Private Once a Warrior, Always a Warrior

[Renascitur]

He was a monster.

He had finally accepted that fact, he was a monster who had been created with the soul purpose of destruction. With this realization and this acceptance came a job. He vaguely remembered the life of fighting, but that life was gone now. With that life being gone, so were many of the skills that he had once known.

He was told that he could be relearn many of the skills he had once used. He was a lot stronger now, or so he had been told. He wanted to be stronger, he was a weapon and as such he needed to be trained as a weapon of destruction. If he had the ability to learn, he wanted to learn, to grow more powerful than he had ever once been.

He had been told this was the best place to learn.

He continued to walk the corridor. Apparently the man he was going to would teach him numerous skills. He was a good man, apparently. He was powerful, apparently. These were all rumors of course, nut if he could learn from this man then he would learn from him. MT-19 was interested to see how powerful, and if he was more powerful.

NT-19.

Renascitur.

Reborn.

In many ways it was accurate, he had been reborn. He had been made more powerful, a tool and a weapon. He felt the new name to be very fitting of himself, it told his story. He had been reborn from weakness and made strong. He had to admit, he was oddly excited to see how strong he was, as he had only been told "unlimited potential".

He entered the room, and knelt.

"Master".

 

[Varloc]

Vorloc sat on the floor in a meditative position. Varloc sensed Renascitur entering, he stood and turned to face him.
Ahhh renascitur, I have been expecting you. Varloc said let's get to it, shall we? He held out his hand and lightning leapt out towards the ceiling, the room glowed. Power is nothing without having the ability to control it. I will teach you the ways of the force, l give you the ability to control your raw power and I will teach you the art of the blade.

The lightning stopped and Varloc put his hands behind his back. Let's see what you can do. With a wave of his hand a dozen Droids walked towards Renascitur on both sides, weapons ready. Defeat them he said It should be easy enough with a man of your strength.
Renascitur

 

[Renascitur]

The lightning oddly surprised him. He had learnt previously that the power he had, the force, could manifest itself in numerous ways, the lightning must have been one of the ways that this power could manifest and cause destruction and damage.

He pushed himself to his feet.

He almost expected, in a lot of ways, that he would be put through his paces. He didn't expect the first test to be life or death, but he wasn't surprised. It very much something that these people would do. They seemed to believe the best way to learn was to struggle.

The robots had weapons.

Of course they did, that also didn't surprise him. These people didn't seem to believe you couldn't learn if you weren't about to die. One of the robots came for him, and he used the freakish strength he appeared to have gained in his "rebirth" to grab the robot and throw it against the wall, listening to the metal of the robot crumple under the strength of the throw.

He knew the purpose of this test was to tap into this "force potential" that he had, but he also knew he wanted to stay alive. He heard a blaster bolt, and watched as it just skimmed past his ear. He was oddly surprised he hadn't just been shot in the head.

Then he felt.

It was strange, unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was another blaster bolt, and he felt it. He didn't know how he felt it, but he knew to bend. The bolt skimmed over his nose as he arched backwards. He jumped, another blaster bolt passing underneath him.

He saw two droids fall as blaster bolts pierced their chests. The distraction was just enough for a blaster bolt to catch his shoulder. The pain flared down his arm, like fire in his blood. It was nothing compared to the pain he lived with every single day, but it still caught him off guard.

And then there was hate.

He didn't know what happened. There were seven droids when he started, and none when he finished. He remembered the red mist, he felt his fists connect with multiple metal skulls and he felt blaster bolts skim past his face. When he looked up, there was nothing but a pile of metal.

He looked at the man, the master.

"Pathetic"

Varloc

 

[Varloc]

Varloc was not surprised that he was able to defeat the droids, the purpose of the test was to see the easiest to train him. He understood now.

Follow me. They walked into the next room, on the walls were diffrent tools and weapons, and in the middle was a sunken pit about 20 feet deep.

Go in the pit and put this on. He then handed Renascitur a face plate with no no way to see. This is an old way of teaching jedi, but a little more.....exciting. Then out of the walls of the pit came out small blaster cannons they weren't lethal but they cause pain. They will fire at you, all you must do is dodge them. Remember feel the power around you, and in you.

Varloc didn't want to give him a break, for the force gives no breaks.
Renascitur

 

[Renascitur]

He followed.

He followed like a slave on a leash. He followed and did as he was told, for he craved power. He wanted to be the weapon that he had been created to be. He wanted to be the solider that Charles wanted him to become, the soldier that he could be.

Get in the pit.

He just grinned to himself. He was going to enjoy this, he was going to have fun. He took the mask from the master, and jumped into the pit with no care in the world. He craved the pain that was going to come, the power that was going to follow.

He closed his eyes and he slid the mask over his face. Darkness, peace. Then the blasters began to open fire, all of the bolts at once. Many of them connected with him, causing pain to tear through his body. Again, it was nothing like the pain he lived with every single day but it was thrilling, causing the adrenaline levels within his body to spike.

Then everything stopped.

The guns were still firing, but the bullets stopped connecting. He pulled the face covering off to see the bolts hovering in midair. He didn't know what had happened, it was partly as if he had just hit pause on all of them. He presumed, perhaps incorrectly that it was this mystical "force presence" showing itself.

He blinked.

Next thing he knew the bullets were moving again, and he was moving in sync. It was as if time was going slow for him, he felt everything happening around him in one go. He felt the bolts leaving the blasters in the walls before they even started firing.

The bolts started missing him. A few connected, of course they would, but most missed. The guns started to take each other out, and those that didn't take each other out, he took out with his fists, or just by pulling them from the wall and listening as the cables crackled and then pulled apart.

Once the firing stopped, he looked up at the master once again.

"Pathetic"

Varloc

 

[Varloc]

Power. Renascitur had lots of power. Potential.

well done, soon you will have a greater test. But for now I will teach you some abilities and I will teach you lightsaber arts. He then gave the sign to come up and he walked over to a table which held lightsaber parts, and holocrons.

Building a lightsaber is advanced, but you are exceptionally powerful. This table has all the parts you need. He pointed at a container. There are kyber crystals in there. And these diagrams will show you how to build your saber. He then went to a seat and sat down, waiting for his student to once again succeed.
Renascitur

 

[Renascitur]

He climbed from the pit.

It was hardly a chore to him. He could work for hours. Granted, he would need a thirty course meal and a twenty hour nap after but he could keep going. He had noticed his lust for food, he could only assume his body was burning unnatural amounts of energy due to the size of it.

The duo walked into yet another room.

The room looked more like a workshop, with parts everywhere. There were some odd, interesting items on the table. He wasn't sure what they were, he probably wasn't going to be told either. He accepted this fact, not like he cared anyway. He'd find out in time, he had his own methods.

Lightsaber.

It was a word he had heard before. It was there, at the very back of his mind. It was almost like it was locked behind a door. It was a word he knew, but he couldn't remember anything else about the word. He presumed it was a form of weapon, it would make sense, of course.

He sat down.

He looked towards the paper. It was only then he realized quite how hard reading was. It was as if the words lifted off of the page. He accepted that this was going to be a struggle, and that was even before the warning that his mentor had given him.

Oh. Goody. Fun.

He closed his eyes. He was going to have to trust in himself and just hope. If this "force" was real, he had to hope it would guide him to do something correct. Plus he could see the pictures, he could work with the pictures. Pictures would be useful.

He worked. It went dark, as he machined metal. He didn't know if he was going fast or slow, but he knew what he was doing. He machined metal into two different hilt shapes, and then machined a connector. The vision in his head was two lightsabers that could join into one double bladed weapon and break apart into a single. He found a basic diagram for something like that on the table, then got help to scale it up to fit his hands.

He found the synthetic red crystals, and closed his eyes. He forced himself to reach out, imagining a bubble, much like he had felt when he pushed the scalpels around. In front of him, the crystals slotted themselves into place and lined lined themselves up, the lightsabers hovering. The monster took both of them, and thumbed them both on, the red blades filling the room.

He pointed one towards the master.

"I am weapon now"

Varloc

 

[Varloc]

He built the blade quickly, Varloc was impressed.

Well done.

Varloc then went back into the pit chamber. I will now teach you the Art of lightsabers. He took out two of his lightsabers and a red and purple blade emitted from them. This form includes speed and technique. He then spined the blades very quickly, showing a few moves.

Take out your blades and do what I do. Then he began the lesson.
Renascitur

 

[Renascitur]

He watched.

As the man was talking, the monster thumbed his own blades, only he knowing where the activator switch was located. He smiled, a sick and twisted smile, again watching the spitting crimson red shoot from the hilts. The connector sat on the end of one of the blades, making it longer than the other, but he was nearly sure that wouldn't be a problem.

The man was skilled with the weapon, fast and fluid. He had vague memories of witnessing these coloured blades swing before, different blade by a different man. He recognized them none the less. He remembered the noises, the noise the blades made upon activation seemed so familiar to him.

The blades sparked again, unstable in creation, dangerous to anyone who would cross it, including the person who wielded such dangerous weapons. They would serve him well, he was sure. Dangerous when separated, moreso when connected into a duel bladed weapon of destruction.

He followed the mentors move slowly. The spins were fast but controlled, and after a few moments felt easier to achieve. He would never be expected to master such a style in a day. Faster than most, maybe, he seemed good at that. Never a day, that was too much for anyone.

He copied the man again, bringing his lightsaber down into a fluid swing. The form was like a dance in a way, almost beautiful, yet even the monster wielding red could see how dangerous it would be, especially when most people in the galaxy only appeared to carry one of the weapons.

He held the weapons in his grasp, large hands closed around the cool metal handles he had created. It had taken time, hours. He wasn't sure how long, but he knew he was tired and hungry. This man was pushing him though, not giving him a chance to breathe.

He deactivated the weapons slowly, watching.

Varloc

 

[Varloc]

Renascitur was learning quickly, Varloc could tell that he was tired.

We should have a break. He pointed towards a door. Go now, we will continue soon.

Varloc then went to the middle of the room and sat, entering a meditative position, both lightsabers in hand.
Renascitur