Within the Dark Temple, Bastion

[Taergal]

Rhaelor moved slowly through the threshold of the grand temple, his right hand slowly running along the ancient writings carved into the walls. He paused a moment, using his force vision to view the main hall of the temple in its entirety before moving to the very center and lowering himself down into a cross legged position. He then pulled the holocom, that he'd received anonymously from his trouser pocket and played the holo once more.

The hologram buzzed to life and displayed location coordinates along with a simple map.
Rhaelor was satisfied that he had come to the right place and clicked the holo off before settling into a meditative posture... though he was both uneasy and anxious, having never meditated before, but he had heard of many Sith and Force Users who meditated in their free time or to find answers.
Unable to reach a meditative state of mind Rhaelor growled to himself as he continued to wait impatiently for the one who'd sent him the coordinates. He had nothing, after the disappearance of his Sith Lord Mother, and had no prospects of gaining anything without first gaining the tutelage of a Higher Sith, so he could do little else than wait.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Tap. Tap. Tap.

It was a rhythmic sound echoing through the halls to where [member="Taergal"] was. It was soft at first, barely audible, but continued in volume as what ever was making the sound continued to come closer. Soon enough from the end of the hallway a hobbled figure of an old man came into view, limping along and barely on his feet. The figure continued forward, eventually stumbling into the mediating boy.

"Ah, apologies. It's quite hard to stand these days.." He mumbled, gazing to the young Sith with icy blue eyes. There was no presence in the Force coming from the figure, as if it was just a stranger in a place he didn't belong.

 

[Taergal]

Rhaelor looked to the seemingly old man before rising quickly. His face was dirty but held mildly handsome features, despite the empty eye sockets and tattoos that covered it

"You are the one that sent for me?"

he asked [member="Darth Ferus"] before slowly shaking his head and brushing himself off

"I was hoping for a master that could teach me the ways of the Sith so that I could become strong in his shadow and loyal in his service. Instead all I get is a crusty old man."
He then moved to shoulder passed the old one in an aggressive manner.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Oh dear, you are young." The Sith Lord had kept quiet as [member="Taergal"] spoke, listening, watching. It wasn't until the shoulder check that the old man demeanor changed. Instead of stumbling away the elder man stood firm. It would almost feel like shoulder checking against a brick wall. The Force whispered it's warnings as Ferus stood straight, staring down with hate filled red eyes. "Do you always judge on appearances and presentations?

 

[Taergal]

Rhaelor, at first, tried harder to shoulder the Dark Lord out of his way, but to no avail. Failing this he quickly backed up a few feet
"I'll make you move!"
His bark was much more than his bite however, as when he moved both his arms outward to summon a force push, it did little more than move a few pebbles across the stone floor.
With his force vision alight with the warnings it whispered the young Miraluka fell to his knees
"Even now the force mocks me. All I want is to be powerful and earn my place, yet I am here in a decrepit temple of Lords who are long forgotten with an Ancient.. What is there for me?"
He asked, his eyeless sockets looking up to [member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Powerful? Earn your place? You are too weak to even consider a life more then food for the Vornskr." There was a hint of a threat in his words, but the elder man did little against [member="Taergal"] and his 'assault'. Had there been danger perhaps the Lord would have acted, but finding none he couldn't help but stare down in disappointment. "You don't even try. Just give up and sulk. Worthless. Even the Jedi would abandon a spineless coward like you." All the while as he spoke his eyes stared down judging, but he was waiting for something, anything, redeeming about an Acolyte who would dare give up when things weren't going his way.

 

[Taergal]

Rhaelor sat and accepted all the dark lord was spewing at him... until he heard the one word

Worthless

In an instant Rhaelor was suddenly jettisoned into the air by the force, his two legs twirling through the air before twisting about and aiming a single spin kick for [member="Darth Ferus"] ' neck
"I WILL SHOW YOU WORTHLESS OLD MAN!"

Anger swelled inside the young Acolyte something terrible, beyond even what he had believed to be within him as he'd never experienced not just the want but the NEED to destroy as his entire body spun around seeking to crack the bones of the Dark Lords neck.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Finally the old man smiled, and with a swift movement his arm shot up to grab [member="Taergal"] 's leg, crushing in it's grasp. "Good, very good. You use your hate well, when you have a focus." Should he actually have the grasp on the acolytes leg he would throw him, swinging him by his leg and tossing him into one of the pillars close by. "That I can work with. Tell me boy, what is your name?"

 

[Taergal]

Rhaelor would indeed be thrown by the more highly skilled Sith.
However, though he does land hard on his shoulder he immediately uses the momentum to roll into a slide to regain his footing and balance just before instinctually darting forwards for another attack, but stops himself abruptly, the soles of his bare feet skid across the stone floor to a hault only a few feet from [member="Darth Ferus"]

"My name is Rhaelor Vasilios."

He replies with a hesitant tone at first. Unsure where this was going as from his past experiences when a Sith Lord forms an opinion of someone it rarely changes.
His stance remained tense, like a rubber band wrapped too tightly and ready to snap at a moments notice.
"And I am NOT worthless.."

Rhaelor added, a hint of true defiance in his voice but the conviction was there, however slight.
Despite his quick tempered assault, the boys Aura was that of one who could still be swayed to either side of the force, but it was obvious this was not his first time tapping into the darkness, it had already begun its seduction long ago.

"Who are you, my Lord? You know more of the Jedi than I, but your power is obviously that of the Dark.. your sheer comfort in being in a place such as this proves it."

He asked and ascertained, motions to the Ancient walls surrounding them that seeped of corruption.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"I am Darth Ferus. Lord of Trials. My duty in this Empire is to weed out the weak and train the strong to proper Sith. For you, however, I see a different future." Slowly the elderman hobbled over, again favoring his cane. Whether an act or not the Lord seemed committed to the appearance. " Your desires I can feel. Power, strength. Perhaps I can show you how to take them for yourself. But in exchange you will do as I say, when I say. You will be a mutt at my side, a tool. But should you survive, perhaps you can become something great."

[member="Taergal"]

 

[Taergal]

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[Rhaelor Vasilios]

At first opened his mouth as if to protest, but stopped short and seemed to weigh the Ancients words carefully.

As long as you hold true to your word of allowing me to become more.. I will show you that I can

The Miraluka then lowered himself down to a knee before the Dark Lord

"I will do what must be done, as you command, my master.."

The words were spoken in the most serious tone Rhaelor had had since meeting the old one.
Rhaelor then slowly bowed his head to the Dark Lord, something he'd never thought he'd see himself do for anyone.


[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Good. First, we need to get you better situated. I can't have an apprentice that can't defend themselves properly." From beneath his robes the elder Sith brought forth the smooth cylinder of a lightsaber and tossed it to [member="Rhaelor Vasilios"] . "Do you know how to use that? If not, it's an easy thing to remedy. Turn it on, and we shall begin." He settled his hands to his sides again, watching, waiting. Training began now.

 

[Rhaelor Vasilios]

*Caught the hilt with ease, twirling it through his fingers before sending it into a spin in the palm of his hand*

It's surprisngly well balanced. But no Master I have only ever seen other Sith use them.. but I imagine it's like any other weapon, but to a much greater extent. But to answer your question my master, I can defend myself, even when my temper is in control

*Looked for a moment along the waist of his tattered trousers before hooking the hilt to a secure spit*

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Not exactly, but there are similarities." He smiled faintly as he nodded to [member="Rhaelor Vasilios"] . The lightsaber would serve him well for the moment at least, and for the task at hand. Then he would turn, waving a hand. "Your first lessons begin now. Follow me so we can get started." And with that he would leave the temple, heading back to the ship he took to get here in the first place.