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[Droid Training]

Standing within the cockpit, Ballen-Ist would examine the planet that was dead ahead, it's poisonous surface glowing with an ominous shine. The waste covered planet of Raxus Prime, in the Raxus system, was where the Lambda class Imperial shuttle had charted a course for. Entering the atmosphere, the screech of the shuttle would be audible to anything in the area, assuming it was alive. Six living beings would be detected on whoever's sensors, as the shuttle got closer to the surface, scoping out a safe place to land.

Ahead was a large flat section of a platform, being just big enough for the shuttle to land. The ship would touch down with a thud, it's exit ramp opening as the air tight lock disengaged. Steam would hiss down at the young boy as he walked down the ramp, the four storm troopers already having made their way outside. Gazing far off into the distance, the Sith would spot the large tower, it's height reaching quite high up. "Let's move." He spoke, breaking into a sprint across the deadly planet. This travelling would be training as well basically, the planet posing a rather true threat. However, eventually the group made it to the tower, standing at it's entrance. "...Hello?" The pure blood would question, looking upwards.
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S.A.P.T.D had already seen a shuttle far in the distance, his sensors alerting him to it. But he did not shoot him down. Any threat would be destroyed by his army if it where to land and turn out to be so. He saw figures walking towards his tower. A red-skinned being, a pure-blooded sith maybe, and storm-troopers behind him. Imperials? What did they want? S.A.P.T.D indeed questioned this. More often than not, the droid would stay away from the Empire, neither side liking each other all that much. Also more commonly, imperials tended to visit planets just to give it's inhabitants a warning of their invasion. So, with reason, S.A.P.T.D was weary. He sent to Bulk Droids down to greet them, telling them to wait until he arrived.​
His arrival came shortly, his pace steady and careful, mechanical legs creaking all the while. He came face-to-face with the three figures, saying nothing, but bowing, expecting him to be here for the training.​
[member="Ballen-Ist"]​
 
"I caught wind of your transmission, cyborg." The pure blood would say, looking over the heavily cybernetic man. Was he even sentient? "You are the one that offered training, via battle droids?" Asked the young red skinned boy, his facial features being rather youthful. There were no such things as battle scars visible upon the boy, seeing as the rest of his body was covered in a thick black garment. It hung around his body as a cloak, obscuring the armor that he wore beneath. The four stormtroopers he travelled with would jump back as the door opened, seeming rather nervous. They hadn't known what to expect, and [member="S.A.P.T.D"] was quite the sight.
 
The Droid's eye would twitch at being called a Cyborg, though he would remain silent. It was true, he was a cyborg, but he considered himself a droid, and would rather be dubbed as so. That, and there where now more mechanics in his body than there where parts of his actual body. His humanity had vanished long ago. But, his hunch was proven, the sith was here for his training. Well, it would not only be a test for him, but also for his recently acquired troops. He had managed to buy them, and wanted to test their efficiency. However, he most probably would not get away with killing someone important, so the fight was to be non-lethal.​
Finally, S.A.P.T.D spoke with an old, rusted and deep male voice, almost blurred by a metallic sound. His hand pointed to another flat ring-shaped arena near his tower. "That is where we must go." He started walking, expecting them to follow him.​
[member="Ballen-Ist"]​
 
A grin would spread itself across the boy's face, as he watched the cyborg's eye twitch upon being called so. It was amusing to witness his annoyance, probably brought on by memories of his past life. Perhaps he didn't even remember. Nodding quickly, his arm would lift, waving to the four stormtroopers that had backed up dramatically. Rookies. Striding along with the saber droid, he would remain silent, his black cloak waving in the breeze as they walked together. The clanking of the soldier's armor would be rather loud as they marched, following behind the Acolyte promptly. "Nice place you got here." He spoke, looking at their surroundings, a sarcastic tone to his comment.
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He easily noticed the sarcastic tone in the man's voice, but chose to ignore it. He knew that, in the eyes of others, his home was nothing more than a tall pile of metal and scrap, filled with droids. But to him, it was more than that. Anyhow, he would walk for a moment, before reaching the circular arena, clicking his metallic fingers to bring forth two Bulk Droids forward, the first test for this man. They activated, pulling out their blaster poles in a combat stance.
 
"I was hoping for something more challenging, like blaster fire. I need to work on my technique." He spoke to teh cyborg, eyeing him from the edge of his vision. The two would walk in relative silence, seeing as [member="S.A.P.T.D"] did not seem to like the young boy. It did not matter to him, all that mattered was his training. Stepping forward, Ballenist would enter the circular ring, watching as the two large bulk droids made their way forward, brandishing some sort of combat pole. It seemed he would engage in melee, even if he didn't want to. It didn't matter, for with a raise of his hand the black metallic handle at his belt would spring into life, floating right into hand. After harnessing the force with little to no difficulty, he would turn to the droids, his finger sliding across the activation switch that had been created on his lightsaber's handle. The crimson colored beam would ignite, casting a red glow of light across the arena.

"Come, then!" He spoke, giving the droids a verbal command.
 
Seeing as his foe was ready for combat, taking out his laser sword as S.A.P.T.D referred to them as, he snapped his fingers, making the droids circle him, thrusting their poles forward. However, they were not in range for melee combat, so their poles shot out electric blasts at their foe, which would deal quite a bit of damage if they hit. After shooting, they moved around some more, as to not get hit if the blast was reflected back to them, something which lightsaber wielders often did.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]
 
The two massive Bulk droids that had advanced on Ballen-Ist stopped suddenly, lifting their large poles to point straight at him. He had thought that for a moment the cyborg would deny him of his blaster training, however it seemed these droids shot projectiles. The bright glow of the powerful electricity would become apparent as it shot forward in two streams, heading directly for the young Sith Knight. The bright flashes alerted the boy of it's presence, urging his free hand to quickly lower to his waist. Brushing his dark cloak out of the way, the pure blooded Sith would reveal the long sheathe of his sword, his fingers wrapping around it to pull it from it's holster. With a slight tug, the blade would become free, shimmering into existence with a blinding light to match that of the electricity fired at him.

It appeared that the sword was already surrounded in electricity, looking like lightning running up and down it's long length. Spinning on the ball of his heels, the boy's cloak would flap in the wind as his wrist twisted, allowing his blade to rotate through the air and impact with the streams of electricity. The bolts would create sparks as they clashed with the force created sword, however they would disappear into it's essence, becoming absorbed within it. "Thanks, I've been waiting to do that." The boy would speak, a grin on his face as his legs bent at the knees, quickly propelling himself into a jump. Ballen-Ist's dark form would shoot through the rancid air, his jump leading him to slam his boots onto the top surface of the bulk droid. As he landed, the other turned to look at him, watching as the crackling blade of lightning stabbed down into it's comrade's metallic material. As it made contact with the droid's innards, an explosion of electricity would be released within it, triggered by the force absorbed electricity.

Pulling his blade from the hopefully deactivated droid, Ballen-Ist would land swiftly with a clack in his step, turning to face his second large opponent. What would it do?
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