Thread: Lessons in the Dark  [ Jagd & Bear ]

The Sith stood there, a silent edifice of all that was evil according to her master, the Jedi Order, the Republic, basically everyone she ever knew. Made no motion to stop her in her exploration of the room, not that there was much to see really. Someone had left a wrist computer behind. It was nearly impossible to discern much about the Sith besides that the physique and style of the armor indicated the wearer was most likely male. The ship was of solid design and given the lack of amenities was probably not for leisure or personal transport. Instead it was probably more militaristic in intent. The walls were a gunmetal gray though with lighter gray accents. It desperately needed some color. Yet it was not entirely made for boring efficiency. The common room had significant open space and the curved walls along one side must have been stylistic and not practical. The food dispenser was also of a more high end model. It certainly seemed a lot better then the one on the spartanly monastic Jedi ship. He stood there in silence but within he was busy listening, listening to the young womans heart rate, to her breathing, to the emotions that coursed through her louder than it did through many Sith he had fought with. She telescoped her very soul through the feelings that welled up within her. It was intoxicating. Rultan had chosen poorly as a Jedi. It amused the Sith greatly. In time this woman would learn her place was not at her Master Rultan's side but at his. The voice that finally answered her was muffled some coming through the mask he still wore. It was evident that the Sith remained in his armor from the silhouette he made there near the exterior wall. I do not know where Master Rultan is. I assume he is currently seeking you. If you wish to use what little knowledge you possess and the Force to call for him, you may. I will not stop you. A gauntleted hand waved through the air dismissively. He shifted slightly, only so much as to look off at something to the right yet still kept his back to the woman. And if you are going to take that lightsaber and strike me down, do so quickly. We have much to talk about yet if your decision is to assassinate someone from behind be quick, decisive. The Sith hadnt been sure but it turns out this will be her first lesson. In battle be quick, decisive was a good lesson and was not what the Jedi taught. Of course everything he suggested went entirely against the Jedi Order and was touted within the Orders hallowed halls as a gateway to the Dark Side. One needed to face their opponent, if possible give them the opportunity to surrender, fight with honor or some trite drivel like that. It was not part of his teaching though. This woman would become his student as well. Yet she needed to be awoken into it. She had potential. Incredible potential as a Sith. As a Jedi she was terrible and the Order clearly had its work cut out for it to suppress the emotions which stewed within this woman so easily. They probably kept her as a student just to ensure she didn't become a follower of the Sith. The idea amused him. Behind the mask he even smiled. It was time to begin though. Sith lessons are not taught through silence. That was foolish Order thinking. Just the idea of meditating at someone when they were right there was ludicrous. No, the Sith taught through lessons steeped in the fabric of who people are, not a rigid cage to bind ones very existence, ones soul. If you are going to kill me and even if you are not, would you share with me your name? If you are to kill me, think of it as a request to at least know the name of my murderer. If you instead are willing to talk or at the very least listen it will make addressing you easier if another walks in this room. His head turned more. Not yet enough to have her in his peripheral vision but enough that she could see the mask once more. His armor was a variation of a common motif among Sith Lords whom pictures and holograms of had been plastered about by the various news agencies of the Republic. Of course it was mostly in the colors of red and black. Yet his was relatively simple design, not as ostentatious as other Sith. Yet behind that mask an eyebrow cocked as he waited to see, searching the Force, searching for her emotions to see if she would channel her anger rage and attack someone from behind or if curiosity would conquer. Or perhaps she would surprise him.