[Relentless]

[Maleus]

Maleus stood in the Sith's academy's training room. White walls with red wrinkles running along the seams kept the outside world away.
No noise, no distractions. Albeit the array of weapons at his flank, and motionless training droids. For the most part he remained alone. He forced himself to sit and allow his emotions to lead his thoughts.


For once he felt nothing, the respite in which rational thought was felt was welcome. To be enraged constantly was not healthy, it was maddening, he often felt himself brink on the edge of insanity. It was different now, there was thought... There was clarity.

 

[Larkoon Darkmat'r]

The young, pale sith was still new to this place. His little "tours" around the academy. So silent, yet there was this sense of danger. Such a strong feeling of the darkside here. It excited the boy, as he walked towards the older zabrak, he couldn't help but utter a sinister, black toothed smile. "Greetings...Master..." He said with a small chortle to his laugh. He sported his grey spacers suit. "What's on the agenda today...?"

 

[Maleus]

"Pick a weapon." The training room was lined with them. Weapon racks held all manner of weaponry in it's grasp. Though there wasn't really any lasting quality to them, they were generic in almost every-way. Maleus stood, his saber flew into his hands and the energy blade sprang to life. His blade hand fell to his side while his two feet remained parallel.

"Now."

 

[Larkoon Darkmat'r]

Lars nodded soflty to the master, feeling a little jolt of excitement. The pale Zabrak sped walked to the selection. He looks to the generic sabers with a small smile. "Mmmm..." He groaned as he analyzed the archaic hilts. The one that best suited him was the one that took both hands to wield. Yes. This is what he wants. The boy lifted the weapon, ignited the blade. A red beam shoots out and concentrates into a doubled edged blade. The boy swings the weapon, admiring it's lightness, compared to a conventional blade. "Impressive...." He muttered to himself. Now it was time to start!

"Alright...Master...I'll show you what I am made of..."

Hopefully, he only gets a couple saber burns at the least from this spar, Lars. The boy holds his weapon horizontally, with the glowing plasma of red energy pointed to his master. Without saying anything and after a stare down, the boy charges head on, in a jog, using a improvised form of hand-to-hand. The pale Zabrak hops to the air, in front of the light to blind Maleus and brings his sword down in a vertical slash, parallel to his right shoulder.

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[Maleus]

His student was presumptuous, he didn't wait for instruction. He simply charged forth, an action that there was no excuse for. Still, he could do nothing but admire his resolve. Even his impressive showing of acrobatics reminded him of his own battles. Sadly the blind spot his opponent tried to exploit would be deduced, the luminescence spilling from his adversary's blade was readable, even despite the ambient lights that waved into his peripherals.

The initial charge was diffused as all he needed to do was jump back, he could have parried the blow but that would have thrown his own momentum off course.
"First mistake."
Maleus' dashed towards the younger Zabrak, a heavy over-head struck was directed over his head. His form matching the style of Juyo, the trademark of the Sith. "Learn from my attacks or die where you stand."

 

[Larkoon Darkmat'r]

Larkoon bites his upper lip. It was in his experience that he would not be able to be a trained warrior of the force. It was expected, but still frustrating. Jumping head into combat was a very dumb move for the white Zabrak. "Damn..." He growled as his master retreated. Lar's eyes emit a crimson glow. The boy could not totally dodge this move, as it sliced through the front of his shirt, cutting his flesh and splattering a maroon streak onto the floor, as he jumped back. It burned....It hurt...A strange kind of pain. Like being scrapped by a blaster...A REALLY BIG blaster. THe boy kneeled onto the ground from the shock of the pain. "Gah...." It was a good thing he was a Zabrak, the shock would have stunned him for a moment longer.

"I'm sorry Lord Maleus..."

Slowly the boy stood up and raised his blade in a improvised position again. "I'll be more practical..." This time, the boy would await his order to come to his opponent. His eyes shiver on his face from the saber burn.

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[Maleus]

"Do not call me Lord." Maleus pulled a remote from his waist-band, the device itself was tethered to the training droids consciousness. He thumbed the activation switch and several moments later ten Droids made their way to Larkoon. They were all unarmed but they would still be an obstacle he'd have to surmount, and even still, they would not hesitate to kill.

"Juyo is practically one of the few forms that you need throw caution to the wind... There is no defense, only offense. You kill before you're killed."

 

[Larkoon Darkmat'r]

Lars Stood up with a vein popped up on the side of his pale, sweaty head. "Ju....Yo...?" He mutter to himself. A new martial art..Apologizing to his teacher seemed...Too much brown nosing, so he just nodded in compliance. Quietly, he analyzed the movements of the droids. "Caution to the wind...Eh..?" He thought as he looked to the bots. Whatever this form is, it must require a demand of agility, something the boy had no problem with doing. Lars tilts his head to the side with a innocent smile and simply says: "Why not..?" Assuming the bots are attuned to his speed, the young man uses his strength in his legs to lunge to the left droid, attempting to slash it in half from it's waist next, he'd swing a kick to the right droid. The power is miscalculated and he instead is pushed away from the droid.

" Focus..."

This is perhaps out of character for a sith, but the young man isn't giving in to his emotions, simply because he wasn't taught to.
But soon that would change, as since he didn't take out the other droid immediately, it would drag him into a serious battle. The boy swings his saber after the bot's neck, attempting to sever it's head from it's body, only to catch a punch to a gut, sending him flying off his feet "Uggghh!" He'd grunt as he lands onto his butt, rolling back a few feet. "I will not be bested by a piece of machinery..."


Utter contempt.
Rage.
Anger.

HATERED!

The boy stood, his eyes now glowing an light orange color from the esculation of darkness in his heart. The nerve of this machine...It will not win!

The young Zabrak again--Lunges after the droid in a Juyo boistered stab --still a little sloppy and drives his blade through the bot's chest. Without hestitating, the kid drags his blade upwards through the machines chest and head, splitting it with the saber. "HURRRAAGGHH!" What a rush for this kid.

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[Maleus]

Sparks popped intermittently, broken husks fell to the ground. Fragmented droid pieces flew around left and right. Whether Lars knew what he was doing was of little consequence, he was doing what came naturally in this situation. The reverie this form granted the user seemed to imbue them with a sort of high.

Those high velocity staccato bursts were more than enough to cut through the most formidable of defenses. Perhaps appraisal was in order? No. Unwise. Positive reinforcement bred insolence among the Sith.

Still, Maleus watched on.. He waited knowing he would not be needed for some time. For his role in this was to simply over-see that Lar's was not killed, but of course he couldn't let the lad know he had a safety net.

The roof parted in halves, two robotic droids bearing electrical staff's neared the pale Zabrak. Lightning arched from the double pronged tips. The jointed beams in their grips whirled menacingly around them.

"Kill."
They charged Lars.

 

[Larkoon Darkmat'r]

The pale Zabrak couldn't help but be a little disappointed in his teacher for not coming at the boy himself, but alas the training is still real.
Deep in his heart, he didn't care. Just as long as he learned more in this 'force'. More droids..More training...Neat. The boy stands up, breathing heavily and snaps up out of his stance, tiliting his neck. Bones snapping could be heard, before he opens his eyes with a soft and unsettling smile on his pray. Yes, as his father taught him in mental combat, view all enemies as pray with minds. Droids are no different.

Despite having fun, this is gonna take a tole on his thin body. High-speed fighting, he has to get used to throwing his body all over the place. Learning to cut down his enemy in a flash of white, that's how it has to go. The boy lifts his saber up next to his head while staring down the staff-users. The boy had the advantage of being smaller and fast enough to keep up with them, but not enough power to take on head strikes.

After catching his breath for a second, Lars rushes over with the blade held out to his right. The right droid jabs his laser staff after the boy. Quick thinking allowed the boy to move out of the way of the stab and sustain only a slash on his shoulder. More bleeding. More rage. More enjoyment.

The boy swings his blade to disarm and remove the dominant arm of the droid. The other droid moves in to cut the boy down, slashing his back. "ARRUUUGH!" It cuts a slash across his back. The wound spurts a little blood, that hurt, and pissed him off. The boy snarled as he hops over to knee the droid in the face, stunning it and splitting it down the middle and moves to stab the bot coming behind him.

"Is...That all...?" He says while breathing heavily and chortling.

He's learning, all thanks to his zabrak heritage he has not dropped from this pain.

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[Maleus]

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[Larkoon Darkmat'r]

Over already....A nice bacta tank bathing would be good for him. But in his state, the young man was in pure words 'amped' This has been what he was looking for. Lars felt his father's training would not push him to his limits. The young man kneels on while holding himself over and breathing heavily with a grim smile on his face.

" Yes...Lord Maleus...."

He'd say as his saber shut off. Without saying anything, the boy placed the learning saber on his hip. Tomorrow, the boy is gonna train as hard as he possibly can on this technique. The form of Juyo. The pale Zabrak is fanatical in learning better skills, so we all know it's gonna be loud training.

"You have my thanks..."

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