Private The Howling Winds

[Crix Maden]

"You're going to go. That's final. Pack your things and be on that ship...or else.."

The conversation he had with his father still replayed in his mind. He felt so angry - so betrayed. It was as though his family had abandoned him and left him, but at the same time, he was filled with something else that was not entirely easy to decipher. Crix's sharp brown eyes settled on the group in front of him. They were on a ship with a narrow main compartment which had rows of seats facing one another and butts in each one. There were lots of kids, some confident looking and others scared. Crix landed somewhere in the middle in his mind.

As he thumbed the small sack of belongings he was able to take with him, he let out a soft push of air from his lungs before leaning his back onto the metal wall of the compartment. He tried to hone in on the various nondescript conversations occurring adjacent to him yet ultimately all of it was drowned by an over-head announcement.

"We are landing in five minutes, be ready to depart!"

Shit...this is really happening..

It was the longest five minutes that he had ever witnessed. He felt the ship hit the ground, and even then a few moments passed before the latches opened and the door opened so that the ramp could extend outwards onto the ground. The blinding light and sound of sharp winds howled into the gaping opening of the ship where dust scurried inward.

"Exit the ramp orderly and line up in the arena.."

Crix peered outard and followed the others out when it was his turn. The light was blinding, but he could see figures garbed in dark clothing...Crix was overcome with a sense of dread, of darkness. It was something he had never felt before and it scared him... as he had no understanding of it.

Tags: Darth Timur

 

[Darth Timur]

The Lord of Fear and Madness waited patiently between the landing pad and the archway leading inside the Sith Academy on Korriban. He was excited to teach a new generation of aspiring Sith the way of the Dark Side.

The wait took just a few minutes, but he finally watched a transport land on the pad in front him. He stood tall and dignified with his hands clasping one another behind his back. He tried to look both casual and professional with his hood down and his white hair showing in perfect contrast to his bright, sulfuric eyes. The first thing the students might notice as the door opened and the ramp lowered was a large scar going down the left side of the overseer's face. He'd gained it in training at this very Academy. That was a glorious day, especially when he got to make his assailant squeal and beg for mercy before torturing and killing him after forcing him to admit his weakness and Timur's own superiority.

Smiling in a way both friendly and terrifying, he greeted the students as they approached.

"Stand side by side in formation before me. Let me get a look at you. So you're the ones I must forge into proper Sith. I'm Darth Timur, Lord of Fear and Madness. I will be the overseer of your training for your time here. You will either rise to greatness in these walls or fall into obscurity. Congratulations on the opportunity to become one of the most powerful beings in existence. Try not to die..."

He paused for a moment before adding, "Follow me."

With that he turned around and walked toward the entrance doors to the great pyramid housing the legendary Sith Academy.

Crix Maden

 

[Crix Maden]

Crix fell into line. While before the group he was in was talking and joking around, they now seemed to have fallen deathly silent as they departed from the ship and onto the terrain of Korriban. The planet was like nothing he had seen before, and the air that he inhaled seemed inherently tainted. It was hot and harsh, and the red sands were encroaching and ever-present.

". . ."

When Crix first laid eyes upon the visage of the esteemed overseer of the academy, a foreboding feeling welled up inside his chest. Timur really embodied what Crix thought of when he imagined what a sith would look like. His piercing yellow eyes, fair skin, and ominous scar. It was even more than that - his aura is palpable. He made sure to listen to his words and it was almost too much to believe. What was it to be a sith? He had tasted the force but he wasn't sure what it was other than something mystical and enigmatic.

As for the temple, it was gargantuan and appeared to be ancient. A body of work - an opaque pyramid stretching into the howling winds of Korriban and its hot skies. He fell into line once again as they moved behind Timur and continued to listen to him. Several people in front of him, he could see something, or rather someone, who also met the description of a sith in his mind. She had small horns protruding out of her dome and her skin was purple and dark - her visage intimidating. Crix wasn't sure what to think of all this - he simply followed.

Here we go...

(Sicarius is joining us and plans to put their first post in today)

Tags: Darth Timur | Sicarius Hekate | Aximand Haxim | Crysis | Yraven Lakke | Krause Zelier

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[Aximand Haxim]

When Aximand first laid eyes on the "esteemed" overseer, he was simply intrigued. Younger than him, but yet, he was a Sith Lord? Of course no one would know that, as far as everyone was concerned he was a young man who barely knew how to weld the force. He glanced around to his fellow acolytes, but was met with nothing in return. It seemed the harsh climates of Korriban had put everyone on edge. Not Aximand though. He was here to succeed where everyone else would fail.

He knew he should've been scared, even terrified, but he wasn't. He was taught not to let fear overcome him, and it never would.

"The day you let fear become a part of you, is the day you will fall."

Even in death, his old masters words resonated with him. Of course, the death was orchestrated by the young acolyte himself, but that didn't mean he couldn't learn anything from the old man. He stared again at the overseer, "Thought you'd be taller." He muttered, barely loud enough for his fellow acolytes to hear. Though everyone seemed too stiff to reply, perhaps it was the temple intimidating them? Probably.

He fell into line as they began moving, now the real challenge would begin. He couldn't afford to be reckless, no, he had to the be the good acolyte that was expected of him. He took in a deep breath, and followed behind. He would not fail his objective, not today, not tomorrow, not ever.

Now the fun begins.

Tags: Darth Timur | Sicarius Hekate | Crix Maden​

 

[Krause Zelier]

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Krause stood there, observing from the temple entrance. An interesting batch, certainly unusual. The real question was, would they succeed. They would not, he would make sure of it. These would be the most difficult days of the young acolytes lives. He would've preferred a more impressive bunch though.

The towering Maelibi continued observing the group, for now he would simply watch and intimidate. See how they handled under pressure, and if they failed, well... Krause would do what he did best.

"Lets see why these 'hopefuls' think they have what it takes."

He began making his way to the acolytes, his feet thudding on the hard rock, his molten skin gleaming. Teaching young acolytes was a curse, a curse he would have to bear. He deserved to be in battle, but instead, here he was. He would redirect his anger at the acolytes, if anyone managed to withstand him, they certainly deserved a place amongst the Sith.

Tags: Darth Timur | Sicarius Hekate | Crix Maden | Aximand Haxim​

 

[Crysis]

The ship had finally landed, and Crysis disembarked with her 'fellow' acolytes. The Togruta maintained a broody, edgy look. Although young, the taint of the Dark Side was already arrant on her features, yellow hues staring dead ahead at the opposite end of the ship that she sat in. If anyone was sitting there, then they would unfortunately be thrust into an impromptu staring contest. She wasn't completely helpless, as she had been partly trained by the Sith beforehand, yet still, she had so much more to learn. The blank slate on her face betrayed the excitement she felt to return here.

They had found her amongst a group of traveling pirates. A perfect place for her talents. Pirates didn't ask questions, nor would they. Even though she had only barely gotten her feet into the true unbridled power of the Dark Side, she could practically taste their fear when she lived among them. They feared her power, her savagery. Now, she had returned back home to learn even more. She wondered if any of the other worms had survived from her time at the academy.

Though it wouldn't matter. Once one had the basics, everything seemed like a snowball effect afterwards. The Force taught her quite enough, and within that it instilled a sense of independence, and strength. All the same, when her group decided to rob a Sith frigate, it went without saying she was the last left standing. After killing a fellow Acolyte she was brought low by a Darth. She never got the name... After confirming her allegiances, he informed her that her Korriban was to be a meeting place for those that practiced the Dark Arts.

He would've allowed her to roam unchecked if she had the strength to fend for herself, but she did not have that yet. Enough to crush those that didn't wield the Force, and a handful that did, but not enough to be what she wanted. She wanted her name to send chills down the spines of her enemies; and perhaps even her 'fellow' acolytes.

That said, it was like she was going through this process all over again. And she had some slight experience in what would come... She would use it.

"Exit the ramp orderly and line up in the arena.."

Silence still, she knew better than to talk back, or ask questions. The directive was simple enough, and she followed suit. Moving until they encountered one of their would-be tutors.

She took a place left of Crix Maden with Aximand Haxim to her right. Standing at her full height of five feet, and eleven inches. A light, but steady scowl stripped across her features.

"Stand side by side in formation before me. Let me get a look at you. So you're the ones I must forge into proper Sith. I'm Darth Timur, Lord of Fear and Madness. I will be the overseer of your training for your time here. You will either rise to greatness in these walls or fall into obscurity. Congratulations on the opportunity to become one of the most powerful beings in existence. Try not to die..."

Crysis didn't respond to this, only blinking once after it was spoken. They would certainly try to kill her more than once... It was practically expected.

"Follow me."

And so she did, walking in step with the group when one of the others made a comment.

"Thought you'd be taller."

It was indeed barely audible, but she caught it due to their proximity, glancing to her left and right. She was going to keep away from him, not about to risk getting herself killed for his insolence. She had seen a young Acolyte die right where they were walking for an unsolicited comment. She was sure the one that delivered the blow didn't intend for that to be the outcome, but it was the outcome all the same. For now, she followed; paying attention to her surroundings.



Krause Zelier Darth Timur

(Apologies for no profile yet, but I wanted to get in on this. I've have it up within... Hmm 24-48 hours?)

 

[Crix Maden]

Death. Why did his father send him here? There was a vast range of emotions saturating Crix's thoughts as he followed along the path given to him by Darth Timur. He didn't know what to think, and he wanted to wake up to find this was all just some twisted nightmare he was having..But it wasn't.

Apart from Darth Timur, there were several sith masters that were following them and watching them. It seemed as though one, in particular, stood out from the rest, or was perhaps simply more animated and vocal that he stole the show so-to-speak. Darth Krix moved upon them and questioned their right to be there. Crix knew the situation, he would either find out he had what it would take or fall into the obscure catalog of acolyte deaths on Korriban.

". . ."

Crix wore a hardened expression and tightened up his form, attempting to emanate an aura that was formidable. He wanted to gain the teacher's notice, as he figured if he was going to excel he would have to show that he was one to teach. It was all a facade, but knowing the force just as much as someone who had no ability with it at all, he did his best to manage. As for the other's making noise, he wondered if by speaking out of turn - they were staking claims to some throne of dominance that he may have been thrust forward to take. Crix would find out.

Tags: Darth Timur | Aximand Haxim | Yraven Lakke | Crysis | Krause Zelier | Sicarius Hekate

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[Yraven Lakke]

Looking out the viewport, Yraven's silver eyes pierced through his silver locks and and gazed upon the lands of Korriban below. The sight of the Sith Academy caught his gaze for a moment as the ship landed at the starport. He followed behind the others as they stepped off the ship. He was a tall and gaunt being. His slim yet muscular figure was clear beneath his tight cloth tunic and pants. His eyes continued to wander as he gathered a good feel of his surroundings. The booming voice of another grabbed his attention.

Darth Timur resembled an Echani like Yraven, but he could tell that he was not rather easily. He did not hold himself like an Echani would. The attempt at intimidation was oddly timed. Perhaps effective on the others, but not Yraven. Yraven had exhausted all his fear long ago. It made him more careless in the long run, but an effective killer as well. Yraven followed the Overseer's commands and followed behind with the others into the pyramid that housed the Sith Academy.

Yraven looked on in mild shock as the Maelibus sized up the acolytes. Yraven refused to break eye contact with the Sith Lord, not allowing weakness to show so soon. Despite the outlandish creature that stood before him, Yraven stood his ground. He did not even break to look at his fellow apprentices. If they fell for these tactics now, they were not even worthy of his gaze.

He just wanted these games to end and training to begin.

Crix Maden | Darth Timur | Aximand Haxim | Crysis | Krause Zelier | Sicarius Hekate ​

 

[Aximand Haxim]

Aximand stood in still in shock, the acolytes behind him shoving him forward. He adjusted himself and continued walking forward as if nothing had happened. There was a Maelibi standing right there! Maelibus were rare enough on their own, but having one as a Sith was truly a sight to be seen. Anyone who knew of their history could under stand his interest in the species. Molten skin, able to easily deflect blaster bolts and occasionally a lightsaber strike.

He knew of this Sith in particular, Darth Krix. He made an appearance in an event, a duel to be more exact. He had won both fights with barely a scratch on him, it truly was a wonderful display of power. To think he would be training them. It was also frightening. Krix was still a monster. For now though, he would stay in line and follow. He refused to be beaten.

Hopefully his display of insolence would steer others away from him, the more they underestimated him the better. It would make it far easier to defeat them when the time came. For the time being, why not appreciate his surroundings? The temple was like any other built by the Sith, impressive, but not worth noting. The planet itself was a spark of interest, truly a historical place. One day, he would become a part of that history.

First, he had to succeed.


Tags: Darth Timur | Sicarius Hekate | Crix Maden | Yraven Lakke | Krause Zelier | Crysis​

 

[Krause Zelier]

As the hopefuls halted behind Timur, the Sith Lord went to join him. It wasn't everyday he got to teach, so he would make sure he left an impression. Any acolytes who believed this would be easy were about to be proven wrong. He wasn't here to teach, he was here to train. Whether they survived the process, that was up to them.

"Acolytes! I am Darth Krix, this is Overseer Timur. As you know, we are here to administer the trials which will show who is and isn't worthy to join the Sith Order. These trials were created to weed out the weak, and so it will. You will either live on as Sith, or die as a nobody."

This was nothing they didn't already know, but he had to ensure they understood. Here was where the cowards would be seen and dealt with accordingly. The Sith had no room for cowardice, they only had room for the strong. For those who showed true potential.

"For the duration of the trials, you shall be split into 2 groups. One led by Overseer Timur, and one by me. Acolytes Lakke, Haxim, and finally, Crysis. Here you will be put to the test, and I will decide whether you are worthy to join our ranks. The Acolytes whom I have named, come with me. Your trial has begun."

Tags: Darth Timur | Aximand Haxim | Sicarius Hekate | Crysis | Yraven Lakke | Crix Maden
(Next post should be your exit post)