When the Darkest Candle of Might Clashes Against the Fragile Mountain (open)

[Wil Mienstrire]

Wil stood in the sparring grounds, again, able to sneak into an area within the fortress of spitty Sith using his expert Doomside ninja skills to remain undetected. He had at least known where he was going this time as he'd found it a few times before earlier that week when he had been sure the map was wrong and the hall ways were actually in a circular path. Really, the nauseation and his bad sense of direction, had later been concluded as a result of spinning around too many columns and just running in whatever direction he stumbled off into. He had kinda banked on the Doomside to come through there with some innate sense of direction as it often had. Wil had concluded that the Doomside obviously could not operate while he was dizzy.

But yeah, the sparring grounds. Wil had snuck in here because he didn't feel like dealing with any of the nancys who called themselves Sith. Wil was a Doomsider, Darth Exquisitus, master of all things most excellent and righteous and the only guy to have a totally sweet sword like the Valkyrie. The sword was huge, like so big it was too cool for school. Wil was actually use to it's weight and could properly balance himself most of the time while he had it sheathed. The thing was strong and sharp enough to cut through a lot of stuff though, Wil had been trying it out. Since he was already perfect, practice was only going to awaken his perfection further.

The blade was curved and the handle was big enough for both his hands to grasp it with room to spare. He would try to describe it as a katana and anyone else who saw it would say it was made for some giant race and not for Wil. At all. Regardless, Wil paid no heed to simpletons who obviously had no eye for a master swordsman at work. He unsheathed the weapon and slung it over his shoulder. It landed in the sand with a large cloud of sand rising on either side. By the time he had rubbed it out of his face, he shifted his footing and slung it to his side.

So it wasn't as easy as stealing a swoop, but just like that, he'd get the hang of it.

[Tarsis]

The metal clanking of Tarsis' power suit could be heard through the halls of the training vault, its servos and actuators clicking into gear with every step Tarsis made. He had been practicing like he did everyday, but unlike every other day, Tarsis had picked up on an unknown Force signature during his private meditation. Upon investigation, Tarsis stumbled upon a young boy wielding a sword that looked as if he were to hold it out to his side; he'd tumble over from its weight. Unsheathing his vibrosword, Tarsis lifted it over his shoulder and placed it down in front of him, its tip buried in the sand and clasped both hands around its hilt and watched as the young man proceeded to practice. How this kid had got into the training grounds without the alerting the others was beyond him, but Tarsis didn’t care. The fact was that this kid had infiltrated the Order and needed to be taken care of.

Tightening his grip, Tarsis spoke up as the kid stopped to catch his breath.

“I suggest you pick a smaller weapon boy. You’re liable to hurt yourself with that one.”

[Wil Mienstrire]

Wil turned slowly, releasing one hand from the hilt so the sword sunk to the ground in the grip of his other. His hand lifted and pointed to the large man in a gesture that in many systems was taken as a death threat or a serious insult to one's bloodline, pick your preference. Wil's eyes were like chromatic orbs of wicked yellow-green ice, piercing like lasers.

The Doomside was everywhere around here and it had kept Wil from noticing the intruder's entrance. Wil's vision adjusted to the darkness in which the figure waited but he masterfully masked the realization of just how big this panzy was. And his sword was nearly as big as Wil's. But not big enough, how pitiful.

"Do you even know to whom you speak, mortal?!"

[Tarsis]

"Some little Bantha pile that thinks he's a big boy because he has a big sword."

Tarsis smiled. This kid didn't even look 18 but yet he talked like he had seen first hand the tides of war. Regardless, this kid had broken into the Order, and was obviously not an Acolyte like Tarsis, so had no business here in the first place. But, Tarsis was rather enjoying this. This kid had an ego the size of Coruscant and it really needed to be taken down a few notches. Tarsis would entertain the thought for a little while longer.

“Please, by all means, tell me whom I’m speaking too.”

[Wil Mienstrire]

"I AM."

The accent put on those two words demonstrated Wil's superb mastery of the Basic language as they emphasized his next words, the pause after allowing the subject in which the words were thus directed to be drawn into what would follow.

"Like Darth Exquisitus. The Master of this place and an expert Doomsider to the sixty ninth power."

Of course he was.

"You must've failed to recognize at a glance, but now that you are sure of it, you can go along your pointless way and leave me be. You're like, one of those Sithlings, right?"

Sudoku hadn't been shortcoming on the serious pitfalls of what they called members this place was inhabited with. It'd didn't require a double take to see that this noober was one of them.

[Tarsis]

It was all Tarsis could do to stop himself from doubling over with laughter.

"Darth Exquisitus? Are you serious?"

There was no way Tarsis could take this kid serious. It was just physically impossible, especially if he was going to continue to go around and shout out Doomsider to the sixty ninth power.

Stammering a bit to keep down his laughter, Tarsis composed himself and then nodded his head to Wil's question.

"I am Tarsis, Sith Acolyte to the Order and no..." Tarsis said as he lifted his vibrosword up and laid it on his shoulder. “I can't just leave you be boy. I know nothing of you other than your name. Tell me, why and how did you get here?"

[Wil Mienstrire]

"Why?"

This guy was pretty dumb, no doubt about that. Why was anyone here. This planet reeked of the Doomside and thus they were called to it, like little buggies to a big buggy zapper. It was just that some of the buggies came away able to throw lightning instead of taking it up the rear like what had happened to so many others.

"I'm here for this..."

He regrasped his sword and flipped the blade before him, angling it towards the armored behemoth.

"And I got here like you did just not in a cage with a 'send to Korriban Zoo' sign on it."