The Royal Guard (Khotaa Abazi)

[Mythos]

Atrisia... Land of Lands...

Recently Appointed Emperor of Atrisia, Will of the Emperor and Defender of the People of this Planet, Mythos did not let it get to his head, he realized he needed something very substantial and one of those things was the Royal Guard. Formerly they were known as the Palace Guards but Mythos had Dissipated that old order in favor of building a New one from Scratch while still keeping the Veterans of the old Guard as Teachers and Instructors. [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] had been so kind as to send the Best instructors of Glee Anselm over to begin the indoctrination of these young Men.

Mythos was not garbed in fancy Emperor clothing but in his Battle Armor from the Atrisian Armory, he looked over the field he had chosen at three hundred men and women of Atrisia who lined up before him. This day would be long, as of these three hundred only a few dozen would be chosen as the Initial candidates for the Royal guard and even out of that dozen Half would be disqualified... this process would happen various times until exactly three hundred remained in the guard... Three Hundred of the Best men and women of Atrisia, three hundred Warriors and Loyal to only Mythos... and The Emperor of the one Sith. Mythos, unlike the emperors of old walked in between the lines of the men and women eyeing them one by one, signaling out one every time he sensed the force in them... Because of course... every member of the guard must be force sensitive.... this would go on, for quite some time... but he felt that today was going to be... Special, for some reason. [member="Kida Malgus"] of course, Princess of Atrisia was here, dressed in the Gowns of a Princess and wearing the Tiara Kallisto gave her. Every once in a while she would catch Mythos' eye and make him smile, she sat in a fancy chair placed in the middle of this big place overlooking the Ocean. So far... Uneventful.

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[Khotaa Abazi]

Arriving on Atrisia not a moment too soon, for as Khotaa quickly eyeballed the crowds of Jar'Kai he noticed not one but a few well built men. He instantly recognized them as being Guards, and seemed to be recruiting as well. "You hiring?" Khotaa replied as calm as he could while also looking as confident as he could.
"Yes, you are to meet in this field where you and 300 other men will gather to be selected as candidates for the Royal Guard." His tone professional and direct.
"Easy enough to follow, I'll go immediately."

Once Khotaa arrived in the field and took his position, there weren't too many other applicants yet. For the most part only a few dozen. Some of them whispered and spoke amongst friends and Khotaa only got a few words like "Sith" and "Force". He shouldn't have wasted his time because he couldn't use the force and if they want Sith then they certainly must be able to use the force. He might as well give it a try, it's not like they kill the people who don't qualify.

The one walking through the lines was whispered to be Mythos, and royalty. Maybe if he just impressed the one in charge, they might overlook the whole non-force user part?

He approached one-by-one, simply nodding or waving a hand every so often as those men were singled out. So few were though. 'I wonder what he is looking for?' Khotaa pondered. 'Nobility? Wealth? Who that girl thinks is cute? It seems almost random because that human is certainly just not worth a seco-' he cut himself off for Mythos approached. Khotaa was desperate for a steady job, he would just about do anything to get one. He took a chance that he may end up regretting.

Mythos now stood 2 people away from him, he passed both of them. Now standing in front of him he realized just how young he looked. In his 20s and very thin, but fit and with a stance that showed experience well beyond his years.

This was the moment that Khotaa was either in or out. Using his telepathy he singled out Mythos and said what he believed was enough to make him worth noticing. "Trust me, and I will prove my loyalty."

It was all he wanted to say. Khotaa stood their, motionless and ready to accept any order given, and was also prepared to fight for his life if it went south. He waited for what seemed like an eternity..

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[Mythos]

As Mythos walked between the Men he stopped in his tracks as it seamed one of the men here was not like the other... Out of three hundred men The one that stuck out like a sore Thumb apparently was not just unique in looks alone. The message he received in his mind was read loud and clear and he spun on his heel...

He approached the Man subtly and with dignity standing right in front of him. The first thing he felt was that he was Strong in the Force and as such gestured him to move into the the Dozen so far that had been selected to join the guard. "We Shall see Outsider, we shall see"

Outsider, it was term that he had adopted because of his many months in Atrisia for now, this world got so little out word visitors that someone like him was a Unique sight to behold. He was hesitant, he was already in bad terms with some of the more conservative and Traditional members of the Jar'ka Senate floor so he did not know if adding someone that was not Atrisian to the Royal guard would be seen as Favoritism or an Insult to the title. The reason why he did not hesitate was because every single one chosen so far had been Atrisian born, the only Man not from atrisia so far as he could see was this tall looking fellow. Once he had chosen those he was adding to his Guard then he would move on to individually address them, for now he continued walking. The man would be lined up to the Dozen or so Atresians and Handed a Lightsaber with a Red Core Crystal... what came next was the Fun part. For now he walked and continued to single out those he considered to be worthy of the task.... indeed this day was turning out to be interesting after all.

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[Khotaa Abazi]

Outsider. A word Khotaa had heard many times in his travels throughout the galaxy. He would pause and look over each of the dozen or so individuals that he were already selected. Most seemed like capable atrisians but something was different about these men. Something powerful. This was not going to be an easy task since they handed him a lightsaber. Khotaa had only used one once before, when he was very young. It felt right to have one in his hand again, but it came with heavy thoughts. Many years ago, he had killed an innocent once with it. But now wasn't the time to think of such things.​

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It seems that the task at hand would be a test of strength. 'Since we are using lightsabers someone is probably gonna die and I would like that to not be me.' He thought to himself. As he waited and listened to next set of instructions, he felt strange. Like he was hearing an echo coming from within himself. It's because of Mythos. Some of these men here could feel it too Khotaa imagined. Mythos had something and Khotaa wants to know more.​

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[Rex Power Colt]

The sun beat down, hot and hard. It would have become more than just a discomfort had Rex actually been doing something to prove his dominance, rather than just standing around and playing statue. Lucky for him, he had donned a white tank top and work out shorts today. Official looking men wearing various types of armor walked around looking people up and down and picking very few out to go over and hang out in a much smaller group.

Rex hoped that this job opportunity wasn't based on looks. He was certainly an imposing and bulky figure, but he never won popularity contests. He felt like he should be beating something to death with a tree to prove himself worthy of this inner circle. Instead, he was about to be inspected like cattle...bad ass cattle, that is. The sun lead him to glare at everyone and everything, including the person who eventually came to inspect him.

[member="Darth Mythos"] | [member="Khotaa Abazi"]

 

[Mythos]

After a long while Mythos Finished picking about 50 Men and Women when he came accros the sight of a man who looked like a brick wall, he did not seem force sensitive but his sheer size and look made up for that. The Unit Mythos was creating was meant to be a singular Force Sensitive Warrior group but for this Guy who Reminded him a bit too much of one comedian [member="Edward Blake"], he would make the Exception. "And with you, with finish big guy."

Once he had finished at the Selected were separated he stood before all those who were no chosen to speak. "If you were not chosen today, do not be discouraged, there will still be opportunities in this New Atrisian Power we are creating and there will still be more chances to join the Royal Guard, Persevere, focus, discipline, there will be more chances... if you did not make the cut today you might make the cut some other day, keep at it.. dismissed."

He turned back to the fifty men selected, each one handed a lightsaber that was as deadly as the one he himself was wielding. Pride, his lightsaber came to his hand and he extended it into the air, it's black core of energy humming over his head. "Not all of you will wield this, but all of you will be required to know how to wield one moderately well..." He paused while he stepped in front of them twirling it in his hand and using the force to levitate it while it was still ignited. "You will Split now into Groups of Two" His voice was finality, power and authority. This day had only just begun.

[member="Rex Power Colt"] [member="Khotaa Abazi"]

 

[Rex Power Colt]

...What the feth was this? A lightsaber? Bah! He'd never wielded one before in his life. This would be interesting for at least today, but ranged weapons were his preference...unless they came out with a REALLY big lightsaber! Like, a light club! Or a light mace! Yeah! The possibilities were endless...right? Anyway, he followed orders like a good soldier and started off in one direction away from the others. Seeing someone take the initiative, a few, than many followed him and stood by him. Of course, there was confusion about how many needed to go for the two groups to be even, which lead to more time being wasted. Rex was bored.

He easily held the lightsaber with one hand and flicked it on with his thumb. The blade snap hissed into the air and he gazed at the red blade. It felt so light in his hand, yet he knew that the destructive force of this weapon was frightening and somewhat unnatural. Rex HATED fighting force and lightsaber users...but now that he had a lightsaber, he could probably make a small exception...at least for now.

He practiced a couple of heavy, broad swings. His lightsaber style was currently just an adapted version of his fist fighting: straightforward and overpowering.

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[Khotaa Abazi]

'Splitting into groups of two, this may not be good,' he though to himself. 'Are we intended to fight them or is this just practice? After all he never said we got the job yet.' Khotaa began feeling focused. He looked at the group of men and saw that some of them decided to split from the group. Did they know each other perhaps? Probably, and probably just want to partner with someone their own speed. Khotaa remained still and looked over his saber. He could feel the power it had and just knew this had killed people before. This all was strange, but Khotaa was in survival mode. Khotaa is used to having some range since his preferred weapon is a pike, so instead of having a long weapon, he would settle for a longer reach and chose to stand by some men who were a little shorter than the rest and see what the plan was.​

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If they were to be chosen then so be it, if he was to choose then he would pick survival.​

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[Mythos]

Mythos stood before them once they had all gotten settled and stood next to each other in nice orderly filed Formations of Groups of Two, he shot a Wink at a few of them and patted another few in the back after all the Men and Women had seen what a lightsaber was and he noticed many of them started already practicing. "As you can see every single one of you has a Red Lightsaber Blade, the reason because of this is obvious, I am a Sith" He let the word sink in, it was True and by the Wrath himself he would not let any of them ever forget that fact. "There is no Peace, Peace is a Lie, there is only Passion, through passion i gain strength. Trough strength i gain power... that is as far as we will go today." He smiled noticing many were a little dumbfounded with the Philosophical discussion and were surprised to see this be a theme.

"As a Sith i do not tolerate Weakness, i value strength and Power, and this is what you will show me today" he spoke louder and with more power this next sentence as it was their first true test of what it truly meant to be part of the New Royal Guard, "an Elite Fighting Force that will be the Death of anything and everything that stands in their way. The Person you are paired with... is now your enemy... Kill or Die, the choice is yours... Survival and Victory, Win and take your next step in becoming part of the Guard, Lose and Die...." [member="Darth Ophidia"] spoke those words and now he trusted they would understand. "Success or Death Gentlemen... Live it, breath it... Make love to it, those words will be a part of you as they are a part of me.... Begin!"

And with that... Blood would be spilled this beautiful day.

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[Khotaa Abazi]

"...Lose and Die," he said.

Khotaa immediately felt a rush or adrenaline course through his veins. He instinctively swung hit lightsaber at the man next to him while simultaneously making a step away from him, taking by surprise. Unfortunately he ducked, his reflexes were sharp. Today held no practice for people, no training. Whom ever is stronger from the start is the one to survive. Experience is something he had, and a lot of it too. 175 years of it in fact. There were somethings he knew that his opponent was much too young to know about and Khotaa would use it against him.

As they flourished and dueled each other, the Atrisian would try his best to get close to Khotaa. A spin block form him was met with a side step from Khotaa. It would not be easy and with his range, Khotaa would be able to make offensive moves while still being out of counter attack range. The Atrisian grew angry and Khotaa could feel that while this duel lasted a long time indeed, he felt no fatigue from it. He knew he was winning. The Atrisian made a gutsy move to start playing safe and allowed Khotaa to make one of his most aggressive and dangerous moves.

Khotaa lined himself so their toes matched up. Khotaa swung and spun from the left side, feinting a powerful strike. As the lightsabers barely grazed, Khotaa continued to spin while lowering himself low to the ground and swing again in the same fashion. The Atrisian saw the aggressive maneuver and acting in defense, jumped the lightsaber with ease. However he jumped too high and as he was landing, Khotaa stopped his spin on a dime. He faced away from his opponent. He almost missed his mark, but it was good enough. While his lightsaber was close to his body and face, Khotaa made a front flip. Half way through the flip, he extended his saber out and cut the man's thigh and fighting arm off. He dropped to the ground.

Khotaa had made a very large mistake with his positioning and could have been killed if the man could predict what he was doing. The bold move did almost him his life, and he may not be so lucky next time. Not wishing to see him in pain any longer, cut his head off with clean execution. Many of the people had already finished and were watching. Some impressed while others stood in examination. It may be that in the future, we would be at arms again.

He listened and looked for Mythos for he knew he would speak to the group again. He stood still with his lightsaber humming, and his opponent dead.

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[Rex Power Colt]

...Well, this was a conundrum. Rex wasn't being paid to kill someone this time. He was being ordered to fight someone to the death as part of a test. This was giving him conscientious butterflies. To make matters worse, he looked over and saw who his "partner" was...it was a 5'10" athletic female. At first, he contemplated going through with it. She seemed at least somewhat capable, but the initial frightened look in her eyes when she saw him turn on her gave her away: she wasn't ready to face him and would surely die if she did.

Fething frell me... He thought to himself. He took a couple steps back. He didn't want to kill her. This was ill-matched. He looked around and noticed a beefy man who was a few inches shorter than him square off against an ill match of his own. He bounded over to the beef boy and shoved him over with a kick to the side of his pelvis. The beefy guy's lightsaber dropped from his hands. He turned to the guy who would have had to fight Beef and said, "Go fight her..." He nodded his head in her direction. The man excitedly nodded his head in agreement and ran at the woman.

He turned back to face Beef, who was quite angry for losing an easy opponent. A string of profanity came out of Beef's mouth. He didn't waste time listening to the foul man. Instead he charged him. They both clashed and locked arms with each other. Beef tried to kick him, but Rex was stronger and locked their arms together so that they were too far away for his leg to connect.

Rex than brought Beef close to him and brought his knee up to Beef's crotch. It was a shame that Beef was also wearing workout clothing. Rex shoved Beef away and brought his arms up. Beef surged forward and started wailing on him with his fists. Rex shifted and twisted to weather the blows with his arms and fists. Beef got sloppy and his arm extended past Rex. Rex grabbed the fist and brought his right elbow down on the middle of Beef's arm. Beef's arm bent slightly the wrong way.

It was when Beef stumbled back that Rex went on the offensive. He slapped at him with his left hand while he punched Beef's vulnerable openings with his right. He stepped on Beef's right foot and shoved Beef. When he went down with his leg sticking out, he stomped on Beef's leg. The impending, sickening snap spelled the end for Beef and Beef knew it. He started panicking and struggling even more, despite how useless his trouble making was. The only problem now was finishing him off.

Now he realized that he had left his lightsaber behind. It lay on the grass a few feet away. He walked somberly over to it and picked it up. Activating the blade and hearing the vicious snap-hiss of the blade, he walked back over, the sounds of desperation becoming louder from Beef. Rex could have pulled the man's arms off and beat him to death with them. He could have stomped the man's throat flat. He could have stepped on him. But, no. This man had been forced into this situation and he had fought as well as he could against a superior opponent. Orders demanded that he kill Beef, but Rex wouldn't relish, rejoice, or extend the pain any longer than needed.

He simply walked over to Beef and stabbed the saber into Beef's brain. He waited until the spasms stopped to deactivate the saber. He walked away from the corpse and dropped the lightsaber on the grass. He sat down next to it and stared at the grass until the sounds of battle died down.

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[Lief]

Kida was sat quietly, as she had grown used to by now. Being that she was the Emperor's daughter, she was expected to attend long meetings and the like, and being a noisy wild child did not bode well with such. Her feral side now rarely showed unless alone with Mythos and Groom, outside, or if the circumstances were dire and called for it. Her ability to walk and talk had begun to take form, also, thanks to the caring attention given by Animus.

So Kida sat in her oversized seat and swung her dainty legs a little, watching Groom as he lolled about the place. But the day dragged on and Kida began to grow tired of her place, so she gently crawled down from her seat, gestured for Groom to follow, and began to explore a little. Animus was busy enough not to notice at this point, although his occasional glances in her direction had been noted. Still she was quiet and polite. After all she was a Princess now!

Once out of sight from her Papa and the men he was working with, Kida pounced on Groom and tussled with him the way the pair always did. The ground was hard against her back when he pinned her down but the child barely noticed, she had faced far worse in the past. Once they were done she leaped through the rooms and out the door to sit on the edge of the patio, staring out over the sea. Kida could swim, but not very well. Mostly in lakes and pools. She was no match for an ocean. Groom, however... Groom loved the water.

She watched as he rolled down the hill toward the cliff, and yapped at him. He was going to get hurt if he wasn't careful! And besides, Kida wanted some attention from her best friend. Reluctantly Groom returned to her side and the pair lazied around in the heat, basking beneath the sun. She hoped that her Papa would be done soon, so that they could play together. She enjoyed their quality time, even if it always seemed to be interrupted by business!

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[Mythos]

Mythos watched the fighting ensue, one by one the men started to thin out and die, out of the original fifty men their numbers split exactly in half, the triumphant stood upon the corpses of the fallen and the dead were dragged off until the bloodied battered victors remained. Mythos nodded to one of the Caretakers to keep a close eye on Kida even though Groom was more than capable of handling the task himself, Mythos always had an extra set of eyes placed around Kida when his were too occupied or otherwise invested in Missions or other things of the sort. This was different, he was happy she was away not to see what just transpired. Overall Mythos was pleased, this was exactly what he expected, ruthlessness and brutality.

He started to slowly clap as he walked forward, the suddenly stopped. "Excellent Job Ladies and Gentlemen... you have just finished your first and most important step in your Ascension of becoming a fully fledged member of the Royal Guard of Atrisia, this has earned you a simple stay in the palace, where tomorrow your training will continue undaunted.. you have taken your first life in the line of duty... realize it shall not be your last. Form up and march to the Palace, Dismissed!"

Mythos smiled as the guards walked by, taking particular interest in the two special snowflakes in the team, the Two Big Men, They were not as they seemed, obviously different, yet Mythos would not acknowledge their existance just yet, they still had a lot to prove but today they had taken the first and most important step in that road. Soon they would be Royal Guards and would have another chance to prove their worth, for now they would enjoy luxuries given to the Royal guard such as R&R and the best food they had to offer in the planet.

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[Rex Power Colt]

The big man stepped forward and Rex hopped to. He stood up, listened to the man's words, and was among the first to form up. This caused men to follow his lead and form up behind and to the side of him. He still kept his eyes stony and facing forward, not wanting to look back on what he'd done. Of course, he swept his gaze to his right to see how the other ranks were forming up. He immediately saw the woman he had saved to his right, leading her own column. She smiled and waved when he made eye contact with her. There was a smear of blood on her left cheek, so, after genuinely smiling and waving back, he signaled to her that there was something on her face. She made a face that made her look like she was saying, "Oh!", licked her no-doubt dirty fingers, and wiped her cheek. It seemed less red now, so he gave her the thumbs up.

Everyone had gathered now, so he started marching forward, following an official who stood in front of all of the columns to lead the way to...wherever they were going. Turns out it was a palace...Well, I guess there would have to be some place of high importance to guard if Sith Nobility was gathering a Royal Guard. Doi! The march of the penguins was long and annoying, but they FINALLY made their way inside the palace. The regal hallway seemed too decadent for 25 sweaty, grimy, and blood-caked men and women...mostly men, though.

After he sat dejectedly in a long shower and donned simple, comfortable garb, he answered the dinner bell and went down. This was all very nice. Killing the jerk had a nice reward to it. He hoped that all of this niceness wouldn't get to him, though. Becoming soft and fat was the last thing he'd want to do. He met the others in the dining hall and took a seat near the head of the table. He spotted the same woman from before, who politely smiled before looking away. He returned the courtesy and then he, too, was more interested in the table cloth.

[member="Darth Mythos"] | [member="Khotaa Abazi"] | [member="Kida Malgus"]

 

[Khotaa Abazi]

"Omh my goodmness." He said with his mouth full of ribs. He dies for ribs! They are just so juicy and delicious! Khotaa was a bit surprised that he had such an appetite after doing something like killing a person. It was for a job though. It was also mutual understanding. It was not as if the guy was an innocent person that had nothing to do with his task. He was an obstacle and that's why he died. Khotaa would long outlive him anyway, so it's no big deal. Maybe the guy would have killed him later if he didn't kill him? Crazier things have happened in this universe.

Sitting towards the middle but close to front said that Khotaa was interested in what Mythos had to say, but not so eager as to obey like a dog and start playing fetch. Spice runs were just the worst, Doing nothing but flying back and forth between two places so someone get his/her fix? Ick. It made him sick to think about. Khotaa went back to enjoying his ribs though and before Mythos might return to greet us, he decided that it would be best to wipe his face off. Best impressions of course.


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

 

[Khotaa Abazi]

After dinner was over, Khotaa was more or less curious as too the finer details of his job. Specifically? What kind of techniques/training was too be done. The actual training room in the palace was quite large and spared little expense in making it's equipment and computers state of the art. The massive place was seemingly overwhelmingly unused which cause Khotaa some concern. Why would such a great training hall be so empty? Who was hear before and what happened to them? There should be some form of organized training things here he could use or study for awhile, while he waits for further instruction. The last battle he had was too close for comfort and he wanted to make things cleaner and more precise next time. Khotaa picked up a few rather unique weapons, tested them, swung them around for a few seconds then put it back as if examining it before he purchasing an item. He saw a curved saber, a lightfoil, a vibro ax, all very deadly weapons at best. But Khotaa was looking for the one he always loved, the Pike. He picked it up and while it's not the most graceful of tools to use, but it delivers very powerful blows while at a dramatically long range, taking most opponents at surprise. Khotaa was always underestimated and his opponents lack of knowledge was always there downfall. With no one else currently in this training room, Khotaa grabbed the pike and started to practice some moves he knew well and some that he knew about. It was a long time before anyone would find him, but that was alright, because Khotaa was in the zone. It seemed like hours would go by in a few minutes and he didn't even know how long he had been there, but he was getting a lot better at what he is told is Makashi. Not master level, but he would be there one day.



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

 

[Mythos]

Mythos saw one of his Guards take a Pike and begin practicing his skills with it, this was the Same man who had Telepathically spoke to him in the first day of training. Mythos watched form a far for a long while before approaching the man and slowly un clipping his saber from his belt and taking his time to observe the man. "Do you mind if i join you?"

Mythos had a style he wanted to practice, and this stile was that of Niman, he would restrict all his movements to just this stile and what little he knew about it, a few swings and he was in position guard ready and muscles flexed and prepared.

He opened his guard read and too the forms' style before bending his knees and activating his battle focus and meditation before a combat encounter. Mythos' eyes opened slowly as two beams of yellow light and his robes came off like the wind commanded them. "Shall we?" He said with a grin and an inviting tone.
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[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh stood among the rest of a second group. He was wore his purple robes and helmet, definitely a bad decision given the bright sunlight. However, that was the only set of clothes he had, it was all he had had upon leaving the stasis chamber. Only his clothes and his lightsaber from all though years ago. He didn't mind the oppressive heat though, he had been in the same clothes on Tatooine so he was used to living in incredibly heat. The big difference was that when he had been on Tatooine he had kept a supply of water on him, a large one. Now he had a relatively small bottle on his belt next to the lightsaber.

He had come because he found he was in need of a job. He was still so weak and he needed money to continue traveling to find where he would fit. But then, if he were a guard he hoped that he would find this to be a good place to stay for awhile. He looked around for a moment, seeing only other people that had arrived for the same purpose as himself. He had heard that this man was an emperor. Rafeesh would have laughed to himself, after all he had once been a lord under the old Sith Emperor, any other Sith calling themselves emperor was nothing but a lie. He could put that aside for the man, he would have to. This was his chance.

[member="Darth Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Assembling the Guard for a massive training session, happy that under him were 25 Force Users, he would teach them the Simple art, of Telekinesis. In front of them was a massive stack of Iron and unbend able Durasteel. "Your Mission begins now" Mythos began, "as chosen of my guard you are, are all, well, with a single exception, Force Sensitive. Which means that you have a gift, within you. As a unit you will work as a team, to crush and to blast enemies of the One Sith in the name of the Emperor of the One Sith. I May be Emperor of Atrisia, but i am His Will, and to his will alone do i call Master as an extension... so do you"

Mythos took one of the massive durasteel crates and lifted it over his head, with a crush of his fist, he smashed it into pieces. Chucks of metal falling around him like a rain of steel and This battalion of the Guard would Focus on being Force Users more than Fighters, to use the force as a Team and crush his opponents into dust with the Force rather than with gadgets and such. "Now you, as a Unit, will do what i just did, focus on your object and try to wield it and crush it. as a Team, you should be able to, divided as individuals... you are nothing.. "

[member="Rafeesh"]​

 

[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh listened, the man was powerful, that was certain. He would be a good man to learn under, perhaps not the best to serve, but definitely worth training. He looked at the durasteel crate and focused himself. He allowed his anger at history begin to flow through him. He had much anger, much power in that anger. He had once been a Lord, but now he was weak and unable to do the simplest of tasks.

He felt the Force beginning to build as his anger begin to fill him. He forced himself to throw all his being into this, all his strength. Only through constant training could he become stronger. It was a sad fate, to lose everything. It was in a way worse than losing everything, after all everything had been taken from him while he slept in stasis for a thousand years. He hadn't had a chance to die along those greater than him, he had been forced to be forgotten and live through it all never saying goodbye or better yet dying with them.

His anger fueled his strength. He could feel the crate begin to lift, not very smoothly, but it was pulled from the ground. It raised about a foot before it came to a stop. He had both his hands out, feeling his strength falter. He had to fuel it more. He went through his memory and tried to find the most aggravating thoughts. He didn't know, nor truly care in that moment, what his future leader was thinking.

[member="Darth Mythos"]