Waking Up for Real

[ReTRAKKS]

[member="Darth Ferus"]

Darkness. The world around Gav seemed to sit in silence. Gav crawled out of her unconscious state, Gav's eyes opening before she'd even registered her surroundings. For the past few months, Gav had always listened around her before she awoke. For a galaxy so dangerous, Gav was cautious and aware by instinct. And, prehaps, it could be considered as a habit. Gav was greeted by the florescent glow of the overhead light, her eyes squinting from the touch of light. She blink various times before opening her eyes fully, which were still blurry.

taking her chances and sitting up, The pain in her stomach and torso hit her, which she slowed her movements. She didn't cry out, she didn't grunt, she merely took the course of action to tone down her pain. Besides the pain her wound, most of her body was sore, probably from being thrown around like ragdoll, and smashing into things. She recalled the bar and mirror she'd been thrown into. The man- who she'd learned was Darth Ferus- had earned himself seven years of bad luck due to the deed.

Looking down at the birth, expecting to see some medical equipment hooked up to her, Gavrriks noticed her armor was missing. A sense of alarm filled her. All she had on was her pants, and her tank top, which had a giant maroon stain over where her wound had been. She leaned back, recalling what had happened. She'd joined a group over death, all because one person had taken interest in her. The man who'd taken her lightsaber.

Gold Eyes said he was the leader of the faction.. She recalled, still using Xavka Duquo's nickname at her mental disposal. After all, she was mentally sluggish.

 

[Darth Ferus]

As a leader, there's a lot you have to do. From leading the charge to overseeing the training of those under you, you were always busy. Unless of course, you were Ferus. The man was currently sitting in a chair in a cormsr of the same room [member="Gav Arwell"] had just woken up in. And he was reading. A magazine. On baking.

Baking with the Naboo Elite.

Red eyes never once glanced up from the pages as the girl sat up, and as he turned a page he chose to speak. His voice was different from before, smoother, softer. Much more pleasant on the ears. This was probably a Force Trick, but he was usiig it to keep the female from becoming too stressed out.

"It's good to see you awake. But dont move so much, you'll rip your own stitching." Not that she had any. In fact, as she sat up she could feel the Force reacting around her. Her pain would fade away, and what little wounds she had left. It quickly became apparent that the healing was from Ferus himself, as a steady stream of the Force leached to her. It was dark however, cold. But it re moved the wounds.

"Well. You might have before. How do you feel?" Still not looking up from his book he continued to read and speak, his ears giving her all the attention she would need for now. Or at least, in his head.

 

[ReTRAKKS]

[member="Darth Ferus"]

"It's good to see you awake.."

Gavrriks turned her head sharply in the direction of the voice. Despite being told not to move as much, Gav's movements were still rather tight and swift. But it was a significant difference from her agility at the cantina. Gav's head felt heavy, but not from the pain. In the crosshairs of her vision, a few streaks of dull brown hair fell into her vision. Her hair was down. Someone had merely upbraided her hair, and now it was hanging past her shoulders with a wave. For a mere moment, Gavrriks darted her gaze around the room, until she spotted her twine and other hair necessities on the nearby nightstand. Reaching for the hair utilities, she picked them up and proped them onto of the blanket in front of her. She then returned her gaze back onto the man named Ferus, who was reading a cooking magazine. She said nothing of the ironic sight.

"It's an improvement from when we last met." Gavrriks said in her usual moderate, yet cold tone.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"That's good. Very good actually. I was hoping you'd be okay. Sorry about the mirror. And your back. Yeah, not my best work. But you not only got the drop on me, you escaped. Couldn't pass up training someone like that." Another page turned as he spoke. A smile formed on his lips as he was briefly distracted by a cheesecake recipe that seemed rather familiar. Probably from a past life.

"From now on you'll be training under me. Sort of. I have others I'll use to train you, but you'll essentially be constantly with me. Be it mission or meetings, I expect you to follow. In exchange, I shall teach you all I know. You will be stronger then you could ever imagine. Does this interest you?" Red eyes finally flicked up from the pages, staring directly at her. They were cold, dead. The eyes of a true Sith.

 

[ReTRAKKS]

[member="Darth Ferus"]

Gav listened to Ferus' various apologize, most of them for the fight at the bar. Gav multitasked while he talked, pulling back her hair and listening at the same time. Gavrriks had finished braiding half of her head when Ferus had smiled at one of the pages of his magazine. She made a careful note of his interest in baking. It was much easier to do the other side of her head, due to it being on her left side, and easier to listen to Ferus. Following up with his apology, she listened to how he wanted to train her with other individuals, and in return fight for him. She didn't express anything on her face, taking the request in for consideration. Every time Ferus looked at her with his red eyes, Gav would receive an icy feeling. It was odd, she didn't feel fear or even a speck of surprise. It was just coldness. She only assumed it was the Dark Side of the force. I'll have to learn to deal with it. She thought. Afterall, I'll be making adjustments as I go...

"It is interesting indeed." Gavrriks responded, for which she stopped braiding her head and looked fully at Ferus. "I've never been a person hungry for power, but having others behind your back would be helpful.."

 

[Darth Ferus]

A smile was offered to [member="Gav Arwell"] before his eyes flicked back down to the pages, once more reading them over. "Very good, very well. I suppose it would be best to get right to your training then. Tell me, do you know the Sith Code?" Another page turned as a small hint of disgust took over his features. What ever the recipe was, it was very clear the Sith did not like it.

 

[ReTRAKKS]

[member="Darth Ferus"]

The Sith Code. Of all her years trained and raised by a jedi, her father had never mentioned anything about how the Sith worked. Most of his words were mere over exaggerations to keep her from leaving Grieak. Now she knew why: her father had been a falsely accused sith spy and had to flee the jedi order. Or that was what she found on a piece of paper in the bounty hunter's pocket- whom she'd killed after her father died.

Mentally clicking back to reality, Gavrriks merely shook her head to Ferus' Question. "I don't believe I do." Gav said shortly.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"It's not often I get to explain the code, yet I'm finding myself explaining it more and more recently." He said as he slowly closed the magazine. No longer would he be distracted by the tantalizing articles within. No, how he had to focus on training [member="Gav Arwell"] . She deserved his attention after all. Slowly the Sith Lord would stand, slipping both hands into the pockets on his slacks. Yes, he wasn't dressed as a typical Sith. Simple blue pants, simple black shoes, simple white shirt. It was odd for the man to be dressed as such, but part of him wanted to be dressed as such. Possibly a desire from one of the souls trapped within him.

"The code is as follows:

Peace is a lie, there is only Passion.​

Through Passion, I gain Strength.​

Through Strength, Power.​

Through Power, Victory.​

Through Victory, my chains are broken.​

The Force shall set me free."​

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Red eyes watched the girl as he spoke, but once he was done he offered a nod. "Simple words, yet the power behind them is amazing. Tell me, what do these words mean to you? What does it mean to hear these words for the first time?" Another smile was offered to Gav before the Sith moved to sit back down. He was feeling lazy this day, and he expected that there wouldn't be too much fighting. At least, not yet. First, the code. Then the more physical training could begin.

 

[ReTRAKKS]

[member="Darth Ferus"]

Each individual word in the Sith Code lingered in Gav's mind. What did each word mean- how did it affect her? The female tribesman placed a hand on the side of her head, and closing her eyes to think about it. Passion, Strength, Victory.. Those effect a certain individual- or a group of people.. Gavrriks thought, trying to piece together what it meant to her. Perhaps she was thinking too hard. But one would have to give her credit, she wasn't simple minded. Though, it appears mixing these traits frees an individual.

"It means the force can be used to free your true self." Gav's tone changed, almost like she was adding a nonexistent question mark at the end of her sentence. The Sith Code was different than anything her father taught her when she was a child. Overall, the code was hard to wrap her head around. Gav opened her eyes, looking over to Ferus for his response.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Exactly. But the question is, what is it you need to free yourself from? What is it that is holding you back from becoming stronger. Better. Peace is stagnation. Death. When we cannot evolve, we will die. It is our passion that lets us evolve. We are not held back. Steel sharpens steel. It lets us grow stronger. Our bodies harden, and our minds are tempered. We have the power to shape our own lives. No one tells a Sith what to do. And those who think they can? We show them otherwise. We win. We achieve victory over those who think they can hold us back. And when we win, what ever holds us back is broken. We free ourselves. We. Break. Our. Chains." Despite his hate of chatter, the code was too important to not explain. Of course, he's not the clearest talker. [member="Gav Arwell"] may not of even understood half of what he said. But Ferus had put a major emphasis on not only breaking the chains, but figuring out what they are. Red eyes zeroed in, no longer cold or dead, but curious as he spoke up once more.

"What are your chains?"

 

[ReTRAKKS]

[member="Darth Ferus"]

Chains, what were her chains. Gavrriks tried to link back to anything that made her upset, or even second guess herself of anything. Gav didn't have any phobias, or anything she hated. Her childhood training had pretty much soiled any of her fears, such as the dark, or even the more dominant fears. She could recall her fear of spiders when she was five, which were crushed when her father left her in a small room with a venomous spider. It was either kill it, or deal with it. However, the thought drifted to her father in general. Ruknal Arwell had been a large guy, who she believed to have been a jedi before he fled. Everything he'd taught her seemed to defy when Ferus was telling her now. Peace was a lie, and only Freedom was the answer. Finding your true self. However, the memories of her father seemed to drag her down.

"I think my father is what holds me back.." She said, but keeping her response short. Gavrriks had no intentions on mentioning anything more of her dad. Or the scandals and problems he was envolved in.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"You think? Or do you know? What is it about him that holds you back? What is it about him that you must over come to become stronger?" [member="Gav Arwell"] may have wished to drop the subject of her father after the brief mention, but Ferus was not about to let that happen. He wanted to know how she would react at the Lord's questioning. Would she answer? Would she get angry? Would she try to simply leave? Countless possibilities ran through his head, and it all reminded him that he still knew nothing on this new Assassin. That would either change, or remain. Either was good, and either was bad.

 

[ReTRAKKS]

[member="Darth Ferus"]

Gavrriks hated mind games. The questions, the uncertainty of a right answer. The topic of her father was rather pressuring, since she hadn't talked about him at all since the incident. A subtle movement in her right hand happened without warning, her hand balling into a fist of anger. Since Ferus was to her left, her right hand was hidden behind a layer of sheets. Her face remained the same, despite her mental battle. Should she tell him? Or should she release a fit of anger of why she shouldn't. Both seemed like a bad idea to her. Turning away from Ferus, Gav brought both of her hands into her lap, and began to fiddle with the sheets.

"My father was a jedi.." Gav said, not bother to look up as she spoke. As of now, she was deep in thought, trying to make some sense in her reply. "He taught me everything about the force, or what he had knowledge of. I still can't wrap my mind around- it. He was killed during a battle, but I managed to kill the bounty hunter before he could run off. I looked over the deed he was carrying. Something about killing a Rogue Jedi..."

Gavrriks paused, not knowing why she was saying so much about her 'chains', the thing that was holding her back. She had no intentions of saying more, for which she'd said enough.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"So you are on a path you did not set for yourself. Do you truly feel as if you have to finish your dead fathers chore? We are alive. We must move on from the dead. The dead were too weak to live, after all. So tell me now, child, will you let yourself be chained down to the memory of a dead man, or will you move on and free yourselves?" More questions. How much longer could [member="Gav Arwell"] keep calm? He could feel her anger. Now was a question on how much control she had. Could she keep calm and answer the questions? Or would she anger and shut off? Both lead to the same ending to this discussion.

 

[ReTRAKKS]

[member="Darth Ferus"]

Gavrrik's anger was swelling, the conversation about her father taking a turn against her liking. How could one simply forget a loved one. Death on Grieak was considered an honor, being able to meet the creator and fight for him until there next life. Death is for the weak? Gavrriks thought. Would that mean my father had been weak? Will this be my fate if I continue with these- these chains? Gav's anger and new questions made her question herself. Was she questioning herself because of her father?

Suddenly, Gav remembered her inability to be calm at the bar- back on tatooine when she'd first felt the coldness of Ferus' eyes. Almost as if they were looking into her soul. She could distinctively remember stopping to think of why she was cold. And most of all, the thoughts of her father. Even since she'd left Grieak- when she fought- she thought and doubted herself more often than usual. And every time she'd think of what her father would do..

Alas, she found a reason why Ferus- a man of the dark side of the force- would ask if she'd forget the man she'd called her father. Because it was true, she was only lingering in the shadow of the man who'd called himself Ruknal Arwell. A man- for now on- would only be a face. Gavrrik's right hand seemed to ease, almost as if the idea of her father didn't bother her. Or- at least that's what she thought. She was still angry thought- she didn't know why..

"Free. I'd rather be free." She said. Her words were hard to release mentally, but they slipped out of her mouth with no problem.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Good. Very good. I can help you free yourself then. Your fathers name. Tell me who he was." Once more the Sith stood, beginning to pace back and forth in front of [member="Gav Arwell"] , both hands set behind his back. Red eyes focused on her, burning with intent. This was the beginning of the fall, and it now it had his full attention. There was nothing else that mattered now.

 

[ReTRAKKS]

[member="Darth Ferus"]

"His name was Ruknal Arwell." Gavrriks responded, looking beyond towards the metal foot board of her berth. While waiting for Ferus to respond once more, Gav wondered where this conversation was going. What was the point of it? Why did Ferus suddenly decide her father was a good discussion topic. Maybe he wanted to get her to think? Or maybe just 'free her chains'. Whatever his objective may be, she had to remain calm. For such a topic, it made Gav angry. No. She needed to calm down; before she let her anger out onto Ferus. That would end badly.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Ah, so that's what his name was." So far every attempt to anger [member="Gav Arwell"] succeeded. Yet every attempt also failed. She had an amazing amount of control for such a young age, but it was not a Sith control. Jedi control. Putting yourself above your emotion, not using it as a tool. This was a good start though, at least she could contain it. "Do you feel anger talking about him? Do you feel hate? Both of these are good emotions. Both are good tools for Sith. They are passion, and you can channel the Force with them. It is stronger this way, far more than any Jedi." Red eyes flicked around the room, scanning for a moment or two. "Do you still own anything of his? Bring it out for me, we can begin channeling your hate on it. Or, if you do not, I'm sure I can find a viable alternative."

 

[ReTRAKKS]

[member="Darth Ferus"]

Anger, Hate, Tools. While Ferus spoke, Gavrriks started to picture a large filter panel with tiny holes. However, there was a large hole in the middle to let everything angry into the force. Gav had no idea if it was a good picture, or a really bad example. Except for Passion, Gav only envisioned a giant ball of anger. However, she wasn't going to argue with Ferus. After all, he was the Sith Lord.

Gavrriks looked around the room herself, trying to spot where her personal items were. Alas, she spotted them on a table at the other end of the room. Gav went through the delayed process of getting removing herself from her berth and to stand up. Gav's bare feet met the cold sting of the ground, which was a smooth surface of concrete. Or that's what she thought. Silently, without looking at Ferus, Gav made her way to the table and scrambled through the large pile of weapons and equipment.

Grasping her belt, which had her lightsaber and various knives buckled onto it, Gav grasped the hilt to her lightsaber. Turning around to face Ferus, Gav undid the feather and beads from the bottom of the lightsaber, and placed the rest of the saber onto the table. She then approached Ferus, holding out the feather to him. "This is all I have." Gavrriks said. "It means varlas dex rukn on my planet. Which, in your tongue, is translated to one of the sky."

 

[Darth Ferus]

Red eyes slowly glanced over the lightsaber. Ironic, it was the same he had found in the desert. The same that had caused her to meet him. The same that had brought [member="Gav Arwell"] here. A smile formed as he nodded once. "That's all you have? Good. Destroy it. It is the final chain between you and your dead father, and no longer has a use. We will make you a new saber, but this simply has to go. Feel it with the Force, and let your anger channel through. Crush it, break it, until there is nothing left to remind you of the dead man."