Darth Sauron

The unexpected attack had brought out Darh Sauron from his personal study. Out of his chambers he met Achzet outside asking what they should do. Even as Sauron addressed his apprentice, he could feel the outside events already taking place. "Do what you can to serve the Sith. Regardless if you don't have a lightsaber, you know how to fight. At the very least fight the troops if they ever actually land." Sauron said then walked away. From a high point on the temple exterior wall, Sauron sat deep in the Force. Regardless of the crude weapons used by either side, he knew the Force would be the most powerful weapon yet. While having little influence over the mental side of the Force, Sauron had developed his talents in the physical realm. With such skill came the ability to manipulate the natural storms on the planet. With work, soon the storms grew in intensity, providing a much harder barrier to penatrate for the enemy attackers....

Darth Sauron made no sign towards Achzet's reply, "Good. Now get out of my sight. We are done for today." The fact that his apprentice was having trouble being correct the first time ment that Sauron would have to alter the "lesson plan". In time his weapon would be sharpened to a fine point, but for now constant heat and force would be needed. In time....

Achzet's swift attacks were met by Sauron's grasp of the Force. With ease the Sith Master lifted his apprentice into the air, leaving Achzet's attacks mere swings like a baby. Slowly Sauron began to increase the pressure on Achzet's own body as he stepped to his face. Soon the crack of skin and bones slowly crept up as Sauron spoke. "I told you to defend against my two seperate attacks to show how much you have learned. Have you lost the ability to count? I only attacked once. Did I ever instruct you to attack or counter attack?" He asked as the pressure in the Force increased....

Achzet's swift attacks were met by Sauron's grasp of the Force. With ease the Sith Master lifted his apprentice into the air, leaving Achzet's attacks mere swings like a baby. Slowly Sauron began to increase the pressure on Achzet's own body as he stepped to his face. Soon the crack of skin and bones slowly crept up as Sauron spoke. "Did I instruct you to attack?" He asked....

The swipe was met dead on with Sauron's own strength. While not continuing the battle, the sith instead merely paused and gazed at his apprentice, "What that meeting me with your own strength... or not?"

"Good, now prove it to me. Show me your strength in the first one, and hide it in the second one." Sauron said. Not waiting for an acknowledgement, the Sith Master punched straight at Achzet's solar plexus for the first time....

The added strength and speed would merely work against Achzet this time. Such things were useless unless they met resistence in the form of a block or a punch that presented the power of the opposite opponent. When redirected and guided however, they worked against the sender. Instead of feeling the strength of Sauron's block, or the impact of a successful hit, Achzet found himself following the direction of the attack. Rather quickly, the apprentice became unstable and went to the ground. All this was done by Sauron's skill. A simple side step out of the way of the attack, and a pull in the direction of the attack had caused all this. Before the apprentice could get up, Sauron placed a finger on the same nerve point as before and slowly pressed down to prevent Achzet from reacting. "By now you should see the effects of my teachings. When you felt my power and strength through a block, I only could stop your attack and either wait for an other or counter attack. Now though, by not even letting you feel my true strength and power, you are in the position of death should I choose. Clear?"

Obviously Achzet's swipes would do no good. The lesson of this wasn't how to defeat his master, but to see how his master fought back. Two simple blocks stopped the weapon's in their tracks, Sauron obviously relying on his own strength to stop them. "As you can see, you felt my strength in my blocks." "Attack again"

"Good, now then come into the ring." Sauron said as he himself stepped to the center of the room. "It seems you need a lesson in just what I'm trying to teach you. Attack me." Sauron commanded.

When Achzet was finally done stabbing the last servant, a swift and seering pain rushed over his open arm wound. Piercing down on a nerve located right on the bottom of the wrist, Sauron forced his apprentice down to his knees. With his free hand, the Sith Master slowly began to rip more and more at the open flesh. With little effort through his control with Achzet's pain, Sauron led his apprentice over the mutalated corpse of the final servant, "You did everything wrong in that battle. You abandoned my teachings, went off on your own quest of domance, and failed. This is what the weak do." Sauron said as he forced Achzet's head to mere inches from the body, "They butcher those that oppose them. They feed their egos by displaying how much they actually can kill. They grow blind by their own hate and power." In a simple yet sharp pull, Sauron forced Achzet back up to his knees and with a twist of Achzet's wounded arm, disconnected it out of the socket, "No apprentice of mine will be weak. You waste energy by commiting brutally killing your opponents. You show those that survive how much strength and power you have. You allow them the chance to judge and adapt to you, so they can overcome you. The Sith didn't survive for thousands of years by shouting from the hill tops of their power, they waited and struck at a single point in time, causing the entire Jedi Order to fall. I will not see useless jabbing, jumping, crucifying, or anything else of that sort. I teach you to strike with precision, swiftness and efficency." Even though disconnected now, the nerve connections still allowed Sauron to force Achzet up to his feet through the nerve point and growing open flesh wound. By now, much of Achzet's skin on his arm was merely hanging off. "You gave into your anger, you let in control you. Against the weaker, you can survive such an act. But if you go up against someone skilled enough, your anger will be your downfall if it is in control. You will learn to control your emotions. Use them to fuel you, but keep them in control." With a swift and simple push on the solar plexus, Achzet was pushed over on the ground with Sauron now standing directly above. "Is all this understood?"

Stepping to the side of the arena, Sauron motioned to Achzet to take to the center. "Now it is your turn. Your task is rather simple: don't let them feel your power until the very end and most importantly, survive." With that eight more servants took to their feet with weapons in hand. From Achzet's four sides four of them thrusted in with their swords....

Pointing to several lightsaber weilding servants, Sauron positioned himself in the center of the room while the others surrounded him. It could be felt even with out the Force the hatred some of these slave servants felt towards the Sith Master. The very change to gang up on one and win their freedom was too important to pass up. Still though, they waited for his signal for their chance to begin. "Conflict is your worst enemy. Far more dangerous than any Jedi, conflict itself relies on the strongest to win. If you take a boxing match, the quickest and strongest will always win the conflict. Take a lightsaber lock, and the one with the most strength will slice through their opponent. Take a situation of one vs. many, and if you allow the conflict they present to you to bat you down, you will die." Sauron said. With a single motion, the ten attacking servants moved in for the kill. Sauron being a single individual, his mass only allowed at most four to attack at a single time. As the first four moved in in unison, Sauron calmly stepped out of the center of the group attack. What remained was clashing lightsabers and a few severed limbs. The two unhurt attackers, along with a new one quickly moved on Sauron. "I could waste alot of energy confronting these people with the same resistance as they put up. Some Sith would even opt to spend their energys almost crucifying them. Myself and any apprentice of mine has no need to waste energy." Sauron as two of the attackers thrusted into him from opposite sides. Once again with a single step, Sauron was out of the path of the thrusts allowing them to slide right into the opposite now dead attackers. With only six attackers remaining, four of them had grouped together to send a series of quick strikes aimed for Sauron's various limbs. The first attack was met with Sauron merely using the attacker's own momentum to toss him into an other servant; their sabers cleaved each other in two. The final four all managed to attack in unison. Picking one attack, Sauron moved out of the way of the overhead strike and once again tossed the attacker into the middle of the other attacks. With him being killed, and the other three maimed, it left five dead and five severely injured. "A true Sith in my opinion has no use for large acts of power and strength. True action and results require hidden power and hidden strength." Sauron continued as he merely walked around the mat. Walking behind two of the injured in close distance, Sauron placed his hands on each of their necks and squeezed down on specific nerves. Going limp, the two injured fell on each other dead. "Some might spare these injured to use in experiments, or to put on display for all to see as proof of their own abilities." He said as he grasped the head of one servant. With a quick twist, the injured was dead as well. "However such an act requires time and energy, that is merely wasted to satisfy their own ego." Sauron finished as he reached into the force and crushed the throats of the final two injured. "Any questions?"

Not returning the bow, Sauron got up and motioned for his apprentice to follow him out of the chambers, "It's time we begin sharpening my new weapon." He led Achzet into a large training room surrounded by Sith servants. Various weapons hung on the poorly lit wall as well. Absent was the training mats found in most training areas. Sith knew that the cold hard ground could teach many lessons. Instead of the mats, bare dirt and rocks filled the ground, providing an unstable ground to fight on. "It is time you learn the old combat arts of the Sith. Over the years many styles have formed, reflecting different beliefs in combat. From this point on, you would be doing the right thing in forgetting everything you know about fighting." Sauron offered as a rare piece of advice. With a motion, a servant rushed to stand infront of Sauron with a metal knife in hand, "You will rarely find a style of pure defense in the Sith arts. Instead, most use the aggressive nature the Sith are known for to dominate their opponents." Sauron said as the servant struck out with the blade. With a simple block against the armed hand of the servant, Sauron reached forward and punched the servant square in the face. The impact was so severe that the servant didn't get up. As other servants carried the body away, a new servant took the place, "As you can see, my power and strength were obvious when he attacked. I managed to stop his attack, then kill him with a single strike. For many, this would cause enough fear that I would go unchallenged. For our enemies however, their courage is persistant. Instead, I hide my strength until it is too late for them." With the same thrust of the knife, the servant struck out. This time however, with blazing speed Sauron sidestepped to let the attack pass. With an extended arm, Sauron caught the passing servant's neck and with a small squeeze on the vein, dropped the attacker to the ground in death. The result was the same, but Sauron had no use for such displays of strength. The servant never knew what the Sith Master was truly capable of. "The Sith survived for thousands of years in hiding. When they struck, the entire Jedi Order was crushed and scattered. A single strike is enough to eliminate your opponent, and when you hide your power and strength until the last minute... you exist on an other level entirely...."

Yet, Achzet got no instruction for the site. His part in Sauron's plans for the site was over. Instead, something more was to become of Achzet. Back in his chambers, Sauron motioned for Achzet to join him on the ground. Taking out a book from one of his grand shelves, the Sith Master brought it to a nearby table. "You young one are through being a slave. While the past few weeks may have seemed to be your entire career as a slave, the truth is you have been one your entire life. The galaxy as you know it has treated you as the slave you are. They step on you, curse you, spit on you, and cast you away. Over the past few weeks however, you have become more to me than a mere slave. You are now the beginnings of a weapon." Sauron began. With the Force, Sauron lifted an old traditional Sith sword from a mantel and placed it into his hands, "The Sith have many customs when it comes to our weapons. For me, a blade is an extension of the body. It is something to pour your own energies into. You have become like this blade. Right now, you are dull. There are many impurities in you. Yet over the weeks, I have spent pounding you into the shape of this blade. Your body is now stronger than most from work. Your mind is a clean slate. And you answer to me. Now it is the time to start sharpening you, to become a single edges point like this sword." Putting the sword back, Sauron stood up, "You are now my apprentice...."

At Achzet's arrival, Sauron could feel the results of his efforts through the Force. "Very well." He said, "I will let you rest for a few hours. I'll have more work for you after that." Taking a speeder, Sauron went to the location of his future site now clear of trees. Soon he began to plot out exactly the construction he wanted on the site....