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[Maleus]

The sith academy was filled to the brim with talent. The best and brightest exploited their emotions to make themselves the best killing machines possible. Men and women of various races raced through the embellished halls. It had been a while since the Zabrak known as Maleus had shown himself. Ever since his apparent demise it seemed he simply faded with time. Their suspicions, no, their wishful thinking was to be done away with as his reassurance was now evident.
"Isn't that the guy who died?"
"What.....?"
​Their gazes of his peers felt like fire, their corrosive assessment of his living condition enraged him beyond his threshold. He wished to crush them with the very force they devoted their lives to learning. Though that would be most unwise, even he knew this. Instead he simply shut them out, he did not have the luxury of worrying about what others thought of him.

The soft patter of foot-steps caused the guards to snap to attention. Their energy staves were sent upwards, the power couplings whining to life as they gave him an earnest salute. The clicking of his boot's across the pressure plates which stood beneath the guards caused the metal shutters to open. The training room was filled to the brim with various tools, along with the mechanical automatons whose sole purpose was to destroy.

​"New beginnings."
@Gavhen Nightwalker

 

[GalacticNiv]

Within the middle of the room, sat a small looking human male. The individual would begin to rise to their feet as [member="Maleus"] entered, pivoting on their heel to walk towards the Knight. The black and white armor-like body suit the male wore would gleam in the light as it reflected off of the surface, the red tunic-like clothes that decorated his attire wavering in the movement. The robes that surrounded his legs would split as he his leg extended forward, allowing him to kneel as he entered the Sith's immediate presence. "My Lord, thank you for gracing me with your appearance. I am grateful that you have taken my master's place." The young boy would say, his mind having been attuned to the ways of the Sith. He knew not to show arrogance, ignorance, or attitude, or else it would mean definite punishment.

The New Order was slowly falling apart, it's dark sider numbers having been spread extremely thin as wars waged. Not many knew if they were even loyal still. Due to this, Gahven was assigned to learn under Maleus, who was said to be the previous Dark Lord's Enforcer's apprentice. The young seventeen year old had heard many rumors about the Zabrak, ones that detailed horrific surgery and powerful cybernetics. Some said he was to be the chosen one of Darth Ferus, until he went missing.

 

[Maleus]

"I never cared for the formality the Sith have conformed to, ascend human." Maleus's face took on the full degradation of the dark-side. Black veins ran along his crimson visage, the obsidian tattoos that wrapped around his face was a shade lighter. His were sulfuric eyes harbored emotional scars and horrendous stories which would turn most insane. The flapping cloak that dangled loosely from his shoulders was worn during the time of his years of an acolyte.

The human seemed young, frail even. It reminded him of another human whom he tried his best to corrupt. "Prepare yourself." The metallic strips that fell at his sides opened, the descending saber fell into his grasp. His thumb struck the mechanism that served to ignite the blade.
The crimson blade crackled as the heat provided by it's activated by it's state cooked anything close.


Gahven Nightwalker

 

[GalacticNiv]

Slowly raising to his feet, the young human would look to the large Zabrak, watching as the shining handle descended from his waist. A crimson glow would illuminate part of the Knight's surrounding as the blade activated, casting a red shadow upon himself. It was rather intimidating, though to be Sith meant to have no fear. "I understand" Gahven would state, aiming to engage his new master in combat immediately. This would be a difficult task, for he had not yet acquired a weapon of his own. Narrowing his vision, the boy would begin to concentrate on [member="Maleus"]' position, focusing his and the force energy around them to hone in on the Knight. The Acolyte's arms would thrust forward as he manipulated the force, sending in forward in a push that would aim to slam against his new teacher, hoping to put him off balance. The force attack was only as strong as a trained Acolyte's, surely nothing the Knight could not handle.