Mind and Blade

[Darth Abyss]

Nar Shaddaa, Abandoned warehouse

All was going rather well for Darth Abyss, and his children of Korriban. Credits had began to flow into the organization, making it rather easy for Abyss to operate, and also giving him some time to train himself and his apprentice in the ways of the sith. Combat was something he had gravely neglected in [member="Phar'ra"] training, as the ways of mentalism and planning had been more important for the tasks at hand. But now, everything was falling into place, the pieces put together for the next step of his plan, a plan that required the Kaleesh to be adept and at least somewhat skilled in fighting like a sith.

Abyss rested on the cold ground of the warehouse they had used in the creation of the initial children. No sign of the ritual that had taken place here was to be seen, as Abyss men had made sure to leave no trace after the task was completed. He would teach his apprentice the ways of the blade today, but not by fighting him himself. Phar'ra had to learn more than pure strength, he had to learn how to break someone mind in combat, and Abyss knew that the kaleeshs chances of breaking his mind were rather low.

One the side of the room three figures had gathered. Mercenaries, hand picked by Abyss for several qualities that would challenge his apprentice. Everyone of the would force Phar'ra to adept, to change his angle, both mentally and physically.

The first one was an old human, above 50 already, yet strong and healthy. One of his eyes was missing, and on his body rested numerous weapons and scares. An veteran of many wars, skilled mainly in ranged weapons and explosives. The second was a person in beskar, without the option to see under the helmet. Abyss didn't knew much about the mandalorian, only the strong desire to make a sith into a trophy. The last one was a twilek woman, with the elegance and grace of a dancer. The former slave had a vibroblade in both her hands, and was renowned for her skills with them. Abyss promised each of them a high amount of money if they would be able to kill Phar'ra in a duel one against one. In his mind the he heard his own master once more, and a small grin formed on his face. Success or death.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Phar'ra was summoned.

The Kaleesh wasted no time answering the call of [member="Darth Abyss"] , knowing full well that his quick response was key for his training. And continued well being. So the large alien stepped right into the room where his master had ordered, and he stared directly for the heavily armed trio beside him. This was.. Interesting. Was there a mission to be had? He continued to look over the three. No, something else was going on. He could see it in their eyes.

They wanted to kill him.

Phar'ra went rigid as the realization hit him, and a hand slowly worked it's way down to the saber on his hip. Was this the punishment that had not been dished out just the other day? Or was this something else? His golden gaze traveled to his master where it would rest, waiting for the answer as he was sure it would come.

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss eyes wandered from the mercenaries to [member="Phar'ra"] and then to the middle of the room. His body was motionless, only observing but not interfering. The kaleesh was waiting for Abyss to talk, to give him a task or an explanation of what all this meant, but he would get none. Like in a real fight there was no grand opening, no order. An attack could come in any second, the strike that could end his live would come when least expected.

Without any introduction the one eyed man stepped forward his blaster rifle aimed at the sith acolyte. With a grunt he opend fire, one precise shot followed by the next, while slowly circling around the middle of the room. He was experienced, skilled and angry. A veteran of many wars, a man that had neither friends nor fortune left in his live. His mind was as scarred as his body, and that was what made him such a dangerous opponent.