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[Rainbow Kitten Sunrise]

Blade sat in the middle of his room attempting to achieve the mental state of 'No Mind'. He laid across a bed of nails and tried to ignore the messages of agony that his nerves kept sending to his brain. He emptied his emotions, his pain, and hunger into a flame. When all of it was burned to a crisp he became one with the void that was left. He sat upright and thin streaks of blood poured down his back. He carefully removed himself from the table and stood on the ground beneath. He picked up the nail stand and removed it from the room, so it would not destroy the peace he tried so hard to maintain here.

He had this room redecorated to better remind him of home. Thin paper placed over wooden frames made up the walls. The floor was comprised almost entirely of rice straw mats. A small futon with a few books scattered around it lay in a corner. His armor adorned a stand in the center, above which hung his family sword. Other then these things the room was completely bare.

It was now time for his training to truly begin. He removed his sword from its mantle and called out too the servant whom had been waiting patiently outside. The slave entered the room with his quarter staff and bowed low to his lord.

"Gaijin, ready yourself," Blade said to the man, his face impassive.

The slave charged him attempting to use the staff as a spear. Blade side stepped the blow and the slave swung the staff after him. He parried with his sword. The slave jumped back and twirled his staff in one hand. Blade attacked with an over head cut. Bringing his sword above the man and attempting to gain the killing blow, but the man blocked it and attempted to bring the other end of his staff upwards into blade's groin. Blade brought his sword down to counter the blow. They trained for hours until finally Blade Runner bested the duelist. He dismissed the man with a small bow of his head. The Gaijin was a superb duelist, but compared to Blade Runner's master the man was sub-par. He would need all the practice he could get before his lord showed up.

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[Kruel Zing]

It hadn’t been too long since the subjugation of Akrania, and now Kruel was beginning to teach one of his many students that would one day hopefully surpass himself. Even if they didn’t hopefully they would end up being a terrifying force to release upon the galaxy. Approaching the home of Blade, Kruel need not even knock. Instead with a light flick of his wrist the entire right side of the wall protecting Blade from the chilling air of Arkania was blown away. The wood turned into lethal shrapnel that embedded itself into the opposite wall. “Knock knock.” Kruel said with a hint of amusement in his voice. Following him inside was a large swath of snow that billowed in slowly painting the floor. Kruel’s upper body was completely bear with the only shred of dignity he had being the large loincloth shielding his lower area. Examining his apprentice Kruel hummed. “Strip down to your underwear boy.” This of course would sound like an awkward request but considering Kruel had already done the same it was best not to question him. Especially if Blade knew of Kruel’s habit for eating people that disobeyed or aggravated him.

Deeming that he should probably give a reason to the order Kruel pointed outside. “Your training begins out there. Before you can truly understand and utilize the force you must first conquer your body. That bed of nails is nothing next to what you will face today. You will know pain by the end of our session. Your body will plead with you for mercy and you will offer none. Your mind will beg for rest and you will have none. Your belly will growl for food and you shall have NONE! From this point on what I say goes. When I say jump you will do it or I will make you. Do you understand what I am saying boy?”

Perhaps there were no crueler masters in the galaxy than Kruel Zing himself. He had done such training to hundreds of students, and dozens had failed to survive the intensity of the training. Kruel pushed his students to the brink where the weak would fail or die and the strong would go on to prosper. Would go on to understand the intricacies of the force and be able to study at the feet of the Dashade master. One day the Dashade would die and he wanted to ensure that his students would have the knowledge and strength to succeed him one day. It could be a year from now, could be a decade or even a century. As long as they achieved it is all that mattered.

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[Rainbow Kitten Sunrise]

Blade meditated in the middle of the room. He was seated with his legs crossed and his hands held in the air. He focused on his breathing, controlling the temperature of his core, the flow of air in th- Blade's eyes shot open. The wind began to take on that of a typhoon which threatened to knock his very house down. The shoji door exploded inwards and shards of wood paneling flew like shrapnel. Impaleing his favorite servant. A large creature stood in the door way. Exposed completely except for a modest loin cloth. His master had arrived.

The mountain of a sentient barked at him to get naked and Blade rushed to do as he was told. Not even a woman could make him take his clothes off so fast. At first it apperad to be a clumsy come on. Then Blade realized it was to be part of his training when the beast pointed outside. "I understand," Blade Runner said as he bowed to his master.

The Dashade spoke of breaking Blade's limits. He would be sorely disappointed. Blade focused his internal energies to adjust the temperature of his core. When he stepped into the open air the ground beneath his feet sent up clouds of steam. He focused on dumping everything into the flame and when he was one with the void that remained he felt nothing. He waited patiently in his rock garden outside. He took one last look into his home, now laid bare for all to see. It would take weeks to find another Gaijin so skilled at dueling....

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[Kruel Zing]

The apprentice followed the instructions without question, good that meant he could be trained. If there had been any arrogance or a sign of disrespect from Blade the poor acolyte’s innards would’ve always have painted the snow and he’d end up being the Dashade’s next meal. With the acolyte taking the first few steps into the snow Kruel smiled. Well that was one thing he need not worry about, the young man knew how to control his own body temperature in the icy weather of Arkania. Nothing like it would be on Hoth but enough to be the start of what was to come. Stepping up and walking around Blade arms tucked behind his back Kruel got in close allowing the human to smell the scent of decayed flesh from Kruel’s last meal.
“Good, you know how to deal with the cold. But can you deal with it while climbing that mountain?” Kruel asked raising an eyebrow and pointing up a sharp incline that led up to a sharp peek. “Your mission is to reach the top of that mountain before nightfall. The creatures of Arkania are not too kindly when night falls. They become the predators and you the prey.” The pointing of his finger had been a subtle misdirection as without making a movement Kruel reached out with the force focusing a burst of telekinetic energy within Blades leg. With a simple thought Kruel would enforce his will upon the limb crushing the bones within. Sharp snaps and pops would fill the air as bones protruded through Blades skin his leg now completely destroyed. He’d need medical attention for it to be repaired and healed properly. Or a specialist in the force to heal it. Laying on a bed of nails did not compare to the shattering of bones and them piercing the skin. Especially when the wound was exposed to the chilled air of Arkania. No amount of focus or meditation would allow one to withstand it as they would possibly end up losing the limb due to frostbite.

“Better start crawling before you lose that leg. At the top you’ll find a hut where there will be a medical droid to aid you. If the challenge seems too easy do inform me and I will be more than glad to shatter the other leg.” With that said Kruel crossed his arms nodding his head for Blade to get a move on. "The force shall be your ally in this endeavor. You emptying yourself of emotions is not the way of the Sith but one of the foolish jedi. You will embrace those emotions. Rage will be your ally, your hatred of me will feed your ambition. It will feed your power!" Kruel shouted.

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[Rainbow Kitten Sunrise]

Blade stood silently as his master approached. The Dashade made sure to get very close to Blade and he could smell the stench of fetid meat emanating from his breath. The beast acknowledged Blade's ability to control his core then pointed to the true task at hand. Climbing a mountain. Simple enough. Blade spent hours a day hopping from 2x4 to 2x4, which were supported by nothing but gravity. If one fell he'd simply start over. It wold be ease- CRACK! POP! Blade's leg snapped beneath him. He crumpled to the ground like a sack of potatoes, all air escaping his lungs in a terrible wheeze. The void he meditated so hard to control slipped from his grasp and in its wake entered one single emotion. Fear.

I am going to fail my lord. Again...

Pain racked his body and he could feel the warmth escaping his core. The Dashade spoke of nocturnal animals and Blade knew he was right. He already wasn't sure if he'd make it to the top in time and the beast of night would prove a severe obstacle. He pictured the flame in his mind again and emptied all his pain into it. A dull numbness washed over him and he began to crawl. He made it up a small slope, Only to be greeted by an even larger one. He made it about half way up the huge hill then stumbled back down. His bum leg was weighing him down. He fumbled around until he found a sharpened rock. He hefted it high into the air then began hacking his own leg off. When the deed was done he passed out from blood loss. He awoke to the sun beginning to set. His limbs felt like noodles. His stump was completely frozen over. The cold had worked it's way into his very being, sending sharp stabs into his body everytime he moved. He found a near by branch and hoisted himself up. Using the tree limb as a crutch he began to make his way up the mountain again.

Off in the distance a pack of wolves began to howl...

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[Kruel Zing]

The fear Blade felt was… Incredible, Kruel felt it and enjoyed every second of the pain and agony the acolyte was experiencing. The entire void thought process was something a jedi would do, no Sith used the fiery emotions like hate, anger, fear and contorted it into strength. It fed them where it would drain a jedi, it pushed them to the next level while the jedi let themselves be hindered by their close-minded ideals. The jedi were the true perversion, dismissing their emotions in that they would have peace. Peace would always be a lie; the galaxy had been embroiled in war of some sort since the dawn of time. There would never be peace but there would always be passion and ambition. Without those two attributes the many planets would still be stuck in the stone ages like some worlds that still plagued the galaxy.

With Blade, having embarked upon his mission Kruel wrapped himself in his own telekinetic might using it to lift himself in the air to what appeared to be a hover and then soon enough the Dashade took flight. Quite the sight as not many could attain such control of the force yet Kruel had. Possibly the first flying Dashade. High in the clouds he flew over Blade watching from above feeling ever excruciating second of the acolyte cutting off his own limb. Such dedication was rarely found among the Sith, or even the jedi. To take one’s own limb to accomplish a single objective was enough to earn an inkling of respect from Kruel. With the cold weather outside the leg could still be attached so after Blade moved on he lifted the limb up through the force to his awaiting palm.

“Well the boy has some spirit in him after all.” Kruel said noticing the howls of wolves. Now it was time to see how Blade could defend himself. Allowing his dark power to leak out Kruel pushed out with his emotions reversing consume essence to drive the wolves into a frenzy. Three of them were in the vicinity of Blade and with their rage being amplified the creatures were driven into a frenzy.

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[Rainbow Kitten Sunrise]

Blade made it past the summit of the mountain. The moon had risen high in the sky and the terrain turned from beaten deer trails to rocky terrain. It would be almost impossible to navigate. He needed the force. Blade attempted to focus his mind on the power, but the chill made it near impossible. It felt like trying to grip a orb covered in watery grease. Always just slipping from his grasp. He adjusted his core and meditated. Into the flame, one with the voi-. A sharp howl was heard nearby and the bushes below began to rustle. A pair of glowing red eyes followed by a snarling maw stared out at him from the darkness. There was no time. Blade's fear propelled him forward, he grabed the magic and forced it to do his bidding. Rocks levitated before him creating a path with which to cross the casm. He half limped half stumbled and the wolf began to quickly close the distance. Blade made it to the other side just as the beast mouth clamped down on his crutch. Blade fell forward in a panick and lost all hold on the force. The rock bridge he had just created tumbled to the endless depths below and the wolf let out a series of yelps. Blade lay panting on the ground. Then another series of howls took up the night. They would find a way around...

Blade picked up his crutch and trudged onward. His heart racing. His eyes darting everywhere. Searching for the unseen enemy. Always fearing the end. He made it to a sheer cliff. He would have to scale it, but at least the wolves could not follow. Blade was exhausted from hunger and his limbs felt like led. He abandoned his crutch and gripped the first small outcrop. Then he slung his other hand around and grabbed the next. He was about half way up when his leg lost its purchase. Small rocks tumbled to the ground below and he made the mistake of looking down. Two wolves paced hungrily, waiting for the easy meal that was sure to come. Blade's gaze darted back upwards and searched for a way up. His foot found a new ledge and he steadied himself on it. He propelled himself upwards with his right arm. Only a few inches, but it was enough. He kept this slow methodical pace for another hour. Finally he reached the top. Every muscle in his body was on fire and he had even begun to sweat. His stump had started bleeding again and he was sure he would die.

"NO!" Blade shouted in defiance. His anger welled up inside of him and it created its own flame. He emptied his pain, hunger, and cold into it. He became one with not the void, but with this new flame of hatred.

He would not fail...

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[Kruel Zing]

“Yes my boy, run, survive. Let the terror consume you, let it be known that there is no void. That one does not simply empty themselves of emotion and become a machine. That will never grant you true power in the force, it will forever be a lie. The ways you were taught before is nothing before the true training of a Sith. Now push.” Kruel said, not from his mouth but through the force speaking directly to Blade. He was the master and it was his duty to ensure that Blade would take the next step to becoming a knight. Yet his training would not all come at the feet of Kruel, to truly be a Sith one must be left to find their own path and specialization. Kruel’s own master had specialized in the healing arts of the jedi, quite ironic since Kruel couldn’t even heal a small nick on his own skin. The dashade could only hope that his students found their own paths to power.

Floating down to the edge of the sheer drop that Blade was climbing Kruel looked over and down upon his student. He could feel the mixture of fear, rage, ambition, the fiery emotions that made a Sith what they were. They were all flowing through Blade and giving him the strength to push on but the blood loss would soon be what claimed the acolytes life more than the wolves. “Can you feel it?!” Kruel shouted amplifying his voice with the force. It carried so far that the mountain itself seemed to shake snow falling loose and down past Blade.
“This is true strength! This is pain! This is what it means to be a Sith!” Opening his arms wide Kruel summoned a wave of darkside energy that came from beneath Blade pulling him the rest of the way up to land in the snow at Kruel’s feet. “You have passed your first test.” Looking at the nub where Blade’s leg had once been and back to the dismembered leg in his hands Kruel smirked. “With flying colors. This is only the first of many trials that will show your worthiness of my teachings.”

Raising Blade up into the air through the force Kruel would apply pressure to the wound to staunch the bloodflow. Right up a small hill of snow sat a cabin. Upon opening it both Sith would be greeted by a great warmth a medical droid coming to life to greet them. “Greetings Lord Ambroscus, how may I help you on this fine day.”

“Reattach the boys leg for me while I talk to him.” Kruel said sitting Blade’s body upon the operation table and passing the limb off to the droid. “No anesthetics either, I want him to feel every bit of the procedure.”

“Yes my Lord.” The droid chirped before setting to work. Kruel would stand above Blade looking down upon the acolyte waiting to see if the Sith had any words for his tormentor.

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