Turning Iron Into....Better Iron...?

[Enoch Zambrano]

Fresia, the Temple of Pain​

Enoch stood outside the Sith Temple. He'd been here, once. Then he was just an Acolyte. But now, now he had evolved into something greater. The young man was no where close to the apex predator he sought to be, so that was he was on Fresia for a second time. To be honest, he would've rather not come, yet he wasn't one to disobey the Aspect of War. With a deep sigh, Enoch walked forward into the temple, one hand resting on his saber, the other hanging down at his side. Maybe soon, he wouldn't need the saber. Well, scratch that. Even if the Sith Lord was willing to teach him Sith Alchemy, Enoch would probably still carry a saber. He brushed the thought out of his head, and kept walking.

Hopefully, the man wouldn't kill him, for while he had agreed to meet the One Sith's newest Knight, he hadn't quite agreed to teach Enoch. Zambrano or not, he'd find out soon. Enoch nodded to various other Sith, students and teachers alike, as he padded through the temple. Thinking back to when he was last here, Lord Bane had allowed Enoch to study under him with a group of other Acolytes, though to be honest, Enoch wasn't listening. As he entered the Dark Forge, Enoch kept his head low, giving a slight bow. Slowly, he rose his head, orange eyes peaking out from underneath tussled black hair. Thirst. The look was evident in the Knight's eyes. And not for water, for knowledge.

"Darth Ferus..." Enoch tilted his head slightly, showing the man a knowing smile.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Alchemy. It was a dark art, a blood art. Ferus had an unnatural love for the art, possibly due to his heritage with it. Standing in a dark robe the man gazed over [member="Enoch Zambrano"] with deep red eyes.

"Good, on time. Shall we get started without delay?" Turning from the boy the Sith Lord motioned him closer. On a table before Ferus sat a number of items. Durasteel, glass, leather made from an unidentifiable skin. "I will show you how to alchemize quite a number of materials, and what the use of each could be. Sound good?"

 

[Enoch Zambrano]

"Sounds fabulous. So, what will I be learning first? Alchemized blades...? I've heard you can do that...heard you can make a Wookiee speak basic, too, but I'm sure that ones a hoax." Enoch gave winked at Ferus before looking back down at the table. Enoch's hand brushed across the various items, his hand stopping on the leather. He picked it up, observing it with his steely orange gaze. With a grunt, he set it back down, and moved to the glass. He repeated the process several times, looking over each item. They all seemed rather simply, yet Enoch knew Ferus would show him their true potential.

"Ah...sorry. Go ahead."

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Teach a cookie to speak basic you say? .. Well, I know what I will be doing next." This was more of a bemused mumble to himself, but he watched [member="Enoch Zambrano"] examine the items. At least he took it upon himself to learn more, rather then demand and wait for knowledge to be handed to him.

"As one gets better with alchemy, they can shape items within basins. We're not going to do that just yet, but see if you can infuse the blood waters into the items, without consuming the items themselves." He moved right over to a nearby alchemical station, one of many within the Temple, and waved a hand. "Bring the Durasteel over here, lets see your potential."

 

[Enoch Zambrano]

A smile cracked Enoch's lips as the Sith Lord spoke. When asked to bring the durasteel to him, Enoch didn't hesitate. He grabbed the metal, holding it under his arm and pressed up against his body. Enoch's second hand grabbed the leather for good measure. Presumably they'd be making some sort of weapon. Enoch had no clue what else would be made with the metal besides armor, and they'd most likely want leather for that as well. Not to mention, Enoch was sure they didn't have enough Durasteel to make a suitable set of armor.

"What'll we be making, Lord Ferus. I'm assume some sort of sword, yes?" With a clunk, Enoch dropped the metal down on the table, laying the leather next to it.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"We're going to be making a rather unique sword. Or dagger, which ever suits you more I suppose." Ferus pondered this for a moment. Was [member="Enoch Zambrano"] a sword user? Dagger? Or did he not even use a blade to begin with? The man mentally shrugged off the questions, he nodded once to the basin itself. "Set the metal within the the basin, and set your hands on the rim. The waters will obey you, but you must channel the Force into the waters themselves."

 

[Enoch Zambrano]

"A sword sounds brilliant." Enoch set the durasteel in the basin, placing his hands on its sides as he was told. He closed his eyes, bringing up the Force inside of him. He felt its power surge through him, his emotions running wild and his mind feeding off their powers. Slowly but surely, the water began to move, albeit unsteadily. Enoch kept his focus for a long time, trying to weave his energy into the metal. He saw a blade in his mind, and knew that he could create said weapon. Eventually, after a few minutes and much failure, he stopped, and opened his eyes to face Ferus again.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Do not think of the two substances as different now. The blood and the the metal are now one, together in the liquid. Melt the metal, infuse the blood, and reshape it into a solid." Simple to say, but perhaps hard to understand. Ah well, such was the way Ferus spoke. Red eyes continued to watch [member="Enoch Zambrano"] regardless, a grin slowly forming.

 

[Enoch Zambrano]

Enoch shook his head slightly, preparing himself for the next metal bout. It took all of his strength, and by the time it began to happen, his eyes were white knuckled against the basin. Slowly, the blood and the waters molded themselves over the metal, overlapping in intricate strands as they enveloped the bar. Then, almost instantaneously, the fluids sunk into the metal. Enoch could feel his heart pounding in his chest, like it was going to explode. Everything was overwhelming, the raw emotions he had to conjure, and the surge of power. The durasteel began to shit, rippling slightly as if it had now become a liquid, yet still rather solid. Then, it stopped, Enoch fell backwards, coughing as he felt massive pain well in his torso.

Damn coomb spores...

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Red eyes watched [member="Enoch Zambrano"] closely as he began the process. It was never an easy thing to begin, but once you began, getting a grasp on it was simple. Though as the man stumbled back Ferus found himself slightly confused. "You alright boy?" The Lord moved over to his side, but made no move to help. Sith didn't need help at his level after all. Or at least, that's how Ferus viewed him.