GhostOfProtocol
The OOC One
The main training room of the Atrisian Palace was spacious, a large alter against the wall, the same alter that Colt had crushed when training himself. Lucky for him, his master had been able to rebuild it, otherwise he was sure something bad would of happened. Darth Novus paced the room lightly, waiting for someone. His apprentice was strong, but untrained. His apprentice was weak, foolish, but he was useable, he could be shaped into a great Sith.
They would be training with real sabers, real pain. Colt had turned his blade power down however, he would hurt but their would be no loss of limbs. His mask reminded him constantly of the damage a real powered lightsaber could do. He'd lost an eye in a battle, he wasn't loosing anything else. The high pitched noise from the small speakers on the mask itself would fill anyone with fear, which was perfect. His apprentice needed to fear to unlock his pure potential.
He crossed his arm, breathing heavily.
They would be training with real sabers, real pain. Colt had turned his blade power down however, he would hurt but their would be no loss of limbs. His mask reminded him constantly of the damage a real powered lightsaber could do. He'd lost an eye in a battle, he wasn't loosing anything else. The high pitched noise from the small speakers on the mask itself would fill anyone with fear, which was perfect. His apprentice needed to fear to unlock his pure potential.
He crossed his arm, breathing heavily.