Awaiting Master Dyzm (Dark Lord Dyzm)

[SashaKovalev]

Sasha walked out onto the training grounds quite early. The sun hadnt yet risen for the morning, but its rays were fighting their way over the horizen, casting an almost surreal glow to the lush green grounds.

The past twelve hours had passed in a strange blur. When he had made his request for a master, he hadnt been answered, only ushered out of the entrance chamber, and further into the depths of the dwelling. He had attempted sleep, but the unfamiliar surroundings mixed with excitement and nervous anxiety had made that nearly impossible. He had questioned himself throughout the dark hours of the night, wondering if this was indeed the correct decision for him. Stubbornly, he had pushed those thoughts from his head, reminding himself that this was what he had wanted, and if he wasnt a suitable candidate, they would have quickly ushered him back out the door, at best. As he had finally drifted off into a restless slumber, he was awakened and led to the training grounds.

His eyes adjusted to the dim settings and he paced just a bit. His blaster remained on his hip, for it hadnt been taken from him, and his left hand came to rest upon it, a habit he had formed many years ago.

He inhaled deeply, and released the breath, trying to calm his heart that seemed to be pounding much too loudly in his chest. He knew only the master's name, and little more than that about him. He wondered about him. Would he be older or younger? Patient or easily agitated? What would he expect of the tempermental eighteen year old?

He knew he could learn quickly. He wouldnt really have any other choice, he had decided. His knowledge of the force was minimal, for his mother had never spoken of it. He remembered long ago, when he had managed to come upon his father's ligthsaber. It had been the only thing he had known of his father. Or the man he supposed must be his father. At the very least, it was the possesion of a man who had spent at least a night or part of the night with his mother. She had caught him wth it. Lighting it and swinging it curiously. He had never forgotten her expression. He had never seen her so angry or so upset as she had been. It had been taken from him, and she had grounded him. He hadnt cared so much about the punishment, but more that his mother hadnt spoken with him for two weeks after the incident. And the lightsaber had disappeared.

But finding it, just finding that lightsaber had opened his eyes to a world he hadnt known had existed, and the more he asked about it, the more he researched it, the more he had known that he did possess the ability. He just didnt know to hwat extent, how to use it, how to channel it, or what to do with it. And now, with his mother gone, he was finally free to pursue that which had piqued his curiosity thirteen years ago.

He looked to the horizen, watching the rays of sun as they trudged on in their battle to defeat the darkness of the night. He knew it wouldnt be long now before his master would arrive.

[Dark Lord Dyzm]

**A Sudden swirl of cape, Dyzm walks into the room. Dyzm scans the room quickly, and nods once to Sasha.**

Are you ready? If so, what do you want to learn first?

[SashaKovalev]

So this was the man who was to be his master. And he was all business.

Sasha turned to face the man who had entered the room. He sank briefly to one knee, his head bowed out of respect before he rose to answer his master's question.

This, he hadnt expected. That he would have any sort of word in the direction of his training. His violet eyes were hopeful as he dared to raise them to his master.

"I am ready to learn, my master." He replied, his voice slightly hesitant, though respectful.

He chose his words carefully, not wanting to waste Dyzm's time.

"I've been training on my own and learning from books." He stated.

"But I have much to learn, and as you are my master, I will gratefully accept whatever training you feel that I deserve." He added quickly.

This was all quite new to him. He had never received any formal training before and was a student quite eager to learn whatever it was his master was willing to show him.

[Dark Lord Dyzm]

**Dyzm sees the hopeful gleam spark in the boys eyes. A feral grin creeps up on to Dyzm's face. This boy showed promise. Now to destroy any traces of humanity inside him, and he would become powerful. Dyzm knew exactly what he should do, but first. He needed to know some background on him.**

So tell me, have you ever used the force before?

[SashaKovalev]

His master had grinned at his response. But it wasnt a normal grin of amusement - it was an evil gleam, containing ferocity and a sense of a wild, untamed beast. Sasha swalowed nervously, releaseing a shallow breath as he tried to calm the heartbeat that seemed to be pounding from his chest.

Had he used the force before? To some degree, yes. when he'd learned of it, what it was, how it flowed, he had tried. And slowly, on his own, he had learned to use it, though without direction, his abilities had been limited. He just needed someone to show him, to teach him how to release the anger he felt inside and to let the force flow through his veins as freely as his blood did.

His expression, as the question was asked, dropped. He appeared somewhat ashamed - ashamed for not knowing more than he did.

"I've used it some." He replied, his eyes casting towards the ground.

"Ive been learning on my own to levitate, and to feel the presence of others, or their thoughts. Ive been trying to just let it flow and become a part of me." His eyes peered up at his master once again. He felt rather young and insignificant in the presence of his master, for he knew very little, and would require much training. He didnt want to be a burden, or considered weak, and above all, he wanted to please his master.

"I will learn quickly." He promised. "And I will work hard." He added, his violet eyes earnest as he spoke.

[Dark Lord Dyzm]

"Ok, then we will start with the basics, directing the force. For now, just remember something that angered you, something which just pissed you off. Pull it from your memories, allow the anger to build up within you. When you become stronger, you can use the other aspects of the Darkside to power your attacks, but for now, Anger is the simpleist."

**While he was talking, Dyzm was channeling his own force powers into his hand. With a small flash, black lighting springs from his hand, twirling around his finger and coiling up his arm.**

"This is the tougher force skills. I do not expect you to master this yet. Yet if you wish, you can practice creating small sparks in your free time. Just imagine your anger as ropes of power, arching into the air and to your target. For now, though, lets practice force shoves."

**The black lighting retreats back into Dyzm's hand as he turns to face a wall**

"Again, grasp your anger, use it to fuel you. Stare at the wall, and then imagin a wall of energy, or anything you want. And push it away from you, into the wall."

**Setting action to words, Dyzm raises his hand. A cuncusion of air is heard a second before an oval section of wall, half a foot deep, is smashed into dust. Dyzm turns to his pupil**

"Your turn"

[SashaKovalev]

He listened intently as his master explained how he was to channel the force to use it as he desired. As requested of him, his thoughts drifted to a series of things that angered him, only to be distracted by the black lighting display.

His violet eyes widened slightly. He had seen pictures of such a thing, but he had never actually seen it in real life. His emotions were mixed. This lighting, surely, would be very painful if used on someone - yet - he was curious about it - wanted to be able to do it himself. He would, in his free time, practice such things. It was intriguing, the power that his master contained, and that he perhaps, someday, would, too.

The suggestion of force shoves was something that he could grasp just a bit easier. He was familiar with lifting objects, moving them, and this seemed relatively close - just without the object itself. He watched as his master rather easily destroyed a piece of the wall and then turned to him.

Your turn. His turn. He nodded. He could not doubt himself. He could not think of failing. He would not be weak. For a moment, he was nervous, doubtful of his abilities, and fearful of disappointing his master. But his masters words of using his anger pushed his doubts aside. There was no room for weakness here. Only anger. He lifted his chin a bit higher and inhaled deeply. Slowly, he let his breath out as he thought of those things that angered him.

It was difficult to pull one thing, at first. Difficult to choose one memory among so many others. But eventually, it came to him. He had never dealth with his mother's death. When it had occurred, he had pushed it aside, leaving no room to grieve, and moved on. It was now, he realized, that he was angry. Angry with his mother for putting him in this world without a father and then leaving him alone to face it. He could feel the heat as it rose to his cheeks. It almost tingled, it moved so quickly. His hands balled into fists, and his teeth clenched, his jaw set in determination.

His first attempt was neither pathetic nor anything special. It was average. Plain old average. The sound of the force of it could be heard, and perhaps the wall buckled slightly, a few bits crumbling here and there. But nothing that would amaze any great master. And that, too, angered him, his impatience fueling his anger. His eyes narrowed, and without a word, without asking for a second chance, he took one.

His second attempt was better. He could feel the anger, the bitterness, as it flowed through him. He had felt something like this before, only different when he'd been in fights or arguments. But this was slightly different - this was smooth. It was fluid, and it was addicitive. His strike was concentrated - rather than spreading out and taking out more of the wall, it drove a hole through it. The hole wasnt large, but it showed promise.

He stared at it for a moment before he turned back to his master, his expression was serious and determined, his eyes seeking some sort of acceptance from the man he sought to please.

[Dark Lord Dyzm]

**Dyzm eyed the crumbling remains of the wall in front of him with approval. At LAST! A worthy apprentice! Dyzm had all but gave up on training someone. They all left after a week of training, yet this one showed promise. Dyzm could very well see in his minds eye the day this one would surpass his own powers. Sasha's force push was strong for one so unexperienced as he. This one could not be rushed, or Dyzm could could shatter his mind, sending Shasha into the depths of madness... yet, on the other hand, the presure of a rushed training... No, not rushed, vigorious training, might bring out dormat powers. Dyzm turns to stare into the eyes of the one before him. Yes, he could handle the Towers...**

"Follow me, for your next bit of training"

**Dyzm walks off toward the west wall. He was sure Shasha was following him, he could feel it through the force. As they neared the wall. A small mechanic whine is heard, and two solid looking sections of wall swung open to display a Turbolift."

"The door, its force activated. The switch is nestled inside, so only those with powers can enter."

**Stepping into lift, Dyzm awaits for Shasha to enter before keying in the floor destination. With a slight lurch, the turbolift took off upward. In just a few short seconds, the doors open again. Outside, the land streched out below. Whistling winds tear at the open door.**

"This... is the West Tower, across the way is the east tower. If you look carefully, You will see a fine cable line stretching from East to West. Your task, is to cross it.!"

**Dyzm takes a step outside. With a crack like thunder, his cape is snapped up by the winds. Staggering for a moment, under the pressure. Raising his hand into the wind, Dyzm agains calls on the force. His cape falls back to drape across his back as Dyzm created a small wedge in which to part the winds around him.**

"Just 3 simple rules though,
You can not levitate, you can not create a shield, and you must not fall. O yeah, I almost forgot."

**Dyzm hits a switch next to the turbo lift's opening. A small trapdoor opens to his left, and 8 small practice droids float out.**

"Ah, now you can start."

[SashaKovalev]

As his eyes sought those of his master, he thought that perhaps he saw something of approval, but he couldnt be sure. At the very least, Dyzm had not scolded him. Instead, his master had turned and walked off, calling for him to follow.

And he did. He took up stride behind his master, following him obediently towards the west wall. He was surprised by the wall that had opened - for it had seemed to him quite a solid structure. He took in every word of his master's explanation, committing it to memory for a time when it might be needed. The ride on the lift was short - and silent. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest - both alive with the andrenaline of the force shove, and apprehension about when the next activity might be.

The winds swirled about them as they stepped from the lift. He had to plant his feet firmly to brace himself, and even then he longed to rest a hand along the wall for reassurance. But he didnt have time for such things. As his next task was explained, he felt a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. The ground was a long way down, and the wind was bad enough on solid ground, nevermind a thin cable.

His violet eyes widened slightly, and he swallowed back the nervousness that he could feel. He looked from the cable, to his master, and back at the cable.

Just 3 simple rules though, You can not levitate, you can not create a shield, and you must not fall.

The rules might have been simple, but the task was not. He was particularly distracted by the practice droids that had just rolled out. He wasnt sure what, exactly, they were for, but he was willing to bet it wasnt anything nice.

He wanted to ask what would happen if he did fall - but to ask such a thing would suggest weakness - suggest that he might fail.

He was nervous. There was no doubt about it. Though he hadnt ever had a huge fear of heights, this height was enough to make anyone feel dizzy.

He knew there would be no crossing the cable without the use of the force. That was clear, for the winds whipping about him now would surely knock him off the cable without some sort of help.

He released the breath he hadnt realized he'd been holding, and put his mind to the task. Either his master wanted to kill him, or his master had felt he was capable of accomplishing such a feat. He chose the latter, for he had no desire to die - and certainly not by falling to his death.

He took a few steps toward the edge of the platform, as if to indicate to his master that he was up to the challenge, though even as he did so, he was beginning to think he was crazy for considering such a thing.

It was daunting. He almost wanted to give in. But that would get him nowhere, and to give in would make him just about as good as dead. Truly, death or chickening out were the same - perhaps death, even, would be better. And this was what gave him the determination. There was no other choice.

The change in his demeanor would have been apparent to his master, for prior to this revelation, his shoulders had been slightly slumped, and his movements tentative. But with his revelation, he'd stood up just a bit straighter, and held his chin just a bit higher. And the glint, there was a determined glint in his violet eyes. He looked back to his master for a moment, and then without a word, he turned back to the cable.

He set a foot on it, as if testing the surface. The wind still whipped about him, challenging him, mocking him. He stepped back, planting both feet firmly back on the tower. It had felt wrong. Very wrong. He took another deep breath, and then focused. As he had in the last activity he called upon his anger to give him strength. His limbs were alive with the anger, with the andrenaline, with the feeling of the force as he took the next step out onto the cable once again.

His eyes were focused ahead of him - across the cable at the tower on the other side. It seemed such a very long way away. But this thought, this weak thought angered him even more, and he brushed it from his mind. His first few steps were small ones as he tried to get a good feeling for the cable, and where, exactly it was beneath his feet. The winds continued to whip about him, for he wasnt allowed to create a shield to protect him from them. Instead he used the force to anchor him, to lead him on his path. He did his best to let it flow through him, to let the dark side of the force lead him, rather than attempting to channel it and bend it to his will. At times, yes, he would want to channel it, but here and now, was the time to live it, breath it, and be one with it. To let it guide him.

This tactic got him a good ten feet across the cable.....

(ooc: Thought I'd leave some of it up to you...I figure the practice droids are here for a reason.... ;) )

[Dark Lord Dyzm]

**From the air around him, the practice droids flew. Buffeted by the same winds as Shasha, they had troubles lining up shots. Within in each, the miniture AI tried to cope with the variables. A silent command from the lead droid solved the problem though. Just fire. 8 Small ruby darts spat out, zeroing in on the Sith Apprentice.**

[SashaKovalev]

He had been concentrating so hard on trying to make it across, he had forgotten the droids - and he had failed to keep his mind open to feel for the presence of anyone or anything else. In this area, he would need work.

The wind blew several of the darts only slightly off course, but two of them managed to hit their mark. They didnt hit dead center as intended, but instead caught his arm.

Surprised, and shocked by the pain in his bicep, he faltered, teetering on the cable, his life passing quickly before him.

His teeth clenched as he willed back the pain. The darts stung, and one of them had gone deep. His breath caught in his throat and for a moment, he pictured being home again, safe and innocent. But home, even, offered no comfort, for his mother wasnt there. No one would be there. and such thoughts were weak. They were for the weak. And he refused to be weak.

Enraged with his shortcomings, he sought out the force, willing it to come to him, and in his anger, he found his balance once again. He reached for the darts, yanking them out and hurling them in the general direction of the droids. His instinct had been to act as a non force user would, hurling them with the strength in his arm only. And he realized this as soon as they left his hand. But he had not just gone through his first lesson with his master without learning anything. As the darts flew through the air, they were helped along by a force shove. Whether they hit the target or not, he didnt stop to watch.

Instead, he took the chance to move forward again, intent on crossing to the other side. His master expected him to do this. He had brought him out her to do this, and he would not fail. At least, if he did, he would die trying.

[Dark Lord Dyzm]

**Dyzm had found a comfortable place to sit and watch his charge. Cupping his hands over his mouth, he yells**

"Ya doing fine! Feel the pain! Do not ignore it! Welcome it! And pull it in!"

OOC: ya... Not much I can add into this, so continue.

[SashaKovalev]

Over the wind, he heard his masters voice call out to him. Encouragement from the man who appeared to be so stern was unexpected, and it gave the kid confidence.

And as his master had demanded, he complied. He welcomed the pain. It was difficult, at first, to switch from such a mindframe. For 18 years, he had blocked out any sort of pain - ignored it. To welcome it was a 180 and it would take time for it to come as a first reaction. But with effort, he did it. As it came to him, it almost seemed to envelope him. He felt it not only in his arms anymore, but in his legs, in his chest and stomach. It burned at first, and then settled into him, giving him strength. Much like oil to a squeaky fitting.

He almost grinned, elated and swiftly becoming addicted to the power. If he hadnt been so high above the ground in the situation he was, he would have.

The second attack of the droids, he was better prepared for. He felt them preparing, and he was on guard for the their attack. The wind was in their favor, and five more darts made a fine target of his calf. He faltered at this point, his footing failing as the darts struck him. He fell from his position on the cable, being lucky enough only by the graces of a few unknown gods to grab hold of the cable with his hands on the way down.

He hung from it now, his heart pounding in his chest and the pain in his calf excruciating. And so he did the only thing he could, he accepted the pain and hand over hand, made his way across towards the other side.

The droids lined up for another attack. Perhaps in time, with more experience, he would use the force with more ease, and it would come to him without a second thought. But for now, as he was stil learning, anything he did took thought and effort.

He used another force shove as another batallion of darks was released. Three of them found thier target, grazing his ribs and continuing on. A tiny voice inside told him to quit. To just give up. And a larger voice silenced that tiny voice as he did as his master had been and accepted once again, the pain.

He was exhausted as he reached the other tower, and it took all of the strength he had left in him to pull himself up. The winds seemed to be playing with him, pulling against him. Safely on the platform, he nearly crawled the few more feet towards the wall, where he sat, his back resting against it as he tried to catch his breath and waited for his master's approval.

[Dark Lord Dyzm]

**Dyzm walks away from the edge slowly, before turning, and racing toward it full speed. He hits the edge and pushes off into the air, aided by the force he sails across the gap with a controlled leap and fall. He hits the ground on the other side and stands up.**

That was excellent, you are progressing quickly.

I'll finish training in you the basics, then we can begain work in the Sith Magiks

[SashaKovalev]

He watched as his master made the leap across the towers. He had made it look easy. His shoulders slumped slightly, for in comparison, to him, it seemed that his efforts paled in comparison to the powers of his master.

Out of respect, he scrambled to his feet as his master arrived. He could feel the pain from his arm, calf, and ribs, where the darts had connected, and made every effort to welcome it, as a last attempt to prove to his master that he was worthy.

He waited for his master to speak, his heart pounding nervously in his chest, a hand going protectivly to the area of his ribs that had begun to bleed through his clothing.

His eyes widened with his masters words. His master had been pleased with him. And for a brief moment, he felt no pain, only an elated feeling of satisfaction. As his master mentioned continuing the training, he nodded.

"Yes, my master." He replied, wondering, for a moment, if it would be this day, or if he would have some time to recover. He would not complain, nor would he mention his exhaustion if it was to continue. He would not be weak. He would prove himself worthy of his master's teachings.

[Dark Lord Dyzm]

We shall start training as soon as possible, we have much to co...

**A loud beeping inturrupted the remainder of what Dyzm was going to say, he pulls out his comlink and turns away. After a couple of seconds of conversing with the unknown person, Dyzm switches comlink channels and gives a short command, which was promptly answered with a curt yessir! Turning his comlink off and faces Shasha again**

You seem to have a break in work. Some small pirate group is preying on a convoy of our ships. I just got the mission to take them out. Stay here if you wish...

**Lights in the sky flare as a Shuttle screams into the atmoshpere, heading toward the tower.**

... Or, you can tag along, and I can show you first hand some of the stronger powers of the Sith.


OOC: This will be a introduction for you into the SWfans Universe, out side the Order, unless, I have been completly blind and did not notice any posts.

[SashaKovalev]

(ooc: *grins* I wouldnt say blind...But yeah, Ive been posting under the roleplaying area - LW and LV have saved his butt a few times:

http://www.swforums.net/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=19932

http://www.swforums.net/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=19781

and also:

http://www.swforums.net/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=19975 )

Stay here? No way in hell. If his master was giving him the option of going with him, he was going to go. No questions asked. No second thoughts.

"I wish to go with you, my master." He replied. His pain was forgotten for the moment.

"I would be a fool to waste an opportunity to learn from you." He added quietly, straightening his 6'2' frame just a bit, the hand that had been protecting his ribs falling to his side and coming to rest on the blaster he carried with him.

[Dark Lord Dyzm]

(OOC: Honestly, I don't RP Much, I found it has almost become annoying. So I have not even touched... the RP Section for at least 3 weeks. I use to do as much as you, but playing online games which required me to use quick responses ruined me. That... And this little problem of my mind running faster then I could talk, or type.
Will start tomarrow, I need to come up with a plot

[SashaKovalev]

(ooc: *grins* No problem. Take your time if you need... And thanks for the warning - I'll stay away from the online games so this doesnt lose the fun.... :\ )