From the Shadows

[Corey's OOC]

There was a lot of karking material Marek was wanting to cover. And with his recent acceptance by Master Van Derveld as a student, there was so much the Starchaser could learn. He knew that there were some things he wasn’t sure he’d be able to master. His line wasn’t one of the strongest Force sensitive lines, and really, that was fine because what they could do without external power, they were good at. He could telekinetically show people up, and with Force Sense and Force reflex, the latter of which he was going to need more work on, he was pretty well rounded.

What Marek really wanted was to open up the secrets of Tuatminis. And whatever else the Sith Master felt he could learn. Marek was here to take in everything he could.

Not wanting to keep the Master waiting, the recently minted Knight had arrived on Ryloth using his own personal vessel, the CrossCurrent, the red Mon Cal ship was still new for him, and not in line with his typical Corellian vessels. Maybe once he had his estate in order he would go hunting for a vessel from the home world. Still, Marek had arrived, in full Templar armor, with his Czerka slugthrower, Templar Crossbow and orange bladed lightsaber.

All he needed was for the Master to show up. Still, Marek wasn’t really used to Ryloth, he showed up early to make sure that he was here when he needed to be. And that was all he needed. He was fairly sure he found the correct location. Patience, right?

@[member="Ket Van Derveld"]

 

[Ket Van-Derveld]

Reaching out with the Dark currents of the Force, Ket wasted no time. This was not the time to impress, nor was it a time for long, drawn out triades. Ket was a Sith Lord, a Master of the Dark Side. Here was this boy, wishing to be treated as a piece of clay, and that's just how Ket would treat him. Reaching out from the darkness, Ket used his influence over the Dark Conduits to grab Marek, and hold him tightly, lifting him up from his feet. Piece by piece his weaponry slowly floated away from him, dropping a few feet from his dangling feet as the grip beared down on him. Slowly, the Master emerged, clad in nothing more than black boots and worn leather pants. Identical saberhilts dangled from his hips, and his left arm was extended, fingers reaching out to his apprentice.

"Break free of me. Use the Force, use your mind, use your words. Find a way to release yourself from my grasp, whelp."

Ket was unforgiving, and a hard man. He would not give Marek an easy tutorial in the ways of the Force, for no knowledge worth gaining came easy. Not even to Ket. All of his ilk learned the hard way...

@[member="Marek Starchaser"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

He really was getting in over his head, wasn’t he? Marek wasn’t completely sure what he was to expect under the guide of Master @[member="Ket Van Derveld"]. Sure, he knew that the other was a Sith, but unlike most Sith in the galaxy, and stereotyped in the Sith of the Templar Order, there was a sense of a lack of ego and a point of unified purpose. For Marek, the Sith had the power he wanted, but they also were plagued with a dose cutthroat and backstabbing tendency. It was what pushed him away from venturing to Sith Space before the fall of their Empire.

With only minor warning from his innate ability to react to threats through the Force, something he was going to need to hone for the battlefield, to actively use anything remotely close to an active Reflex ability. His body squirmed and he closed his eyes, trying to focus on the threat at hand. He could feel his weapons being pulled from him, hearing them fall to the ground.

Blue eyes focusing as he saw the figure enter the room, Marek more heard the meaning and call behind the words than the actually annunciations. Closing his eyes and pulling the Force to him, he was allowing for his actions to be guided. He knew he could try to reach for the pistol on the ground, he could spin the chamber, pull the trigger, and fire the slug, but something told him the Sith Master would merely destroy the weapon before the slug left the barrel.

Reaching into the Force, he was anchoring himself. He could feel the power being used on him. He could start to derive what was happening. What he needed was that power. He needed that to be his. Reflex was lending him the concept here, and the actions were more instinct than anything thought, but he could feel the Force, the Force between he and his master. Wrapping his own aura around the Force, he was pulling it to him, and into him, trying to entwine his aura with the attacking ability.