An apple a day keeps the doctor at bay. Unless you really despise doctors, then it might be enough to fling 'em out the airlock, with the appropriate manifestation of will. The cauldron, they called it, though it gave rise to inclinations of an arena of certain grandiose magnitudes. What a wonderful way to spend a free day, thought the Sith Lord, as he watched the acolytes and trainee's attend to their most basic of skills. And they were being asked to endure the pain of wayward stingers and training apparatus, which was more than enough to bring a smile to his typically haggard and stoic expression.
He hardly needed any training, though the refresher course was required for even the most veteran of fighters. Tapas, that was as simple to some as breathing. But he recalled his first delves into the power, on the snow ridden planet of Arkania, a child flung into the cold with nothing but cloth to assist endeavors of staying warm and surviving. Lamented tendencies of a father who cared for nothing but experimentation and a mother who was never there, a child learned the hard way what some here would gradually come to accept in terms that didn't threaten life and limb. It went against his training philosophy to not cast the die in such dire circumstances, his belief residing in the notions that the greatest leap in knowledge and skill could be derived on the precipice of desperation, born of the frailty of life and how quickly it could be snatched away. In his own way, his mind echoed the words spout by [member="Darth Vornskr"].
Nevertheless, he appreciated the efforts of the admiral and her attempts to train in mass. Besides the experience with the Lotek'k, he had so rarely been gifted the opportunity to see the woman work. The apple skin rolled around in his mouth as he wiped the juice from chomping lips, soon to evaporate upon the armorweave sleeve of his identity-concealing robe. All one had to do was merely look and sense, though, to delineate the malice that steeped from his presence and derive affiliation. Identity, though, would be far more difficult to ascertain given the failure to acquiesce persona in most situations.
He had the aura of a monster and the natural tendency towards patience, an odd and jarring combination. And for now, he remained silent in his casual observation of the training.
[member="Ashin Varanin"]
