Knowing Thy Power

[GhostOfProtocol]

The same slope, the sky still as blue. The same steps, a white cloud rolling overhead, almost peaceful. He'd been given a list of powers they would learn, and he'd been instructed to bring slaves with him. Those he had brought were not slaves, they'd come off there own backs, and he'd left his apprentice to lead them. His apprentice would learn as well, he'd enjoy the experience.

The old man had given his name, Darth Amberbue. An Old Sith from before the days of the One Sith, forced into his cave before Lord Mythos took over. He was never aware that Mythos had taken over, thus he'd never shown his face. Slowly, Novus took another step, his mask hiding the sweat on his face. It was a steep cliff, and he shrugged lightly.

The cliff face, he began to climb. It took time, the cliff face was steep but it also meant that they had arrived. Slowly, Novus pulled himself over the edge of the cliff, smiling to himself as he stood up. The cave entrance was dead ahead, right where it should of been.

And the old man, Darth Amerbrue was waiting.

[member="Txon Taronyu"]

 

[Txon Taronyu]

[member="Darth Novus"]
Txon followed behind his teacher, leading the cadre of volunteers. He was eager to learn.

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

He stepped into the cave, slowly. It was almost a home, it'd been designed by Amerbrue to remind him of his home. Novus allowed his eyes to drift as he waved the volunteers into two chairs in the corner of the room. He'd been assured they would survive, although in what condition he couldn't say. He flashed a small, evil grin under his mask, his fingers crossing behind his back as he eyed the collection of paintings on the walls.

He heard a small rattle, smiling once more under his mask. His new alchemised sword sat at his waist, covered by it's sheath. It was opposite his lightsaber, but would easily do the same job as the lightsaber. It was a delicate weapon for the ages, and he smiled lightly, the weapon would his own personal toy. It was his second alchemical creation, but it was also his most powerful. It would parry a lightsaber and the damage it could do was amazing.

It was sharp, one short nick.

The old man looked at the two Sith.

"How ready are you"

[member="Txon Taronyu"]

 

[Txon Taronyu]

[member="Darth Novus"]
Txon entered the cave and saw nothing but the old man. The trappings of the room and the status of the volunteers was of no importance. He had come to learn, and that was his only focus. The old man asked how ready they were, and Txon almost laughed.

"I fear nothing and no man," he said, "Teach me, and I will use my knowledge wisely."

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

[member="Txon Taronyu"]

The old man nodded, flicking his wrist out towards Darth Novus. Instantly his windpipe closed up, his body lifting from the ground. His hands leaped up, and then he was dropped. He'd fallen victim to a force grip, a choke, signature move of the Sith but one he'd never learned, happier with the force lightning, chaining together the force attacks to make them powerful, to harm people and damage them in ways no-one would ever expect.

"You need to feel the force in your body. You need to push it out like force push.. push from the sides."

"On me"

Novus reached out, the force flowing through his body, making him powerful. He was used to a force push, and using the same idea he began to close the airway of Amerbrue, physically choke him out by holding him within the force. The man was choking, but the old man was clever. Novus let go, and the man smiled.

He'd gotten it.

 

[Txon Taronyu]

[member="Darth Novus"]
Taronyu was initially angered when his teacher was apparently attacked, but when he was dropped and retaliated without so much as a word, Txon began to realize that it was all part of the lesson. He watched his teacher respond, watched his actions, and listened to the words of the old man. The act of choking a man without using your hands looked like it could be an effective way to end a battle quickly, but it was not a technique that appealed to Txon. It seemed more like torture than combat.

Txon continued to observe.

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Novus nodded as the old man removed his lightsaber, the curved hilt a perfect grip. He could feel the emotion in the air, Novus knew that his young friend would be against choke, he understood that his young friend had his code, much like Novus. Novus had a code, the code was to take what he wanted when he wanted. The old man thumbed his blade on, two droids in the walls instantly coming to life. Each droid had a mark on where to hit.

They would be learning Makashi.

Makashi, the fencing form, the form that would suit Txon, but the form that Novus didn't know. It would be good to know, but as of the moment he didn't know it. The old man brought the blade up in an arch, the Makashi style attack perfect to attack. Novus thumbed on his own blade, repeating the move.

That's what was great about the three. No words needed to be said.

[member="Txon Taronyu"]

 

[Txon Taronyu]

[member="Darth Novus"]
Now they were getting to the good stuff. Txon smiled as he pulled his weapon from his belt and activated the shimmering blue blade. He faced his opponent, one of those strange demons called droids, and assumed what he assumed was the preparatory position. If this style was intended for dueling, it was perfect for Txon. Anatasi combat was centered on one-on-one fights.

Txon held his position and waited.