Chop and Slice (Sen Lon training thread)

[Sen Lon]

Planet: Umbara
Location: Thug breeding grounds
Mission: Eliminate the scum, Learn from the best.


shadows painted the walls in the perfect camouflage as Sen Lon walked whistling through the passages to an old hideout.
A song echoing through the halls in the darkness,
Alerting two thugs to Sen Lon's approach.
They watched him mow down their three friends and the calm demeanor in which he stalked them was more than they could handle. Hiding among garbage they closed their eyes and prayed for their inhuman pursuer not to find them.
This however was not the case.
He was taking his time on purpose. [member="Darth Ferus"] who was now his master and mentor had simply not shown up yet. Thus Sen was dragging his feet waiting for his first lesson in force augment.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Why are you wasting your time? Just kill them already." Ferus's voice sounded off from behind the thugs, putting them between the Sith Lord and [member="Sen Lon"] , not a good place to be. But the Sith Lord didn't seem threatening. In fact, he just leaned against a nearby wall, a dull expression on his face.

"Don't be wasting my time."

 

[Sen Lon]

"If I work too fast I won't be able to enjoy it."
He chuckled as he drew his blade. Besides this was the first time Sen had heard from his mentor since he arrived for his mission. Sen Lon hated to be idle, so why not play a bit of cat and mouse-droid while he waited.
" Alright, hide and seek is over."
His low voice carried through the halls reaching his targets ears. His eyes drifting until finally landing directly onto their hiding spot.
"I'll make this quick."
He said as he lunged at his prey. The two both leaped from their spot bit only one was smart enough to push the other at their attacker. Sen Lon watched as fear and betrayal seeped from his victim's eyes. This disgusted him that a friend would do such a thing. The lion however does not concern himself with the life of the mouse. And would not slow his assault.


[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Ferus watched on with his red eyes, calm, collected. Somewhat bored. Though that was quickly fading as [member="Sen Lon"] began his assault. "I want you to focus inward. The Force can act as a stimulant, giving you speed and strength if used correctly. Use it now, kill them quick and mercilessly. Use your hate and anger." A simple lesson, but a needed one for a bladesman like Lon. If he wanted to become a true threat, these were abilities he would need to learn.

 

[Sen Lon]

Heeding his masters words Sen would focus inward with his anger. Abandoning ones comrades was one of the most vile acts even among criminals.
He would use that as he focused on his attacks.
Immediately he could feel like adrenaline was coursing through him. His blade was noticeably lighter as he swung through his target the bewildered man fell behind him with two distinctive thuds as his torso and head fell separated at the neck. Anger burned like ether in his body as he ran towards his next target, his feet carry him the entire distance in a matter of steps. Until he finally overtook his target. Now in front of the thug Sen turned to face the man looking directly in the eyes as he plunged his blade into the man's heart. Holding him in place as life slowly seeped from the man's eyes.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Good, you learn fast. You're going to be using this little skill for the rest of our walk [member="Sen Lon"] , for we have a good number of people to kill. I point them out, you strike them down, and so on. Don't worry, most won't expect it so if you're fast enough you won't get harmed. Ready?" A devilish smile formed on the lips of the Sith as he stalked on ahead, both hands calmly down at his sides.

The streets would be red tonight.

 

[Sen Lon]

Sen Lon nodded as [member="Darth Ferus"] finished speaking. What was most curious about the power he just learned was, while he was forcing his body to do a tremendous amount of extra work he could feel that there was less fatigue. As if he was getting more accomplished with less energy. "Something I can get behind." He thought as he patiently waited for his next target. He looked down at his blade coated in the azure blood of his victims. It nearly bothered him how unclean his blade was after culling the first weaklings.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Good. And keep that blood. It can be a weapon all on it's own." A sinister smile was offered to [member="Sen Lon"] before the Sith Lord walked forward. These back streets so dark and gloomy, filled with the scum of this world. Down the street the Lord would walk, pointing left and right, marking people here and there, all to be killed. "Get it done."

 

[Sen Lon]

Every kill was a means to an end, spice addicts were as expendable as insects. One by one he would take his marks. Each one faster than the last he could however feel his power waning but he need only focus on his rage to keep it up. Left and right scum would fall at his feet. It seemed random at the rate at which he was killing but before long his movement was becoming more reflexive than planned.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Very good, very good. Now.. That one." A broad smile crept across the face of the Sith as he pointed to a rather large Wookie. The burly beast stood within a low rise bar. The man was alone, sipping at a single glass of what could be assumed as whisky. The hairy arm lifted the glass up to take a swig, and he seemed to repeat himself again and again every couple of minutes. Beside him sat a single bowcaster, his weapon of choice. This was a hunter, and a skilled one at that if the notches on the weapon meant what most assumed.

"Bring me his head."

[member="Sen Lon"]

 

[Sen Lon]

"Yes, my Lord."
Sen Lon first gripped his blade tightly. He eyed the Wookie sizing up his target from the safety of the shadows this wasn't someone to be trifled with. Fantasized over a nice chardonnay on a lonely Tuesday maybe, but definitely not trifled with. A wookie wasn't something safe when unarmed, but with a bowcaster that much more deadly.
A wonderful trophy!

He smiled brilliantly as he made his move. His augmented speed would give him the advantage.
He waited for the Wookie to take his drink and focused his anger inward and used force augment to his already adrenaline infused body. His legs sprung forth with the power of pistons as a dust cloud from his feet cleared. His body flew through the air. Almost silent footsteps were only broken as he jumped onto the bar and cracked a wooden table as he swept his blade through it the blade sang out until it finally sliced through the Wookies arm. The Wookie roared in pain as it stepped back to grab his bowcaster but before he could reach for it Sen Lon was upon him. As Sen sliced at his chest for a final blow the Wookie showed it was battle seasoned himself. He dodged deftly but the Wookie was bleeding out as his dismembered arm dripped red through his course black hair. He lurched at Sen Lon swiping at his head.

This attack however looked like it was in slow motion to Sen Lon as he leaned back barely missing the Wookies devastating claw. With one final kick to the chest he sent the Wookie reeling back from the augmented strength he gained from the force. Sen slashed at the Wookies neck with the last of his strength. Decapitation being the desired cause of death asked for by his master. It landed with a muffled thud as Sen realized how much stress Force augment put in the body. With exhaustion he picked up the head and rolled it towards [member="Darth Ferus"] with a smile.
"Objective complete."

 

[Darth Ferus]

A nod was given to [member="Sen Lon"] as he came over. He watched the boy the entire time, and he really had done well. A clean kill, for the most part. A single foot came up to stop the rolling head before crushing it with his heel. The crack filled the air, but it didn't seem to bother the Sith.

"Good, but next time be sure to go for his head first, not his arm."

 

[Sen Lon]

The boy cringed at the smashing noise not only was it disturbing but the head was a hard target to go for with a moving target. Like someone spilling a drink om your freshly mopped floor.
But the smile was back on his face in an instant as [member="Darth Ferus"] brought up the arm.
"The arm was for me, a trophy of sorts."
He said as he shoved the arm into his bag which was filled both with keepsakes and weapons.
Sen Lon could feel his body starting to ache and cramp from high stress use.
He would shove the pin to the back of his mind and ask.
"What is your next task for me my Lord?"

 

[Darth Ferus]

"You did well in killing off all those in my way. Now, you will go rest. Practice. The like." Ferus didn't comment on the arm trophy. If [member="Sen Lon"] wanted them, they were his to take. The Sith Lord would walk off to do his thing on this planet, and leave the acolyte to his own devices.