We Could Be Immortals ( Darth Atrace)

[The Traveler]

“ Destruction brings life, life brings destruction. A twisted cycle of life and eternal renewel that sees each thing fall into place. We are a part of this cycle yet we are outside it, never truly belonging or being cast away. You are sith, you are a paragon of emotion, a goliath of wrath and a harbinger of change. You seek to overcome your rivals and bring upon you the sweet seething tendrils of power”

The Travelers heavily armored frame moved around the battle circle, for the first time in many years he had taken on apprentices. Some of them more advanced then others but green and untested enough that they could benefit from his lessons. His phrik katana in his hand crackling with the energy of the heavens as he prepared to teach.

“ Over a Thousand years, I have learned what it is to be a sith. I have also lost that which makes me sith, finding my own presence within the force. You walk a dangerous path that will ultimately lead to your demise, it is your destiny to die but it is my destiny to prolonge your life”

he clenched his fist as he knelt down in the battle circle and took a hand full of sand. He allowed it to spill from between his fingers “ Dust is all we are and all we shall be in the end. The only thing we leave behind is a legacy, a legend. Dust or gold. Remembered and forgotten. My Lessons are hard, my talent is pain and my gift to you is suffering” he took a step toward the young sith.

“ Your life belongs to me [member="Darth Atrace"] and [member="Darth Urak"] , you are my legacy and my calling card to the world. You will beg for death but you shall not be given that mercy. In the end you will walk the Valley of the Dark Lords as a Lord of The Sith. A greater amongst your peers and unmatched in your tolerance of what they can throw at you. I demand obedience, I demand success and most importantly I demand you” his voice reverberated from his mask given a keen metallic venom to his last words.

" You shall call me Teacher or The Traveler".

 

[Atrace]

Atrace made his way into the battle circle, his cloak damaged from his previous encounter with a young bounty hunter he would walk into the circle with a hood draped over his heavily scarred face. He observed [member="The Traveler"] his stance, his weapon, his armor, Atrace always liked to have some information on his foes, and allies alike as possible.

He would take a knee, slowly removing the hood from his head revealing a yellow beady eye and a glossy injured left eye, the entire left side of his body had been severely damaged in an encounter with a jedi when Atrace and Urak were very young he was never expected to survive his injuries, yet he did, he had lived long enough to see himself become a knight of the one sith.

he would look his teacher dead in the face, "My life is yours, if you seek to destroy me than you may....however it is indeed an honor to be graced with your teachings." He would then rise from his knees placing his hand near his sabers just in case he was expected to use them.

 

[Urak]

Stepping into the battle ring, Urak heeded the words of his teacher, [member="The Traveler"]. He gazed upon him in his faceless hood, paying attention to the wise words presented to him. He thought, that it was now, that he should prove himself to his mentor, and prove himself a Sith. The trainings that are about to unfold would be painful, but through that pain, he hoped to gain resilience to it, and it will make him stronger, and faster, but the the thing it would do the most, is train his mind and will. Something he would rely on more so, than his strength.

"I will take those words to heart, Teacher. I hope to show myself worth your time, and to take whatever you dish out with passion, and through that with strength. Let us begin this training with the right steps to ensure merit afterwards. I am ready, teacher.

Urak got into a defensive stance of Soresu, after pulling out his saberstaff, and activating it. He gazed upon The Traveler, and awaited the moment he would strike, being cautious of his movements. "I am Adept at a few forms, but not yet a Master at any form, i will use Soresu for this fight, to try and defend for as long as possible." Urak then stepped a few paces back, while remaining in his stance, eager to start, and to relish the pain and the fight. Hoping his brother Atrace could handle himself as well.

 

[The Traveler]

[member="Darth Atrace"] [member="Darth Urak"]

" We shall see" his metallic voice echoed as he twirled his katana in his hand. His newest apprentices, though they were knights were eager to learn the lessons the once sith had learned over the course of a thousand years. He knew more secrets then most lords, he knew more dark things and dark corners then most of todays sith could ever dream of seeing or surviving.

" I use no true form, you may master which form you like but know this. The old styles were designed for a prolonged fight, you will learn to blend them and to achieve the kill. In the end only the one left standing is victor, even Djem So and Juyo serve nothing more then a table to house your toolkit" he said as he lept into action using the force to move at a blistering pace.

A heavily armored boot found its way into [member="Darth Atrace"] stomach as he prepared for the on coming assualt, in a twist his blade caught the saber staff of [member="Darth Urak"] using the strength of a thousand battles and the mastery of the force to push it and the young sith off balance and following through with a heavy fist to his stomach.

" Your body is your weapon, your sabers, your swords, your staves are extensions of your body. The are not the only weapon you have, a well place fist will give you the advantage. Never give your opponent time to recouperate, a moments respite for you is a moment for them. I will make you untiring monsters of the melee storm. You shall not tire, you shall out last that which stands in your path. You shall out live those who would see you fail" he said as he spun his katana in his hand allowing the cackling energy to lick the air around the blade as he prepared to defend. This was their chance to show him what they knew and what they had.

 

[Atrace]

Atrace stumbled back winded, he coughed, revealing a little bit of blood. "Not bad, but I've seen worse" He would do whatever was in his power to recover from the blow. he caught a glimpse of the damage done to his brother Urak, from the corner of his eye. Atrace showed a slight expression of concern in his stance as he ignited his saber.

"Urak you know what to do!" Atrace would run at his teacher in a zigzag motion once he was close enough to strike with his saber he would swing it into his teachers Katana pushing it upwards to the left hoping to create an opening for his brother.
[member="The Traveler"]

 

[Urak]

Urak had listened to his wisdom on the different forms, and for the most part he agreed, as blending all forms, into a new unique fighting style would probably be more effective in the short and long run. He had then prepared for the attack, as The Traveler was a dangerous opponent, he could tell.

Suddenly, in a burst of speed, his teacher sped to Atrace and himself, kicking Atrace in the stomach, having him stumble backwards a good deal. At about the same time, his sword pushed one side of Urak's saberstaff away, leaving him open for a heavy punch in his gut, which threw the already off balance Sith a few feet backwards. Upon immediately hitting the ground, Urak rolled back and got up, getting back into a stance, prepared for the speed of his opponent. Trying to keep his pain from seeping out of his hood, as showing any sign of weakness could be his last.

"Our turn to attack eh? Then so be it, let's do this Atrace." He saw his brother run in to the left, and followed him somewhat on the right. Once Atrace used his saber to push The Travelers sword away to the left, Urak side-stepped with a spin, bringing the right side of his saber to his teacher's opened side, hoping to get him unawares.

 

[The Traveler]

[member="Darth Atrace"] [member="Darth Urak"]


The Traveler grunted as he allowed his katana to fly from his hand and land outside of the ring. He waited for the precise moment that Urak spun to take a simple step forward using his left hand he caught the siths hand with an armored gauntlet and twisted it into an arm bar pressing it against his chest to maintain control and painful pressure. With his free arm he began slamming heavy elbows into the back of the young knights skull with enough force to blur his vision.

" Hmm" he grunted as he twisted his body and slung Urak into Atrace and followed up with a force push at the pair and and took a new stance, his dominate leg back slightly and both of his hands open with the palms loose.

" Not bad, but i evened the odds by allowing you to remove my katana. Remember, that your saber is not your only weapon but it is an important weapon none the less. Rely upon it as you rely on your wit, as you rely on your body" he said as he watched the pair waiting for their next turn. Truth be told the two of them were almost matched against him, though they lacked the one thing he had over them and that was experience. " This time try to hurt me".

 

[Urak]

Urak was amazed by the sheer ferocity in his teacher's attacks. It caught him off-guard for sure, and the moment he realized he was grabbing him, he was already in the arm lock, and began to get elbowed, which really messed him up. After the initial attack, he was thrown towards his brother, and after a second or two of being dazed, He got back up and got into a fighting stance, then gazed quickly at Atrace to signal him for their next attack. "That hurt..Alot."

Urak was battered, but he wouldn't let that stop him."I won't fall for the same trick twice..hopefully." He began to use the Force to augment his speed, and sped up as fast as he could to his teacher. He then flipped above him, slicing downwards with the right side of his saber, keeping the tip at an arms length so that his arm couldn't be grabbed this time, and then landed and did a slice with the other side of his saber from behind his teacher.

[member="The Traveler"]

 

[Atrace]

Atrace watched as his brother was beaten profusely. he was surprised at how vicious his teacher was, Atrace began to prepare for a counter-attack as his brother was flung at him, he would vault over his brother looking at his teacher, he would chuckle. "is that all you go...." before he could finish his sentence he easy thrown by a powerful force push, he flew straight into a wall with enough force that an imprint of his body could be seen. He gasped, the wind in his lungs suddenly stolen by the brutality of the invisible Shockwave. He would slowly rise from his self-made crater before brushing dust off his cloak.

he looked to Urak, noticing the signal they had developed when they were merely acolytes, he was then ready to strike. Using Force Rage Atrace would rush towards his master jumping from pillars in the training room hoping to get to his teachers left side, once he was close he used to force to push off from the pillar with intense speed, aiming his saber in a stabbing motion towards his teacher
[member="The Traveler"]

 

[The Traveler]

[member="Darth Urak"] [member="Darth Atrace"]

The Traveler watched the living missile of Atrace roar towards him, his focus was keen and locked on him. As [member="Darth Urak"] Made his first strike the Traveler dropped down onto his back, his knees being the only thing that still up and his feet level on the ground. He jumped back up to his feet as Atrace soared over top of him allowing his armored head to collide into his mid section.

He then stepped to the side to dodge Urak's slice before reaching an armored hand toward him with a force crush aimed at the young sith's wrist. He would apply enough pressure to bring intense pain.

" Enough" he said as he held reached his other hand out and gripped Atrace's neck with the crushing force. He would not do them much harm " You have exceded my expectations and in my judgement you are fitting to learn from me" he released the force kept his shoulder turned away to hide the scorched flesh and armor from the nick he had taken from the final attack.

" Tell me now, what do you wish to learn? To answer wrong is to bring pain, to answer correct to bring pain. Your choices have consequences in all regards, pain is that consequence so that you will never fear to act knowing that no matter the choice you will always face a consequence and you will always be prepared to deal with them".

 

[Urak]

Urak was relieved--finally, he can start his training under his teacher. He knew there was still much more pain to be had, but at least he can learn a trick or two while getting bruised. Such was the way of [member="The Traveler"], such was the way of the Sith. If he had training like those prancing Jedi, he would probably not have lasted in any of his fights earlier. It was his quick wit, and the will to go on, along with his brother, that had kept him alive.

"Well, i am very much needing in Force abilities. So perhaps that would be a good start. Preferably Force Augmentations to the body, and Force Defense. I can use the most basic form of Force Augmentation, but it is still basic..Hah."

Shaking his hand from the force push to it earlier, Urak winced, but then showed no more pain, as to get use to it. He gazed around at the battle circle they had been in, to see many slash marks from the sabers, and broken stone dotting the area. He used the force to pick one up, and brought it to his hand and crushed it--to feel the remains rush through his fingers.

"Shall we begin?" said the Knight with resolve.

 

[Atrace]

Atrace would allow the beam of energy emitting from his saber dissipate as he looked to his teacher "I agree with Urak...if we are to succeed at becoming true sith we must strengthen our bond to the force, who better than you to teach us my friend." Atrace would place a hand over his neck trying to relieve some pain.

He would fasten his lightsaber to his side before taking his place next to Urak, he was sore all over his body yet he had never felt so alive, the time for him being a simple weak sith knight were over the time of the feared sith warrior has begun and [member="The Traveler"] will be the one to bring that age.

 

[The Traveler]

[member="Darth Atrace"]
OOC: Sorry about the delay still dealing with things.

" Friends? That we are not, ours is a relationship of give and take. I give instructions, i give lessons and you take them both. We will never be friends, in some distant time we may be allies and equals but never friends. It is much harder slit a friends neck then an enemies" he said as he reached out with the force and brought forward his blade. He spun it a few times before he slid it into its scabbard.

" the force is a fickle thing, its tendrils run through every living thing and it envelopes us all. We reach for it and we crave it, yet we never truly never master it. Sith seek to dominate that which is infinite, jedi seek to be used by it. We my student seek a path in between. An unblocked passage for the force to flow and to do our bidding. First sit down and clear your mind, empty it of all thought and opposition. Tell me what you see and feel".