Company Required

[Matreya]

Standing with folded arms, midst the shadows of the James Tower, Damien glared at the pedestrians as they moved. His power flared gently, angry at nothing and everything. Each couple that passed, or group of individuals, led Damien to feel another burst.

Why did being alone infuriate him so...

Snarling silently, Damien turned and moved through the sliding doors towards the elevator. Itching the back of his hand, Daemos gasped at the iritated flesh. Upon the rear of said appendage, in the form of a brand, came an ancient symbol of alchemy: the Sith word for 'Air'.

Having recently witnessed the battle on Malachor V, Daemos had realized the potential for controlling the elements. While the words of the Sith were once spoken to control the Force, some now used them to bind alchemical abilities to their forms. This was one such example.

The symbol wouldn't amplify his power, or anything similar, but it would help conjure the winds that much quicker while offering a better use of control. Of the elements, his control of the Air - his form of Telekinesis - was best. Utilizing such, he believed he may be capable of flight soon. He had once succeeded in moving a humongous tank, flipping it into the air with a tremendous gust, but it had taken a lot. With aid, and just a bit more experience, it was likely he could. And though it was the most irritated, it was also not the only one, on his opposite hand against his palm was the symbol for 'Fire'.

Reaching the window within his office, Daemos stared at the suns as they set.

He needed a student...

[member="Soulfire Ticon"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="D-Man"]

Soulfire was a hungry spirit. He had always dreamed of great power and as he grew older and was indoctrinated into the blazing chains his lust had grown. The Dark Jedi pirates had taught him many things about the force, but in the end he had drifted away, training incomplete.

But something in the force stirred his lust, calling out to him in his dreams. And now here he stood in crowded street. A lone white robed figure, six pistols strapped to his body in alternating places, black eyes drinking in the details. The air reeked of piss and the many vendor stalls. The ground was cold, and cool breeze flowed through the crowd, filling his nostrils with another smell...

Fear. And it invigorated him. Moving ever so slowly through the crowd he reached out with the force and then caught another sensation. A sensation he had felt in his dreams. Flares of anger, like great waves that washed over im. He followed the source, like beacon of darkness, and found himself at the base of a strange tower....

"Hey simpleton, move along." One of the guards said.

Soulfire just smiled.

"Let me pass whelp, or I'll paint these here streets with your blood."

 

[Matreya]

For a moment, the Force whispered of a strange, yet potent, power that approached. Closing his eyes, to listen to the song, he let a small glimmer of a smile touch the corner of his lips...

Spinning swift enough to yank his ever present coat high into the air, he shot through halls, around corners, and into the elevator so quickly that those few untrained Force Users nearby wouldn't even be able to keep up with him. Feeling the elevator taking way to long, Daemos reached a hand out, and closed his palm. With this action, so to did the force grip, but at something rather than nothing - the pulley system controlling his platform.

Jerking his hand down, shot the elevator to spectacular speeds, nearly causing it to crash to the ground, but he managed to avoid such a catastrophe. There, across the lobby and through the doors, he could see a guard - Mr Saynor if he was correct - bullying a youngling. Said youngling began to emanate power, a sign of anger.

Moving close enough to part the sliding doors, and stand in the center, Damien called out, "Never let a man push you around. If he does...

"Kill him." The last of the words, rang the loudest. Behind these words came a slight push from that ever present energy, in the form of a Mind Trick. It wouldnt likely cause an overt reaction, more like a gentle nudge to cause the boys anger to get the best of him.

Damien wanted to see what he could do.

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[RC 212]

[member="D-Man"]

Soulfire felt the mans touch as he emerged. A type of influencing of dark energy. Inside him something stirred, and he raised his hand ever so slightly, testing the guard. Of course the guard already knowing what was to come raised his rifle. In that instant Soulfire snapped, submerging full fledged into a recessed pool of darkness. Memories of torture and hazing aboard the Blackshackle fleet from his old Blazing Chains days came to the fore, fueling his force rage.

Time seemed to slow as both hands drew two slughthrower pistols each. They rose to the mans chest and snarl blossomed across Soulfires face as he let six rounds each riddle the man. The guard stumbled back, slugs exploding through flesh, ripping into him.

But Soulfire was not satisfied. It was too easy to kill with pistols. He needed another outlet. And it came in the form of his black hilted saber as it flew from its chest sheath into his hand and the pistols dropped to the dust. The blade sprang to life, yellow and savage. With a precise strike he stepped forward and swept the hungry saber down the mans torso, splitting him from head to crotch.

The crowd screamed and began to flee in every direction. Soulfire stood his ground at a low guard, feeding off the fear. The animal inside him urged him to turn, to strike down the fleeing citizens, to feed.

But he stood, looking the strange force user square in the eye, waiting to see ow he would react....

 

[Matreya]

Such incredible blood lust, the man could have been happy with simply killing the man, but no he devastated his form twice. For the first time in many months, a genuine smile spread across Damien's face - despite how dark and foreboding it was. Gesturing for the man to follow, Damien led him through the doors and into the rear of the building towards the aforementioned elevator. Once inside, he would once more begin the ascent to his office.

"What's your name boy?" Came Daemos' voice, rough and commanding, but unoffensive. If he was to do as he sought to, and train the lad, then he would need to know whom his new student was. He appeared a pirate of some kind, not unknown to the self proclaimed Pirate as well. Hell, during his second millennia, he spent its entirety pillaging as he please, no real pirate went unnoticed by himself.

Luckily, in his recent years he had found smuggling to be easier. But again, that didnt denote his personal feelings towards those that took what they pleased.

When the doors parted, he gestured inside towards an awaiting chair - throne being a better term considering the emeralds and rubies embedded within its frame. Sitting opposite him behind the lush desk, he stared at the young man, "You bear a certain darkness within you..." It wasnt a question, obviously, nor did he likely realize he said it outloud.


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[RC 212]

[member="D-Man"]

Soulfire stepped towards the desk and crossed his arms. Black orbs glared down at the man, assessing him, and studying him. He could sense the other mans power. It was like a light at the end of a dark tunnel. The power had drawn him here.

"I am Soulfire Ticon. I seek power, real palpable power, that I may do as I design."

 

[Matreya]

Damien swelled at the mans arrogance and bluntness. He liked him already.

"Gather your things from wherever you stay. Your under my tutelage now, and we are going to begin with a mission likely to kill us both." Damien offered a jovial smile, but was entirely serious.

(You wanted experience, so im tagging you in my new mission. Were artifact hunting. Trust me, you'll wanna participate a lot.)

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