Private Master & Apprentice

[Karala Midwan]

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TAG: Akhuul Sautra

For many acolytes of the Dark Korriban was a training ground, an academy was settled there to train up more potential lords to be. For Karla, this was home. She knew every rock and plain, every crack and grain, here her Clan of Midwan had thrived until the Great Purge that had forced her to slumber for so many centuries. Not a great deal had changed, the world was still a stronghold of the Sith Lords, those who had mixed blood of The Pure and the Dark Jedi tracing back eons. This Pure Blood had come to terms with this arrangement, she had to as many of the Pure had done, placated as they were by power. Her aim as she had made clear was not an overthrow, rather a Reclamation, to get the recognition that her people deserved for their thread in the Dark, after all anyone who called themselves Sith did so because of her people who's name that did belong.

To Karla's great elation she had her proposal to become the apprentice of Akhuul Sautra responded to by the Great Lord. The honor was double fold, for she needed training, to fufill her aims, and this Master was a Pure Blood! While yes he was more machine now than Sith, that did not matter to her, inside him was soul of one of her own. She made her way to the qaurters of Master Sautra, who's namesake she would adopt upon her baptism as an Apprentice. The way there was rather straightforward, there was not many structures on Korriban save the Tombs, and the facilities that were part of the Academy, and the Headquarters of Active Lords on Korriban. She crossed he campus of the Academy, seeing many faces of thsoe in dark cloaks seeking to ascend, she decided to not feel bitter anymore, it was not the Dark Lords that had tried to destroy her tribe, it was The Jedi. She would sharpen her rage towards those paladins, those hypocrites who believed power was in restraint, in wearing unnecessary chains to keep from tapping into the Dark.

She came to the quarters of the Lord, they were sparse and rather monastic, which meant he had not clouded them in decadence, this gave her further assurance that he was truly the One to help her ascend. So many Lords ate like kings and draped their lodgings with so much gold and trinkets, it was testimony to their weakness, the real collections should be gifts of the Dark Side, the powers that were afforded to the worthy. It was not she disliked finer things, merely that she noticed many of those who surrounded themselves with possessions were fearful, they needed testimonies of their greatness by their things, which in truth was no testimony at all, rather a sign of insecurity. She stepping into the circle of his qaurters, she could feel The Lord's presence, and instinctively, she got on one knee, her ruby skin shining beneath the light pouring in through a dome above, her black hair almost looking as lavander in the bright light.

"Master.. I have come."

 

[Akhuul Sautra]

Tag: Karala Midwan
Location: The Quarters of Darth Cryptis at the Korth'eyr Sith Academy, Korriban
Equipment: In Bio

My meditations of spite were hindered in a position severed from Sautra Vokh's network. It mattered not though, as the lingering energies of hate, malice, spite, and anger all roiled on this world. It hung in the air as if part of the atmosphere. Even one as detatched from the force yet still clinging on could feel it. My digitized consciousness was in a state of half awareness. Sensors would indicate if something approached my body. All the while, my soul appeared like a roaring flame with how hot and bright the glow from my chassis became in this. Unlike on Sautra Vokh, where my spirit would detatch slightly and my consciousness was free in the network, here my body was a true cage.

Only recently, at a more ceremonial and festive event for the academy, I had a particularly pleasant encounter. I had learned that the remnants of my kind still lingered, and were present on this world. It was factual that they did not rule. Yet, it was still pleasing, if I could call it that, to have such beings encountered. When one sought my tutelage, I accepted. Who else to carry on my vision of preserving Sith culture than one who is of that culture? Such a conclusion only made sense in probability computations.

The sensors of my digital mind warned me of someone entering the chamber. It was my new apprentice. She would bow and proclaim herself. Such acts were received as perfection. "Good", I said in the ancient tongue, "I had left you to your own devices for too long. It is time your tutelage has begun in full." I would get up from my seated position of rage-filled meditation. "Tell me, Lady of Midwan, what do you see in this place?"

 

[Karala Midwan]

TAG: Akhuul Sautra

Karala waited patiently as her Master stirred, she did not speak a word, keeping her gaze down till He approached, and then when he mentioned her, she raised her visage, her gilded eyes fixating on him. He was a great deal more intimidating than she had remembered at the Party, his armor seemed a cauldron containing a great fire that could consume.. everything. Was this how he kept his Spirit? The Sith were known to have means of maintaining a tether to this world long after one should still be breathing.

His promise that her self study was now at an end, and he would take a direct hand in training her brought elation to her heart. More than this that he actually honored her heritage, the ways of the Pure. She had watched him chide and chastise the youths that made a mockery of ancient custom with glee, for she saw in he a Master that could help her retain what was left of Midwan, for all she knew, she was the sole survivor of her tribe. And that he knew it had made her eager to take a knee and be his apprentice, to which he had so auspiciously and gracious consented. And now, here she was before him and it seemed the first lesson had already begun.

"I see my Lord, my Master, who is encased in armor and from which I see the faint glow, like embers of a immortal fire. I see an apparatus, like a Becta Tank, though it has no waters, which peaks my curiosity. I see humble furnishing, and signs that you have not given way to decadence.. which appeals to me, for this I believe is a reflection on you that you do not waste time with trivial things, and yet I know you appreciate tradition, culture, and rites, for you did so before my eyes; that you can appreciate that without needing to surround yourself with physical objects to remind you to pay reverence to the old ways. That is what I see, Master."

She bowed her head low, almost touching the floor, her hands raised in adoration. The Master and Apprentice relationship was sacred in the Sith, it had a tension, an edge that helped sharpen both Master and Apprentice, for the path of the dark side was about power, and the true test of power was not just to obtain it rather to maintain it. Too many without discipline burned out, knowing the fire they did not understand its nature, that the darkness was as keen as to burn you as the enemy, you had to tame it, bend it to your will and like the immolation of nature, creates a means to build a fire, cook, and illuminate the mysteries of the shadows...