Foreign Ways (Darth Banshee)

[Kilrys Serccci]

Kilrys had successfully gotten away from his life on Vigho, now in the much, much larger galaxy. He never realised how big the galaxy was and that Vigho was a tiny, tiny part of it all. There was the fact that his species was non-existent to much of the galaxy's knowledge, few remembered the Anzati Empire and fewer still remembered them pushing into the Unknown Regions. Kilrys had spent most of his first few weeks reading and studying from libraries he found available. He was being practical and knew that it was more important that he understood the galaxy at this moment than losing himself into combat.

However, time had passed for reading. His body was on edge and he could feel the need to hunt, to kill. Finding suitable beings to take from was not difficult but still provided challenges if he were too hasty. His last meal was a couple days ago, he could last a week without the need to drink "source". The need he felt now was one that he found sated through the killing of the feral beasts of his kind, blood lust. Finally, there had been a meeting set with a Sith Lord, he was interested in these Sith beings, they were powerful like the one he found crashed on his world.

He was standing in a training ring, the only weapon he had was his sword made on his homeworld, the edge of the blade was deadly sharp still so he collected a wooden sword, similar length to his though the hilt was shorter than he liked. Swinging it quickly in his fashion, he waited for the Sith to arrive.

[member="Darth Banshee"]

 

[Darth Banshee]

[member="Kilrys Serccci"]

Hello Acolyte, she knew his name, but did not use it, as so many acolytes just died. I am here to give you basic knowledge of being a sith, now recite me our code, and then give me a practical demonstration of what it means. She paused for a moment, and then decide on her scenario, ​Say if your going to punish a prisoner, who only broke a minor law. This was test of intelligence, their was no right or wrong answer, their was just the ability reason an answer. As the first hall mark of the sith was ability to think for them selves, and not have to wait to be given instruction.

As he thought about what he was going to say she lent against a tree, and waited for him to reason an answer.

 

[Kilrys Serccci]

Kilrys's eyes scanned over this being, a woman, he sniffed out loudly. Not entirely impressed with the look of her, he was taller and stronger than she was physically. However, she rolled off orders as easy as one would breath the air. Dropping the wooden sword to the ground, he glared at her with the intensity his eyes allowed, hunger was buried deep beneath them as well. He had heard of this Sith code, not that it meant much to him yet. He was not one for deep thought, action was what he preferred. Kill them, don't question why you are.

Peace is a lie. There is only Passion. Through Passion I gain Strength. This Kilrys agreed with, it was simple but seemed fairly accurate from his experience. Through Strength I gain Power. Through Power I gain Victory. Through Victory my chains are Broken. He was not sure what chains these were as he had no chains in his mind. The Force shall free me. A statement that is too dependent on the Force for his likely. It was still something he had little understanding of and he did not like the idea of being dependent on it to be free.

A practical use? I do not understand, it is a mere code. Depends on a person, for only a true Sith can use passion in battle, thereby gaining strength. Through their strength in battle they will gain power by destroying their enemies and rising in their rank. Then they will achieve victory, no longer bound by others and their limitations. Is that what you wanted to hear? His tone would be snarky but intentions were not, he just was not one for talking at length. Words did not appeal to him, they could mean a great deal of things and too many thought they knew how to use them right when the opposite was true.

When it came to the prisoner question, Kilrys gleamed with joy. I would do as my people do with all criminals of their village. Hold them to the wall and drain them of their 'source'. All that would be left would be an empty shell of a man. Parade him around as what happens to those who break our laws, no one would dare test us again. It is neither a painless or fun experience for the victim of a Vigho-Anzat or a normal Anzat for that matter.

[member="Darth Banshee"]

 

[Darth Banshee]

[member="Kilrys Serccci"]

She ponder his idea for a moment, it not what she was done, but it did not matter. As the objective was for him to think, of an answer.
We may come back to this after, but for now lets move on.
She then sat down cross legged, and gestured for him to do likewise.
She now looked at rock, it looked smooth to naked eye, but with the force you could feel all jagged edges and pot holes in it, all imperfections.
Reach to the rock, with your minds eye, and feel it and describe it to me.
​She was going to teach him the basics of telekinesis, but first he had to be able to feel the rock.
She closed her eyes, and felt his presence in the force, she was going to see how he looked at it.
She waited for him to talk to her, and describe what he feels as moves his minds eye across it.

 

[Kilrys Serccci]

Kilrys snorted with annoyance as the woman sat on some rock and told him to feel the rock with his mind's eye. His snort reached a low growl, temptation to attack her, show her that this training was pointless and foolish was high. He needed action, to fight and burn the hatred and dark energy he had festering inside since leaving his home world. However, he gritted his teeth and sat on the rock, it was not comfortable nor did it smooth to him, he could feel light bumps and edges but then he lived on a world where his body had to be more sensitive to minor details than others. Survival was key to him, he had to know if a branch was strong enough to hold his weight by eye alone, whether or not a rock could be lifted and used as a projectile.

Closing his eyes, he turned his gaze to the rock, feeling the surface closer, like an ant on the rock. Where dips and bumps were valleys and mountains, potholes were craters on the rock, how imperfect the rock was in comparison to what either of them felt. How even areas where his touch stated it was smooth, the mind told him otherwise. He was surprised at how imperfect the rock was, how deep the holes felt. This did not change his opinion on the task though, he still found it pointless. It feels like a rock, hard, cold and rigid. There are bumps and dips in the rock one cannot feel or merely see, but it does not change the fact it is just a rock.

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[Darth Banshee]

[member="Kilrys Serccci"]

She could sense his anger, it was good he would be able to use that. Her voice became condescending, this was to annoy him further. As she spoke to him she walked around him, so he had to keep an eye on her. Those imperfections, is how you target the rock. You push against the flat bit's, you pick it up with with them as well. Though most important part is, you crush the imperfections, as you gain more of a grip on it. Now pick the rock up, throw it against the wall over their. She pointed to a wall, further away from her. She knew their was a chance he throw it at her, she was ready for it. She liked bathing in hate, and wanted him to feel more anger. So no matter how well he did, she was going to criticize him. She had woken up on the wrong side of the bed today, bad news for him.

 

[Kilrys Serccci]

Hearing the condensation from the Sith, unable to control his anger, his proboscises slid out of their pouches and twitched in anger. This was a telling sign that he was not human, he was not like her but he was the predator to humans and other humanoids. The Vigho-Anzat crushed the rock by stretching holes and drilling into the dips. Now several numerous shards, Kilrys used the Force to send the pointed shards at high speed at the Sith Lord. His anger was beyond boiling point. She might have woken up on the wrong side of the bed, but he was always waking up on the wrong side. Anger was his friend.

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[Darth Banshee]

She was actually quite impressed, that he turn rock to dust, but she asked him to do. That was not throwing the rock, that was crushing it! She paused for a moment to let what she said sink in, then she continued. That was going to be you next task, if you learnt to throw it. She shook her head to wind him up, like he had failed. He had technically, but she was happy with what he had done, but she wanted him angry for challenge after he thrown the rock. Slave bring me another rock, she then looked back at him with a bit glare, This time throw it, or I will throw you! Her voice sound disappointed, but she was not he would some day make a fine killing machine.

[member="Kilrys Serccci"]

 

[Kilrys Serccci]

His anger blinded him to sensing the initial impressed feeling that the Sith Lord had felt on his ability. He gripped another, much large rock, splitting it in half with the Force as he roared at her. I AM NO SLAVE, WOMAN! With the power of his anger now overwhelming him, he threw the two rocks at her then leaped afterwards with his ancient sword, strong enough to match a lightsaber in combat for a while. He was going to slowly consume this woman in his mind, he was going to destroy her completely. His proboscises twitched with excitement at the prospect of draining her of her 'source', powering himself all the while.

[member="Darth Banshee"]

 

[Darth Banshee]

[member="Kilrys Serccci"]

She ducked away from the rocks as they came at her, he was angry that was good. He went for a weapon, better still. She would test him with a blade, she lit up her lightsaber her violet bladed saber staff. Her blade was no standard blade, hers was one hottest blades possible. She took up a defensive posture, and stepped back. She was going to show him, how to defend. As increasing the distance between you and your opponent gives you more time. She liked to make her opponents attack, it gave her an edge. As they would be busy advancing, trying to get close enough to strike. Makashi was her preferred stance, and it was good for dueling as it had ability of counter attack. She always could keep one hand free to use push or crush with, she was worried about his choice of weapon though. As her blade may cut stright through the blade, so she have to make sure her blocks would only be glancing, otherwise she may hurt him properly.