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Devil's ops Training Academy, located upon the training moon of Cretaria, one of the Core worlds of huntaer. It has stood for 4 Mellenium, training Kirtir Warriors and Lords. Emperor Trilkan himself was trained for a millenia at this Academy. A dark figure with a metal mask over his face stood at the academy's entrance. The last batch of Kirtir had left over fourty years ago. Now, it was time to train some more.

Academies partner:
Jenrak

Cretaria:
http://www.nasa.gov/images/content/1845main_FLB_Feature_02_top.jpg

Devil's Ops.:
http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Zone/2004/images/coruscant.jpg

Apprentices Uniform:
http://www.darkjedibrotherhood.com/dbjedi/robes/JH_Sith.jpg


The Huntarian Force Powers (http://www.nasa.gov/images/content/1845main_FLB_Feature_02_top.jpg)
Here at devil's ops, your aprentice has the ability to learn force powers known only to the Kirtir. These powers will help enlighten your nation's knowledge of the dark side of the force.

Your weapon training:
You will be given the option of training with either
A) A single hilt Lasersword(lightsaber)
b) Double Bladed Laserswrod
c) Two single hilt laserswords.

Your attendies may choose any color he/she wishes his blade to be.
The most comon colors are:

Red
Orange
Yellow
Green
Blue
Violet
Cyran
Bronze

The Single Hilt:
http://www.oohyeahzone.com/collection/cb/lightsaber-display-vader-1.jpg

The Double Blade:
http://www.nebulousdesigns.com/portfolio/3d/lightsaber_kamin_dbl_red_03.jpg

Current Attendies:
Jolamar IV (Shalia Jangalas, Malalia Jangalas, Jecen Jangalas,
Brujlandia (Vincent Brujah II)
Kyanges
Gnufasur
Omar Guilds
Kaiser Martens
Dratheria

Current Academy Head Masters

Aelikes:
http://members.shaw.ca/blackarts/assets/sith.jpg

Dominkive:
http://www.sith.pl/bots/sith/slynni_lordowie/pliki/DarthRevan1.jpg

bump for any attendies.

(OOC: I'll play your little games.)

Right outside the entrance, there was a flash of light. From the bright glow appeared a women dressed in a rather strange outfit. She was one of the Ascended, however that was not known to anyone, even her self. She only found she had some amazing powers, yet not where they came from...

Her appearance on this planet was entirely random. She did not know what she was doing here.

Looking up at the menacing guard, she spoke, "Uh, hello... My name is Semonchi... Umm, who are you?"

http://www.designchronicle.com/memento/images/sprincess/sprincess01.jpg

[QUOTE=Kyanges](OOC: I'll play your little games.)QUOTE]

OOC: LOL LOL LOL LOL ROLFL LMAO. Due, that sounds soooooo wrong.
Back to seriousness now.

IC:The Guard staired down at the little girl. "Kid, this is an academy of darkness. We train our warriors here to fight for the Galactir Empire of Huntaer, or we train other empire's warriors so they could be more elightned with the force. As to what I am, I'm just a lowly guard who stands at attention all day. Do you wish to learn about the dark arts? If so, move on forward. Lord Aelikes is in the headmaster's room."

[QUOTE=Kyanges](OOC: I'll play your little games.)QUOTE]

OOC: LOL LOL LOL LOL ROLFL LMAO. Due, that sounds soooooo wrong.
Back to seriousness now.

IC:The Guard staired down at the little girl. "Kid, this is an academy of darkness. We train our warriors here to fight for the Galactir Empire of Huntaer, or we train other empire's warriors so they could be more elightned with the force. As to what I am, I'm just a lowly guard who stands at attention all day. Do you wish to learn about the dark arts? If so, move on forward. Lord Aelikes is in the headmaster's room."


Confused, and dazed, Semochi slowly took a single step, not knowing what awaited her inside...

She looked back at the guard, and said in a slightly mischievous tone, "A lowly guard?, eh? Well, this should cheer you up."

Semochi brought up her hand, and a bottle appeared in it. She handed it over to the guard with a small grin.

OOC: I continue from many other threads, so currently since Nihilus is fighting phantoms in your other thread, I'll have Darth Viral do the congrats message.

IC:

Inside the broken cores of the planet, amongst ebbing stone statues, lay the shattered and broken screams of torture, inside stone halls and black corners. Metal strewn across the ceilings, as the vial finger-like tentacles of the Dark Side reached out and grabbed the souls of living things nearby. It was the greatest academy of the Moving Throne, the main command center for all of the movements of Hunger. The name was lost long ago, and it's true vistage would never be uncovered. However, to many, it's name was replaced by one not so ancient; The Academy of Sorrow, Firak'Tiara.

Inside the mazelike tunnels and the whispering corpses, apprentices that failed their trials, the looming shadows of the Sith Lords of the moving throne stood amongst the times of great, a Sith Lord of Sorrow, he was called, and his mortal name forgotten by many. However, for those who dared to whisper their thoughts out loud of him, his name was Darth Viral, thought to be the greatest Lightsaber dueler in kingdom of the Moving Throne. It was rumored that it was so great, that it equaled the Sith Hunger itself. But whatever the reminence, it was dark.

Congratulations, dear allies, on the creation and the impotence of another academy, a great one, and if this is yet still one the same, then one it is shining a beacon above all others. May the Dark Side show the path to power, and the Force be with you.

[QUOTE=Huntaer]


Confused, and dazed, Semochi slowly took a single step, not knowing what awaited her inside...

She looked back at the guard, and said in a slightly mischievous tone, "A lowly guard?, eh? Well, this should cheer you up."

Semochi brought up her hand, and a bottle appeared in it. She handed it over to the guard with a small grin.

Inside his helmet, the guard raised an eyebrow. Almost amusing he thought. Children, whether they are of higher areass of inteligence or of the same level of ours, they are still the same. The guard shook his head.
"Aelikes, there is someone out here who may be of use to you. Kid, welcome to Devil's Ops."

"I'll be right out," a voice hissed on the otherside.

May the HETWA send a master with two appretices?

Sure, there is no need to ask.

[QUOTE=Kyanges]

Inside his helmet, the guard raised an eyebrow. Almost amusing he thought. Children, whether they are of higher areass of inteligence or of the same level of ours, they are still the same. The guard shook his head.
"Aelikes, there is someone out here who may be of use to you. Kid, welcome to Devil's Ops."

"I'll be right out," a voice hissed on the otherside.


(OOC: The guard completely ignored the bottle she handed to him, so... Should I vaporize him or not? Lol.)

OOC: I should've Rp'd him taking it. That was what he found slightly amusing.
No need to vaporise him... Yet ;)

OOC: I should've Rp'd him taking it. That was what he found slightly amusing.
No need to vaporise him... Yet ;)


(OOC: I thought that was it, but couldn't be sure. (About the amusment.) Lol, you should have had him try to make a move on the her. That would have been a grade A reason to beat the living (For now.) crap out of him. Note, she does not even know that she is Ascended, so neither should anyone else.)

OOC: So anyways....

IC:

The gates to Devil's ops opened and a figure dressed in black robes and armor walked out. He wore a small life support system around his face due to his corruption with the dark side.

"Sir, you may be interested in this." The guard hands Aelikes the bottle that the girl created.

"What is your point soldier? It's just a bottle. Explain yourself."

"My lord, that isn't an ordinary bottle. She made it appear out of nowhere."

"She...?" Aelikes turns his head around and then suddenly sees Semochi below him. "So, you're the one who created this bottle out of thin air?"

OOC: So anyways....

IC:

The gates to Devil's ops opened and a figure dressed in black robes and armor walked out. He wore a small life support system around his face due to his corruption with the dark side.

"Sir, you may be interested in this." The guard hands Aelikes the bottle that the girl created.

"What is your point soldier? It's just a bottle. Explain yourself."

"My lord, that isn't an ordinary bottle. She made it appear out of nowhere."

"She...?" Aelikes turns his head around and then suddenly sees Semochi below him. "So, you're the one who created this bottle out of thin air?"

(OOC: Lol.)

IC:

Seeming to be quite pleased with herself, Sem answered, "Yes, yes I did. And it's filled with the equivilent of a 200 year old brew as well. Try it, if you wish."

Aelikes took the bottle and opened it. He quickly smelled it and then finnaly drank some of it. "Hmmm. Definatly 200 years old," he grunts under his breath, "Child, were are you from?"

OOC: BuMp.

IC:
May the old empires of the Kirtir and Sith rise to their peaks as they were in the old days. The Darkside shall rise again and the Jedi and Malkir shall feel our wraith! Long live the lords of darkness! Hail the comming of a new possible dark age!

Sovereign Kirtir Aelikes,

The Guilds request that one of our remaining subjects of the GEHIRN's
experiments with the Force come to develop aptitude along with the Kirtir
students at the Academy. The Kehaoti is especially designed to be a conduit
for this phenomena, and should possess great potential if nothing else. The
Guilds trust that the Huntaerian Kirtir masters will be accomodating for this,
and we hope that this leads to furtherance of relations, especially in matters
such as "the Force."

T H E D I P L O M A T

Aelikes took the bottle and opened it. He quickly smelled it and then finnaly drank some of it. "Hmmm. Definatly 200 years old," he grunts under his breath, "Child, were are you from?"

Sem looked up again, and her face turned from amusement to confusion. "I don't... know...exactly..." She turned and faced the ground.

OOC: Anyone minds if I join? Not in a violent disruptive manner, by the way.

OOC: not at all. All you have to do is send in an apprentice, or diplomate.

A child approached the entrance of the academy, he looked no more than 8. He stepped up to the guard and asked somewhat expectant. "Is this the Academy?" The boy was wearing in what would seem a black version of the usual Jedi robes and all, and he was carrying a paper in one of his hands. His hair was very blonde, slightly ruffled, his eyes were gray like steel, somehow having an unnatural "ring" to them. His skin was unblemished and pale, making him look almost like an albino, but not quite. He was decently built for someone his age although he wasn't very tall for his age, but only standard. His face seemed rather square, with a broadish forehead. "I wish to be taught..." he said, his eyes narrowing very slightly.

A child approached the entrance of the academy, he looked no more than 8. He stepped up to the guard and asked somewhat expectant. "Is this the Academy?" The boy was wearing in what would seem a black version of the usual Jedi robes and all, and he was carrying a paper in one of his hands. His hair was very blonde, slightly ruffled, his eyes were gray like steel, somehow having an unnatural "ring" to them. His skin was unblemished and pale, making him look almost like an albino, but not quite. He was decently built for someone his age although he wasn't very tall for his age, but only standard. His face seemed rather square, with a broadish forehead. "I wish to be taught..." he said, his eyes narrowing very slightly.

Semochi, who was already at the gate, turned and looked at the new comer. "And who might you be?"

His eyes moved over then towards Semochi and blinked lightly. "My name is Merco Secondus....my father, Merco Primus, sent me here for training..." he moved his hand back and put the paper in one of his inner pockets, his eyes looked at the person for a moment, then down for a moment, for some seconds, before finally looking at Semochi again.

Aelikes picked up his comlink. "Dominkive, will you come down here?"

"Right away."

Moments later, the gates reopened. A tall man wearing the traditional dark robes of the Kirtir and an iron mask with a small slit for eye openings walked out. "So, brother. What do these two have to do with us?"

"One of them, the blond one, wishes to be taught the ways of the Dark Side. The other child, I beleive is unshure of herself. She has potential to be a great Lord, possibly even more powerfull than Trilkan."

Dominkive stood with his hands on his hips. "So Merco Secondus wants to be strong. Sent by his father eh?" He growled, "Interesting. And you girl, what do you wish to do?"

[OOC: Not to pester, but could you reply to the message, or do you just want to comply?]

Merco's unusual eyes moved over onto Dominkive, seeming deeply calm although determinated, as he nodded slightly in affirmation, feeling thrilled innerly at being one step closer from something that would prove to make a great change in his life. "I'll be as good and even better than my father...." he thought.

His eyes moved over then towards Semochi and blinked lightly. "My name is Merco Secondus....my father, Merco Primus, sent me here for training..." he moved his hand back and put the paper in one of his inner pockets, his eyes looked at the person for a moment, then down for a moment, for some seconds, before finally looking at Semochi again.

"Well, at least you know what you're doing here..." She responded.

She noted his unsure expression. {Maybe he doesn't really want to be here.} She thought to herself.
She was curious as to why he turned to the ground for a moment as she had to Aelikes. {He's probably just as nervous as I am.}

Dominkive walked over and asked his question. Sem thought for a moment, waited until Merco had finished, and responded, And I wish to find out the reason I am here, for one, and whether or not this place will help me do so."

{He seems a lot more sure of himself, than he was a second ago...}

OOC: Yeah. Forgot for a moment Omar guilds.

IC:
A HK series droid walked up to the two kirtir lords.
"Statement: We got a transmission from the Omar Guilds masters. It seems that one of them wishes to send a Kehaoti to join our ranks here at Devil's Ops. academy. Question: What should I tell them?"

Aelikes looked at his brother who nodded his head. Aelikes turned back to the HK droid, "Tell them to send him/her in. They may come in."

"Rather Disapointment Statemnt: Very well master. I was hoping to blow some stuff up. Declare war on another nation, perhaps?"

"Not now dorid. You have your orders."

Transmission to Olmar Guilds:
From: Aelikes, Headmaster of Devil's Ops. Accademy.
Subject: Your new applicant
We are hereby happy to announce that you may send in you Kehaoti student on overhere.

Dominkive walked over and asked his question. Sem thought for a moment, waited until Merco had finished, and responded, And I wish to find out the reason I am here, for one, and whether or not this place will help me do so."

{He seems a lot more sure of himself, than he was a second ago...}

Aelikes answered the child's question:
"Yes child. This is one of the top accemies here. Once you're done with your training, the tranies past will become clear to him or her. They can see through the force and can witness where they came from, even as far as to their birth... This academy is one of the many that can help you find the reason why you're here."

Dominkive on the otherhand, was preoccupied with Merco. "Stronger than your father eh? We will see when you survive your training. Students have been known to be killed durring training. Ofcourse, it's a worthy risk. Conquering your fears will make you become even stronger."

Merco thought of answering for a moment but only narrowed his eyes and nodded. "Yes." and decided it would be better to allow his actions speak for him, rather than his tongue.

Aelikes answered the child's question:
"Yes child. This is one of the top accemies here. Once you're done with your training, the tranies past will become clear to him or her. They can see through the force and can witness where they came from, even as far as to their birth... This academy is one of the many that can help you find the reason why you're here."

Dominkive on the otherhand, was preoccupied with Merco. "Stronger than your father eh? We will see when you survive your training. Students have been known to be killed durring training. Ofcourse, it's a worthy risk. Conquering your fears will make you become even stronger."

(OOC: Y'know, I'm sooo tempted right now, to just have Semochi just say something like, "Oh, well, nevermind then. I've already got the power to do that." Then turn into this:
http://ftp.wallpaper.cz/pub/protossarchon2-640.jpg

,and shout "Bye, bye!" in some uber-cute girlish voice, while looking like that ^, then vanishing in a brilliant light. ROFL. But no, I'll get a real response up eventually. Lol.)

note to post above:
OOC: OMG!


Merco thought of answering for a moment but only narrowed his eyes and nodded. "Yes." and decided it would be better to allow his actions speak for him, rather than his tongue.


IC: Dominkive noted Merco's unsureness of his desision. I'll show him the full power of the Dark Side

"Young lad, you are about to take your first small steps into a larger world.
You shall use your anger, fear, hatred, agression to fuel your strength. Stand by here, and I'll show you the way."

Both Dominkive and Aelikes looked at Semochi.
"So young one, do you wish to learn the true ways of the force?" Aelikes asked.

With this, it seemed that it took not so long for one of the Omar to appear in the distance, walking towards the gate. The Omar was not in the usual design. While the two characteristic goggle-like eyes protruded from the head, it had a insect-like mouthpiece to its carapace. Its body was completly covered with the black Omar adaptation suit that had been grafted to its body during the birth process. Over this lithe, unarmored carapace was a simple black shroud, wrapped over the body to form a simple robe. The Kehaoti carried almost nothing on it, not even a lightsabre. It walked up to the gate, and looked directly to the guard, before beginning to talk with its synthezized voice.

"Tell your master, that that Kehaoti has arrived from the Guilds. We have business to commence."

The guard staired at this fairly odd creature. "You don't need to, the masters are right over there." The guard pointed a finger at where Aelikes and Dominkive were talking to Merco and Semochi.

"You'd better hurry up, looks like they are almost done talking."

Merco folded his arms behind his back and stood there straight, almost sternly as he ussually does stand. He smiled lightly for a moment to himself, perhaps he wasn't so unsure after all, then he nodded one more time. "Certainly, you shall."

note to post above:
OOC: OMG!




IC: Dominkive noted Merco's unsureness of his desision. I'll show him the full power of the Dark Side

"Young lad, you are about to take your first small steps into a larger world.
You shall use your anger, fear, hatred, agression to fuel your strength. Stand by here, and I'll show you the way."

Both Dominkive and Aelikes looked at Semochi.
"So young one, do you wish to learn the true ways of the force?" Aelikes asked.

(OOC: ROFL.)

IC:
She saw that now both masters had turned to face her.

{Trying to lay down the pressure I see.} She thought to herself.

Semochi faced the both, and in a confident voice answered, "I will follow on this path as long as it benefits me." She paused, then said, "Although you may believe that once one has walked down any path, especially the 'Dark' Path, that they can no longer turn back, there is a way...if you are enlightened enough to see it." (Read: She thinks that you're stupid!)

She looked down the dark corridor. "I will continue." She said, and began to walk forward.

The Omar's orange eyes panned to the side as he looked to the group, and slowly began to walk, his pose slightly stiff as his botos pressed into the gray dirt. The Omar did not seek to break courteous protocol, and thus, stood at a safe distance until the Masters were ready to speak with him.

OOC: My, my. It appears that I have a new rival! :p

((OOC: If it's not cool for me to hop in with this character, please say so and I'll edit accordingly. :D))

Location: Ryds, Gnufasur
New City Bank

Sirans wailed throughout the city street, Military Police trucks forming a rough semi-circle around the bank. Inside was the infamous Nyanko Hakoiri, a wanted fugitive with a history of bank robbings. While crime was relatively unknown in the isolationist Neko nation of Gnufasur, criminals still arose from time to time. Nyanko was one the worst in recent history.

A string of banks had been hit by her, and, explicitedly, she always escaped with well over millions in Lnateds. However, today the local SSDF had been ready, and the bank Nyanko had hit was quickly surrounded. It would seem today that Nynako would finally be caught.

Within the bank, the lone female catgirl sat, her legs crossed, eyes closed. Around her, the bodies of the innocent bystanders within the bank stood suspended a foot off the ground. Each struggled and gasped for air, yet none would come to them. Nyanko didn't seem the least bit disturbed by the Military Police outside, demanding her surrender.

I felt it... What was that? Something... Powerful. An... An acadmy... The Force? What is the Force? No matter. If it'll make me more powerful, I will gladly use it. A planet. Far from Earth... How do I get there...? I will need a space ship... The Krowemohian Landing Craft. It should work well enough for my needs. She mediatated, calling upon her natural psychic abilities, as well as draining the life force from her victims to suppliment her own power, reaching out with her mind across the galaxy to the one within the Devil Ops, calling himself Aelikes. Hello. I have mustered much to obtain this link. Your acadmy. I can sense it, yet I am unaware of its exact location. I wish to come here, and obtain control of this... Force. Will you accept me?

The telepathic link faltered for an instant, beads of sweat dotting her forehead as she concentrated harder on the task. One of the six or so victims whom's life she was draining retched, vomiting all over himself as the last of his life energy was drained. Nyanko's upper lip twitched, and she lashed out at one of the other hostages, linking up with her and dropping the dead male Neko and lifting the new one, establishing a link to her and using her energies to strengthen the link she had established...

OOC Ill join just because to learn more of the Dark Side is important.

True Jedi Master Arturas Nora (http://nastoto.skyblog.com/pics/53408411.jpg) walks up to the academy doors greeted by a menacing guard however he is not fazed. He said no words but rather just nodded and walked past the guard into the school itself to the headmaster's office. Upon seeing the Kirtir Lord he finally spoke.

Arturas: "Greetings Lord Aelikes I am Master Arturas Nora a True Jedi of the Dratherian Jedi Council. I am here to train in the powers of the Dark Side."

OOC: My, my. It appears that I have a new rival! :p

Yup. You inspired me.

(OOC: @Gnufasur: Oh, a cat girl, eh? Hmmm...)

Yup. You inspired me.
OOC: Cool. Just as long as you don't attack innocents, we'll leave you alone. ;)

((OOC: If it's not cool for me to hop in with this character, please say so and I'll edit accordingly. :D))

Location: Ryds, Gnufasur
New City Bank

Sirans wailed throughout the city street, Military Police trucks forming a rough semi-circle around the bank. Inside was the infamous Nyanko Hakoiri, a wanted fugitive with a history of bank robbings. While crime was relatively unknown in the isolationist Neko nation of Gnufasur, criminals still arose from time to time. Nyanko was one the worst in recent history.

A string of banks had been hit by her, and, explicitedly, she always escaped with well over millions in Lnateds. However, today the local SSDF had been ready, and the bank Nyanko had hit was quickly surrounded. It would seem today that Nynako would finally be caught.

Within the bank, the lone female catgirl sat, her legs crossed, eyes closed. Around her, the bodies of the innocent bystanders within the bank stood suspended a foot off the ground. Each struggled and gasped for air, yet none would come to them. Nyanko didn't seem the least bit disturbed by the Military Police outside, demanding her surrender.

I felt it... What was that? Something... Powerful. An... An acadmy... The Force? What is the Force? No matter. If it'll make me more powerful, I will gladly use it. A planet. Far from Earth... How do I get there...? I will need a space ship... The Krowemohian Landing Craft. It should work well enough for my needs. She mediatated, calling upon her natural psychic abilities, as well as draining the life force from her victims to suppliment her own power, reaching out with her mind across the galaxy to the one within the Devil Ops, calling himself Aelikes. Hello. I have mustered much to obtain this link. Your acadmy. I can sense it, yet I am unaware of its exact location. I wish to come here, and obtain control of this... Force. Will you accept me?

The telepathic link faltered for an instant, beads of sweat dotting her forehead as she concentrated harder on the task. One of the six or so victims whom's life she was draining retched, vomiting all over himself as the last of his life energy was drained. Nyanko's upper lip twitched, and she lashed out at one of the other hostages, linking up with her and dropping the dead male Neko and lifting the new one, establishing a link to her and using her energies to strengthen the link she had established...

OOC: It's all cool.

IC: Aelikes felt the link. He temporairly closed his eyes
::We will accept you in this academy Nyanko. I can feel your presents in another galaxy... The force has no lengths. Use it to help you steal your craft. You are strong... For now, I will teach you to use your anger to fuel your strength if you don't already. Muster all you can to get here...::

Aelikes then opened his eyes and noticed that several other people have shown up. What, did Cretaria suddenly become a breeding grounds for force users? No matter. This will please my master

He saw that the guild's person has also shown up. It's glowing orange eyes were noticable in the dark. Ah, a Kehaoti... this will be interesting.
he signaled to the Kehaoti that he reconised the Kehaoti's presence and motioned for it to come forth.

He then also noticed that a more experienced force weilder had shown up.
Arturas Nora... Ah, a puppet of the Light. I shall help free him

He took the young ones, Merco and Semochi and moved them gently to his side. "So, more followers. Even a experienced force user of the Light Side
has appeared to train in the dark arts. Welcome all. Please follow me to the audience chambers. I will leave Lord Dominkive here at the gate."

"I will gladly remain here Aelikes. I will answer any questions people may have," Dominkive stated.

Aelikes turned into the building and the new traineese followed him to the audience chambers.

OOC: Core Worlds, that is what makes the Kirtir different from the sith just for your refference. They don't attack innocents unless for some perverted strategic reason(and then they get killed by the emperor for not following orders)

The Kehaoti nodded from under its shroud.

"What is the curriculum here for our stay?"

OOC Huntaer Arturas is the same kind of force wielder as every force wielder on Dratheria a True Jedi they use the Unifying force.

Arturas walked behind Lord Aelikes to the Audience Chamber where he watched in silence and heard the Kirtir Lord. He seemed to be extended of more power than he let on as some could sense him reaching out through the force sensing the feelings of every person in that room. He still sat there quiet as stone his lightsaber was at his belt but those who know Dratherians know that the first weapon they use in armed combat is their own forearm blades they relish the joy of combat but they also enjoy peace.

OOC: Tag. I have some ideas, but I'm not ready to RP them yet. :D

OOC Huntaer Arturas is the same kind of force wielder as every force wielder on Dratheria a True Jedi they use the Unifying force.


OOC: Got that, I was just speaking from the point of view as a Dark Side user. Remember that dark side weilders consider the light side to be weak.
Even if they use both sides. For them, its either one way, or the high way.
Just from the IC point of view.

Merco blinked as he was moved back lightly and then just followed Aelikes as he told them to, his eyes moving curiously to take in his surroundings as they went into that audience chamber, and he wondered what training would be like, trying to keep his thoughts only to himself as his Father told him to. "Mmh." He scratched the back of his head lightly then, and now turned his attention to whatever Aelikes would then say.

Aelikes took the four new apprentices into the dark halls of Devil's Ops.
A larg room opened before the apprentices. "You will be grouped into pairs. I will asign your groups as it is there are only four of you as of now.
Due to the current small applicants, you will receive personal training from me and Lord Dominkive. You will be tested by others as well, such as
Lord Vorman, Lord Shelintiave, Darth Deshoonde, and finnaly, Darth Trilkan
Emperor of Huntaer. He is extreamly strong in the dark side. Now for your partners," Lord Aelikes smiled upon this note.

He knew their training will make them hard and bitter, cold to the heart. "You, The Kehaoti, you and the little girl, Semochi will partner up in this. Arturas and Merco will train with eachother's partners. Note who your partners are. And also note, this is the dark side accademy. You are here to train to your fullest capacity. Win, and you will be granted the tile of Kirtir/Sith Master, depending on what you prefer to be called, by the Emperor himself. Lose, and you will get yourself killed durring your tests.
It would be most unfortuante if we have one of our students killed..." Aelikes smiled inside his life support mask. He needs to make an impression on the newcomers to the dark side. I will take special attention to the socalled "True Jedi Master." There is only one side of the force, and that is the Dark Side.

Semochi looked around the room, and soon assumed a classic anime styled pose of annoyance, and consideration at the same time.

Her hip to one side, and her body slanted towards another, with one arm on her hip, and the other scratching the back of her head lightly.

She could easily sense the amusement this whole orientation was giving Aelikes.

{This guy always tries to make himself seem like the ruler of the univerese!} She thought to herself.

He continued to follow and look around in this new area briefly, then trying to remember all those long names he mentioned, paying attention now carefully and nodding. When he was done speaking, he walked over to Aelikes. "Sir." and reached to the rolled up paper from before, that had something written. "This is for you."

The letter read the following.

I've heard of this academy and I've sent my son Merco Secundus to train there with you. Because he has my blood, he has a great potential, however I am no longer qualified to teach him myself, because of different things that have happened in my life, making me pretty much incopetent and insufficient. However, he is my hope that the power within our family line will not be lost, he's my hope that he will achieve what I could not, and I trust your training for that. Have no mercy on him, and he will become stronger than we may imagine, for I know what such a rough training can do, when it is not lethal. I'm confident he will survive, for in him lies part of me, and part of what causes a supernova.

Merco Primus

The letter was made of a slightly strange paper, for that who knew about the Force it could be obvious how it had Merco's "signature" and how it was created out of air and other molecules.

Merco (Secundus) had not ever read the paper, because he was told not to, and then looked up and awaited to see what would happen.

OOC: I'm a bit confused, sorry my clumsiness, but who exactly is my partnes? All those "you and you" confused me... x_x'

(OOC: Post made above this. And Kaiser Martens, Kehaoti and, Semochi are one group, and Arturas and Merco are the other group.

Huntaer, she's more like 15, so she's not exactly a "little girl"...)

The Kehaoti listened extremely well and silently. It glanced to the little girl, its glaring eyes piercing her for but a moment as he did a very simple diagnostics scan of her vitals for later reference, and then he looked to the other students. It seemed as if it wasn't the talkative type. After the master finished, it did not interject. The Kehaoti received what it was given with a seeming indifference. It waited for the rest to continue, and looked once more at the one it was partnered with. It addressed itself earnestly.

"Sovereign Semochi, I am the Kehaoti the Master speaks of. The Guilds have assigned me to learn from here. Information can be elaborated upon. I am here simply to serve my purpose."

OOC: PST! Kaiser Martens, kyanges listed your nation's name to get your attention.
not that it was a character.

Ok kyanges. Eventhough she is 15, she is still "Little" by huntarian standards. Remember, these masters are about 6 foot and taller. Not to mention her age isn't even 100th of either Aelikes's or Dominkive's. It's also apart of their arrogant attitude that the dark side makes eveyone who is supposidly lesser than them to be "little." It's also one of his phrases like how there is "eh" "Boy" "Laddie" "Lassie" "Y'all" ect. It's what he uses to call younger people (ok, and by the way you rped her it sounded like she was a young 'un.)

Aelikes turned to the Kehaoti. "Kehaoti," he hissed "What is your name? Do you have one?"

The Kehaoti listened extremely well and silently. It glanced to the little girl, its glaring eyes piercing her for but a moment as he did a very simple diagnostics scan of her vitals for later reference, and then he looked to the other students. It seemed as if it wasn't the talkative type. After the master finished, it did not interject. The Kehaoti received what it was given with a seeming indifference. It waited for the rest to continue, and looked once more at the one it was partnered with. It addressed itself earnestly.

"Sovereign Semochi, I am the Kehaoti the Master speaks of. The Guilds have assigned me to learn from here. Information can be elaborated upon. I am here simply to serve my purpose."

(OOC: *Side note, She’s about 15, so she’s doesn’t really like it when she’s thought of as a little girl. Heh.)

Merco narrowed his eyes as he say Aelikes completely ignoring him as he holds the folded beforementioned paper up to him, and moved half a step closer so he'd notice. Being of small stature could get annoying at times.

Arturas Nora's senses jumped at hearing this feeling a large presence in the force from Merco luckily in the stuff he had packed he had placed in it a special device that would help these people train. One was his remote the other well that would be seen soon enough. He reached out with the force to sense his surroundings and he realized when he had volunteered for this he didn't realize how difficult it would be. He was a young master only 250 years of age but he would be a force to be reckoned with. He was here to learn the more difficult powers of the Dark Side so that he could become more in tune with the Unifying Force where the Dark Side is power the Light Side is control. And healing and death combined produced a dangerous force. Then he spoke.

Arturas: "I can sense this will be difficult but it shall prove fruitful. Now where are the dormitories so I may unpack the few personal items I have brought. Also Merco you should prove to be a force to be reckoned with. I will enjoy training with you because if there is one thing Dratherians love more than peace its a good fight."

Suddenly on one of the nearby landing pads a Force Fighter (http://www.omcp.com/schism/phoenix-1-l.jpg) decloaked. Then suddenly a bag was teleported through the force to Arturas Nora's waiting hand. He then awaited Lord Aelikes's response.

He smiled to him from his position. "I will do my best, Sir, although I don't believe, being so young, that I'm comparable in any way." He grinned wickedly, but then turned his face to look again at Aelikes, the grin fading and his strange gray almost white in the centre eyes blinked and examined him, the hand still with the paper there.

(Have to go for the night, bye.)

The Kehaoti listened extremely well and silently. It glanced to the little girl, its glaring eyes piercing her for but a moment as he did a very simple diagnostics scan of her vitals for later reference, and then he looked to the other students. It seemed as if it wasn't the talkative type. After the master finished, it did not interject. The Kehaoti received what it was given with a seeming indifference. It waited for the rest to continue, and looked once more at the one it was partnered with. It addressed itself earnestly.

"Sovereign Semochi, I am the Kehaoti the Master speaks of. The Guilds have assigned me to learn from here. Information can be elaborated upon. I am here simply to serve my purpose."

Semochi looked back at the strangely dressed creature, and also felt that it was staring rather intently. {It’s probably not looking at me that way, but it’s still getting on my nerves.} she thought.
The creature started talking, and Semochi found its voice to be almost as disturbing. {Well, at least it has some nice manners…}
She responded, “Hello, I’m Semochi. You say that you are a Kehaoti? What’s that?
Before, waiting for a response, she also told him in a quite voice, “And don’t scan me or anything again…”

(OOC: Um, Huntaer, this guy was refering to me, and not to your master guy. So, no need to RP your guy asking for his name. And um, the other guy didn't mention my name to get my attention.
If he did, I missed it, and could you point it out?)

Aelikes took merco's note. He read his father's wishes. This boy may actually be proven usefull to both his empire, and us....

He staired down at the boy. "As a part of Kirtir tradition, I will uphold your father's note," Aelikes stuff's it into a pocket inside his robes.

He then looked up at the True Jedi master after he spoke. "Indeed? You enjoy a good fight as much as peace? An interesting combination. You shall learn that our traditions here are much different than those of the actual sith you've encountered. The Kirtir are of a different branch of the dark side. You also may prove usefull."


OOC: I thought for sure that it would be a pic. of a Jedi starfighter. Neat little ship.

(OOC: Um, Huntaer, this guy was refering to me, and not to your master guy. So, no need to RP your guy asking for his name. And um, the other guy didn't mention my name to get my attention.
If he did, I missed it, and could you point it out?)

OOC: I still want to know his name if he has one. And as to the part for the guy to get your attention, I was referring to the list you made which he assumed his nation's name was appart of.

(OOC:And Kaiser Martens, Kehaoti and, Semochi are one group, and Arturas and Merco are the other group.


that is what I was referring to (I think I'm understanding you correctly)

Semochi looked back at the strangely dressed creature, and also felt that it was staring rather intently. {It’s probably not looking at me that way, but it’s still getting on my nerves.} she thought.
The creature started talking, and Semochi found its voice to be almost as disturbing. {Well, at least it has some nice manners…}
She responded, “Hello, I’m Semochi. You say that you are a Kehaoti? What’s that?
Before, waiting for a response, she also told him in a quite voice, “And don’t scan me or anything again…”

"I am a Omar. We hail from the Osente system. We, the Kehaoti, are experiments. I am a prototype caste, we were engineered by the GEHIRN to be conduits of what you call "The Force." I was bred and engineered for this purpose, so I will fufill it."

He tilted his head a bit as his eyes dimmed.

"I apologize for my invasion of your privacy. I forgot that most organic sovereigns feel such offense to being examined. I overstepped my bounds."

(OOC: Um, Huntaer, this guy was refering to me, and not to your master guy. So, no need to RP your guy asking for his name. And um, the other guy didn't mention my name to get my attention.
If he did, I missed it, and could you point it out?)
[OOC: Yeah, it was directed to her.]

Aelikes turned to the Kehaoti. "Kehaoti," he hissed "What is your name? Do you have one?"
"Omar do not require names. However, the Kehaoti are different, we must be self-aware and seperate from the strict purpose. We are not quite Transcended, but we are at the cusp at it. Thus, it is my duty to be named, not to name myself. This is my submission to you, as the duty befalls upon my teacher and master to name me, and thus, forever be bound to that fealty."

"I am a Omar. We hail from the Osente system. We, the Kehaoti, are experiments. I am a prototype caste, we were engineered by the GEHIRN to be conduits of what you call "The Force." I was bred and engineered for this purpose, so I will fufill it."

He tilted his head a bit as his eyes dimmed.

"I apologize for my invasion of your privacy. I forgot that most organic sovereigns feel such offense to being examined. I overstepped my bounds."


[OOC: Yeah, it was directed to her.]

{Yeah, a convenient excuse. Forgot...} Sem thought to herself.

"Well, that's interesting." she said, "Like the rest of you, you all have, and know your purpose here. I don't really know mine. I just kind of randomly appeared here as well. So far, I'm going through with this in the hopes that it will teach me more about my past."

She paused a moment, and continued, "I have these strange powers that I can't explain. Reading minds, and this: (She makes a bright energy ball in her hands. The light has no definite shape, and seems to crackle more like electricity than anything.) It is all very strange, and I really need to know more about them..."

((OOC: After taking two hours to write this post, I decided at the last minute that it didn't need to be so long. So, here's the abridged version, skipping the parts where Nyanko leaves Earth and going directly to where her stolen ship crashes near the Acadmy.))


Just outside of Crateria's orbit, a bubble forms in space, then the Landing Craft phases into existance. The bubble vanishes, and the craft drifts lopsided, uncontrolled.

Nyanko heaved, throwing up her stomach's contents into the knapsack where the Lnateds she had stolen were stored in. She groaned, "Oh... Goddess... My head... URGK!" She vomited again, Space Sickness taking over her.

After a few minutes of nearly unbearable pain, Nyanko finally gained enough of her composure to begin issuing commands to the ship's AI. "Ahem. Alright. Here goes. Land us on that planet." She reaches out with her mind, probing to find the Academy. She touches the 'mind' of the AI, giving it the location. "There. Land us there."

The AI beeped back at her, "Warning! Zero Point Reactors are nearing failure. Liklihood of ability to generate enough power to leave planet's atmosphere is rapidly falling."

Nyanko shook her head. "Doesn't matter. If I don't steal another ship by the time I need to leave here... Well, let's leave it at that." She smirked, Grand Theft Spaceship, I'm coming up in the world... Oops, better make that Universe. I'm Intergalatic now.

The craft gained controll of itself, then zipped for the planet, breaching the atmosphere.

That's when the full price of the trip here became evident. Many systems on the ship began to fail. Such as the Advanced heat shielding. Halfway through the planet's atmosphere, the basic heat shielding burnt out, and by the time it had breached the atmosphere fully, much of the armored underbelly had melted into slag.

Like a rock the ship plummeted towards the ground, retro rockets making minute changes so that it, more or less, would land where it was intended to.

Just as it's about to break the cloud cover, half of the landing brakes flare to life, slowing the ship somewhat, but not quite enough.

Cursing, Nyanko listens to the myrad of warning beeps, informing her of the ship's failing condiction. "I know! I know! Can't you DO something about it?" She asked the AI.

Even it began to fail, static filling much of the reply it gave her, "The Ship's.... Failing... Pressurized Fuel..... -oken. Landing p.....col file suspe.... -upted. Suggest to....... -don Ship."

Sighing, she gleamed some of what the AI was trying to say. She knew that last part was to abandon the ship. "So, does this thing come with Escape pods, or something?"

"...... Located at re...... -ode twenty eight-five." At least it had managed to give her the full access code to the craft's cargo drop pod...

"Good. I'm going then. Make sure this thing doesn't smash into anything important."

Getting up out of her seat, Nyanko hurried back into the rear compartment, glancing around for a hatch of some sort, and spied it. Next to it was a keypad. She quickly punched in 2085, and it slid open. It revealed a square pod, which too opened. Inside was ammo and weapons. Nyanko raised an eyebrow, then dug through this, tossing much of it out to make room for herself.

It was a tight fit inside the pod, yet she managed somehow. The container's top clide shut, sealing her in darkness. At first, she didn't feel anything. Then, a sensation of falling came to her. The cargo pod was away!


The craft became visible to those at the academy. It wasn't heading for it, though. It seemed like it was heading for a clear patch of land somewhere a few tens of kilometers away.

Ungracefully, the craft slams into the ground, and the accompanying explosion isn't quiet by anyone's standards.

Either by pure dumb luck, or the will of the Force, the Cargo drop pod drifts gracefully onto the Acamdy's front steps, setting on the ground, the trio of parachutes drapping over it and slipping off to one side.

The top pops up, then slides open, accompanied with a hiss of escaping steam. A shadowy figure rises out of the box. "I liiiiiive... I breathe..." The figure, distinctively feminie, says. Then, it starts coughing, apparently having inhaled too much steam. Regaining it's somposure, it speaks again, "Well well well, looks like the cat's out of the box, finally." She says to no one in particular, stepping out of the pod. She glances around and spies the door guard. "Yo. This is the Academy, right?" She askes, her dark blue furred tail swishing from one side to another.


((OOC2: I gotta go now. I'll make another IC post laterish. Bye, peeps.))

"It is not my purpose, but as my fealty has been trasnfered to you as an equal, I will do what I can to help you understand, though I know my capabilities are behind such a feat. I could not explain that to you, as I do not understand any of this myself. It was not encoded into my memory, as we do not have such knowledge to apply."

He then turned away from her for a moment, looking around in his conditions. He seemed unsettled.

"I suppose that makes us kindred, as we are both lost in this world. That is the only thing that binds us."

"It is not my purpose, but as my fealty has been trasnfered to you as an equal, I will do what I can to help you understand, though I know my capabilities are behind such a feat. I could not explain that to you, as I do not understand any of this myself. It was not encoded into my memory, as we do not have such knowledge to apply."

He then turned away from her for a moment, looking around in his conditions. He seemed unsettled.

"I suppose that makes us kindred, as we are both lost in this world. That is the only thing that binds us."

(OOC: Question, is he saying that? Or is he thinking it? The last bit.)

(OOC: Question, is he saying that? Or is he thinking it? The last bit.)
[OOC: Verbal.]

She looked at the Kehaoti for a moment, and cupped her hand. The energy dissipated, and she turned to the ceiling, and let out a small sigh.

“Yeah, I didn’t expect you to be able to [explain it] anyway. But you don’t have to go as far as to dedicate your self to me or anything. Even if you say you do so as an equal. Like I said, I’m only in this to find out more about my past. I don’t want to see your dedication placed in something that won’t exactly return the same to you…”

She turned back after the Kehaoti had finished his last sentence, and it had already turned away.

“I guess that does make us kinda the same…”

(OOC: I really had to think for a while what you meant by “fealty” I don’t really use that word at all, and I tried to respond to it as best I could… Yeah, I guess my English isn’t all that great…)

She looked at the Kehaoti for a moment, and cupped her hand. The energy dissipated, and she turned to the ceiling, and let out a small sigh.

“Yeah, I didn’t expect you to be able to [explain it] anyway. But you don’t have to go as far as to dedicate your self to me or anything. Even if you say you do so as an equal. Like I said, I’m only in this to find out more about my past. I don’t want to see your dedication placed in something that won’t exactly return the same to you…”

She turned back after the Kehaoti had finished his last sentence, and it had already turned away.

“I guess that does make us kinda the same…”

The Kehaoti seemed to nod in its way as it waited.

"It isn't so much a dedication as an obligation, as this is part of our training. The Masters here decided that we would be compatible, thus, I will fufill my side by working for both of our motives. Its not meant to be service. It is only the completion of what I have been obligated to do. I do not seek profit. I will do this as long as it is deemed necessary. I have to serve both of our interests now that we have been placed under this."

(OOC: I really had to thing for a while what you meant by “fealty” I don’t really use that word at all, and I tried to respond to it as best I could… Yeah, I guess my English isn’t all that great…)
[OOC: Hey, that is fine! I am sorry about the word usage, I thought it fitting. Just ask for clarification if you want.]

The Kehaoti seemed to nod in its way as it waited.

"It isn't so much a dedication as an obligation, as this is part of our training. The Masters here decided that we would be compatible, thus, I will fufill my side by working for both of our motives. Its not meant to be service. It is only the completion of what I have been obligated to do. I do not seek profit. I will do this as long as it is deemed necessary. I have to serve both of our interests now that we have been placed under this."

(OOC: I really had to thing for a while what you meant by “fealty” I don’t really use that word at all, and I tried to respond to it as best I could… Yeah, I guess my English isn’t all that great…)

[OOC: Hey, that is fine! I am sorry about the word usage, I thought it fitting. Just ask for clarification if you want.]

(OOC: Alright then, Just how did you intend to use the word?)

IC:

{Wow, these things really are rather cold...} Semochi thought.

"So, you're basically saying that you would just leave here, and even me, if that's what you were required to do?" Sem asked. She wasn't really hurt in anyway by the creature's statement, but found the creature to be surprisingly dependant on others to give it purpose. Much as she was now. This interested her somewhat.

(OOC: Alright then, Just how did you intend to use the word?)

[OOC: Fealty, as in loyalty and obedience. He has been given the fealty to his superior, the masters of the academy. This fealty now extends to the relationship they share, that of being "partners".Thus, to obey his new masters, he must do what he can to serve her interests. Or so he interprets.]

IC:

{Wow, these things really are rather cold...} Semochi thought.

"So, you're basically saying that you would just leave here, and even me, if that's what you were required to do?" Sem asked. She wasn't really hurt in anyway by the creature's statement, but found the creature to be surprisingly dependant on others to give it purpose. Much as she was now. This interested her somewhat.

For a long moment, the Kehaoti paused and contemplated that. It was as if something clicked in its head.

"Yes. That was how I was engineered. That is... True.

It seemed even more at ease as it shifted the weight on its feet, looking to the masters. That thought in its head reacted differently for the Kehaoti. It was at the cusp of Transcendence, the most self-aware of the Omar. Thus, it responded much more differently, and that thought gave it a very strange feeling.

[OOC: Fealty, as in loyalty and obedience. He has been given the fealty to his superior, the masters of the academy. This fealty now extends to the relationship they share, that of being "partners".Thus, to obey his new masters, he must do what he can to serve her interests. Or so he interprets.]



For a long moment, the Kehaoti paused and contemplated that. It was as if something clicked in its head.

"Yes. That was how I was engineered. That is... True.

It seemed even more at ease as it shifted the weight on its feet, looking to the masters. That thought in its head reacted differently for the Kehaoti. It was at the cusp of Transcendence, the most self-aware of the Omar. Thus, it responded much more differently, and that thought gave it a very strange feeling.

(OOC: Ah, it's all clear now. Thanks.)

IC:

Through her Ascendant senses, and even through normal "gut" feeling, Semochi began to feel a greater feeling of independence in the creature. It seemed to react to different inputs differently than it had only moments ago. Although the cause of this was beyond even her senses to detect.

"I see. Well, as long as you realize that it's how you were engineered, and not how you must always be. Things that were engineered, or designed, can be modified, so, maybe you'll be able to 'grow up' out of your engineering too."

The creature now facinated Semochi. It seemed capable of so much more. In terms of it's personal circumstances, it was not much different than herself. Maybe she too, could "grow up" into something better.

(OOC: This will be my last post tonight. The bed awaits, lol.

About the RP, note that she does not yet know that she is one of the "Ascended". As you have seen, she only know she has these powers, and not where they came from, or why she has them. However, she has become quite skilled in their usage...

EDIT: On a final note, nice RPing so far. Keep it up, seems like there are a lot of good ideas from you, and it would be nice if you brought them up in some future RPs.)

(OOC: Ah, it's all clear now. Thanks.)

IC:

Through her Ascendant senses, and even through normal "gut" feeling, Semochi began to feel a greater feeling of independence in the creature. It seemed to react to different inputs differently than it had only moments ago. Although the cause of this was beyond even her senses to detect.

"I see. Well, as long as you realize that it's how you were engineered, and not how you must always be. Things that were engineered, or designed, can be modified, so, maybe you'll be able to 'grow up' out of your engineering too."

The creature now facinated Semochi. It seemed capable of so much more. In terms of it's personal circumstances, it was not much different that herself. Maybe she too, could "grow up' into something better.

The Kehaoti didn't want to think this. It knew that what awaited him would be a far worse fate. Transcendence was an ideal, it was only to be reached by those it needed to. He was never authorized to do that, not by The Diplomat or the Guilds. He would have to control his thought. He could not let this influence doom him. He had to serve the Survival of the Guilds. However, he knew that he could speak to her in his locked mind. Even their, they could not reach him. He attempted to speak to her in thought, hoping that perhaps she could sense his distress.

I cannot talk about this further. The consequences of seeking Transcendence are great in the Guilds. When I finish my purpose, perhaps I can then request Transcendence from my Guild Coordinators. It is only an ideal, not something I can seek. I am sorry. We Omar cannot step from our engineering. If we do, we endanger Omar Survival and Adaptation. At another time, I will try to explain this to you.

EDIT: On a final note, nice RPing so far. Keep it up, seems like there are a lot of good ideas from you, and it would be nice if you brought them up in some future RPs.)
[OOC: Thank you. I got inspiration for the Omar and sorta made them my own. At first, they came out borg-like and generic, but I think I am beginning to give them a very distinct feel. I hope to go further into their biomechanical nature. I have been fascinated by the theory of "Genetic Memory," which is why genetics are more important than nano-technology ever could be in the Omar Guilds. The Omar's very mind can be engineered through genetics, thus tailored for their purpose. The irony is that the Omar originally were meant to transcend such things, but there was a err in their path. Which is why I will be introducing these concepts of the Omar's origins in transhumanism in later RPs, after the Guilds settle into some systems outside of O-7.]

Merco listened to his words carefully and nodded, with a little smile, then he turned his attention to Semochi and the Omar, the latter of which he did not quite understand much, and stepped back to just slip his hands in his pockets blinking curiously towards it and in time to the sphere of energy created by her. "Hmm." before starting to narrow his eyes and seeming soon in deep thought as if considering something, him quietly staying out of conversation as usual.

Arturas: "Well I must take my leave of you for a short time."

Arturas decided that he would find his dorm room using the Force and Psionic powers so he could change into something more comfortable. Master Nora sat on his dorm bed when the portable holoprojector on his desk sprang to life. It was Master Xeth Cortas (http://www.iamfrancis.com/images/paintings/Jedi_dark.jpg) leader of the Jedi Council. Arturas moved quickly over to the desk and began to speak to the image of the 1,150 year old master.

Arturas: "Greetings Master Cortas. How goes the war?"

Xeth: "Greetings. It is moving rather slowly. Repairs on all vessels are completed. As well Rogue Fleet has begun its mission. How goes the training?"

Arturas: "It will begin soon enough however the partner I have been assigned is a young boy only 8 but very powerful in the Force."

Xeth: "Interesting. What items did you take to this school?"

Arturas: "I brought my lightsaber, 2 Ancient-class Healing Devices self-automated/manual, 2 stunsabers, 2 13mm Jackals, and one Harconan Magnum. I also brought some psionic databanks as well as a few comm and survellience devices."

Xeth: "Good keep me apprised of your situation. May the Force be with you always."

Arturas: "And with you Master."

With that the communication ended and Arturas donned his black battle armor and equipped his weapons and one healing device. He quietly walked from his room to explore Devil Ops. He was there to learn more about the Dark Side and the Kirtir but he was also here to learn more about the leaders of this school as well as the students. One of the first students he would seek out would be Merco. This young boy intrigued him as he hadn't been in a long time. He reached out with the Force to determine if anyone was near. Then he proceeded when he felt no presence. After he found Merco he would attempt to speak to Lord Aelikes about the Dark Side. Suddenly however without any control ove rhis own body he stopped and withdrew his Harconan Magnum and was ready to aim at a target when he suddenly regained control. He holstered the gun and quickly began searching for either Lord Aelikes or Merco. He felt as if for a moment that some outside force controlled him and it dissolved some of his normally calm and coll exterior. However since the Sith and the Kirtir reveled power he quickly extended his 3 foot long forearm blades and continued on his search.

The Kehaoti didn't want to think this. It knew that what awaited him would be a far worse fate. Transcendence was an ideal, it was only to be reached by those it needed to. He was never authorized to do that, not by The Diplomat or the Guilds. He would have to control his thought. He could not let this influence doom him. He had to serve the Survival of the Guilds. However, he knew that he could speak to her in his locked mind. Even their, they could not reach him. He attempted to speak to her in thought, hoping that perhaps she could sense his distress.

I cannot talk about this further. The consequences of seeking Transcendence are great in the Guilds. When I finish my purpose, perhaps I can then request Transcendence from my Guild Coordinators. It is only an ideal, not something I can seek. I am sorry. We Omar cannot step from our engineering. If we do, we endanger Omar Survival and Adaptation. At another time, I will try to explain this to you.

(OOC: Her sense in the mind area are kind of null. I've made all Ascendants this way to prevent much of the possible God modding that can result from such a power. It will be in the fact boof that I'll release some time, but I'll say it here too. The Ascendants, I hope to use as more of a plot device than anything else. In this kind of RP, I'm RL friends with the topic starter, and he know much about how I intend to use things like the Ascendants, so he won't freak out and shout something like "MIND READING?! OMFG!!! GOD MOD!!!! GET OUT!!!!! [Of the RP]."

However, when it comes time for war or some other touchy issue, I'll be asking for permission on the powers that you see me use here. This is is for you to know, so then you don't go accidentally creating some other powerful thing like I have withthe Ascendants, and then suddenly encounter serious backlash from those who will scream God mod.)

IC:

Semochi could indeed sense the creature's uneasiness. She could also sense that it was trying to tell her something. She also felt fear that was ever present in the creature. {It started the moment it began to show some individuality...} she thought.

Then she suddenly began to feel the distinct sensation that it was trying to tell her something. She could make out exactly what it was, but she did make out the basic message. {There’s something seriously wrong with a people who can’t even better themselves without someone else’s permission… Maybe we aren’t so alike after all…}
On the outside, Semochi only nodded in understanding. “Another time I guess” She said, and looked back to the Kirtir “Masters” for any further messages from them.

Before either of them all would notice, Merco was no longer there, and his current location was unknown. He had turned and stepped away very silently, yet constantly, his eyes narrowed as he got a weird feeling and began to walk through the halls not really knowing where he was heading too. After a while, he saw Arturas pass in the distance... He waited a moment and then he began to walk once again, so he wouldn't be spotted easily. He then stood where those halls crossed and looked at him, from behind, he was about 13 meters away. His eyes narrowed again and he wondered where he was going, and slipped his hands in his pockets again.

OOC: check out hobbeebia calls for all the sith to unit thread. please i will get a thread link in a sec.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=415081

there it is

Mmh, my Merco Secundus is still too young to be considered anything, and my Merco Primus has just a big number of issues that in a different way prevent him from being a Jedi, Sith, Sane, or Crazy....

[OOC: The Kehaoti only serve the Guilds.]

(OOC: Her sense in the mind area are kind of null. I've made all Ascendants this way to prevent much of the possible God modding that can result from such a power. It will be in the fact boof that I'll release some time, but I'll say it here too. The Ascendants, I hope to use as more of a plot device than anything else. In this kind of RP, I'm RL friends with the topic starter, and he know much about how I intend to use things like the Ascendants, so he won't freak out and shout something like "MIND READING?! OMFG!!! GOD MOD!!!! GET OUT!!!!! [Of the RP]."

However, when it comes time for war or some other touchy issue, I'll be asking for permission on the powers that you see me use here. This is is for you to know, so then you don't go accidentally creating some other powerful thing like I have withthe Ascendants, and then suddenly encounter serious backlash from those who will scream God mod.)

[OOC: Understood.]

Semochi could indeed sense the creature's uneasiness. She could also sense that it was trying to tell her something. She also felt fear that was ever present in the creature. {It started the moment it began to show some individuality...} she thought.

Then she suddenly began to feel the distinct sensation that it was trying to tell her something. She could make out exactly what it was, but she did make out the basic message. {There’s something seriously wrong with a people who can’t even better themselves without someone else’s permission… Maybe we aren’t so alike after all…}
On the outside, Semochi only nodded in understanding. “Another time I guess” She said, and looked back to the Kirtir “Masters” for any further messages from them.

The Kehaoti turned its head, looking for the other students, and then turned its leg as it began to speak quietly.

"It appears as if our fellow students have left us here."

The Omar adjusted its wrist, lossening itself as it readjusted its robe and then looked directly to the Kirtir masters. It seem slightly anxious to be ordered out of this situation. It wanted first to get out of this room with the uneasy atmosphere that had been created by the short exchange between the Omar and Semochi, and the absence of the fellow students.

Before either of them all would notice, Merco was no longer there, and his current location was unknown. He had turned and stepped away very silently, yet constantly, his eyes narrowed as he got a weird feeling and began to walk through the halls not really knowing where he was heading too. After a while, he saw Arturas pass in the distance... He waited a moment and then he began to walk once again, so he wouldn't be spotted easily. He then stood where those halls crossed and looked at him, from behind, he was about 13 meters away. His eyes narrowed again and he wondered where he was going, and slipped his hands in his pockets again.

(OOC: There's something that I worried about this. Since my character has the ability to detect the presence of beings in the area, and not to mention the Kirtir, and that light side jedi guy can as well. Just how long do you plan to stay hidden? Not that we're even looking for you though...)

As the other students interacted with eachother, the two masters communicated through the force privatly so no one else can hear them. It looks as though they were just stairing at them, watching.

::These young ones do prove a great potential in the force. The girl... There is something about her that makes her feel as though she wasn't of our world. Like, of another demension almost.:: Aelikes told Dominkive.

::I've noticed that as well. The True Jedi Master, he has experience in the dark side but he isn't completly engulfed by it. We shall change that however.:: Dominkive added.

::Yes. And the youngest, Merco, the force does run strongly in him as his letter suggested. These four will prove to be excelent Lords of the dark side...:: Aelikes looked up again, realising that the students, except for the True Jedi, were still there. "Go to your dormentories. Your training will begin tomorrow. You will need a long rest for the tests will be proven difficult. Go now. You and your partners will see eachother in the morning.
You may comunicate to eachother mentaly if you know how. Good night."

Aelikes walked off with Dominkive strutting behind him. They were about to report to their emperor about the new trainese of darkness. There was still one more on earth however...

Semochi thought to herself, {Finally! These guys talk too much...}

Semochi levitated upwards, and while traveling towards the ceiling, disappeared in a flash. She had just walked between dimensions... to her room. (OOC: Heh.)

(Yes, the only reason why Merco hasn't been detected is because of the fact that noone is looking for him, plus how he's silent and not very tall...don't worry.)

Merco still unaware of why he was doing this, started to follow him from far away, very quietly but not trying to hide - walking through the place like anybody else would, though most likely he'd be able to sense him sometime soon. Merco felt himself driven by a strange curiosity he could not quite identify, like something was amiss, completely oblivious to the fact that he should go have some rest.

The Kehaoti looked at the Kirtir masters and slowly began to nod its head in compliance. It was slightly disappointed that its appeal was not exactly recognized. But it understood that right now wasn't a proper time for that. It looked to Semochi and nodded its head, a universal sign of... Goodbye-ness? Ran out of words there. In any case, the Kehaoti proceeded to move to its dormitory, not interfering with the other students' business.

When it arrived, it did little, and was at a loss of what to do. It was not used to this environment, but with little to do other than wait for the next day, it leaned onto the wall and attempted to go to sleeping, putting its systems on standby. Omar carapaces were not designed for comfortable sitting, which is why Omar preferred to stand rather than lie down while "sleeping."

It was all quiet. The apprentices were in their rooms, either sleeping or meditating (which ever you use). Aelikes and Dominkive walked down through a series of stairs to the underground section of Devil's ops. which led to a room of cloning facilities and weapons production. There was a lot of chatter but it was soon scilenced by the two Lords precence. They continued to walk through a dark damp corridor which lead to the ancient communications area to the Emperor's throne room. Aelikes and Dominkive activated it and contacted their master.

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"What is it?" Emperor Trilkan muttered under his breath.

"My lord, we have the apprentices. All are strong in the force, especialy one of the young ones," Dominkive stated as he and Aelikes bowed to their emperor.

"Ah, this young one. What is it like?"

"She, my lord, is unlike any student I've felt in the force before. She is very powerful. Could be proven deadly if properly trained," Aelikes reported.

"Ahh.... This young female, does she have a name?"

"Semochi my lord. She doesn't know her past or where she came from."

"Ah, strong you say and still ignorant of her abilities. She will be proven usefull. I'll meditate on this. Both of you have done well."

"Thank you my lord," The two Kirtir said in unison. Trilkans image soon dissipated. Hopefully, the girl won't be too powerful. Aelikes thought.

Merco pretty much belatedly began to notice that in the huge area he had nowhere to sleep, and yawned then quietly as his attention was diverted to what he should do next....maybe just hope one of those doors will have noone inside...

00C*is it posible to send a student this late into training?

Arturas deciding that he couldn't find Lord Aelikes decided to go to his dorm do his nightly mediatation undress and shower then turn in for some much needed rest after such a long travel to this academy.

00C*is it posible to send a student this late into training?

(OOC: Knowing Huntaer in RL, I'd say go right ahead. Just make sure you RP coming into the whole thing well.)

Merco sighed and lazily walked back to what he could notice was the bedroom area then. Because of Luck or because of the Force he decided to try to open a door, this worked, and he entered the empty room as it closed behind him. He yawned and scratched his blonde hair lazily, before hopping to sit on the bed, taking off his boots and then laying down, only putting the lighter cover on himself as he slowly began to drift off to sleep...

Arturas deciding that he couldn't find Lord Aelikes decided to go to his dorm do his nightly mediatation undress and shower then turn in for some much needed rest after such a long travel to this academy.

Yes, kyanges is right. You may enter in a student "late."
There is no such thing as late here. BTW, it's starting to become more difficult for me to Rp during the weekdays. I'll be able to continue to do so on the weekends.

The next morning Arturas woke early and donned his battle gear. He then went to his balcony and began to meditate while levitating himself.

"Mmh..."

Merco, being a lazy boy would continue to sleep some two hours more there sprawled out on the bed unless something would interrupt this.

Suddenly four objects appeared on at the foot of Merco's bed through use of the Force. Those things were a Stunsaber, a Lightsaber, a training remote, and a suit of black battle armor. Along with them was a note.

Dear Merco,

To start our relationship off good I have sent you the following items as gifts. These will help you train and become better the Stunsaber will be used in our training combat together and the lightsaber, battle armor, and the remote are for your solo training and for combat. I would however wearing either robes our the battle armor around here. Since it was styled to meet your exact dimensions it will fit very comfortably. However I wish you good tidings I also wish to meet with you in my room later today to discuss your past and your future here. Thank You.

Sincerely,
True Jedi Master Arturas Nora

The Kehaoti awoke with a jolt and began to slowly move its joints as it walked to the center of the room and stretched its arms from side to side. It panned the room for a moment, pondering its positions, and then looked at its body, feeling its muscles stretch as it gripped his hands and the rubbery carapace adjusted to each twitch of his body. The feeling was magnificent as it felt each nanite in its body adjust as he felt the awakening sensation. He put his fist forward in a punching motion, and drew it back, swinging the other arm to the back and falling back down with it. It readjusted his weight and ran a diagnostics on its nano-augmentations to check up on its status, and apparently, it was AOK. It looked to the door and swung its robe over its covered body, leaving the room and into the halls.

The Kehaoti attempted to find one of the masters, following any sign of their location. It wished to have a few words with them before the day began, which it was especially anxious.

Semochi had been levitating nearly a foot off the ground while sleeping the entire night.

Just before she was about to awake, she slowly floated back down onto the bed. She herself had no idea that she had been floating at all...

Semochi's eyes slowly opened. She glanced around with her eyes still half closed. Like most teens, she obeyed the laws of motion very well. When she was awake, nothing could stop her. However, when she was resting, nearly nothing could get her moving.

She yawned, and slowly began to rise up. She squinted a bit, and forced her eyes open.

Looking around the room, she found that the Kehaoti had already awaken, and left. By now, she was fully awake, and the first place she headed to was the restroom, to take care of her morning routine.

Within half an hour, she was ready, dressed, and very hungry. She had doned a somewhat anime styled outfit. She went towards the door, and walked into the halls.

"Hello?" she asked in the hallway. She looked around, but found no one.

She began to search for the nearest familiar presence and teleported to it.

Merco woke up soon after that and headed for the bathroom to wash his face and all the usual activity. However through the mirror he spotted those objects and blinked, closing the tab and walking over them, then crouching to examine them carefully. His eyes narrowed as he read the letter and then he smiled calmly, however he wondered if there'd be anything expected in return for such favors, but was pretty sure he could trust anyways. He tested the sabers and the remotes briefly, and then he got in the armor, grinning when looking at himself in a mirror with it and then putting on his usual black robes onto it. However when taking the lightsabre Merco frowned lightly - he had one already, his father's, although it had been hidden so far. It saddened him to have to give back the lightsabre after it had been offered to him, but it was ordered to him to continue using Primus' sabre to continue with the tradition. He put both sabres in his belt, concealed as usual, and dusted himself off before smiling brightly and stretching, walking out of the room and wondering for a moment where he could find his benefactor and partner, then scratched the back of his head, shrugged, and remembered where he had seen Arturas enter, then he began to head that way with a relaxed yet not slow pace. "Humm..."

Arturas moved quickly through the hall however he had changed out of his battle armor and into his uniform (http://www.fortunecity.com/rivendell/darkness/1125/saitoh1.jpg) from his times in the Dratherian Peace Brigade however this uniform was made from a cloth that was light and breathed however it could deflect most kinetic weapons. However walking from his room he saw Merco wandering the hall wearing the armor he sent him and what appeared to be two lightsabers. He approached Merco and began to speak to him.

Arturas: "Greetings Merco. Isn't it a fine day out? Who would have thought that Cretaria would be so beautiful. Well those gifts that you found are yours as a good way to start our partnership off. Plus I want to help you in any way possible to become as powerful as you can be. Remember the Drk Side is the weapon but the Light Side is the control for that weapon. However I do know of the Primus tradition and I would suggest this keeping that lightsaber I gave you as it can assist you in your training because you will have to learn how to use two at once. Besides in my experience it is always good to have more than one lightsaber handy. By the way if you want I can teach you some general Force techniques."

((OOC: Actually, Nyanko's already in the acadmy. I'll just pretend my character was there and knows where to go, and what have you.))

Nyanko awoke in her chosen dorm room. It was the last room in the dorms section of the acadamy, furtherest from the door.

She had slept nude, and of course, woke nude. Yawning as she hops out of bed, she strides to the pile of yesterday's clothing. Yet stopped midway, instead turning her attention to the Cargo Drop Pod she had rode in on, and also brought with her.

Even with all the stuff she threw out, it was still loaded with Krowemohian technology. Body armor, weapons, and assorted gagdets. A wicked grin crossed her face as she sets upon the contents of the drop pod, sorting out everything into smaller sub piles.

She had three suits of, according to the label, "RIT Armor (http://premium1.uploadit.org/BetaVerisonX//RIT-Armor.gif)" (Found a better pic of the same thing. There you go! :D).

Three K-48s (A Krowemohian Varient of the AK-47. Lighter, more accurate, and features a bayonet at the end) 7.25mm Assualt Carbines, with three spare mags for each.

And, a break-apart Naginata (Basically a three to four foot rod with a foot long blade at the end).

She picks up one of the suits of body armor, and slips into it, finding that there was a hole in the rear for her tail to slip through. After all, we Gnufasurians are descendents of Krowemohians. She reasoned. The armor fit snuggly, like a glove. This she found she liked, immensely. It felt comforting.

Finally dressed, and sporting the Naginata attached to her back, the catgirl theif left her dorm to join the others...

Just as she steps foot outside her door, someone teleports directly in front of her. Nyanko blinks and jumps a full foot backwards, her hand reaching for the Naginata, yet she doesn't draw it. "Holy Mother of Goddess Cori! You scared the living daylights out of me! Don't do THAT!" She snapped at the oddly dressed female. Of course, she was properly dressed oddly too, but at least her outfit served a purpose.


((OOC2: Nyanko (http://premium1.uploadit.org/BetaVerisonX//Nyanko.jpg), what she usually wears. But, right now she's wearing the RIT Armor. I wish I could draw, cause then I could just draw her in the armor, and post it up, instead of having two seperate images. :())

He smiled lightly as approaching him and nodded "Hello." Then he listened to his words, nodding every now and then. "I hadn't considered the need of two sabres, indeed..." He kept listening, then said "That would be the most useful, I've only given extremely basic training...mostly stuff I learned by "instinct" if you know what I mean...thank you for everything, it's the most useful..." Smiling lightly again, it was strange that he'd seem so warm at times, yet other times so cold. His head moved to the side as his eyes drifted to look outside at the beautiful day.

(By the way, the lightsabres can't be seen unless he ran or falled from a highish area, they're covered by the usual black robes.

( on hobbeebian ship)

Master Lord Thinius had sensed this place for many years now, but today he would actually see it, for here had sensed much power there. Master Lord Thinius called his second apprentice Kiva to escort him to this " academy" he has been senseing all this time( for his main Apprentice has been dealing with other matters at the time). Kiva tried to talk him out of his decision but Master Lord Thinius quickly subdued that thought. Their Ship finally arrived at the planets edge, the same planet that the "Academy " the ship lowered to the ground. Master Lord Thinius could now feel the massive amount of dark power in the Acadeny and was well pleased. Master Lord Thinius told the pilot to call them and to let them know that he was here.

" Academy, this is the ship of the Ancient one Master Lord Thinius. he requests that he see the master of this school" called the pilot.

Master Lord Thinius willed his lightsabers to his side while he put on his robe. And opened to door to the ship and into the academy.

Aelikes heard the reply. He's currently the one in charge of the Devil's Ops. Accademy. He quickly put on his cloak and picked up his two red single hilts and walked up toward the surface. "Dominkive, I want you to start the training. There seems to be another sith power here."

"Yes brother. Good luck," Dominkive headed up with Aelikes except instead heading to the landing area, he heads for the training center.
::All traineese, report to the training center on the double.:: He sent out a message to the traineese through the force.

Aelikes continued his way to the launch pad where the Hobbeebian ship was located. He sees a squad of HK (hunter killer) droids. "I want you to come with me to the bay where Lord Thinius is waiting for me. Have your weapons ready incase of any incidents."

"Statement: We are honored to guard one of the Kirtir Lords, Master. We will be glad to shoot up anything that tries to resist us." The HK seargent said.

Aelikes and the twelve droids continued to walk and they eventualy found Lord Thinius.

Merco continued to stare off for a bit longer until he heard the call and looked to Arturas. "Our call...let's get going...." he tucked his hands in his pockets and began then walking to the main area where they all had been summoned to.

Nyanko yawned, snapping her fingers. "I'm Nyanko, Psychic Master Theif. It's a pleasure to let you meet me. Now, if you don't mind, I've been summoned." A short, impromptu bow, and Nyanko heads off for the main area.

She notes another trainee here besides herself. A human male, quit young by the looks of it as well. She nods to him, then promptly forgot he ever existed, absentmindly runing a finger across her RIT Armor, tracing little figures on it.

Her tail flicked back and forth impaitently.

Merco blinked as he looked at her and nodded, then looked at the tail flicking..he stepped a bit closer, poking at it lightly, having not seen such thing before on a person.

The Kehaoti received the order and made his ponderous way down the corridors and into the main room. He examined the new face from afar, a feline humanoid who was being prodded by the young organic in the tail. It was a slightly awkward sight, but the Kehaoti paid no heed as he slowly came down the stairs and got into his position. He kept his hood over his head, with only part of he mouth piece and the two glowing orbs of the eyes underneath visible. It wasn't to isolate himself, rather, to make his presence slightly less conspicious, if that was possible at all.

Nyanko's tail flicked and thwacked Merco's hand away. Nyanko waggled one finger at him, "Didn't your mom ever teach you to keep your hands to yourself? Now go and play."

She sighs, shooing him away with one hand. He's too young for me to hit on... Goddess Cori, when there's gonna be some real men?

Then, she spied someone entering, wearing a hooded cloak. She tilted her head at him, then got an mishcivous grin, using her Psychic Powers to cause a 'gust of wind' to come along and try to blow back his hood.

She whistles innocently, tapping one foot while the hand on the same side taps her thigh.

Aelikes heard the reply. He's currently the one in charge of the Devil's Ops. Accademy. He quickly put on his cloak and picked up his two red single hilts and walked up toward the surface. "Dominkive, I want you to start the training. There seems to be another sith power here."

"Yes brother. Good luck," Dominkive headed up with Aelikes except instead heading to the landing area, he heads for the training center.
::All traineese, report to the training center on the double.:: He sent out a message to the traineese through the force.

Aelikes continued his way to the launch pad where the Hobbeebian ship was located. He sees a squad of HK (hunter killer) droids. "I want you to come with me to the bay where Lord Thinius is waiting for me. Have your weapons ready incase of any incidents."

"Statement: We are honored to guard one of the Kirtir Lords, Master. We will be glad to shoot up anything that tries to resist us." The HK seargent said.

Aelikes and the twelve droids continued to walk and they eventualy found Lord Thinius.


Master Lord Thinius could sense thier arrival o the ships location. One force sensitive being and 12 objects. Master Lord Thinius could sense thier distress about his arrival. For Master Lord Thinius was not here on a mission of war, but one of order.... Aelikes and the twelve droids arriveed in the landing bay with weapons ready. Master Lord Thinius knew that showing any hostility would take to much time. And as a jesture of good will Master Lord Thinius willed his sabers into the air and willed them on to the ground infront of Aelikes and said:

" I am Master Lord Thinius, I am the last of my kind. The last of the ancient Sith Order. I do not come here to fight but instead to offer you a chance to help me bring back the Old Sith Order." now Master lord Thinius just waited for the answer....

OOC: more info on Master Lord Thinius now on Sith ID thread- see signiture.

Then, she spied someone entering, wearing a hooded cloak. She tilted her head at him, then got an mishcivous grin, using her Psychic Powers to cause a 'gust of wind' to come along and try to blow back his hood.

She whistles innocently, tapping one foot while the hand on the same side taps her thigh.
The Kehatoi quickly reared its head to the Neko, its face being revealed. It was quite shocking, it looked like some kind of droid, yet strangely human. The shape of the face was humanoid, but it had two goggle-like eyes that glowed deep orange, whicle a mandible-like mouthpiece protruded where its chin should be. From the tip of its head to its shoulders and below, it was covered in a rubbery, black-blue carapace. It turned back its head, facing the front, and made no comment. It did not attempt to put its hood back on, either.

Nyanko yawned, snapping her fingers. "I'm Nyanko, Psychic Master Theif. It's a pleasure to let you meet me. Now, if you don't mind, I've been summoned." A short, impromptu bow, and Nyanko heads off for the main area.

She notes another trainee here besides herself. A human male, quit young by the looks of it as well. She nods to him, then promptly forgot he ever existed, absentmindly runing a finger across her RIT Armor, tracing little figures on it.

Her tail flicked back and forth impaitently.

Semochi simply glanced at the feline, and noted her bow. She was much more receptive to polite people. Or at least those who at least pretended to be...

She looked around her, and found that everyone had alreay arrived.
{The power to teleport, and I still end up late...} She thought to herself.

She noticed the Kehatoi and the strange gust of "Wind" that had suddenly occured. It didn't take superpowers from an advanced being of pure energy to realize that the catgirl had caused the mischief. {So much for those manners...} She walked over to the Kehatoi while putting on an extra cloak.

"Good morning!" She exclaimed in a chipper voice to the Kehatoi. "Sleep well? Or do you sleep at all?"

Merco seemed angry at her words and narrowed his gray-white eyes at her. "I'm not some child! And she might have teached me, if I actually have had a mother! And unlike you there with the Kehaoti, I don't play either, Hm" He clenched his fists lightly in his pockets for a moment, finding her conduct to be rather irritating.

"Good morning!" She exclaimed in a chipper voice to the Kehatoi. "Sleep well? Or do you sleep at all?"
The Kehaoti turned to face Semochi.

"I rested adequately. I find that waking up is however, the most sensational of the experience. To put it in simpler words, I had a good waking-up."

"Oh..." Semochi responded. She was still quite facinated with the creature, and this its responces were also quite unusual. There was still much that she could discover about it.

Suddenly, Merco shouted loudly at the new, strange, feline student.
Semochi flashed (Teleported, she does this alot.) over next to him.

"What's going on?" She asked.

"Bleh...she's a brat.." Strange that someone his age said that, though.

"Bleh...she's a brat.." Strange that someone his age said that, though.

"A brat?..."

Semochi looked over at the Catgirl. {Well, I can sorta see what he means...}

"Heh, can't stand her huh?" She leaned over slightly. "What about me? Can you stand me?"

She flings a smile over towards the Kehaoti. "Nice enviroment suit!" She complimented his outfit. That's when Merco started mouthing off.

"Aww... It's cute when children get anrgy." Nyanko tilted her head, making a 'It's so kewt!' face towards Merco. "Don't worry 'bout it, short stuffs. One day, many many years from now, when you have your own 80 billion dollar Oil Rig, you too can do what I do and not worry about a thing."

He storms off, and then the other girl, If it isn't Little Miss Teleports-Alot! teleports next to him. He makes a comment towards Nyanko to her, and the girl seems to nod, agreeing with the comment. "Hmphm. He's just a kid, after all." The catgirl holds up one hand, blowing on her finger nails. "Wonder what they're going to have us start on first..."

The Kehaoti turned to the catgirl again, and made a short comment. His voice was shrill and synthesized, comming from the mouthpiece rather than his body it would seem.

"Environment suit? This is not a simple suit for protection. You have fur across your body. Does it breathe? Does it feel? Not necessarily, yet it is alive. Thus, this is what I have. This is part of me, this was created by me. It is my skin, if I could have such a thing. Nothing lies under here, as it goes deeper than and outside carapace. It is part of me. It is no simple environment suit. It is me, and just as me, it shares my memory, my encoding, my purpose."

The Kehaoti paused, and turned, realizing that that was a much more sudden outburst than was needed.

"I did not mean to go off as I did, but it is something that needed to be... Corrected."

"Mmh." Merco only narrowed his eyes more and let the anger be saved to be used in another occation, as he added not a word more and stared at her, a cold fixed stare, that would be terrifying to the cold person if it did not come from a child, or perhaps the fact that a child is able of such a stare could terrify those sensitive to it, instead he turned around and closed his eyes, focusing but at the same time remaining calm as he waited for the training...

Merco efficiently turned about after "hearing" that and began to walk to the training room, every movement of his seeming measured and accurate, as his eyes remained fixed forward and his mind worked very quickly...

"Yes brother. Good luck," Dominkive headed up with Aelikes except instead heading to the landing area, he heads for the training center.
::All traineese, report to the training center on the double.:: He sent out a message to the traineese through the force.

((OOC: Dude... We're already in the Training Room/Center...? Oh, and Nekos don't have fur all over their body. :D That's Furries you're thinking of. Nekos only have fur on their ears and tails. :p))

Nyanko raised her eyebrow, glancing about herself uneasily. "Aren't we already in the Training Center?" She tilted her head, and placed her hands on either side.

She raised her hands up, brushing them over her feline ears, bringing them back and repeating the process several times, as if 'cleaning' her ears like cats do, but with both hands instead of one. "Nyo... So confusing!"

(I actually did think so too, but since I was not sure, and he seemed so convinced that people needed to head there, I thought he may just be right.)

OOC: I forgot I already said that. Geez, I have the memory thus of a gold fish.... (What were we talking about?) I deleted the previous post.

IC: Dominkive looked at the trainiees. He finnaly figured that he will start them off small, even for the True Jedi. "Your first lesson today won't require weapons. Instead we will explore the force its self. Both passively, and aggressively. The first thing that we will do is for you to lift those bags over there," Dominkive finnaly began the lesson. He lifted his hand ever so slightly and the bags went up to the ceeling and back down again.

"You're task, is to lift the bags up 100 times straight in a row. Failure will result in electrical shock from the force. To feel the bag, you must open your mind and body to the force for all is one with the force. However, you must close your mind from tranquility. Use your anger and hatred to fuel your ability to lift them."

Merco cracked up laughing. "But that is completely impossible, I've never even lifted a single bag!" He did not laugh ironically, but REALLY found the situation to be quite funny, then he sat down on the floor facing the bags and wondering lightly for a moment, his mind thinking very quickly, growling innerly as it suddenly was no longer funny and he tried to contact the force in order to feel the bags...

Dominkive quickly raised his hands and huge bolts of electricity emmited from them. "That is for laughing at the first steps which all users of the force must learn. It will be proven usefull when it comes to survival."

"If you hate me now for your failure, use it to fuel your powers to lift the bags. Do it, or receive a more... Painfull dose.

OOC: Remember folks, these Kirtir are hard core about the training and take it seriously. Often,(hardly ever a time when it doensn't happen) punishment is issued to students who dont' understand at first. It's not fair, yes. But, this is the dark side.

Merco growled quietly and held back any further sign of pain while feeling the electricity. But, he held back next, not because of fear, but because he knew he'd eventually grow stronger than him....no matter what.....

His eyes narrowed again.

He tried to focus enough to work with the bags properly and growled more as he arched forth lightly in their direction, before closing his eyes finding out that vision interfeered with his feeling of the Force. They began to lift, then he growled again going back to the incident in which he was shocked, then he was unable to control his emotions and like an explosion had happened in the middle of the bags these were thrown in random directions, one hitting Merco himself, and about three of them being ripped apart and whatever their content scattered, when this happened he opened his eyes angry at himself. "Goddamnit, it was almost there!"

"You felt it, that was good. Now, do you require more fuel, or just need more concentration?" Dominkive leaned toward Merco, leering at him through his mask.

"I have the fuel, I have the horsepower, I yet don't have the proper technique and precision, I need practice and concentration..." He no longer seemed so angry, his expression was somewhat blank. "What should I do with the scattered bags now, mh? Put them back together like they were prior to this?" He blinked slightly, looking back into the mask for a moment and then turning lightly so he can look in turn at where each bag ended up....

Arturas after hearing the commands of Lord Dominikive he did as told. With only looking at the bags (http://www.hikarikat.com/zora/Kenshin/Images/considering.jpg) he lifted the bags in that same repetitive motion 100 times then looked back at Lord Dominikive and thought to himself this would be very slow.

Merco blinked and looked over at Arturas, wishing he could do the same with the same ease, then looking back almost curiously to the bags...

Arturas looked over at Merco and understood what he was thinking and cracked a rare smile (http://www.hikarikat.com/zora/Kenshin/Images/mrrogers.jpg). Then telepathically told him that soon enough he would be able to do that.

Merco narrowed his eyes, feeling that something is being concealed but nodding just barely, then looking back at the bags he had scattered earlier, focusing and now calmly but expectantly trying and feeling each one, starting to assemble them one by one back the way they were. At times he drops one or moves it too fast, but slowly he gets the job done...

Arturas nodded and sent him a telepathic message telling him he had done a very good job.

The Kehaoti looked to Dominikive and then to the bags. It slowly positioned itself forward, in front of the bags. It placed its hand plainly forward, and stared, unsure precisely where to go. With a jolt he brought his hand backwards. Something once again clicked in his mind as he turned, the bag flying towards him. He brought his second hand forward. It was the exact same motion he did this morning. When he woke up. This was a sudden naseuating feeling of deja vu that broke his concentration, the bag slamming into him as he stoutly stood, not exactly fazed by the blow, but surprised that he could not stop it. He realized his mistake. He was thinking, which was unnecessary.

"Inadequate..."

He paused, hesistated, and then stood straight, which would have been been more comfortable for him than standing. He slowly pondered this for a moment. He could not simply manipulate a force. The Master Dominikive spoke of hate, of anger. Things that were simply foreign to the Kehaoti. He realized that to suceed, he must have come to the basics. He looked to the Master. There was little initial reaction as he stared to him, waiting a few moments before deciding how he could create such feelings. He felt no frustration when he failed. The Omar learned trial and error, and simply moved on, or adapted. This could not fit the Dark path, he could not muster feelings of retribution or of pride. Then it dawned on him.

Yet again, another click of the cog wheel. He put himself into a ready position. He mustered a new feeling. It was not of peace, it was not of passion. It was of envy. Sweet envy. He could never have been a true Kirtir Master, or even a force adept. It was incapable of him. It was his memories that made him this way, his genetic coding. But now, he looked at Arturas. Arturas was an organic who could never survive on any hostile environment without significant aid. He was weak-willed compared to the Survival Trinity. Yet this inferior being could harness so much power. This envy, this sense of emptiness and insignificance powered into him. It locked into his head.

The Dictum of the Kehaoti had been now set, and it was known. The Left Hand was the first to discover the truth. The truth of inadequacy.

He raised his left hand. The envy came to him naturally. He did not even copy Arturas's movements, he was insignificant to him. Instead, feigned straining, yet an arrogant flair came to it as he lifted bag after bag. He did it slowly and ponderously, nurturing the envy like a cancerous boil ready to pop, letting it grow and grow, before it would spill all over him. He finished eventually, and turned to Dominikive.

"Master Dominikive, I have completed the task. As I had mentioned before, the Guilds had placed into you the duty of naming me, as a dedication of my identity as a debt to the Kirtir for them helping us in establishing the Kehaoti Dictum. Do you wish to waive this until the trials have been completed?"

[OOC: Keep getting the urge to give the pronoun *he* to the Kehaoti, when it should be *it.* Meh. So just ignore my usage of He, it is much easier for me.]

A rose by any other name is still a rose. Nyanko was no Force master user, but she was a gifted Psychic. Each bag she lifted ease to the ceiling, and gently easing it back down. This is easier then using people like projectiles... She recalled her many fond prison escapes and bank heists, of all the innocent bystanders she's ever used as weapons against law enforcers and military personnel alike, Ahhhh... Those were good times, my friend. Good times. she thought as she lifted the bag over and over, sometimes flourshing and making the bag rotate a few times in place on the way up or down, or distorting it in some manner so as it closely resembled something else, such as a banana or a vague fish shape.

Once the bag was lifted the hundredth times, Nyanko yawns, and sits cross legged on the ground, staring at her fingernails, while she waited for the rest to finish the exercise. Hmphm... I have to paint them again soon... Did I bring my make-up kit? Ugh... Of course not. Goddess damn it all. It's sitting on my car's dashboard back home. She glanced towards Little Miss Teleports Alot, I wonder if she would let me borrow some of her make-up? Hmmmm... I hope she has hot-pink nail polish... I can't stand any other color...

Dominkive nodded in approval of the results. He knew that most of them knew what they were doing. The young one had difficulties but were soon deleted. "This is good young ones. Soon, you will learn how to open yourself to the force allowing you to feel all that is in the temlple of darkness, and into the past and future. A force weilder will use these abilities to help see a future battle, and know what move's he/she will need to block. He/she could look into the past, relearning where they came from, seeing old friends long gone, or places you will never be able to visit again. Then, we will start training in using the force against your opponents."

(OOC: Bleh, Another day of Anime Boston Tomorrow, so... Here's a cheap RP.)

IC:

Semochi lifted the bags 100 times. Then proceeded to rip the bag to shreds. With only her mind! Then with her powers, reformed the bag, and set it down on top of Dominkive's head.


(OOC: Bleh...)

Merco afterwards smiled quietly but was not really happy, for everyone else had done it much better than he did. This would only fuel him to try harder next time, and he knew it. He slid his hands in his pockets and stood there listening to the Master as he then waited.

((Hey, did everyone just die or are you all busy?))

OOC: you forgot about me!!!!! :(

((Hey, did everyone just die or are you all busy?))
[OOC: Just waiting for Huntaer's reply to my character's request. Or his continuation of the training.]

(**Really thinks he died now though**)

i am begining to agree

**Is pissed now.**

And so Merco sort of wanders off and never receives training, or something shitty like that. Bad end.

**Is pissed now.**

And so Merco sort of wanders off and never receives training, or something shitty like that. Bad end.

(OOC: Lol. Huntaer is currently involved in some other RL events. It would have been nice of him to at least post something mentioning that of course, so I'll see if I can get him to show a pulse.)

good

OOC: Yes.... Pissed off everyone... LOL. Realy though, I've been having difficulties using NS in RL. I can hardly use it durring the weekdays untill further notice from my parents. Not to mention I need to go to physical therepy to help fix my sholder problem due to constant swim practice (2 hrs. a day, ~6 days a week, 4000 yrds a night, year round). I'm also re-playing KOTOR 2 to help give me new training ideas from Kreia, a Jedi who trains your character so that he/she could feel the force again in KOTOR 2.

IC: "When you look into the future, you need to have your mind open.
Seeing the future is important in order to predict your enemies movements, or tactics when fighting. Close your eyes, reach into the force. Use your anger and hatered. Once you complete this, you should be ready for your saber training. It's important to see the future in close combat fighting."

Dominkive stood there, watching and waiting for the young ones to complete their tasks.

((OOC: Not entirely sure of what you want us to do... But, here goes...))


Tilting her head, Nyanko gives their trainer an odd look, then shrugs, closing her eyes and opening her mind to the Force. It... Was difficult at first. She couldn't sense anything. Then, slowly, like a rolling breeze, she felt it.

Look into the future, am I? I wonder what I'll be doing thirty minutes from now... She focused on her anger, channeling it like she used to channel the life energy of her victims. She peered into the near future, and there she saw herself, sparring with... Someone. She couldn't see anything beyond herself, it was all blurry and hazy. Yet, she saw herself, wielding a dual-sided lightsaber. She watched for a few moments, noting her mistakes in combat against the obvious superior lightsaber wielder. So... THAT's how it'll go, eh? Let's see if we can't change that...


((OOC2: That's what you wanted, right? >_>))

OOC: Yes, it is similar to what I wanted. Very Close.

IC:

"That was good. You senced yourself fighting in the future. Now, use the energy and look into the past, or the far future of the things to come. Through this use, you can see things and people from other places and times. You can even see, those who are dead, like old friends or relatives of old."

OOC: I was hoping for people to look into the past-past, or into the far future. The training thing is so close to what I wanted. Good guess.

The Kehaoti considered this, and slowly spoke to Master Dominikive.

"Is not what is in the future inevitable? Or do we only perceive possibilities? Forgive these questions, but how is it that we sense the future. Probabilities, or inevitabilities?"

"You only see limitless possiblilities of the future which you can change. The imidiate future has less probablilities but still has a lot."

OOC: For example, (assuming you saw The Empire Strikes Back or needs help remembering ) luke saw his friends being torchured in Cloud City and wanted to prevent their pain. Yoda saw the many possibilities of the future, "Allways in motion is the future" he said to Luke. As all of us SW fans know, luke nearly got the alliance screwed. Had he not gone and tried to help his frineds, he probably would've been in even better force training.

"You only see limitless possiblilities of the future which you can change. The imidiate future has less probablilities but still has a lot."

OOC: For example, (assuming you saw The Empire Strikes Back or needs help remembering ) luke saw his friends being torchured in Cloud City and wanted to prevent their pain. Yoda saw the many possibilities of the future, "Allways in motion is the future" he said to Luke. As all of us SW fans know, luke nearly got the alliance screwed. Had he not gone and tried to help his frineds, he probably would've been in even better force training.
[OOC: Yes, yes, I know. But the Kehaoti did not.]

The Kehaoti stared a bit down the corridor. What possibilities could he see? The corridor deepened, shortened, tisted, and rushed past in a whirling black spiral as the Kehaoti's mind wandered into this,. How could he make this work? It is not a mechanical routine, he could only tap into the envy that he did not have at first. But could he manipulate himself, conciously? Is that possible? He reached out, and opened the door that fell into view.

Flash. He looked down from his void, down at the twisted scene. Each one passed, succeeded. But machines have limits, and progressed stopped. Lives could pass, but at least they could have been lived, as simply one was left behind. Alone. What was he seeing? He doubted what his teacher said, is it inevitable what he sees? Failure, surpassment.

It came back, gripping his hand and he stood back..

"My grasp, bitterness.. That is what I can taste... Is this what I want? I must not understand, lest I lose the knowledge of this ignorance."

He contemplated on this... Could it be used short-term?

Merco narrowed his eyes and seemed slightly annoyed at how difficult these tasks seemed, also annoyed at how lightly the Master speaks about it all, and even more pissed with his obsession with doing things "because of anger and hatred", or whatever he ment.

He growled lightly to himself as he looked around for one second, then closed his eyes to give it a try..he wondered if he'd get shocked if he failed....he could feel the force for a moment, the light red glow he had "seen" on his mind another time, then it was gone.....flickered, returned.....grew strong.....he could not stabilize it and got some sort of strange, bad mental image as he opened his eyes with a lighty gasp, then ashamed when he noticed it was loud enough to be heard.

Dominkive turned around at the sound of Merco's shout.

"What did you see, young one? Tell me. Or, did you come close to seeing something you didn't like?"

He looked to Dominkive hesitant and unsure, not quite able to recall what had been on his mind. "I'm..not sure. But it can't have been something good." Well, at least he didn't seem like he'd be about to shock him.

"Focus, on it. You must focus on channeling on your energy. Clear your mind on other thoughts. You must be focust. Now, try again."

Sem looked around her as the others attempted to peer into the future.

{Idiots...} She thought.

{Don't they know that trying to see the future is impossible? That no matter what you see, it's always just a single possibility out of an infinite number of possible outcomes? What do these "Dark Side" fools know anyway?!}

Sem couldn't help but look down and sigh. The trouble Merco was having with his attempts was even more fustrating.

She raised her hand. "Dominkive?"

"What is it?" He growled.

"What is it?" He growled.

Sem looked at him for a few moments...

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?"

(OOC: In case you're wondering where I'm going with this: This is a way that you can bring in that dumb guy that you were wanting to kill off.)

OOC: *Sigh* I wanted him to be killed off in a Jedi/Sith war, not here.
BTW, he's suppose to lead a bunch of Kirtir into war and then he gets struck down by a Malkir or Jedi general (all of this takes place after the 2nd Phantom War).

(OOC: Sigh all you want. You're still going to have to deal with what my character just did... ^_^)

"Mmh. I wonder what it was...."

Merco closed his eyes again and went to contact the force once again as this time he was mentally more "ready" to whatever he might see. "Mhh.." this time however things were calmer and there was no trace of whatever might have caused that. What he could then see was himself in a few years, much more skilled, to the point of which he was impressed. He decided however not to blindly trust what he saw, and eventually opened his eyes again.

"It appears to work just right. But can we truly trust all we see? I do not believe in a lineal future..."

Arturas focused his mind after doing this many times before it became relatively easy. Suddenly his head bagan to pound and he broke into a cold sweat. He saw Dashir and the Akuma fleets firing their fold cannons from behind Rogue Fleet. Then he saw Mercer in a fighter which crashed into an Chronosian vessel. Then he saw Ferenan and Mercer in another dimension then the return of the memories of Dratheria then finally two different scenes. One showed a bloody battlefield in space and on Dratheria then the destruction of their planet. The other showed a won battle where the Dratherians made peace with their former enemies. Arturas quickly stood and said, "Forgive me my lord I must attend to a very urgent matter." Then with that he disappeared in a flash of light and quickly sent a message to Dratheria telling Master Cortas of his vision.

Nyanko brought herself back to the present, reflecting on what their teacher said. After a moment of silence, she spoke. "The past? I don't need to see the past. The only people I've ever cared about are me, myself, and moi. The only real reasons I'd even consider looking back to the past would be to relive my past glories, like my first bank heist, or something... Hmmm... Ya know, that ain't a half bad idea!" She smiled, her tail wagging back and forth happily.


As she set about revisiting some of her glory days, she senses trouble, and bings her awareness back to the present.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?" The only other female in their group shouted to their teacher.

Smirking, Nyanko shot Master Dominkive a telepathic message. "Seems like someone," she sends him the mental image of Semochi, "needs to be taught to respect her superiors..."

Craning her neck, a 'Someone's gonna get smacked down' grin on her face, Nyanko is content to simply stand back and watch the Master deal with the rebellious student...

OOC: Ok kyanges. Here is my responce.

Dominkive lifted both of his hands and bolts of lighting bursted out, hurling
Sem through a wall and out of the doors, smashing them open. He lowered his hands as electricity sparkled from them. "Do not question the master's teachings little girl. You are a fool to do so." He lifted but a finger, and sem hurled back into the room and into another wall. "This is what we do to students who don't obey. And those who continue to disobey.... Are never heard from again."

OOC: Remember kyanges, she doesn't know of her true power yet. If you realy want to kill dominkive, I'd wait till she's trained and relfects upon the past. Then she remembers, and then goes out to kill him, completing her path to the dark side. TG me or... email me. Or something. We can talk about this.

Nyanko burst into a fit of giggles as Sem got tossed around like a bag of rotted oranges. Dropping to one knee, she shoots a grin over to Semochi. "Da-a-a-a-ammm! You got knocked the fusck out!" Making a note to immortalize this moment in her head so she could torment Semochi with it later, Nyanko stands, faces their teacher, smirking.

"I've looked both into the near future and the distant past. Hmm... Wait... I'm going to see if I can't see what assisgnment you're going to give us next..."

Closing her eyes, Nyanko again channels her anger and uses it to peer into the near future, to gleem what Dominkive had planned for them next, quickly pulling her awareness back to the present. "Ermmm... Build a lightsaber, I think? Question... What's a lightsaber?" It was a legit question. In all her life, she had never heard of, or even had the notion of, a Lightsaber.

Some kind of sword, obviously... Maybe it's made of light-weight material, hence 'lightsaber.' But... Swords are SO pre-historic. A gun works better then a blade any day of the week... She thought amusedly to herself...

OOC: Ok kyanges. Here is my responce.

Dominkive lifted both of his hands and bolts of lighting bursted out, hurling
Sem through a wall and out of the doors, smashing them open. He lowered his hands as electricity sparkled from them. "Do not question the master's teachings little girl. You are a fool to do so." He lifted but a finger, and sem hurled back into the room and into another wall. "This is what we do to students who don't obey. And those who continue to disobey.... Are never heard from again."

OOC: Remember kyanges, she doesn't know of her true power yet. If you realy want to kill dominkive, I'd wait till she's trained and relfects upon the past. Then she remembers, and then goes out to kill him, completing her path to the dark side. TG me or... email me. Or something. We can talk about this.

(OOC: We'll talk about it tomorrow. This thread needed something unexpected to happen so we don't all become bored to death with it... BTW, it's my character, so I know what she knows or doesn't know.
Heh, once she's done with her training and remembers her past, well, your in for it. But that's for another time...)

IC:

Sem had never encountered such a force before.

While she flew back, she thought, {So this is what they mean when they call it the "Force"...} (Eh, that's meant to be somekind of joke...)

She slammed into the wall outside the door, and fell to the ground.

She tried to get up, but her hands and legs suddenly felt limp.

She was on her knees when she turned her head up. The strange cat-girl popped some comment, but Sem didn't realy care. Somehow, she knew that he would get his sooner than her expected it, but, how exactly was still beyond her.

"This doesn't change anything..." She said in a weak voice. "This 'Dark Side' you claim to 'control' will screw you over someday. It's just a matter of when." Sem had a faint laugh, and got up slowly. She decided that the leasat she could do now was end this moment as quickly as possible. She teleported back to her seat...

{I know the that cat finds this kinda annoying... }

OOC: you forgot me!!!

You forgot me!!!

OOC: Woops. I found your post responce was put all the way back on pg. 8. As I said before, my memory is as dull as a gold fish lol.


Master Lord Thinius could sense thier arrival o the ships location. One force sensitive being and 12 objects. Master Lord Thinius could sense thier distress about his arrival. For Master Lord Thinius was not here on a mission of war, but one of order.... Aelikes and the twelve droids arriveed in the landing bay with weapons ready. Master Lord Thinius knew that showing any hostility would take to much time. And as a jesture of good will Master Lord Thinius willed his sabers into the air and willed them on to the ground infront of Aelikes and said:

" I am Master Lord Thinius, I am the last of my kind. The last of the ancient Sith Order. I do not come here to fight but instead to offer you a chance to help me bring back the Old Sith Order." now Master lord Thinius just waited for the answer....

"A chance to bring back order to the dark side? How can we refuse such a jester? And... there is no need to disarme yourself. These droids are here incase of an.... possible assasination. Please follow me to the audience chambers and we shall discuss our union with the other sith empires of the galaxy and make a sand against the jedi, destroying the light side and then, a new age of darkness shall reign all galaxies."

OOC: I'll create a thread for the union of the dark side and TG it to you. sorry I got in so late.

Merco watched that happen, finding Dominkive's violence to be quite annoying as in his mind it was not necessary, then finding "the woman with the tail" as he knew her to be even more annoying as she laughed, and wondered if these people were actually any serious with the training or it was just mocking mocking and Force-bashing. He turned around and sank in his thoughts, slipping his hands in his pockets as he awaited the next task, practicing the Force Contacting lightly, but trying not to become distracted enough with it not to hear the next order.

Dominkive lowered his hands, breathing heavily. He looked up at the clock on the wall and noticed it was time to dismiss class. "It's time for you to leave for now. We shall resume shortly."

OOC: I just found a site that has lectures on the force. It will give me a few ideas.

Sem decided to walk for once, and slowly made her way through the crowd of students as they left.

{Idiot...} Thought Sem.

Merco glanced at him wondering why everything had been so brief that day. He merely shrugged to himself and began to walk off, still working on keeping in contact with the Force.