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Aiden Rohl    8

The feeling of the dark side rushing beneath his boots was a euphoric feeling alone. Submersed in what he had known most of his life, coming to Dathomir was an astounding feeling. If not for the barrier that kept them all safe from prying eyes. 

Lord Verrin was correct in describing the feeling- blind to the outside, but unfortunate we could not see out. It was like having waterlogged ears. Everything muffled and muted. He would have to venture out soon enough to avoid losing his sanity. Aiden spent far too much time already with his head buried to avoid detection, at the very least it was soothing to walk around the academy with his head held high. 

Even with the suffocating feeling around him, Aiden found time to make himself comfortable. Making a small quarter for himself to attend to his own devices. 

This was where he was headed now, until he found a more suitable location for himself, he would have his minimal and basic training here. Though he was no Darth or Kaar, there were things he was capable of teaching and taking off the hands of the others who took charge here. Being a mere master, he would do mundane tasks to get by and grow as he went. Part of those mundane tasks would include teaching the new blood that flowed into the academy, as well as he could teach them.

Finally reaching his quarters, he pushed the large door open and left it as such, moving to his desk to double check the names he would be summoning. 

"Hk." The droid whirred to attention at the sound of his voice, being mildly squished behind the opened door. "Retrieve for me @Kai Tsintah and @Yasinda Jax. And for Kriff's sake be timely about it you hear me?"

"Affirmative: Yes Master Rohl, I will return shortly." The droid hobbled his way around the door and left, the clanking of his steps echoing on the stone. 

"I bet you will." Aiden rolled his eyes, assuming the blasted droid would get lost. Wouldn't be the first time. But it would give him time to prepare for his guests. Turning to the fresher in the corner, he took to a quick trim of his beard to show off the scar that ran along his cheek and down to his burgundy and black robes. Whithout shaving it all off, he still was able to keep a little bit of the rugged hard look he had acquired over the years. A brush to his fluffly brown hair did no good except to make it even more poofy than before, so instead he ran a little bit of water over it to make it tame.

Leaving the fresher once more, he was for once glad the droid took his sweet time. As it was he did need to clean his desk, or at least make it presentable. Aiden had only been here a week and he had already accumulated what looked like to others, heaps of metal and electronic garbage. What it really was though, was several disassembled parts of multiple devices from light foil hilts to blasters to even a hacking device that he had yet to figure out. The mess was a puzzle even to himself, as he took them apart all at once and did not separate the mess. But that was part of the fun in putting it back together. Perhaps later he would disassemble some land mines and have the young ones try to put them back together without losing their fingers. It would help him learn to not make the same mistakes without the consequence. But that was for another day probably. 

He did his best to somewhat make the mess look like there was some order to it before giving up, if he moved too much they would be a lost cause for him. Instead he moved to his neatly made cot and folded it into the wall to appear like the room was more of an office than a residence. Satisfied for the time being, as he would still have to wait for proper facilities to do this sort of thing again, he sank into his desk chair and began fiddling with what he assumed was the remains of one of the light foils while he waited for his company. 

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HK is a pretty beaten up Hk-47 model, repainted grey, and not really the best functioning droid. Thus his assassin programming has been disabled and he was refitted with a temporary protocol programming, which also doesn't work well. But you guys feel free to mod him to retrieve you!

 

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Yasinda Jax    5

Yasinda was at the shooting range, it wouldn't do her any good to get loose in the few skills she could offer to the Empire. She fired each shot, hand slightly relaxed, just enough for the recoil to hit back, but not enough for it to fly loose. Click. She reloads without removing her gaze from down range, one fluid motion, dropping the empty clip and replacing it with her non-dominant hand with ease. The motion is practiced, refined, 'muscle memory' doesn't even give the motion justice, she's a machine. She keeps shooting, making certain her posture is relaxed, it's the most relaxed she's looked since she's arrived here. But there is a slight tension in her mouth...her mind is not relaxed, she's bored.

 

"Boredom is dangerous for you, isn't it, Jax?" Her mind is beginning to wander and she pauses for a brief moment as the clip is empty once more. The slightest bit of hesitation, she surveys the range, looking for someone. Not seeing anyone she replaces the clip again, that same fluid motion. "Steady hands, even when you were a rook. I was always surprised you had steady hands, Jax, but you're the type I'd like to have at my side rather than some trigger-happy dog." Her shot goes terribly off, hitting the back wall for a moment, making her cringe.

 

The droid touches her, she turns sharply and fires instinctively at being disturbed. If the droid didn't have such quick reflexes she'd probably have blown his head off, instead there's a small mark on the ground as the droid looks rather annoyed at her. Yasinda removes her ear plugs.

 

"You startled me," she doesn't offer an apology, as she places the gun down carefully.

 

"My Master wishes to speak with you, Private Ya-," the droid doesn't apologize either, it has a hint of annoyance.

 

"Jax," she corrects sternly, she gives her full attention to the droid, "Who is your Master?"

 

"And what would be the fun in telling- WHOA-" the droid puts up his hands as Yasinda grabs her pistol and points it at the droid, glaring. "It's Master Rohl!"

 

Yasinda pulls the trigger. Click. She fastens it, and grabs a full clip, putting it in a seperate pocket of her pants. She walks around the droid and heads to Rohl's office. She knocks and waits to be granted, entering she gives a sharp salute, unable to break old habits. "Jax reporting, sir."

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Kai Tsintah    50

Kai was on her way to the library as usual, having just crossed the first steps from her chamber into the hallway that would guide her next steps toward her favorite quiet place. It was of some great surprise then, when a rather decrepit looking, gray robot came to intercept her in the hallway with a stranger in tow. The stranger, by all outward indications a green-skinned female, remained mute and seemingly indifferent to Kai's presence. This suited Kai just fine, as she was not very talkative in the mornings, anyway.

 

Whatever introductions that should have been made at this time, could very well be attended to, later.

 

In the meantime, the artificial life form relayed his instructions to Kai, which came from an unnamed 'Master'. The Korun was to join the droid immediately and follow to a designated place of meeting. As she had no other appointment planned that day, Kai nodded curtly, indicating she was ready to follow HK-47. Without exchanging another word, the droid pivoted on its mechanical joint and strode in the opposite direction, Kai and the unknown stranger following. 

 

A few minutes later, they would arrive in front of an opened door to a domicile which appeared (at least upon first glance), to be much more spacious than her own, Kai thought. It must have belonged to a person of special significance, then, she surmised, dual-colored gaze scanning the room for occupants.

 

It found one, a human male appearing to be in his late 20s or early 30s, but by all accounts handsome and focused. Kai's gaze traced a path from the man's features down to his hands, which busied themselves fiddling with some kind of a hilt, likely of a melee weapon or some other combative, hand-held device. Without saying a word, she stepped inside the domicile and took a knee, bowing her head in anticipation of an acknowledgment or a greeting. 

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Aiden Rohl    8

"Jax reporting, sir."

 

'Ah a stiff, lovely.' Aiden thought with snark, smirking at the woman who entered first before returning for a moment back to his fiddling, awaiting the other initiate. He didn't have to wait long, and for that he was glad. The parts weren't fitting correctly yet, and his irritation was beginning to get the best of him. 

 

"You're both here, good." He stood from his seat, lightly brushing out any wrinkles in his robes before facing the two young women. His face was now stoic, down to business and all for him. "Rise Tsintah, I am not the emperor, or Sith'ari."

 

"Jax, Tsintah. I am Master Rohl. You will address me as such whatever your goals or positions here are. For you Jax, I am only doing a quick evaluation of your skills and behavior before contacting Darth Tanit. She's more up your alley. Tsintah, as you could assume you and I have more in common in terms of talents and skills. And you will most likely be seeing more of me later." Aiden folded his hands behind his back and sighed. "Forgive the unprofessional location, as I have not secured an office yet. It is part of why my time is short and why I summoned you both at the same time."

 

Taking a step forward, his bright eyes landed on Jax first. "You, get the pleasure of trying to repair the blaster pistol and lightfoil hilt there on my desk. They may not even look like those items, and there may or may not be several other parts laying around, but we'll see how far you can get." 

 

Aiden turned to his desk a moment to take a datapad out of a drawer, and moved to Tsintah's side to hand it to her. "You, will study the sith code, and after will select one of the core abilities for me to give you to study." He glanced between the two women, his face hard and unreadable. "This is more than just doing as your told, ask questions, feed from each other and myself. No one learns alone. Proceed."

 

Spoiler

Yasinda, feel free to manipulate the items your fixing as you see fit, Aiden will be learning the repairs along side you. Kai, of the core abilities that are available, Aiden knows Force dash, force jump and Force sense. Should you choose any of those to learn he'll have more to teach you, anything else he will be learning along side you. Your decision. 

There will be more than just a quick study session too guys. ;)

 

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Kai Tsintah    50

"Your words, my will, Master Rohl."

 

Watching Aiden shift his attention to one of his desk drawers, Kai rose from her submissive position and stood at her full height, dual-colored gaze transfixed onto the top of Rohl's desk. She did not want him to see her tracing his every move; it was as unnecessary as it was rude. Kai Tsintah was not paranoid; Kai Tsintah was here to learn.

 

Apparently, Aiden Rohl agreed with her. Moving around to her side, the man handed her a datapad which she readily accepted with a small, graceful dip of her chin. 

 

"Thank you, Master Rohl. I will study the Sith code and select one of the core abilities for you to have me learn."

 

Earnest in her reply, Kai began pondering exactly what Aiden meant by 'feeding from each other'. Her task was completely unrelated to that of the green-skinned female called Jax. Was this some sort of a test? Kai would have to ponder this very thought at a later time; deciding to simply focus on the directive as it was given to her only moments ago.

 

Sliding her thumb across the activation switch, she brought the datapad online, then quickly maneuvered through a series of folders and subfolders to find the entry titled "The Sith Code". Double-clicking the icon she entered the file without hesitation and began to read every line in silence, committing it to memory as if it was her very purpose of being alive:

 

Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.

 

Kai read the words over, and over.... and over again. She wanted them to be ingrained in her mind, her heart, her soul. To be fair, they were only encompassed by six lines and would not be difficult to memorize. Their meaning, on the other hand, was quite a different story. Thankfully, Master Rohl did not ask Kai to write a thesis that would do just that. Looking up to the man, the Korun seemed set on the 'core' task Aiden asked her to consider. Indeed, her mind was made up. It was time to give voice to thought.

 

"I would learn all about the power of Restoration."

 

Oh, there was no doubt about it: there was little point in learning anything else if one did not possess the ability to keep one alive. Blue-brown gaze settled upon the Sith master with unflinching calm; Kai's mind was made up, and all that remained now was for her instructor to acknowledge her singular, if not entirely logical, choice.

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Yasinda Jax    5

She stands stiffly at attention, eyes forward and hardly blinking as he speaks. When given orders to do her task, she finally relaxes and looks at what's displayed on his desk for her to begin working with.

 

Yasinda knows a pistol inside and out, it's familiar to her. She first picks the pieces from the 'lightfoil' carefully, basically any piece she doesn't recognize she slides to the side of the desk as she carefully begins assembling the outer workings of a pistol rather quickly and easily. Why is this place so messy? Who can think with all of this junk. Her mouth twitches in irritation as she seems to momentarily distract her own self from the mess,  she sets down the incomplete pistol and begins moving around the room. At first it merely looks like she's cleaning, but as she pulls out a few screws and springs from the mess that she's also cleaning and organizing, she reveals that she was actually looking for what she needed.

 

Finishing with the pistol by the time that Kai announces what she wishes to learn, she snaps a cartridge into place and offers it to Master Rohl for inspection, barrel facing Yasinda with confidence. Once he takes it she looks at the pieces, sliding them gently on the desk, seeming to try and make a blue print of what this lightfoil is supposed to look like...she looks around the room quietly and then spots Kai's vibroblade. Without even thinking she approaches her and goes to take it.

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Kai Tsintah    50

As pensive as Kai had been while studying the Sith Code, she was by no means oblivious to all things going on around her. In truth, the few lines of writing were ingrained in her mind the third time she read them over, leaving the Korun to ponder their meaning while secretly observing the goings on in the office.

 

The Mirialan got caught in Kai's peripheral vision as the Korun turned in tandem with the snap of cartridge executed a moment earlier. The sound, being somewhat loud and distinctive, diverted her attention to its source. Up to this point, Kai did not know what to make of this green-skinned female, not that it was in any way significant to her purpose of being here. Now, to her surprise, Kai saw the female approach her and reach for the bladed knife sitting in a leather sheath mounted upon her utility belt. Her gloved hand slid to grasp the handle of the weapon before the stranger's fingertips had the chance to make contact.

 

Still, Kai said not a word, although her eyebrows rose slightly, indicating acknowledgment and perhaps even, meager curiosity.

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Aiden Rohl    8

Aiden watched the girls with curiosity and mild pensiveness, his eyes shifting back and fourth as they did exactly what he thought they would do, nearly ignore eachother in their tasks. Disappointing sure, but he would not stop there. However Yasinda's actions caused him pause, to watch her walk over and ask for another blade to work with. He smirked and stood before she could take it though, and approached the two of them. 

 

"Alright. Jax, Dismissed. I have evaluated your skills that I'm capable of for today. Tsintah, You and I have more business."

 

He waited for the green skinned woman to make her exit before standing before Kai, his face impassive as he contemplated his words. 

 

"Do you feel you understand the sith code? In full? Every line has underlying feelings and ties. Every word is one to take to heart and examine in its content to fully embrace your power." He retrieved his datapad to evaluate the code himself, feeling nostalgic as he read over the words. 

 

"Restoration, Why?" He asked simply, his bright eyes cutting at her suddenly while he typed from memory into the datapad.  "Though useful... To mend is not the first chosen ability of a sith. I don't know of it myself. Healing, mending, not my thing. But I'll learn it with you." He said the words casually, but he did eye the girl skeptically. He had kind of wished she would pick something he knew, or even better something he didn't in relation to something that was more... Physically damaging. Most who sought out the sith sought power, revenge, that whole jist. It was a common mentality with the dark side, and one more easily embraced and accepted. He wondered though, with her timid personality that he had seen so far, if this was the right place for her.

 

Not that he would turn her away anyways. Corruption of the mind and heart was a task well known to himself and most here at the academy. Verrin was the thinker and analyst, the brilliant observant mind. Aiden was the leashed kath hound, ready to strike upon command, growing everyday in size and strength. It was only his place to guide and protect. For now. 

 

 

 

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Kai Tsintah    50

A poker face looked up at Aiden Rohl as Kai shook her head. "Of course not, Master. I have only managed to memorize it. However, if you wish for me to extrapolate from what I have read, I can do so."

 

Pausing for a moment, Kai ran through the lines of the Sith Code in her head before she began speaking once more. 

 

"Peace is a Lie, there is only Passion.
Through Passion, I gain Strength.
Through Strength, I gain Power.
Through Power, I gain Victory.
Through Victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.

 

Peace is not a lie, but it is only a temporary measure. Peace on a grand scale is not possible and therefore has no meaning to a Sith. We try effect all that which we can control in the sphere of our influence. Realistically, peace is fleeting. As Sith we do not become involved in pointless attachments and wasted emotions directed toward things that cannot be changed; things outside our sphere of influence.

 

Beings devoid of passion have no drive. Without drive, there are no goals. A life without passion is a life without love or substance and a Sith is born to live his life to experience all it has to offer. A life is never free from passion or desire, for it is in constant flux, experiencing struggle, pain, love, hate, sorrow, joy, victory and defeat. As with all things, Sith temper their passion with an indomitable will. We do not become slaves to passion, but rather, we use it constructively to better ourselves."

 

Taking a moment to recall the next verse, Kai continued.

 

"Through strength, Sith forge a solid understanding of self. You cannot affect others or their future until you have gained a solid mastery of who you are - which is the greatest mystery of life. Once that has been accomplish, a Sith realizes that he or she is capable of anything. Limits exist only in the mind. A Sith is driven to rule via knowledge, and knowledge is power. That power is choice, and for the Sith, these choices are limitless.

 

Power over oneself drives toward victory. To be fully aware of who we are, to have mastered passion and emotion to the benefit of reaching our ultimate goal, is a victory in itself. The Sith become one with their inner darkness by turning their weaknesses into strengths, their fears into motivators, and their fury into the driving force behind their passions. Without borders or limitations, the Sith become more than simply dark or evil. 

 

Victory leads the Sith to throw off many of the chains that either life or even the Sith himself has forced upon himself. Breaking these chains is an ever-persisting process, guiding one to the ideal or personal, perfection. Although true enlightenment is always out of our grasp, we should never cease to strive for it. The underlying passion of the Sith which guides them in all things, incites in them an insatiable hunger for knowledge and a relentless drive toward self-improvement. There is no beginning or end to the path: there is only walking the path. Stagnation leads to death, of body, the spirit, or both."

 

Sighing, the Korun recalled the final verse of the Code, then spoke quietly.

 

"The answer to true freedom comes from one's accumulated experiences, lessons and choices taken along their path. Those who strive to unlock their true potential through knowledge and mastery of the Force will be rewarded by the Force itself. Those who follow the Sith Code are free of the restrictions of status quo, as they strive for a much greater purpose."

 

Having said much, Kai bowed her head in retrospect and considered Master Rohl's final question, be it rhetorical or not. "My lord, I would become a great warrior in my own right if it is to be my destiny. But before I do so, I would grasp the basics of keeping myself alive, should my physical body come to harm."

 

Indeed, Kai was still very much after personal retribution. But for now, she would seek the knowledge that went hand in hand with dealing damage, and that was rendering health. It would be a while before she considered herself truly competent in the art of war, and therefore, it would be wise to seek the ways of healing in case some unforeseen harm came to pass her way.

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Aiden Rohl    8

To be short, Aiden was taken aback. 

 

This young woman was wise beyond his own years, and by far more well spoken than himself as well. He stood impassive as he listened and learned her  thought process, growing more and more impressed with her by the minute. Though uncommon in beliefs, there was no doubt that this woman was going to be a huge asset to the Sith. If only for her brilliance. 

 

"The only understanding of the sith code that would be 'correct' would be your own. It would be the one that drives you in your path to futher your goals and serve in the Remnant. What you hold to your mind to grow your strengths, what keeps you dedicated is your understanding of the code. And I must say, You have a damn good understanding."

 

He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck, not having expected such an extensive one sided conversation from her. "But don't ever call me lord. Master Rohl would do just fine." Offering her his datapad, he had already brought up a segment on 'Force mend' to be described for them, and to give them a basis to begin with. 

 

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 A basic healing ability in the Force, Force Mend allows an individual to enter a healing trance to heal themselves through injuries by focusing entirely on replenishing skin tissue, though it can not fix broken bones or damaged organs. On a basic level, this ability can only be used to heal oneself, but at an advanced level it can be used to heal another individual at the same time.

 

"As an alternative, we can always study the proper basics of medical attention, given that is more textbook style learning in comparison. However I did wish to go about learning something force related however. The choice is yours." 

 

As he spoke, he returned to his desk to find one of his tools that he normally used for small work and details to small gaps. It was small, and had a fairly sharp edge which was all he needed. Having already been fairly clean with his utensils, he quickly jammed the item into his palm and harshly dragged it down to carve a gash into his palm. There was a small wince of pain, barely a flex of a muscle in his temple, and he hissed out a breath. 

 

"More importantly, I prefer the hands on approach. So we shall start with this." He hoped they would both be a fast learner, he didn't need another scar to match the one on his face. 

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Kai Tsintah    50

Relieved to hear that Aiden Rohl found her understanding of the Sith Code acceptable, Kai bowed in acknowledgment of his approval. At his displeasure of having been called 'lord', she nodded and said, "Apologies, Master Rohl. It will not happen again." Adding the title to the name in her mind, she repeated it several times in her head, believing it was now fully committed to memory.

 

Aiden moved on, describing the particulars of a healing technique called 'Force Mend'. It seemed fascinating, almost like magic, she thought, as her imagination took flight. She envisioned skin cells in an open wound, replenishing themselves, revitalized by the power of the Force. She saw the tissue regenerate slowly, over time, but when it was done it seemed as if the abrasion had never occured in the first place. What was even more amazing was that the ability could be used on another individual and not just oneself. Kai could tell she would relish learning this ability, very very much. What use was attempting to exact revenge when you couldn't keep yourself alive long enough to finish the job?

 

When Aiden made the sudden offer that she could choose between learning Force Mend and basic techniques of first aid, Kai shook her head. "I know some basics in that already, Master Rohl," she spoke, her voice resolute. "Had my fair share of scrapes and cuts living on Nar Shaddaa, and even had to stitch up my father's arm and shoulder, once or twice."

 

To her astonishment, Aiden did not reply and instead went back to his desk, taking out some small instrument with which he then proceeded to cut his palm. The Korun winced inwardly, canting her head as the man addressed her again. It seemed that he was suggesting that the initiate help heal the newly formed gash. Kai was not certain if this technique involved direct physical contact - nor what else it entailed, for that matter - but her previous experience with Darth Verrin taught her that tactile contact was often comforting to the other person. Not that Aiden Rohl appeared to be in any need of it, but one never knew? 

 

She blew out a short breath and tried to center herself, then took up his wounded palm in her left hand and held it steady. Falling into the calm of the Force, she reached out, drawing on its power. Time slowed. Kai felt as if she stepped outside of her body, watching.... temporarily mesmerised by seeing a vast matrix of lines that connected all things, one to another. This room. The air particles in it. AIden Rohl. His bleeding hand. Kai Tsintah. The millions of cells making up each and every thing. Drifting back to the task at hand, the young woman focused on the cut in Aiden's hand, first on stimulating the body's own regenerative properties, starting with the closing of the skin and then a scab forming.... then the dead layers of protective skin falling away, revealing healed tissue beneath.

 

Everything felt like a blur of motion, as if all these processes worked in perfect concert. Kai's concentration intensified. The effort taxed her, and she knew she could not maintain it for long. Worse yet, she was not entirely sure her attempt was actually succeeding. It felt like it was? But the initiate was not yet ready to stir from the Force trance, continuing on with the exertion until her mind could no longer sustain the focus her undertaking demanded of her.

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Darth Verrin    2,130

Breathe in, breathe out... in again, out again... Meditation came easily to Verrin now, and he was able to enter the state effortlessly.  In contrast, when he'd first started in the Force, it had sometimes taken hours to reach the meditative state. After his first year, he had that time down to less than an hour, depending on how stressed-out he was. But now, he merely knelt in a quiet place, and took a few breaths - and he was there, at one with the Force, sensing it, even as it sensed him. Practice did make perfect.

 

He was reaching out with his senses, feeling the ebb and flow of the Force within the temple, and even out to the very planet itself. The Dark Side was strong here in the facility, mostly due to the location, but also because of the concentration of Sith. It felt like looking up at the night sky - the vastness of space was the Force, and most of that space was the Dark Side. There were the zillions of points of light too, the yin and yang of the galaxy. But as he breathed and stared at space, one of those stars flickered in his vision, drawing his mind's eye. His senses turned to focus.

 

Someone was practicing Light Side powers within the Academy.

 

Such a thing wasn't unheard of. There were Sith who dabbled in Light Side powers, and some who pursued them further than perhaps they should. The Light Side was all about protection, healing, bolstering, supporting. Most of the Sith who did it though, seldom maintained their efforts.  Not so long ago, on Dromund Kaas and Korriban, the Empire employed the services of the Inquisition - head-hunters who saw Light Side practitioners as criminals, and sought them out for punishment, reprogramming, or death.

 

The concern for Verrin wasn't those errant Sith, but the Jedi. Had the obscure hideout for the Remnant been discovered? Had a Jedi spy found his or her way into the place, engaged a Sith, and now worked to heal themselves in order to continue their spywork? Were they then going to alert other Jedi, bringing the whole Enclave down on all of their heads, and eradicating the Sith once and for all? 

 

Not on his watch.

 

Verrin's eyes snapped open, aglow with power and focus. He rose to his feet effortlessly, and strode with purpose and confidence towards the source of Light Side activity.

 

Force Sense

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Aiden Rohl    8

Though he was skeptical of course of letting someone touch him, he allowed it for the sake of pure curiosity. Like most things he fiddled with and learned from, he wished to peel away the layers and start from the source to the surface. The basic concept of something was only the surface. To fully understand something you must understand the workings.  It was facinating for sure, to see the edges of his cut mildly raise, to see the blood clotting faster and stop dripping to the floor. But no more than that occurred, though he still felt the power in his hand like a warm cloth dabbing his palm. 'Disgusting.'

 

The workings of force mend was something he would probably never attempt on his own. It was too light, too pure. But he would indulge with the uneasy feeling for the sake of learning. "Interesting." He murmured to himself, looking at her skeptically once more. Again, he wondered if she would be cut out for this life, the life of a sith. She had adapted so easily to the power and at her first attempt. Perhaps... Though he was still new, his ideas were probably not perfect... But the thought did cross his mind for a moment, that breaking the girl would be in her benefit. Bring out what the sith needed most to see in her.

 

Almost immediately he felt the power spike, and his gut clenched in reaction. Basking in the tingling of dark energy warning him, he felt the sensation of the light flickering away from his palm. So someone had noticed that brief exchange. His eyes flashed a bit darker shade of yellow as he reached out to the force, pulling as much as possible into him to continue 'washing' himself of the momentary light power.

 

"Brilliant." He grumbled mostly to himself, wondering if he would get a tongue lashing for this. Would not be the first he received, but probably one he would spite. He met Kai's eyes and nodded once. "You are an impressive learner." He admitted, then sighed almost wistfully. "But I think someone does not appreciate our little study session. Understandable, though. Light side powers as I said, are not the first thing a Sith chooses to learn. But it does have potential.... Hm...." HE furrowed his brow, and idly scratched at his bearded scarred cheek. "There was something I once read about...." He started muttering to himself, trying to remember alternatives to self healing. Not being one for self heal, it was difficult to think.

 

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Force sense used

 

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Kai Tsintah    50

Expelling a soft breath, Kai withdrew her hand from Aiden's and opened her eyes. Her face would have been ashen if it was not for the dark coloring of her skin, although dual-colored eyes held the tell tale signs of unspeakable fatigue, having glossed over as if she were about to faint. Taking an unsteady step back, the initiate bowed her head and murmured quietly. "Apologies, Master Rohl. It seems I have overreached myself." Now, she thought she had tapped into something; certainly, it felt as if the Force was working through her - but it had too calming an effect for it to be what she expected - a power borne of the dark side of the Force. No, this felt too ~ peaceful to be meant for the use of a Sith. 

 

Still and confused, unwilling to lift her eyes to meet Aiden's, Kai wondered if the Instructor had meant this exercise to be a cruel trick. It would make perfect sense if it was, but why pick on a nobody that knew nothing? And then he spoke, causing the young Korun to listen with all reverence, her head still bowed. She was uncertain what he meant by 'brilliant', for all she knew his hand was still bleeding (perhaps even profusely), and he enjoyed the gory sight. She tried to pick out undertones of sarcasm in the word but found none. And then, to her surprise, he commended Kai for her efforts. Her chin lifted slowly, only to freeze at the point where he uttered a subtle warning and confirmed her earlier doubts. 

 

A Light side Force technique, here of all places... And someone felt it keenly, perhaps more than one someone. 

 

Her heart fell. Aiden did not seem in the mood to discipline Kai for this 'transgression', even if he did willingly participate in the lesson and cut his own flesh to encourage her attempt to heal him. Kai simply did what came naturally. Her actions were dictated by simple logic and what little experience she had in the field of first aid. She did not know what to say to Aiden's commentary on the situation, so her words reflected only muted regret and willingness to accept whatever consequences to come. If there was a way to correct what she had brought about, Kai would do so. She only needed some proper guidance in the matter, even if it involved further discipline. The young Korun was not afraid of pain (be it physical or emotional), especially when warranted.

 

"My ignorance has caused this. How may I make amends?"

 

The initiate would stand and wait in silence, uneasy for the near future and hopeful that whoever felt the disturbance would prove as understanding as he (or she) was wise.

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Darth Verrin    2,130

The sensation of the Light Side in the Academy was like a plume of baking deserts.  It was a sweet, tempting odor that led Verrin through the halls and onward towards Aiden's quarters. The 'smell'  grew stronger as Verrin drew closer to the source, but even as he did, it was fading - evidence that the culprit had either ceased the activity or gone into hiding. Verrin snapped his fingers and two Guardians emerged, seemingly from nowhere. They'd been tailing him silently and invisibly, as was their job, moving like his shadow. One reached out and handed Verrin gauntlets, and a skull-shaped mask. Verrin took the former, donning them, but waved off the latter. He was home, and didn't need the affectation for this particular mission. He might regret the mask, if he ran into a small horde or Jedi, but he dind't expect to.  This was a lone operator - maybe two - or a Sith practicing the art of the Light Side without oversight.  On a scale of one to ten with ten being the most dangerous situation, Verrin saw this as a two... at best.

 

He arrived outside Aiden Rohl's room, and waved at the Guardians. One opened the portal, and then they both flanked Verrin as he entered the room uninvited. All of them had their light-weapons in hand, though not yet ignited. If Jedi were present, he'd deal with them.  If the only occupant was Aiden, Verrin would gather him to assist in the hunt.  If nobody was present, they would continue their search elsewhere...

 

Verrin's eyes fell on a relatively unkempt room, and its two occupants.  He recognized them both immediately. "Master Rohl... Miss Tsintah..." he began, but then paused, sniffing the air like a bloodhound, even though the Light Side didn't actually emit an odor.

 

"Did either of you sense that?  That... there may be a Jedi spy in our midst. There was a burst of Light Side power... but... it's gone now..."

 

There was no sign of the energy anymore - not within this space, and certainly not from the two Sith. Kai looked somewhat troubled, but given that Verrin didn't know what the pair had been talking about, he couldn't tell if it was a pre-existing situation, or the sudden presence of himself and his Guardians that caused her unease.

 

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Aiden Rohl    8

The fact that it was Lord Verrin himself, made him pause, a small wash of relief covering him momentarily after seeing the Zabrak. Any other lord would probably skin them without question. Thankfully, from what Aiden had seen in his youth and very recently, Verrin was a thinker and more logical that the sith he had encountered in the past. Without a doubt, had he come in guns a 'blazin, Aiden would have jumped on the challenge, fed by any aggressive energy within the room. 

Verrin, thankfully, was one to investigate apparently before swinging the axe. Aiden scrubbed his chin thoughtfully as he peered at the older Zabrak, gears obviously turning in his head with the new possible assistance. 

"Ah my lord." Aiden bowed quickly as he entered, taking note of the guard with him. Silly, it seemed to him still , to be guided by an elite guard with a stature as such. "Sorry 'bout that. You see I gave Miss Tsintah the option here of learning a basic force technique to learn and grow on, and coincidentally she chose to heal. Not that I blame her, the idea is not a bad one, but I can't seem to remember an alternative ability.... Would you happen to have any ideas?"

Aiden continued to fondle the scruff at his chin as he thought out loud. 

"Once, long ago in my studies I came across a potential power that offered to harm another while helping oneself.  I found no interest in the topic then but now I can't for the life of me remember what it was or how someone went about it." His brows furrowed as he realized he had been negligent in something in text form. Normally he prided himself on his learning and quick thinking yet here he was slacking in his first task with this brilliant young woman. It was aggravating to say the least. 

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A look of relief washed over Verrin's face, and he waved off the Guardians that stood at the ready. He, and they, clipped hilts to belts, and the guarding moved from the room to the hallway as the resident Darth expressed the thoughts he wore.

 

"Well... that's a relief," he said, and it was.  It meant that Jedi hadn't found them after all. But he still needed to address the matter at hand and the decisions made.

 

"With so few of us here, I was concerned we'd been discovered. But the use of Light Sided power... " He trailed off for a moment, and looked at some of the items cluttering the workspace.  Some of it looked important, and other bits appeared to be nothing more than junk.  It reminded him of his own desk - the piles of papers and flimsi.  Verrin supposed it would appear very similar, were their positions reversed. Unbidden, and perhaps slightly rude, he lifted a piece of seeming 'junk' to his face an scrutinized it more closely while he continued.

 

"I get it," he offered, "The desire to heal... to preserve.  Whether the reasons are for preservation of the self, or those around you, the instinct to salvage and repair yourself and allies is strong. I was that way myself, when I started. I wanted to be a support character, in the big scheme of things. I wanted to heal others and myself, so that they could continue to fight.  I was a pacifist - didn't want to ever harm a soul. Part of my plan was to keep myself out of harm's way, by keeping those who wanted to be there, in the thick of it. Altruistic?  Maybe. Selfish?  It didn't feel that way at the time, but in a sense, it certainly was."

 

Verrin returned the item to the worktable, and looked at his own hand.

 

"I learned it... that same art of restoration.  I dabbled in Light Side efforts at first, believing I was ensuring the survival of the Sith.  But what you'll find is that, as you seek more and more power, and as you dip further down into the well of energy in the Dark Side, the less that power will want you to stay in touch with its lighter half. Go far enough, and while you hold some power over life and death as a Sith, you'll feel that energy of the Light Side as a burning sensation.  It would be like wrapping yourself in layers to protect yourself from the cold, and then exposing some bare flesh to it.  It may not kill you, but frack, it'll hurt.

 

As he spoke, Verrin pulled on the Force.  He could still sense the Light Side, and could start to bring it to his beck and call.  But where the Dark Side leaped to him like an eager dog, the Light Side almost cautiously crept forward like a feral cat. His willpower was strong enough - if he really wanted it, he could use it, he could heal a wound.  His iron will was strong enough to push aside the pain of the effort, to get him through it.  But the rewards simply weren't worth putting himself through all of that. It couldn't save his leg, back when he'd shattered it amidst the Rakata Invasion, and it couldn't bring back his baby girl. He rapidly shook his hand as if he'd dipped it into hot water.

 

"There are other ways to heal.  The more you learn of the Dark Side, the more you'll understand the give-and-take nature of it. It demands a price for its power.  Let me demonstrate.  Both of you... attend me."

 

He called them closer together, and with a simple word, "Observe," he called upon the Dark Side.

 

Power swelled within the room, and through him. And almost immediately, the injury upon Aiden began to stitch together - the skin around the cut was knitting itself, as if it had never been.  But the Dark Side niggled at the flesh, causing a different kind of pain than the simple cut could provide.  Verrin smirked a little. It was a torture technique in the most primal way - one would break the bones of the victim, harming but not killing them, and then use this technique to knit those bones back together, causing a different kind of pain as the Dark Side did the knitting. It was rather like having thousands of tiny nanites stitching the wound, without anesthetic.  But Verrin figured Aiden was enough of a Master to handle the discomfort.

 

When he was finished, the wound was gone.  But Verrin also explained, "The other healing technique.. if you knew it, Master Rohl, would involve you transferring your pain to someone else. Force Invigorate, is the common term for this ability. I would suggest you both look it up in your spare time."

 

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Kai Tsintah    50

Kai stood frozen to her spot, a whirlwind of thoughts having its way with her mind. What did it matter what side was used as long as the objective was reached? Must the Sith always use the Force in a certain way or risk being branded a heretic and perhaps even killed? Wasn't the Force simply just that, the Force? To be used and mastered, as needed? Were there no exceptions to using Light side powers in the face of clear and present danger? The initiate shut down her mind the moment Darth Verrin started speaking, although she was not altogether convinced that she liked where his monologue was heading. Just the same, the Korun maintained a poker face and listened with her head slightly bowed.

 

Amidst the guiding words, a demonstration would follow. Kai had the opportunity to witness this before where Darth Verrin was concerned. He did not merely talk. His words were backed by clear, concise actions that always seemed to get his points across. This particular presentation was no different, and it appeared (by design), to convince the initiate of the potent power of the Dark Side.

 

"Darth Verrin, this technique you have just shown me - surely, it must have some kind of drawback, if not for the user then for the recipient of its restorative power?" For every action, there was an equal and opposite, reaction. Falling silent, Kai thought it wiser not to speak at greater length, given that she had already committed a blatant faux pas. Chances were, the Guardians might not tolerate another, even with a powerful Sith Lord's presence nearby.  

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Aiden Rohl    8

Though he did not appreciate his personal space and belongings being observed and tampered with- organized chaos being the foundation of his desk- Aiden remained silent while he listened intently to Verrin explain what Aiden could not teach. 

 

He was correct, though Aiden was not fully submerged as he could be, the little attempt, the reach and pull of the light had given him little discomfort in reaction to Kai's attempt, as failed as it was. The idea that there was something more easily harnessed by himself, and by extension Kai, was far more appealing than going through that test once more. 

 

"There are other ways to heal.  The more you learn of the Dark Side, the more you'll understand the give-and-take nature of it. It demands a price for its power.  Let me demonstrate.  Both of you... attend me."

 

''Attend me?' Are we slaves once more?' was Aiden's immediate thought on his phrasing, he really couldn't help it with his past, but reminded himself that Verrin was of different stature than him. With that came a more different view of use of vocabulary. Though the words from the Karr prodded at his immature  nature, he let his left brow offer the minimalist twitch before he moved closer, curiosity overshadowing whatever snarky joke that danced on his tongue. 

 

"Observe."

 

He had not been prepared for the swell of energy that surrounded them, and he basked in it for the quick moment before his hand felt like it ignited in flame. Bringing up his palm so both he and Kai could see it, he fought the mild flexing of muscles up his arm and his jaw at the feeling. Once there was a dull ache where the cut had been, now it felt as though the wound was being cauterized shut. A familiar feeling he had experienced in regards to the scar across his face, yet considerably less intense than having your face fried for the sake of saving some vital blood. As expected, as the wound shut, it was far more clean and well put together than his face had been. Leaving an angry red puckered line of flesh before further healing into a simple white line. 

 

"I'll be damned...." Aiden muttered, flexing his fingers and curving his palm to test the durability of the heal, not quite believing his own eyes. "That's a lot better than a Kolto bath.

 

"Darth Verrin, this technique you have just shown me - surely, it must have some kind of drawback, if not for the user then for the recipient of its restorative power?"

 

"I'll have to look into those for future uses..." He nodded mostly to himself, but still wanted to acknowledge Verrin's suggestion. "And I agree... My arm isn't going to slowly rot away over time is it? Not that a shiny metal arm wouldn't be interesting. But she has a valid point, what kind of backfire can anyone expect come from this kind of power?"

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"A small cut," Verrin started to explain, "certainly wouldn't require the same compensation as say, a broken bone, or a punctured lung. The pain is proportional. Crucitorn can transfer pain... amplify it... nullify it. Other techniques take a wound and transfer it to someone else. When one is truly accomplished, they can repair life-threatening damage, even stave off death itself until proper medical facilities can be reached. In this case, it really is 'mind over matter', you know. And with Sith...

 

... with Sith, we use pain to fuel our power in the Dark Side. The more pain we experience, the more power we can command.  The more our hearts are broken, the more we allow ourselves to feel... truly feel our emotions, including the anguish caused by pain... the stronger we become. That is, assuming we can maintain control of our minds, right?"

 

Verrin drew back a step or so, and lowered the cowl of his robe, revealing his crown of horns.  Then, he hooked a thumb inside the collar, and drew it aside to reveal the front of his shoulder to them both. There, amidst the many inked lines of several tattoos, was a somewhat hidden scar about the diameter of a spear... or a lightsaber.

 

"In my early years among the Sith, I had a cruel master who believed that instruction in such techniques required... 'hands on experience'. In his mind, if I succeeded, I would survive.  If not, then oh well, another Sith would come along who could do it.  But... there were more of us back then."

 

Verrin drew his collar and cowl back into place, and further commented, "There is no pain quite like it... and it fueled my need to save myself in the Force. But what was the cost for using my power that way, to heal my wound and keep myself together long enough to make it to Medical?  Some would say my sanity was the cost.  Jedi would argue that their power could heal it without a cost.

 

We call it Invigorate... Infuse... Innervation... Preservation... Many years ago, it was called Dark Transfer, though that term now applies to something different.  But the gist of the power line is the same.  The act of using the Dark Side to heal causes pain.  The pain causes us anguish, and if we can keep our wits, we can use that pain to fuel the power even more. Is Light Side healing easier?  an objective individual would say yes - absolutely. The cost of that power is simply mental and spiritual fatigue. But if one truly wants to access the most powerful application of the Dark Side... THAT cost is the drawing away from the Light. The Light Side powers then cause us significant pain and distress."

 

He stepped back towards the door a bit, and continued, "Consider your end-goals.  I realize it may be too soon, especially for you, Miss Tsintah.  But walking the path of a Jedi is different than that of the Sith, and both are different than the path of our ancestral 'Dark Jedi'.  Just be aware that before the fall of our current Empire, there was a Darth on the Council who headed up a group called The Inquisition. That group punished, and executed Sith who used the powers of the Light Side.  And while the Inquisition is no longer around, that Darth has gone on to become the reigning Sith'ari.  I would be surprised if he turned a blind eye to such activities.

 

I believe in education... knowledge being power. I know of these techniques, and don't share our Lord's view on those who dabble in them.  But I also cannot protect you if you draw his ire.  I urge you to be cautious.  And if you truly want to master the Dark Arts, then I strongly recommend avoiding the Light Side powers at all costs. They would simply be chains that you would be inflicting upon yourselves."

 

 

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