NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Here's the sign up thread http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=577331

IC:


In a deep crater on the surface of Serpindal, was a massive Fortress. The Fortress was a Sith facillity, no it was a Sith Academy. The Sith Praxeum was in place to bring about the newcoming of the Sith Empire, and there to get it started was the Sith Lord.

"Master can we please begin my training or at least go somewhere. I want to kill something," said Varskov, his eyes red with pure aggresiveness and blood lust. He had been here for a few days and already mastered most of the force basics. Varskov had an unnatural talent in the dark side of the force and he was capable of moving things several thousand times his own weight for almost a minute. He found using light sabers was a difficulty he could not surpass in mere hours. It was not that he was good but it was the fact that with 4 arms he couldn't coordinate well. He had already skinned his bottom right arm and almost caught off his left bottom arm.


What he lacked in light saber skills he most certainly made up in force using skill. He was already capable of using force drain on the small weeds that grew around the fortress. He was also doing well in sith alchemy. Perhaps more disturbing than anyhting though was his ability to use force pull to create tremors in the ground that could swallow a person up to their heads. It would only be a short while before he could cause Earth quakes. He had almost killed another student when he opened a pit and used force drain at the same time. However he had problems of his own that made his force capabilities useless. He often went into a blood craze where he would simply use all his anger in a display of ferociousness that would leave him open to an easy kill. Though at most times he was as calm and emotionless as a rock but when in battle he was always sarcastic and taunted his enemies.

"Yousa--" Darth Smite paused himself, gathering himself again. He would never return to that lifestyle. The Gungan drew its thin saber, opening it with the characteristic snap-hiss. "You have yet to master even the basics of lightsaber combat, Apprentice," he said carefully, picking his words lest his anger cause him to speak like an ignorant commoner again. "While your Force ability is great, even the lowest of the Sith Apprentices can crush you in combat. The Force, contrary to what you may wish to believe, is only part of the battle."

Flourishing his lightsaber as he slipped into the opening stance of Form IV, legs spread slightly apart and blade held vertical in both hands. "Now, Apprentice," Smite said commandingly, "Attack me. And do not injure yourself, because I do not think I will heal you this time if it happens."

"With pleasure," he said rushing towards Smite. He was using Form VII, the way of the Vornskr. His body released its full potential as he took on his ferocious and unpredictable attacks. He would often change which hands he had lightsabers in.

While his grace would have been better suited to Form II, Smite preferred the speed and aggression associated with Form IV. It wasn't designed for defense, and indeed, the Sith Lord depended on dodging his Apprentice's attacks more than truly blocking them. Every so often, though, Smite was forced to use his slender lightsaber to knock aside an attack, but more often than not, these were the sloppy ends of long hand-changing combinations that Varskov thought would be able to defeat a master of lightsaber combat.

Form VII was even less defensible than IV, and Smite took advantage of this, sliding himself in close for strikes at his Apprentice's body, rather than settling with the typical "meet your opponent's lightsaber attack, repel, attack, be repelled, block..."

Varskov saw this and immediately used force push to dodge. He began to spin his two glistening red sabers. Using his bottom hands to juggle the sabers was a deadly risk but to Varskov it was all in the fun of the kill. "Master, when do I get to kill some Jedi. I would enjoy ripping a padawan to pieces," he said laughing.

He had inherited one of the most twisted minds in the Sith. His father had killed hundreds of Jedi and had been known across the galaxy for his blood lust that was why some of the most powerful jedi had banded together to kill his father. His origins were kept secret from him by the sith. Varskov spat before attacking again this time with a striking blow and a kick both at the same time.

Shaking his head woefully at the poor attempt, Smite stepped inside Varskov's kick while applying force with his lightsaber at the Apprentice's attacking blade. It went flying, and even as it did so, Smite whirled around and placed his lightsaber at the 4-armed student's neck. The apprentice still had a lightsaber, but the game was won.

"Yousa will not be killing any Padawans, Apprentice," Smite said flatly, "Till yousa can show muy more skill with a lightsaber." Force Pushing the Apprentice aside casually, Smite 'sheathed' his lightsaber. "For now, though... I will consider your request."

"Fine master," he grunted before going back to practice with his sabers. Afterwards he sat down and meditated. He was learning as his mind adapted to what it learned. Varskov thought to himself,"43.4 seconds into the battle Master left himself open for .2 seconds. That would have been just enough time to kick his arm. However he would have had .13 seconds to react. To win I must close that gap to about .08 seconds so that he will have no chance to react."

Yoda along with Dooku

OOC: Let's please try and refrain from refrences to Star Wars characters and events. Remember we're in the SW Galaxy and using SW tech but the actual Star Wars characters were never around. Thanks

(FIne most powerful jedis ever killed him)

OOC: That works, thanks :)

(bump)

(OOC) I want the other Sith student to do an intro...

(LOLZ. I'm bored can we journey to some other planet or something. )

( the sith lord demands a bump)

Sorry... I've lost interest :(

Feel free to RP Smite as you think he would be, though...

( Ahh don't be like that...do you have an MSN. I have an idea that might get you interested.)

The Gungan lifted his hand, and the apprentice began to lift off of the ground, disrupted from his meditation. He circled him around so that he could face the hooded gungan. He began to close a tight grip on his hand.

"Now, howza yousa gunna gets outta dees wun, hmmm?"

Varskov smiled,"Master, I've found my new favorite attack." His bottom 2 hands flexed so that his hands imitated blaster pistols. He began to bend his middle finger like he was pulling a trigger.

The rocks under Varskov began to shoot at the gungan. In moments Varskov flipped the rocks under the gungan opening a gap in the ground.

The gungan flipped up his lightsaber and deflected the rocks. He dropped the Apprentice.

"Not bad, not bad at als. yousa seems to beesa learning. Iza haza new test for you."

"Please master, Please can we go off world. I want to go to Roon and kill something and find some treasure. PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!" Varskov said excited. His face showed of pure blood lust.

"I haza better ideas."

The two of them hop in a small shuttle and zip to the other side of Sernpindal. As the two begin stepping out of the shuttle, they find that there's a huge canyon below them.

"BYE" the Gungan said smiling as he Force Puches the Apprentice down the canyon. At the bottom, if he lived, would be 4 Rancors. His job, to destroy all 4. And then return to the Academy. But this was for him to figure out. And to make things worse the poor Apprentice seemed to have lost his lightsaber, as it lay on the ramp to the shuttle.

(You taking over the rancor)
"Dammit master," he said as he fell. Using force push he slowed himself down and ripped open the ground under him allowing him a few more feet to slow down. Immediately the Rancors came out roaring.

"AWWW THIS IS GOING TO BE FUN," he said getting outside of the hole. His bloodlust was almost indomitable as he used force pull opening a hole under one rancor and then using force push to crush it causing blood to spray.

The other 3 rancors charged at him. Varskov used the force and scraped a large boulder into an almost blade which he used to cut the rancor in half with.

OOC: edit your post please, and feel free to RP the Rancors, You dropped your saber(s), and do you have AIM?

(Nope just an MSN.)

OOC: oh, drat. And make it a little harder on yourself to kill the rancors, even the most experienced force users struggle with them.

(I'll make the last two really hard)

Varskov did a flip backwards and one of the rancors fist slammed into where he had just been. Varskov bottom hands flexed into the shape of blasters and began to fire at the rancors. Several rocks hit the two remaining rancor who groaned as Varskov merely peppered them with pebbles.

"Well that could have gone better," he said as one of the rancors threw a rock at him. Varskov opened the ground under him as he narrowly escaped being cleaved by the giant boulder the Rancor had thrown.

Both rancors approached slowly taking their time that gave Varskov some time to catch his breath. He began to pull on the canyon walls which slowly gave way. Finally the Rancor were over him and he had to leave his position.

He smiled as he fired a rock which gouged out one of the rancors eyes. The Rancor growled in pain. Varskov's smile was quickly lost as he was not quick enough and the rancor grabbed one of his bottom arms.

Varskov hollared in pain as it broke the arm leaving him short one arm. Varskovs face began to shake uncontrollably as he went into a rage that could be felt even on the other side of the planet.

His other bottom hand trembled as he used force crush(NEW MOVE LEARNED YAY) on the rancors arm crushing it into a bleeding sack. He then rushed foward and used force push on himself to hit the rancor between his eyes. The rancor went down roaring in pain.

Varskov was about to finish the rancor off but its buddy grabbed Varskov and began to crush him as it roared in his face. Varskov's body went limp as the rancor began to shake him and slammed Varskov against several rocks before throwing him towards a spiked cliff.

Varskov went into deep meditation. His smile redeveloped he was flung towards the spikes. He used force push against them to slow himself down before pulling the spiked rocks.

He concentrated all his energy and launched the spiked rocks like giant bullets. One impaled the rancor through the head and held him against the canyon walls.

The other rancor finally recovering from his crushed arm slapped Varskov against the canyon wall as well. Varskov literally slid down the wall leaving a trail of his blood. The last remaining rancor roared in delight as he had killed the menace.

He never had time to actually finish his roar as Varskov used force crush on its heart, throat, and brain. Before going into a meditative state to allow his body to heal.

(Basically my guy has a few broken ribs, his lower left hand is crushed but it will survive, he has a punctured lung, and he has a sprained ankle[left]. His left knee is also cracked in several places.)

OOC: Now you must RP your return to the academy.

(Yeah okay how far is it?)

OOC: Merely across the planet, see if you can hitch a ride some how. Just get there one way or another, make it realistic, and good

(Aww man. Journeying without a light saber or food...just great)

OOC: All apart of the test, return alive and we'll go from there. Your hurt, no weaponry other than the Force, and probably starving. Good Luck, remember Sernpindal isn't very hospitable either. Kind of barren...good luck ;)

(fine I'll get the post done soon.)

OOC: That's fine

*Force teleports to academy*
"I'm back master..LOLZ

JK

OOC: lol good luck with that, at this point your probably too tired to wipe your own ass ;)

(Yeah, thats the point I want to get involved on Roon. Instead of this. I'm sort of between a rock and a hard place. I'm bored!!!)

OOC: the whole point of an academy thread was to have the students learn, your to handle missions and assignments delegated to you by your master, if you wanted to do that then you should have signed up to be a master, Apprentices or padawans don't just go off roaming and doing what they please, or screw around with people on Roon, unless instructed to. Sorry your not Galen Marek and I'm not Darth Vader so your not going on any Jedi slaying missions, yet at least.The whole RP went down hill because no one who signed up took it very seriously.

(Well to do this there is little player to player interaction which is no fun at all)

OOC: yes there is, I sent you on a mission and you, instead of RPing a good battle, nixed one Rancor in like 3 seconds, then wasted the next two. Ok fine you struggled with the last two, fair enoguh. Now RP yourself back to the academy and I can put you through more training. Your not luke Skywalker I don't toss a droid at you and a helmet then your done. On average you receive training from like age 6 to like 25. Now understandably I wouldn't be training you that long. I want you to come back and I could make you fight another student. Then square off against me. Maybe I send you on a mission to quel an uprising. Then you face a Jedi or something, who knows? Point is RP this thing like your serious about it. There is player interaction if you get there. Just jump through the hoops your a student not a damn bounty hunter. Geez, you didn't take this thing seriously and neither did anyon else, and its a damn shame.

(I'm taking this seriously I'm just saying I like player interaction.)

OOC: Well then RP a return to the Academy and we can continue. We can get to Roon or somewhere else, there are just steps in between. Right now your Player Interaction is with me, the evil Gungan ;), now head on back and we can get this thing going again.

(Fine, I'll start righting a post in about half an hour)

OOC: OK, thank you

(I assume my guy at least has a knife and a piece of flint right? He is from a sort of tribal region so I think he would carry those around.)

OOC: Meh, I'm sure you wouldn't really need fire. Don't forget you are still a Sith Apprentice. Force Jump out of the crater and sense around for civilization.

( Well I want to cook some rancor meat!!)

OOC: Heh, sure do that, but start it using something else. Lol flint and a knife seems a little more like Medevial compared to Star Wars, use the force to smack rocks together or wood or something.

(Ewoks used bows and arrows)

OOC: Ewoks weren't even Sentient species, lol, I hope your not an Ewok ;).

(Well still I want a knife. I want to be like that crazy robot from futurama. Pyscho bot or something)

OOC: Heh, futrama lol, ok if you must go ahead, cook up a rancor with a knife and be happy, just make it back alive, well unless you wanna die

(Nope I want to LIVE. LIVE I TELL YOU.)

Varskov stumbled over to one of the rancors and taking out his knife he began to cut the meat from it. The knife penetrated the skin and he began to pull the meat out. He grabbed some dead grass and a piece of flint and rubbed the flint against the knife causing it to spark.

The grass caught fire and he began to cook the meat. Coughing up some blood he took off his robe and began to tend to his wounds. He was not very good at this but he began to force pull his cuts back together. Somehow they began to heal. Varskov looked at it in amazement. (NEW SKILL LEARNED)

He tried again but he couldn't do it. After almost 20 minutes of frustration he simply gave up on it for now. The smell of meat cooking was to enticing to keep practicing. He smelled it and licked it. It didn't taste bad but it certainly wasn't anything you would be selling at a fancy restaurant.

He went back to trying to force heal himself. He pulled a broken bone back together and tried to mend it. It was a crappy job but at least he wouldn't need splits. He was wiped out and slept between the rancors body and arms, after making sure it was dead of course by force crushing its head and stabbing it in the eyes.

He would make his way to the temple in the morning.

Darth Smite rested in the Academy, he wondered if his Apprentice had bit the dust.

"Weesa see, Weesa see."

In the morning Varskov, skinned the rancor to make a leather bag and a coat. He used the skin to hold some of the meat for later. Back on his planet he knew that it could be many days before you could find something edible.

He took as much meat as he could carry without slowing him down to much. He also used force pull to bring a bone out from the rancor to use as a walking stick/spear. He now set off for the temple. It would be a long walk.


(Set up some obstacles or something please)

OOC: set them up for yourself, RP them. Try to hitch a ride and that becomes a problem. Encounter other animals. Find vigilantes. Get lost, you can do anything just RP it yourself in a long Post. This is up to you enjoy it while you have the chance

(fine I'll get a post in probably tomorrow if not monday. I have a lot of homework.)

OOC: thats fine