Off the beaten path

[Adas James Malgus]

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It was a ling way from home and Adas was off to a world he did not recognize. The research he had of his father told him that the first place he went for his training was to Glee Anselm. Other than that, the evidence of any of his activities during his stay in the Sith Academy was seldom if any, The N-1 Stafighter jumped out of hyperspace while in manual drive, an Astromech droid taken from Shawken aided all navigation protocols while Adas learned how to fly correctly. A few tugs on the joystick where the manual prompt commanded and Adas was off to the spaceport in the orbit of the planet. He wore simple black robes hiding his fathers lightsabers plus some spares, a ripper pistol and the Sith Assassins blade underneath his sleeves. He carried a hud beneath his robes but kept it hidden and off his eyes for now. When arriving at the space port he was immediately hailed by Nautolan security forces. It would be a while before he was cleared, he gave the Malgus Vibroblade to the security forces as a token of appreciation... or as he liked to call it a bribe... and so it worked. He was not checked for weapons any further and his descent into the Nautolan surface was passed with flying colors, after an hour or two of security checks he even bought the tags for his ship to clear him for entry in the Nautolan system.

When he started to walk back to his ship he felt a strange calling to him, he knew where he was going and wasn't going in blind like his father did but there was something off about that sense of direction. His idea was to go directly to the Sith Academy, hit the Sith libraries and perhaps get in contact with his fathers old master but somehow he felt as if he needed to go elsewhere... somewhere the map didn't have. With a shrug he let go of the notion and headed directly to the Sith Academy... a place where evil goes to be born.

[member="Darth Pyrrhus"]​

 

[Adas James Malgus]

The N-1 was beautiful and a marvelous star fighter, it was worth more than many bigger ships of even more capability but this N-1 was not like the others, this was his father's N-1 and it was capable of underwater travel having a pressurized cockpit to handle it and it's firepower was enhanced. Adas soared through the sky of Glee and shortly arrived in it's watery surface with a gentle plunge into the underwater realm, this was where Glee Anselm really came to life. Lights of the watery worlds underwater regions were a beauty to behold and Adas was just learning how to fly so he enjoyed the drive while underwater. Still... his mind snapped back to the mission at hand, it was to gain the knowledge and wisdom to defeat his enemies and avenge his fathers death. The further his fighter plunged into Glee the more incredible did the lights seem to glow and the cities begin to blaze with life, he could see other vehicles and Nautolans swimming around him... so happy and content with their daily lives. Adas wished nothing more than to cause them suffering, as he had suffered...

When the fighter got to a stretch of massive water with no life Adas engaged the autopilot and began to read his datapad. He studied the outskirts of the academy and the geology of the bottom of the planet. Once he believed he had read and understood enough he began to study on the construction and modification of his own lightsaber, when suddenly he began to get a horrible migraine and suffer convulsions. Mind flashing and racing to the ancient wars of Korriban he could see clearly the battle lines of crude weaponry and the axe of Adas, smashed bodies of pureblooded Sith as well as the scars of runes and imagery of sorcery... sacrifices.

Pain rattled his body as he struggled to administer a serum via shot injection that would ease his ordeal, the pain and vision rattled him again, this time showing him the parchments of Ancient Sith Scrolls while the screams of a thousand dead souls cried out for release. Then he shocked awake, sweating profusely and clutching his lightsaber, lucky it did not ignite so far beneath the surface. Now he was almost there, almost to the academy.. almost to his destination. "I see it..." He said, activating his HUD. "I see it ahead.."

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[Adas James Malgus]

A few miles ahead and he was there, the outskirts of the Sith Academy... but he knew for a fact that he would not be welcome here. One of the last bastions if not The last bastion of knowledge left over by the One Sith they would not be so eager to welcome new guests with them being hunted. Adas did not care, he was not here to become an Acolyte of the Sith Order, he was here to steal their secrets. He new what he needed to do, his father's ship pressurized in order to heave the pilot underwater in a human sized encasing with a small turbine, it also held inside of it a full body water suit that was also pressurized to withstand the bottom of the endless ocean. Adas breathed heavy, this was his first mission and he was alone... no mother and no help from anyone. This was Adas' trial by fire. He equipped his gear and ejected into the black nothingness of Glee Anselms oceanic floor. Within seconds he was behind the wheel of the ejected underwater transport and on his way to the cargo bay, it was where all the vehicles went in and according to his HUD it was the only exterior pressurized chamber for entrance was located, it was either that or the oxygen valves which could result in death by asphyxiation.

He chose the former and headed down to the outside of the pressurized entrance vault then he waited for a vehicle to open the entrance so he could sneak in. His oxygen reserves were at medium at this point and there was no vehicle in sight. He held his ground, focusing and meditating to keep his breathing to a minimum until the door blasted open. A vehicle did not come in, a massive armored ship came out that was so titanic it created a negative current to where it was heading to pulling Adas in and slamming him against the pressurized gate sliding door. The door would come close again and he was in e very edge, when it pushed forward Adas knew he was close to being split in two. He called upon the force to move him if only for so little a moment. So it did. When the door slammed shut and the water became filtered out Adas was standing in the middle, wet suit prepared and heading for the shadows like an amateur assassin.​

 

[Adas James Malgus]

When inside the academy Adas did away with the wet suit and disposed of the capsule transport as best as he could, he assumed that he was being watched and that there were was some sort of internal camera security to he quickly prepared for a fight. He activated combat mode in his HUD and prepared to scan any incoming threats, but none came... as if something was clearing his way. With a switch to his HUD he turned it back to passive mode and began to make his way to the inside of the Academy, following his gut as much as anything else. He was here to steal secrets, Sith doctrine and Scrolls beyond the levels of an Acolyte so he was not about to waste his time sneaking into a Sith Acolyte library. No. He was heading straight to the restricted section. It was always in the back. He kept to the shadows, he knew enough hunting and surviving to do that but this wasn't the wild, this was a Sith Cult academy crawling with force sensitive acolytes that would notice something of pace of off putting in any way. Beneath his wetsuit was a plasteel armor with durasteel coating under a massive black robe that looked very civilian-like. No Bueno. He needed to ditch these clothes and fast. But where to go? The inside of the academy looked much like a maze, Sith runes and red lighting lit up by torches scoured the eyes as Adas did his best to stick back and follow the pacing and the routes of the hooded black figures he would sometimes see in the distance. He did good by that, the low dim lighting of the corridors did good with his black robe to make him blend in, if nothing else but in the color but for now that was enough. He knew the basics of the force, he knew how to follow and identify a signature and he did that very well. When he picked up on a particularly strong signature, figurative to be a teacher or a master heading in a direction that seemed to go downwards, he followed.

Adas crept back when he realized that this area was much better lit, torches and red light illuminated the bottom corridors and Adas knew that it would make him an easier target to identify. He needed to get rid of these clothes, so he did his best to find a secluded spot in order to change or acquire the attire of Acolyte robes. He appeared to be in luck, two Sith Acolytes made their way into a tight black corridor. Adas Smiled as he pulled the ripper pistol from his holster and approached the two. They looked at him and they seemed to be on the verge of having something to say but Adas was quick on the draw, with a silencer tube on the other side of the ripper gun he aimed at their faces point blank and squeezed the trigger riddling their faced with fully automatic fire that brutally erased their existance.

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[Adas James Malgus]

Adas reloaded and quickly dragged their corpses to the side removing their robes one at a time to see which one fit him the best. When he had decided he took the time to dispose of the bodies down a garbage disposal machine before turning around and adjusting his weapons and gear beneath his new robes. He found he liked the new look, it was rather comfortable and hid his weapons very well. The HUD still had to be hidden as well as the wrist flamethrower but that was quite alright for now, he followed the essence of the force again to lead him into the teacher or higher powered force user that he had felt before. He found it east to track and it lead him even further below where he was yet now he walked about a bit more confident, not sticking out like a sore thumb with civilian clothes among a sith cult that would have saw him easily. The place looked simple enough, practical and filled with what you would expect from a Sith Cult facility like this. There were classrooms, there were training rooms and there were meditation circles and of course the staying quarters upstairs. Everything Adas saw he made a mental note out of before he continued forward, next step was finding this force signature he was chasing and lock it down then track it... then kill it.

As he stepped bellow once again, a massive turbolift taking him down the bottom level below that what he was was a massive circle pit and in the middle there was a fight happening. The dark side of the force was strong here, very strong, so strong that the signature he was chasing got lost in here, unable to be filtered with the raw emotions here, It felt good, suffering and pain fueled Adas as every other darksider when the battle down in the pit turned painful and deadly. Holding back the smile was impossible and holding out his curiosity was even more so, the battles going on now were in the shape of Sith Swords, crude and ancient weaponry much like the Rudis of his father he had but more outdated, meant for ceremonial and ideological purposes than anything else. Then it happened, an Acolyte drew his blade on Adas and threw himself in a fury against the young man. It was a trandoshan, massive and bulky looking for his next kill, cold blooded so the HUD could not rapidly detect his movement against Adas. He struck and he struck hard. His sith sword was met against the Steel of the blade of Satvas but the size of the small dagger was not enough to keep Adas on his feet. He was flying next thing he knew and the Trandoshan was behind him ready to give the final strike and end his opponent as quickly as he had started it.​

 

[Adas James Malgus]

Adas was sent flying but his balance was mostly in check. He kept himself calm, mind racing and his meditation on the dark side of the force was shattered. The thrandoshan was strong enough to slam Adas with physical force alone and sling him several feet n the air. The HUD caught the violent movement against him so he positioned himself well as could before he landed and once he caught on steady footing he used the power of [member="Soeht"] to fight against this enemy. It was as if time slowed slightly and he saw the guarded lightsaber move forward and sidestep to the right then parry and slice to the back while keeping his center form and unleashing massive swings. This was the fighting style and melee of Soeht and Adas knew he could not fully imitate it's precision but he could come close. As the thrandoshan advanced Adas did as the image showed him, diverting the rushed attack of the cold blooded acolyte and bringing his center as he side stepped only to slice at the thrandoshans back as he rushed past him landing a hit. It wasn't enough but it was a start. The Blade he was using was a Rudis, a weapon used by Dark Lords and given to his father now he wielded it with adequate skill. It was not enough to even scratch the hide of the Trandoshan, if he had been using a lightsaber then the hit would have been deadly but using a lightsaber here would have signaled him out, being that everyone was using sith blades.

The trandoshan came at him again, this time coming straight for him with a overhead chop to split him in two. Adas used the power of Soeht again, to see how the Dark Lord would handle the attack and it responded like clockwork. One stop forward and one hand out to reach the distance and then unleash a force push to the chest, Adas knew how to execute a force push thanks to his mother [member="Serena Bouie"] and her training in Dagobah so this was within his grasp. One step forward and force push to the chest, the thrashdoshan flew before he could take his second step. Adas did not break his contact with the dark lord, he needed to learn how to finish this battle and his instincts as well the power kicked in. He knew what he needed to do. He ran to the trandoshan as he smashed into the rim of the pit a few strides away then he proceed to bury the sword in his chest with all his strength. Adas was weak physically so he pushed and tugged and laid everything he had upon his enemy, all his anger all his hate...

After a volley of dead punched and smacks... the body of his enemy stopped moving.