Black and Red Sith

[Sheff Zee]

It was his first time upon this giant city planet that was known as Coruscant. It was known as the centre of the Galaxy even though, geographically, or at least on a galaxy map it really wasn't. It just had the most people upon it, most likely one of the planets that most people even had yet to visit, and had plenty of people visiting for whatever reason.

The Sith would have preferred to be on Tantorus when he became One with these Sith. But alas, it was not to be. He would have to deal with that, and so he continued on towards the training hallway as he prepared himself for what he would encounter.

He felt as if there was one person within there, but they'd soon find out now wouldn't they?

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Suddenly, images would begin to flood into [member="Malphas"]' mind, they seemed to be directions. Ballen-Ist could feel the Acolyte's presence as he entered the long corridor, which possessed many doorways. Though, with the young Knight's telepathic aid, Malphas would surely be lead to the correct entrance. Once the door opened, it would reveal a large room, one lined with bright lights along the ceiling. There was a table visible, along with a single chair. In the middle of the room sat a black clothed figure, it's attire specifically being the One Sith's academy uniform.

Standing to his feet, the teenager would turn as the younger pureblood entered the training room. "Welcome, Acolyte. What is it you learn to wish?" The red skinned Sith would question, eying his apprentice-to-be up and down with curiosity. The Knight would examine his attire, his skin color(if visible), and species.

 

[Sheff Zee]

For all intents and purposes the Sith Acolyte was simply a regular human with the black hood that he wore and the black durasteel helmet that was upon his face. It was only there to conceal his actual stature. A long time ago there was a charcoal Sith Pureblood as well. It had been odd, never before seen. Malphas would make sure that he would live up to that Sith's name.

Once he had gotten to the end of the directions and entered the room to see the other Pureblood in there, a Pureblood, he relaxed visually and sat down in front of him. "The third lightsaber form." The Acolyte said hopefully.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Nodding quietly at first, Ballen-Ist would continue to stare at the strange, short individual, who was surely no older than thirteen. Lifting his arm slowly, the boy would swipe his black clothed limb through the air, reaching out with force telekinesis towards the door. It would open as his palm slid it to the side, allowing him to exit the room. "The very form I continue to perfect today. The first I learned, too." The boy would speak as he motioned for the youngster to follow, his cloak billowing in his wake.

The duo would continue down the hall, only for a few short moments, arriving at another room also in the training corridors. "Remember to use precise movements, to reserve your stamina. I suggest taking off your helmet, you will need extreme focus." The Knight would warn, pointing towards the new door as it opened. The room was relatively empty for the time being, though when [member="Malphas"] entered he would notice the five training drop from the ceiling. They would form a star shape along a small arena, that had been inscribed in the ground. The young pureblood would find a training saber on the ground if he did not having his own weapon. Once he was ready, the droids would begin to open fire, using their -REAL- blasters to attempt and kill Malphas. They would shoot one bolt at a time, alternating between which droid fired.

 

[Sheff Zee]

When the door opened up again and they were lead to another room that was a training room the Sith Acolyte looked around as pods fell from the ceiling and emptied out weapons on the ground. His hand snapped outwards and when he had found a training lightsaber upon the ground he caught it in his hand, and with a clearly practiced movement he ignited the crimson beam of the training lightsaber just as he began to get shot at.

The place where he was born, Tantorus had an abundance of droids. They had weapons as well, although they were primitive blasters it was essentially the same concept, right? And so he spun the lightsaber up over his face and parried the beam straight back to where it came, although that was most likely lucky, and he pivoted upon his foot, just barely getting out of the way of a blaster bolt that would have otherwise taken off his head. It only burnt a line across his neck, but it was a light burn, but it had made a hole in his robe.

He felt his flesh singe and he clenched his teeth as he as he tried to make himself an even smaller target. When the third droid fired at him this time the Acolyte leaned backwards and swung the lightsaber at his side to meet the oncoming bolt from the first droid again. They were only a trio, but still deadly after he had destroyed the fourth one.

Gathering the Force to him, he called the blaster that had fallen to his hand and he fired it blindly at one of the droids. He missed in his random spray of fire, but apparently one of them struck the droid in the chest when it was thrown backwards and fell, deactivated.

While he was distracted and the recoil shook his hand, the blaster bolt from the third droid hit the lightly armoured hand that held the blaster, and he dropped it, and pulled it to his body and collapsed into a crouch as he swung his lightsaber in a circle around him and both bolts returned to their origins.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Three panels along the training room wall would begin to slide up, revealing another set of droids. Ballen-Ist's arm would lift, aiming towards the new additions, pulling them forward and into place gently. This time, the droids would begin to fire single bolts, but simultaneously. Once again, five/four droids would continue in their assault, hoping to eliminate their target. The bolts of energy that shot forth from the blasters would travel through the air, seeking to pierce the boy's limbs. Leaning against the wall, Ballen-Ist would watch [member="Malphas"] with a calm expression on his face, evaluating the boy's actions and skill. It was shocking, but it reminded the Knight of himself when he was an Acolyte. Opening his mouth, the uniformly dressed teenager would call out, hoping to get the Acolyte's attention.

"Keep your feet steady. Soresu is about being a rock against a flowing current. Use only your saber, not the blasters."

 

[Sheff Zee]

When the other panels lifted up, the Sith Acolyte knew he would get massacred at that point. But that was the point in learning right? His fists clenched at either side of him. His Master told him to only use his lightsaber, but a true Sith used everything they had in their disposal to win, didn't they?

Even so, he was still unsure as to how this Pureblood operated. He knew that some Sith would appreciate creativity, but then there were others who preferred those who listened to orders through and through.

When the blasters came at him simultaneously, he lunged backwards, and lifted up the training lightsaber instinctively. The first one was deflected to the ground just beside his foot, the other was angled into the ceiling somewhere, the third and fourth were deflected across the room to droids on the other side of the room.

When they fired again, he leaned backwards to whichever side iwthout losing footing until he was struck in the shoulder and fell backwards. He tried to roll back, but instead of actually getting to his feet he was hit in the fleshy area of his right leg and he boiled in anger and pain on the ground as he laid upon the ground...

When the droids came closer he turned the blade vertically while he was on the ground and it redirected upwards into the ceiling again, the trio of the bolts. Then, he log-rolled to the side to avoid all the bolts from ending his life then and there. Struggling to his feet, while he shook and the droids shot at his limbs, they missed and that was his chance to get further away from them and he blocked the attacks.

His supposedly natural ability to heal himself started to take effect and heal the blaster wound on his hand, shoulder, and leg again. It was a burn wound, harder to heal than a simple cut, but once he was able to hone the Dark Side as a weapon he knew that it would come to him naturally as if it was his second nature. It was already, but not for wounds on this scale.

He angled himself so that there was always one droid shooting at him, and when he blocked it, he shot it over the droid's shoulder and to one of the one's behind it, sending it's head off and it fell backwards onto the third one in the line, and when the first droid fired again he swung his lightsaber violently straight back at the droid.

Once that was done, he fell downwards onto his knees, struggling for breath while his wounds healed themselves.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Ballen-Ist would scoff as he began to step forward, eying the boy who struggled to function on the floor. Harnessing his telekinesis abilities, the young Knight would lash out with a force wave, blasting all of the droid parts that were behind the youth away. The injured boy would not be affected by the teen's actions, seeing as Ballen-Ist had trained his telekinesis well. With little pity in his eyes, the Knight would watch the Acolyte quietly, looking at the wounds he had sustained. They were healing at a remarkable rate, even though [member="Malphas"] wasn't even putting out any regenerating force energy.

"That was the training my own master put me through. Perhaps you will make it further than stage two next time." He said, looking down at his apprentice who had failed. "Yes, you have failed. If not, admirably at the least. Though, punishment is necessary." The teen would state, a frown plastered across his red skinned face. Back during his training with Darth Ferus, Ballen-Ist had almost never been punished during training, for others among him had failed instead. Deep down, it pained him to do this to Malphas, however it would be needed to show his dominance. Opening his clenched hand, Ballen-Ist would extend his arm forward, aiming his open palm at the boy who was on the ground. A powerful telekinesis bind would surge towards the boy through the force, aiming to wrap violently around his neck. It would be a vice grip, not allowing any air to transfer to his lungs. The hold would begin to jerk upwards, eventually forcing the youth to his feet. After that, it would cease, allowing the boy to stand freely.

"I will now teach you a force technique. Speak if you desire something specific, I will provide if I possess it."

 

[Sheff Zee]

You have failed...
Have failed...
Failed...
No.

He continued to struggle upon the floor and his fists clenched as he started to struggle violently as he tried to rise to his feet. The healing was taken a toll upon him, and he tried to use the Force to heal himself, but he didn't know how, so he stopped as soon as he tried to self-teach himself. Well, that was useless.

I'm no failure.

Then he wasn't able to breathe and he was pulled up to his feet and he started to claw at his throat as he was jerked up to his feet. I'll remember that. Underneath his durasteel helmet he grinned like a maniac, mostly to stop himself from feeling the pain and letting tears roll down his face, but he didn't feel like he could even do that if he tried. He couldn't even breath, and he was practically clenching his throat as tightly as the Force was wrapping around him.

Then he was released, and he wavered upon his feet slightly. He nearly fell to his knees, but he wasn't going to let that happen to him.

"Teach me what you will." The Sith Acolyte would make sure to train his soresu so that he would never fail again.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Grinning widely, Ballen-Ist could not help but think of the Controlled Rage technique, as he felt the anger flowing through the young boy. Stepping closer, the cloaked Knight would reach out with an arm, placing a hand gently upon the boy's shoulder. Ballen-Ist would continue walking, aiming to guide [member="Malphas"] in front of one of the four walls that made up the training room. "You will learn the Controlled Rage technique, or be overcome by it. Failure will not be tolerated this time, do you understand?" The red skinned pureblood would question, giving the twelve year old a serious look. "By tapping into your most inner fears, angers, and hatreds, you can allow your physical attributes to be enhanced by the dark side." He would go on to explain, taking a few steps backwards, away from the helmeted individual.

"Your speed and strength will be increased greatly, though you must fight to against the darkness. Embrace it, but do not submit to it. Utilize it, for it truly is a weapon to serve us." Ballen-Ist would continue to speak, truly wanting to warn his new apprentice. This technique was extremely useful, for it allowed the user to control their enhanced actions, rather than going into a blind rage. "If you fail, I will kill you myself."

 

[Sheff Zee]

"Never heard of it" The Sith Acolyte said in response and with a raised eyebrow. He was unsure as to how to respond to the Sith Knight that spoke to him about killing him. He had never been in such danger as he was within in his first hour in the Sith Academy. If that was the case, he was going to have to change rapidly. Mentally and physically.

"I've never even experienced the actual Force, how do you expect me to succeed?" He whined. It was valid, he had a limited image of what the Force could do thanks to his secluded life upon Tantorus, and now this Sith was speaking of an ability that he had never heard of before? Surely that was just ridiculous. "I'm like a child, how am I meant to do this?"

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Ballen-Ist would begin to groan loudly, voicing his disappointment through his vocals. The young seventeen year old would raise a open palmed hand towards the whining boy, motioning for him to shut up. It was annoying, this [member="Malphas"] character continued to remind Ballen-Ist of his past self, for he too had entered the academy with no force experience. "Sit down." The Knight would order, waiting for the Acolyte to get comfortable before speaking further.

"I did not realize I was dealing with a weakling. Very well." He would say, aiming to mock the boy, hopefully drawing on his anger. "Cast everything aside, you must clear your thoughts. Meditation is the fastest way to touch the force." Ballen-Ist would explain, reaching out with his own energy to sense the being of Malphas. He would monitor his progress, sensing out for the slight changes that occurred as he became enlightened. "Once your mind has opened to the force around you, you will be able to harness it."

 

[Sheff Zee]

He sat down as his Master had apparently told him and he listened. He was only child, what more could his Master want from him? But once he was done, he did as he was bid. Meditation? He could do that. He did plenty of that while he was practicing for when he studied under the Kissai Priests.

He folded his legs together and summoned the Dark Side of the Force to him. It swept through his body, giving him emotions of pain, anger, hatred, and an increase of rage directed for his Master in front of him. He was unnecessarily cruel to his Apprentice, who was also a Pureblood, albeit differently, but he didn't even know what he looked like.

The Force empowered the young Pureblood, he felt as if it would erupt from the flesh hidden by his black cloak. For a moment through his helmet it could be seen a flash of red and yellow, making a dark orange colour flicker and he groaned as he tried to keep the Dark Side of the Force within him. He couldn't release it, he had to show who was in command here, right? He was the ruler here, not [member="Ballen-Ist"], nor the Force. It was all Malphas.

It was clear that his mind was open to the Force... And then he screamed as he released all of it within a force scream, it was a blind strike in the air around him. It probably wasn't as powerful as it could be, but it would hurt and could quite possibly draw blood from nearby Sith's ears.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Ballen-Ist's eyes would begin to slowly widen as he felt the increase of dark side energy, for the boy was apparently in tune with it already. The build up of emotions had been quick, though the access of it had been too quick. It was a rare feat indeed, the Knight admired the Acolyte for it, though he would find out why he was so skilled. It irritated him, for it was like watching his own treatment at the hands of Ferus. Lifting his arms, the cloak that the pureblood wore would begin to billow in the sonics shock waves that [member="Malphas"] emitted, causing the red skinned Sith to become slightly dazzed.

Closing his eyes, he would begin to focus, drawing on his telekinesis in order to create a powerful force barrier. It would begin to negate the effects of force scream, though it had already affected the Knight. What did this kid think he was doing, using such a technique without warning? Pausing for a moment, Ballen-Ist figured he should've expected it. The Knight would lift his clothed arm, aiming his black gloved hand towards the young boy who had now harnessed the dark side of the force. Manipulating his own energy and the force energy around the duo, Ballen-Ist would attempt to send a moderate force push forward at the boy, hoping that it would slam him against the metallic walls.

Turning from his apprentice, the pureblood would begin to make his way towards the door, speaking before he exited. "Master Controlled Rage. I will return."

 

[Sheff Zee]

The Force push had shocked him out of his reverie and he had been sent careening back into the wall, even though he slid on his arse throughout and was dazed. The scream had been stopped long ago and his fists clenched at the sudden attack. Then he started to laugh.

It was a maniacal laugh.

His Master had left him to use the ability on his own, that was ridiculous, but there was nothing to do to stop his Master, so he said nothing. This time he stood up, and summoned the Force to him again. He thought he had felt something in the Force from his master, jealousy, or was it envy? Maybe even respect, he didn't know in these few moments, the Dark Side corrupted his thoughts and prevented him from thinking straight, and at that point his eyes seemed as if they were as red as he should have been.

At that point, he just clenched his fists, and he realized something. He was damaging himself, but his natural abilities were protecting him, rejuvenating him before he could actually harm himself and then he released all of the Dark Side energy thath e could muster, and he let it last for as long as he could before he seemingly stopped existing.

For what felt like forever, but was in reality only a minute long, the Sith Acolyte for all intents and purposes was dead, but in reality he was still alive, just hibernating within the Force.

"It is done."

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Ballen-Ist had been waiting outside of the room, leaning patiently against the metallic wall of the academy. His eyes were closed, for he focused intently on his apprentice [member="Malphas"]' progress. Using the force, the Knight would allow telepathic images to bombard the boy's mind, giving him advice and instructions.

"Only use the technique if you find yourself lacking in strength and speed against an opponent. We will meet here tomorrow."

With that, Ballen-Ist would disappear, striding quickly down the hallway.