Jatt Cath
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Jatt Cath
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[member="Damien Daemon"]
Jatt Cath
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Jatt sat back on the transport as it glided through the dense forest of Mandalore, he stared down at the trees and vines that blanketed the ground below. His hand rested on his Lightsaber as he drummed against the glass impatiently. He had come here to find a master, someone to train him and he couldn't stand being cooped up any longer. The heated transport caused him to sweat slightly in his trainee robe, as he wiped a bead of sweat from his head. A Pyramid like a temple came into view as the transport slowed down, slowly landing on the stone pathway. Jatt nodded to the driver before the doors slid open as he stepped out into the humid air. He took a deep breath, he had heard a lot about this place and the kind of training he could get. Epp his former master told him that he sought to form an alliance with this group to restore the Order to the Galaxy.
He stepped into the Temple, his eyes darting around searching for someone, anyone who could answer a question. He approached a hooded woman "Where can I find, someone to teach me" he said flatly. She glanced at him slightly a bit annoyed. "What is it you seek? This is a place of learning not wild flinging of demands" she said to him. "I want someone who can help me... help me get stronger," he said. She pointed to the stone bench that was firmly in the center of the temple foyer "Sit. Someone will be with you shortly" She said walking away without even waiting for his response. Jatt walked over to the bench sitting he put his hood over his head he couldn't wait for his chance to kill the Mauraders who killed Epp and this was the first step.
He stepped into the Temple, his eyes darting around searching for someone, anyone who could answer a question. He approached a hooded woman "Where can I find, someone to teach me" he said flatly. She glanced at him slightly a bit annoyed. "What is it you seek? This is a place of learning not wild flinging of demands" she said to him. "I want someone who can help me... help me get stronger," he said. She pointed to the stone bench that was firmly in the center of the temple foyer "Sit. Someone will be with you shortly" She said walking away without even waiting for his response. Jatt walked over to the bench sitting he put his hood over his head he couldn't wait for his chance to kill the Mauraders who killed Epp and this was the first step.
Matreya
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Slowly the world around the youth would vanish, dissolving as if on a bad acid trip. When it was clear, a man would next appear, growing from a haze that seemed more in his mind than reality. Draped in flowing black robes, dragging along the ground around him, Damien arched a brow at the youth, "You honestly believed some form of temple was here on Mandalore? Or that this, the Mandalorian home planet, would house any form of such if there ever were one?" Damien asked, then slowly the real surroundings came into being. They sat beneath a starry evening, eyeing their surroundings would show they stood midst a large prairie.
Nowhere would his ship be seen.
"Do not worry, about your ship, pilot, or yourself. If I wanted you dead, you would be... as well as anyone else on this planet I wished." Damien said, then he gestured, "You can stand, no need to sit." At that he would approach slowly, his silken robes rippling ever so gently, "Firstly, I haven't read your mind, as I am not the kind to do so without permission, not anymore. So I don't know what you know." He paused, examined the youth a bit more up close, "Because of this I have to ask: what made you think there would be a temple here? There never has been, ever. Nor a sect anywhere near enough to be known as a Faction amongst the Manda... well until recent times. Daemon's are growing in number..."
At that he once more moved his hand, signalling to follow as he walked amongst the grass, "I heard you speaking with your pilot, I know you seek a Master... I will take you under my wing if you wish it."
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Nowhere would his ship be seen.
"Do not worry, about your ship, pilot, or yourself. If I wanted you dead, you would be... as well as anyone else on this planet I wished." Damien said, then he gestured, "You can stand, no need to sit." At that he would approach slowly, his silken robes rippling ever so gently, "Firstly, I haven't read your mind, as I am not the kind to do so without permission, not anymore. So I don't know what you know." He paused, examined the youth a bit more up close, "Because of this I have to ask: what made you think there would be a temple here? There never has been, ever. Nor a sect anywhere near enough to be known as a Faction amongst the Manda... well until recent times. Daemon's are growing in number..."
At that he once more moved his hand, signalling to follow as he walked amongst the grass, "I heard you speaking with your pilot, I know you seek a Master... I will take you under my wing if you wish it."
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Jatt Cath
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Jatt's brows furrowed at the fading of his surroundings, suddenly the warm air returned and he felt as if the world began to fall all around him. He spotted the robed man as he spoke to him, his voice both regal and intimidating. Jatt stood up straight refusing to show any fear, despite his feelings of being so to the contrary. The question came to him like a stone to the gut, had he been lied to was it all just some imagined promise land. "My former master told me of a temple here. That I could find a means of restoring Order here," he said. He followed behind the man his offer to be his master was exhilarating though he feared that he would be unable to please this man.
"If there is no temple here, if it is so dead here then why are you here? And what are the Daemons?" he hurled question after question. His patience wearing thin as he felt the Master was mocking his ignorance. He crossed his arms as they waded through the waist length grass. It had been a while since he had to listen to someone else. His hand clasped his lightsaber hilt, the cold metal was his only comfort in this foreign land. He could sense the wildlife, coming alive around him the Dense Forest that lined the Prarie was far from inviting but even its contents called to him. The Earth was alive with the force around him, he could see why someone would train here.
He watched the back of the Man's Robes as they flowed in the warm winds. Who was this mysterious stranger, and how was he so powerful that he could make him see an entire temple? He thought to himself.
[member="Damien Daemon"]
"If there is no temple here, if it is so dead here then why are you here? And what are the Daemons?" he hurled question after question. His patience wearing thin as he felt the Master was mocking his ignorance. He crossed his arms as they waded through the waist length grass. It had been a while since he had to listen to someone else. His hand clasped his lightsaber hilt, the cold metal was his only comfort in this foreign land. He could sense the wildlife, coming alive around him the Dense Forest that lined the Prarie was far from inviting but even its contents called to him. The Earth was alive with the force around him, he could see why someone would train here.
He watched the back of the Man's Robes as they flowed in the warm winds. Who was this mysterious stranger, and how was he so powerful that he could make him see an entire temple? He thought to himself.
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Matreya
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Damien sensed a single action. Touch to a saber hilt. He froze...
"Draw it." Damien said, "I will answer after." That was it. Now he relaxed his shoulders, slowly exhaling until he was absolutely relaxed. This would be the first of many lessons for the boy. Damien was over 3 millennia, had studied hundreds of Martial Arts, mastered dozens of close quarter weapons, hundreds of ranged weapons, as well was at the peak of mentalistic capabilities.
He could make the boy only believe he was fighting Damien, or a hundred of him, or simply face him as a true opponent...
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"Draw it." Damien said, "I will answer after." That was it. Now he relaxed his shoulders, slowly exhaling until he was absolutely relaxed. This would be the first of many lessons for the boy. Damien was over 3 millennia, had studied hundreds of Martial Arts, mastered dozens of close quarter weapons, hundreds of ranged weapons, as well was at the peak of mentalistic capabilities.
He could make the boy only believe he was fighting Damien, or a hundred of him, or simply face him as a true opponent...
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Jatt Cath
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An Arrogant smirk spread across his face the moment he was challenged, He unhooked his saber and activated it in a swift fluid motion. "If you're sure Master" He said as he charged. He swung violently, though he had some training with a saber his skills were quite unrefined. From the moment his LightSaber was in hand it brought him back to his training Epp, his mission and his solid belief that revenge was the only answer to finding peace. Each strike more vicious than the last as he swung his it around himself as he cut the distance between the two of them.
Matreya
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Damien would instantly delve inside then out of the robes, slithering back inside it before drawing his arms in then launching through the opening. As he did so the robe was cut into pieces, but Damien simply spun in place, watching as the blade of the saber came closer still. With each swing, a simple dodge was engaged, slide under a swing, side step a stab. Speed was his weapon in this battle, while his mind was the pointer.
"You fight with anger, believing I meant an insult. That's fine, I did not by the way, but using anger to fight is a powerful thing. Very Sith like." Damien said as he finally raised a long leg seeking to slam a powerful Force driven kick into the youth's stomach, "But remember, there is a reason the Sith always lose. They fight blind. Even while I was Emperor, and did my best to quell that fire, they still raged on."
"I will take you as a student, and teach you to harness the fires of fury, not let them harness you."
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"You fight with anger, believing I meant an insult. That's fine, I did not by the way, but using anger to fight is a powerful thing. Very Sith like." Damien said as he finally raised a long leg seeking to slam a powerful Force driven kick into the youth's stomach, "But remember, there is a reason the Sith always lose. They fight blind. Even while I was Emperor, and did my best to quell that fire, they still raged on."
"I will take you as a student, and teach you to harness the fires of fury, not let them harness you."
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The Force kick hit him like a wave, dropping him to his knees instantly, his anger swirled in him as he glared up at him. He hadn't expected to be beaten so easily he had a lot to learn and his mastery of the force was limited compared to this man. A wave of relief washed over him as the Master agreed to take him on, this was his chance. He stood the Blue hue retracting into its Silver hilt, he crossed his arms as he looked up at the master "I need you to teach me to kill the sith, more importantly I need you to teach me to never be weak." he said.
He stepped forward towards the Master, a journey was about to begin and this was the first step in his destiny. "You've yet to answer my question, who are the Daemons, and what are you doing out here if no one is out here." he asked accusingly.
[member="Damien Daemon"]
He stepped forward towards the Master, a journey was about to begin and this was the first step in his destiny. "You've yet to answer my question, who are the Daemons, and what are you doing out here if no one is out here." he asked accusingly.
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Matreya
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"Daemons are my people, my Clan among the Mandalorian people. You will be a member as of this moment. You will be expected to uphold the resol'nare, and respect the people, learn to protect yourself and your people, among other things." Damien replied, folding arms against his chest, "The reason I am here, is this is my families home planet, I was born here, and I love its people. Even when I was in charge of the Sith Empire, or when I have been attempting to control the galactic struggle from afar, I have been Mandalorian at heart. That is why I am here." He then whistled a loud shrill sound, too which a dozen dozen men appeared from the perimeter, stepping clear of the forests trees.
"These are vod, our brothers and sisters. They came to watch, to see the Sol'yc Hibir as he was inducted. You are the First Apprentice, and now hold a tremendous rank to my people. There has never been one before, and since." A wave toward a nearby soldier sent the man to fetch a ship, "We will be leaving now. I will be taking you to face the Sith now; a small sect is near here, hidden on a moon. There will begin your formal training."
At that point a ship landed nearby, and he climbed aboard.
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"These are vod, our brothers and sisters. They came to watch, to see the Sol'yc Hibir as he was inducted. You are the First Apprentice, and now hold a tremendous rank to my people. There has never been one before, and since." A wave toward a nearby soldier sent the man to fetch a ship, "We will be leaving now. I will be taking you to face the Sith now; a small sect is near here, hidden on a moon. There will begin your formal training."
At that point a ship landed nearby, and he climbed aboard.
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