The Royal Guard (Khotaa Abazi)

[Mythos]

As Many of the Soldiers before him worked as a team and lifted the crates easily one particular soldier went at it alone... and failed. "You have anger... Use it, you have Hatred, Use it. But know your limits and overcome them."

Mythos took the steel crate and raised it over his head effortlessly. "At some point i am going to let this Steel crate drop on your head, Use the force to hoist it and become stronger, or decide to be a weak frail pathetic excuse for a warrior, and do us all a favor and die beneath its Durasteel Might. Success of Death. " With that he held the Crate of steel less and less strong so it's height would fall more and more on to the apprentice who was before him.

He was stronger than the rest, as the rest worked in unison, this one preferred to work alone. [member="Darth Ophidia"] had taught him the simple and graceful art of Telekinesis, yet here he was using her exact teaching on others to better their strength. It would not be long until Mythos dropped the crate on his head, but he wanted to give him a chance to succeed first.

[member="Rafeesh"]
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[Rex Power Colt]

Never mind. Will change post.

 

[Khotaa Abazi]

"Let's not kill each other now; I want to get paid, not killed sir." He said with a grin that was clearly a way of saying how possibly unskilled he was. He may not want to cause doubt in Mythos, but he did want him to take it slow. A Sith can get carried away sometimes you know. He placed both hands on his pike, and watched Mythos take his stance. For some reason it felt... Novice? But why? Khotaa began to ask himself why Mythos was here in the first place and then he remembered his telepathic words not so long ago on the field. Was he wanting to learn it? Or was this just a way of testing his strength and seeing if Khotaa could live up to his words? For some reason, he didn't believe that Mythos was here to simply just practice with him. It seemed... unorthodox and, to be honest, not like royalty. He would give him his best in this duel for practice.

"Shall we do Velocities?" Khotaa asked. It was a simple training style that most people knew about where both participants would practice a sequence of attacks, repeating them over and over again while getting faster and faster, until one was hit or yielded by saying "Solah". Not sure as to how the Sith wanted to practice, or if he just wanted to literally duel until he said so. He was the boss after all, he would ask for it was his choice.

Khotaa would take the stance of Makashi, or Form II. He knew a small amount of this from his days of young under the slavery of an evil and cruel master. He learned it through a cell mate who understood it, and the only thing they had to practice with was a couple of long iron poles that were used to tie disobedient slaves to and force them to carry very heavy objects like rocks water buckets. The Makashi form is known as the form for lightsaber dueling and Khotaa would eventually kill his master in a duel. This was his first and only form that he understood. And he did not have any force training at all. He didn't even know he could be trained in the force. The problem with Makashi form is that it focuses on smooth and precise movements where a long pike makes such precision much harder, but more powerful.

Their duel began. And it was spectacular.

[member="Rex Power Colt"] [member="Darth Mythos"] [member="Rafeesh"]

 

[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh nodded. He found his memories. He found those that had been forgotten beneath his misery of the time. He pulled those dark thoughts and memories out, he let his pure hatred build up for a few moments. He distilled it in his mind, then allowing it to slip out into his Force. He could feel the sudden increase in his power as he turned his attention and might towards box falling from above. He was not as strong as [member="Darth Mythos"], but he was able to stop the movement of the box. He took a deep breath as he held it and then put his mind to crushing the box.

At first nothing seemed to happen, but after a moment indents began to appear on the surface of the durasteel crate. The sides began to be pushed further inwards as Rafeesh turned his whole mind to the task. He could practically feel the box as he crushed it. His hands closed and he let out a quiet cry as the box imploded and then snapped to pieces under Rafeesh's barrage. He realized that he was breathing heavily as he looked about for a moment. His vision was blurry but soon returned. Oh how that made him more angry. There had been a time when he could have accomplished this task easily, but now he was weak. In that weakness he was ever more angry.

"How was that, sir?" He belatedly added the last part, forgetting for a moment the person who he was talking to was the emperor of the planet.

 

[Lief]

Kida had thoroughly enjoyed basking in the sun, but the day was drawing on nicely and Kida was getting rather hungry. Rising from her place upon the grass the young child wandered back inside, on all fours - because she didn't really enjoy walking like an upright! - with Groom hot on her heels. Knowing where her papa had previously been, the little girl hastily made her way back there, however what she saw inside made her hair stand on end and the lowest, most vicious of growls to escape her throat, making her sound more like an animal than a child.

Everyone was fighting! Even those not physically engaged when she entered were stood in offensive or defensive positions, Kida was very good at picking up on such things. Without warning Kida raced over to her Papa and stood between him and the men he was testing; her head sunk to the ground and once again she growled, her eyes narrowing toward the men. No one would hurt her papa, not on Kida's watch!

[member="Darth Mythos"] @[member='Rafeesh'] @[member='Khotaa Abazi'] [member="Rex Power Colt"]

 

[Mythos]

Mythos laughed "Well death is a constant possibility of this job in order to get payed. You are a Guard, of The Emperor of Atrisia" Mythos stood and used the force igniting his light saber and bringing him to his face using the force to impale him with his lightsaber. Of so it would have been if he sought to kill him. He aimed for the throat the blade angled horizontally and pause a millimeter from his neck. The Style he was practicing was Niman. "Your training will be hands on, you will fight or you will die, Survival and Victory, Strength and Power, Glory and Agony All come hand in hand and will be yours is you are willing to Empower yourself to Achieve this."

He only dared partake in this style as it was essential to learn when he had learned all the previous styles before it. Mythos was adept at all form of lightsaber except this one, Niman was the sixth form in the basic forms of Lightsaber combat and it required Moderation for ever move. It was impossible for Animus who at the moment focused on Juyo and aggression to master but he did his best, using the Force to only pull and to bring him to his lightsaber.
[member="Khotaa Abazi"]
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Mythos laughed as he nodded, That must have been quite the rusty crate, still his power was sufficient, he would wield him and mold him into a weapon of destruction to unleash upon his enemies in the battlefield. The eyes of his fellow classmates watched in awe at the most powerful of the pack, they quickly recognized his superiority above all of them. Mythos was impressed but he would not show it, his student needed to learn there was power yet to be attained. The best way Mythos had learned abilities was to have them first done onto himself however this particular ability, was obligatory to learn by feeling it's power. Without hesitation without prior warning he blasted [member="Rafeesh"] with bolt of Force Lightning that would send him trashing to the floor, It was a a necessary tool...

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[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh flew back and landed on his back on the ground. He knew this pain. It had been his companion for many years as he had tried to climb the ladder of the Old Sith Empire. It had been a long time, there was a small amount of comfort from the excruciating pain, it was a reminder of his past. He had been treated like an animal once, but had outgrown his rivals and had risen far beyond them. This man was teaching a lesson, the same one that Rafeesh had been taught a thousand times over in his time. It was the same here. He would accept the lesson and grow from it.

For the sake of [member="Darth Mythos"] Rafeesh let out a cry. He didn't want his new master to think that Rafeesh was as strong as he was. He could handle pain, that was easy. He just had to focus a single thought and push all else away. He pushed himself to a half kneeling position while the lightening barrage continued. He stayed bow headed, but he had moved while under its effects.

 

[Mythos]

Mythos stood before his new Guard member as he struck out in a lightning blast that caused the training around him to stop as his fellow guardsman watched in shock and awe as he was blasted by Sith lightning, this was a gift because now [member="Rafeesh"] was able to do exactly that, Blast Sith lightning from his Hands with the Power of the Dark Side. Mythos could feel the strength and power this one had and there was no use in hiding ones potential and strength from Darth Mythos. "The Force is strong with you...." Mythos said in a low and powerful tone followed by a laugh. Oh what luck he found himself having lately, Force Sensitive Warriors lines up before him in search of power and greatness that he was more than happy to provide... In exchange for loyalty and service that is.


Mythos stood and disroped his upper body and gave his chest to him in an open challenge. "Now You let your hatred and Anger be your strength. Use what i have taught you. Attack me!" His voice was not only a challenge but an Order, He demanded him to attack him force Lightning and to put him down with the very attack he had just taught Rafeesh. Once he unleashed Force Lightning from his hands Rafeesh would be able to do it on command from now on. It was an Impossible Skill to use unless previously used upon ones' self. yes... He was strong... a perfect addition to Mythos' Forces.




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[Khotaa Abazi]

His words would sink in. Victory or Death. Strength and Power. Sometimes Khotaa just wished he was everything he wanted to be in terms of strength. To save the ones he called friends, to save the ones who called him friend. Loyalty was something that Khotaa would come to realize was something that Mythos didn't ask for, he required. If he were to stay, he would stay until the day Mythos or himself died. So much for exploration?

What was he to empower though? He spoke of achievement, but what did Khotaa want to achieve? These thoughts would scatter in his brain and Mythos would soon overpower him. Khotaa was not used to someone with such aggression, it seemed like his goal was to kill him. It was terrible and Khotaa was in for it. Swings got more powerful and even his reach advantage was getting smaller and smaller until Khotaa was forced to be so defensive that he missed many opportunities to get an upper hand. He was scared. Fearful. Mythos was powerful. He was advanced. He was also drawing on the force.

The battle certainly lasted a long time, but Mythos did not tire, he was not fatigued by the length of time nor the amount of energy he seemed to using for every attack. Khotaa lost his ground and as he took a side step to regain some new found ground, Mythos took the offense and slashed the pikes hilt and as the lightsaber flickered off, Khotaa turned to avoid the songsteel lightsaber coming to slice him in half. It connected. His back now burned heavily from the swing. It was enough to throw him to the ground. Unable to move. Almost paralyzed. He laid there, uncertain off his death. He was not feeling the pain yet, he would turn over and look into Mythos' face, to see his intent. To survive this simple training duel was maybe more than he could handle. It was up to Mythos to decide his fate.
[member="Darth Mythos"] [member="Rex Power Colt"]

 

[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh listened and waited only a moment before he stood. He took a moment, closing his eyes, which wouldn't appear any different on the outside due to his helmet. He allowed his anger once more to fill him, to this he added the pain that resonated through his body. It had hurt, very much so, but he had been able to contain it. He held in all of it until it seemed to boil over. He extended his hands and felt all his power directed to his new master.

Lightening burst forth from his finger tips. It was probably nothing compared to [member="Darth Mythos"]' ability, but it was much for Rafeesh. He held the lightening for what felt like an eternity, in fact it was only five seconds. His mind was delighted with the fact that he could call upon the power now, it was a step closer to being what he once was. He stopped and felt winded at the exertion. He shook his hands a bit before looking to see what had happened.

 

[Mythos]

Mythos shook his head, "You have too much fear in you..." Mythos was ruthless but he was at times kind... with reluctance he did what he had to do... he needed to teach his Commander of the Jar'kai a Lesson, he was good... he learned Makashi as he could see and now through his training with Mythos had learned a bit of Niman but he needed to learn that Failure was not an Option...

"Your Enemies will kill you if you show weakness, you will die and there will be no one to mourn your loss. One day you will appreciate why i am about to Hurt your right now... But that day is not today" With that Mythos blasted him with Sith lightning while he was on the floor and he did not relent until his body was scorched and furiously scarred with the massive currents of electricity. It was a gift as much as a punishment, for one could not deal out Sith Lightning until one had properly been at the receiving end of such an attack. "You will be the Commander of one of the Greatest Battalions the Galaxy has ever seen... Khotaa... " His words carrying certain emotion... "You Must be a God in the Battlefield. Don't let thoughts of enjoyment other than blood could your vision, there will be time for this, You are a Commander not my Slave, you are free to do as You Wish to lay in the Beds of Women or men, in every corner in the Galaxy as long as when i call... you answer." His smile was completely contradictory to the pain he was putting Khotaa through... but it was tough love, the Kind that Khotaa would thank him for in the long run.

Mythos removed his robes and bared his Chest at Khotaa. "Now you do it, I know you have the Force in you so you will Unleash the Darkside from your body and into me... Use the Fear, Use the Anger, use the Hatred and Vicious Brutality of a wild Animal testing through survive. That Pain? Use it, Feed off it, make it your Pain your Strength and no one will be able to use it against you... What i just did to you. You do to me.... Now" His voice was not a request... his voice gave a command.

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The Bast came as Expected, Mythos could have brushed it off or blocked it with his lightsaber to the side but instead he embraced it, he showed him what true power was by taking the lightning blast and only giving out a massive roar that fed upon the pain of the Shock. He had endured far worse than this, he had fought and killed men, his body mutilated at the Steps of Adas' Tomb, the Force Lightning from an Acolyte tearing and ripping through his flesh was nothing Mythos could not handle. His Hair was now much Shorter, his Duel with the Dragon of Mandalore had scorched his flesh and his burn marks were now a part of the decor that was his body, a testament to his battles was the scars that enticed his body. When the barrage ended Mythos locked eyes with him... Yes... he would do. He laughed clapping his hands and came forward, "You are strong in the Force... you have a natural Knack for it, i will still teach you much from this day on but now i am here to teach you something else, something that you will need as My Commander." He Smiled as he dropped his newly appointed title. "As Commander of the Bulwark you will need one extra Ability that you must then teach onto them, Darkness.... will not stand in your way... Meditate with me." Mythos then Sat in front of him and crossed his legs in a lotus position, his robes flat to his back as the grass sank beneath him. Breathing in and out he cleared his mind and closed his eyes, still scorching from the Sith Lightning Burns it was easy for Mythos to push away the smell of burnt flesh... he had grown accustomed to it.


@Rafeesh @Khotaa Abazi
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[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh obeyed, kneeling on the ground, burnt grass surrounded him from where the lightening had singed it. He closed his eyes and let the Force flow over him, he pushed the pain away, knowing it and attempting to accept it. He did not have the many scars that [member="Darth Mythos"] had, Rafeesh had been blessed as a gifted individual among the Sith of old where power quickly separated the weaker from the lesser. He had quickly risen the ranks, proving his strength by growing faster than those around him. He would have to get used to the new order.

He fell into the trance, allowing himself to be pulled in, allowing the pain to simply add to the feeling. It was a calm that he rarely enjoyed, he had learned that emotion was the foundation of Sith. He had believed that it was the control of emotion, to use it but never let it cloud one's vision. He had been called a Jedi once for that. He had been a Jedi once, that did not make his philosophy incorrect. It was simply a different view. He did not judge those that saw the Force their way.

 

[Mythos]

Mythos let the wind guide him into calmness, a stilled rage and a focused anger of the Dark Side, he let it fuel him with it's darkness and power, an unbridled Well of boundless Energy... that was the Dark side. "The skill you will be learning will seem simple and nonthreatening, however it has saved my life countless times."

Mythos with his eyes closed he opened his eyes of the Force, seeing all living beings and all that contained force energy, he saw the signatures and the outlines of the trees and stone of the ground. "I can see that Soldier to our right fumbling with his lightsaber, I can see that beetle to your left dug in through the grass, i can see the outline of your face even below your mask.... Focus the Force on your eyes... this may take a long time... so be patient." Following the training of [member="Darth Erebos"], he made an image of the symbol of the One Sith in his hand. "When you are ready, tell me the Symbol i have in my hand"

@Rafeesh
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[Lief]

Nobody was taking her seriously!

With another semi-loud growl, reminiscent of a lion cub, the small child turned in frustration and bounded from the room. In the time she had been protectively placed there no harm had come to her Papa, she realised now that they must have been practising, but was she really that bad at inspiring fear? Well she would show them! They'd be terrified if they saw her transform!

But her papa did not like her doing that indoors, she scratched up the tiles with her claws and well... It was unbefitting of a princess. So she fled outside with a sullen expression and lazily lounged in the sun again. Woe to she who could not express herself through words, surrounded by individuals who relied far too heavily on verbal communication. They could learn a thing or two from her more animalistic traits, that was for sure!

 

[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh attempted to obey. He felt as if he were sinking into the Force, beginning to sense that which was around him more acutely. He tried to focus the Force through his eyes. At first all he felt was his mind beginning to come out of the Force, losing his meditation. He let go, allowing himself to return to the calmness of meditation. He tried again, focusing on the Force and seeing through it instead of through his eyes. It took a few moments before he began to 'see' things around him. He could only see basic shapes and their auras. Even then it was faint. He looked towards [member="Darth Mythos"], only to see a blurred bodily form.

He took a deep breath and focused a little more, his mind broke meditation and he cursed himself under his breath. He let go and fell once more into the meditation. He cautiously began focusing on his eyes and the Force. He began to see, so he focused a little more. Now he could see more clearly, but even so everything was still just a shape, more clearly defined but still just shapes. Over the next minute he focused more specifically, until at last he could see relatively clearly that which was around him. He looked at the hands of Mythos, but the symbol was strange to him. It looked like the old Sith Empire insignia, but it would make no sense for this man to have made that symbol. He remembered in his studies of the present he had found a symbol very much like this one, but he couldn't place it. It was Sith, he knew that. "It is a symbol of the Sith." He spoke with only the smallest hint of uncertainty.

 

[Mythos]

Mythos watched and awaited patiently for Rafeesh to adopt the Skill, and once he had, thought it did not take him long Mythos nodded. He remembered when he first learned the skill seeming ages ago but it was not fully a year since that has happened. The Beauty of seeing things with Force Sight again as he saw them now seemed like truly seeing for the first time. It was a wonderful feeling and experience that brought a smile to his face... when times were so much simpler, for sure. "Well Done, You learn Fast. You and i will be Learning Soresu and Shi-cho very soon i do hope, in the mean time i will task you with training the Men under you with what you have learned until they all know it. Force Lightning may be more difficult but if you can get a few to learn it, it would be an amazing feat for sure. "

Mythos smiled and put his hand on his shoulder. " will make you a commander of Legions" Behind him Mythos summoned an Illusion of a Thousand Marching soldiers like the one under him and a loud scream that sounded as it they themselves were real. The Illusion was as Simple as digging into his Mind so he would see what Mythos wanted him to see. "You Will March at the head of the Most powerful armies to ever walk the Galaxy if you continue your Path. I do not ask for Loyalty, I demand it and reward it. Is this acceptable to you? "Mythos smiled, he wanted this one as his apprentice... he wanted to knight this one himself... how it be possible? Could the One Sith Earn a Knight from him? We shall see...

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[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh listened and stood. He opened his eyes and felt a small amount of relief from the pressure of using the Force. He had never used or known of that Force ability. It was a unique ability and one he contemplated working on in his own time. When [member="Darth Mythos"] created the illusion, Rafeesh smiled. Yes, it would be a good learning experience. This was his place for now, commander of many, ruler of none.

He nodded, replying, "It is, master." He could remember an old oath of loyalty: I shall love which he loves and shun which he shuns and I shall never through will or action, through word of deed, do anything that is displeasing to him. That sounded right. It sounded perfect for the current circumstance.