Survival - Tests of Assassins (Part One)

[Ignatius]

I hated doing this, but my Master Xander is long gone. I have not heard of him, and honestly, I don't want to see him. He left me when I had started to trust him. Now I won't trust him. I moved on. I wanted - No - Needed to train. I needed to continue in my progress. I had to go after Eragon. I had to find him. He may be dead, but I needed a way to find him. And the only way, was to literally fight through hell. First, I had to get stronger. I promise... I swear.

I had my eyes closed as I sat. Waiting for this Master to arrive. Apparently from whispers, it was going to be the Red Assassin. I didn't know how much of it was true, but I would be doing my best regardless of who it was. I could hear whispering of who I was. Other Acolytes were trying to see who I was. Walk in front of me. Say something to me. I ignored them all. I kept them out of my mind. They would all die soon. I couldn't - Wouldn't lose. I had already faced death once. And I will do it again. However it is not this day. I will fight for Eragon.

Opening my eyes as I could feel a presence that was far beyond mine, and all the others here, I stood up. Slowly reaching my feet as I simply stood there. Hearing a few snickers from a Zeltron male, I turned my head to him. Glaring. My arms and body were fast. Very fast.

In the time he blinked I was at his throat with my lightsaber. It was not even ignited. Just the emitter shroud sitting against his adam's apple. My eyes clear, yet dark.

"I hate.... laughter."

[member="Darth Ferus"],

 

[Darth Ferus]

"So do I."

From the side of the room stepped out the Sith Lord, clad in his signature red cloak, letting his voice carry through the air. The deep red eyes of a true Sith stared directly towards both [member="Akuma"] and the quivering Zeltron. A single wave of the Lords hand snapped the neck of the coward. There was no place for the weak here with War. The girl wouldn't receive a single glance again as he stepped towards the front of the room. Six other acolytes watched in silence. Two humans, one Zabrak, one Pureblood, one Kaleesh, and one Wookie.

An odd assortment. And only one would live to the end. Who it would be, would be seen soon enough. "You're all going to die. All but one of you. Along the way I will give you tasks with goals I want. Items I want. Knowledge I want. In exchange, I will teach you how to be Sith. Should you fail, or I simply don't like you, you will be killed. There will be seven trials, or more should I not kill you off one at a time. Time will tell. Is this understood?"

All around there were nods of agreement. No hesitation, no fear. They were prepared for this, and they would kill when they had to. "Oh, and no killing one another unless it's on a mission, and there's no way for me to figure out if you did it. If I do, you die too."

 

[Ignatius]

Cold Bastard.

I liked the man already.

The Epicanthix had snapped the man's neck that I had threatened with the lightsaber. His body crumpled to the ground. No emotion was seen from me as I stood straight and clipped the lightsaber to my belt. All the other Acolytes were wearing training gear of some kind. Armorweave with bracers and greaves, or a gladiatorial look from the Zabrak. The Sith Pureblood held his head high as he walked forward and I noted that his clothing was finely woven, and pressed to have perfect creases. I wanted to take mud and smear it all over him. Or even better, Bantha poodoo. I ignored the rest.

I had my black tank top, black skirt, stockings, and decided to just have my plasteel bracers and greaves. A Katana shaped vibroblade on my left hip, and a lightsaber on the small of my back, My long raven black hair flowed ever so slightly in the wind. Considering that there was alot of it to go around, it was flowing just about any time I went outside. I had the theme of red and black already down. More so, it was learning to actually become Sith. I MUST become a Sith. No matter the cost.

Paying attention to My Master, I nodded my head silently as I was allowed to kill anyone I wanted. As long as he didn't find out about it. If he did, then I was gone. Good. I will be very careful then. First few challenges I will very likely try and stay out of the infighting. Let those who think they are stronger duke it out. And at the end, I will swoop up and clean the rest with my own blade. The one attached to my left side. The blade facing up as I held the pommel with my left hand. The blade of my Fallen Love. My small voice broke through the silence that followed.

"What is thy bidding m'Lord?"

A bow to follow. I may look different in my stockings and schooldress attire, but I was still deadly all the same.

[member="Darth Ferus"],

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Good. Your first test is as followed. On Korriban there is a tomb of a nameless Sith Lord. Within it is a text I want. Be warned however, it's guardian is unlike anything you may have read." A glance was cast to the Zabrak. "If you can read that is." The Sith Lord turned his back on the group. It was pure confidence that caused him to be so casual in lowering his defense around so many hopefuls. Striking him down here would be an instant boost to acceptance. That was the way of the Sith. The sound of footsteps proved that some were daring.

The two humans, twins, were the first to rush in and try. Before they even made it half way, their forms suddenly crumbled in on themselves. Without any external effort the Lord had the Force itself compress the twins, ripping their bodies down to nothing but lumps of flesh. They would hit the ground with a squish of flesh and the sound of blood leaking. "Well that's two more down. I don't feel like killing anyone else for a while, do as I asked already. The shuttles outside. Oh, and no killing anyone this time. I can't have you all dying so fast. Should one of you fail, you all fail."

Indeed, outside there would be a shuttle operated by a droid pilot to take them directly to the tomb. Their, they would find what was a normal Sith Tomb, but as they entered the lack of creatures or droids guarding and the sight of webbing would be enough to unsettle most. So far however, none of the acolytes showed any fear.

 

[Ignatius]

Two more wanna-be Sith fell to the floor in a bloody, and very satisfying way. I felt slightly aroused from it. Knowing that this Sith Lord killed others in such bravado, and such ease. I wanted that power. I wanted to be his apprentice. Even watching him as he was clearly powerful enough to take on all of us, I knew that I might have been the more challenging one above these smucks. He left, and a shuttle was prepared for us. It would only take us as close to the temple as we could. I looked around to the other Sith as we entered. Most stood well over a head taller than me.

Hell, even the one other girl there did. It happened to be the Zabrak. Nice looking, but she would die soon enough. This mission we had to work together. Very likely a lesson in, Learn to work with others who you may kill later on. I decided that the very likely next Canidate would either be the Zabrak, or the Kaleesh. I didn't know who to pair up with. At the last moment, I walked up to the Kaleesh. Extended my hand,

"Do you mind if we were to work together. as I assume we do not all want to die today. Best chance to survive is to work in teams."

The Kaleesh looked at me dumbfounded. That someone like me, who earlier was about to kill the Zeltron for laughing, picked him. He shrugged his shoulders. He might know that I would be a good foe, and even more so an ally. He might try to turn on me at the last second, but I would be expecting it. And oh, my mind was twirling end over end on what to do with that information. The shuttle took us to the Temple. unguarded. We were ushered off, and as soon as I was the last to leave after the Kaleesh, Abraxion, the ship left without another second to wait.

I turned around, and walked beside the much taller figure. He nodded to me.

"Let us go Akuma. We have text to acquire."

I nodded as we moved on. Walking into the temple, he had to deal with the cobwebs left from many years of neglect. While I had to worry about crap standing in my way, and the rats that wanted to climb up our legs. I killed a few of them with simple telekinesis, and choking the very life from them. The rest scrambled after a second. I hated these things. Climbing up my legs. Ugh. Such a turn off. Looking deeper into the Temple, we came to a room. Two doors on either side of the pyramid shaped room. And in the center, slept a small pack of hell hounds. Tuk'ata.

"Let's take this slow."
"Agreed."

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Slow wont do you or your friend very well. In my nest, the slower you are the easier you are to be caught." A voice shook the room [member="Akuma"] and the Kaleesh were in. The Tu'kata within the room were laying down. Yet they weren't even moving. There wasn't a hint of life. That was, until they started to pulse. As if they were breathing their chests expanded and retracted, yet it was their whole chest. The sounds of flesh tearing was all that could be heard as their chests ripped open. Several large spiders ripped their way free, their teeth chattering with blood of their prey dripping down their fangs.

"So please, be slow."

 

[Ignatius]

The voice shook the caverns. The rooks jutted and shook from the echoes of this voice. Slow was not our ally, being slow was our enemy. I forced myself not to gaga as the Tuk'Ata had been ripped open by hundreds of spiders. They then came for us. This was not something we could just swing at and be done. Both of us were starting to back up. As we were starting to, Abraxion stood still. I rushed forward to see him standing there like a fool. When I realized that he was scared of spiders. Horrified by them. I cursed in the Sith language as I grabbed his hand, and yanked him around with me, aided by the power of the Force considering he was well over my weight, and height.

We rushed backwards through where the opening would be. Trying to make our way out, I sent a few force pusheds in the direction of the spiders to keep them at bay, and to possibly put some distance between myself and the raging creatures. I just hoped we could make it out alive.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

All at once the small spiders stopped their assault upon [member="Akuma"] and the Kaleesh. The pair were apparently Force Sensitive. A rare guest indeed. From the behind the smaller creatures the shadows stirred, and a figure would take shape. Leg by leg, the massive creature would be exposed. Well, mostly. The shadows themselves seemed to cling to it's form, and only it's many red eyes burned clearly.

"Aahh. He sent you, didn't he? Tell me your names, children. And speak quickly, I grow ever tired, and my children will only listen while I remain awake."

 

[Ignatius]

As we could see the light ahead of us, I noticed that the spiders had stopped. The Sith acolyte kept running, but I stopped as well. Seeing through the darkness a multitude of red eyes that sent shivers down my spine. I could feel the cold grasp of death upon my arms and legs. Wanting to pull me down to hell. I could feel the very breath that this creature had as it spoke to us. Asking if he, likely Darth Ferus, Sent us here. Asking for our names, and to speak or forever hold our peace. As the other acolyte had still been running, I came forward. Drawing my lightsaber hilt. I held it off to my side. My head low, and ready. My voice calm in the face of the darkness.

"My name is Akuma Shisu. I am the embodiment of pain. I am suffering."

Activating the Purple lightsaber with its iconic snapping sound, I twisted my wrist around twice before bringing it up towards my face. The eerie purple light illumining my face. My own dark red eyes seeming to glow ever so slightly as I could feel the dark side of the force begging to flood my veins with its power. I could feel the strength of ten men surge in my arms. My armor reflecting the light from the metal ostrine upon my gloves. I looked up at the eyes.

"You shall feel my wrath in my Masters name. Beast of the Darkness, I will slay you."

The jumpservos from my armor activated, sending me bounding forward at speeds no man could ever run. My saber swinging at the creature, intending to do exactly what I had said I would do.

[member="Darth Ferus"]