How I see Meditation (Anaya)

[Jacen Cavill]

Ossus


Seven...Eight...Nine...Ten...


After the last one, he let the thick durasteel bar crash to the floor of the former Jedi training facility. Each side of the bar was weighted with 6 forty-five pound plates, and his legs ached from the strain of deadlifting it. Green eyes looked to the chrono-meter, seeing that his thirty seconds were up. He moved on to the next station in the grueling regime he had put forth for himself. Bare feet strode across the concrete floor as he walked to another weight cage, and he quickly placed his thick hands around the bar. Looking into the mirror, he made sure his legs were spaced properly, and that his back was straight as he began to straighten his arms out. He barely recognized the bearded shabby man in front of him, nothing about him was the same. Save the reflections Jacen, and lift.

So he exploded and lifted the weighted bar above his head.

The muscles around his core clenched, and his knees stayed slightly bent as he looked up at the weight above his head. Every breath he took in he lowered the bar to his chest, and with every exhale the bar was raised. His spinus erectus muscle was taught, as with everything else in his body. Blood vessels where popping up all over his once nimble frame, now firmly packed with muscle. As he went through the sets, he could feel pain rippling through his body. In that pain though, he found focus, and with that focus he channeled his rage. As the lactic acid began to build to an excruciating level, he simply dropped the bar after screaming the last set out.

Pacing like an animal for a moment, the Sith Apprentice enjoyed the clarity of the moment.

He could see his rage manifest, and all of the anger inside of him for what it was. In these moments, he could contemplate the Force, and see his place in it. It wasn't an ally like the Jedi said, no it was something to be controlled just like these plates and bars before him. It wasn't the meditation his master had recommended, but it was the meditation that he could easily perform. Without his former life, he needed purpose, and purpose needed commitment. If he was to serve the Empire, and destroy her enemies, there could be no weaknesses. That's why he studied at all hours of the day, why he worked on every aspect of his Force training, and why his meditation was just an excuse to forge this body into perfection.

No, Jacen Cavill was no longer a Count of Serreno. He was something else something...more. Taking a moment to clear his mind, he looked up at the wall before him.

Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.​

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There was truth to the words carved into the ancient stone, and he smiled. That was...until he felt another's darkness in the room. One much more powerful than his own.

Without hesitation, the barely clothed man kneeled and lowered his head. "I meant no disrespect, I thought the facilities were to be used by whomever."

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya watched him, concealing herself in the force her hungry eyes followed his lithe form as she leant on the door frame, her tongue ran over her lips as she contemplated the possibilities before her. Here was Tirdarius's pet fresh for the taking, strong in the force but yet uncontrolled, she could take him away have her way with him make him want nothing more than to be at her side, or she could simply just have her way with him and let it be that. But why pass up the opportunity to steal someone else's pet, especially one that she could use more than Tirdarius.

As he stopped and looked up the wall, Anaya followed his line of sight spotting the sith code carved into the wall she smirked and stepped forward finally unveiling herself in the force. The reaction was instant as he dropped to one knee his head lowered. Anaya cackled and clapped with delight as she made her way over to him, circling him for a moment trailed her fingers lightly across his shoulders, coming to a stop in front of him they found his chin and tilted it up to look her in the eye.

"Get up, Cavill." She said softly her finger never leaving his chin as he obeyed. He stood a few inches higher than her but that meant little to her. Moving her fingers from his chin the trailed them down his bare chest before circling him once more and moving away to admire him from a meter away. "I must ask Tirdarius where he found such a pretty apprentice." she mused aloud before meeting Jacen's eyes once more "Do you know who I am, Jacen?"

 

[Jacen Cavill]

In such a kneeled position, his breathing came rather heavy from the previous exertion. Droplets of sweat fell from the beard growing freely on his face, and a few stray beads of the salty liquid made their way to his eyes. Cool stone on his foot was rather cold, and his knee ached from holding the position as the more powerful being strolled in. For one so accustomed to receiving such signs of respect, to have the position flipped was different. His Master had made him practice the simple gesture quite a bit after arriving on Korriban. While at first it had brought annoyance and more rage, it had made sense the more he had thought about it. There was nothing wrong with his rage, but to lead, you must first serve.

So he knelt as the red Twi'lek pranced about him, idly touching his heavily muscled shoulder.

Upon hearing his last name and the command, he rose to his full height and made sure to keep his eyes up. The Sith before him was a powerful woman, Anaya Fen, if his memory served him correctly. Part of his studying had been to learn the Order through and through, it's history and it's current members. If he wasn't exhaustively going over Sith philosophy, or looking over tomes he never knew existed. He was looking through the profiles of those who were his superiors, those he hoped to one day join in the pursuit of control over all. "Yes, I am Master Tirdarius' apprentice." He didn't know quite why he had said that, maybe just an affirmation in case she felt the need to hurt him.

There was that fear of the unknown again, and his rage came to match it.

"He didn't find me, I was marooned on Korriban and to be left for dead. My father wanted to make sure I would never be able to take his position, and if memory serves you are Anaya Fen." His words were uncertain as he stood at parade rest, even if he looked ridiculous only wearing some torn up trousers and nothing else. "You are one of the Empresses' most trusted warriors, and a powerful Sith from what I have read."

The words were hard to form, as his jaw clenched from the held back rage.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya smirked feeling his rising rage. "Yes, you were dumped. And Tirdarius found you. Well, technically his men found you, but the details are unimportant. At least he's smart enough to educate you, though I daresay it must be tough to re-educate a man of noble birth."

Having been a slave, Anaya enjoyed that Jacen had been brought low. She strongly believed that all nobles should be brought to their knees and made to see what the world was really like. A small flame of hatred sparked inside her and she closed her eyes for a moment nursing the small flame into a burning fire before opening her eyes once more.

"One of the most trusted warrior's..." she mused "Trust is short lived, I find. I was the last Emperor's hand and I had no difficulty betraying him." She sat down on one of the weight benches, her eyes never leaving him "Look at me when I talk to you Jacen." She snapped at him her voice loosing it's soft tone. She hated not being met eye to eye, she hated the way slaves did it and she would not tolerate it in a Sith, she wanted to see into the persons soul, she wanted to see what they could hide with their expression but not their eyes.

When his eyes finally met here she smirked at him once more "Look how far you have fallen. Once on top and now begin stepped on by those greater then you. How much did it hurt to kneel to a race you know to be slaves?" she asked him.

Pushing buttons, was a good game. She almost dared him to unleash the rage he was trying so hard to hold back.

 

[Jacen Cavill]

Jacen lowered his eyes dutifully, emerald iris' looking at the one taunting him. Keep it in line Jacen, keep it in line. The thought became a mantra that he kept repeating to himself to try and keep his calm, even as his eyes began to burn. This time he had to seriously focus, somehow her words managed to get under his skin. Her demeanor, as well as her race screamed slave species to him. Yet, here he was, once proud noble, being subservient to her. It irked him to his very core, to the set of values he still had begrudgingly held fast to. Even as he tried his hardest to let go of his old life, the woman before him was reminding him of it. Just the sway of her hips, and how she mocked him bugged him. Let it go, your old life is over. She is an agent of the Empire Jacen, learn your new place. It was the motto he had been following since encountering Lord Tirdarius, and it was the only thing holding him back right now. He wanted to rip her lekku off and make her bow to him, but he knew to attempt such would be folly...

"Yes, I was left for dead in a deal that my father made. I will rectify that mistake, as I am currently trying to correct how I was raised. I am grateful to have found a new direction in life, a new purpose. I would rather see the Empire take over the galaxy than ever reclaim my birthright."

His attempt to deflect didn't seem to work, as she eyed him like a panther eyes its prey.

"I admit, it is difficult to adjust to my new place in this life. I would rather bow to those who would use me, than stand proud among those who would cast me aside for a title. There's no telling what my poor mother is going through because of my father, and at least here I know who my enemies are. The Sith don't waste the effort in show, you are either useful or you are dead. Plus, I get to use the powers I have felt in my blood my entire life. How can I not love what fate has done to me?"

Thick muscles on his powerful frame flexed as he adjusted himself, and he was aware of how she was looking at him. He paid no attention though, as his rage was finally subsiding again. If she wanted to toy with him, that was her prerogative. To Jacen, this was merely an exercise in refreshing honesty. It wasn't the easiest lesson to learn, but it was one worth learning. Pondering his next words for a moment, he asked the question he wanted an answer to as soon as she made the statment. "If you served the former Emperor, why betray him for Lady Desmius? I know our Order is one based on power and the control of the weak, but why cast aside the bonds of loyalty so quickly?" It wasn't anger, or mockery. Just genuine curiosity from one not fully indoctrinated.....yet.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Impressive

Anaya nodded slowly at his response, pleased at his ability to fight back his anger, rather than start a fight he wouldn't win. He had potential. Tilting her head she looked at him through the force, sensing his anger, but beneath it was ambition and with Tirdarius training him he could be quite something. One to keep an eye on, and perhaps nudge in the right direction when the time was right. For now though, she could just have her fun with him.

Tucking her legs up underneath him she titled her head in though at his question. "Because Moridin did not have the interests of the Empire at heart. I live to serve the Empire, not its ruler and if its ruler is unfit then another must take his or her place. Ashin had the Empire's best interests at heart." But does she now? The whispered doubt crept up on her and Anaya smacked it aside without second thought.

Now was not the time to worry about her superiors. "You, however, were not designed to serve. You were bred to lead. One day you might, but you have to make the right friends along the way."

 

[Jacen Cavill]

"So you serve the Empire, not the ruler...."

It was a most interesting thought, and her words made sense. If the ruler is no longer fit to lead, then the strongest must take their place. Weakness was to be discarded, it was something to be destroyed. That was the core of the Sith ideology, the very bedrock of the Empire. It was the maxim from which the code was derived, and it was the virtue by which all lived. Yes, emotion was allowed, but strength was key. Her words on who your friends were echoed as truth in his mind as well, raw strength meant nothing if not applied intelligently. That had been the one lesson that his Master had hammered in his head incessantly, almost to the point of making Jacen wanting to kill him over it. His initial assesment of Anaya had been way off the mark, this wasn't some slave woman. No, she was taunting him to test him. Her mind was a wondrous creation it seemed, and her predatory eyes hinted at a dark intelligence he could barely fathom.

"I don't know what I was meant for. I just know fate didn't want me to be a Count of Serenno. Whatever path I take is what the Force and the Empire dictates. My hands are to be commanded by those above me. Should I rise, I will do as those before me did." A smirk crossed his face at the thought, then he decided to indulge himself.

"Can I be honest? I have always found your race stunning, I just was never allowed to speak of such things in my former life. Now, whats the worst that could happen? You kill me for only affirming what you already know?" It was a bold move on his part, but he had learned that being bold wasn't a bad thing with the Sith.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya sighed at his direction and shook her head. "No Jacen. Your father didn't want you to be Count of Serenno. The oath you take is of your own choosing. Your hands are yours to command and you will rise as you see fit. While I like that you are being remade, you should hold on to this lesson. One I learnt from the Empress herself. To be a Sith, is to be what you want, to take what you want and overcome anything that stands in your way."

A light laugh escaped her lips at his comment about her race and she rose to her feet closing the gap between them. "I wouldn't waste my energy killing someone for complimenting my race." she said with a sly grin "I could, however, conjure up a punishment much more to my taste..." a flash of lust crossed her eyes but she contained herself. "Aside from being a trusted warrior, what else do you know about me?" She wondered just how well Tirdarius educated his pupils, or, more importantly how much details Jacen had gone into when researching his superiors.