A Second Steps Forward

[Vaulkhar]

"We are close to my ship. It's located in a hidden hangar that the One Sith set up before being forced away from the planet. We'll be gone soon enough."

Vaulkhar turned the corner of a street, striding down the new one in a moment of contemplation, his arms still behind his back with his hands clasped together. He hated Coruscant. He was glad he was about to leave it, but more so the man was glad he managed to find himself an apprentice. He released a sigh and rolled his eyes nonetheless, as his hatred for Coruscant was gnawing at him. Every so often he'd catch sight of a soldier or guard striding nearby, some watching him, others ignoring his existence entirely. As much as the Dark Side were hated by the Alliance, none of them were foolish enough to stop the son of Kaine Zambrano, a powerful dark side user in his own right.

The two eventually came up to a large warehouse that seemed closed down and abandoned. Vaulkhar nodded his head towards the door and pushed it open, striding into the dark room in silence.

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[Drogh]

Drogh didn't know why he was following this man, he could of ran off, yet he feared what he was capale of and dared not wish to test him, just yet atleast. Drogh simply followed, out of the unyielding fear he had for this man and desire not to be killed. As the doors were fliped open he saw the large gaping hole of darkness that had covered the old warehouse. Despite it being just a werehouse it had a horrbile feel and look to it, why was he so scared of a simple wearhouse? A place forgotton and did nothing more but store. Drogh feared what he would find, this was no normal quick dash in a ruined buidling to invade being seen, this was a dark scret laying some where in there, a place Drogh did not want to vist.

Drogh didn't want to leave, but he had no choice. He did not want to fall to the Sith ways, he had no love for the Sith and viewed that as backward and acient, there needed to be a new way to use the Dark Side, it should not be dictated to be used in a certain way, the force was the force and that was that. Yet Drogh wondered what his training would be like, what of the galaxy he would see. He knew what was beyound the endless urban bits of the underworld and the city-world, but he had not traveld that far from the Core.

Drogh feeling a cold shiver down his spin followed the man into the dark abyss of the werehouse.

 

[Vaulkhar]

"This warehouse is a hidden location where past Sith can land and remain while upon Coruscant. It is not impossible to get upon the ground, but considering the grasp of the Galactic Alliance, it is difficult."

Vaulkhar moved through the appearance of a broken down warehouse. Rotten wood and stone cluttered the large, open room, making the passage somewhat obnoxious to travel through. But the blind man moved through it in ease, circumventing larger masses of trash and easily stepping over or around anything that was within his passage. His training had made him as agile and skilled as he was, it was training he would not easily forget. His gaze moved further ahead as eventually a large, double door barred by durasteel stood across the remaining distance from them. He seemed to dance across the room as he moved much faster towards it.

As the two stepped up to the durasteel doorway, it seemed to open of it's own accord, along the two further into the dark warehouse. As they stepped in, small lights came to life around them, of various colors and hues. A ship seemed to come to life on it's own and Vaulkhar moved towards it.

"This is my ship. We will take it off world, towards Panatha. Home of the Epicanthix, my people, my empire. And I will train you there."

[member="Drogh"]

 

[Drogh]

Drog followed suit, making his way past the rubbish, he was like a snake covered in a shadow, following the man swiftly, yet a dread had swarmed over him, covering him like a blanket. He didn't want to be here, and he certainly didn't want to go to some backwater world far, far from the core. Yet what could Drough do? Fight, unlikely, perhaps he had a chance in those streets, but Drogh was far to much of a coward to expoit that chance. There was certainly no way he would get out of this now, his fate was sealed by some one else. Drogh had shuddered and hiesated to enter the ship, waiting for a second or two to finally make his way into the shuttle. Looking behind him, this place was a constant reminder of his dead parents but it was his home and for what it was worth he loved it here.


Drogh looked out behind him, seeing the last of his home for now atleast.[member="Vaulkhar"]

 

[Vaulkhar]

"So Drogh, are you ready to begin the journey? Your first steps to mastering the dark side."

Vaulkhar moved into the main deck of the ship as he stared out through the cockpit. His arms crossed over his chest and his empty gaze stared out at the Coruscant sky line as they moved upwards into the cosmos. One droid, an astromech, mained the cockpit as it piloted the ship on it's own. A protocol droid could be seen dusting various mechanics and shelves whilst the ship flew. And the third and final droid, an assassin droid, could be seen quite literally pacing back and forth, rubbing his rifle down with a small hand towel.

[member="Drogh"]

 

[Drogh]

Drogh would of said "no", yet he did dear not say that, Drogh didn't want to leave this broken city. It was a horrbile place to be sure, a terrbile place of broken men and droids alike. Wandereing the endless black streets with only flickering lights of businesses to guide us though the ever narrow alleyways, where dark eyes always lurk, to never see the sun set or rise, nor any stars to sparkle in the sky, just endless black with sythetic light. It was a hell Drogh hated, and there for he loved it. The raw smell of chemcials and spice feeling the heavy air untill you could berely breath, of yes that was his hell. Yet this place, a place he heard of, where evil truely lurks there. Who didn't know of Panath? If for no other reason then for who lives there, yes he knew well whom dwelt there. There Drogh would no longer be another shadow, out of the countless many in the streets, he feared there would be no streets just endless swamps of beasts he coundn't even prenouce.

He didn't want to go there, fear was clentching Drogh's soul firmer then ever before, he felt a feeling of dread run though his body as if a black smoke was going around in it, some chemcial reaction. Did he refuse? Perhaps, perhaps he could do many things. Yet this man didn't seem likely to kill him, just wantitng to train this lonely little shadow that happended to be caught at the wrong time. How he would wake up not in some dark place, but rather he feared lights would be shining on him. He would not longer be "Drogh" he would be an "apprentice" and this man here would be his "Master" those words felt heavy and thick like oil. Yet seeing no choice, Drogh said hiding his emotion under a cloak of nothingness, he said blankly. "Yes."
[member="Vaulkhar"]