Tools to Strive

[Rusken Shaxx]

Zius stood in the center of the training room, eyes frozen to the floor in a moment of deep thought. His visor cracked and damaged with previous encounters and the detrimental lingering essence from a moment in his life where he suffered harshly. The rest of his armour was also showing signs of a beaten, humiliated individual.

He came back into the world around him and inhaled gently, he raised his right hand up to the said visor and it split into two, receding to the sides of his jaw, revealing an entirely metallic jaw which in-turn shown a bottom row of gun metal grey teeth with his soft looking pale features sitting above it, along with a blackened cloth wrapped around his right eye as the other glowed a distinct dark red colour.
He held his curved-hilt lightsaber in his right hand, unlit and hanging loosely there. His mind was racing with distorted and violent images and thoughts of murder.

"I'm ready".

Is all he spoke, turning in his place.
@[member="Belle Morte"]

 

[Belle Morte]

@[member="Zius Aurus"]

Belle Morte remained standing in all her stature while she observed the boy first, his stance and appearance were shambled. Unkept, unclean, unwashed shambles that hopefully were a mistake and not a judgement of his character or of what she had agreed to when taking him. Not that she would have said no it was very rarely that she got to train a student and since Forecaster.... such a silly name had disappeared after only one lesson she wasn't going to miss this chance.

So she stood there in the synth leather over the iron skin with a leather throat guard and her equipment. A lightsaber and lightwhip coiled on her hip. Hair perfectly pulled back into a top bun and ponytail. The end of it having a single zenji needle dipped in poison. Her near constant state of rage and fury suppressed for the moment but there just below the surface until she needed it. Her voice coming out letting each word roll off of her tongue while plucked eyebrows raised high.

"Are you now? And what apprentice do you know of being ready? You stand here before me, unclean, unkept and looking like a vagabond or worse a common street urchin. Yes you have anger and murderous thought but so do we all the entire reason most of us are how we are. To you think what? That it makes you special? That is makes you stronger then others? Better then others? Do you think you'll succeed where others have failed or worse given up because of false pride?"

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Zius looked dead at @[member="Belle Morte"]. His singular red cybernetic eye flashed for a brief second before he uttered his response.

"I am not special, I simply know what it means to suffer at the hands of my captors. I know how it feels to lose and to be beaten, and I intend to use it to my benefit."

Zius twirled the hilt of his saber in his right hand, tightening his grip and allowing the Force to flow through him, showing whatever potential he had as the hatred and anguish he endured would in-turn fuel his signature. It was no mere lost child standing before Belle, but a man made to kill. Something created to be able to hunt prey and to be the predator of Jedi. His exoskeletal suit of armour illuminated a dull yet grim shimmer from the lighting in the room as he shifted his shoulders, allowing his black trench coat to fall to the floor.

"If the Sith taught me one thing, it's to show no mercy. And I am not one to let feelings or my pride get in the way. I wish to kill, not be killed."

 

[Belle Morte]

@[member="Zius Aurus"]

"The sith have taught people many things, when they took my eyes and orbitally bombarded my regiment I learned pure hatred. It was a powerful thing, something that could keep me warm at night. My rage was such a pure thing while I floated there in that bacta tank. Does that make me anythign more then what I am now? No I am merelu a product of my trainings and environment. I have seen and fought across that empire for them before they turned on several of us. The Inquisition was a powerful tool but they got rid of it and those who served became enemies. Now I am here under one of the strongest sith lord in the known galaxy. Training a boy who believes his anger makes him powerful. So how much pride am I going to have to beat out of you until you learn?"

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

"I turned my back on the Empire willingly. It was a Jedi that made me realize that it wasn't worth it to fight for a losing cause. Don't you think I've learned my lesson already? It was my pride and hatred for the Sith that even lead me to what I am today. Don't talk down to me and think of me as a boy with an ego, this isn't that. I simply require the tools necessary to remove this taint and branding of the Empire from my conscious and spirit. Now are you going to lecture me on what a brat I seem to be or are you going to teach me something?"

Zius shifted himself, lightsaber held firmly in his right hand. He stared Belle down with a crazed ferocity in his eye.

@[member="Belle Morte"]

 

[Belle Morte]

@[member="Zius Aurus"]

"I look down on everything don't consider yourself special you are not and I could spend days finding issue with you but that would be boring. That would imply more work for something that holds less value then needed and there are more important things to do. Now we shall begin discard your saber you will not require it as where I am sending you does not allow weapons or most equipment." A smile curled onto her lips while she walked and traced a finger over her thigh sheath holding her blade and whip. "You are going to be my little mouse running the gravity maze on Disad Anya and the cheese at the end is going to be your life but continuing to be taught. Now set off for the planet I shall be watching from the view screen. They have a running in three days"

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

"Gravity maze? What is this going to do other than give you a good chuckle?"

Zius grumbled under his breath, sighing with frustration. Fething gravity maze of all things as a first trial. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, exhaling.

"Fine. I'll do your bloody maze."

He shook his head as he walked over to grab his coat, donning it once more and discarding his lightsaber into the pocket. No one else would have it or lay a finger near it. He turned back to look at Belle, giving a brief nod before heading out of the training room and for a shuttle to venture off to this random place he'd never heard of, all for the sake of progression.

@[member="Belle Morte"]

 

[Belle Morte]

@[member="Zius Aurus"]

Belle looked at him and had to admit she might have a chuckle for it but the goal wasn't his and her enjoyment meant little to it. She was using this to get a deal done. She was using it to get a deal go through for later down the line. "Then go and run it." Belle moved clasping her hands behind her back and raising an eyebrow until the ship arrived letting her go to the stands to watch. The business man she was here to meet made it quite a sight to see.

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

(Leavin' ze faction for somethin' else. Thanks for the effort though.)