Nelvaan Seen This One Before.

[Darth Ferus]

After his retirement, Ferus had found only three things he enjoyed. The first and foremost, drinking. Oh, he loved to drink. He couldn't taste or smell a thing about it, but the effects of alcohol still affected his mind. It was a blissful state where he didn't care if his senses were working, or about his life that had gone so far south.

Second, fighting. To those who knew this Sith Lord, it shouldn't be too much of a surprise.

It was the third reason that brought him to the academy on Glee Anselm this day. The form of War walked right through the huge gates of the foreboding school of Sithcraft and Sorcery, and even the guards were surprised to find not a single hint of drunkenness in his stride. He was sober. The two soldiers glanced to one another and gulped.

That wasn't a good sign.

With the dark clinging to his form and anger leaching out as a dark mist the red eyed man stepped deeper and deeper into this sacred training ground. Acolytes and guards all moved out of his way, never once making eye contact. They knew better.

[member="Darth Ophidia"] had met something unusual. A Nelvaanian. They were a very tribal species, with hardly anything in the sense of technology. Yet one of them made it here? To become a Sith no less. And this is what his third enjoyment.

Teaching those how it is to be Sith.

[member="Honas'di"]

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

The Nelvaanian stood in place, towards the back of the main entrance. His spear was held in his holster on his back. He was just stood there facing the wall, reading some of the hieroglyphs on the wall. Trying to make out something from them.

His posture was straight, and he stood tall. As the acolytes passed him they would stare at him for a few moments before passing on. He would glare his deep maroon eyes at them all individually as if to signify for them to carry on, or else. He muttered several words to himself as he read the wall. None of any sense.

He held his chest, as if having some slight pain from the telekinesis [member='Darth Ophidia'], had used on him earlier that day. Though he didn't let it get to the best of him, he simply walked it off over time. It left a bruise of sorts.

Every so often he would growl, absent-mindedly as he recalled memories from his past.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

It didn't take long for Ferus to find [member="Honas'di"] . The blue giant really did stand out, more than the Sith had expected him to. With a frown clear on his lips the old Assassin walked right up to him. "You won't learn much from that. Not without knowing the language. So why bother just staring at the wall?"

Calm. That was the tone the Sith Lord had. Despite the clear anger in his form and his close connection to the dark, he was calm and collected. Yet his red eyes, even as they stared at the giant of an intimidating stature, showed nothing but pure, unadulterated hate. The hate of a Sith Lord.

"Why not learn from me?"

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

The Nelvaanian would keep his stare forward at the wall, as the voice spoke to him - it didn't startle him, just alerted him - he would squint his eyes at the wall, his eyes beaming towards the wall. A loud grunt would be heard. He would turn, slowly as he takes in his short words, allowing them to bounce around his head as he consults them with his own mind.

He would purse his lips as he viewed the Sith Lord's appearance. Stopping himself from speaking for a few moments. Before speaking quickly, in a flat tone. "What can you teach me?". He shook his head a couple of times, waving his arm in an attempt to retract his last statement. "Actually. Who are you?" He inquired gingerly.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Darth Ferus, retired Sith Assassin who spends his time teaching those with the potential to fill my spot. As for what I can teach, you and I both know you don't care for words. And frankly, neither do I. Why don't I just show you?" An almost playful tone caught on the end of his sentence. [member="Honas'di"] had intrigued the Sith Lord in ways that not many could. Or maybe it was his obsession to train the more unorthodox species in the way of the Sith. Something Ferus would meditate on later.

Red eyes never once wavered as he smiled at the blue beast. And while a smile was meant to be friendly, this was anything but. "Just follow me, and I can show you how to use the Force in ways you couldn't imagine."

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

The Nelvaanian took a few deep breaths as he observed the Sith with squinted eyes as if to inspect him. He knew what he wanted to do, follow him. Though, he was slightly apprehensive of it.

He would ponder it in his mind as he passively observed [member="Darth Ferus"] with his ears flicked back, he towered over him though. He saw him an equal to himself, which was something that didn't happen often. He was slight intrigued on what this man, was actually capable of; he wanted to see it for himself, maybe even further onto learning from this Sith Lord. He was an assassin, something he saw himself becoming. A possible future for himself.

"Very well." He said in a weary voice, taking a few steps forward, pausing in consideration before following him, shortly behind him.

 

[Darth Ferus]

The smile widened on the face of the Sith as [member="Honas'di"] agreed. With a wave of his hand Ferus would signal the giant to follow, and immediately he would go just down the hall. Down to a room with the woods "Punishment" labeled across the front of the door. Interesting name for a room. His head would turn back just enough to look at the Nelvaan, and he would flash a grin.

"Right inside, your fate awaits."

And with that, the Lord would step in. The room was large and empty, with high walls and only a single source of light left in the center of the room. The walls were dark, though not from paint. Dried blood stained the walls, and it was clear who from. In the center of the room was three ex students of this temple. Three who had failed, in one way shape or form, and didn't die from it. Three, who were being punished. The walls were stained by hundreds of dropouts, and these three would soon join.

As the door opened their whimpering could be heard. They knew what was going to happen. Ferus waved an arm towards the three, showing them off as if they were a prize. A trophy. "There are three here waiting for execution. Your job is t-" One of the three spoke up, stuttering out a wish to be spared. It was all jumbled.

And silenced quickly.

With a raise of his hand Ferus lifted the whimpering form, and a close of his fist caused the man's body to quickly crumble in on itself. Like a piece of paper his body twisted and contorted, crunch after crunch. A frown rested on the Sith's lips before he tossed the body to the back of the room, where it's bloodied remains squished against the ground.

"There are two here waiting for execution. Your job is to kill them. But you can't use your spear, or your hands. Show me what you can do with the Force."

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

As they walked, the Nelvaanian would hold a blank expression, masking how he felt - atleast attempting to. His dark red eyes would gaze over the sign, repeating the words in his mind as he ducked under the door frame as he was too large. He would walk in expecting the worse, which is what he faced.

The blood on the walls, didn't make him feel sick it just stuck there, in his mind as he glanced around. He took in his words as he spoke, snapping his head in mild anger to the failure who attempted to speak up. He squinted at his body, as it was twisted up into a pile of limbs, his expression still blank and stoic.

As the Sith Lord described his task, he would hold a stare onto him for a few moments, raising his eyebrows slightly in mild confusion. He would twist his mouth, as if to speak, before raising a hand to his chin, stroking it lightly as he eyed the failures as they kneeled on the ground, mostly whimpering or crying in some form. He felt no remorse for them, he had already lost all of his mercy a long time ago - there was one problem... he didn't know how to kill; without using his own physical attributes. With the force? He'd never even thought of it, before witnessing the Sith do it a few moments prior.

He would turn, and give a faint shake of his head. Before speaking up, in a dark yet apprehensive voice. "I'm simply unaware of how to utilize the force in that way." Gingerly he would move a few steps closer to the failures, standing over them.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Good, then I will show you. The Force is your tool. Your servant. Your hatred is your spear, your anger your knife. You can do anything with the Force, so long as you bend it to your will. We have time, they won't be going anywhere. Focus your hate, focus your mind, and choke him."

Ferus had begun to pace beside [member="Honas'di"] and the failures. His red eyes were constantly observing, judging. He wanted this blue giant to prove some sort of mastery of the Force, or even just a hint that he could learn. If he couldn't it wouldn't be the end of the world. Sith were as diverse as the planets within this Galaxy. These were his trials, his tests to see where the Nelvaan would excel, and fail.

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

"As you wish." He spoke in an obscured voice. He would eye them all intently, watching them squirm and make slight movements. Before he would give one nod, in a sheer show of determination. His fingers would twitch slightly, as he began to narrow his eyes slightly i concentration. He could feel the force, he allowed the force to flow within him and around him - not as if he had a choice. He would pause, motionless. The darkness would surround him, as if he was one with it; powered by his hatred and anger, he began to think back to his memories on his homeworld. The death and slaughter he caused.

It began to fuel him, his hatred for his tribe. His hatred for mostly everything to be honest. His dark red eyes began to swirl as the dark thoughts flowed around his head. Before he would simultaneously raise his giant sized right hand slightly into the air, facing his palm towards them, he felt confident. Though, he would turn his head and look to [member="Darth Ferus"] for confirmation to continue on.

"Shall I?"

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Proceed." It was all the Sith would say before pacing back and forth again. [member="Honas'di"] and his asking for permission though? Unexpected. Unexpected and good. It showed a sign of respect, and that was something every Sith wanted for themselves. Especially from his potential students.

Though potential was quickly fading.

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

The Nelvaanian would nod his head towards the Sith, before looking back and crunching his hand up into a fist, the energy he had been building up would release and form two snakes out of the force. Invisible, yet they moved like snakes, making there way to the two failures; the snakes bit into their necks in Honas'di's mind, before they would merge into arms, tightening their grip onto the failure's necks.

Effectively choking them both slowly, not with great strength but enough to eventually kill them both. The tall giant, would squint his eyes down to the two choking to their death, before forming a soft smirk. He would hold it for a few moments after they had died, to ensure success before releasing it. Taking in a deep breath, turning to face [member="Darth Ferus"].

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Good. Slow, but good. You've impressed me here. But alas, we're not done just yet. This was.. Difficult for you, yes? Let's be done here and you can show me what you're truly good at." He turned then, on the dead bodies, on [member="Honas'di"] , and with a wave of his hand opened the door to this punishment room. Right across the hall he would lead the Nelvaan, to a room labeled 'Pet Projects.'

"You're gonna want your spear for this one, I assure you." Ferus would open the door then, and nod for the giant to walk in.

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

The Nelvaanian, would pant for a few moments, before following shortly after him ducking under the door, and out into the corridor once more. He glanced around, slightly before narrowing his eyes onto the sign of the door. Letting out a grunt, before instantly snapping his hands to his spear and un-holstering it as the Sith tells him do so. He knew he would be fighting something. Something dangerous.

He would take his first step through the door, giving a faint nod to [member="Darth Ferus"], before walking in completely. Wary of what's next.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Honas'di"] would find the room empty, save for a lump in the center. A lump that had spines, thorns. And blood. Just like in the other room, there was blood everywhere, but far more fresh. As is the crunch of bone that sounded off as what ever this lump was feasted on what could be assumed as a failed prospect.

Darth Ferus closed the door then, opening a single small window, which was barred, to speak and to watch. "This is your trial of strength. Before you is a terentatek. Nothing big of course, but big enough to kill you if you're not skilled enough. You're going to kill it. The Force doesn't work on its hide, but your spear will. Use the Force to increase your strength and speed, and you'll survive. Otherwise, you die, and your goal to become Sith ends here."

As he talked the beast before the giant shifted. One last crunch could be heard before the terentatek stood up. It was only a foot or so taller than the giant, but it's thick clawed arms and sharp tusks and teeth made it seem that much larger. A steady growl escaped it's lips as it took a single step forward, the large limb thudding against the ground.

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

As the door shut behind him, his eyes narrowed. He knew if the Sith was to take cover and lock the door, his opponent would be something serious; a sinister beast. He would instantly snap his arm behind him, to retrieve his spear from it's holster.

He would listen carefully to the Sith's words before simply, speaking in a dark tone. "Very well.", he says almost confidently. His movements would instantly become more sporadic as he entered a mental combat mode. He took into consideration the fact of him having to augment his speed and strength, though how? Something clicked inside of him, as if having an affinity for the abilities. His mind would guide him to doing it, the force did.

His movements would drastically speed up as he circled the beast and it's slow motions. He would dart around the room, in an attempt to either dodge the Terentatek's attacks or simply confuse it. He would then, as he reached directly behind the monster, he would strike the back of it, his spear penetrating it's skin though not doing much damage; bouncing back his mind focused, the darkness surrounding him. The evil. He would leap against the wall, before bouncing off it towards the monster, swinging his spear towards the top area of the best, augmenting his strength mid air, as he focused his force energy into his upper torso muscles.

The Nelvaanian would emit a soft grunt, as he would crouch slightly, preparing to dodge the next attack as the creature let out a shriek; as planned, he would dodge the slow swing of the larger creatures arm. Ducking under he would slide around the back of the creature, sticking his spear into the creatures arm using the force to heighten his strength causing the spear to go right through before he would pull upwards of the spear, attempting to severe the monster's arm off. Before he would continuously augment his speed, jabbing the spear through several parts of the creatures body; kicking and punching with his free limbs at every chance to gain a win over this creature.

The Nelvaanian was not holding back as he beat the helpless creature, to death. He had no choice, he needed to do what he was destined to do; become a Sith.

Though, Honas'di kind of enjoyed the fight, he felt the power of the creature absorb into his body as he won the battle. It was fun.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

The door opened, and the Sith stepped right in, his hands slowly clapping. "Very good, very good. This was easy, unlike the other challenge. Am I right?" Red eyes as ever focused in on [member="Honas'di"] , studying. The strength of a warrior, the skill of a hunter. Very fitting. Especially for a Sith, and an Assassin.

"You will make a very good Sith one day. It's time for your training to begin."

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

The Nelvaanian, would be drenched in the beast's blood, though not acknowledging it he would simply nod his head in thanks, to [member="Darth Ferus"] before smirking faintly. "It was less challenging, yes." He snapped.

He would trod towards the Sith, before awaiting further instructions.

"Let us begin then."

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Good. Now, take these words to heart. This is what it means to be Sith after all.

Peace is a lie, there is only Passion.​

Through Passion, I gain Strength.
Through Strength, Power.
Through Power, Victory.
Through Victory my chains are broken.
The Force will set me free.

Do you understand these words?" Short and simple. [member="Honas'di"] didn't seem to be the kind willing to listen to a drawn out speech. On a turn of a heel he looked out to the door, opening it with a single nod of his head. "If you do, I can show you how to use this code to become stronger."

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

He would slowly nod his head as the Sith repeated the words, the other woman spoke to him the day before, he would purse his lips to speak though simply continuing to nod. He would shuffle slightly where he stood, growing tired of all the talk, before the Sith opened the door with a simple movement of his head.

"I understand it" He said, clearly intrigued.

[member="Darth Ferus"]