To Be Sith

[Kahlil Noble]

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Bastion; Sith Academy​

Lower levels​

[member="Tarana"]​

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There was something about bringing another into the Sith life style. Some were reluctant, others far more willing. But at the end of the day, they all learned the most valuable lesson. Their lives would never be the same. Kahlil stood in one of the rooms on the ground level of the Academy, his hands clasped calming behind his back.

He had brought with him a young Witch, one without the ability to speak yet an aptitude for the Nightsisters more powerful spells. Spells that the Epicanthix couldn't do himself, despite the desire to. As such, he set out to teach this young Dathomir to be Sith, so that through her he could gain power over all magic in the Galaxy. Here, in this room, he would show her what it was to be Sith.

 

[Tarana]

Tarana hadn't exactly planned to become a Sith, and honestly, she wasn't one hundred percent sure she'd decide to follow this path. The Iridonian Princess had a lovely habit of simply "doing whatever she wanted" and only minded under specific circumstances, so even though she knew she might not stick with it for the rest of her life, she was at least interested in testing out the waters as a start, so long as Tarana wasn't being forced to act against her own specific morals and principles. With her head held high, the Dathomir Witch found her way into the same chamber as the man who had brought her here; [member="Kahlil Zambrano"] . Granted, she probably could have learned from her own father, but he was busy with his own priorities.

The red-head stopped not far from Kahlil, her sharp green eyes scanning the room before her gaze landed on his form and a bemused voice echoed into the Sith's mind. "So, when do we get this party started?" A mischevious grin cracked across Tarana's painted face as she set a hand on her hip.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"The 'Party' has already begun, technically. Tell me, what do you think of the Academy?" He bowed his head respectfully as [member="Tarana"] entered, offering her a warm smile. Unlike most apprentices, the Witch was a special case. One to be treated with respect rather then the usual means. Kahlil wanted her magic at his fingertips after all. "It's certainly different from the jungles of Dathomir, but I imagine you'll consider it home in no time." Brief pleasantries before the actual task at hand. Training.

 

[Tarana]

Tarana snorted lightly, crossing her arms over her chest as she turned where she stood, her eyes drifting about the room around her as her words popped into [member="Kahlil Zambrano"] 's mind; "Home has always been with me no matter where I go. It's not the place, it's the people and my own thoughts and opinions that make it 'home'. And don't knock the comfort of nature until you've tried it." Her grin slowly dissolved into a soft smile as she sighed, turning her attention back to the Sith. "Your beloved Academy is fine, I just prefer the openness of the wilds, that's all."

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"That's a smart way to look at it." Kahlil chuckled again before waving his hand. A pair of chairs came flying over, one of which the Sith took a seat in as it landed, and motioned for [member="Tarana"] to take the other. "The Sith have been around almost as long as your Witches, though our take on the Force is drastically different. In some aspects of course. Where the witches need constant spell work, we can bend reality to our wills with just our feelings, though of course we have our own spells. Have you heard of the Sith Code?"

 

[Tarana]

Tarana shifted her gaze to the newly arrived chair, perking one painted eyebrow at [member="Kahlil Zambrano"] before deciding to sit down, crossing one leg over the other as she leaned onto one of the arms of the seat. "Well," Tarana began, aimlessly dusting her pant leg off in an attempt to stay in motion and not grow bored, "I know of it. Father spoke of it often, but that doesn't mean I listened to him. It's not like I had been planning on joining the Sith then, anyway, so I saw no need to listen. I'm the wild card of the Novar's, truly." Her smile widened back into a grin once more as she thought about it.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"Nwûl tash.​

Dzwol shâsotkun.​

Shâsotjontû châtsatul nu tyûk.​

Tyûkjontû châtsatul nu midwan.​

Midwanjontû châtsatul nu asha.​

Ashajontû kotswinot itsu nuyak.​

Wonoksh Qyâsik nun."​

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Kahlil recited the code in Sith, idly waving his hand as a table now flew over, settling between them. Followed by a tea set, already heated and pouring for the pair. A simple showing of power, often the best way to truly entice the curious into the ways of the Sith. Once they finished pouring, the Knight took a sip of his own. [member="Tarana"] would have to make her own of course, as he had no idea what she preferred.

"Or, in the common tongue; Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me. Simple words, but they hold so much. What do you think it means?"

 

[Tarana]

"I think," Tarana cleared her throat as she sat up fully, crossing her arms over her chest, "that I probably should have listened a bit better when my father mentioned it..." The red-head sighed lightly, completely ignoring the tea set in front of her as she thought about it, "But mostly, it means that we need to come to somewhat of an understanding. I learn by doing, not by sitting and thinking about things, and certainly not in some sort of classroom setting. This, this... 'tea party'," Tarana raised a pale arm, gesturing to the table between them and to the 'show' that [member="Kahlil Zambrano"] had put on not moments before, "that you have prepared effortlessly is very nice and all of that, but it's not how my brain works. Like I said before, I'm the wild card of the Novar's. I'm not opposed to learning, but it needs to be in a different format; if that makes sense?" The witch stared at the Sith, wondering what his response might be to her probably 'less than favorable' opinion.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"Do, huh? If that's what you'd prefer, I'm more than willing of course to switch it up. I'm use to actually talking through lectures and such. It was how I was taught after all." Kahlil chuckled at [member="Tarana"] 's response. The young man took a sip from his cup, not even bothering to look at the tea set and table, sending it back where it came from with slight effort from just his mind alone. That was the power of the Sith after all.

He stood once he finished his tea, the cup and his chair following the rest. "Witches use incantations, as we've already discussed." Only one chair remained. Her own. "Use your feelings. Hate, anger, what ever you have, and move that chair. Make it bend to your will."

 

[Tarana]

Tarana frowned, crossing her arms over her chest as she moved to stand, turning to stare down at her chair before looking back over at [member="Kahlil Zambrano"] "Can you maybe give me a better example than chairs, tables, and chinaware drifting back and forth? Hand movements. Actual... Emotion? You say for me to use my emotions, but you're not...showing any at all?" The Dathomir Witch moved to stand apart from her chair so that she could face both it and the Sith that was trying to teach her. "I know I've got emotion, but I'd love a demonstration on how to use it. Please?"

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"Right right. I'm not the best teacher in just doing." Kahlil shrugged faintly to [member="Tarana"] as he spoke, then turned his attention to her chair. Simply moving it was something he had grown so accustomed to that it was hard to show the workings behind it. So he opted for a more intense demonstration. Extending a hand to the metal seat he focused, his eyes narrowing. Hate flooded his mind, not at anything particular, but as the raw emotion it was. "Find something you hate, and focus on that feeling." As he spoke his eyes shifted, the usual hazel turning gold and red.

"Focus it on what you want to do. Imagine the task at hand." The chair began to shake, slowly rising into the air. "The more you focus the feeling, the stronger you can be. Some submit to it, allowing hate to control their every action in a rage. We, however, command it. They are our emotions. Focus, and there is no limit." The chair continued to shake, much more violently, before crumpling inward. Kahlil slowly closed his fist as metal began to splinter and crack. Then, to demonstrate, he clenched his fist, and the chair crumpled into a broken mass of metal and cushion.

"Understand?"

 

[Tarana]

Tarana peered closely at [member="Kahlil Zambrano"] as the chair crumpled to nothing in the air, turning her attention to the demonstration in front of her as she went to inspect it up close, walking around it before looking once more to the Sith trying to teach her. "And what if, oh I don't know, there wasn't much that angered you or you'd never really felt that emotion much to truly know what it was? Does it have to be anger and hate, I mean? Just out of pure curiosity?" The Iridonian Princess hoped that such a question wouldn't actively annoy the young man, given her plan was to learn new skills not make enemies.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kahlil shrugged dismissively. "Just about any emotion works. But ultimately it's a hard thing to explain. Far easier to try and do. Once you figure it out, it'll be simple to continue, yeah?" The Sith peered curiously to [member="Tarana"] as she spoke. Such a curious mind was fitting for a Witch. Wanted to understand all that could be known before delving deep into a subject was a cautious and intelligent way of doing things.

"So give it a try."

 

[Tarana]

"Alright, I'll try it." Tarana sigh lightly before focusing on the chair, making her way back towards [member="Kahlil Zambrano"] , though she stood a few feet from him. She wanted to be distanced enough so that she could see both the chair and Kahlil's reactions. The Dathomir Witch took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as she raised her hand as a way to help her focus on the item before her, her green eyes narrowing as she did.

The Iridonian Princess stood there for a solid minute, her expression slowly beginning to turn to a glare as the chair continued to sit there. Tarana refused to look the Sith trying to teach her as she grew more and more frustrated as the moments passed. If she could have made any physical noise she would have begun to growl. She just wanted it to move! Just a little bit! She could communicate telepathically, moving an object shouldn't be that hard!

An exasperated sigh escaped her lips just as the crushed chair screeched half an inch across the floor.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kahlil watched on in silence as [member="Tarana"] set about the task he had given her. It was interesting to see someone raised in a different belief and usage of the Force try the Sith way, and for just a moment the Sith thought the Witch wouldn't be able to do it. Then, much to his surprise and seeming hers, the chair moved. A smile formed as he leaned back in his chair, clapping a couple of times.

"Ah, there it is."