Broken Path

[Sosu Deviron]

Sitting outside the Sith temple I meditated trying to calm my ever worried mind. I had made a rash and ignorant decision, but it was necessary. It was my own fault I had been put in the predicament. When I was younger all I ever did was improve my saber combat in hopes that I would be powerful enough to beat my master. Yet in that pursuit I had weakened myself not focusing on the Force enough. I knew the bare basics of the force but nothing more using the physiology I had gained as a vampire to make up for it. Yet it wasn't enough, if I was going to be at battle with other Force users I needed to become stronger. So I reached out to one of the Sith Lords. A Darth Vornskr, a part of my mind knew that I could be killed for my insolence just contacting a voice of the emperor and wasting his time but I had no choice.

Finally opening my eyes after I had calmed my mind I pushed myself up. My long white hair falling around my shoulders covering my extremely pale neck. I drew the curved hilt saber I had taken from my dead master and flew into practicing my makashi skills to calm my mind. It was the simplest way. Flowing and thrusting at the air each strike quick and deadly I spun flowing as though a river using the saber as a extension of myself. Not just a tool like most saw it.

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

It was quite unorthodox to have an acolyte call upon a Sith Lord, let alone a Voice of the Dark Lord, rather than the other way around. Even so, Vornskr still decided to come and at least humor the acolyte with whatever he had to say to him, even if he already had a fair idea on what he wanted to ask of him. He deigned for a more traditional garb for this certain meeting, which consisted of a set of black leather covered by a long-flowing dark green woolen robe. He clipped his lightsaber firmly to his left hip, and holstered a single blaster pistol to his right hip, and also had a serrated dagger in a hidden sheath on his right boot. Luckily for the acolyte, Vornskr was not far from Coruscant and thus it did not take him very long to reach it via his own personal stealth shuttle.

Vornskr's shuttle would land on the temple's landing pad, and as he disembarked to enter the temple he was nearly swallowed by a sea of Imperial officials and other high-ranking whatchamacallits all clamoring to talk with one of the Dark Lord's Voices. Currently, the Sith Lord didn't really have the patience to deal with them all at once right at this moment, so with a simple raise of his hand he afflicted them all with a sudden high-piercing mental scramble that sent them into a momentary confusion.

"Gentlemen. I will meet with you all in turn, but I business elsewhere in the temple that requires my attention first and foremost."

With that, he left them to wander for a few moments in confusion as he continued further into the temple, before reaching the training yards and seeing the acolyte who had called him here. Vornskr decided to linger for a moment or two, and observe the boy with his makashi technique.

[member="Sosu Deviron"]

 

[Sosu Deviron]

Sweat rolled down my forehead from the exertion I was putting into with the continuous practice, Yet I wasn't exhausted yet, I still had alot more energy in reserves. Though my concentration did waver when I felt a overwhelming presence in the force that made my mouth begin to water. It could only be a Dark Lord with that type of presence, I knew Darth Vronskr was coming, yet I didn't stop practicing till he arrived and even then I kept going for just a few seconds longer using it as a excuse to think of what to say to the Sith. I had called upon him for assistance but I had never thought he would answer. Now I couldn't look like a fool before him, it would possibly be the death of me.

Deactivating the saber and clipping it to my belt I brushed some of the sweat from my forehead before approaching Darth Vronskr. Stopping a few feet away from him I dropped down to a knee bowing before one of the Emporer's voices. "Thank you for coming Lord, and I'd like to apologize for my interrupting your business and calling you to this planet. Though I had no other choice, I've spent centuries traveling this galaxy doing nothing but improving my saber techniques, but that has done nothing but weaken me as I let my skills in the force degrade. So I called upon you, the mightiest of the voices to assist me if you would." I said keeping my eyes on the man's feet. I knew how some Sith reacted to weakness but it wouldn't be smart to disrespect a Voice of the emperor. Especially one that could probably turn me to ash.

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

((Forgive my tardiness, been busy lately.))

"Flattery will not get you far with me, boy."

Despite the silver-haired man before him claiming to be centuries old, the fifty year old Epicanthix stilled deigned to call him by such a condescending name. Perhaps it was because he had more Forcely experience, or perhaps retained knowledge of the Darkness that Sosu had yet to even comprehend, but whether or not either was true he stilled called him 'boy'.

"Your execution of Form II is decent, compared to the troglodytes that skulk around the academy waiting for someone to bring them their destiny, but you're not like them. You had the initiative to seek yours out, and while I do not like being called upon by a mere acolyte, I must admit I respect the effort, but I am not here for that."

Darth Vornskr would descend the steps that surrounded the training grounds, each step taken with meticulous precision and grace that belied his massive six foot nine frame, but perhaps revealed his more noble nature. The wind howled suddenly and sent his mane of thick graying hair into a frenzy, although not a single strand obscured his vision whether by chance or by his own invisible intervention. Upon further inspection, it would be clear that Vornskr's face was not as perfect as it appeared from afar, but rather marred by combat and Dark Side corruption.

The entire right side of his face was a mess of ruined flesh and bone, the rim of the eye socket and the cheekbone clearly visible against what remained of his flesh. The left was not as damaged as his right, but it still hosted an abundance of scars from untold battles. His skin had an unhealthy pallor, blue veins pressing up obscenely against the skin, and on some occasions it gave off the impression of a corpse. His left iris was a shining emerald, while his right was an alien lilac, and seemed to wiggle and move on its own from time to time.

His mouth split into an ugly grin as he stood before the man, and both of his eyes stared down menacingly as he evaluated the man's body, judging his worth at an initial glance.

"I will teach you, but first you must prove your worth to me."

[member="Sosu Deviron"]