Lykos would let out a gruff chuckle at the words of the child before, waving a dismissive hand as he did so. The rifles carried within the arms and holsters of the soldiers - Jar'Kai, if the Zabrak was remembered correctly - would be torn from their persons and sent skittering across the stone beneath their feet as the telekinetic tendrils would emerge from the ether to manipulate the physical realm. The process would be repeated with the weapons sequestered on the bodies of the soldiers, there locations revealed to Lykos through the fact that the Jar'Kai had once been trained with the Sith Assassins themselves. For a few moments afterwards, the echoing sound of metal against stone fading away, Lykos continued to stand stock still, his hands clasped behind his back in a manner reminiscent of his Master as he stared down at the teenager before him, scrutinising him with his lone eye.
Eventually, though, the background noises of the roaring cloud that held the consciousness of a Sith Lord and the sounds of movements from both Sith and attackers would be broken once more as the Zabraks scarred voice would sound at once more. "King in title you may be, that is true. But is it true for you, yourself, Child-Prince." Lykos' head would tilt slight as he began to pace around the young successor, his strides carefully measured and controlled as he weaved himself in and out of frozen soldiers, his calm voice never faltering. "You are still but Kep, child. The trails not yet taken, so you not yet embrace Adulthood. Prince, not King. Not yet. But potential resides within you, within the Soul of a Child is the potential of the King. But will you live to realise it? Child does not mean innocent, will not, does not, shield you from any who may seek to take the power you now hold, through action or words. Death or seduction. Child simply means Untested, Unproven." The final two words would be spoken in a snarl, his voice dropping to a whisper before raising in volume once more, but never by much, his words seemingly carried upon the still air. "In honour of Blood, of Kinship and Honour, the Shadows will envelope you. You do not command the Shadows, learn this Child-Prince-King, but are one. And 'till you are recognised, you are guarded beyond sight." A gruff chuckle would once more fall from the scarred lips of the Zabrak as he stopped his pacing, once more facing Adas directly. "Your Farther was one who shared Kinship-Of-No-Blood, so too shall you 'till otherwise. Learn quick Kep, realise your potential and prove yourself King."
Lykos would bow now, the first time since he had appeared before the Child, a small bow, a bending of his shoulder more than anything else, but a bow none the less. As he arose from his bow, the stilled forms of the Jar'Kai would surge into motion as they were freed from the effects of Force Slow, their bodies surging forwards as delayed neural orders were finally realised. Instinct would cause them to level empty hands at the newly appeared, to their perceptive, Sith Lord. But, since their weapons lay at the feet and not in their grips, the actions were futile and they soldiers would soon find themselves on the ground, an ethereal forced holding them down for a moment before it would release, leaving them wary and cautioned.
Once more, the Assassin would speak, this time to a fuller audience. "No insult is within my words, Lord Adas, acknowledge this, no honour insulted. Advice. That is all. Grow, and know that the Shadows guar-" The words being whispered from Lykos' mouth would halt mid way, his head snapping around to stare seemingly into nothing as a voice would intrude upon his mind, the strength and Darkness contained within the words unable to be hid. Slowly, a rolling, growling sound would emerge from Lykos' figure as he laughed a true, albeit subdued, laugh, not one presented in such a way that it appeared normal to the majority of the galaxy. "Is that what you seek, Young Lord? That which you are chasing after with no regard to forethought?" Again, the Assassin would laugh his chilling, feral laugh. "Then know that my words are true and the Shadows do guard."
Slowly, Lykos' form would fade from view once more, Unseen and Unheard once more, his Presence within the Force becoming null as it shrunk to next to nothingness. Gone apart from a single, whispered sentence that would just reach the ears of Adas. "Lead and prove, Child-Prince-King. The Unnoticed follow for Honour demands it."
[member="Adas James Malgus"] | Soeht
