek? You may speak now."

[member="Darth Zelane"]

 

[Darth Zelane]

"I know that the Sith name derived from an alien species called the Sith, and that they were originally an army. But a dark Lord created a device called the thoughtbomb, which killed most of the force users, leaving only two Sith alive. I know of stories such as Darth Revan, Darth Bane, Darth Plagues, and Emperor Palpatine and Darth Vader. That is as far as my knowledge goes." Reek responded, keeping his growing hatred of [member="Darth Naefas"] to himself.

 

[Tormax Tryte]

No matter how much the Apprentice tried, Darth Naefas still sensed his hate. He practically lived off of such things, hate, fear, anything that would be considered negative by the Jedi Order, he fed upon it. He was nothing like Darth Nihilus however, he was his own monster.

He was a Sith Pure-Blood and he looked down to his Apprentice, Reek. "Good. Do you wish to follow along the path of a Sith Sorceror, or a Warrior?" He asked before adding in quickly, "if we are going to speak of titles from the old ways." He said, and he started to walk around [member="Darth Zelane"].

He truly wondered how smart this being was. He knew enough about the Sith Order, and he had the raw power to become great. But not as great as him, that's what his arrogance told him.

 

[Darth Zelane]

"I wish to become a sorcerer. And learn the deepest secrets of the Sith and the force." He said. Zelane had already gotten training with weapons on his time on his home planet. He wanted to make people fear his power, not his skill with a blade.

 

[Tormax Tryte]

"Tell me why you are worthy of such power, Reek. So far, I'm not seeing any reasons to." He said with a predatory smile. It looked as if he wanted something, but he actually didn't. He liked to make people sweat, and this apprentice wasn't sweating yet.

Yet.

He was going to learn today.

[member="Darth Zelane"]

 

[Darth Zelane]

"That's why I came here to train, to become worthy of such a power." He said, his anger, rather, his emotions, entirely masked in a monotone voice, something he had become accustomed to with his father.

 

[Tormax Tryte]

Wrong answer.

His hands snapped upwards again, but rather than the predictable Force lightning ability that most used to torture their victims, a manifestation of Sith Magic was released, a Force Blast, the same ability he had used to obliterate the head of an enemy upon Dromund Kaas.

"Why are you worthy of such power, Reek?"


(mention me, I don't come looking if people replied or not.)
[member="Darth Zelane"]

 

[Darth Zelane]

"Becaue I am no weakling. I'm strong. A weakling doesn't live through what I've loved through." He replied, standing up and in a daze. He may not feel pain, but I could feel the effects of injury. He balled his hands into a fist hold in back the urge to strike a man.

 

[Darth Zelane]

[member="Darth Naefas"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

(You're able to just edit your post and put mention me. No need to double post.)

"That would be a very good answer if you were in fact, strong." He said and he shook his head in mock disapproval. "What have you gone through then, Reek? I'm interested."

[member="Darth Zelane"]