Slaves Quicker To Their Graves

[Tathra Khaeus]

[member="Causstik Rahn"] and The Matador were, regardless of their differences the two were working together more closely. They had decided that perhaps, the more physically able could possibly be of more use as soldiers under his tenure rather than as insignificant work force. Cauustik had invited him to Mugg Fallow.

The Matador had received a message from him whilst in route to Mugg Fallow, that he had gathered roughly 500 strong slaves to start. All within the specific requirements that he had laid out for him. The Matador had been instructed to arrive and meet Causstik in his throne room. Quite a display of power, he thought. The Matador didn't think quite that much of Causstik yet, however his efficiency was nonetheless impressive to say the least.

Upon arrival, the throne room was filled to the brim with trophies. Animals and beasts of various kinds he had never seen before, he was quite literally in awe and amazement, especially at this marvellous large beast, boasted at the head of the throne. However, his childlike curiosity was hidden behind the solemn identity he presented to the world. The design of the room, it reminded him of old archaic imperial ships that had crash landed on his home world a long time ago. It was all in all, rather impressive; for the abrasive Trandoshan. "You've made quite the home for yourself." Were the first words he spoke, relaxing his stern frame as he came closer to his fellow Warlord.

"I would like to begin a selection process for officers as quickly as possible. The physical qualifications are complete, time for those of the mental variety."

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik sat in his throne as his fellow warchief entered the room. The man stood passively observing his surroundings with seemingly little interest. Causstik stood from the massive chair and walked towards Matador. With arms clasped behind his back, Causstik idly listened to what the Matador had to say. Straight to the point as always.

“I have selected only the most capable of slaves. I hosted great games of combat to separate the chaff from the wheat. Of those that remained I selected only the ones who would willingly fight for you. Knowing that many would simply lie, I used an old T’doshok slave drug called the the Trandoshans breath to find out whether they were telling the truth or not,” Causstik growled then beckoned to a slave that stood in the shadows.

Causstik withdrew a small powder from his pocket. “Do not inhale these fumes Matador,” Causstik warned the warrior. Causstik blew the dust into the slave's face and immediately the slave seemed to lose himself. His eyes glossed over and his jaw dropped. “Tell us your name…” Causstik growled to the slave.

“I am Darren Scipio,” The slave mumbled. “Good,” Causstik said patting the slave's head and Darrens face seemed to brighten considerably at hearing praise from his master. “Now tell us the worse thing you’ve ever done,” Causstik growled again. The slave began to tear up “I-I killed a child in the arena,” He sobbed. “It’s okay,” Causstik said and the slave seemed pleased to hear his master utter such condolences. “Now Darren kill yourself with this blade,” Causstik said as he removed a small dagger from his hip. Darren took the blade and plunged it into his gut. “Good Darren,” Causstik mumbled. Pleased to hear his master's praise the slave smiled, even as blood rolled out of his mouth.

The slave fell over dead and Causstik turned to regard Matador. “As you can see this drug renders someone a zombie completely to your will. If you wish to separate the mentally strong from the weak, it should be with this. You can bring up any memory, make them tell you whatever you want to know, and even force them to do things they would never do… All the while their consciousness sits back unable to say a word or stop a thing. The drug becomes them and makes them happy to do the things we tell them,” Causstik finished.

[member="The Matador"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

"I see no use of such a thing, not in this circumstance. I will test them, as the Tol Varen warriors were tested, as I was. It will show their true nature better than any chemical mixture you produce Causstik." The Matador spoke with some spite in his tone, not long lingering in the position where the fallen slave was in his view. He had no time for sentiment, but he felt it was a useless gesture all the same.

His fellow Warlord was a beast at heart, and a cruel thing too. Perhaps, he would never share his mind for such primal things. They shared a similar brutality on the battlefield, however more refined the Matador's use of it was, was ultimately irrelevant. They were associated by circumstance and for that they must abide their differences and see the benefits.

"Divide the remaining warriors into groups of 50. That will leave us with a total of 10 groups. Give this order to them all, we shall see how quickly leaders and followers become visible to our eyes. Then, we will have them arrange themselves individually into groups of 10. From those 10 we shall select a leader. Then the true tests shall begin."

[member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik walked to a doorway within his throne room and opened it, revealing a massive balcony with another Trandoshan standing there. He stepped onto the veranda and looked out at the men gathered below, giving the second T’doshok standing at his side a slight nod as he did so. The slaves were already formed up in ranks of one hundred each. Causstik merely had to nod and the Trandoshan beaters that prowled the slaves ranks divided them into smaller increments. He stood there overlooking the whole process. It was tedious and boring. As the slaves formed their groups the one eyed T’doshok shouted to the slaves below.

“Each group is to decide on a leader next,” The T’doshok shouted, but after the tortures and pains he had put them through half of them expected a trap while the other half would rather die than accept orders from the Trandoshan. He growled then cracked his knuckles. “Beat them,” He said to his second in command. The second Trandoshan stepped forward and raised his arm. Slowly the Trandoshan beaters began to whip the slaves back into subservience. This time many slaves stepped forward electing themselves as leaders in order to spare their brethren the tortures the Trandoshans would inflict upon them. “Matador come see, your army has elected their leaders,”

[member="The Matador"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

"Good." The Matador observed, he would be assigning Tol Varen Warriors to oversee the training of the warriors. However, he would be training the elite of their group himself. "I will be assigning warriors to oversee the larger forces. As a unit, what should we refer to them as?" The Matador asked, turning to Causstik, his eye looking to Causstik before he moved closer to the very edge of the veranda. He leaned with both hands against the balcony, observing the slaves.

They varied in size, stature, species, race, gender. He would forge them all into warriors, or they would die along the way. The Matador, as the mentor of the Tol Varen forces had never once had a failure of a student. He believed he would have the same success with them. They would become battle hardened Mandalorian warriors, that was indeed his image. "We will combine what we know [member="Causstik Rahn"], make these men as much hunters as they will be elite warriors."