Orik Bendan

((Ignore this post)) Orik nodded.

Orik turned, the Kel Dor at last smilling underneath the oxygen mask which was firmly implanted on his face. The man had seen much battle, and had faced even the pains of death at the hands of a bounty hunter. However, in one fell swoop all failures faded to oblivion as the bounty hunter had one extremely successful mission. "Kneel." Orik took his sword, stained with the flesh of many, and laid its crimson flat upon the shoulders of the man. "Rise, Darth Asperous."

((Late at night, excuse the crappy post)) Orik flipped upward from the ground after the maneuver. It was evident that the man had even more tricks up his sleeve than could be expected, especially for one of his relative freshness. No doubt this man could take and inflict pain, the marks of his comfort with his weapon showing through his style. This act alone proved he could handle himself in a battle, for not many could even touch a sith lord such as himself”¦ he certainly couldn't touch a jedi knight the first time he met one. No”¦ that was different”¦ The Kel Dor walked over to the man in a non-combative style, sheathing his weapons to free up his hands for the clapping he was displaying. Such applause was most likely unexpected, yet it was deserved by the man who had just surmounted all expectation and proven himself to Orik. ”

The exuberant air flew about the two with each of the sleek movements executed forcing waves to slap against their skin, fanning their heated flesh as it began to escalate into a more difficult workout each second. There was a balance found in the man's form, poised as an elegant coinsure of warfare and yet violent as a thrashing beast. Past experience with the blade was evident in the man's style, falling into Makashi as though it were engrained into his movement patterns from birth”¦ it seemed to feel natural to the apprentice as all things meant to be should. With the experimental maneuver executed by the human, clapping his heels against the walls and then propelling himself in a rapid maneuver, Orik saw the inventive creativity which separated the worthy from the damned. Though the sith lord's golden blade crossed over in a quick burst of speed to meet the saber and deflect it, the only reason he was able to do such was his own mastery in the art of battle combined with the unrefined posture of the one he sought to teach. Bringing the blades to a dead lock, pitting strength against strength, the Kel Dor began to shed a bit of insight into what was lacking. ”

Orik observed the human with his assiduous eyes eternally masked by the covering of his goggles, yet somehow the fires of his crimson spheres penetrated the physical obstruction preventing their unaltered gaze and further more bore themselves into the young man. There was an alteration”¦ a mark upon this being's essence as though a scar cascaded down his soul, festering and seething with power and a craving for some form of pleasure”¦ perhaps reminiscent of what the Kel Dor had experienced in the presence of a sith seductress so long ago in the Last Call”¦ Hmm”¦ yes”¦ this one is worthy. Orik's hand fell to his saber hilt at the ending of the man's abrupt comments, a thickening aura of insidious nature swirling around him to further confirm the notion of his power and dominion over the dark side. Lately, through the man's attunement to the harsh cold of Selvaris, not physically yet more of a wound left by the flame of battle, the dark side seemed abnormally near to him”¦ closer”¦ as if the two were one entity acting fully in unison of an accord never before demonstrated. When his lips spoke, the voice of darkness bled from his tongue. When he acted with his weapons, a sinister grip held tight to his motions and controlled his every move. Now, as he cast judgment upon this individual, it became evident that it wasn't Lord Bendan who made the decision: it was the dark side. The other hand flew quickly to his back, once again feeling the familiar grip of the handle within his palm as his fingers wrapped solidly around the weapon. Throughout the mind of this man lay many different experiences, even an aforementioned trace of death”¦ yet within it lay a somewhat lacking factor which the sith lord believed was absolutely necessary for one to become a sith: blood. ”

The Magnaguards had proved themselves to be expedient learners, their capacious databanks logging away all possibly attainable information within an instant. Thus was the difference between a droid and the simplistic mind of a human, one allowed to maintain so many flaws yet still held a higher position in the galaxy due to the galaxy's cruel disposition toward the droids, not allowing more than a few of them to reach any superior intellect that they might hold dominion over themselves rather their sentient masters. For this, Orik was glad. Yet now there was a distant presence, like a rumble shaking the languor set in about he force that had rested in a thick visage over the facility, saving the duel between his apprentice and some obscure bounty hunter whose ego stretched through the force as a towering sky-scraper which cast a large shadow upon all others... yet for this point it was merely an egomaniacal delusion forged by unfounded confidence in himself. If the man managed to best Slicer, which seemed an impossibility almost, then Orik would have him dealt with in due fashion, yet until then he was far from a threat. No”¦ I am feeling the arrival of a sith”¦ Orik instructed his four select Magnaguards, the ones which had received far more individual training than the others, to continue sparring against their various counterparts while he tended other matters. It would be a rather simple task to locate the sith apprentice, who most likely had the sense to not approach a sith lord such as himself. Thankfully that would show that this one wasn't an illogical, blundering imbecile among the giants of the sith and indeed gave Orik a bit more hope that his intentions would prove worthy. However, upon approaching the man, the stench of ignorance protruded his prejudicial aura”¦ yes”¦ that was certain. The Dark Side had gifted the Kel Dor with a few different distinctive talents: speed and strength far beyond his already impressive figure, effective telekinesis beyond the grasp of most, and chief of which a nearly unparalleled control of the mind. Through the aforementioned talent, such information was easily drawn from the beings mind as venom sucked easily from a wound. A boisterous voice, subtly manipulated by the auditory distortions of Orik's oxygen mask, resonated throughout the area where the apprentice waited. ”

((Okay... I guess I'll be backposting a bit what Orik has been doing this whole time...)) The yellow blade maneuvered through the Magnaguard's hand in a somewhat graceful manner, yet tempered by the robotic nature of its limbs that disallowed any true fluidity like the type Orik could achieve. With increasing intensity, the golden beam struck time and time against the defending sith lord's sword, finding itself clashing against a sea of sparks and to no true avail at that either. The movements of the sith were too quick, too agile for the droid to keep up with. They are improving though”¦ While his apprentice had left him, he had decided to train these four droids to full capacity so that they might be competent for him. It had actually turned to the point where he had been provided hundreds of bamboo sticks and all of the Magnaguards were able to start their training. He'd done rather well with them, finding that they took to form I with the mechanical efficiency which was always expected. Much more pleasurable was the fact that they were able to learn the techniques with an ever patient mind, content to stay studying the same form for hours on end. After this initial training, Orik had split the droids up into three groups. 20 of them were given bamboo poles twice as long to simulate double bladed lightsabers, 20 of them given two different regular bamboo sticks to simulate duel wielding. The others were being trained in the singular art of holding just one lightsaber. He'd trained one from each group extensively in the art of battle, to the point where they had nearly mastered the art by themselves. They were then dispatched to go teach their groups, with Orik aiding them being that he was a far better teacher for the fact he had known lightsaber combat for longer than the droids. It was really quite funny how many of them took to it when he gave them personal instruction while the others that didn't receive such individual focus were progressing considerably slower. Expected I'd suppose”¦ The Kel Dor had now actually given one of the droids his own lightsaber to use in a bit of a demonstration spar, the one who had the most improvement in the art. Coincidentally, it had also been the same one that had been repaired from the blaster wound it received at the hands of Orik's own weapon. This droid was quite skilled with the singular blade and found itself accustomed to it quite quickly. Soon the droids were doing very nicely in their different arts, and would've only progressed further had they ALL been given real lightsabers. Orik lent his saber around and alternated its possession between three of the four he had selected to take, minus the one who had been taught to wield the longer bamboo staff due to the fact he didn't want to confuse his training in the least bit. After all, the droid wouldn't want to become too used to the smaller hilt and the fact that there was only one blade to find that Orik desired him to forget all that knowledge and take up instead a different sort of weapon to vary his selective tastes in droids. Now he continued, pressing on with the training with an intense fervor so that as many of them as possible could be trained.

The man believed he was ready for more difficult, rigorous stances. In deed he was, yet now he would be forced to learn a lesson that would be incredibly pricely if he so chose to fail it. It could even cost him a large amount of injury and, if not perhaps for his armor, death. The saber in Orik's hand found itself idle as the hum left the environment and creeped back into a dormant lull. Slicer... think fast or you shall perish. The message slipped into his mind and made itself known with a sound voice that ressonated throughout the Imperial's mind in a pulsating tone, fading in and out in an echo like effect as the sith lord produced two small objects that he held by handles. They were very familiar to the many who had seen Jango Fett and the many who held Westar blaster pistols for their advanced properties, and now Slicer found himself staring into them as the barrel made itself apparent. Violent bursts of red energy emerged from the tips of the blaster pistols, hurling themselves toward the man with a unrivaled viciousness that sought to down the man. Of course, it was a derivation of the old method on how to teach a child to swim. You would hurl him into a body of water and save him if he is about to drown, otherwise forcing him to teach himself. Only there would be no salvation for Slicer, and he was all on his own in this task. Don't dissapoint.

((Ignore this.))

((As you might be able to tell, I posted with the wrong account, but oh well)) Orik continued to practice his exercises, not letting up the intensity for a second. It was far more simple to him than many other forms, for it was the basis from which all others originated. The importances of such a form was greatly underestimated by many of the more impatient sith, yet nothing would progress without it. After this you will use your work to block blaster bolts. Continue until you believe that you are prepared.

The comment was one that was laced with a tone of ignorance to the key factor in becoming a sith of tremendous power: a small measure of patience. Without such, one would let the basics fall to the wind and never truly master anything, becoming tyrant of nothing but the sands. No truly powerful being was impatient to the point where it proved to be a fault, and hopefully this would not be Slicer's undoing. Of course, being a warrior, Orik would've hoped that he would have thought about the fact that everyone had to start small before they reached the lengths of a jedi or a sith. The fluid movements cut with humming through the air in thin horizontal slices, becoming ever quicker while the orange, alien extremities wrapped themselves in an even more tightened grip around the metallic cylinder, decreasing the power of the saber so that the blade was sent to the point where it would do virtually no damage at all to anyone. If this man wasn't appreciative of the basics, perhaps it would take a little something more to hook his interested. Form IV is the most acrobatic and impressive visually, so perhaps that would be the form that I should show him in this bit of a demonstration. The Kel Dor suddenly threw in numerous different angled slices and spun the hilt lightly between his fingers, the beam dancing and spinning furiously as the left hand force pulled all of the mechanical abominations toward him with the mere alterance of the force. They came crashing down on him as though he were a magnet of some sorts, their metal crashing upon him with increasing velocity as they flew towar the sith lord, standing without fear of them in anticipation. With a sudden leap, his right foot met the face of one of the droids as the blade followed him, making a trail of lighta cross the being's chest as he started to flip off of the body with an inhuman amount of skill and finesse that was only talked about, yet rarely beheld. The flip's momentum gave him time to also incorporate a spin, and the lightsaber's motions followed the twisting and rotation of his body so that when Orik was above all of the droids, he took them all out with one slice that seemed to circumnavigate the outline of an invisible ring of ebullient fire, leaving in it's wake what easily could've been the shattered chests of all the IG-100 Magnaguards. Orik's feet touched down on the hard metal floor, body crouching slightly from the impact and resting with his blade facing outward from his side while his arm was fully extended in a pose that seemed to come out of a work of art. In reality, what he had just demonstrated was a work of art in and of itself, even if the droids still operated perfectly when this entire charade was done. "Yes, the element of surprise helped, but you see how that horizontal swipe I made in the air turned into a swing that cut through them all? Such is the nature of Form I. It is the foundation for the other forms, and traces of it are found in the forms you spoke of that the jedi use." The saber once again continued the regular horizontal motions, letting the darkside possess his arms and wrist as he did many swings that cut through the air and were designed to be done even by the small younglings that learned such a form in the days of old. Such was easy for him, yet Slicer was picking it up quite well too given the fact that he had been used to a weight at the end of his weapons so that he would be able to use his momentum and power in the swings, when with a saber most of the things were done with the simple flick of a wrist.

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Orik gazed at the creation of his apprentice, who had devoted much time into the making of this item and the intricacies of it reflected the dedication and effort that went into constructing the weapon so that it fit the personality of Nadus Slicer and reflected his walk with the dark side, and a beauty of a saber it was. It was much like the saber of Lord Maultros, Orik's former apprentice, in many different ways. It was a double lightsaber that could separate into two different lightsabers, giving the ability for the user to enjoy a certain amount of flexibility with the use of the saber and gave many different ways to strike down an opponent, which was really the only reason that such a deadly force would be constructed in the first place, especially by a sith who dedicated his life to the pain and agony of others. How I miss my first saber”¦ The beams activated to a red and blue light, the crimson protruding from one side accompanied by the azure trace that outlined the blade of the opposite face of light. The beauty of it was enough to spread a small smile across the wicked face of the Kel Dor, not that anyone could see it, yet still it was a smile. The blades' hum were then cut off from the air as the sound was sucked from their ears and placed back in the hilt as the blades crept back into the cylinder. The work was a true representation of the resourcefulness that the man held with him, and it was undoubtedly a great way to show exactly who Nadus Slicer was to the rest of the galaxy who would soon fear his name, the same way the feared the name of every sith lord and master that roamed the planets in the name of death and agony. Giving the saber back to the Imperial, he gave a slight smile and thought of how useless the weapon was if one was not instructed in how to use it effectively to dispense immense amounts of pain and death in the most acute and precise ways. Only the instruction of one who was well versed with such weaponry would be able to aid the apprentice now, and fortunately the thing about a master and apprentice pairing that was so beneficial was that it allowed one on one instruction in such things. ”

((Filler post)) Orik paced impatiently, emerging from the state of meditation that he was in and trusted that his apprentice will have recieved the knowledge that was given to him with care. Hopefully the man would use that knowledge and use it to constructe a weapon that could take a life with the greatest of ease. I hope he comes back soon...I hate to be dissapointed. No, that man hadn't failed him yet. Through all the training, he had drawn on some source that hadn't been readily available to Orik during his training and had used it to give himself a much needed boost in the ways of the dark side, giving him the power to complete whatever he was given and the skill to do it with care and efficiency, both were invaluable traits for a sith. In fact, it wasn't too long before Slicer would be able to call himself a sith lord. He was already a force to be reckoned with without the force as his weapon, and now he had just added a precious weapon to his already nearly overflowing arsenal of weaponry. Through the man experiences the man had definatly stumbled upon quite a collection of assorted items that could all be used and serve to bring about death and anguish. His eyes drifted toward his sword, knowing that this sword too had tasted the blood of many and had brought about the death and anguish of even those so might as the jedi knights. Yet it still hungered for more, a thirst for blood that couldn't be quenched by any means int he galaxy. Hopefully it would get the chance soon... Hopefully...

((Sorry. Wrong account.))