Repressed Memories

[Slade Xandir]

He watched the man show a bit more awe than expected, even being so curious as to run a tan finger over the lettering that described his current positon and the reason he had earned being Tormentous' left hand. However his curiosity did not overrun his trek, as the man maintained complete control and showed admirable self control by breaking off from the interesting sculpture and returning to his heel. It was proper, and such a basic display caused Blood less worry on how this man would fare in his trials.

The Sith Lord had turned around to a question, one that was premarked by a compliment that Blood couldn't relish a moment to accept. Of course he had greatness and glory. Of course he had all the materials someone of his standards deserved. But his needs overran his wants, and currently that included the instinct to amass a wonder and fright of a proper Apprentice. To make a monster of a man.

"This sculpture," he began, silk voice echoing through the empty halls. "This Palace in itself, is something I could not be proud of. Any measly peasant can craft a building, can build a model, but only a true craftsman can craft just that; man. And that is something I as a Sith Lord, have a duty and a drive to do. To craft the clay into something that no one else can. I will mold you, Emre. I will sculpt you just as my Master did me. And you will look at this sculpture and feel just as equal to it as the awe you currently have for it."

Blood let his hand extend, cusped and lofty as he held it out. Before Emre was born a flare, light and heat materializing out of thin air as he summoned fire, his soul's element. It was a skill he had mastered in the Force, Pyromancy, and he utilized it with pride. In his hand, the fire blazed, full of life, a life of its own. Blood tossed the flame in the air as if it were dense, and before the both of them, the fire swirled and formed the majestic shape of a rearing dragon. That in itself took shape, flying around their heads, weaving between the two and leaving a trail of dark smoke behind it until it perched it's emberous self on Blood's left shoulder. Vivid and lifelike, the fiery dragon sat, occasionally moving just to indicate it too, was a member between the two men.

"Within you is the potential to do not only this, but so much more, Emre. Not many come to life as a Force Sensitive, but you have been born as such. And with your gift, you will become something worth reckoning. However, dancing with the unknown takes energy, time, patience. Courting the Force takes both failure, and success. And at this very moment, you will begin to show me exactly how far you can fail, before you show me how far you can succeed."

Blood watched the reaction of his newest potential with more interest as the seconds ticked by. He also patiently waited for any questions the young man might have had for such a tremendous moment between the two.

[OOC: If you'd like, Emre, we can begin your Force Sensitivity App. If you're interested, let me know in the PMs, and I'll walk you through it. ]

[Emre Mor]

"This Palace in itself, is something I could not be proud of. Any measly peasant can craft a building, can build a model, but only a true craftsman can craft just that; man. And that is something I as a Sith Lord, have a duty and a drive to do. To craft the clay into something that no one else can. I will mold you, Emre. I will sculpt you just as my Master did me. And you will look at this sculpture and feel just as equal to it as the awe you currently have for it."

He understood where Lord Blood was coming from, sure this palace was on a grand scale but anyone could do it. He was pleased with what he was hearing from Blood. He wanted to be immortalized like Blood had with his sculpture. He quickly began to trust this older man he had only recently met. Emre trusted in the fact that he was honest that he wanted mold him into a Master like him. He knew that Lord Blood was loyal to his master before him and Emre would do the same.

As Lord blood summoned a flare from the palm of his hand Emre watched in awe. His brown eyes glistened as he followed the flame in the air when Blood manipulated it. Once it sat perched on his shoulder in the form of a dragon, Emre envied what this Master could do.

"Within you is the potential to do not only this, but so much more, Emre. Not many come to life as a Force Sensitive, but you have been born as such. And with your gift, you will become something worth reckoning. However, dancing with the unknown takes energy, time, patience. Courting the Force takes both failure, and success. And at this very moment, you will begin to show me exactly how far you can fail, before you show me how far you can succeed."

Emre took a step back not fully believing that he had the ability to do the same with time and practice. He was ready to try and succeed, but at the same time he understood that he would also fail. Emre closed his eyes shut and held out the palm of his hand just as Lord Blood had done.

Suddenly a fire began to burn inside Emre, he felt it deep within his core. This dim little light of fire was faint within him, yet it was beginning to burn even more now. This feeling was not something new, for some reason he had known it all of his life, it calmed him. Concentrating on that feeling he could feel everything, everything around him was a whole, he was just a tiny piece in the puzzle of everything going on around him. With this realization, he felt he could manipulate these pieces with a deep concentration. With the right amount of discipline and willpower, he focused everything he had into the palm of his hand. He could feel the force around it manipulating in the slightest of way. It wasn’t much but he knew it was there. This must be the force Blood had been speaking of; it had been with him all along.

-End Force sensitivity App- -Word Count: 155/100-

His eyes rose to look at his new Master, beaming with excitement.

“Where do we begin?”

[Slade Xandir]

Blood watched, but not with his eyes. As a basic creature would, he felt the situation out through instincts. And in this case, the body language resided within the newest omega. Mental nares picked up on the struggle Emre had fought through, seeing through the haze ignorance had forced him to live through all of his life. Nothing had prepared him for this, and with continuous training, Emre would prove himself not only to the pathetic beings that held him back from righteous glory, but from the domination only the best could achieve.
Blood felt it within his own chest as his new Apprentice took that faithful leap forward, both unlocking and opening doors to a more fruitful labor.
Soon, so very soon, he would taste the reaping of the crops he sowed, this day.

Blood raised a brow, a nod of his head more praise than simple words could offer. If Emre was to train under the Hunter, he would both learn body language soon enough. Blood was a man of many words occasionally, but that was to the sould who did not understand him. To those he was over, words meant nothing more than a breeze that passed by. Emre would come to see his actions spoke much louder than any breeze that would waft past him.

"It will not be easy for you, Emre, but you have already proven yourself worthier than most. From that single step you took, you have already surpassed entire generations of ignorance who had missed their own oppertunities to unlock that very sense you now possess."

Blood knew he would not overwork the Acolyte, but he was a hard trainer and under him would spurn nothing but legendary Sith. Mercy and Fox alike worked hard under him; now Emre would be joining the pack, and Blood would not allow him any leisure of falling to the lable of 'weak'. The weak perished, and he would not have such taint on his name.

"Now, there from this moment, you are able to achieve manipulation of the very energy you possess. It is yours to command; do not let it run you, for one day and several more behind it, it will try. You are to dominate this power. Command it to heed your desires, and you will go far. In the Force, there is a triangle of skills you need to focus your mastery on. These are Control, Sense, and Alteration. These three elements are intertwined, and every power, no matter how minute it is, involve these elements. For now, we will focus on you getting aquainted with your Senses. Close your eyes, and open yourself to this enviornment. Feel, not with your eyes, but with your mind. Touch, not with your hands, but with your soul. Smell, not with your nose, but with the Force."

-Begin Sense Level One App- 400 WC-
[OOC: Now for a challenge!]

[Emre Mor]

"It will not be easy for you, Emre, but you have already proven yourself worthier than most. From that single step you took, you have already surpassed entire generations of ignorance who had missed their own opportunities to unlock that very sense you now possess."

Emre somehow felt proud, he did not know exactly what he had done but he knew it was something. He was beginning to feel like someone for once in his life. With Lord Blood, he was proud, proud that he was now following a powerful being, and believing in something worth believing in. His head was held high listening to every word rolling from Lord Blood’s tongue very intently.

"For now, we will focus on you getting aquainted with your Senses. Close your eyes, and open yourself to this enviornment. Feel, not with your eyes, but with your mind. Touch, not with your hands, but with your soul. Smell, not with your nose, but with the Force."

Emre nodded, acknowledging to his master that he knew what had to do. He stood there, before the Lord, trying to focus on his senses. He closed his eyes unsure of what was about to happen….nothing. He could feel nothing; he couldn’t sense anything but the irritable sand between his toes. This began to frustrate the young man, as he was failing for the first time in front of his new mentor. Ideas began to swirl in his head as he looked for a solution. He knew he valued one sense deeply in his life up until now, his touch. It calmed him to feel everything about an object; Emre knew what he had to do.

Emre knelt down to sit on the ground. He closed his eyes and relaxed his mind, going back to that fire deep down in his core. Reaching out his hands ran lightly across the floor. Something was different about this room; the room was beginning to open up to him in a way he had never noticed before. He could feel the individual grains of sand along the old stone floors that had been carried in from the boots of the Sith before him. Emre followed his senses as they led him from the warm stone floor, up the wall, and over the ceiling. He felt the breeze coming from outside the throne room; with it carried a mixture of sand and dust. When he opened his mouth for a deep concentrated breath Emre could taste some of that mixture land on his tongue. The breeze usually stuck low to the stone floor as the rest of the room felt hot and musty. His mind began to expand as he concentrated deeper and deeper, allowing him to feel everything around him.

He began to notice scent as clearly as if he were right next to the smell. Emre found deep in the corners of the room a scent that was foul but not new to this environment, rodents and insects. His mind travelled then again, recognizing a scent he would not soon forget. Blood had a distinct smell, one that Emre now found himself bound to. From there he focused on what he heard around the room, mainly hearing the clicking sound of insect crawling freely around. He could hear Lord Blood’s breath, and deep within a beating heart. He could hear his heart pumping red thick blood to the rest of his body. His senses began to sharpen ever so slightly at this point.

Then, as if a door had just been unlocked within him, he began to see everything around the throne room. With his eyes closed, he began seeing everything in a light and darkness that he had never experienced before. Almost all at once he saw the whole room. The different threads on the curtain, the individual colors woven by a master at their craft. Emre saw the grand statue, even grander now, had slight imperfections along it. In fact he noticed all the little imperfections of the entire room; it was magnificent.

Emre’s eyes opened, revealing life, as he had never seen it before. It was as if he was seeing, feeling, smelling, and tasting things for the first time in his life. This must be the power of sensing with the force.

-End Sense Level One App- -Word Count: 445/400-

Looking up he noticed a lot more about Lord Blood. He recognized his body language and how he held himself. Emre nodded at his master, showing that he thought that he had some grasp on what he was trying to instill in him.

[Slade Xandir]

Blood was curious on how Emre would handle the challenge, and what spoke to him most was the cunning of the newest Acolyte. The swiftest sense, the most brash of them all, touch, was taken by the collar first. The young man knelt before the Wolf, and drew himself as deep as he could within the Force. Blood felt his first layer of unknowing break, and as every Sense was addressed, the wall of ignorance crumbled, crumpled, and fell away. Like an explorer, the man before him took in the sights, the scents, the feeling without physical intervention. And he did so, excellently.

Blood kept watch on the Apprentice of his until his own subtle gaze was met with the dark irises of his pupil, excitement and pride in his accomplishment beaming not from his face, but from his heart. And with the increase of knowledge he attained, the Master Tamer knew this man would see his duty done without prejudice.

It wasn't a problem for he too, to feel pride in this man. He was picking up the skills with a pace most would grow envious of. But what he felt the most pride in, was-

"You are doing what most can not, for their lack of restraint is what holds them back. Your discipline in both emotional and self control is a leap over the chasm that most fall victim to. This is your most valuable asset, Emre."

Blood too, analyzed the tanned follower, his own beliefs being confirmed. With it, he relapsed and gave Emre a gift; A word from the mind of Tormentous, himself.

"'Every step taken, is a step gained.' You emotions are what fuel your power, your passion, your desries, and your determination and willpower to see them done. It is your skill in knowing when to allow your emotions to do work for you, and when to keep them from holding you back. And it a skill you, specifically, posses to an exponential degree."

A second passed when the Sith Lord broke a single chip of the stone which his own heart was made of; he offered a smile, fleeting and gone within miliseconds, to flew away. But it had once been there, and that was all that mattered.

"Come; I have a place you may rest and restore your strength. Once rested, we will continue your training."

With that, on his heel the ominous Hunter walked bac from whence they came, stopping just outside of the threshold for the castle. The wind once again greeted the pair, and it was almost an intoxicating relief to be outside once more. Despite the buffet of wind, Blood appreciated the cleaner air and outdoors more than being in buildings. It just felt...natural.

Speaking of, 'natural', a gutteral roar from above signaled the presence of Blood's mount, Wrath, the ebony dragon which circled over the castle with croad wings and an intimidating form. Before the threshold, the dragon dove until cleared, where he landed with a massive swirl of wind assaulting anything near him. Patiently, the Arkanian Dragon awaited the boarding of his Master.

Taking eased steps, Blood leapt onto the back cleanly, fitting easily along the seemingly endless nape of the dragon's neck. Behind him was room for Emre. Blood held off the launch until Emre was seated comfortable, though he wouldn't be able to Force Jump onto the dragon, as he still had training to commence before he reached such Force level. Despite it, Blood waited for Emre to climb through the maze of spiky spines of the dragon before commanding the aerial release.

Compared to the intense and long walk they had to do before, the dragon ride would cut the half an hour into mere seconds, as Wrath took into the air with a sturdy push and an immediate rush of wing flap to keep his mass into the heavens. The seconds came and were cut short as with expert steerring from his master and mighty wingspan, they arrived at the Landing Pad quite soon.

[Emre Mor]

"'Every step taken, is a step gained.' You emotions are what fuel your power, your passion, your desries, and your determination and willpower to see them done. It is your skill in knowing when to allow your emotions to do work for you, and when to keep them from holding you back. And it a skill you, specifically, posses to an exponential degree."

Emre listened intently, holding onto every word Lord Blood spoke. He found himself a quick learner with scholarly things in his life and he hoped that ability would translate into learning from Blood. He wanted to learn everything he possibly could and master the craft, his emotions, and the force.

He caught a slight expression that came from his new Master’s face, a smile. Although, he was unsure if it was actually a smile, it only held up for a brief moment. From the few moments he knew this man he had never seen an expression even remotely close to it, he would take it as a sign of approval.

"Come; I have a place you may rest and restore your strength. Once rested, we will continue your training."

Emre felt relieved, it had been a long day before the two met and it was even more of a long day after. He had been through an emotional whirlwind throughout the events and was happy he would get some rest.

Following his master close by, he was elated to feel the breeze of the desert. The relief of leaving the thick air of the palace was amazing. He could feel the heat of the sun beating down on his tan complexion. Taking it all in, Emre was interrupted by a large shadow. It was the beast again, surely coming to end him as it came closer and closer. Emre fell back as the beast made its descent and landed in front of Lord Blood. His master leaped onto the beast without hesitation and made it seem simple. The young man could see a little bit of room on the back of the beast for another passenger.

Emre got up and dusted himself off. “Every step taken, is a step gained…” he whispered to himself.

Trying his best not to fall off this giant beast he made the taxing climb up the beast, trying to avoid some of its scales. Emre considered himself a fit guy, but it took all of his strength and endurance to make his way up to the seat. He figured he made it to his seat with only a couple cuts from the beast’s spikes, which would be considered a success to him.

Knuckles turning white, Emre held on tight to the saddle that was keeping him and Lord Blood on the beast. As the two made their ascent into the sky, the rush of wind came flying through his short dark hair. Emre found it hard to breath as wind was rushing down his throat every time he went to breath; he was ready to get off of this beast.
When the two finally reached the landing pad he saw a familiar sight. When the beast finally landed he scrambled off of the beast, managing more cuts. His boots smacked the ground as Emre tumbled towards the ship. The platform came down relatively fast and Emre rushed to the seat he had sat in before.

Exhausted with everything that had just happened, Emre found it very easy to rest his head back and close his eyes. He hoped his master was behind him but he was just so tired. He found himself dazing off awaiting for wherever the two were going.

[Slade Xandir]

Blood had tested the mans limits, both intellectually and height-wise. Apparently he could handle both, but he felt the light anxiety from his Apprentice's thread between them. A light chuckle came from the Sith Lord, only loud enough for him to hear through the flying winds that battered them. Emre had grit; he had to give him that.

After relieving themselves from the ride atop the Arkanian Dragon Blood could see Emre was tired, dazed. The fading was quite prominent, and Blood began his trek up the stairs, through the Landing Pad and into the hangar where the ships were stored. Almost zombie-like, the pupil followed him, the taxing strain on his body and mind something plaguing him now. Blood wouldn't hold it against him; it was his first day, after all. Through the terminal in into an already primed and waiting ship, the two strode through the Docking Bay and up the ramp, both enjoying the solace and silence his Infiltrator had to offer. Valkyr retracted the ramp and engaged the necessary systems to set them on their course. From the gentle hum of the engines to the thrusters taking them from the bay, the Siths departed the terminal, then atmosphere of Moraband and began their route to Sojourn.

Proper flying got them to the moon within a manageable amount of time, and the Dominator landed on the compact terminal dock for the moon with ease. It was then the ship released the air pressure as both it and gravity stabilized, and released it's ramp.

Sojourn was a moon that had been desolate for quite a few years after a nuclear attack, but with the work both Slade and Blood had put into it, the investment and business partners helping him meet his goal, he had transformed the moon into an Eden. Lavish gardens were being sprung in several sections of the moon, the atmosphere clean and crisp, trees, and other imported flora gracing the senses with the air of a fresh life. Exuberant calls of animals all over the moon gave a natural melody to the ears, while Pylats flew gracefully in the skies, along with other song and decorative birds that were worth a pretty penny. Beyond the terminal was this laid out, beautiful and graceful. On the precise and elegantly decorated tile walkpath was the route to the resorts main center.

Blood stood, stretching and walked over to the ramp's exit to the outside, simply basking in the work he put forward to make this place what it was. Workers were still milling about in the afternoon light, working tirelessly and strategically to finish the plans their own boss laid out for them as far as new buildings and other things that were to come up on this moon.

[Emre Mor]

A rather quick flight it was to reach their destination Emre had noticed. He hardly got a moment to rest his exhausted feet before they were already there. He moaned as the ship rested in its destination and his Master stood up to stretch. Emre could feel his eyelids dropping every moment he did not move.

As Lord Blood made his way to the ramp to exit, something peaked Emre’s interest. He heard calls from creatures he had never heard before. The light shined in from the outside environment and the young student was shocked into consciousness as his master was getting farther away. He quickly followed exiting the vessel and staring out into the beauty that was this new place.

He stepped out in awe, gazing over the beauty that was everywhere. He had never read of this place in any of his previous studies, surely someone would of made note of its elegance.

He moved past his new Master who was standing there, proud of what this place had become. Emre studied every little detail of this place, the beautiful gardens, the fresh air, and the magnificent creatures soaring about. Noticing the workers working tirelessly around the area, Emre perked himself up, not wanting to reveal any weakness to them.

He found himself wander toward the decorated walk path towards whatever was farther ahead. Realizing he was getting too ahead of himself, Emre stopped in his tracks and turned around.

Looking at Blood intently, “What is this place?”

[Slade Xandir]

Almost as if they were a single unit, Blood felt the Apprentice awaken and meet him where he stood. And even more leniently he allowed Emre to roam a bit further ahead, as the place he stepped into was beyond what the rich could have wanted. It was to be a haven for the rich one day, and seeing Emre's reaction only confirmed Blood himself was doing a good job making sure it began to meet that standard. Even moreso, the innocent question was wafted directly at him, his student needing answers now, more than ever.

"This is Sojourn, a moon I am rehabilitating form a nuclear attack several hundred years ago."

Taking broad steps down the ramp, Blood met up with his Apprentice and began walking past him to the resort, a series of freshly made buildings that could have been miniature mansions. The registration building was just at the end of the path, and once the pair arrived, they were greeted by an Omwati with light blue skin, deep sapphire eyes and a mixture of sea green and oceanic blue highlighted in her feathery hair. A melodic voice came from her as she greeted them.

"Welcome back to Sojourn, Master Blood. I suppose you will be checking in, today?"

Pleased with her manners, Blood responded to the newest hostess he had appointed to run the resort management. "I will not, Fiona, but my Apprentice will. Register him under suite 2 and see to his comfort."

A through nod from the elfin featured woman was backed by her musical voice. "I'll see to it, immediately, sir."

Two other assistants appeared from the hallways, one carrying a dish of Juna berries, Farrberries, and a variety of other exotic treats, while the other carried a tray of drinks, one an iridescent gold with shimmering glimmers of pearlescent flecks of silver in them, while the other drink was a swirl of polished mix faded between a hot red, an emerald, and a navy blue. Both of the matching assistants waited patiently and offered Emre their holdings, with Diona holding the bowl of fruit towards him and Liona offering him his choice between drinks. After Emre made his decision, Blood stood back as Fiona left from behind the counter and began to lead his Apprentice to where he would be staying.

The hostess brought him to through a patio door behind the last wall on the left of the building, and walked with a patient purpose to the second mini mansion that was cased in an elegant brick of ivory and cream, décor moderately posh with a hint of reserved and tasteful coloring. Unlocking the door with a spare keycard, she handed the primary card to Emre, opening the door for him. Stepping back, she politely inquired, "Is there anything you might need or even want, sir?"

[Emre Mor]

"This is Sojourn, a moon I am rehabilitating from a nuclear attack several hundred years ago."

Already within just a day with Lord Blood, he had seen more in his life than he had ever before. Emre was fascinated by this place, it hardly looked like it had seen a speck of dust. It was hard to believe that this moon suffered a nuclear attack so many years ago. He was impressed with his new Master; this type of restoration is something that is extraordinary.

Shocked into focus after Lord Blood walked passed him, Emre quickly picked up the pace to follow him. Following the decorative tiles, he gazed at the buildings that looked pristine. At the end of the path the two were greeted by a beautiful new species to Emre. As his the feminine host discussed logistics with with Lord Blood, Emre found himself wandering again. The curious young man missed the whole conversation between the two.

"I'll see to it, immediately, sir."

Out of the corner of his eyes he saw two more hosts carrying trays toward the travelers. Emre met the two, eyeing the items on the tray. He noticed that one of the trays carried a tray of berries. Feeling a rumbling down in his stomach, Emre found himself eating most of the contents of the tray.

The host behind the counter started leading Emre away. Grabbing one of the drinks offered, Emre quickly followed. He looked back noticing Lord Blood was staying, he wondered where he was going. Taking a sip of the drink he had brought with him, Emre’s face went sour. She brought him to an elegant door and unlocked it, handing Emre another card for access to the room. He nodded back to the host expressing his gratitude. He entered the room feeling a subtle relief of time to relax.

"Is there anything you might need or even want, sir?"

Emre looked back handed her the drink and smiled, “No…”

He closed the door to examine the wonderful room. He walked the walls, running his hand against them. Emre found a mirror to examine himself, he looked tired and weary. His face looked rough, he brought his hands up to touch the bruises. They were very painful; hopefully they would heal within a short amount of time.

The young man went searching for a place to rest his head. He found a bed in one of the many rooms of the mansion. He would rest his head here for now until it was time for more training from Lord Blood.