"I... Do not know. But... Nevertheless, something inside you has changed... And I am here." He says.
A Facade's Deception (For Emerald_Phoenix)
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The Cathar falls silent, fists clenched. He then remembers his crystal and looks at it. Should he try, with how he was now?
"From what I can gather about this... Curious... Religion? Of yours? I know not what you call it... But it is changed by emotion. I would say no, as its influence will not work with your current state of mind..." Masakado murmurs.
He pockets the crystal, hearing the knowledge in those words. He felt like he had to do something though... perhaps he could try to find Brenna, or his temporary Master.
[Night.]
He stands and exits the room, training lightsaber and Evoker attached to his belt, as he goes to find the two.
He stands and exits the room, training lightsaber and Evoker attached to his belt, as he goes to find the two.
He finds them training in the courtyard, leaping around and swinging at each other as they execute the form of Ataru flawlessly. Well, in Aayla's case, anyway. Brenna seems to be slipping and stumbling at odd times, and doesn't seem to be very enthusiastic in training. Aayla notices Tyroc and calld out for the match to stop before waving him over.
Tyroc walks over, striding up to the pair "Greetings, Master Aayla, Brenna." He bows his head afterwards, his mask of indifference on his features.
"Greetings, Tyroc." Aayla says, before moving over to place a hand on his shoulder. "I just want you to know that we're here for you, okay?" She says, smiling at him. Brenna manages a weak smile too, waving her lightsaber at him.
With a shudder, The Queen drops out of hyperspace, and Roc's eyes feast upon the image that is Dromund Kaas.
Mostly a swampy water world, Dromund Kaas was once the capital of the Sith empire, now reduced to nothing but ruins and strange creatures. There was a massive source of Dark Side energy somewhere on the planet that seemed to be making the ship's instruments go wonky. Time to switch over to manual... He pilots the ship down through the atmosphere, looking for a spot to land. He manages to find a little clearing, and sets down in it, before sitting back in his seat. Fuck... What was he supposed to do here? He couldn't see any signs of life, yet his scans showed life everywhere. No electrical signals either... What was-
The comm suddenly crackles to life. "Roc. Have you reached Dromund Kaas?" His master's voice asks.
"Yes. I have." He says, looking down at the comm.
"Good. I assume you've found a place to land. Now, I have another task for you. You must find the Grand Inquisitor. He is somewhere on the planet. I have already informed him of your arrival, now it is up to you to prove yourself by finding him. Oh, and here's a tip... Follow the energy." His master says, before shutting off the comm. Roc stares down at the comm as he thinks. Grand Inquisitor... He had never heard the title before. It must be some Sith thing... And follow the energy? Sora probably meant follow that Dark Side energy that seemed to be coming from somewhere northwards... He powers the ship up before taking to the air amd heading north.
As he flies, he can see that the world below has been twisted by the presence of this energy, which got stronger and stronger the closer he went to the source of the energy. Finally, his ship starts to shudder and jerk, and he decides to land in another nearby clearing before the ship explodes or something.
Stepping out, he's hit by waves of powerful Dark Side energy that wrap and twist around his consciousness, pulling him towards wherever they were coming from. He walks through the mud, his boots squishing as he steps through puddles, his lightsaber in hand. He didn't trust this place one bit...
He sees dark structures as the forest starts to get thinner and the ground harder. Ruins, maybe? Looking closer, he sees that they are indeed ruins. He must be in what used to be the city on this planet. Looking ahead, he sees what appears to be the nexus of the energy. A huge temple stands proud and erect, somewhat out of place among the shattered, ruined buildings around them. He picks up the pace, his uneasiness growing slightly with every step he took.
He reaches the steps, and sees a man standing there with his back to him. He turns and smiles, revealing a row of sharp, shark like teeth.
He's bald, and has grey skin. Red tattoos are marked above and below his yellow eyes. He has a trim body, yet Roc can tell he's quite powerful. He's dressed all in black, and a circular disc hangs from his belt.
"Welcome to Dromund Kaas, Zar'roc Thorne. I'm your new master, the Grand Inquisitor." He says with an evil grin.
With a shudder, The Queen drops out of hyperspace, and Roc's eyes feast upon the image that is Dromund Kaas.
Mostly a swampy water world, Dromund Kaas was once the capital of the Sith empire, now reduced to nothing but ruins and strange creatures. There was a massive source of Dark Side energy somewhere on the planet that seemed to be making the ship's instruments go wonky. Time to switch over to manual... He pilots the ship down through the atmosphere, looking for a spot to land. He manages to find a little clearing, and sets down in it, before sitting back in his seat. Fuck... What was he supposed to do here? He couldn't see any signs of life, yet his scans showed life everywhere. No electrical signals either... What was-
The comm suddenly crackles to life. "Roc. Have you reached Dromund Kaas?" His master's voice asks.
"Yes. I have." He says, looking down at the comm.
"Good. I assume you've found a place to land. Now, I have another task for you. You must find the Grand Inquisitor. He is somewhere on the planet. I have already informed him of your arrival, now it is up to you to prove yourself by finding him. Oh, and here's a tip... Follow the energy." His master says, before shutting off the comm. Roc stares down at the comm as he thinks. Grand Inquisitor... He had never heard the title before. It must be some Sith thing... And follow the energy? Sora probably meant follow that Dark Side energy that seemed to be coming from somewhere northwards... He powers the ship up before taking to the air amd heading north.
As he flies, he can see that the world below has been twisted by the presence of this energy, which got stronger and stronger the closer he went to the source of the energy. Finally, his ship starts to shudder and jerk, and he decides to land in another nearby clearing before the ship explodes or something.
Stepping out, he's hit by waves of powerful Dark Side energy that wrap and twist around his consciousness, pulling him towards wherever they were coming from. He walks through the mud, his boots squishing as he steps through puddles, his lightsaber in hand. He didn't trust this place one bit...
He sees dark structures as the forest starts to get thinner and the ground harder. Ruins, maybe? Looking closer, he sees that they are indeed ruins. He must be in what used to be the city on this planet. Looking ahead, he sees what appears to be the nexus of the energy. A huge temple stands proud and erect, somewhat out of place among the shattered, ruined buildings around them. He picks up the pace, his uneasiness growing slightly with every step he took.
He reaches the steps, and sees a man standing there with his back to him. He turns and smiles, revealing a row of sharp, shark like teeth.
He's bald, and has grey skin. Red tattoos are marked above and below his yellow eyes. He has a trim body, yet Roc can tell he's quite powerful. He's dressed all in black, and a circular disc hangs from his belt.
"Welcome to Dromund Kaas, Zar'roc Thorne. I'm your new master, the Grand Inquisitor." He says with an evil grin.
He doesn't drop his mask, nodding with blank eyes "Thank you. Though I do have to question how this will work, since Master Koon has taught me the Way of the Krayt Dragon." He states, folding his arms across his chest.
"Yeah? So? You should know more than just one form, you know. Sticking to just one style makes it easy for your enemies to figure out your moves and how to get through them!" Aayla says. "I can teach you forms IV and V. Which one is up to you."
"Hmm, well you do have a point. I suppose it would not hurt to give it a try, but I might have problems with slipping back and forth."
"A problem that can be taken care of with practice. Now, show me your form." She says, stepping back.
[Gotta run. School.]
[Gotta run. School.]
[See ya.]
Tyroc nods, activating his training saber and going through the basic movements, before slipping into more complicated ones, also revealing a few moves not in the standard style, perhaps of his own creation.
Tyroc nods, activating his training saber and going through the basic movements, before slipping into more complicated ones, also revealing a few moves not in the standard style, perhaps of his own creation.
Aayla nods as he executes his moves, paying closer attention to his modifications of the form. "Hmm. Good, good. You could probably match Brenna maybe even beat her." She muses.
"M-my new master?" Roc asks, stunned and blinking.
"Yes, your new master. I'm the one who is supposed to train you how to wield that very dangerous toy hanging at your belt!" The Inquisitor says, speaking as if to a four year old.
"Any particular reason?" Roc asks, annoyed that he's using that tone with him.
"Your master, our spy, obviously can't teach you anymore, so I'm the replacement. A much better one, I might add." He says, grinning.
"Er... Blowing your own horn much?" Roc says, raising an eyebrow.
"Maybe. Maybe not. Up to you to find out, isn't it?" He says, his grin now looking more creepy.
"I suppose it is..." Roc mutters. He has to stop and think for a moment. This was a huge step. Once he took this step willingly, there would be no going back.
But then again... Did he really want to...?
The answer is a no brainer.
He slowly gets to one knee and bows his head. "I am at your service... Master." He says. The Inquisitor laughs and claps.
"Good, good! A wise choice! Now rise, my apprentice. Now let me tell you something. The mere fact that you're standing on the steps of this very Temple shows your affinity for the dark side. Even the most experienced Jedi, a full slave to the light side, would feel ill upon coming near this place, but you... You're standing in front of me, and don't look ill. And I can tell you aren't feeling it either. Anyway, come along. We have things to do. And there's someone I want you to meet." He says, turning to the right and walking. Roc follows behind him as they traverse the ruins. Eventually, they come to a door that Roc wouldn't have seen had the Inquisitor not pointed it out. Cleverly concealed between the ground and the surrounding ruins, it was unnoticeable unless you knew what to look for. He walks up to it, and with a wave of his hand, opens the door, revealing blackness. He steps inside first, and Roc follows him.
"Master, I can't see-" Roc is suddenly interrupted by bright fluorescent lights turning on overhead. The Inquisitor is nowhere to be seen, and it seems he's on some sort of a platform. There is no floor before him, save for a pillars leading to the other end of the room, where there is more darkness.
"So this is the real test, huh...?" Roc mutters before jumping onto the first pillar.
Nothing happens.
Then he jumps to the second. Nothing happens, and there are only five more to go.
It's when he jumps on the third one the trap is sprung.
His feet depress a pressure pad on the third pillar, and the entrance at the other end immediately slams shut. A pillar shoots up on either side of him, containing two Assassin droids, which immediately aim their weapons at him!
"M-my new master?" Roc asks, stunned and blinking.
"Yes, your new master. I'm the one who is supposed to train you how to wield that very dangerous toy hanging at your belt!" The Inquisitor says, speaking as if to a four year old.
"Any particular reason?" Roc asks, annoyed that he's using that tone with him.
"Your master, our spy, obviously can't teach you anymore, so I'm the replacement. A much better one, I might add." He says, grinning.
"Er... Blowing your own horn much?" Roc says, raising an eyebrow.
"Maybe. Maybe not. Up to you to find out, isn't it?" He says, his grin now looking more creepy.
"I suppose it is..." Roc mutters. He has to stop and think for a moment. This was a huge step. Once he took this step willingly, there would be no going back.
But then again... Did he really want to...?
The answer is a no brainer.
He slowly gets to one knee and bows his head. "I am at your service... Master." He says. The Inquisitor laughs and claps.
"Good, good! A wise choice! Now rise, my apprentice. Now let me tell you something. The mere fact that you're standing on the steps of this very Temple shows your affinity for the dark side. Even the most experienced Jedi, a full slave to the light side, would feel ill upon coming near this place, but you... You're standing in front of me, and don't look ill. And I can tell you aren't feeling it either. Anyway, come along. We have things to do. And there's someone I want you to meet." He says, turning to the right and walking. Roc follows behind him as they traverse the ruins. Eventually, they come to a door that Roc wouldn't have seen had the Inquisitor not pointed it out. Cleverly concealed between the ground and the surrounding ruins, it was unnoticeable unless you knew what to look for. He walks up to it, and with a wave of his hand, opens the door, revealing blackness. He steps inside first, and Roc follows him.
"Master, I can't see-" Roc is suddenly interrupted by bright fluorescent lights turning on overhead. The Inquisitor is nowhere to be seen, and it seems he's on some sort of a platform. There is no floor before him, save for a pillars leading to the other end of the room, where there is more darkness.
"So this is the real test, huh...?" Roc mutters before jumping onto the first pillar.
Nothing happens.
Then he jumps to the second. Nothing happens, and there are only five more to go.
It's when he jumps on the third one the trap is sprung.
His feet depress a pressure pad on the third pillar, and the entrance at the other end immediately slams shut. A pillar shoots up on either side of him, containing two Assassin droids, which immediately aim their weapons at him!
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With a nod, he deactivates his lightsaber, clipping it to his belt once more before turning to face Master Aayla, bowing his head quickly.
She waves her hand. "No need to be so formal, Tyroc. I'm not one of those old sticklers for tradition!" She says, winking at him. "Although it does feel nice to be respected." She says, grinning.
"..." He doesn't reply. He seems to be really out of it... no doubt it would take quite a long time for him to return to his usual self.
Aayla gives him a look that he can't really read, and places a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it.
"You know what? I think I want to see how you and Brenna fair against each other. Square off!" She says, grinning and pushing him towards Brenna, who goes wide eyed. "Er... Right here? Now?" She asks, blinking.
"You know what? I think I want to see how you and Brenna fair against each other. Square off!" She says, grinning and pushing him towards Brenna, who goes wide eyed. "Er... Right here? Now?" She asks, blinking.
The Cathar merely nods, before drawing his weapon, activating it and dropping into a stance - a different one this time, one that would easily let him charge forward.
"Er... Oookay then. I'm not going easy on you, catboy!" Brenna says, grinning as she activates her lightsaber and standing in an Ataru pose.
She raises an eyebrow and darts at him, swinging the lightsaber in an upwards arc from his left.
He springs into action, moving the lightsaber so it at first blocked the blow, before tilting it so Brenna's saber teetered off, spinning and sending a sharp kick towards her exposed back.
She stumbles forward, but rolls with it and comes up a fair distance away. His kick had missed her head by a few centimetres...
This time, she moves a little slower, darting forwards and stabbing at his chest before twirling and slicing down at his leg.
This time, she moves a little slower, darting forwards and stabbing at his chest before twirling and slicing down at his leg.
He twists and leans to the right, before flipped over the slice, before thrusting his hand forward. Regardless of whether or not he missed, he used his limb as a channeling tool for the Force, attempting to send her flying backwards.
Her blade misses his foot by an inch, and when he uses the force...
[Tyroc MNT: 14 + 5= 19]
[Brenna: 15 + 6 = 21]
[Result: Failure.]
Brenna stumbles a little, but recovers too quickly for him to do anything, and swings at his lightsaber arm. It connects, and his arm quickly goes numb.
[Tyroc MNT: 14 + 5= 19]
[Brenna: 15 + 6 = 21]
[Result: Failure.]
Brenna stumbles a little, but recovers too quickly for him to do anything, and swings at his lightsaber arm. It connects, and his arm quickly goes numb.
He grunts, but doesn't let it deter him, ducking and attempting to thrust before leaping over, aiming for a blow to the head.
Brenna deflects the thrust and Force jumps backwards, avoiding his follow up blows. His arm gets number and number, his lightsaber finally falling from his limp grasp.
Aayla narrows her eyes and walks over before tapping his head. "Hello in there! Why aren't you focusing? Initially, you were doing fine, but somewhere along the line, you lost your concentration. You tried to use your Force powers on another user while they were inches away from you!" She says, frowning, her hands on her hips.
Aayla narrows her eyes and walks over before tapping his head. "Hello in there! Why aren't you focusing? Initially, you were doing fine, but somewhere along the line, you lost your concentration. You tried to use your Force powers on another user while they were inches away from you!" She says, frowning, her hands on her hips.
"Sorry, Master." He sure doesn't sound like it. Though he doesn't sound like any emotion is being expressed at all...