Emperor Xhinx
Jen'Kovoti
DISBANDED
Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos
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Training
- Thread starter Emperor Xhinx
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Cameron Centurion
The First Son
The large Sith Lord had never made a 'house call' before. In fact...he'd never trained an apprentice prior to now...not all the way to completion. Generally, they did something to provoke his envy or displeasure to such a degree as they forfeited their health benefits. Whenever he put the effort into teaching another the ways of the dark side, of the Sith, he remained forever skeptical until proven wrong. The fact that this particular Acolyte apparently preferred his Master to come to him was so amusing and ballsy that Ashmedai could not help but...entertain the situation.
Once his Infiltrator had come to a stop on the landing pad, the dark-skinned Sith descended the ramp to find a number of servants and guards ready to escort him inside some type of estate. The Sith Master perked a single, amused brow at the sight though the gesture was completely obscured by the hood of his crimson-accented, silver cloak. No words were exchanged between the Sith Lord and this Acolyte's servants. Ashmedai barely spoke more than two words at a time to his own servants. Hardly a reason to expend breath on those that were not real people in his mind anyways.
After a brief trip through the estate, Cameron was eventually shown to a room and left alone. With a brief motion of his hand, he opened the door and stepped inside. Immediately, his gaze swept over the large but dangerously skinny acolyte. "It would be best if you exited this estate expeditiously, acolyte." The Sith Lord offered no explanation before turning to retreat, expecting the acolyte to follow but not particularly caring if he did not.
Once his Infiltrator had come to a stop on the landing pad, the dark-skinned Sith descended the ramp to find a number of servants and guards ready to escort him inside some type of estate. The Sith Master perked a single, amused brow at the sight though the gesture was completely obscured by the hood of his crimson-accented, silver cloak. No words were exchanged between the Sith Lord and this Acolyte's servants. Ashmedai barely spoke more than two words at a time to his own servants. Hardly a reason to expend breath on those that were not real people in his mind anyways.
After a brief trip through the estate, Cameron was eventually shown to a room and left alone. With a brief motion of his hand, he opened the door and stepped inside. Immediately, his gaze swept over the large but dangerously skinny acolyte. "It would be best if you exited this estate expeditiously, acolyte." The Sith Lord offered no explanation before turning to retreat, expecting the acolyte to follow but not particularly caring if he did not.
Emperor Xhinx
Jen'Kovoti
Xhinx nodded his head and started to follow. Xhinx noticed an irritate look on his masters face, and did not care to ask. "kam kash tujenti vaeka nuyak meistras {What is thy bidding my master?}"
Cameron Centurion
The First Son
Ashmedai did not respond to the Acolyte until they had exited the man's estate and were standing outside. Turning around to face the estate, the Sith Lord spoke in an even, deep tone. "Tell me, Acolyte. Do you know what it means to have nothing, to be nothing?" Naturally, he knew of the man's background and, therefore, knew the likely answer to his inquiry.
However, Ashmedai patiently waited for an answer to his very simple question as his silver-green gaze swept the grounds before him. The strength and power of the Force swirled around him like an invisible tornado of energy as he poked and prodded through the Force, sensing out the key structural foundations of the residence.
However, Ashmedai patiently waited for an answer to his very simple question as his silver-green gaze swept the grounds before him. The strength and power of the Force swirled around him like an invisible tornado of energy as he poked and prodded through the Force, sensing out the key structural foundations of the residence.
Emperor Xhinx
Jen'Kovoti
Xhinx thought back to his past, he remembered him standing alone as a child. "Xaz nuyak meistras nu dovanoti { Yes my master, I remember being completely alone... }"
Cameron Centurion
The First Son
Ashmedai gazed at the man in silence for several moments as he contemplated a response. In the end, his response had nothing to do with the conversation. "You have ten minutes to pack one, small bag of essentials. Meet me back here. We are leaving." The Sith Lord did not elect to convey to the Acolyte just how long they would be leaving for.
Anything the man might need, would either be provided or Xhinx would have to acquire it on his own.
Anything the man might need, would either be provided or Xhinx would have to acquire it on his own.
Emperor Xhinx
Jen'Kovoti
Xhinx prepared a few holocrons, his sabers and was all in check, and returned to his master remaining in silence.
Cameron Centurion
The First Son
((OOC: Sorry for the delay))
There were no words exchanged as the Acolyte returned. Swiftly, Ashmedai guided the individual towards his waiting Infiltrator. Once they were aboard, Lord Ashmedai piloted the vessel out of the planet's atmosphere. Within the hour, they had entered hyperspace and were enroute to their destination.
Returning to the main cabin where he'd left the young Acolyte, Ashmedai asked a simple question. "Tell me, Acolyte, what is it you crave?" The dark-skinned Sith's tone was one of almost indifference. Though this Acolyte, perhaps, knew his name, Ashmedai had not given it to the man in any formal or informal sense. At this point, the Acolyte's name was irrelevant. He had no name. He had no past, and effective immediately, the Acolyte's only purpose in life was to serve his master.
Such would be the nature of their interactions.
There were no words exchanged as the Acolyte returned. Swiftly, Ashmedai guided the individual towards his waiting Infiltrator. Once they were aboard, Lord Ashmedai piloted the vessel out of the planet's atmosphere. Within the hour, they had entered hyperspace and were enroute to their destination.
Returning to the main cabin where he'd left the young Acolyte, Ashmedai asked a simple question. "Tell me, Acolyte, what is it you crave?" The dark-skinned Sith's tone was one of almost indifference. Though this Acolyte, perhaps, knew his name, Ashmedai had not given it to the man in any formal or informal sense. At this point, the Acolyte's name was irrelevant. He had no name. He had no past, and effective immediately, the Acolyte's only purpose in life was to serve his master.
Such would be the nature of their interactions.
Emperor Xhinx
Jen'Kovoti
Xhinx stood silent for a few seconds, until uttering short words. "Power, death, destruction, blood running down my robes."