Sith Invasion Rewards: Open Lessons

[Eikrie Daom]

The pale young woman examined her crystal, memorizing its aspect. The sentient being that she had received was silent and it had something cold to it, much like the Dathomirian that was holding it in her palm. Her sight then swiftly glided onto one of the Acolytes, intrigued by the spell the Sith Lord had casted and being unable to avoid feeling exhilarated by the sudden and strong darkness that filled the room before entering the Chiss, depriving her of the light that moments before was within her. Her yellow orbs returned to the crystal once the short talk between the Zetron Sith Lord and the Chiss had ended. She stopped scrutinizing the gift when [member="Darth Praelior"] started speaking again, if she had been paying attention to her as all the other Acolytes, the Darth had Angelus' full, absolute concentration on her now. It was no secret that she had an...interest for alchemy and doing well in today's training would mean gaining more knowledge on the powerful secrets of Sith Alchemy.

[member="Alaki"]

 

[Ellie Mors]

Silara had smiled slightly at the Dark Lord's remark of the sentient crystal's interest in the apprentice, something she didn't quite care much about - as obtaining this crystal would give her the potential for a third, and probably final, saber. Of the Acolytes within the order of the One Sith, it was she whom was the least known, her own master knowing extremely little of her past, and while that perhaps benefited her greatly, it was her past that was an excellent stepping stone in this little session. Hatred. Passion. Darkness. She needn't try hard to have these emotions surface under her disguise as a pretty-face, and she calmly sat down in a meditative stance, her legs crossed with her hands cupped between her legs with the shining crystal in the palms of her hands. The moment her silver-green and hazel eyes closed, her body relaxed - every fiber of muscle, every joint between her bones, and every synapse in her nervous system slowed down as she began to draw herself deep within her inner consciousness. Just as she had with her master, the Sith saw herself in a field of darkness, and around her she could feel the presence of others - yet not see them, not as one would with their eyes, and not feel as one would by touch. It was a pleasurable feeling, as she could feel the darkness that the others harbored and the throbbing of her own feelings surging to life on command by the Sith Lord.

It was an entirely different experience for her that others could not possibly begin to describe, for her it was a falling back to memories of a darker time. "Mother, mother, oh mother I love, why have you taken me, taken me, into this world? Father, oh father, hate me you do, why have you forsaken me, hated me, tried to kill me - your own?" The words within her thoughts flowed to the forefront of her consciousness and she felt the passionate hatred for her family boil up from within her, and the remembrance of her mother's demise at her own hand ignited the flame of passion within her and blew it into a raging wildfire. The image of her holding her dying, crying, mother in her arms. The sight of the gaping holes in her mother's stomach from her own blaster rifle, by the hands of her twelve year old daughter. And then the feeling of her mother's body being crushed like tinfoil beneath her as she called upon the force to finish the job for her, to give her mother the ultimate death - which she reveled in with her tainted love. It was oh so lovely, so exhilarating, and the dark side of the force pulsated within her body like a formless dark beast, wishing to shed the mask of pleasant beauty, to show her marred soul, her corrupt mind, and her love for a presence that was always with her and yet never there.

She was beyond hopeless for those who would seek her out to bring her into the light, for she was born in a life of darkness, in the shadows, and it was this hate, turmoil, and disposition for true evil that her Hapan father became blind to his daughter, whom loved him in the most twisted of ways. Hapans were blind to the night, and her father was oblivious to the darkness that dwelled in his own household until it was far too late. She killed him, too. And now there was she, Silara, to live for the dark side, not as its master, nor as its tool or wielder - no, she lived as its lover, and it was this passion that fueled her scarred soul and surged like black fire within her veins and nerves. While she meditated on this, the crystal in her hand spoke to her in ways that she would never be able to describe to others for the remainder of her life, like the envious cries of a rejected lover. When her eyes opened at last, she smiled. The passion that she had harbored was much like the pain that [member="Darth Praelior"] had inflicted upon them with her force lightning, and yet so much more twisted and sweet.

 

[Bubák]

Alaki almost wished for the feeling to stay forever, the Dark Side of the Force truly proving to be the most intoxicating of all drugs the galaxy offered. As her body involuntarily recovered from the ecstasy, the fallen Jedi started absorbing the words of the Sith Master once again, though she promised herself to devote more time to absorbing the Dark Side and experiencing this wonderful feeling again.

The next task would have been impossible for the Padawan that used to reside in the Chiss' body, the newly awoken Sith found it to be much easier to accomplish. Still, it was not easy, as Alaki lacked experience and skill of properly channeling her anger and rage, being completely free of those emotions as a Jedi, now being behind other Acolytes. She hated that.

Focusing hard on the task, she closed her eyes and her mind pondered about other things she hated. Herself, for being so weak. The Jedi, for making her weak by leading her down the incorrect path, the exact opposite of power. How the Sith treated her, as a Dark Jedi Padawan, a filthy little girl who did not understand the true power of the Dark Side, who knew nothing of the Order she wished to join. The need to prove herself more than Sith Acolytes to earn the most basic of things, like clothing other students received without any need to show their devotion.

A part of her fully understood that though. As someone wielding different ideology, the instructors were right to be wary of the turncoats and did their best to push the fallen Jedi beyond the point of no return. As such, the teenage Chiss was forced to try much harder than her fellow students to display her devotion to the Dark Side and show she no longer held the Jedi tenets dear. She had starved for days for displaying weakness such as showing mercy to the defeated opponents. Alaki also had to wear the rugged apparel as she possessed no other clothes, so other students immediately recognized her as a weakling, a Dark Jedi. Unlike them, the girl did not even have the right to wear proper footwear instead of those dirty wraps on her legs. Pathetic Dark Jedi Padawan, truly. The memories of some of the Sith Acolytes hoping to prove themselves by taking "that Dark Jedi's lightsaber" only angered Alaki further. She was nobody among the Sith, less than the most expendable of minions.

The reason for the Sith treating her this way? To teach the former Jedi to hate. To direct her anger, let out the frustration in its full destructive potential, banish the last remnants of the Jedi in her mind. Break her, shatter her and make her reconstruct herself from the lifeless remains, turn her into something much better than what she used to be. A perfect being, a true Sith.

And it worked. Alaki clenched her fists and growled as the sudden wave of anger swallowed her heart, hate threatening to remove the chain holding her back from attacking the others. But the Chiss would not let it, knowing the lesson to direct her passion the right people, the enemy. In duels, on battlefield, but not in a class. Clouding the ability to reason and filling her body with adrenaline, the incredible anger pushed through the fallen Padawan's entire being. Alaki felt stronger, like she could destroy anyone if she wished to do so, as if the Dark Side itself gave her more power. The girl had never experienced bloodlust before, but right now, she'd do anything to get her hands on a helpless victim of her blind rage, tearing the poor bastards into pieces with bare hands until she was completely covered in red liquid. If only she could find the same amount of hate in the future, fighting the Jedi forces!

[member="Silara Vantai"]
[member="Eikrie Daom"]
[member="Darth Praelior"]
[member="Liskarr Drek"]

 

[Atrace]

Atrace held his crystal in his hands he thought nothing could indeed be livivng inside this little rock. He listened and heard voices "can this be this is astounding." Atrace was humbled by the gift the sith lord had bestowed to him. He grasped the crystal. His attention was diverted to the sentient crystals infront of him he knew he wasnt worthy of such an item but he was grateful. He was eager to see what else the sith lord would teach him, he couldnt wait to become powerful.

 

[Urak]

Urak, already enraged by the earlier fight, partially doing it, but it was not enough. Urak remembered how his parents left him in his brothers alone at such a young age, which enraged him more. He also knew how much he hated jedi, after his encounters with them. He was also enraged by how much power he still needed to attain his goal, which he currently does not have. All of this made him so in enraged the ground around him cracked with the force.

Urak took the crystal and examined it. It was different than his crystal he currently has, and it shone more bright when hit by the sunlight. Urak was amazed by the properties and put it in his cloak pocket to edit his saber later.

The feeling of his anger was very enjoyable, he could feel himself getting stronger, in the dark side of the force while angry. He could feel everything around him with the force, it was a magnificent feeling.

Urak bowed to the Sith Lord gratefully and thanked her for this wonderful gift.

[member="Darth Praelior"]

 

[Atrace]

Atrace stood tall the crystal still in his hand the rage he had earlier had left him he knew he wouldnt pass this part of the test unless he got angry. He saw the image of his parents leaving hi min a dark ally he saw the jedi take his friends away from him he thought of his brother that was taken away from him at birth. He let out a scream he couls feel the darkside of the force running through him.

The enegy was almost to much for the acolyte to handle he wanted blood he wanted to kill something. He looked around the room he began to harness his rage he felt the power in every inch of his body he felt the power of the force in his mind he felt everything. He felt unstoppable.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

[member="Eikrie Daom"] [member="Darth Atrace"] [member="Darth Urak"] [member="Alaki"] [member="Silara Vantai"]

Balaya continued to looked at the ones there as she grinned enjoying it. Her mind thinking about many things but best of all as she went towards this time Silara... One of Veles apprentices, skilled sure but she had always found the Mon Cal sith so pathetic compared to the power of the darkside. She wanted him to be here if only to show him how a sith fought and hated, how it wasn't the way to try and be grey. Her smiled curled on her face though while she touched her skin.

The heat washing from her, from all of them was palpable, it was like burning water on the skin but she wasn't being burned. That just made it all the better and her natural empathy let her channel it while the spell went forward. "Your will is their orders, their flesh is yours to command, disobedience brings pain, servitude bring power.... Rage bring power and..." Her hand trailed off as the ritual finished, Balaya shot her hands out as red tendrils of force energy shot out.

The tendrils not meant for pain, yet.... No they were meant for something much more powerful as the ends went to a black tendril on the sith Silara. "You shall serve your battlelord for this lessons and learn the power of it all." She had promised them alchemy, she had promised a lesson and what greater lesson was there then to see the power of twisting the world to what you wanted. She was binding until the spell was broken five sith together with one the battlelord.

Now she laughed and squeezed the magics, squeezed off the energy to empower Silara with what was the energy of the others. Their flesh to thicken and strengthen her own, their wills hers to bend and do as she commands for the real test. Balaya let her energy flare out as she shouted watching Glitter turn his head to observe one of the baby leviathan (normal sized) a fifth the size of the Akure to roar. They were a lovely test in the end and Balaya spoke. "Use your rage children and slay Fido."

 

[Atrace]

Atrace felt his energy leave him, "what is this?" He felt like he was being branded. He hated the idea of being a puppet but it seems he has no choice in the matter.

Atrace activated his sabers waiting on silara to give the command to kill the little behemoth

 

[Bubák]

Feeling another spell hit her, bind her, the blue skinned teenager cast a surprised glance at [member="Darth Praelior"] before fully realizing what happened. She became a puppet, an extension of someone else's will. Now, Alaki did not have that much of a problem with that. As a Padawan, she had always served someone. The Jedi Knights and Masters, the poor, the sick, the needy, the innocent. After joining the Sith Order, she may have stayed at the absolute bottom of the hierarchy pyramid, but no longer she had to obey the weaklings. Someone gifted with the Force, picked by it to spread the power of the Dark Side should not live under the ones who could not feel the Force. Only the Sith, the true masters of the Force could give her orders now, use her as their tool to achieve their own goals.

Following someone with incredible power and the right knowledge of how to use it certainly was a wise thing to do. The glowing red gaze of the Chiss shifted towards the puppeteer [member="Silara Vantai"], awaiting her orders. Alaki's body now belonged to the woman, ready to fight the baby leviathan.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Silara's eyes began to slowly close again while [member="Darth Praelior"] approached and smiled, her thoughts leaving her even as the sentient crystal that rest in her hands shouted at her through the telepathic link that she had formed with it, a link which she had formed with so many before it - as was her natural talent to do so, and the bonds which she had formed with many. The prickling cold that brushed across her face, if not for a moment, was immediately replaced with the burning sensation of scalding water vapor being sprayed across her face and body, as if her protective clothes had not even existed, and for once she writhed in excitement, her body shifting its position several times with quite the uncomfortable effect. It had dawned on her nearly immediately that this was beyond the normal powers of the force that her master had taught her, that it was the powers of Sith magic, the force abilities which she wished to possess. Even before the woman had began to speak, her eyes opened again she observed every single thing that the Sith Lord had done in curiosity and interest.

Unlike the feeling of gray that her master had often enforced upon her as being standard among the One Sith, Silara could only feel the same black darkness exuding from the Sith Lord that her master had from her. Although she cherished the experiences she gained from her lessons, his methods were halfhearted and inconsiderate to the force that she swore to live by. But [member="Darth Praelior"] seemed to embrace this shadow and live by it, or at least with it, and her chanting words seemed to beleaguer [member="Darth Veles"]' teaching as she felt her mind and body change. Her suspicions were perhaps solidified once the tendrils of red arced out to her and morphed to black as they struck her, not causing the pain that she anticipated, but the change of her role from just an assassin to someone much more than that. A battlelord. She had never heard of any modern Sith ever being raised or brought into the fold of their ancient ranks, and she thought it a class that had been long-since dead.

Yet here she sat, in her meditative stance, crystal sitting in the palm of her hands still shouting for attention, and acolytes all around her. The control she felt, the absolute dominion of these apprentice sith's minds, it was so karking exhilarating and she loved it. The others had some petty infighting to assert their supposed "dominance", and while they had been quickly silenced and put to shame, she was clearly the one in control, and if she wanted to she could end them by sending them into their deaths. But as someone who wanted the galaxy to realize the grander picture that was to be painted by her artful plots and plans, Silara instead opted for a more militaristic control and coordination in assault. Unfortunately, she was unsure of the other's abilities for the most part, and thus would have to spend a moment to look into them as the Sith Lord gave them the orders to slay the infant Leviathan.

The Sith allowed a small grin to crawl across her lips, not for any information gathered from the other acolytes - as she had not even bothered to explore their minds, but for the fact that this situation was very much so an ironic representation of what had occurred to her only days before, though this time it was her to control and bend to her will - no longer would she be left alone without the aid and help she required, this time she would crush the infant without mercy, without an inkling of hesitation. In fact, the rage which the Sith Lord mentioned had surged within her upon the recollections of her incredibly shameful defeat in battle. "Death - if only if it would be so quick for this beast." Silara said gratingly as she rose up from the ground, letting the crystal fall from her grip - caught by her telekinetic reach and brought into a pocket along the side of her cloak. She knew what would have easily caused the defeat of the group if she were to recklessly send them in with their artificial, searched-for, rage.

The blister pods that dotted the creature's back would sap the life out of her temporary allies, and while she did not care about them in the least, for the situation she would require them to act as puppets that needed to be alive to have worth. Lifting her arms as she closed her eyes to reach out with the force, her hands outstretched and open - as if gripping something, Silara spoke to the group with telepathy while her hands slowly began to close, a struggling squeeze to accurately describe what it appeared to be. "Attack while I crush its blister pods, and do not go near the head unless it goes for you. Use every force ability at your disposal to aggravate it and then I need [member="Liskarr Drek"] to run up its back to kill it by plunging a saber into the back of its skull." She said, through telepathy, as the grip she held on the blister pods along the leviathan's back, at least most of them anyways, began to tighten as she pulled her arms back and squeezed her hands closed. A spray of the leviathan's blood signified the loss of many of its life-sapping blister pods, which were simultaneously crushed while being pulled.

[member="Alaki"]
[member="Darth Atrace"]
[member="Darth Praelior"]
[member="Darth Urak"]
[member="Eikrie Daom"]

 

[Atrace]

Atrace let out a war cry, he was waiting to kill this leviathan and now he had the chance, he looked dead into the creatures eyes, he lifted his hands as lightning started to form around his hand. He released a force spark at the beast, "well that seemed to piss it off." The beast swung its arm at Atrace, he jumped back but not before using his saber to cut a decent-sized chunk out of the beasts arm.

Atrace landed a decent distance away from the beast, his robes covered in the creatures blood. he raised both his hands once more this would require alot of his energy, he used the force stun technique on the beast temporarily stopping it from moving thus making it a sitting duck for atleast a few seconds. Atrace rushed at the beast, slashing at every part of the beast hiis blade could reach. he had successfully cut the beasts hamstrings thus severely injuring it.

Atrace jumped back just before the leviathan broke through his stun. Atrace was panting, that attack used up most of his energy, he looked over at the other acolytes if they failed at their jobs he would use whatever energy he had left to kill the beast.

 

[Bubák]

Alaki listened to the telepathic command, having no other chance than to obey. Unlike the majority of the Sith present in the room, the teenage Chiss did not have any Force powers worth mentioning. She was just a Dark Jedi Padawan, after all, fresh in the Sith Academy, so she understandably possessed no Force powers like lightning or choke, crush. Only basic telekinesis, Force sense and Force speed with Force jump. Her inability to be of any use irritated her greatly. She wished to attack the beast with her blade, yet the order clearly stated to use theForce to distract the beast for another to kill it with a blade. The anger ran through her veins, boiling her blood as she let it fuel her body, rage filling her with power. She only had to find some use for it, any use! Her muscles flexed as if ready to launch herself at the Leviathan and strike it down. Yet she could not, obeying the telepathic order of the Acolyte.

With nothing else she could do, the teenage Chiss raised both of her hands and tried to use telekinesis to hold her weapon, its baby blue plasma blade aiming to stab the beast and bury itself into its neck up to the hilt. The girl had no training of actual telekinetic combat with lightsabers, so this move was not something well practiced or trained; the success depended entirely on luck. While the anger she felt made it easier to command the Force, the weapon moved slow and with no momentum. Still, it was the only thing she could do, the other option being throwing Force push at the beast. And that, obviously, would have been vastly useless and counter-productive, moving the beast and endangering [member="Liskarr Drek"] as well by risking to hit the Acolyte.

[member="Darth Atrace"][member="Silara Vantai"][member="Darth Praelior"]