Shadow Hand
The powerful heat from Korriban's sun boiled the sun bleached rocks, and scorching winds howled through its vast valleys, ravines, and open rocky plains. To any naive fool or those without the gifts of the force it was just a desolate rock, one people were shocked to think there were people who chose to actually live here. Korriban was a powerful nexus of the dark side, a heart beating with darkness for over twenty thousand years. Beneath the earth was many, many layers of blood, bone, and shattered ruins of ancient bygone ages. The true sith species might have gone extinct long ago but they left their ancient mark permanently fixed on this haunted planet. The Fury-Class Sith Interceptor that belonged to Darth Prazutis was carefully hidden in one of the many valleys that dotted the surface. It was registered to one of many countless backstopped fake identities that he had in place in case of scrutiny, and one was set up for his apprentice [member="Briga Tiin"] for just the occasion. Korriban was a required destination for all Acolytes of the One Sith, it was the heart of Sith History. They always felt strongest on the nexus that was Korriban, a planet once saturated with ancient relics now gutted to the supports after thousands of years of looting.
Prazutis stood at the top step of a nearby ancient ruins of a Sith Temple, most likely forged many thousands of years ago, carved with magic out of the very rock that surrounded it. Thoughts raced through his mind on the previous events aboard the Accuser. When he planned a trip to Dosuun he did not at all expect all of this to happen, picking up the goddess of the caprine people who was now his apprentice. He was made acutely aware of the inner desire that secretly drove his apprentice, the struggle she fought to keep it under control. It was by her doing that she enabled it to flourish and grow without a leash to monitor it.
The woman was reluctant at first to embrace the teachings, the doctrines he was laying out before her. She even lashed out in an effort of compassion for those three worthless whelps she called maidens and close friends, her greatest weaknesses that could easily destroy her if manipulated. So he was forced to show her their treachery, how easy it was that trust could be abused, and how loyalty could be thrown away so easily when the weak minded come face to face with a little pain. There was something inside her that snapped as the information came pouring out. As if some dark vault was smashed open and a darkness spilled out from within, a colder side of apathy and absolute ruthlessness was put on display.
She personally helped in the torture of her maidens robbing her favorite of her horns, a symbol in Caprine society. Even more he was made witness to her savage whipping of Livna, and subsequently Tool. Hatred, Anger, Rage burned like a fire with each strike of the whip while malice fell from her words like water out of a faucet. Prazutis wouldn't admit it but he felt prideful to see his apprentice finally seeing the truth, and that was when their training truly began. He began educating her about the philosophy of the Sith and its ancient history, key information for all Sith to hold. But he also began teaching her about people and how to read them, the arts of deception and how to better play the game of lies and deceit, as well as teachings of the dark side. It surprised him how well and how quickly she learned, and with powerful drive for more.
More. The woman's desire practically controlled her, dominated her psyche when unleashed. It was never sated for long normally. The woman's exception progress had its rewards and he proved true to his word. He would teach her how to control that desire, and how to keep it in check in more ways than one. Prazutis would sate the desire in long passionate nights, and occasionally days. It was insatiable and often infectious when released, it didn't surprise him how easy it was for her to manipulate other men, she turned this desire into a deadly weapon to get whatever she wanted. He walked over to Briga on the steps and placed his hands on her shoulders, looking out into the distance across the wind swept plains.
"Korriban is where the history of the Sith Order begins. Many of the legendary Dark Lords of ages past have walked on the same ground you stand." Prazutis said, his head turning to look at his apprentice. "When calling on the dark side feel your anger, your hate, it will start as an burning ember. Feed that burning ember until it explodes into a raging inferno. It is a tool to be used, a power to heighten your senses or strength you may tap into to destroy your opponent." Prazutis told her.
"There are three different types of force powers, you will be learning from all three. The first is called Offense. Powers from Offense are immediate, dynamic ones that require little exertion, typically used in lightsaber combat, so they can be used at any moment. Think of it as a dagger saved in reserve for a fatal thrust, for example the push." Prazutis exclaimed, thrusting his hand forward towards a rock. Bursting from it came a rippling wave that crushed it, blasting its shards all over the area.
"The second section is called Body. Powers of the body are abilities that draw from the living force itself. They emanate from the cells in your body, and effect the physical structures of others. You will find that it will be much harder for you to call upon the force when you lose limbs, and replace them with cybernetics, as those cells are now gone. The power of lightning falls into this category." Prazutis again threw his hand forth as a powerful crimson lightning erupted from his fingertips into the sky, the smell of ozone filling the air.
"The third and final type is called Mind. Powers of the Mind draw from the unifying force. They operate on a far different field than the physical ones, the field of memory and thoughts. The disciplines of the mind are mentally taxing and require intense concentration to use. No matter how strong your opponent is physically, only psychic clarity will help them on this field of battle."
