"Ahh well. I've been told I have bad timing. A vision already? Good. That's good!" He says, nodding. "Yet... You look distressed. Why is that?" He asks.
A Facade's Deception (For Emerald_Phoenix)
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"It was not a good vision, Master." Tyroc details what he saw, making sure to not leave anything out, looking more and more somber as he goes.
"Hmm... A zabrak... With a red lightsaber... This is troubling, to say the least..." He murmurs. "Tell me, how old did he look?" He asks.
"... I am unsure, Master. But... I think he might have been slightly taller than me." Tyroc states, frowning and rubbing the back of his neck.
"That's all? He may have been your age, maybe. That or he's short. And Zabrak are never short. And... There's only one Zabrak in your batch..." He murmurs.
"So Roc... Wanna meet Barriss?" Brenna says, poking his shoulder and startling him out of his zoned out space.
"Hm? Who?" He asks, blinking.
Brenna rolls her eyes. "My very nice senior? The one I was talking about?" She says.
"Oh her. Yeah. Sure. Why not?" He says, shrugging.
"Awesome! I'll see you back on Coruscant!" She says, grinning and walking out, leaving him alone.
"So Roc... Wanna meet Barriss?" Brenna says, poking his shoulder and startling him out of his zoned out space.
"Hm? Who?" He asks, blinking.
Brenna rolls her eyes. "My very nice senior? The one I was talking about?" She says.
"Oh her. Yeah. Sure. Why not?" He says, shrugging.
"Awesome! I'll see you back on Coruscant!" She says, grinning and walking out, leaving him alone.
"No." Tyroc's gaze hardens, glaring at the screen "I refuse to believe that Roc would fall. Just because Darth Maul was a Zabrak does not mean he will follow the same path." He's growling slightly now.
"Control yourself, Padawan. I was just putting forward a theory. It could very well be some other Zabrak." Master Plo Koon says sternly.
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Tyroc closes his eyes, exhaling and forcing his anger aside "Forgive me, Master. It is not something that is easy to accept... but as I said, it was a blurry vision. It can be prevented."
"Oh, well, on a lighter note, I passed the Persona test." The Cathar states, holding up his Evoker with a small smile.
"Oh good! Who did you get?" He asks.
God. It's boring in here... Roc thinks as he looks around the empty cafeteria. He has the sudden urge to start smashing plates and pretty much anything destructible he could find. See? This is what boredom does to you. As every idiot Jedi Master would say, "Boredom is the path to the Dark Side!" And more bullshit... He sighs and sits up. Something was wrong with him ever since Malgus, he knew that much... And there was no place he could go where he wouldn't be looked at like he was about to start blasting Sith lightning all over the place, or like he was a mentally ill patient... Except... Brenna seemed okay... She probably wouldn't mind if he went to her... He turns and starts walking towards Brenna's room.
God. It's boring in here... Roc thinks as he looks around the empty cafeteria. He has the sudden urge to start smashing plates and pretty much anything destructible he could find. See? This is what boredom does to you. As every idiot Jedi Master would say, "Boredom is the path to the Dark Side!" And more bullshit... He sighs and sits up. Something was wrong with him ever since Malgus, he knew that much... And there was no place he could go where he wouldn't be looked at like he was about to start blasting Sith lightning all over the place, or like he was a mentally ill patient... Except... Brenna seemed okay... She probably wouldn't mind if he went to her... He turns and starts walking towards Brenna's room.
"Hanuman, a shapeshifter and son of Vayu." The male Padawan states, smiling as he slips the device back into his pocket "Roc summoned Shiva, and Brenna, one of the humans who came with us, summoned Titania. The other... um, I forget his name, fainted before he could take the test."
Master Plo Koon snorts. "Fainted? That's a first. I've seen plenty back out, a few screaming at the idea, but... A faint is a first!" He says, chuckling and shaking his head.
Roc makes his way to Brenna's room and raises his hand before the door. He hesitates for a minute, before closing his eyes and thumping on the door once. Within seconds, the door hisses as it slides open, and Brenna greets him with a smile. "Roc! Got bored, eh?" She says, winking and pulling him inside before closing the door. "I was just about to call Barriss. You wanna talk to her with me?" She asks, tilting her head.
"Sure..." He murmurs, sitting on the bed.
Brenna frowns and walks over. "What's wrong? Still thinking about Malgus?" She asks.
"Yeah.... I haven't felt right since..." He trails off.
"Oh. I see..." Brenna turns away, then turns back and smacks him across the face as hard as she can!
Roc falls back with a yell of pain, and is instantly up again, rage bubbling up once more. "Hell was that for!?" He yells, holding his face where he was slapped.
Brenna just walks up to him and hugs him.
"Er... Getting mixed signals here now..." He mutters, looking down at her.
She just pushes him down onto the bed and snuggles up with him, nuzzling into his neck.
"Errr... Brenna? What the hell are you doing...?" He mutters, his skin flushing at the proximity.
"Just shut up and hold me." She says.
"Uhm... Okay..." He mutters, awkwardly wrapping his arms around her.
What Roc didn't realise, was that she had taken his mind off of thinking about Malgus without him even realising what she was up to.
Roc makes his way to Brenna's room and raises his hand before the door. He hesitates for a minute, before closing his eyes and thumping on the door once. Within seconds, the door hisses as it slides open, and Brenna greets him with a smile. "Roc! Got bored, eh?" She says, winking and pulling him inside before closing the door. "I was just about to call Barriss. You wanna talk to her with me?" She asks, tilting her head.
"Sure..." He murmurs, sitting on the bed.
Brenna frowns and walks over. "What's wrong? Still thinking about Malgus?" She asks.
"Yeah.... I haven't felt right since..." He trails off.
"Oh. I see..." Brenna turns away, then turns back and smacks him across the face as hard as she can!
Roc falls back with a yell of pain, and is instantly up again, rage bubbling up once more. "Hell was that for!?" He yells, holding his face where he was slapped.
Brenna just walks up to him and hugs him.
"Er... Getting mixed signals here now..." He mutters, looking down at her.
She just pushes him down onto the bed and snuggles up with him, nuzzling into his neck.
"Errr... Brenna? What the hell are you doing...?" He mutters, his skin flushing at the proximity.
"Just shut up and hold me." She says.
"Uhm... Okay..." He mutters, awkwardly wrapping his arms around her.
What Roc didn't realise, was that she had taken his mind off of thinking about Malgus without him even realising what she was up to.
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Tyroc chuckles and nods, smiling still "It was a rather amusing sight... perhaps his yellow crystal suits him well." He shrugs, before bowing "I look forward to seeing you face to face once more, Master."
Tyroc chuckles and nods, smiling still "It was a rather amusing sight... perhaps his yellow crystal suits him well." He shrugs, before bowing "I look forward to seeing you face to face once more, Master."
Plo Koon bows to him as well. "I will see you soon, my Padawan." He says, before reaching forward to turn off the camera.
Master Kalidor walks past. "We'll be dropping put of hyperspace right about-" The ship shudders as it drops out of hyperspace. "Now. Heh. My timing is perfect as always! Anyway, could you please go and call Roc and Brenna?" He asks, moving towards the cockpit.
Tyroc nods before heading to the room they were in, knocking on the door "Brenna, Roc, we need to be ready!" He calls through the door, before heading to the cockpit.
Roc jumps at the sudden knock. Wait. How the hell did Tyroc know they were in here? Oh whatever. It didn't matter. He makes as if to roll out of bed, until he notices Brenna has fallen asleep on his shoulder.
Suddenly, he's very, very reluctant to move... But he had to.
"Brenna? Wake up. We're here..." He murmurs, shaking her a bit.
"Hmm? Thws qik" She mumbles sleepily, rubbing her eyes before standing and stretching, showing off her toned body.
"Yeah..." He murmurs, before placing a hand on her shoulder, and walking out of the door, leaving her to do what she needed to.
..... And coming face to face with Tyroc.
His eyes go wide.
"Uhhhh.... I..." He turns orange, unable to continue.
Suddenly, he's very, very reluctant to move... But he had to.
"Brenna? Wake up. We're here..." He murmurs, shaking her a bit.
"Hmm? Thws qik" She mumbles sleepily, rubbing her eyes before standing and stretching, showing off her toned body.
"Yeah..." He murmurs, before placing a hand on her shoulder, and walking out of the door, leaving her to do what she needed to.
..... And coming face to face with Tyroc.
His eyes go wide.
"Uhhhh.... I..." He turns orange, unable to continue.
The Cathar quirks a brow, managing a teasing smirk "Well, I didn't know you could blush orange. It suits you." He compliments with a chuckle, before turning "We need to head to the cockpit." He states before walking off.
He hears a muttered "... Shit..." From behind him, followed by a sigh as Roc follows him. In front of them, the planet Coruscant comes into view. The entire planet was a city, and lights glimmered and twinkled from their vantage as they descended to the planet's surface. 
Brenna joins them just as the Jedi Temple comes into view. The giant temple, having been rebuilt after its fall during the Alderaan peace negotiations, now stood tall and proud, its spires piercing the sky.
They land just outside the temple, where Masters Plo Koon, Sora Bulq, and Aayla Secura are waiting, talking to each other. They look up as the ship lands, and a grin breaks out over their faces (It's assumed in the case of Master Plo Koon, since he's wearing a mask) as the ramp lowers and their apprentices come to greet them.
Brenna joins them just as the Jedi Temple comes into view. The giant temple, having been rebuilt after its fall during the Alderaan peace negotiations, now stood tall and proud, its spires piercing the sky.
They land just outside the temple, where Masters Plo Koon, Sora Bulq, and Aayla Secura are waiting, talking to each other. They look up as the ship lands, and a grin breaks out over their faces (It's assumed in the case of Master Plo Koon, since he's wearing a mask) as the ramp lowers and their apprentices come to greet them.
Tyroc walks out, calmly striding towards his master and bowing respectfully, but he looks quite happy, as the others go and see their masters "Greetings, Master Plo Koon. It is refreshing to be back at the academy."
"So it is. The Temple had always had a calming effect on those who return to its walls." Plo Koon says, bowing to Tyroc as well.
"Masteeerrr!!" Brenna yells, running down the ramp and straight for Master Aayla. "Wait Bren-! Oof!" She grunts and laughs as Brenna collides with her in a happy ball, catching the overjoyed girl and hugging her in return.
Zar'roc raises an eyebrow at the overly affectionate display, and chuckles before he walks to his master. The Nikto bows. "I hope you don't plan on hugging me like that?" He says, smirking and raising an eyebrow, tilting his slightly to the right. "Hah. Don't flatter yourself, master." Roc says, grinning.
Sora chuckles. "I see your tongue is still s sharp as ever, Roc..." He says, shaking his head.
"Masteeerrr!!" Brenna yells, running down the ramp and straight for Master Aayla. "Wait Bren-! Oof!" She grunts and laughs as Brenna collides with her in a happy ball, catching the overjoyed girl and hugging her in return.
Zar'roc raises an eyebrow at the overly affectionate display, and chuckles before he walks to his master. The Nikto bows. "I hope you don't plan on hugging me like that?" He says, smirking and raising an eyebrow, tilting his slightly to the right. "Hah. Don't flatter yourself, master." Roc says, grinning.
Sora chuckles. "I see your tongue is still s sharp as ever, Roc..." He says, shaking his head.
The Cathar watches Brenna and chuckles softly, before looking at Plo Koon, hesitating before suddenly hugging him as well. But it was quick, and he pulled back before the other could respond "That never happened."
Roc sees Tyroc hugging Plo Koon, and his other eyebrow goes up. Apparently everyone was feeling a little huggy today... He looks at Sora one more time before saying "Nope." And walking right past him, laughing.
[Going to sleep.]
[Going to sleep.]
Tyroc doesn't notice the Zabrak's gaze, turning and walking with his master, recalling and detailing how his test went from start to finish.
Plo Koon nods and murmurs advice and suggestions for other courses of action he could have taken, as they head to the temple.
A few minutes later, they're inside the grand temple, home to the most famed warriors in the galaxy. The Jedi. There is a quiet calm and stillness and Jedis; Masters, Padawans, and Knights, walk about on various errands.
"I'll be taking Roc to have a little talk, comrades." Master Sora says, grabbing Roc by the arm and walking off. Master Aayla raises an eyebrow at his rather sudden departure.
"Well! You're officially Jedis now! This calls for a celebration!" Master Plo Koon says, looking between the two of the newly initiated Jedi. Brenna nods. "I'd like that! What do you suggest, Master?" She asks, smiling. "How about lunch at a restaurant?" He says, smiling (probably). "Oh yeah! I'd love it!" Brenna says, clapping. "Well?" Plo Koon asks, looking at Tyroc.
A few minutes later, they're inside the grand temple, home to the most famed warriors in the galaxy. The Jedi. There is a quiet calm and stillness and Jedis; Masters, Padawans, and Knights, walk about on various errands.
"I'll be taking Roc to have a little talk, comrades." Master Sora says, grabbing Roc by the arm and walking off. Master Aayla raises an eyebrow at his rather sudden departure.
"Well! You're officially Jedis now! This calls for a celebration!" Master Plo Koon says, looking between the two of the newly initiated Jedi. Brenna nods. "I'd like that! What do you suggest, Master?" She asks, smiling. "How about lunch at a restaurant?" He says, smiling (probably). "Oh yeah! I'd love it!" Brenna says, clapping. "Well?" Plo Koon asks, looking at Tyroc.
"Well, I suppose I have no choice. No doubt Hanuman would protest to me denying a chance to socialize... and I cannot necessarily escape him anytime soon. Oh god, that sounds much worse now that I've said it..." The Cathar looks at the floor, eyes wide as all sorts of embarrassing thoughts run through his head, about what his Persona could see in his mind, a blush forming on his cheeks.
"My my. Have a thing for that Zabrak, do you? Hmm... So many lewd thoughts... Oh! I didn't know you liked that position!" Hanuman says, chuckling.
Roc doesn't resist as he's dragged along, following in master Sora's footsteps. They quickly reach his private room, before he shuts the door and turns. "A Sith Lord? Nobody has had a vision of a Sith Lord since... Since the old ones died. And then you had a vision of one of the powerful ones? Hardly normal." He says, making Roc sit on the bed.
"I'm not normal. And that's just in general." Roc mutters.
"Don't be so hard on yourself, kid." Sora says, chuckling. "In fact, this might actually be a good thing!"
Roc raises an eyebrow at that. "How so?" He asks.
"Well... Roc..." He says, stepping closer and idly playing with the hilt of his lightsaber. "Thing you don't know about me is... I'm a Sith." He says, grinning.
"Uhhhhhh what? Master, this isn't funny." Roc says, rolling his eyes.
Sora's grin fades. "Look at me, Roc. Do I look like I'm joking?" He says seriously.
Roc's eyes go wide. There was no way... How could this be possible!? He'd been trained by a Sith!?
"In case you're wondering, no. I haven't taught you any Sith styles. That's for later. First, I must train you more. Come back tonight, Zar'roc. I have a taste for you." He says, almost as if he read his mind.
Roc doesn't hear him, still stunned by the revelation. He blinks as he tries to process the sudden gigantic load of info being dumped onto him. So many questions crowded his mouth, but not a single one came out.
"Wh-Wha-? How is this a good thing!?" He almost screams. Suddenly, there's a bright blue blade at his neck. He tilts his head back, swallowing as his master's lightsaber hovers a centimetre away from his throat.
"Scream again, and I'll kill you and make it look like an accident..." He says, glaring at him. With the lightsaber still at his throat, he continues. "Long ago, there was a prophecy. That one day, one who had the natural inclinations of a Sith right from birth would appear. This child would be raised as a Jedi, and later... Bring the Sith Empire back into power. That's just the short version, anyway." He says, looking down at Roc.
"And you think... And you think I'm this child?" Roc says, mixed feelings of horror and a dark delight roiling in his stomach.
"It's the only reason you're alive. Master Windu was going to kill you when you were but a babe. This is how the Jedi work. They will kill anyone and destroy anything that remotely reminds them of the Sith. You see now? They hide their true intentions behind a veil of being the guardians!" He says, a maniacal light in his eyes.
Roc is too shocked to reply. Master Windu wanted to kill him? As a child? Yet he had always been so nice to him...
"Master... How... How is this true...?" He asks, unable to meet his gaze.
"It just is. Now... Are you in... Or are you out?" He says coldly, the lightsaber wavering slightly under his chin.
"I... I..." Roc says, still shocked and stunned.
"Do it. Take the offer. They tried to kill you. They tried to stomp you down. They tried to defeat you. This man offers a chance. Power. To make them pay!" Shiva suddenly says into his head.
"But... But they've always been nice to me... How can I just... Turn on them?" Roc asks.
"They are nice to your face. What about behind your back? Do you really want to go into battle with an enemy both in front of and behind you?" Shiva says.
That seals the deal. Roc looks up at Sora, and nods. "I'm in..." He murmurs.
"Good, good! Now... Go and enjoy. Come back tonight for your first task." He says. Smiling and nodding approvingly. Roc stands and shakily stumbles out of the room.
Roc doesn't resist as he's dragged along, following in master Sora's footsteps. They quickly reach his private room, before he shuts the door and turns. "A Sith Lord? Nobody has had a vision of a Sith Lord since... Since the old ones died. And then you had a vision of one of the powerful ones? Hardly normal." He says, making Roc sit on the bed.
"I'm not normal. And that's just in general." Roc mutters.
"Don't be so hard on yourself, kid." Sora says, chuckling. "In fact, this might actually be a good thing!"
Roc raises an eyebrow at that. "How so?" He asks.
"Well... Roc..." He says, stepping closer and idly playing with the hilt of his lightsaber. "Thing you don't know about me is... I'm a Sith." He says, grinning.
"Uhhhhhh what? Master, this isn't funny." Roc says, rolling his eyes.
Sora's grin fades. "Look at me, Roc. Do I look like I'm joking?" He says seriously.
Roc's eyes go wide. There was no way... How could this be possible!? He'd been trained by a Sith!?
"In case you're wondering, no. I haven't taught you any Sith styles. That's for later. First, I must train you more. Come back tonight, Zar'roc. I have a taste for you." He says, almost as if he read his mind.
Roc doesn't hear him, still stunned by the revelation. He blinks as he tries to process the sudden gigantic load of info being dumped onto him. So many questions crowded his mouth, but not a single one came out.
"Wh-Wha-? How is this a good thing!?" He almost screams. Suddenly, there's a bright blue blade at his neck. He tilts his head back, swallowing as his master's lightsaber hovers a centimetre away from his throat.
"Scream again, and I'll kill you and make it look like an accident..." He says, glaring at him. With the lightsaber still at his throat, he continues. "Long ago, there was a prophecy. That one day, one who had the natural inclinations of a Sith right from birth would appear. This child would be raised as a Jedi, and later... Bring the Sith Empire back into power. That's just the short version, anyway." He says, looking down at Roc.
"And you think... And you think I'm this child?" Roc says, mixed feelings of horror and a dark delight roiling in his stomach.
"It's the only reason you're alive. Master Windu was going to kill you when you were but a babe. This is how the Jedi work. They will kill anyone and destroy anything that remotely reminds them of the Sith. You see now? They hide their true intentions behind a veil of being the guardians!" He says, a maniacal light in his eyes.
Roc is too shocked to reply. Master Windu wanted to kill him? As a child? Yet he had always been so nice to him...
"Master... How... How is this true...?" He asks, unable to meet his gaze.
"It just is. Now... Are you in... Or are you out?" He says coldly, the lightsaber wavering slightly under his chin.
"I... I..." Roc says, still shocked and stunned.
"Do it. Take the offer. They tried to kill you. They tried to stomp you down. They tried to defeat you. This man offers a chance. Power. To make them pay!" Shiva suddenly says into his head.
"But... But they've always been nice to me... How can I just... Turn on them?" Roc asks.
"They are nice to your face. What about behind your back? Do you really want to go into battle with an enemy both in front of and behind you?" Shiva says.
That seals the deal. Roc looks up at Sora, and nods. "I'm in..." He murmurs.
"Good, good! Now... Go and enjoy. Come back tonight for your first task." He says. Smiling and nodding approvingly. Roc stands and shakily stumbles out of the room.
Tyroc's face suddenly lights up even more, his eyes widening before he quickly closes his eyes "Excuse me for a moment Master, I need to tend to my mindscape." He growls. Inside, his scape was a calm, peaceful lake, with many trees having doors on them. One of them, a willow tree, was open. He storms over to it, reaches in and grabs a monkey's tail, pulling Hanuman out before creating what looks like a baseball bat.
"Batter..." He starts, getting ready to swing "OUT!!!" And with that, Hanuman is punted far, far away from the willow tree.
"Batter..." He starts, getting ready to swing "OUT!!!" And with that, Hanuman is punted far, far away from the willow tree.