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Tea'dora glared at the master and looked away quickly. She did not like to be told she was inferior. Standing up she moved to the back of the ship near her brother to gather what they had brought with them and she placed her shoes on. Have someone intrude on not only my thoughts, but my conversations will become very annoying.

 

She stood at the hatchway waiting for the master, still angry at being told she may be inferior. One day she would have to prove just how much better she was.

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Abaddon smiled hearing his apprentices thoughts and complaints. She would soon learn her place...or perhaps she would be stronger because of it. Either way he would accomplish a goal...

 

The Sith Master stepped outside the ship in thought, as he did so he saw several obvious muggers standing in front of the casino.

 

He approached them...having little time to discuss he simply drew his saber and sliced the head off 1 of the 6 and in the same motion brought the blade slicing through the second one cutting him in 2. The 4 muggers moved to fight him but he simply through them into the alley with a motion of his hand.

 

"You have 2 options die or go mug the group coming up." The 4 men nodded in fear and scurried away. The Sith Master smiled as they ran turning to the two apprentices with him.

 

He briefly force messaged Jareth.

Do not attempt to stop the muggers let the apprentices test their skill.

 

Abaddon then turned to his apprentices. He moved forward toward the girl getting closer than she obviously would have liked. His face looking down at her small smooth figure then staring into her eyes coldly.

 

"Angry?" He said simply, his voice still ice cold but now smooth and soft as a winters first snow.

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She glared back into the masters eyes with her own ice cold blue eyes. Her anger was more then evident as she looked at his dark presense. She took a step back as he leaned over her and took in his appearance. He was handsome, she would give him that, but no man has ever bested her.

 

"I would not call it anger, more like ... extremely irritated by your intrusion into my mind." She stared at him refusing to back down from his look. She would not back away from him either. "You may have power, but you are only a man. And someday the power you have will be mine as well."

 

She stood there and waited, wondering what he would do. He was not like any man she had ever met before, this one seemed to have a dominance about him, not something that she was used to in a man, but that could be worked on later.

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Looking to his master Theo spoke.

 

"Why speak with my mouth when I can speak with my mind and body?"

 

He continued to look at Abaddon, wondering when he would stop talking to his sister the way he was.

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The emotionless face turned to a smile not so much sadistic or sweet but a twisted undescribable expression that left the girl in total confusion. Which is exactly what he wanted. He contimplated the words "only a man".

 

"Is not your brother...only a man?...men only for manipulation." he laughed aloud mocking her. "My dear, everyone is up for manipulation and yes the power I give to you will eventually make you at my level...but by then who is to say I will even be alive? Or will you even survive such training" He waved his hand dissmissing the rest of the conversation.

 

He had something planned in mind to respond but then thought better when he noticed Theodisius eyes staring at him in a form of frustration and protective anger.

 

"You however...are angry arent you, my young apprentice." He said still laughing haughtily at the twins.

 

"Power, yes power..." He ejected his spare lightsaber from his leg and tossed it to Teadora. The red blade emmitted the same black light as Abaddon's own...it was an exact replica.

 

He removed the Jedi Master, Mes Tisserand's lightsaber and tossed it to Theodisius.

 

"Both of you...attack me. Now! prove yourselves if you can." The Master challenged continueing to laugh. He had set the blades on the practice setting as he tossed it to them and now drawing his own he did likewise...they would recieve a massive shock if they failed.

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Fingering the saber Theo pressed a small button near the middle. The blade hissed out within the blink of an eye. Mvoing slowly around the master Theo concentrated on his body. As he moved slowly in the circle he waited till Abaddon's back was turned to Tea. He nodded to Tea, they knew what they had to do.

 

They both moved at the same time striking for his shoulder Theo only met the master's saber as Tea was about to strike herself. Theo was pushed back by Abaddon's block. Holding the saber with both hands Theo waited for Abaddon to make his offensive move.

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In one motion, Tea'dora thumbed on the saber and brought it up to strike. She nodded to Theo and as he stuck, she turned and as Theo struck at him high, she brought the saber in low cutting at his thighs and spinning to follow through to slash the saber up towards the torso.

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"Working together is excellent, but you Theo have the power to swing harder than she can...why are you playing defense. You cannot protect your sister all the time. Be together but not together...understand?"

 

He said this as he pushed theo back with the time to block the saber of his sister. He pushed the blade slightly with the force and gliding back a step parrying her blade as it came 'round time.

 

"My dear you are far more manueverable than that, watch your stance use your..."

 

He wanted to get their blade skills solid before he worked on their skills with the force.

 

He brought his saber to bear against the girl and in the same swing he force pulled Theo a bit, pulling the young man closer to his sister and the oncoming blade. The superheated saber swung over where they had originally thought it would and then arched into a back handed swing in a crescent motion from Tea's left leg to The's right side....

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::Tzeentch could sense the intentions of the muggers before he even saw them. Knowing that in combat Tyler would out perform him, Ahriman knew that he would have to come up with something quickly to impress his master.

 

Formulating a plan, a cruel smile came to his lips, and he drew his blade.::

 

Durden, we have guests.

 

::Ahriman suddenly presses his sword into Tyler's free, and lifts him up.::

 

TYLER-DOKEN!

 

:: Heaving the apprentice both physically and through the Force, he adds a spinning motion to the warrior, turning him into an unholy dreidel of death. Between the two weapons, none of the muggers is left standing, or in one piece.::

 

I guess you are useful after all.

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In the middle of his swing Abaddon began to laugh hysterically. He ended up just force pushing the two other apprentices to the ground so he could get over what he had seen his third apprentice do.

 

He smiled. "most unconvetial...and yet too creative to overlook." he said still laughing as he watched the disoriented Tyler rise to his feet. His head still apeared to be spinning.

 

Abaddon discharged his blade and called his apprentices blades to him adjusting their setting and placing them in their apprpriate places..

 

"We will finish this later young one..."

 

He waited for the others to ready themselves so that they could move into the casino.

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Tea'dora stood up and brushed herself off and looked at the other apprentices. She moved to stand near her brother as he too stood up and waited for the master to make the next move. He was good, she would need to work harder to best him. it was a goal she had no intention of failing at. One day she would surprise him.

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:: A sentient being was walking by, it could smell the carnage, feel the pain of those inside and the anger of those unleasing it. The beast walked over. When a person first saw it they did not know what to make of it. Metal seemed to be grafted onto its skin, protecting all of it. Its jaw looked as though it had been broken several times, hiding the sharp teeth and the extendable bite. Very few would be able to tell but this creature had poisen glands in the roof of its mouth, lending toxins to its bite. The beast looked about with glee... though it had never seen the weapons that were being used. It yellow eyes scanned the carnage but it's last order had been clear "Wait for another Dark Lord." He was not to fight or kill until he could again serve. The beast waited for one of these to come up to him and claim him.::

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Holding the sword tightly in his hand Tyler walked straight up to Ahirman. He slashed out with the blade as if to strike then stopped short.

 

Tyler threw the sword at Ahirman feet. It hit the ground with a loud thud. His eyes penetrated Ahirmans looking deep into them for a few seconds longer than comfort woud allow.

 

"We are on the same side. Dont ever try anything like that again otherwise I may forget that fact. After all Im just a stupid violent animal, arent I?"

 

Tyler turned and walked back toward Jareth.

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The Phyrexian smelled the vigor of renewd combat and began to make his way. On the way to the exquisite smell of blood the beast began to think of the world before it is today. He remembered back when he was modified, he was Yawgmoths will incarnate... supposed to be. He was supposed to be an efficent machine to replace inefficent flesh. He remembered the way it happened... the preist flaying back his flesh and inserting the grafts. The muscle inhancers that would allow him to rip the flesh from a human. After closing those wounds putting armour just outside of his skin, somehow molding it together. They put two retractable blades on his wrists, one on each arm. Then they messed with his jaw, giving him razor sharp teeth and making it so that he could extend them a few feet farther out, he could easily fit a horses head within them. The final touch, this preist said, was to give him poisen glands so that every bite would be leathal.

When he looked back now he remembered them kicking him out... telling him to find a new Dark Lord to serve. So now he wandered the galaxy looking for a new master. He could see the group in the distance that had been spilling blood and hoped they would notice his grotesque form and bring him before their God.

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Phyrexianwarbeast, I am just letting you know, that other then the ability to have gut instincts, you have no force ability as of yet and a master must pick you up and take you to the sith. The reason you were sent to Falleen is cause at the moment most are stuck in a board wide RP and only Souls on Nhagathul, the sith that are not there are here at Falleen. Please make sure you have read the rules of the RP and the RP Primer.

 

The sith find their apprentices, you just don't find them. You get captured and brought to the sith in some way and turned to serve the darkness. If you have any questions, feel free to PM me.

"When in doubt, Get the Hell out!!!"

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Theo was angered by the sudden finishing of his saber practice.

 

"Master have we done something wrong?"

 

Theo looked ahead glancing back at Abaddon again. theo made sure to outright ignore the other sith as they trained. Only his sister and for now his master meant anything to him. Theo looked to Tea, she always knew what to say to keep him from losing control.

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Abaddon looked back at his apprentice...Theo was losing his temper.

 

"Control my apprentice. Press that anger back for our next match. Your skill with a blade is moderate...next lesson I will teach you the power of anger, the strength of hate, and the untouchable fury of rage." The voice of the Sith Master was cold as ice, which both cooled the heat of the youths anger and fanned the flames of frustration.

 

The Sith Master was impressed by his two younger apprentices though he said little in the way of encouragement:

 

Tea, strong willed and lacking wisdom and understanding...yet was quick witted and full of potentional. The fire in her anger was almost as hot as her body...though he made no point to reveal this to her.

 

Theo, was definately improving. Respectful and Wiser than his sister he showed less agression however, and this would be remedied soon enough. He was smart enough to catch on.

 

He turned and walked toward his apprentice and Tyler.

 

"At ease, apprentice. Techincally they are your kills...dwell on that. And as I told Theodosius...Save your anger for the next battle. That is a skill noteworthy of a real Sith, the supression of anger till its neccessity." The Sith Master said nothing more. He nodded for Jareth to escort his apprentice inside and take up positions along the door.

 

He moved to his own apprentice, Ahriman. "Humorous...but sooner or later you will have to move on your own. Here are several holocrons you would find more interest in than I would." He said his voice like the snow covered hill of illum. He then hoisted the apprentice into the air with the force and tossed him uncerimoniously into the Casino.

 

"Oh...and you were late." A slight smile appeared from underneath his black cowl. "I will return shortly expecting you to have won." He said noting a slight look of satisfaction from Jareth's apprentice. Perhaps the two would be more motivated by their frustration with each other...But either way the Tyler was not his concern.

 

Abaddon then left down the street his two apprentices following him as he came upon a creature not far from the city. A Phyrexian. Not known well by many at all and only vaguely mentioned in a few holocron on Coruscant. The creature was thought by many to be a myth.

 

"You have been chosen...and soon if it has not already...it will become clear to you what I mean."

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Theo walked slowly behind his master. Curious to wha the creature before him was. He still said nothing, Theo only nodded as he looked at the mangy beast. Calming himself Theo moved closer to Tea. He felt comfort in her presence, she was a part of him.

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Tea looked over at Theo and gave him one of her smiles. She walked next him and place her hand on his arm. "Patience Theo, there will be plenty of time for fun." He seemed to be more relaxed, and the two walked behind the master, following him to what came next.

 

As they walked, Tea considered this master. He was a strong man, stronger then any she had encountered before. Up until now, Theo was the only man she ever considered equal, this one was different then any man she had met before...she would need to find out why. It might be this force that he spoke of.

 

She noticed the creature they had stopped to speak with, nothing she had seen before. She looked over to her brother to see if he had ever seen anything like it before, and he only shrugged a negative at her. She stood and waited with Theo till the master was done.

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Abaddon was right, control was a worthy skill. Although some may have thought Tyler was out of control he wasnt. It had always taken a lot of effort to keep his rage in check, but now it was becoming easier. He had no desire to unleash his rage on his fellow apprentice. Tyler was learning tto store his anger for when it was useful.

 

Ahirman had mearly annoyed Tyler. He would not fight against his won, it seemed self defeating. Any anger the situation had caused him was bottled up and would be redirected at the true enemy.

 

Tyler noticed that Abaddon had returned with two new apprentices. There was also a strange beast that had joined them.

 

What are you?Tyler thought and lookeing at the apprentices Who are you?

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Tea'dora turned her dark glare at Tyler and locked her eyes on his. "I can be your worst nightmare..." She was unused to these intrusions into her mind...it was going to take some getting used to. Without a second thought to the boy she turned back to the master, waiting for him to speak.

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He turned to Tyler and Tea for a moment...The glare that followed was one of complete frustration. Neither apprentice had been addressed or given leave to speak. He was about to say something then stopped himself.

 

"Tyler. Go to your Master, He is waiting in the casino." Abaddon's voice was just as cold but this time an ounce of annoyance had crept in. He wished they would be quiet for a moment so he could address the new creature.

 

"You will come with me." Abaddon addressed the Phyrexian. The Sith Master then turned and walked down the streets into the city, sometime later arriving back at the entrance to the casino.

 

OOC: Phyrexian...youll need to be posting a relative amount of times otherwise Im going to ask for leave to control your character, as this is a plot I am trying to get moving.

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As they approached the casino Theo was amazed. He wonedered how a criminal organization could build such a casino. He also wondered what this beast was doing here. Brushing his hair out of his face Theo stood straight up. He had admired Imperial Guards growing up, so he often tried mimicking them.

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((My most sincere apologies. I have just now been able to check this thread and if it would be benificial to my char or both of ours i give you leave to use him. Keep in mind though that if you order him to assault something he will not stop, even if one or all of his limbs come off.))

 

The beasts conciousness awoke, it metalic voice saying, "I am designated number zero-six-two-zero-zero-four. The great and mighty will of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has directed me that I was a failed and faulty unit by design. They had let me have too much freedom to be an effective drone. I was cast out with the last standing order of finding a new master. I have seen and smelled the carnage you and your servants have brought to those who would harm you. Is there still a war with the Thran? Is the Dark Lord still displeased with the way the war is going?" the beast seemed to be studying all of them, finding different weaknesses their flesh caused in case they wished to destroy him.

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OOC: Should I be banned my character post that my character states for you to go to the casino and follow Ahriman...I believe hell have use for all three of you... (phyrexian, Tea, Theo) and yes you are not under his command just traveling with him while my character goes..."searching" for something...idk.... This will be edited IC later if possible.

 

"I am not sure at all who you are talking about...care to elaborate?"

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((sorry... i guess i didnt read well enough so just ignore my last post))

 

Waits outside the casino, the beast took in the odd looks these fleshy creatures gave him. He looked at them all, feeling his body tense as it should before combat. His new master had not ordered him to attack but merely to wait. His body become perfectly poised to strike in almost any direction. The beast had never known true combat, he was deemed too ineffective to become a front line warrior.

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OCC: Tyler didnt speak out of turn, they were private thoughts within his head to mearly convay his curiousity and were not meant to be a force message to anyones mind or spoken aloud.

 

IC: Tyler left the group and headed over to the casino in search of his master. When he found him he stood silently by his side waiting for his next orders.

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Abaddon observed the Phyrexian...he wasnt sure how long he would have to wait for and he was getting weary. Time constraints were begining to weigh down on him....

 

OOC: Ill edit later with something more substancial. At the current moment I have to get to class....

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Jareth and Tyler stood inconspicously in a corner of the large room where many sabaac games were being played. Jareth quickly became tired of watching the games, and decided to have some fun of his own. Hopefully, his apprentice would learn a lesson in the process.

 

"Tyler. Can you feel these beings that currently surround us? Reach into their minds. Let me give you a hint. The key to unlocking someone's deepest thoughts is to simply find their basic motivations. The driving force in their mind that causes them to press on. The simpler and more animalistic their motives are, the easier it is to dominate their minds. This lot should prove easy for even you. Do you feel what they are motivated by?"

 

 

As he waited for Tyler's answer, Jareth reached into the mind of one of the sabaac players. He was leading his table in money, but had drawn a particularly bad hand. Jareth could feel the man's thoughts, and knew he was on the brink of folding.

 

The sith lord altered the man's conciousness slightly, and the cards within his hand changed before his eyes. Jareth went further and erased memory of the poor hand he was actually handing. At the realization that he had a winning hand, the man quickly bet all his money, and with a smug grin sat back awaiting his winfall.

 

Once the cards were layed down, the man was horrified as he lost everything he had.

 

Jareth let out a small laugh, and continued waiting for Tyler's response.

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