It would be Extremely Painful

[Adriana Fortemps]

A delicate finger pulled open the collar of her coat, the breath of fresh air breathing against her collarbone relieved Jorryn as she began to message the back of her neck. Lessons in the academy had never been what drew her to the Sith, and simulations of leading men and women on ground or in space was nothing compared to the real thing. She had already had plenty of experience in commanding those beneath her, leading squadrons against the forces of the Jedi. The thrill of battle as her men gunned down their enemies and had been fired upon in return had always reliably got her blood fired up, something that the computer simulations in the Academy simply couldn't do.

The Echani made her way slowly down the hall, the academy fortunately being less packed than it had been due to recent campaigns by the Sith Empire. Those unworthy to continue the rites of the Sith had perished and those that had not had stayed behind to help re-organise the planets in the name of the Dark Lord of the Sith.

Her golden eyes drifted upwards as she continued towards her destination, her mind wondering if anyone she had known perished in the recent campaigns. Not that it mattered to her, but it was always nice to know that she could succeed where others failed.

Jorryn's attention was pulled back forwards as the doors to the sparring room came into view, her mind filling with relief at the chance to practice more of what she loved. Her hands pulled the hilt of her crimson saber as the doors in front of her peeled open, revealing the large chamber where a few young Sith had come to spar with each other in hopes of proving themselves stronger than their peers. Most of them were novices, fighting in the sparring area with training sabers hoping that they wouldn't get hurt too bad in case they had lost to another hopeful. Jorryn had never even thought of picking up a training saber, the weakness of the blade not leaving any thoughts of danger for her to have a practical duel with anyone.

Her gaze began surveying the room trying to pick out a target to hone her craft against, wondering which of the men and women present could give her a proper fight. Her eyes stopped as she felt mild surprise, the figure she stared at being one she remembered from the defense of Mirial against the Silver Jedi. The tall armoured figure was an intimidating presence, no other acolytes seeming to approach the man.

Her left hand grasped the lightsaber as well as she held it behind her back with both hands as she slowly sauntered towards the still figure, his armour making him seem like a giant of a statue. Her eyes surveyed his body for any chinks or weaknesses in his armour, but the man had seemingly thought ahead and for either appeal or necessity the armour was mostly sealed. The Echani leaned forward, eyes staring up at the head of the man in front of her before she quickly straightened herself and began to grin.

"I wonder if that armour even comes off, or maybe you just sleep in it all day." She teased, hoping to shake off some of the perceived stoicism he had. She released her left hand from the lightsaber as she reached out towards him, her fingers groping at some of his chest armour to toy with and annoy him. "Who knows maybe you'll die without it."

Once again her glowing eyes sized up the figure and his reactions, hoping her efforts would begin to infuriate the figure. He hadn't looked like the type to randomly begin fighting any Sith that came along, so she hoped that her irritating behaviour would make the man more willing to compete.

[member="Kor Vexen"]​

 

[Darth Bellum]

Location | Sith Academy
Actions | Observing Acolyte training
Company | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]

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Vexen would have his arms crossed in front of his chest, standing tall and towering over most figures in the sparring room. Several Acolytes armed with training sabers were engaged with an equal number of Akguza Guard droids outfitted with electrostaffs. He would observe in silence as the Sith went about their best in vain attempts to strike down the Guards, having allowed the droids to be active for far too long, and as a result allowing the droids to adapt to their form for better combat efficiency. An Acolyte would swing at a droid, only for her training saber to be met with an electrostaff that simply knocked the saber off to the side followed up with a quick counter with the opposite end of the staff. The Acolyte would be electrocuted as the staff connected with their side, causing them to lose their grip on their own weapon. The Acolyte would drop as the Guard continued to assault her relentlessly and without mercy, jabbing the Acolyte with its electrostaff as screams could be heard. Pain and rage were one of the many tools that Sith had to embrace in order to realize their potential, and this would be a harsh lesson for the Acolyte.

Just as the Akguza Guard seemed ready to kill the Acolyte with the electrostaff threatening to shut her heart down, Vexen would raise a hand. The Akguza Guard would pause before it brought its electrostaff down, stepping away as it held its staff to the side. Several unarmed Akguza Guards would approach the Acolyte as they grabbed her by the arms and dragged her near unconscious body out from the sparring arena. Several other Acolytes were engaged with the droids as well, some having success and being able to defeat the droids while others were learning the mistake in letting a fight drag on against them. So far Vexen had been unimpressed by the younger generation of Sith that the academy had been producing, and recent actions across the Galaxy as well as the Sith Empire's expansion demanded that their ranks be filled with the best they had to offer. Perhaps someday within his lifetime he would find some enjoyment in watching them suffer, but the weak never seemed to entertain him near enough.

Vexen's hand would return across his chest as he continued observing the fights, only to have his attention be redirected to an individual who had approached him. A female, roughly a solid foot shorter had waltzed in front of him, seeming to question and taunt him about his armor. His head would turn to follow her hands as they reached out to grab at his chest to which he simply raised a hand from his crossed arms to move her own away from him. He simply ignored her comments, having lived through too many centuries to be aggravated by mere words alone and spoke in an uninterested and vocoded voice, " I have no interests in small talk with such an individual as yourself, little one. " He spoke with a tone of arrogance and belittlement as he addressed her as little not only for her size and stature but for her presumable age as well. " Go find another Acolyte to annoy. "

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

Her arrogant smirk grew wider as the figure put forth his hands to push her arms away from groping at his armour, a sure sign that she had taken his attention. Unfortunately that arrogance was replaced with annoyance as he called her little, the smirk fading slightly as she attempted to keep her charade up to irritate the figure further. His monotonous voice dragged along as he made his disinterest in the Echani blatantly clear to anyone eavesdropping on their conversation, but his choice of words had told her that she had begun to somewhat distract the figure.

"Well it doesn't look like you have much else to do right now," She teased as she turned her gaze towards the uneventful and disappointing sparring matches happening in the distance. "I'm sure entertaining my curiosity won''t be the biggest waste of your time today, unless you truly enjoy standing there doing nothing."

She returned his mocking tone as she finished her sentence, golden eyes focusing on him as the last words came out of her mouth. Jorryn focused on any signs of movement that would show the figure growing more aggravated, hoping to get something out of this conversation by having the figure reveal his emotions. She had never spoken to the giant before, though he carried himself with a certainty that left her curious about his origins.

Most Sith had a certain swagger to them, in an attempt to stand out from the rest if nothing else could carry them through the trials of the Sith. But this man seemed to not care as much about impressing others, leaving what the man's true character was even more of a mystery to the Echani.

She swung her left leg out in a far step before dragging her other foot beside it in one long motion to be facing parallel to the Sith, staring upwards into his expressionless helmet.

"So then, what would it take for me to get a glimpse under that helmet?" The words came rhythmically out as she tried to irritate the man into another response, the boredom of the Academy pushing her curiosity past what her decency would normally permit.

[member="Kor Vexen"]​

 

[Darth Bellum]

Location | Sith Academy
Objective | Put an Acolyte in their place
Company | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]

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Vexen would simply redirect his attention away from the Echani female standing before him, watching as Acolytes fought droids. Clearly, a conversation was not the best way to capture the entirety of his attention, his hands still crossed in front of his chest. One by one Acolytes would fall to the droids or come out with the droids reduced to little more than piles of scrap. Either way, the room began to clear out quickly, those that succeeded in their sparring matches lagging around to see what an Acolyte could be talking to a Knight about.

The armored Sith Knight would ignore her initial comment, seeing no interest in entertaining the Acolyte that he saw as beneath him and treated her as such. He like many other Sith only respected one thing; and that was strength, not the ability to speak. Whatever vain attempts she tried to elicit anything other than mild annoyance through words would likely end without her getting the results she wanted. He was too aged to be provoked by words, nor would he ever make the mistake of allowing it to get to his head.

After a few moments his armored figure would shift as the young woman made a comment about what he may look like beneath the helmet, and what it would take to glimpse it. His expressionless helmet would turn as he stared at her who was staring at him. A moment of silence would pass before his vocoded voice spoke, " If you wish to see what is beneath this helmet, then it will be when I have fallen little one. Since you are so intent on trying to gain my attention, perhaps a little duel will put you in your place..."

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

The devilish grin on the Echani's face grew bigger as the armoured figure offered to duel her, though not exactly how she had hoped this would go it was an interesting statement anyways. The massive figure's stoicism had spiked her curiosity as she fully turned to face the man, again looking up at the helmeted figure.

"So you're willing to give me a peek if I can just beat you in combat?" The excitement in her voice making the question sound more like a comment as she backed to a more proper stance against Kor Vexen. Her imagination began to race as to what laid under the helmet, perhaps an impossibly horrid alien or an unexpectedly princely looking man.

Her mouth twisted as she imagined how the man would fight, his size being an issue with her Makashi defence and her taunts had already fallen on deaf ears. The Echani began to wonder what he had to gain from this duel, his lack of enthusiasm not giving away any hints of ambition. She began to size the man up again, trying to look for any signs of weakness he had.

"I accept," Her curiosity coming to a head as her amber eyes stared directly at the man in front of her. "I should ask why you offered though, I don't think it was my taunting that forced your hand."

[member="Kor Vexen"]​

 

[Darth Bellum]

Location | Sith Academy
Objective | Defeat the Acolyte
Company | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]

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Acolytes would begin to clear off the training floor and ruined droids hauled to clear the space. The presence of the armored Sith Knight proposing a challenge to an Acolyte had piqued the interest of some, and like moths to a flame, those that had succeeded in not getting electrocuted unconscious began to flock in the hopes of spectating such a duel. Vexen would shift as his armor turned away from her, making his way to one of the available rings.

Several Akguza Guards armed with electrostaffs would encircle the ring, their staffs active as the crackle of electricity was heard. One would step forward with a pair of training sabers as Vexen took hold of one and held it off to his side. The purple glow of the staffs would cast an eerie glare off his armor as he turned to face the Echani, training saber in hand and held to his side with a quick flourish before he held it to point directly at the ceiling in front of his chest.

His raspy vocoded voice would be heard as he spoke, " Your humility in defeat will make up for your presence...And if you somehow do manage to succeed in defeating me...Well, let's just say that is always an unexpected turn of events that I welcome with open arms... " The armored Sith Knight clearly had an advantage in the ring if he managed to get the Acolyte pushed into the electrostaffs whereas he would not be affected by the shocks. This would be an interesting test to see how the Acolyte was able to respond to a disadvantage.