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Creating a memory.

Lord Depravious slowly walked along the training grounds. The walls slowly whispered to his presence, the shadows shifted around his body as he slowly walked through the corridors. Thud... Thud... Thud... Ching... Ching... Ching.. The sounds of his boots resonated through out the halls as the power of the force was taken aback by his very presence in a place. He was here for one reason and one reason only. To find those that would listen to him, that would train with him, and that he could possibly one day call his brother. Lord Depravious was a very picky man - any whom he thought could not uphold the title of his family, of his dynasty that he had worked so hard and so long to create would be thrown to the wolves. Any who succeeded and that would be very few - would be of the elite of the order. They would be feared wherever they went, and more importantly they would be loved.

He slowly ran his hand along the walls of the temple of which he walked. The sand runes running along his fingers slowly scraping at the cloth which ran over his fingertips. He had his eyes closed as he walked through the order; he had no need for vision with his eyes he could feel every living being in that temple. Every single line on the wall reminded him of his own home world upon Eisalai which was now destroyed by those of whom he had called brother.

He slowly walked into the training dojo and his eyes finally opened. The crimson orbs were as if a river of blood flowed through his pupils into his eyeballs - and that predatory gaze fixated upon the floor as he took another step forward. His power was immense and any of those around him could feel it.

He was here to take an apprentice; however, this apprentice did not have to be an "acolyte" any and all of those who were willing to become apart of something greater would take part in learning the Dark Arts of what it used to take to be a Sith. Of what it truly meant to be a Sith.
 
[member="Lord Depravious"]
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Sweat flowed freely from Tripp's body as he brought a savage kick down on the outstretched leg of the twi'lek in front of him. The resulting shriek of pain combined with a *crack* that echoed through the dojo caused more than a few winces from those watching. Behind him, the last of his five sparring partners still standing turned as they all felt a power enter that was far beyond any of theirs.

Smirking, he spun, kicking out and flooring his opponent, who cried out as the pain of his dislocated jaw overrode his curiosity at the dark power that was suddenly present. Taking an offered towel, the barechested male finally turned his attention to what they had all felt.

There were a few Sith Lords who frequented the Academy, but this one was different. Tall, radiating the kind of fear and power that made the Jedi fear them. He could see a pair of piercing eyes under a hood, and that more than anything caused Tripp to match the bow that everyone else had begun to make.

"My Lord, welcome to the dojo."
 
Lord Depravious's eyes glanced around the room to everyone that bowed to him. He bowed back to them with an equal amount of respect. To those who gave him respect, they received it. For that was honorable - and even among the Sith he would soon teach them that to be perfect - not the perfect sith, but the perfect being - you must have nobility and honor in everything you do even in the maliciousness of killing.

He took note of the boy standing in the middle who seemed to be the last to bow, but the first to speak. How interesting, most were too afraid to even speak around him except for that brat of a boy Mikhail Shorn, no matter though. His mind was in the here and now. He peered down to the boy that was now bowing to him after he arose from his deep and respectful bow.

His voice created tremors through-out the room as if he was a god speaking to insects. "Tell me, what is it you wish to become boy? Answer carefully, and perhaps I can make that dream a reality for you. But only if your answer is correct."

Lord Depravious was testing the boy, to see exactly how he would react to the situation, not only that but he was also seeing if they were compatible. The man was very selective, very picky he would not take on any that would possibly one day become one of his own, one of what he considered family without having first the distinct possibility of becoming something magnificent in whatever it was they wished to do - and also they must have that passion, the drive that he sought for - for so long.

[member="Tripp Varan"]
 
Harley arrived late to [member="Lord Depravious"] class, she was still recovering from knight Engels lessons. She had been hit by lighting a few times there, as well burnt by his saber. She had learned a little though, mainly she could now feel the force and talk to it. Like others force sensitives do, though she was still learning to manipulate it. She hoped for another lesson in ataru, and force movement. She liked the idea of bouncing around while trying to force an opening her opponent.

As she entered the dojo, she gave a slight bow. It was still something that she unaccustomed to doing, though she did it nonetheless even if it did feel weird. Then again she was a two bit gangster till the sith took coruscant, so she had lot to learn. She then sat down crossed legged, and waited for the lord to speak to her.
 
Lord Depravious was intrigued by the new comer. She had an awkwardness about her but a lot of promise. His predatory gaze fixated upon her when she walked in - even before she bowed he bowed down to her bending his back in a deep and respectful way. When she sat his eyes still fixated upon her and until she was filled cross legged he watched.

Once she was fully in position he stared around to the rest in the room. These would be the two he would test first. These two showed moderate promise and a willingness to learn from him, to learn to be something more than just "Sith." The girl seemingly would take a bit more work as she had grown up in the streets and was a mere criminal before this; however, even lambs can sometimes rise to become lions. If they followed every single word, that was just what they would become.. Lions.

"I am Lord Depravious." His voice was crisp, and cold as if when he spoke the very hearts of animals froze over.

"The girl who just walked in, and the boy whom I was speaking with will stay.. The rest of you will leave this dojo."

And with that all of those who were inside of the dojo except for Harley and Tripp left each bowing down to the Lord as they left, and he himself bowed to them as well. Each acolyte or apprentice or knight that left signified someone who had failed a test in Lord Depravious's opinion; however, that would be for another time for now he had to focus on the two in front of him.

"Greetings." His voice was deep and low, and his eyes flickered as he spoke. The fur of his robes carefully caressed his neck as he turned his head to each of them.

"What does it mean to be a warrior?"

His question was quick and to the point but it meant something. They would soon come to find out that not a single word escaped Lord Depravious' mouth without meaning. Their answer would determine their fate for the future, however, so they should answer carefully.

[member="Tripp Varan"] [member="Harley"]
 
Harley stood up and walked towards, [member="Lord Depravious"] and the boy. She thought about the question as she walked towards them. As she finally got there, she figured on answer and glanced at the boy. Then harley answered first, To fight for the right, to do as you please. That is after all she could see the sith have done, they fought off one big gang namly the republic. Then they do as they please on that planet, take alderaan for instance, they vong formed it to please there vong warriors.
 
Lord Depravious looked at the girl. Everything about this man was eloquent even down to the breaths that he took. Everything was crisp, calculated but yet there was a level of emotion behind his eyes that even those not trained to see it could see and notice. As the girl spoke he listened intently on what she had to say. She was quite untrained and would definitely be a handful; however, she would in time make a great warrior. Not what she called a warrior but a true warrior of heart in whatever she sought to do. She could be a weapon, she simply needed to be aimed correctly.

"Incorrect."

Even the mans statements were cold and crisp. His gaze averted to the boy now of whom he had hoped would come up with a different answer. And it wasn't that he thought her answer was bad, she was simply misguided by the rest of these 'Sith' who had thought themselves something great. There was a reason that their empire was now as small as it had ever been, and there was a reason that the only Sith Lords who dared to stand against this man were those of whom were "exiles" or not apart of the Sith Empire. These cowards feared the other factions in Lord Depravious' eyes and he would soon change that - worlds would be left lifeless and the countless infighting and betrayal would stop. Some Sith would disagree with those ideals, but they were ideals that Lord Depravious lived by and he would cut anyone down that stood in his way.

The mans eyes slowly began to narrow upon the boy as Lord Depravious awaited his answer - he knew that this may take some time to possibly think of an answer so he gave the boy a moment.

Think carefully [member="Tripp Varan"].

[member="Harley"]
 

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