Post by Adonias Altari on Jun 5, 2021 22:09:49 GMT -8
*The young man stared in shock, his mouth opening and closing like a gasping fish. For a moment, it was like he had forgotten how to speak. His rage rose to the surface as he shouted angrily at his master.*
"You WHAT?! Are you SERIOUS?!"
*Feeling utterly shamed and humiliated, the young man rolled over on his side, turning his back to his master as he sulked.*
"I'm not talking to you for the rest of the day..."
Post by Crystal Spire on Jun 5, 2021 22:16:20 GMT -8
The sith calmly replied to Adonias' outburst. "I'm 82. Give or take a year. I stopped counting a long time ago." It looked impossible for Strife to be in his eighties. He had thick chords of muscles, a tall sturdy frame, no lines on his face except for crow's feet at his eyes, and his hair was still a deep black. As he finished fiddling with the bacta tank, he walked over to Adonias and grabbed him by the scruff of his robes. "You can ignore me all you want while you heal." He hauled him to his feet and marched him over to the tank before shoving him in and attaching his hand to the stump of his arm, wrapping it carefully. "If you are lucky, this will heal right. I recommend drawing on the force." He closed the tank and filled it without waiting for a reply. "Oh... and this didn't count as your punishment." A smile crossed his face again before he walked away.
Post by Adonias Altari on Jun 6, 2021 9:49:09 GMT -8
*The young man did appreciate being lifted up by the virtual scruff, much like a tiny feral kitten, and man-handled. He let his feelings bleed through the force. He glowered as the bacta mask was shoved over his face. He cringed in disgust at the stump of his hand, now reattached and wrapped up. Adonias felt mildly thankful that his master was at least healing him, going so far as to save his hand rather than forcing a prosthetic on him. That still did not comfort him much, as the threat of punishment hung over his head like a dark storm cloud... waiting to fry him with unnatural lightning..
Adonias meditated, using the force to aid in the healing process. Soon however, his wound and fatigue became too much for him to bear. In seconds, he lost consciousness, the dark side of the force lulling him to a world free of physical pain.*
Post by Crystal Spire on Jun 6, 2021 11:02:57 GMT -8
The sith growled in disgust as he sat on his bunk. Mulling over everything he had seen regarding the future and what his current apprentice had seen and relayed, he pulled off his thick soled boots. Two apprentices? Why in the frack would the force tie him to two apprentices? It sounded like blasphemy plus one at a time was irritating enough. Look at how much trouble Adonias had caused just in the last week. His shoulders stiffened at the idea of running into Crystal again. He'd prefer to just dispatch her and keep Adonias. His mouth tightened as he pulled his robes off and discarded them. But perhaps he should listen to the force. Coincidences weren't common. Perhaps what Crystal had been missing this entire time was a spark, an adversary as it were, to focus on. Perhaps she needed someone else pushing her to be what she should be? He frowned in concentration as he pulled a fresh set of robes on. Sitting cross legged on his bunk, he delved deep into meditation as he waited for Adonias to heal.
Post by Adonias Altari on Jun 6, 2021 11:46:36 GMT -8
*Adonias awoke about nine hours later and was more than pleased to feel sensation in his formerly severed limb. Using the force, he checked on the healing process and was relieved to sense that all of the blood vessels, nerves, tendons, joints, sinews, and bone were one again! He tapped on the glass with his newly healed hand, but stopped when he realized how stupid and futile it was. Using the force, he called to his master, even though he was not looking forward to the punishment the old man had in store for him...*
Oh, Master! Master Strifey!
*He laughed to himself when he realized that his force projection seemed a bit too cheerful. If anything, the old man would be irked. Feeling both bored and mischievous, Adonias attempted a mind trick on Darth Sparky, using the dark side to fuel his power.*
Post by Crystal Spire on Jun 6, 2021 14:18:42 GMT -8
He frowned as the projected voice of Adonias broke through his meditation. It felt like only minutes had passed but it must have been longer. He stretched slowly, his body protesting his movement after sitting cross legged for so long. A snarl broke free as his apprentice attempted to force persuade him. He lashed out, sending a spike of psychic pain straight at his apprentice's mind. He really needed to round out Adonias' education. Mind tricks were incredibly difficult to use on other force users. He stood up from his bunk and walked barefoot out of his cabin, not stopping to grab his boots. With the snarl still evident on his face he stalked out to the bacta tank. He met Adonias' eyes and let him see the anger simmering inside of him, not even attempting to appear civilized for a moment.
Then he walked to the bacta tank controls and flipped a few switches, causing the water to start draining. His apprentice was obviously healed and back to his exuberant self. "Idiot! Do I need to explain to you how completely stupid it is to try to use your feeble skills on me?" He whirled and paced back and forth before the tank, water slowly draining. "I was going to make your punishment quick and immediate. Now you are going to have to wait. And I won't warn you when it comes." His faintly yellow imbued eyes met Adonias' again as he spoke. "Your snide comments won't give you more power."
Post by Adonias Altari on Jun 6, 2021 14:31:09 GMT -8
*Adonias screamed at the pain in his mind and lost his connection to the force briefly. When he looked up, the seriously pissed off Sith master stood before him. He might have snorted or even laughed, at the distorted images of Darth Strife that the bacta fluid portrayed, if the situation weren't so dire. He stared incredulously at his master.*
"Is I hate you your default setting? Come on!!" *Adonias rolled his eyes with a deep frown. He appeared hurt and disappointed.*
"You know...I really wish you could understand my rare sense of humor. Or in the very least, see that I'm TRYING to give you some kind of endearing nickname! You don't have an OUNCE of love in your dark, twisted heart, DO YOU!!" *HIs voice picked up in volume and became angrier the more he ranted, uncaring that he was becoming emotional.* "No wonder Crystal hates you so much!! You see me just like Crystal, Don't you?! I'm nothing but a freaking PAWN to you...aren't I?!!"
Post by Crystal Spire on Jun 6, 2021 15:18:17 GMT -8
The sith stared at the ranting boy in front of him, momentarily wordless. He responded almost mechanically once his apprentice was done shouting, "Love? I am a teacher, not your father. My job is to teach you how to become the most powerful version of yourself. Love doesn't even factor into the equation." He snorted, then slowly shook his head. "If you both hate me, it is because you both do not understand. I will do whatever it takes to carve perfection into your bones. It's not because I see you as a pawn, but because I NEED you both to be better than you are. You let so much cloud your vision, you let so much distract you. As did Crystal. If you sense any hate from me, it's because I am disappointed. And I am not disappointed in your humor, or your heart, but I am disappointed in your actions." Strife resumed pacing. "You say you want power, you want vengeance, you want to learn. But your actions don't say any of that. And I can't stand a hypocrite." He was nearly calm, eerily so, at this point despite the continued pacing. The water was nearly gone from the bacta tank, leaving Adonias to stand on his own feet. "Joke all you want, call me what you want, but put some effort into this instead of sabotaging your entire training!" His calm façade faded and he shouted the last bit of his speech. This was probably the most he had ever explained anything to a student when it didn't apply to the force. The sith opened the tank and extended a hand to Adonias to help him walk out. His eyes had faded back to their normal hue and he offered a wry smile to the lad. "If you want hugs and friendship, you had best go back to your family. I can only offer power and teaching." There was a moment of pain in his gaze that spoke to something in his past, perhaps some way he wished he could offer more. Then his gaze hardened. "You decide what you want."
Post by Adonias Altari on Jun 6, 2021 15:39:20 GMT -8
*Adonias both heard and saw a whisper in the force, faint images like ghosts on the wind. His gaze followed the ghostly figures as they vanished as quickly as they came. His eyes saddened and he frowned as he looked at Darth Strife.*
"I sense your pain...master. You had a family once...didn't you?"
*Feeling as though he'd made a mistake in opening his big mouth, Adonias dropped to a knee and bowed his head in submission.*
"Forgive me master. It's none of my business. Please...I promise from now on, I will take your training seriously."
Post by Crystal Spire on Jun 6, 2021 23:54:06 GMT -8
The sith closed his eyes for a moment, swallowing emotion. "I don't talk about my past." Once he opened his eyes, it was as though a door had closed, nothing was reflected back at Adonias. "That is all I ask, that you commit yourself fully to the way of the sith." He walked away from Adonias, bare feet stepping silently on the cargo bay floor. He entered his cabin and then within moments he had returned to Adonias with an extra pair of dark robes and a book. He tossed the robes at Adonias. The ones he wore were soaked from the bacta tank. "Get changed if you'd like, then I have something else here for you." He held up the text, it was a large book with a battered cover and brittle pages. "This is a sith text I recovered on my explorations early on in life. You are welcome to read over it, it teaches about the way of two and the true path of the sith." He handed the book to Adonias carefully. "We still have a long way to travel so take your time and come to me with any questions." Strife inclined his head at the boy and then made his to the cockpit and ensured they were still on course.
Post by Adonias Altari on Jun 7, 2021 10:46:18 GMT -8
*Adonias carefully took the ancient text, handling it with great care and thanked his Master.*
“I will begin my studies immediately, master. Thank you.”
*Adonias returned to the bunk in his former prison cell. He opened the text, the first thing appearing, the sith code. He hungrily began to read, making sure to memorize the code first before he delved deeper. After two hours, he made it halfway through the thick text. He was grateful that the ancient writings contained many diagrams too. After a time, he got so lost in his reading, he forgot his master was still nearby.*
Post by Crystal Spire on Jun 7, 2021 14:31:33 GMT -8
The sith sat in the cockpit, moodily staring at the screens before him. The words of Adonias floated through his mind again. 'You had a family once... didn't you?' He growled, frustrated at his inability to push the words away. He did have a family of sorts a long time ago. Who didn't? But they meant nothing compared to the dark side of the force. He had given up everything in exchange for the power he could wield today. And it was well worth it. He crossed his arms stubbornly. So why had the words of his apprentice pierced his heart for a moment? He sighed, closing his eyes and drifting into the force's embrace. Images floated by his mind's eye. A curly red haired beauty, two smiling children, a home built on a farm... The images whirled away and Strife let his anger grow, driving away the memories and pain associated with them. Yes, the power was well worth it.
He stood abruptly, unsure of how much time had passed. He walked back down to where Adonias remained in his former cell. He watched him silently for a bit of time, watching as he hungrily devoured the knowledge. This was what he wanted for his students. He shouldn't have to spoon feed them. Anyone who truly sought to be sith, must teach themselves even when he was not available. He felt a glimmer of pride rise up in his heart, pride in himself and pride in his student. He cleared his throat, "Looks like you are keeping your word, how fares it?"
Post by Adonias Altari on Jun 7, 2021 14:41:17 GMT -8
*Adonias was so absorbed in his reading that he failed to sense his master’s presence. Perhaps it was because his master wasn’t seriously angry at him at the moment. He considered the question while reaching out with the force to gauge his master’s mood, quite surprised when he sensed his master was proud of him. He smiled as he closed the ancient text, using an old bookmark he’d found in the thick book. Ironically, the black bookmark had the sith code imprinted on it, in sleek, red letters outlined with gold, along with the sith symbol.*
“I’m learning so much. It’s amazing! I memorized the sith code.”
Post by Crystal Spire on Jun 7, 2021 16:27:06 GMT -8
"Good, I am glad to see you are applying yourself. And the knowledge will help with your force use." He inclined his head slightly at his apprentice. "I thought you could take a break and we could go through a few steps of a lightsaber style now that you have your own lightsabers?" Strife found himself looking forward to potentially teaching Adonias how to use his lightsaber in a deadly fashion.
Post by Adonias Altari on Jun 7, 2021 17:19:23 GMT -8
*Adonias gave his master a short nod and left the Sith text on his bunk. He stood, cracking a stiff neck and stretched, popping tight joints in his extremities. He gave his master a rare, genuine smile.*
Post by Crystal Spire on Jun 7, 2021 19:33:48 GMT -8
The sith smiled slightly at Adonias' prompt response. "My preferred lightsaber style is Ataru form. It takes an aggressive and well conditioned individual to be able to use it well but I think it will suit you." He walked Adonias through the basic steps of the form and then prompted him to ignite one of his sabers. "Of course, if you plan to actually fight with both sabers, you will use a completely different form but we'll get you used to using just one saber for now and gradually build up to two." Strife ignited his own lightsaber and walked through the steps again and again with Adonias slowly first then moving more quickly. The sith pushed Adonias hard and even he was breathing quickly and sweating after a few hours of working out. "You seem like you have the hang of this. Feel free to practice the steps as often as you'd like."
Post by Adonias Altari on Jun 7, 2021 19:43:49 GMT -8
*Adonias ignited one of his red sabers and began to go through the steps of the form his master taught him. His movements were fluid and almost graceful. Yet each controlled parry and strike held power and strength. When he finished the form, his confidence in his own abilities had grown.*
Post by Crystal Spire on Jun 7, 2021 20:02:45 GMT -8
The sith nodded his approval. "Good. Do it a hundred times, no a thousand times. Do it until you could do it asleep. Do it until you could execute the perfect sequence even if you are bleeding out and barely able to stand. You may need it someday." He put his own lightsaber away. He watched Adonias for a few more minutes before surprising himself by asking, "Tell me about yourself, apprentice. Why do you want to become a sith?"
Post by Crystal Spire on Jun 7, 2021 20:18:31 GMT -8
He smirked back at his apprentice. "We both know you wouldn't have offered yourself up to be my prisoner if you didn't want me to take you. You would have fought until I killed you if you hadn't wanted to become a sith. And I could sense it on you, that darkness, when I first encountered you." He inclined his head, thinking. "And your people couldn't teach you control? Aren't you a Mandalorian? I recognized your armor." Darth Strife wasn't sure where his sudden curiosity had come from, he generally didn't make small talk with his apprentices. He either trained them or they died. And he liked that status quo.