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[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

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Glee Anselm, Sith Academy​

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It was a normal day in the academy, people were training, some were reading. It was normal; a slight chilly breeze fled through the academy, as the doors would open on one of the incoming submarines to the facility, the stairs would fling down onto the platform from the submarine and clicked into place with the platform. Out came a tall, light blue furred, dark haired Nelvaanian who would climb down the steps, his large feet clanking off each of them. Before he stood out onto the platform, as the submarine was released of his weight it shook slightly, before re-submerging into the water.

Honas'di would release a quiet grunt, as he would stare around taking in his surroundings. A young human male would attempt to quickly approach him, attempting to welcome him - he must have been new also - before the Nelvaanian would side step to the left and toss the man into the water, continuing on forwards into the academy.

The patterns on the pillars and walls intrigued him, he wanted to actually know why he had come here, why he was told to come here. He eyed where all the loud sounds of fighting where coming from and headed straight towards it with narrowed eyes. Upon turning the corner he would release it was a training area, where people would spar and practice their abilities. He seemed to like it, slightly. He stood there for a few moments, before releasing another loud grunt, turning to his left and walking ahead slightly. Observing the acolytes train.

He would come across another hallway with many doors, he tilted his large head at each door before leaning back onto the wall shaking his head slightly. Before his hands absent-mindedly begin to scratch the wall, he remained there.


[member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

"Nelvaanians or Nelvaans are blue furred life-forms of the lupine category, hailing from the planet of Nelvaan. A primitive people, Nelvaanians view their planet as a diety and has named it 'Great Mother'. Religious ceremonies are Their society is tribal, ruled by chieftains chosen through rites and the admiration of the tribe, as well as a shaman to take care of the spiritual life of their people. Some Nelvaanian males are known to mutate and grow over a staggering 3 meters tall.-click"

The Rattataki Sith Lord set down her datapad, turned off and locked the screen, then stood up. While the natural sciences were one of her many interest, this knowledge was Sith related. A member of the tall lupines had been seen making his way to Glee Anselm, she was there to investigate his potential aptitude as a Sith Assassin. They had lost numbers in the civil war, recruitment was paramount to their survival.

Meanwhile, at the docks, a human Acolyte set to keep watch for the expected arrival and show him around, rushed enthusiastically to work, only to be thrown into the water. Climbing out, he gasped for air and looked at the tall creature stalking away into the academy. He thought to himself as he fished his com-unit out of his pockets. Damn aliens, they are so rude.

"My lord. The new arrival has made his way into the academy."

"Thank you, Acolyte Kevran. You may return to your training."

Shutting down her com-unit and placing it into her robes, Darth Ophidia strode out into the corridors. Her eyes nearly closed, she reached out through the Force like a hound sniffing for treats. Her hands clasped behind her back; she walked erect and with an uncanny grace to her step.

She passed through a reading-hall, walked past the closed door of an alchemy-lab with a distinctly pungent smell. Passing the sparring pits she turned left. Soon enough, she would see the tall, blue creature before her, scratching the wall absent-mindedly.

"Enjoying your tour so far?"

[member="Honas'di"]

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

As the voice rang to him, he would immediately stop the scratching and would turn his head with an indistinct grunt as he observed her. He would instinctively place a hand behind his back, gripping the handle on his spear as he did not know what to expect - where these people going to kill him?

The voice bounced around his head, before he pursed his lips to speak in his deep monotone voice. "There hasn't been a tour. I've just merely wandered into here.", quickly narrowing his eyes down to her soon after. He would push his large body off the wall, standing up straight, towering over [member="Darth Ophidia"] as he would to anyone else.

He would turn his head back to the training wing, before looking back to her. Speaking seemingly quieter than before. "So, you teach people to fight?", he inquires with a grunt following soon after.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

She noted that he grabbed his spear, that weapon would do very little for him in these halls, but if it made him feel a little more confident, she would allow it for the time being. She did not quite know what to expect from this one until now. However, in conversation, she could see much about his nature.

"Just merely wandered in. How adorable."

Was he foolish enough to think they had not allowed him to find them? No one barged into the Sith Academy of Glee Anselm without permission, even if it could so seem. Eyes had been on him since before he set foot on the ocean planet. The tunnels through which he had entered were the maw of a beast, a trap from which there was no escape.

"No, child of Nelvaan. I teach people how to kill."

She stared up at Honas'di with her burning orange eyes. She was tiny compared to him, both in height and in build. Yet, there was not a shred of fear in her body. She did not blink, nor break eye-contact. Her voice was rasped, her words factual and sharp.

[member="Honas'di"]

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

His ears would twitch back, as he noticed her stoic almost intimidating expression, in its blankness. He would scan his dark red eyes over her, almost inspecting every aspect of her body. He would emit a grunt from his nozzle as he began to sniff the air. His mind was telling him to do multiple things - all would not end well. He stepped forwards towards her slightly, before opening his large mouth to speak in his raspy yet dark voice.

"Adorable?" He said almost angered by the phrase, squinting his eyes onto her. He began to wrap his head around the kind of person she was. He knew what he was dealing with and this drove him to continue.

His grasp onto his spear would tighten, as his sharp claws wrapped around it. His eyes would begin to widen slightly, before he grunts once more as she labels him as a child of his homeworld, which he left ever so shortly ago.

"I can already kill." He said flatly, squinting into her orange eyes.

[member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

As he stepped forward, so did she. It was more a symbolic act to establish match dominance than practical locomotion, preventing him to gain the more aggressive stance. Putting it simply, she squared off against him. She sensed his anger, her words had struck home. Ophidia watched his eyes, gauged his reactions, his stance, his intent.

"So can a slow-witted nerf."

The corner of her mouth twitched into a half smile before settling back into neutrality.

"You want to kill me? Prove yourself as some great warrior."

Her hands released from their clasped position at her back. Then, they floated up at her sides to the height of her shoulders, palms open and arms wide. She stood exposed, unprotected except by a few layers of cloth.

"Or are you afraid?"

[member="Honas'di"]

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

He growled quietly, causing his top nozzle to vibrate slightly as he slid his spear out of his holster, holding it passively to his right. He spoke in a more sincere and angry tone.

"Do I look like a nerf, to you?" He asked, in a snappy tone. Before once more tightening his grip onto his spear which was the same length as her body in total. His arm begins to twitch as he grows impatient of her. "I want to kill you." He said flatly once more, following up with another response. "I don't trust you."

As she moves her arm outwards, the urge to simply impale her grows more and more. He is dying to kill her right where she stands, for the right out cockiness of her ways. "I am not afraid of you." He says in flat tone once more. He quickly moves the spear to her neck in a flash of an eye, within a millisecond the spear was at her neck, and he was ready to kill her.

[member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

There it was, the palpable anger, the will to skewer her where she stood. It was just what she was looking for, what she waited for him to move towards in her play of dominance. What he saw as cockiness was the art of Dun Möch - to unbalance one's opponent with words, mind games.

As his spear moved, so did she. Though, she did not move much. The Rattataki simply swayed her upper body out of the path of the spear, then stepped towards him so the sharp point was behind her without drawing as much as a drop of blood. Her hands still remained in their previous position, taunting him.

"You don't look like a nerf, but you act like one."

A hint of enjoyment graced the corner of her eye as she found amusement in the newcomer's reactions. The other trainees retreated calmly from the area, giving them space. They were accustomed to similar friction within the academy.

Within her, the Force gathered, but she made no move to release it upon him just yet. She wanted to see a little more of what he could do first.

[member="Honas'di"]

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

As the Rattataki moved ever so quickly, he held his spear in place where it stood before slightly in shock, before he shook his head in mild confusion before letting out a louder growl, his ears flicking even further back as he grew angrier.

He pulled the spear back into towards him, the sharp tip passing her face - not touching her merely traveling past her face - before he would hold it close to his own, prepared to throw the spear, at a fast pace because of his upper strength; though he just held it there.

"Fast..." He said in a monotone voice, emphasizing the word as he stared his swirling dark red eyes down onto her.

He would focus his eyes onto the other acolytes fleeing the area, this caused him to take a few steps back and lower his spear, staring at her passively.

[member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

"You have seen nothing yet."

She took half a step forward and brought her hands in front of her as he brought his spear back and up in a throwing position. The other acolytes were not so much fleeing. In the further reaches of the area, there were still some working on their training. However, their more immediate areas were vacated. Some stood watching, whispering to one another about what was happening. Somewhere in the crowd, bets were made. There was always someone looking to score a bit of money on fights.

As her opponent lowered his spear and pulled back, her smile started to fade. Was he done already?

"What are you waiting for?"

As soon as her question was posed, she lashed out with her left hand, sending a wave of telekinetic energy at her opponent. Even if her motion did not appear to have much force to it, her wave would be enough to knock a large beast off balance.

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[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

As she clearly spoke, he questioned what power she truly held. He releases another growl, staring around for a few moments as he held his spear in place. The Nelvaanian held a stare onto her pursing his lips to speak before shaking his head choosing to remain in silence.

The wave of telekinesis would knock him back against the wall, causing him to hit his back and head of it, falling forwards onto his knees shortly after. He would growl violently as his staff rolled across the floor away from him towards the Rattataki, he would climb to his feet placing a hand on his chest. He would remain fearless and take a few quick steps forward with content he would pause in front of her, raising his clenched fist into the air.

"I know what you're doing. Trying to push me. I might be new, but I am not stupid." He blurted out into her face as he looked down to her.

[member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

As he rejected her rouse for an advance, she felt disappointed. It was a good observation, she had indeed been spurring him on, pushing him into attacking her. She wanted to see how strong he was, but it would seem he would not be riled up as easy as most.

"Well observed. I suppose there is no use in trying to anger you further if you will not act upon it."

She advanced upon him, not aggressively, but with a vigilant threat of attack. Her hands folded at her midriff, fingers intertwined. Her back straightened and her step adopted something more of a balance to it.

"So let me ask you a philosophical question."

Her presence changed, her eyes still burned like embers in contrast to the ashen hue of her skin. Dark painted lips held a neutral mine as the rasped words trilled over them.

"What makes you Sith?"

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[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

He would stand idly for several moments, actually taking in her question with a slight interest, before pondering it to himself. What actually made him Sith? Maybe he wasn't. Though, something drove him here - to this point. He'd killed countless people, the blood on his hands flowed endlessly.

He spoke with a curious tone of voice. "I don't know.", he held a disappointing train of thought, before shaking his head dismissively. He returned to an idle facial expression before he attempted to twist the question around, attempting to gain some information. "What makes a Sith?" he inquired gingerly.

[member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

As he questioned, she moved out into the open space of the training hall where she could see the tenets of their order carved into the stone. It was written in the ancient Sith runes. She had always found the purebloods to be quite overrated, but their language and scripture was undeniably powerful, and as such, beautiful.

"Peace is a lie, there is only passion."

She turned her back to him, letting her eyes survey the pillars and their writing.

"Through passion, I gain strength."
"Through strength, I gain power."
"Through power, I gain victory."

With every line, she turned to a new portion of the room, until she faced the Sith Hopeful once more. There was a passion in her eye where the gleeful thirst for violence once was.

"Through victory, my chains are broken. - The Force shall set me free."

She observed him once more, gauging for reactions before she spoke again.

"That is what it means to be Sith."

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[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

As she speaks the several lines, he attempts to take it all in. He analyses each line in his mind as she says them individually. He would exhale a long breath, nodding his head slowly. He would come to realization that these lines all relate to him. How he works, how his gears turn in his head. His eyes would sharpen and narrow.

He spoke in a dark tone. "Then I shall be a Sith."

His ears flicked forward as he awaited for her response, holstering his spear once more, holding a more passive stance.

[member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

It seemed like he understood, at least to some extent. It took much contemplation to truly understand ever element of the Sith Code, and every day it could surprise one in how it related to the matters at hand. It was their guide, their compass when all other things faltered.

"And what makes you think you are worthy of calling yourself Sith?"

She repeated her original question. He understood some of what it meant to be Sith now, so she wanted to know why they should let him. Why he should not be killed on sight and thrown into the sea as food for the fish.

"With what right do you claim that title?"

Indeed, there was only one true answer. It came in many forms, but it was one and the same. She did not think about it, but awaited his version. Her eyes set on him with judgement, and again silence blanketed the room awaiting reply.

[member="Honas'di"]

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

"Destruction. I reek destruction, I crave it. Everywhere I've been ever since I left Great Mother, I've caused havoc or some atleast a shed of carnage." He confessed, narrowing his dark red eyes onto her with determination. "All I've done is arrive at this academy, and one of your students is in the water and the others are mesmerized by me. It seems."

He would grunt, focusing his eyes onto her once more as he rambled on. "Though, every single one of those sentences you spoke, I can refer back to myself, I believe I can be a Sith... a mighty good one at that." He said confidently, before smirking briefly.

"You've just gotta give me a chance, to show you."

[member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

"It's not often they see a three meter tall lupine humanoid. Of course they are curious."

She listened to his words, weighed them and found them wanting. He asked, Sith did not ask. Sith claimed and Sith took. To be Sith was to rise above all limitations and seek perfection of self. Destruction was an element, but not the primary one. He believed be would be a good Sith, but she needed him to know. She needed to know.

Though, perhaps it was just his words that were weak. Not everyone were great speakers of the common tongue. As she had originally intended, she would have to try him, test him.

"If you are Sith, then prove your power."

She stepped towards the Nelvaanian, her chin raised.

"Strike me."

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[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

He would grunt, as she speaks, causing his ears to flick back as he moves his hand back onto the handle of his spear. Hesitantly refraining from striking her as she stood in front of him. The Nelvaanian's mind was focused on her at this point, nothing else. He spoke in a raspy voice.

"And, what will I gain from it, if I do strike you?"

He would remain in his previous position not taking a step forward neither backwards. He would show his fearless attitude of not backing down anymore, he is determined to show he is worth it.

[member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

"Tuition."

She turned her side to Honas'di and begun to circle him. Her hands remained at her sides, and her eyes half directed at him. She still kept her chin up and seemingly her guard down, judging by her physical position. Her mental position was a whole other hive of bees.

"Not just anyone is accepted into this academy. You must be proven. Not by word, but by deed."

She flowed from one step to another, her feet making barely even a sound as they touched down upon the sand. That was what the watchers awaited so eagerly. They desired to see another beaten and broken, as they had once been broken, themselves. It was especially exciting when the one administering the beating was a guest-teacher, such as Ophidia. It gave insight into the teacher's prowess, as well as the newcomer's determination.

"Do you still think you are worthy of calling yourself Sith?"

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