Finding a sith...

[Ronen Jerik]

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Ronen was on his first travel on commenor, he had trained with his master Veiere, and wanted to seek out a sith, to see for himself. He scoured the land for a sith, but was too foolish to go for a group of sith, as the planet was ruled by The one sith. He was scared, terrified even, but he had to find a sith, he may not even fight one. But he had to sense one, for when he was strong enough to battle one.

If he had to battle one.

He sat on a bench, depressed at his failure.

"How long is this gonna take me..." He was suprised at the lack of sith apprentices on the planet, but he had to find one, at whatever the cost.

 

[Rys'sya]

She'd not been planet-side for too long, having only recently branched off from the complement she'd landed with. She was never really one to sully herself with combat, but one does what one must for the One Sith. She knew the area she approached was nearly vacant, no life-signs showing up in her sight.

That is, until he came into range. Or rather, her towards him. She sensed the young one. A few years her junior, and given his emotional and mental posturing, less experienced.... Or at least, not as skilled at presenting oneself as more capable than one truly was. She was Sith, so she was taught early to show now weakness, to always show a front of power and confidence.

Showing said training, she approached the youth, whom she quickly ascertained was Miralukan, like herself. "Well now, little brother. Why do you cry?" She'd inquire as she came within earshot of the lad. "And why are you so far out, all alone? Do you not know it is dangerous out here?"

A playful, but dangerous, smile cut across her pretty face. Sadly, the younger Miraluka would not be able to appreciate such aesthetics, though he could feel her pleasure, almost akin to a cat finding a trapped mouse to play with. "Where is your Master, youngling?" She asked with feigned concern.

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He looked up to the mysterious woman who stood before him, she was older, she was definetly a force user, but he couldn't tell whether she was a jedi or a sith. She seemed nice, she even recognized him as a Miraluka.

"Hello, i am a student of Veiere Arnais, jedi Knight, you seem to be a user of the force.. From whom do you hail?"

He had to be cautious, if he got into a fight, he has but a staff, no saber, luckily he had practiced 7 months in the first art of saber combat, so he stayed calm.




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[Rys'sya]

She pursed her lips in thought, before giving a slight shake of her head. "No, that is not a Jedi I am familiar with." she'd state, before giving a soft chuckle. "As for where or whom do I hail, it seems you still need some training in your perception of the Force." She'd muse, observing the soft, gentle glow of his Force Signature. The coloration was not so much a factor, but more the lack of brutality in his aura that marked him as a lightsider.

She concentrated, willing her Presence to become bolder. Her own aura would appear to the youth as a calm, structured, yet horrifying mass before the youth. She was quite obviously a darksider. She smirked, as she would prod his aura with her own, feeling for weaknesses in his mental bastion. She was curious, could he keep her out of his mind? Out of his fears, his hopes, his dreams? Could he keep her away from the strongest weapons she could have against him? It would take a little time to tell.

This was training to her. She needed to experience what it was like interacting with a Jedi, even a Padawan. She had broken the minds of already weaken captives, slaves and the like. But a trained, even if lightly, Jedi? That is a different thing all together.

"I, am Sith, young one. But fear not. I come not to hurt or harm you. I wish to learn of you, maybe even from you, and perhaps even educate you some, if given the right opportunity." Yes, she hoped to teach him alright. Perhaps about the flawed teachings of the Jedi, and hopefully redeem this young one over to the Sith.

A lofty ambition? Yes. But an endeavor worth trying for.

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"I do not wish to converse or learn from people with such twisted senses of justice" He kept his guard, he knew she was trying to make his inexperience his disadvantage, but he wouldn't so easily. "You seem to be experienced in the ways of the force, But i do not wish to hear you"

He sat on the ground, and started to meditate, ignoring her as much as he could, while focusing his jedi powers into his body. He knew he had to concentrate if she decided to make a move on him, but he was curious all the same.

"I will become a Jedi master, and i won't let a learner of such a twisted art stop that dream"

He took the wraps off his eyes, to reveal a massive scar, still brutal to look at.

"I wont let a sith get near my beliefs ever again."

 

[Rys'sya]

"And what beliefs are those, young Master-to-be?" She inquired, a thin layer of mockery coating her honey-like words. She took no note of his scar, being physically blind herself, as she walked about him, still applying gentle pressures through the Force. She nudged here, tugged there, finding small, potential openings in his mental bastion. She'd wriggle a tendril through to his surface thoughts, drawing out the image of his Master, or at least, an 'image' as a Miraluka 'sees' it. "Do those beliefs mirror your masters? Or are they your own? Where are you coming from with those thoughts?" She prodded further.

She sensed, or rather, didn't sense, the presence of a lightsaber. "And, you are unarmed? Poor dear. What kind of master sends a child out into such a dangerous space without adequate protection!" She'd inquire, a delicate hand covering her mouth in dismay. "That simply wouldn't do.... Not at all." She'd nudge again for more surface thoughts. He was meditating, concentrating. Ah, there it is, the 'precious' Jedi Code. She thought to herself, smirking. She continued to pry. "So, child, what has your master taught you? That all Sith are scary monsters, out to devour your soul?" she inquired, still circling the youth, observing carefully.

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"No... I learnt that on my own, when they killed my family..." Ronen gave sent his own force sense towards her, with suprising power. He searched through her force signature, feeling hate, envy, cocky-ness, and her weak body.

"I may have no Lightsaber, but the force will guide me" He focused further, his connection with the force strengthening.

"To see a sith apprentice like yourself cut down my family like animals... to hear their screams... their agony... That tells me enough about those 'Scart Monsters' You seem to mock me, but i am a proud Jedi in training, and you should have more respect for a fellow force wielder!"


He stood up, and pushed out his robe, to grab a small staff, like a lightsaber with no saber, he had but a metal pole.

"This is my lightsaber, and it is me, and i am it"

 

[Rys'sya]

She shook her head, as she extended her hands apart. Her lightsaber lazily drifted from her hip to her right hand. "I will not lie, that is monstrous. And while you may view me as one as well, I assure you, I am nothing like those who stole your family from you."

Her circle around the boy grew, keeping a relative safe distance between herself and her quarry. "Killing.... killing is easy. Any weak willed creature can take a life. No, there is greater strength in the preservation of life. All have value, just few have guidance."

Her saber remained unignited. She observed the youth, pensive, and aware. She was preparing to react defensively if he so chose to attack. "I do not condone the needless killing of innocents. Just because one is strong and capable of doing a thing, does not mean that it should be done."

"So, I must ask you, young padawan.... hearing all of this, assuming, if you will, that I speak truthfully..... am I truly a monster?"

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Ronen slowly put his staff back into his robe and hid it away, He had realised he had made too many generalisations, and should of thought more before jumping to such quick conclusions.
"You are no monster... But you walk a different path"

He sat and began to meditate once more.

"You seem to be nic- not as bad as the other sith i have met.. i would like to listen to what you have to say"

He gestured her to put her saber away.





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[Rys'sya]

The saber-hilt lazily floated back to it's home at her hip, as she continued to walk, idly circling the youth. It was an unconscious power-play, one that was instilled into the Sith from years of similar treatments from those who taught and helped to mold her. She contemplated her next words carefully before speaking again. "You are somewhat correct, about us walking different paths." she started, "But, while some of my compatriots are violent, or even blood thirsty, I do not believe that they are truly what it means to be Sith."

Pausing in her stride, she placed a delicate had upon her chin, considering how to explain herself. "I.... I would not say that I view you and your Jedi as necessarily my enemies. We view the needs of the universe very differently. My views, and those of my Master, is that the galaxy needs guidance. There is so much chaos, so much strife.... But, with a strong enough leader, or leaders, Order.... Rule.... Law.... could be returned to the galaxy. There could be peace. No more senseless wars. No more killings...." her 'gaze' lifted, face angled towards the sky.

"I will not life to you, young one. I have taken lives before. But only lives of those who gave me no valid alternative. I have slain Sith and Jedi alike, but never because I wished them dead. I'd slain one of my own, for his barbaric ways, his obsession with killing those who he deemed weaker than himself. All lives have value, unless you view others as having no value, at which point you lose your own value." She recalled, shaking her head slightly in disdain. "And the Jedi. He gave me no recourse. He made it plain. Either he would die, or I would. I would have preferred to have parted ways. Alive, he could be taught, he could be reached, he could be saved."

She turned once again to face the young padawan, kneeling to bring her sightless face level with his own sightless face. "That, my young.... acquaintance? Yes.... too early to be friends.... Yes, that, is why I wish you no harm. I wish to teach you, if you would listen, and perhaps even to learn from you, in return. You have value." The smile in her voice was tangible, audible to the youth. Her aura was one of cold, controlled determination. It was obviously scarred by the necessity to survive and bring order by terrible means. But, if he reached through the Force, he would be able to sense, that she genuinely believed the words she spoke. That she genuinely believed that True Sith could bring peace and order to the galaxy.

How bizarre....

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Ronen was confused at this turn of events, it seemed she was in the right mind to think such things, she was not like the other sith that he had met, but she still had the same, charming, promiscuous manner which tricked so many of his friends. "What do you want to teach me? And what do you expect me to teach you?" He was confused further, as he was only a padawan, a new padawan at that, unarmed, and weak. "The only thing i could possibly teach you are my martial arts i learnt with my friend Tydus, but even then your saber seems strong enough to kill me where i sit,"

"So i don't see what i have to teach you, or what you can learn from me, but i am willing to listen to what you are saying, as you seem to make sense more than most."


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[Rys'sya]

"You are Jedi. Your mind works in ways mine does not. Simple conversation already revealed some of that. In this way, you are teaching me. I am learning some of the subtle, and not so subtle, differences between myself, and your kind." She'd state. "There is much knowledge that can be shared, without having to actively teach each other in the ways of the Force."

She reached with the Force, finding a pair of hunks of wood. She called them to her, and with her lightsaber, carefully carved them into adequate facsimiles of swords. "But, if you would rather, we could clash, but for a moment, before parting ways. As I have said before, you have value in this galaxy. And I should like to not see you fallen before your service to the galaxy has been fulfilled. Much as I do not intend to die before my purpose is met."

She walked forth, and lay the wooden 'sword' before the boy, then returned to her position several paces away. If, the boy were to grab the wooden sword, she would in turn strike the starting position for the First Form. One could only ever truly know the heart of a warrior through combat. She was curious, how strong was this warriors heart?

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Ronen made sure he calmed down, and exhaled heavily. He unwrapped the bandages on his eyes, and slowly pulled the sword towards him. "I don't think i shall fall so easily" He grabbed the sword and took a form III position. "I may be inexperienced, but i have plenty of experience in sword play" He started spinning the sword left and right, cutting through blades of grass as he went.
"Make your move, and may the best force user win"





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[Rys'sya]

She felt his movements. Circular. Measured. Forming a ring, as it were, about his body. "Form three.... The Way of the Mynock...." she pursed her lips. "Practical. Defensive capabilities are nearly unmatched in that form." She mused, as the stalked around the youth, her wooden 'saber' rotated in her hands.

"Sadly, based on sheer statistics and probability.... I lose this fight...." She'd say, a light laugh escaping her lips. "In matters of sheer physical aptitude, you are more resilient than I. I would grow weak, tired, long before I'd be able to beat down your defenses." She'd continue, observing the younger Force Initiate. "My only advantage, my only hope for victory, would render your Soresu invalid, and would also make this friendly spar significantly more lethal."

"So, I say we both pull our punches, and first person to land a tap on the other wins, then we part with no hard feelings." This would give him the confidence to grow stronger, and would open up future windows for her to potentially win him over. He could make a good Sith. If only he could have his mind swayed. Everyone has a purpose....

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"Agreed" He dropped his weapon and held his fists out.
"The force can be used, to show off our skill" He kept on his toes. and got into a high fighting position.

"Lets go" He ran towards her and tried to land a punch on her neck




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[Rys'sya]

As the touch charged, her aura finally found a small sliver in his that she could work though. Piercing that veil, she implanted a feeble image into his psyche. He perceived that he was going to land his blow, as she quickly moved to the side. To him, she was too startled to react, as his fist made contact with.....

Nothing....

Her presence faded from where he perceived her to be, as she seemed to suddenly just appear off, several paces to his left. "You said, we could use our powers. My area of expertise, is mentalism, my friend." She'd state, tapping a hand to the side of her head. She'd take advantage of her access to his mind, while she still had it, because it'd likely be only a few more moments before he closed off that particular avenue and forced her to find a new way in.

To his perception, for a few moments before he broke the illusion, she took a defensive pose, ready for his next strike.

In reality, she maneuvered around to his side, and was attempting to land a two-fingered tap on his back, reaching from his side, as the illusion broke....

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