Jake Daniels
Archduke of Dantella IV
Rust. A common ailment to many metal weapons in the galaxy that were not cared for. The iron oxide consumed the metal and eventually tears it down into nothing. The once useful weapon is nothing more than a red pile of waste. Darth Gravis, after a semi-retirement to start his family with his Masters blessing followed by four hundred years as a naked popsicle, was feeling the same effects that rust had on metal. His body was old. His mind even more aged. For months since awakening, the man worked with the Noghri of Honoghr. They helped to slowly rebuild his body mass while working on his mind. They failed in a complete reforming of the rusted weapon. For that, Darth Gravis needed to go to the experts. Having recently joined the One Sith, or as Gravis affectionately called the, the biggest dog in the yard, he had been biding his time. He was useless in the force. He could do basic telekenetic’s and telepathic abilities. Nothing more.
That made him a liability in many eyes. Even the Jedi had scoffed at him. That was until his Lady Silencia saw potential. What do you do with someone who had promise in the forms of lightsaber combat but wasn’t as strong in the force as others? Train him to be the best with a blade and even stronger with his mind. That was how he had been trained. That was how he brought a schism, in his day, to the Jedi Order on Naboo. He did. Unfortunately his prowess with the saber had waned. He needed that back. He needed his advantage. He was here to once more grab that proverbial golden apple and use it to get what he wanted. How does one go about doing it? How does a former Master of a Saber go about getting that skillset back? Easy. Start where it all began. Darth Gravis had put his name in for training. A Sith Knight asking to be trained wasn’t rare by any means. One asking to be retrained in one of the most basic aspects of Sith life, Shii-Cho lightsaber combat? That was rarer than a white whale.
Yet Darth Gravis knew his limitations. He understood his weaknesses. He had received word that a Lord had accepted his request for training. That’s why Darth Gravis stood in the primary training grounds at the Sith Academy of Glee Anselm. Darth Gravis may not have liked… anyone… in the galaxy. Not anymore. That did not mean the man didn’t understand the value people had. If a Lord was willing to train Gravis in the most basic of lightsaber techniques, if this same Lord would help Gravis Master this particular ability before the Knight moved on to the next form, then this Lord would be given the respect he or she deserved.
Gravis didn’t kneel nor bow before anyone except his own Master. That was the old way. That was his Lady Silencia’s way but there were other means of showing gratitude and respect. Darth Gravis just wasn’t as traditional as many of his contemporaries. So here he stood, in nothing but the robes he had worn since hisLady Silencia unleashed him upon the galaxy, waiting… patiently… for this Lord of Darkness.
That made him a liability in many eyes. Even the Jedi had scoffed at him. That was until his Lady Silencia saw potential. What do you do with someone who had promise in the forms of lightsaber combat but wasn’t as strong in the force as others? Train him to be the best with a blade and even stronger with his mind. That was how he had been trained. That was how he brought a schism, in his day, to the Jedi Order on Naboo. He did. Unfortunately his prowess with the saber had waned. He needed that back. He needed his advantage. He was here to once more grab that proverbial golden apple and use it to get what he wanted. How does one go about doing it? How does a former Master of a Saber go about getting that skillset back? Easy. Start where it all began. Darth Gravis had put his name in for training. A Sith Knight asking to be trained wasn’t rare by any means. One asking to be retrained in one of the most basic aspects of Sith life, Shii-Cho lightsaber combat? That was rarer than a white whale.
Yet Darth Gravis knew his limitations. He understood his weaknesses. He had received word that a Lord had accepted his request for training. That’s why Darth Gravis stood in the primary training grounds at the Sith Academy of Glee Anselm. Darth Gravis may not have liked… anyone… in the galaxy. Not anymore. That did not mean the man didn’t understand the value people had. If a Lord was willing to train Gravis in the most basic of lightsaber techniques, if this same Lord would help Gravis Master this particular ability before the Knight moved on to the next form, then this Lord would be given the respect he or she deserved.
Gravis didn’t kneel nor bow before anyone except his own Master. That was the old way. That was his Lady Silencia’s way but there were other means of showing gratitude and respect. Darth Gravis just wasn’t as traditional as many of his contemporaries. So here he stood, in nothing but the robes he had worn since hisLady Silencia unleashed him upon the galaxy, waiting… patiently… for this Lord of Darkness.
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