Brothers for Eternity(Nightbrothers only)

[Toxarien]

Toxarien stood alone in an empty training room in the Nightbrother fortress, holding his wooden staff at the ready. He was waiting for Mevos to come and practice his bo staff and martial arts with him. As chieftan of the Nightbrothers Toxarien took the training of all his best warriors into own hands. He took a special interest in Mevos because of his great skill in the dark side of the foce. He went through the basic motions of his own martial arts style. He sighed impatiently, wondering when his new prodigy would arrive.

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[happymirilian]

Mevos entered the training room, exhausted from a long day of training drills and exercises, but now it was time for his favorite time of the day, when he got to train with the Chieftain! He walked to the rack of bo staffs and grabbed one of considerable length. He then walked to the Chieftain, ready for a good training session.
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[Toxarien]

Toxarien watched as the smaller Nightbrother grab a Bo staff off the rack and jog over to him. "Not today. He said, gesturing at his pupil's staff. Today we will learn the ways of the force, and of the Magik of the spirit realm." He said, pulling off his hate to summon pure spirit essence, turning it into powerful red lightning, so intense that the air in the entire room heated up to crackling intensity. The smell of ozone filled the air as he formed the lightning into an orb of pure spirit and dark side energy. "Pull on your hate, your fear, your pain, and transform it into power, create your own power!" He said lifting the orb into the air above them, his yellow eyes glowing.

 

[happymirilian]

Mevos watched in awe as the Cheiftain showed him the full extent of dark side power. He then asked the Chieftain what we would be doing with the force today. "What techniques? What spiritual tasks will we bring to the table?"
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[Toxarien]

Toxarien smiled as he watched Mevos gape at the spectacle he had created with the force. He reached out his hand and the orb returned to the palm of his hand, and then he closed his fist and the orb disappeared. "Today we will learn how to draw upon the dark side and the spirit realm simultaneously, creating force lightning, to destroy our enemies with the very manifestation of the dark side itself!" He said, raising his voice. He let his anger fuel his power and released a deadly volley of red lightning at a nearby dummy, hitting it so powerfully that it flew backward across the room, slamming into the wall.


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[happymirilian]

Mevos was getting more excited as the anticipation of learning how to execute force lightning grew. The thought of being able to, some day, throw a dummy across the training floor was so exciting and unbearable. He smiled and waited for the Chieftain to continue with the explanation.
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[Toxarien]

"Pull the power of the Fanged God from within you, grasp deep inside yourself, and turn your inner passions into power, use that power to pull energy from the spirit realm and use that energy to fuel the dark side!" He yelled, blasting yet another dummy into the back wall with the red spirit lightning. He waited for Mevos to react.

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[happymirilian]

Mevos shuddered at the loud thud of the of the dummy hitting the wall. He started to dig deep inside of himself and find his innermost emotions, passion, anger, to fuel his lightning. Of course, for the first time he tried the technique, a little spark came out from his very fingertips. But after 2-3 goes at it, a white hot form of "full" dark side power came from his fingertips and blasted the dummy in front of him, but all it did was simply knock it down.
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[Toxarien]

"Good, good." Toxarien growled. "But you are not realizing your full potential! You must pull on the wild, vicious aggression of the Fanged God!" He yelled, creating a tempest of force lightning and ripping winds, he glared down at his student, rising slowly into the air. "Well, go on then, fell the power of the force!" He roared out over the crackling lightning and ripping winds.

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[happymirilian]

Mevos then dug deep inside of himself. He had never experienced such an immense connection with the dark side of the force. He then unlocked his connection with the Fanged God and pulled all of his energy and passion and anger into a big ball of force that then exited as force lightning and struck the target in front of him, sending it charred and flying.
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[Toxarien]

"Excellent!" Toxarien yelled. Suddenly he turned and exited the room, and then the fortress. He made a motion for Mevos to follow him as he marched through the wilderness, only stopping when they were deep in the wild, on the bank of a great river.
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[happymirilian]

"Why have you taken me here, Chieftain?", Mevos asked inquisitively.
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[Toxarien]

"So that you may fully get in touch with the power of the Fanged God and the Winged Goddess." Toxarien replied calmly. "To truly understand the power of the spirits of Dathomir, you must be one with them. You must live and die with them, kill them, feel them kill each other, and control them." He put his arm around the other Zabrak's shoulder "That is why you are hear, you must follow them, when you are sent on your path, after I throw you in this river, then you must survive and return to the temple, only then will I think you are worthy of learning the path of the Fanged God." He said, using the force to send Mevos hurtling violently into the river. Toxarien turned and began the long trek back to the fortress.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Having journeyed to Dathomir, Ballen-Ist would make his way through the plentiful bell-like forest of the planet. The strange plant life was a large distraction for the boy, it's aspects and affects on the environment piquing his curiosity even more. Though, trees and the like were not what guided him here, it was a powerful force signature that he had sensed when passing the massive planet. Dathomir itself literally reeked of dark magic and the likes, it having been the source for many sorcerer's powers in the past. The Lambda class Imperial shuttle would soar through space, approaching the planet's atmosphere within seconds. It's loud, iconic screech would become apparent as it flew through the sky, passing right over the duo that stood near the large river. Surveying the area, the young Sith pure blood would keep a keen eye out for flat land, lifting his hand to point it out to the pilot. "There." His youthful voice spoke, prompting the commandant to land.

The gray colored shuttle would begin it's descent, quickly lowering it's altitude in order to make an appropriate landing. The ship would come to a brief hover, it's form becoming covered in the thick forest as it touched down. Turning on his heel, the teenager would make his exit, leaving the cockpit to enter the main room. The storm troopers that had accompanied him on this journey would quickly rise from their seats, turning to the loading ramp as it opened. The thin but strong metallic material would lower, allowing Ballen-Ist to exit the space craft as it's air tight lock disengaged, spraying a thick mist from the shuttle's underbelly. Behind him, ten soldiers would follow, marching behind him as he made his way through the forest. The boy himself was rather confident in his abilities, having felt the raw dark side energy leaking off of the mysterious individual. However it lacked refinement, something Ballen-Ist possessed. The soldiers would keep on guard, watching for any dangerous wildlife as they trekked through the unknown. Eventually the group would arrive at the river side, examining the duo that were apparently training.
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[Toxarien]

As Toxarien turned to leave he sensed something in the force. He sensed the arrival of a new being on the planet, one who seemed inherently strong in the dark side of the force. Not only that, but the other being was approaching his position. He turned as a group of stormtroopers marched out of the forest, lead by a young Sith pure blood. Instinctively, Toxarien activated his lightsaber, summoning the power of the force, preparing if combat were to come. "Who are you." He asked pointedly, glaring at the young Sith.

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[happymirilian]

Mevos, after traveling a while down the river, grabbed a fallen tree branch and hoisted himself up onto the moist river bank. He was outraged at the chieftain for making him survive in the deadly forests of Dathomir, so he decided to go back. After about 15 minutes of traveling, he came upon the Chieftain confronting a young Sith pure-blood.
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[Toxarien]

Toxarien glanced over at Mevos as he walked in on him and the Sith pure-blood, whose troops were beginning to look nervous. He repeated his earlier question, but raised his voice. "Who are you?" He repeated, taking a step closer, and glancing meaningfully at Mevos to draw his weapon.

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[Ballen-Ist]

"Lower your tone, unless you intend on dying right now." The youthful boy would spit venomously, becoming rather annoyed at the disgusting half breed's insolence. The storm troopers that were positioned behind the boy had already raised their weapons, five pointing at [member="Toxarien"] while the other barrels aimed towards Mevos who was further away. The young boy's cloak would billow in the wind as it rolled in, revealing three weapons that hung from his waist. A sheathed blade, and two shining saber handles. Ballen-Ist's mind could sense the hostility leaking off the Sith that stood in front of him, even though it was rather obvious either way. He had drawn his own blade, after all. With brief concentration, a strong barrier would be erected around the boy's form, allowing him protection from force based attacks that might've been tossed his way.
"I suggest you deactivate your saber."
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[Toxarien]

Toxarien snarled, blasting the troopers with red force lightning, sending them flying backwards. "It is two against one, and your troops won't be very helpful." He said, nodding at the smoking bodies. He did, however, deactivate his lightsaber, and take on a less aggressive tone. "What do you want, and who are you?" He said.
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[Ballen-Ist]

Acting quickly, the boy's arm would shoot downwards to his waist. His black gloved hand would wrap around the handle of his sword, that had remained sheathed until this point. Pulling upwards, the blade would become visible, it's long sharp material glowing a strange blue as electricity crackled up and down it continuously. There had been no channeling of lightning displayed by Ballen-Ist, for he did not even know the technique itself. However, the blue bolts of energy that shot up and down the swords length would remain as it moved through the air, along with the teen's body. Positioning himself at the center of the red tendrils, his arm would extend, aiming to absorb the lightning before it obliterated his soldiers. However, five of them would be unlucky, getting burnt to a crisp by the strangely colored technique. The rest of the energy the half-breed had expelled would flow into the sword's material, fusing itself with the force aura that surrounded it already. The once blue lightning that had danced up and down the blade shone a brilliant purple, as it lowered to the boy's side slowly.

"How dare you..." He spoke, taking a brief glance at the corpses that were strewn about behind him. The boy's teeth would grit in anger as he turned his attention back to [member="Toxarien"], and his padawan. Lifting an arm once more, Ballen-Ist's hand would unclench as it aimed at Mevos' position. The Keldor was quite a distance away, however it meant nothing to Ballen-Ist's advanced telekinesis abilities. The force energy that surrounded the trio omnisciently would begin to concentrate on the man's position, flowing across the river like a stream in it's own manner, aiming to grasp tightly around the man's throat in a powerful force choke. The fingers that had remained unclenched so far would slowly begin to retract, closing in on his open palm in order to tighten the grip he had formed. "Why shouldn't I kill him right now?!" The youth would scream in fury, having not even done anything hostile in the first place. He had simply observed, and now his group was being assailed?