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[Darth Nemis The Undying]

Nemis was genuinely enraged. 'What an insolent bunch of fiends,' He thought to himself. 'I threatened that bastard to make a point to him. I stood up for all of us, and somehow I'm the one eager for bloodshed? To hell with them all!' Nemis was emotionally and physically steaming. 'I don't need any of them. One day, they'll all bow to me as a god. He says I'm no 'Darth'? I'll show him what it means to bear the title 'Darth'! I'll show them all why they call me 'The Undying'...'

 

[Darth Hashira]

Oodar pressed his right pointer finger hard against the shoulder of [member="Darth Nemis The Undying"] ''You are are many things, but a god, darth and physically strong are none of them. ''I've stepped on goons more threatening than you. If you ever wish to see your lightsaber returned I suggest you act like you are at least some what worthy of fighting underneath the banner of the One Sith''

 

[Darth Morsus]

The Kaleesh would watch as the students began to quarrel with one another with a look of disinterest. He didn't care in the slightest if they killed one another off, it would only mean that there would be less competition down the line. With luck their mutual destruction would come quickly, so that the trials would begin immediately and the weak would be weeded out.

The Kaleesh wasn't foolish, however. Should one of the students attempt a quarrel with him, he would not hesitate to fight back, and fight back with the intent to kill. For now, however, the Kaleesh would continue to observe the student's activities motionlessly.

 

[Froste]

Cole watched the scene unfold silently. He had no desire to instigate the other Acolytes so early, and he found that the bloodthirst that some of the others had was not only misdirected, but with poor timing as well. To disrupt a simple tour intended to only show the Acolytes where everything was situated in the academy did not sit well with Cole. He was, after all, here to learn and this disruption did more harm than it did help. However, it was not only that which had bothered him about this occurrence. It was also the fact that the one who had named himself Darth Nemis had been so eager to sever the ties of potential allies and partners. He will not receive my aid, should he ask for it.

There was, however, the giant who had stopped the commotion. Not only had he stepped in to interfere, seemingly sharing an ideal with Cole. The giant also was, a giant. It appeared he would make a rather decent ally, and Cole had decided to pursue that option. He waited until everybody seemed to cool down, then he began to make his way over to the giant.

 

[Sinistra]

All those new to the fold wished to gain attention and favor, they postured as predators do, striving to be the lead of the pack. The cunning ones would goad the brutal ones into getting loud. The cooler heads would be silent and watch the dance of death. Sinistra had seen it all before and she herself had survived the gauntlet at one of the most rigorous Sith academies. This group before her was no different. The sight of the training ring bubbled up many an emotion, and those eager to win a position of power would jump at the chance to find some purchase.

"If you are all quite finished..." The growl of her vocoder was suddenly very loud in the small area in front of her, but she did not move a muscle.

"The answers to the questions here are that the academy will teach you to use whatever weapon you choose in whatever combat style suits you however this is a great deal less important than learning to use the weapon rattling around in your feeble skulls. Onward we go."

She turned sharply, and marched quickly into the great hall where there was a desk to process them all, assigning them a bunk in the dormitory, a foot locker for their things, a standard issue saber for use within combat training if they arrived without a weapon. They were issued a datapad, loaded with names of instructors, the class schedules, the floorplan of the academy, and any other bits of information they would likely need for instruction. There was only 1 more portion to their first day.

Assessment.

They were all to report to a training area deep in the caverns. It was well lit, although smelled a little musty. The room itself was very, very long. Sinistra waited there for them, a long counter stretched across the wall at one end, and on it there was a blaster rifle and a weighted sphere, one for each of them.

When all had been gathered, she stepped back in front of them.

"It is time to see what you know. You will all be tested on basic skills and abilities. This is not a test on how well you do something, only if you can. Everyone has to be placed accordingly. Take the blaster, step up to the line on the floor, and aim down range at the target in front of you. Empty your clip, eject it and place the rifle back on the counter when you have finished. Fire when ready."

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[Xar Jurn]

xar walked up to one of the blasters and picked it up, it seemed to be rather normal nothing about it seemed to be tampered with and from what he could tell it was as standard as they come. he then went down on one knee and took aim at the sphere and started to fire off rounds methodically as if he was in a trance, a good amount of the rounds either hit the sphere straight on of glanced off the side of it while the rest missed barely. after he had emptyied the clip of the baster he followed what the sith lord had said and ejected it before settng it on the counter and walked off a small distance from the firing range.

 

[Darth Nemis The Undying]

'Great...' Nemis wasn't having a fantastic day, so being tested in blaster proficiency wasn't helping his mood. Being raised a gladiator, he was taught all angles of melee and hand-to-hand combat, but never in blasters. He was terrified of being judged by Sinistra anymore, but he knew the only way to deal with his problems were to end them.
He marched over to the blaster rack, ripped one off the shelf, got into an improvised firing stance, and emptied his magazine at the target. He knew he would most likely have the worst accuracy in the group but he no longer cared. He attempted to remove the magazine with some great difficulty, but eventually got it out. He put the magazine and the weapon on the counter next to Xar's and walked off.

 

[Darth Morsus]

After Nemis was finished his turn in the firing range, the Kaleesh stepped up next. Reaching over with his left arm, the warrior-to-be picked up the blaster and firmly grasped it's handle. The Kaleesh took a moment to examine the weapon and get a feel for it. it was a truly magnificent product of engineering, so perfect in it's design and function. The Kaleesh always had an affinity for machinery, knowing how to take something apart and put it back together perfectly. He could probably do the same to this blaster, but that was not the goal of this test.

The Kaleesh would walk over to the firing range, his footsteps would produce their distinct metallic clink as well as the straining of leather from his clothing. The Kaleesh paused for a moment; looking at the blaster in his left hand, he decided to switch the weapon to his right hand before finally pressing the holographic, hexagon shaped button on the console in front of the range. At once, the weighted sphere would levitate into the air and become illuminated with a large holographic circle. The Kaleesh raised his right arm, pointing the weapon at the sphere and firing once, hitting the target on the sphere dead-on. The sphere would suddenly move to the right, and the Kaleesh would adjust his aim accordingly. His arm was perfectly still, stabilizing the blaster with merely one hand as though it was some common pistol. One would see almost machine-like accuracy in his shooting.

The Kaleesh would continue to repeat these exceptional results until hot steam arose from the cooling vents of the Blaster, indicating a lack of ammunition. Flicking his wrist to the right, the magazine would forcefully eject from the weapon from the sudden movement before the Kaleesh silently slid another fresh clip into the weapon. The Kaleesh made sure that the magazine was snugly in place before returning to the counter from which he took it and placed it back down. He would then silently backpedal into the group of other trainees to watch.

 

[Crentice]

Crentice was nervous about this. His skill in blasters was not anything even close to decent or okay. He was the worst at this. Crentice picked up a blaster and loaded the clip in it. He dropped to one of his knees. He aimed, his sights were moving everywhere. He thought to himself that he was glad he didn't join the army. He fired his blaster, giving a slight period of rest between each shot in hopes of having a better chance of hitting his target. He proceeded to do this until he emptied his clip. He ejected his clip and set down his blaster on the table. Crentice walked away, disappointed as he only hit one shot out of the entire clip.

 

[Darth Hashira]

Oodar would walk up to the blaster rack and pick up one of the blaster. His frame so large, the rifle could almost fit into the palm of his hand. He walked over to the instructor (@Sinistra) and showed her the stark contrast of the small blaster to his large, bulky hands. ''I can't use this'' he would say, handing over the rifle. ''My smallest finger can't even fit inside the trigger guard''

 

[Froste]

Cole spent as little time as he could getting processed. He was given a bunk in the dormitory, along with a footlocker in front of it. Cole didn't feel the footlocker would get too much use, and he wasn't too sure about the bunk either. Either way, it was nice to be given the option. He was also given a basic saber, which he was sure wouldn't get nearly as much use either. The true prize he had been given during his experience in getting processed was the datapad. The information inside was very valuable to Cole, as it seemed to be an excellent way to receive even more training. Cole spent a few moments getting himself acquainted to the vast amount of information he held in his hands before taking off to meet up at the predetermined spot in the caverns.

Cole had arrived to the meeting area soon enough, with just a few other Acolytes beating him there. The group waited a little while for the rest of the new arrivals until the Sith Lord gave instruction. The Acolytes were to display their skills with blasters, as their instructor put it. Cole craned his neck towards the wall of the cavern. He made note of the counter and the blasters atop of it. It seemed obvious that those were the blasters they were meant to use. The Lord gave the instruction to fire when ready, and Cole immediately made his way for the counter. He grabbed a blaster and made his way for the line. He brought the blaster up and aimed for the target, taking slow and steady shots. Nearing the end of the clip, a good majority of the shots had hit. Cole shot twice more and the blaster had emptied itself. He ejected the clip as he walked back to the counter, then set it down carefully where it was before. He then made his way over to where the others who had finished already were gathering, awaiting further instruction.

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[Zephyrius]

Zephyr approached the counter and picked up the rifle giving it a quick once over before loading a clip into. He brought rifle to bare standing sideways and looking at the group the whole while he depressed the trigger as every shot hit center mass before the blaster clicked indicating that all available power in the cartridge had been spent. Being Miraluka Zephyr had no need to even look at the target to know where it was he could see nearly everything in the room at the same time with out looking. His master command of force sight even allowed him to see through walls along with determining weather or not something was alive or dead. He smirked at the sound of the click as he ejected the cartridge placing it in the spent cartridges box and laying the rifle down where he had picked it up before returning to a wall to lean upon.

 

[Gorteko Graye]

Having followed their guide, Gorteko picked up his equipment at the desk and finished up processing then headed towards the caverns with the rest of the group. Having been told that their first assessment would be on blaster fire Gorteko couldn't help but smirk; after all, that was his specialty. Watching the other acolytes go up and fire, he bade his time, not wanting to seem over eager to show off.

After a few others had finished firing Gorteko walked over to pick up with rifle and then towards the range. He put the rifle up to his shoulder as he looked down the range, raising the weapon to aim at his target. He fired two shots, both hitting directly, then he took a breath before firing once more. The shot missed slightly above and to the left, repeating his previous actions, he took a breath and fired another shot. This one missed slightly above and to the right of the ball target. Gorteko then lowered the rifle and let it fall from his hand, catching it just before it hit the ground using the force. Raising the weapon above his head, and folding his arms he fired repeatedly, missing slightly below the target in a curve going from left to right. When the last shot rang out Gorteko removed the magazine from the weapon and placed them both in their respective places and then walked back to where he was standing before.

If one were to look down the range, at the blaster marks on the cavern wall one might see something that resembles a smiley face, with the ball target, being the nose. While the actions were unnecessary, this was an assessment. Gorteko knew that this display would not only show his ability, but give hints to his nature as well.

 

[Rexus]

Rexus takes a gander at his living quarters and took note of how superior they were to what he had back in the fighting pits. Rexus would immediately take the issued lightsaber and marvel at it. He was finally wielding something truly powerful. It would be more than suitable until the time arose to make one of his own. Taking the data pad and gazing upon it's contents, Rexus gave it an almost quizzical look as if he were having difficulty reading or understanding it. A scoff quickly follows said datapad being thrown back into the pile of his other stuff.


Following the others, Rexus makes his way into the chamber and takes note of the range situated before them. He wasn't particularly good nor bad with a blaster with all things considered. Truthfully, He'd gotten some experience during the revolt and what came after. Rexus approaches his blaster and takes the weapon in hand, his eyes scanning the weapon for any imperfections. Content, Rexus loads the weapon and holds it outward, his size and stature affording him the ability to wield it one handed. Taking aim, Rexus tries to steady himself the best he can, a mechanical wheeze or two escaping him as he sights in on the target. With a single press of the trigger, Rexus sends a single bolt down range that misses it's target entirely. Three bolts later and Rexus has scored only a glancing blow against the target.


Infernal device!


Rage. Rexus could feel it welling up within him as he took a moment to focus on the target. He hated it. He hated the blaster. He hated his own incompetence. Firing again and again, Rexus suddenly finds himself scoring more hits than misses. Unknown to Rexus, his hate was fueling the Darkside which was aiding him in turn. His focus was beginning to sharpen as the Dark guided his actions to a degree. With his final depressing of the trigger, Rexus scores a center of mass hit on the target. Rexus removes the clip and tosses the weapon back upon the table rather unceremoniously. The Sith would then turn and approach the others wordlessly as he takes up position at the back of the group. An amateur. He had gone and looked like an amateur in front of the others.

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[RoyaleChaos]

Zratos grabbed a blaster and examined it before aiming and hitting the target with every shot hitting somewhere within the two inner rings before stepping back to examine the data paf with a smile. There was so much information to learn and manipulate.

 

[Onasius Gruwel]

Onasius cared not for physical possessions. The new Sith acolyte cared only about power and how to obtain it over others. Those jet black eyes held want for nothing more than the fiery destruction of the galaxy as a whole. There was no greater honor in the Yevetha’s head than to bring an end to life, discrimination against no one. This lead him to disregard his sleeping quarters all together. He had no need for cold durasteel beds nor a container for his clothes and items. Sharp clawed hands gathered his apprentice robes and a silver hilted lightsaber but nothing else. It was time to meet the rest of the group in another area. Finally it was time to train.

The mass of military style dorms were rather difficult or Onasius to wade through given his refusal to use the datapad technology granted to him. He finally found another acolyte to follow and snuck in behind him. He was just in time to take his turn with the blaster rifle, something he hoped he would never have to do. Blasters, lightsabers, datapads, none of these were comfortable to use, all of his being despised these circuits and breakable parts. He preferred solid things like willpower and sheer force. Flimsy spark plugs and laser beams were no match for brute strength.

It would be a sight to watch, what appeared to be the devil himself picking up a gun and being flustered at its touch. For the first time, unless they had been paying attention, the class would see him for who he was. The Dark Side smothered him and contained all of his rage and forced him to focus. He was anything but a good shot however, and failed to hit the target once. It was a fate he could have assumed would happen. However given the circumstance and how much was up for grabs, embarrassment was not the only feeling he had anymore.

Blasters may have not been his weapon of choice, however his dew-claws were. When he was angry, they were his solution. When he became angry at the shooting range, nothing was different. The darkness took hold and the new Sith extended his claws to their full potential and let out a blood-cry so dark Tuk’ata on Korriban would cringe and slink back to their caves. The possessed Onasius viciously stabbed the blaster. The standard issue plasteel blaster was damaged severely and quite the scene had been made.

Perhaps he was going to be the first of his group to witness the wrath of the Sith Lords. It was common knowledge those who hoarded riches never cared for their trinkets to be damaged.

 

[Sinistra]

Sinistra wasn't overly concerned with their accuracy so much as their ability. Some could put a grouping center mass, down range. Some couldn't hit the broadside of a barn. It mattered little one way or another.

The tantrum was a new one.

Once everyone had completed their clips and either returned their guns, or destroyed them as it were, she called for a cease fire. The targets were cleared, the blasters forgotten as she pulled a weighted sphere from the small table behind her and held it out in her hand.

"According to our records, you are all force sensitive. Or should be. Stand on the line again but this time face the counter. Concentrate on the weighed ball and call it to your hand. You may not touch it before hand. You cannot physically reach for it. We are testing your knowledge of telekinesis. Begin."

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[RoyaleChaos]

Zratos focused on the ball and it raised up and he let it drift back into his hand before stepping back into the shadows with a smirk.

 

[Matthew(Rogue)Drevur]

"Hah! This is gonna be easy!" I channel the Force through my arm and raise the ball, then mover it closer to my hand before it falls into my palm. "See, easy."

(OOC: Due to real life I was not able to reply, I finally got some time so now im back.)

 

[Kayden Ouron]

After the submarine left, a new one took it's place although the only one to come out was a single acolyte who had only just arrived on the planet within the hour and missed the first lesson. This acolyte looked rather unremarkable aside from the fact that he was wearing a uniform instead of a robe. This meant he was also a private in the army serving under Konrad. This young man was named Kayden Ouron.

Ok I'm here... so now what? Kayden thought to himself as he entered the room. Sith are known for being some of the most ruthless people in the galaxy so I better try my best not to push their buttons. In fact I'd better avoid talking to them more then I have too just to be on the safe side. Judging from the fancy armor Kayden correctly assumed that @Sinistra was the teacher here so Kayden approached her in order to catch up on the lessen plan. "My lady. Forgive me for being late, my transport ship had only arrived half a hour ago."