Big Brother Watches Over You [Sin Lykos, Kära Vi'dreya]

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

Today would mark a momentous occasion, one the young Sin was to remember for a long time, whether he realised it or not; today he would be given his first taste of combat training, as well as his first few lessons in handling the weapon of the Sith. Aboard the Vhailor, soaring silently through the empty void high above the planet of Bastion, a very large man and his considerably smaller-in-stature baby brother by the name of @[member="Sin Lykos"] was preparing to begin their first ever sparring session together, with the towering Ashborn tutoring the young boy under the watchful eyes of their master, @[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]. Upon entering the room designed to act as their private training chambers, the three of them readied themselves for what was to come. As such, Thyrian pulled out a training saber of a length fitting for the little one to make use of, examining it for any malfunctions before handing it over to Sin through telekinesis, letting it hover before the boy so that he could take possesson of it in the same manner.

Clad in his protective suit of armour as per usual, the Ashborn did not fear being hurt should the boy manage to strike him, whether he intended to or not. That said, he doubted the little one could on his first attempt at it manage to get a hit in; it was not the intention of this lesson, after all. This day they would focus on the handling of the blade, how it moves and the weight of it, the feeling of the hilt in his tiny hands. Truth be told, Thyrian did not relish the chance of accidentally harming his newfound brother, nor did he look forward to the possibility of him turning into his rage-filled self during the session. Before entering the middle area of the room, where their sparring would take place, the Ashborn kneeled down before the little one, checking over his clothing and equipment; tugging at it gently to see that it was a snug fit for the boy, straightening out any creases and brushing off any specks of dirt and the likes, whether it being necessary or not. The glowing eyes of his mask lingered for a moment upon the youngling, looking for any sign of hesitation within him; should he act fearful of what was to come, Thyrian would know not to pressure the boy.

"HOW DO YOU FEEL, LITTLE BROTHER?"

 

[Sin Lykos]

Sin hopped slightly from one foot to the other as he stood in front of Thyrian. He couldn't help but smile as the giant fussed over him, still being unused to such attention. Truth be told, the boy was more than a little nervous about this new aspect of his training; the handle of the saber felt strange as he held it loosely in his hand and his new combat clothes felt stiff and uncomfortable from lack of use. But still, despite all this, he was extremely excited. And he knew that should he display any signs of fear or anxiety, Thyrian would probably try and stop the session. And that was something Sin could not afford. So, with a small glance at Kara, Sin looked up into Thyrian's eyes and smiled brightly. "I feel fine. I can't wait for this..."

@[member="Thyrian Ashborn"] @Kära Vi'dreya

 

[Lief]

Kara stood in the darkened corner, away from the light and the possible glowing aura their blades would produce. Her presence here was not to instruct so to speak, but to monitor and observe, stepping in where possible, giving tiny prompts through the Force, but mostly she was hoping to see how Thyrian fared with teaching, and how Sin took to the lightsaber. If Thyrian attempted to end the session too early she would step in and press Sin further; one could not afford to have him used to an easy life, or expect everything to go his way. He had to face hardship. And she would make sure he knew that the path chosen for him, the path to greatness, to power that he sought since she planted the seed in his mind, would require a mountain to be climbed...

@[member="Sin Lykos"] @[member="Thyrian Ashborn"]

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

With a slow nod and a gentle pat on the boy's head, Thyrian rose to his feet and lead Sin with a hand behind the little one's back towards the centre of the room. His gaze wandered off to where his master was stood, remaining in the shadows as she often would, though still visible to the trained eyes of the Ashborn. And so the two brothers stood facing eachother for the first time, with no doubts about it being one of many to come. Before they were to begin, however, the basics had to be covered first, naturally; he did not expect the boy to immidiately come to grips with how to wield a training saber, nor how to strike or defend himself. This was to be their first lesson of today. The Ashborn walked to kneel down behind Sin, gesturing for him to grab hold of the hilt. Once having done so, Thyrian then dealt with where the boy went wrong with his placement of fingers, all while showing him the correct way using his much too large hands gripping around the small hilt. All of this happened without the use of words between the two; the constant contact was enough for them to understand what the other was thinking, not even the use of Telepathy was required. Once the boy had been instructed thoroughly on how to hold it properly, the Ashborn remained close behind his little brother, and uttered the words: "NOW, IGNITE IT, LITTLE ONE."

@[member="Sin Lykos"] @[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]

 

[Sin Lykos]

Sin gazed at the weapon in his hands, a curious frown on his face. It seemed so small... How could something like this cause any damage at all...? Glancing back at Thyrian as his new brother helped him to hold the saber correctly, he bit the corner of his bottom lip, determined to learn quickly. As the giant gave him the command to ignite the saber, Sin frowned again and twisted the weapon over in his hands, searching for a way to do so. The boy's thumb soon hit a small button on the side of the hilt and the saber ignited with a loud hum. Sin gasped and nearly dropped the weapon in his surprise at what had happened. Once he had recovered, his surprise quickly turned to wonder and he carefully swung the saber through the air a few times, marvelling at the beauty of the blade and the quiet hum that emanated from it.

@[member="Thyrian Ashborn"] @[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

As the saber was ignited, Thyrian rose to his feet in order to allow the boy some room to practise his swinging and get used to the almost weightless weapon. "THE REASON ONLY FORCE-SENSITIVE PEOPLE COULD WIELD SUCH A WEAPON IS BECAUSE OF IT BEING A BLADE OF PURE LIGHT, AND SO IT WEIGHS NOTHING, SAVE FOR THE HILT ITSELF. A MAN OF BRUTE STRENGTH COULD NOT HOPE TO WIELD IT, AS HE WOULD OVERDO THE SWINGS AND CUT OFF HIS OWN LIMBS RATHER THAN HIS ENEMY'S. YOU NEED THE FORCE TO GUIDE YOUR BLOWS, MEANING ANYONE FORCE-SENSITIVE COULD LEARN TO WIELD IT, BIG OR SMALL, BECAUSE OF ITS WEIGHTLESS NATURE, YOU SEE." As he spoke, he circled the boy as he came to terms with the weapon in his possession, even though it was only a training saber, not capable of anything else than stunning your opponent, simulating taking damage. Once he was stood in front of the little boy the towering man ignited his own two lightsabers, one attached to each of his gauntlets rather than being hand-held. "NOW - ALLOW YOUR BLADE TO TOUCH MINE, SO THAT YOU GET USED TO THE SOUND OF LIGHTSABER COMBAT, AS WELL AS THE FEEL OF MEETING AN OPPONENT'S BLADE WITH YOURS."

@[member="Sin Lykos"] @[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]

 

[Sin Lykos]

Sin listened attentively as Thyrian explained the nature of the weapon he was holding. He quickly mentally took back his previous assumption that the weapon was useless; it sounded quite the opposite - especially once his brother had mentioned cutting limbs off. Giving a few more experimental swings through the air, the boy faced Thyrian and stepped back in surprise as two sabers appeared from his gauntlet. Quickly recovering, Sin looked at the blades before bringing his saber round and smashing it hard against one of Thyrian's blades. He immediately flinched at the loud buzz that rang from the two blades as they connected and felt a small jolt run up his arms, making him shiver slightly.

@[member="Thyrian Ashborn"] @[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

Sin's reaction was understandable for one of his age. His strike was coarse and unrefined, naturally, but there was a hint of great power buried deep within the boy. "EXCELLENT, LITTLE ONE", he said in a calming voice - the only one he possessed, that is - and deactivated his two sabers. Towering high above his brother, the Ashborn stood for a bit and measured him; his focus on the task at hand, his connection to the Force... his small frame, his tiny fingers gripping the hilt, his big brown eyes... "No! Focus! He is to become a weapon of the Sith, as well as his master. He's not your little plaything, Thyrian the Ashborn - a monster unfit to love and unworthy of love returned!" The words of his other self whispered within his fragile mind with a poisonous voice, and with a loud cough the Ashborn was brought back to the moment. A weary gaze was briefly set upon the eyes of his master, remaining in shadows still - not that anyone would be able to tell of his weariness. Without expecting her to step in herself, he decided to press on with young Sin's lesson.

This time they would go over Shii-Cho, the most basic of forms and foundation upon which all other forms are built on, meaning whatever direction the boy should wish to take, this was the place to start, as it was for all practitioners of lightsaber combat. "FORM I: SHII-CHO. THIS WILL BE THE FOUNDATION FOR ALL FUTURE SESSIONS, LITTLE ONE; THIS FIRST FORM WAS WHAT SPAWNED FORTH ALL OTHER, AND SO KNOWLEDGE IN THE FIRST FORM IS MANDATORY FOR ALL WHO WISH TO SPECIALISE IN ANY OTHER." Kneeling down to Sin's level, Thyrian looked him over one last time. "ARE YOU READY TO BEGIN, LITTLE BROTHER?"

@[member="Sin Lykos"] @[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]

 

[Lief]

Kara watched the pair of them without word, still in the shadows as she monitored how Sin progressed with his initial teachings in the form of the lightsaber. To Kara he seemed a little hesitant at first, which caused a frown to make itself know upon her lips, but the moment the blade ignited the worries fled him, easing him up. Perhaps her son would have a future with the blade, like Thyrian did. The thought allowed the frown to ease up, the notion of a strong heir one which pleased her.

But when he began to use the weapon again his age shone through. The static charge and loud crash sent shivers down the young body and left him slightly jarred and one might say worried. She knew that the Ashborn could deal with this, however, so she did not intervene, yet at the same time she realised that Thyrian might get uncomfortable should Sin show more signs such as this. As such she was more than ready to step in and take control of the lesson should it come to such.

@[member="Thyrian Ashborn"] @[member="Sin Lykos"]

 

[Sin Lykos]

Sin shook his head slightly as he tried to clear the buzzing in his ears from his attack. He hadn't expected such a shock from the two sabers making contact with each other, but he could definitely tell now that they would make good weapons. He finally cleared his head and listened to Thyrian as he spoke. He looked into his brother's eyes - or at least what he could see of them - and nodded firmly, gripping the hilt of his saber with both hands. He would be the best pupil ever, he decided. And once he had learned everything there was to know, there would be nothing to stop him fulfilling his promise to get revenge on his old family...

@[member="Thyrian Ashborn"] @[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

Lingering for a moment to watch the determination in his brother's eyes, the Ashborn felt the need to address his eagerness. "MY BROTHER, DO NOT WORRY SO MUCH ABOUT FAILURE. FAILING IS WHAT KEEPS US WANTING TO IMPROVE OURSELVES, AND EVERY MISTAKE IS A LESSON LEARNED AND AN EXPERIENCE." Giving Sin a gentle nudge onto his shoulder, Thyrian rose to his feet while assuming the beginning stance of Shii-Cho. "THERE ARE SIX POINTS OF INTEREST IN A TARGET; SIX TARGET ZONES." Igniting one of his lightsaber he assumed the correct stance for each target zone as he mentioned them in order. "HEAD. RIGHT ARM AND SIDE. LEFT ARM AND SIDE. BACK. RIGHT LEG. LEFT LEG; THESE ARE THE TARGET ZONES TO FOCUS ON. I NOW WANT YOU TO TARGET THE CORRECT ZONE AS I MENTION THEM." Relaxing his stance, he awaited a response of the boy having understood the lecture before proceeding to resume the basic stance of Form I. "THREE."

@[member="Sin Lykos"] @[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]