Sching Hisa

((OOC: I'm off the board for a week, therefore Jareth gets to control my actions here, the fullest extent of which should be taking me back on the ship when he leaves. If something drastic happens, assume I fled for my life and hid behind a rock or something. No sneaky trying to kill me while I'm gone. Toodles.))

((Agrees with Durandal wholeheartedly)) Sching observed the pre-battle banter in steadfast fascination. This Wookiee, this Jedi being, seemed to exude a form of power which made Sching sick to his stomach. It felt idealistic, naive, and innocent, reminding him entirely too much of the way he had been the first few years of his life. He had come to reject idealism as the crudest form of ignorance, and yet the Jedi displayed the utmost of confidence in his form of power. This puzzled him slightly, but no doubt his own confidence would be his downfall. Sching backed away from the arena of battle a few more feet, waiting for his master to destroy the two Jedi who now challenged him.

Sching took the belt and followed his master onto the planet, attempting to hide his smirk. His master certainly had a good sense of irony. Sching could only ever use one of the blasters at a time, considering that he had only one hand. He wrapped the belt around himself twice and cinched it tightly, making sure that one of the holsters was close to his right side. When he arrived before this great master of darkness, he could not help but be somewhat awed. The power his own master exhibited was beyond his imagination, and yet, Jareth bowed to one greater than himself. What power did this Kakuto Ryu wield? He remained silent, listening closely to the orders Kakuto gave. He could only assume that this temple they planned to take was a necessary move in a tactic for greater power...

Sching spoke passionately. "Never. Death is for the weak and incompetent. And as for moral codes..." Sching smirked. "Idealism does not fit with logic. What you have to teach me could make me more powerful than I could have ever imagined. To trade that for death would be to spit in the face of everything I stand for."

Sching cocked his head to a side and gave an ironic half smile. "Yes- and I can only assume you are asking because I am going to need it." Sching grew solemn. "If I may ask- why do you wish to train me? I am still curious as to why you chose me rather than destroyed me."

Sching awoke with a clearer mind than he had had in days. This strange place carried the same odd familiarity which both disturbed and comforted him. Unable to place it, he chose to rest in the familiarity, with the wisdom of his mentor's last advice ringing in his mind. He exited his room, focusing on the familiarity of his master's presence, and chose to try a tactic he had never attempted before. He followed his hunch. Up one hall and down another, searching rooms, he learned that when one had no previous knowledge, logic was worthless. When one last try at logic dictated him into a dead end, he gave up and gave in to the hunch completely. He opened one of the nondescript doors in the hallway which he had passed up and discovered Jareth there.

"Our physiological makeup is very similar to yours, different only in shape and general appearance. One of the reasons humans were so easy to clone for profit, according to history. But I digress- these amenities will be quite fine. They are more modern and well kept than anything I have had the honor to live in." He looked back at his master respectfully. "Where I used to live, the mutants were either brutal and braindead or somewhat intelligent but handicapped. You must forgive me- I have become used to dealing with people I can outsmart and outclass in any way. Clearly, I have met more than my match today. I look forward to learning from you."

Sching gasped and instantly his hand went for his datapad. It was whole, and he nearly sobbed with relief. He looked up self-consciously and and another wave of logic put the familiar stone faced expression on. He followed his new master. "How do you create illusions like that? This intrigues me to the highest power."

Sching gasped and lay on the floor, now almost entirely paralyzed without his suit to control his gross muscle movement. His mind spun- nowhere to run...his datapad, so safely protected near his torso, destroyed... all of his patents, careful calculations, everything... he was once again at square one, dumped on the floor of the outcast city with not an item to his name, nor a name to be proud of... He dropped his head to the floor and started laughing, a hideous sound of lunacy, a sound which stopped as soon as immediately as it started. Another wave of logic has washed through his mind, clearing everything. He glared at his destroyer and spoke his creed haltingly. "There are three elements... which got me off of that planet." He struggled to roll over to his stomach. "Will. The ability... to continue as long as... I am still alive." He reached a spasmodic arm towards his captor and slammed it to the ground. "Focus!" he screamed in pain and consternation. He dragged his body forward. "The ability to... take that will... and put it into your goals... without straying." He pushed up on the stub of an elbow. "Intelligence. The ability to take your goals..." He pushed to the stubs of his legs, groaning and swaying. "...and make them real." He stumbled forward, catching himself on his arm, and pushed back up at the feet of Jareth, glaring up at his nemesis, his master, the man he respected and hated with every grain of his being. "All these ruled by... logic. And these... you can take from me... only by taking... my life." He bowed before his mentor, humbled and broken. "But you are right, I am lacking... for my life is too easy to take." He looked back up at Jareth intensely. "I want power, power greater than those who took away my right to a simple life. And only you can give me that." He bowed again. "Teach me your ways."

Sching relaxed slightly. Jareth sounded interested. "There was not enough revenue available to me originally to create any more than custom suits which were ordered through my sales client." He smirked ironically. "My few customers, by the way, were all residents of Kamino. I imagine the all the suits aside from this one are rotting with their dead bodies."

Sching glanced around the room, exasperated. "I can not. From the context of our previous conversation, I can only assume that this is not any form of technology, but instead another form of your Force sorcery. I submit that this is your arena of power, and unless you explain to me how it works, you remain the master of it." He rose from the chair, took from his bag a strip of cloth and the diode, and wrapped the end around a leg of his chair, clipping it secure with the diode. "Since the order of the evening seems to be demonstrating each of our own personal powers, though, I will show you what the power of logic, intelligence, and science can produce." The chair rose easily from the ground and danced a lazy spinning dance around the room. "A simple trick, and not anything you would need with power such as you have already showcased. However, I have the patent which would make this power readily available to any mentally advanced being. Perhaps a new form in barter would appeal to you." He waited for Jareth to reappear, an uncharacteristically odd look on his face. His patents were worth more than anything in the world to him, aside from life itself. But he was almost ready to give it up for what he wanted.

Sching put this information away for further analyzation later and acknowledged Jareth's question. "The Force, as it is called, is an energy field created by symbiant organisms residing with in all living cells. This is the farthest scientists have come to explain such phenomena as telekinesis and telepathy exhibited by certain spiritual cults. You may imagine that it is rather difficult for someone such as myself to accept what cannot be explained by logic. However-" He glanced at the place on the floor Jareth had flung him and gave an ironic chuckle. "-logic dictates that whether it is proven by science or not, it works." He leaned in closer to Jareth with some form of excitement and ferventness at the back of his eyes. "The field of psychokinetics has intrigued me for some time. I am curious as to its function. I have even invented a form of synthetic telekinesis based on my studies. It is rather crude, and has certain limitations, but I am improving it."

Sching narrowed his eyes at Jareth from his place on the floor near the wall. Clearly logic dictated that if he were ever to find his way out his waking nightmare, he was going to have to play to his captor's sense of control. Obviously, this was due him. He was a force to be reckoned with. From that moment, his strategy and attitude was realigned. But he would find ways to show the he did not deserve this kind of treatment. He rose from the floor and moved slowly back to the table, eyes locked with Jareth's. "Yes, sir," he said deliberately. He sat, analyzing his plate as he spoke. "I have little to no working knowledge of the Sith. I know only that they are some brutal force." He worked out exactly how much food he would need to survive and stay alert for another few days, a much smaller amount than was on his plate. He sectioned it out and pushed the rest aside, eating slowly as he waited for a response.

Sching remained indignant, even more so if that were possible. "There is a great difference between stupidity and ignorance. While logic demands that I admit to ignorance due to circumstance, you will soon find that stupidity is not an adjective that applies to me." He paused in a moment's thought before he acknowledged this new piece of information. "I have lived in the outcast city on Kamino for my entire life, and little goes in or out of that hellish place- particularly information. The farthest extent of my education comes from the ancient datapads left to rot on the floors of the city's apartments before it was abandoned. Apparently, an earthquake jarred one of the supporting beams loose. At any rate, all I ever knew of my race were the rumors of a vicious and brutal Darwinistic society, and the outcast mutants which were banished to the city before me. As far as I am concerned..." He gave Jareth a victorious sneer. "..good riddance. Why else would I have left? Anyway, no- I know hardly a thing of the Sith. One datapad compared the viciousness of an ackray to the Sith, and from further reading, I could only conclude that a Sith was one thing I would not want to cross. Perhaps you can enlighten me further."

Sching found it difficult to subdue his own trembling, but even now, in the face of death, he felt it necessary to seem strong. The surprise of his captor sneaking up on him slowly lost its effect, and his shaking faded as his voice grew stronger. "I know nothing of which you speak. The full extent of my knowledge is that you first attacked me, then you captured me, then imprisoned me with no form of nourishment, and if I do not obtain some soon, then neither of us are going to understand whatever it was that brought me here!" He glared with all the fire of his young years, his fist clenched... and then it seemed a wave of logic washed over him and he was once again expressionless and stonefaced. "What do you mean by the last of my people?" He pointed to Jareth's cape.