Corruption

[Maleus]

Space.

The dark curtain seemed sinister, the stars themselves seeming small in compassion to this void. It was unforgiving as they come, in a way space reminded Maleus of his dealings while under the Sith Empire. "Hmph" His attention left the flickering space port and onto his captured prize.

The rattle of armor filled the already awkward room. "Human.." Maleus's saber was ignited, he moved to place the blade inches away from his skin. He would let the coursing heat wake the lad.
[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Having been unconscious for several hours, Tugoro would awake to feel a burning heat upon his face. The boy's eyelids would begin to part, tearing away at the darkness that had filled his being until now. As he awoke, memories of the recent past would begin to flood his mind, showing him images of the battle. He did not know how it had turned out, for he had simply acted as bait, a mere distraction from the real goal. The crew of four give or take had flown away from the lit grassy plains, leaving the young Jedi to his own venture. The risk Tugoro had taken was great indeed, though he knew it was necessary if the others were to live.

The bright glow of Maleus' crimson saber illuminated the boy's vision, it being the only thing he could see for a brief moment. After his eyes adjusted, they would lift along the Zabrak's arm, following the limb up to the Sith's face. The dark presence that was the looming Knight sent shivers up the young Padawan's spine, though he would do his best to work past the fear. It had probably been a long, and annoying quest for [member="Maleus"], for Tugoro was more than an illusive prey. Either way, here he was, at the mercy of the Knight. Closing his eyes and breathing in deeply, the Jedi would attempt to center his mind and calm down, before speaking, "Where am I.."

 

[Maleus]

Maleus's eyes closed for the time being. He wanted to hear what Tugoro had to say, he hoped the boy would plead for mercy, although he did not mean him any harm, not yet anyway. His free hand curled into a fist, he presented the appendage towards Tugoro's eyeline. "Hell."

He turned away from him once again.
The ignition switch on his blade was thumbed, again his blade was calmed. The hilt itself snapping into place on his waist-band. He turned to face Tugoro again, this time his eyes had opened.

There was no rage, no sympathy, no happiness. What his visage did contain was curiosity, and if he were able to pry through his apathetic demeanor, perhaps the young padawan could pick up on the non-verbal cue and continue speaking.
[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Tugoro did not have much to say, he simply remained silent as the tall Sith Knight began to back up. Listening to the Zabrak's spiteful words, the young boy could not help but notice the hard metallic floor he sat upon. Tapping into his sensing abilities, the boy would begin to reach out with the force, feeling the energy signatures around them. There were not a lot, only enough to operate whatever kind of spacecraft he was trapped in. The strange feeling of loneliness that echoed through the vast vacuum was more than enough proof than he needed, to know he was in space. It really was hell.

Eying his enemy with surprise, the young Padawan would begin to struggle to his feet, moving to slowly push himself upwards and off the ground. With widen eyes, Tugoro would take two steps backwards, watching the cylindrical handle return to it's belt restraint. There were no specific feelings of hostility that [member="Maleus"] gave off, and therefor the padawan decided it was the right moment to strike. The Knight had lowered his defenses, and he was unwise in doing so. Lifting his arm forward, the young Jedi would begin to reach out with the force, utilizing his telekinesis wthin seconds. The saber that hung on the Zabrak's waist would begin to pull away from his figure, hopefully breaking off and soaring towards Tugoro. Narrowing his vision in determination, the boy's squinted sight would lock onto Maleus, hoping to pry his weapon away with the force energy that collected around it.

 

[Maleus]

What Maleus did next was sure to surprise the Padawan.


The Jedi were housed in indoctrination facilities where they were taught things about the Sith. That they were a plague upon the universe, that they promoted such a vile evil that they all needed to be eradicated.

He knew Tugoro was acting out of impulse, out of fear of what he had been taught, and what he had felt not too long ago. He stood, legs falling shoulder width apart, his hands tucked into the recesses of his cloak. His head tilting to the side as if he were simply observing something casual.

He watched as the hilt was ripped away from his side. His lips curling to a smile, the gesture itself was not a sinister one either, it was neutral.

He made no move to react to the boy's actions.
[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

The boy's head was filled with many thoughts, the most noticeable one being the urge to destroy Maleus. It was true, the upbringing he had undergone as an initiate had taught him to despise the Sith and their ways. The dark siders were looked upon as an infestation, one great enough to put the peace of the galaxy at risk. If there was something that the boy wanted more than anything, it was peace. Usually, he would take a non-violent route at first during conflicts, though he saw this very differently.

The cold metal of [member="Maleus"]' saber would slap against the Padawan's hand, it's blade igniting as his thumb slid over the activation switch. This was not a battle that was fought for the safety of others, it was solely for his own. Having realized the consequences of his actions, Tugoro would do his best to fight against them, dashing forward with speed at his skilled foe. Rising his arms into the air, the boy would yell as he swept the beam of plasma through the air, hoping to slice the Zabrak's head clean off with no hesitation what so ever. Despite his teachings, the Wookiee raised youth would result to immediate violence, hoping to fight for his life once more.

 

[Maleus]

As anticipated, through his actions he had spurned conflict. Maleus wanted to see how the boy would react, would he hold true to his teachings of placidity, even when it meant his life? Nay, the boy reverted, deep down in his heart, there was emotion where they wasn't suppose to be any.

His knees bent, his torso followed suit, followed by the rest of his body.. He drew his right hand out of his cloak, a wave of kinetic energy flying out of his hands and into the imminent direction of Tugoro's body.

Still even while this battle took place the people who attended to the ships guidance system, and the guards who were about could hear the scuffle from afar. They simply stayed put for they knew the price of interrupting such an intimate occasion.
[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

It seemed [member="Maleus"] had been expecting such actions, for the boy's attack was brought to an abrupt halt. Watching the Zabrak lift his arm, Tugoro could only slam his foot into the ground, feeling the oncoming intensity of the Sith's telekinetic attack. Just several hours earlier, the young Padawan had been beaten easily at the hands of the Knight, though this time Tugoro aimed to prove him strength against his foe. The embarrassment and disgrace that he had suffered propelled his actions, his mind not able to rest until Maleus was defeated. Raising both of his sleeved arms, the crimson blade would disengage as the boy held his palms forward, facing the Zabrak.

The strong telekinesis assault in which the Knight sent forth would slam against Tugoro, as the boy concentrated and tried to focus his mind. The vision he had experienced months ago still felt like reality, it was rather obvious as to why the Jedi would attack so hastily. Calming his mental state, Tugoro would call upon the force, gathering it in front of at last minute. The invisible energy that surrounded all living things would surge forward, forming a shield of defense for the Padawan. The impact of Maleus' push technique would cause Tugoro's feet to skid across the ground briefly, though he did not fall. Exhaling loudly, the young boy would feel sort of tired, having only started to recover from the last battle. There would have to be some sort of way for him to defeat the man, and escape from the hellish prison he was containted in.

Gritting his teeth in anger, the thought of being pushed backwards continuously rose within the boy's mind. Did the Knight simply aim to toy with him? That wouldn't do, for if the Padawan had any hopes of defeating his foe, it would be up close in combat. Holding the saber handle with a firm grip, Tugoro would scowl at his opponent, before pacing back and forth slowly. He would have to devise some sort of tactic.

 

[Maleus]

How was it that this child was able to erect a barrier so profound it negated his reach? Envy rushed forth to fuel another tirade of rage inducing trances. Fighting the boy on his terms was out of the question, he had no blade, he would be cut down. The integrity of the boy's connection of the force was to be his true test.

Malues's lower jaw quivered with rage, his eyes changing into a maniacal glare fueled by the repulsion of his strike. Every event that brought him distress, every sensation that caused him pain... Anything that he could use to exploit his emotions was to be used. This time both hands shooting forth exerting his Sith induced force blast into the oncoming direction of Tugoro's form.

There would be no hesitation, nor would he hold back.
He would have to break his will if he was going to win.
[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

The metallic ground on which Tugoro stood would begin to shake as the Knight released a powerful blast. It was fueled by all of his dark side emotions, the young Padawan could feel his hate as the telekinetic attack tumbled forward. Deactivating the lightsaber, Tugoro would have to act fast to negate this attack. Though, luckily for him, he had predicted this exact situation just moments earlier. The though of [member="Maleus"] toying with him was sickening, it was something that the boy wanted to avoid at all costs. Luckily for him, he had formulated a rather simply task, that was difficult to perform. There was no turning back at this point, Tugoro would do anything in his power to fend off the Sith that threatened to imprison him. Hell, he was already imprisoned. Bending his legs at the knees, the young Padawan would launch himself into the air with a force enhanced job, causing him to soar on a diagonal path. Reaching out with his hands and feet, the boy would land against the wall, using the force to cling to metallic surface.

Firmly placing his feet and hands upon the wall, Tugoro would brace himself as the blast went right past him, causing his hair to wave wildly. Eager to test his tactic, the young Jedi would act, pushing against the wall in order to hurl himself forward at a great speed. Igniting the crimson blade, Tugoro would swing his arm upwards as he neared the Knight, aiming to slice through his closest hand that had been raised. Hopefully his unorthodox plan had worked, allowing him to get the jump on the Zabrak.

 

[Maleus]

Tugoro neared his arm with his blade soaring through the air, he had to react, only he couldn't. The ship was a hindrance he was constrained to a shell. The blade ripped into his metallic arm, melted gears and strained bolts cracked under the immense heat. But there was cost to this. With each event, his patience grew less and less tolerant andnow he had been struck. His attempts to toy with the young Padawan got him burned, literally.

His knees bent and his back straightened, his legs carrying him several feet away. Tugoro would be a rag-doll if all went to plan. Maleus opened his palm once more, but this time he attempted to exert his will via the force over Tugoro's whole body. He wished to trash him around violently without respite, or care for what injury he would face.
The dark side empowered the effort, his rage, the conduit of such actions. No more games.
[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

A wide grin would spread across the boy's face, as he felt the beam of plasma impact. It's superheated contents would easily slice away at [member="Maleus"]' arm, freeing the Zabrak of his robotic limb. After slashing through the Sith's limb, Tugoro would look up at the Zabrak, hatred burning in his eyes. He had gotten the drop on the Knight, and was rather eager to deal another blow. Stepping forward to attack, the boy would suddenly pause, looking to Maleus' hand. Tugoro's blade would stop it's movement as it approached the ground, his entire body having hesitated after watching the electric sparks fly here and there. Having looked to his passion for strength, the young Padawan could not help but question whether what he was doing was right or wrong.

He wouldn't have much time to do anything anymore, seeing as the powerful telekinetic blast had sent him flying. In mid-air, his movement would be stopped by the Knight's grip, it managing to lift his entire body. The teen's athletic body would begin to smash into the floor, walls, and ceiling, before being dropped to the ground. Writhing in pain, the boy would struggle to get up, gritting his teeth as blood dripped from his mouth.

 

[Maleus]

Laughed as Tugoro was tossed around like a rag-doll. He wasn't really happy about throwing the padawan around like a wet rag. But he was happy he was able to exploit his emotions into feeling he needed to act immediately to save his skin. Using his hate filled body in a most impressive showing of offense, even wounding Maleus to the point where he was forced to act in order to preserve his life.

Tugoro tried to stand.
"No.."
Maleus forced his hand outwards yet again trying to hit the boy with another blast of condensed energy.
"You've lost the privilege."
[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

The boy's palms would suddenly lift off of the ground, as [member="Maleus"]' force telekinesis once again harnessed around his body. The Knight's dark side powered strength was more than enough to easily overpower the weakened Tugoro. The boy's body would fly backwards, before slamming into the dense metallic wall of the Zabrak's ship. Pain shot up the boy's spine as he was held in his position forcibly, not able to do anything but struggle fruitlessly. The saber he had been wielding moments ago had been knocked from his grasp, laying uselessly on the flow near the Knight. Eying the metallic hilt, the young Padawan would begin to devise a plan, where he would utilize his own telekinesis to strike at Maleus unknowingly.

That plan wouldn't work, for surely the Knight would sense the deception within him. Gritting his teeth in pain, Tugoro would do his best to stop himself from crying out in pain, for the pressure that Maleus applied was rather intense. Slowly but surely turning his head, the young Padawan would attempt to look at Maleus, his eyes half shut due to the pain and exhaustion he felt. There was no way that Tugoro could escape this situation, out of all the stupid things he had done, this way by far the greatest one. The chances of beating Maleus physically was slim to none, and so the Jedi began to panic mentally as his life flashed before his eyes. No, that wouldn't do. Closing them slowly, the boy's breathing would begin to calm, allowing for his mind to do the same as well. He would need to be focused if he were to make it through this, he would need to be a true Jedi.

"There's...Still time." He would manage to spit out, having ceased his struggling against the Knight's superior hold. "She...Believes in...Your light..." He would say, referring to the silver haired lady he had met long ago on Alderaan. He had figured out that the two were connected somehow, though he wasn't exactly sure. Suddenly, the boy's sleeved arm would begin to move, shaking back and forth as it struggled to lift against the powerful current that Maleus controlled. Reaching forward, Tugoro would hold his open palm out to the Knight, his face distorting in pain as the telekinetic grip threatened to crush his arm completely. "Turn...Away from...The darkness..."

 

[Maleus]

"No...No...." Maleus grit his teeth whilst tightening his hold over Tugoro. "This is just a last ditch effort to preserve your skin." Then the events of the past seemed to probe his mind, his afflictions, his misdeeds, all of them coming into fruition. His grip loosened, he'd stumble away, his grip now ceasing completely. This was the boy's chance to end this fight.

To kill this monster that stood before him.

Maleus's own body fell to the floor with his gaze directed to the floor. He stood now, his eyes resting over Tugoro's form. His hand slowly reaching for the lad's hand. To solidify the terms. He looked over his shoulder momentarily and swore he saw Alexandra's bright smile etched into the foreground, the stars came together to finish the picture.

"The..... Light....?" He'd ask, obviously shaken.
[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

The battered and bruised boy would fall to the ground with a thud, his knees hitting the metallic panels first. Wincing in pain, Tugoro's breathing would remain heavy as his arms extended once more, planting their hands on the ground before his face could slam into it. The boy's chest would continue to heave up and down as tried to recover, his gaze lifting to watch as [member="Maleus"] stumbled backwards. Sweat and blood would drip down Tugoro's forehead as his vision honed in on the Zabrak, and then the saber hilt that was only a few meters away. If he acted quickly, the fight would be finished, leaving the Jedi as the victor. Finally, the months of nightmares would be over, the vision he had experienced in the caves would never come true. Looking towards the sparks that crackled occasionally from the Zabrak's arm, Tugoro could not help but think of his own cybernetic hand. He never wanted to become like Maleus. Instead, he would change the Sith to be like him.

"...Yeah..." He breathed, still sounding extremely tired. In all truth, Tugoro was rather hesitant mentally to take Maleus' hand, having known it was extended the entire time he was recovering. The boy's trembling arm would slowly begin to lift, leaving his body to be supported only by one, that was in fact injured. Tugoro's elbow would buckle under the pressure, causing him to fall face first. His head would smack against the metallic ground, rendering him unconscious.