Repressed Memories

[Slade Xandir]

Cordial and composed, Emre introduced himself to the Beta, who nodded a greeting to him. "How's it kickin' Em." Less of an actual question than trying to be mannered. Fox and Mercy were being taught manners, as that was simply Blood's knack he picked up from Slade. A pet-peeve, rather.

"We're going to let her return to us. If you see her before I do, keep her detained and notify me."

Blood didn't want to consider Mercy going rogue, but it was a possibility. The girl had a fire in her that he only had a brief hold over. He was her mentor, but the firebird was something else, entirely.

With that, Fox gave his nod of agreement to the subject, and Blood left out, shutting the door. He turned and gaited silently down the hallway, immersed in his thoughts of the situation.

Turning to Emre suddenly, Blood posed a question.

"If Mercy went rogue, what exactly do you believe her rightful punishment should be, Emre?"

[Emre Mor]

"How's it kickin' Em."

He had never been referred to as that. This man was a different kind of man, a type that Emre had never had to deal with before. There would be many interactions with Fox and Emre wondered how the two would get along. For now, he was very well mannered but he couldn’t help the fact to question if it would be different without Lord Blood there.

"We're going to let her return to us. If you see her before I do, keep her detained and notify me."

What was this other student doing that made his master so upset Emre had pondered. He was interested to meet Mercy but it seems they might not have a traditional introduction.

As his master turned to leave, Emre gave a quick nod to Fox and soon followed. Heading down the hallway Blood seemed very distraught over the situation.

"If Mercy went rogue, what exactly do you believe her rightful punishment should be, Emre?"

This question caught the young student off guard. He did not know she was being considered to have gone rogue. Emre wasent sure how to answer this question, he did not know his masters usual punishments but he knew he had already suggested that he would have to kill the young student if the student didn’t join him.

“I don’t know Lord Blood... I do think we should hear her out once she finally arrives, maybe she has a valid excuse?”

[Slade Xandir]

That wasn't something he wanted to hear, though it was one he should have. It didn't answer his question properly, and Blood leaned against the banister that overlooked the bottom floor, hands gripping the cured and polished birch wood, a sigh leaving his lips.

"I asked what the proper punishment was for her if she went rogue, Emre. Not if she returned. I know well enough how to handle her return."

Turning over his shoulder and looking in Emre's direction, he added to the lesson. "What you should have responded with, was 'Kill her.'"

Straightening himself, Blood laid hands on his waist, dragging a delicate and thoughtful finger over the two notches that he once stuck his saber's holster's to, though they were resting on the undersides of his forearms.

"I do not tolerate treason. My Master before me has; and because of the same mercy he gave Neive, a Jedi Master is free to roam. I will never make the same mistake."

It was then Blood decided to explain his harsh pack view to his newest member. Words that weren't to be wasted on deaf ears, lest they too get cut off.

"I am a fair man, to an extent, Emre. I make sure my pack is fed, clothed properly, trained, and given worthwhile time with me, with the rest of the pack so they have an understanding of each other. We work as a team here, Emre. That is what a pack, and as the Alpha of it, I lead you all to a powerful ascension with me. However, if someone decides to pull themselves away from the prosperity, from the very salvation I offered you, then they bite the hand that fed them, and are damned in my eyes."

Blood pulled away from the banister, finishing the law.

"Thus, they die."

[Emre Mor]

Emre was upset he did not provide the right answer, yet he didn’t want to say the wrong thing to his new teacher. He began to slouch a bit, disappointed in himself. Killing was a foreign thing to the young student, and he knew he would soon be accustomed to it with the way Lord Blood had been talking. He didn’t know how he dealt with his own pack that was close to him when they betrayed him, yet he understood why he had to do it.

His posture improved and his he tucked his arms behind him as he followed his master. Treason wasn’t something that had been close to Emre’s mind. From the short time he knew him, Lord Blood had given him everything. He had taken him as a beat up young man, and shown Emre his true potential. The young acolyte would be indebted to his master for his whole life for this.

If Mercy had truly gone rogue, he would be furious at his other master’s student. It made no sense to Emre if Blood had done the same for Mercy. The acolyte would deserve everything that she got.

The young student would follow his pack leader around till the day he died, doing his bidding. If that bidding would be to help him follow through with killing someone who went rogue, he would.

“I understand; I do not take for granted everything you do for me. I will listen, learn, and follow your lead with everything you do. If someone bites the hand of our alpha, I will be right there to make sure they get what they deserve. I look forward to meeting Mercy and if she has gone rogue, I understand it will be the last time we see each other.”

Emre looked for a reaction from his master, acknowledging everything he was trying to teach him.

[Slade Xandir]

Emre vocalized his viewpoint, and Blood felt through their connection how the bright flare of what made Emre who he was recoil slightly inward as the Acolyte felt the light hand of Blood's discipline. Blood hadn't spoken harshly to the Apprentice. But what drove the aspiration to become better was the seethe of disappointment to who he aspired to magnify his greatness with, and thus the depression of mood was in both Blood and Emre's favor. It would only help the man grow into the most fit of men to follow in Blood's footsteps. No coddling, no vicious demands, but damn sure no stagnation would dare touch his student. The Wolf would make sure of it.

Blood's mind released it's sharp and cold frost that had hardened around his mind at the reckless thinking of Mercy comparing with Neive as Emre had managed to warm it with his understanding. It was a gentle softening as Blood searched Emre's words with more than simple acknowledgement; Did he understand? Did he truly plan to make it till the end of hellish fires and taxing trials? Blood flew through the threads that radiated from the younger man, and found them resolute, unfrayed and determined. This man was honest. Unbiased. And this force was indeed here to stay.

The Sith Lord gave a little nod as he moved from the banister and decided to return to his Sithly duties. "Good."

Beginning the walk down the stairs, Blood decided it was time to continue his Apprentice's training, as free time was better than none for such a dexterous lifestyle. The more time he had to learn proper betterment of himself, the more he would make himself useful to the Sith Lord, and to the Sith, itself.

"Head to the ship, mine specifically, and ask Valkyr to show you where the armory is. While you are in there, get suited up with a piece of light armor and grab the box Mercy has brought with her and put there. More than likely she would have marked it. Once you have retrieved these things, return to me in the ccourtyard; we have more training to complete."

[Emre Mor]

As Emre followed his Master down the stairs, he listened to his instructions carefully. It seemed Lord Blood was ready to restart training after a bit of downtime on the moon. Emre was ready to begin again; he had rested and got to know the moon as well as its inhabitants. If he were to catch up to Blood’s other students Mercy and Fox he would have to train hard and often. He would take every opportunity that his master would throw at him without complaint so that he may be on their level.

“Understood.” Emre quickly stated as he hustled toward the familiar vessel.

He followed the decorated path all the way down to Blood’s ship. The ramp was already down, making it easier for him to get in. He entered the ship quietly, looking for the cyborg. He had never actually had any communication with the cyborg, so he was interested to see if it would assist him as he assists Lord Blood.

As he looked around the cyborg stood immediately inside waiting on the young acolyte. Emre smirked as it had shocked him that he was right inside waiting on him. He stood tall next to the cyborg and looked it up and down.

“Valkyr, assist me in finding the armory…”

Emre followed the cyborg as he began to move through the ship. He did not say anything but Emre assumed he understood and that’s where he was taking him.

The two halted in front of a room somewhere in the hull of the ship. Valkyr stepped aside and let him browse what was inside.

“Thank you.”

Emre entered the armory and looked for some light armor that would fit him. He had tried on a couple of items before settling on one that gave him the best fit, to where he could be protected but still move at the same time.

While browsing the armory he found a small footlocker that had been marked by someone. He assumed this was the box Mercy had left for Lord Blood. Emre squatted down to lift the box to bring with him. This box was heavy, but he was told to bring it to the courtyard.

Struggling a little bit with the box, he walked down the pathway slower than he had before. Of course Mercy had to bring back all of these training weapons. Emre had begun to sweat a little as his arms were feeling it a little.

He entered the courtyard and found his new teacher. Emre set the small footlocker down next to him. His arms felt still as he began to stretch them out. He stood quietly as he awaited further instructions.

[Slade Xandir]

The Acolyte was swift, returning to the Sith Lord who stood with closed eyes as a silhouette against the moons bare nocturnal glow. It was clear Valkyr had shown her Maker's charge where the Armory was aboard the Infiltrator, as Blood could feel his Apprentice hefting the heavy box. He also felt less fragile in the Force, as the armor he wore boosted his sense of confidence against particular assaults. Good, as he would need the confidence to aid his process of learning. The less fragile Emre was, the more readily he would take blows, and the more apt he would be to understanding the different tragedies that would fall upon either he, or his opponent.

Turning from the light of the mood to face his student, Blood lowered a hand to the top of the locker and loosened the stiff screws which kept it tempered and closed. With telekinetic touch, the box's top came off cleanly, the screws along the tops of the grass. With returning his hands to his sides, Blood waited for the decision that would come to help him later in life.

"Within that box is several different vibro weaponary. They are real weapons to most, but to some who use more elegant and intimidating weapons, they are training pieces. A vibroaxe lay folded in there, along with a vibrolance, both which are two-handed weapons. Vibroblade, vibro knives, and vibroshivs also lie in that box, all which are one handed. Choose what you feel you will be comfortable wielding if you find yourself face to face with an enemy. Whether it be two vibroblades, or a single dagger, choose it, and choose it, well."

The Sithian waited for his Apprentice to choose the weapon he deemed fit for him, and continued on with the lesson. A training stick he had brought with him to compliment his next points, undying to the tradition Tormentous had set up for him as he trained under the Dark One. The wooden teaching tool was held casually in one hand as the Wolf began the lament of the Zones within Warfare. Though they might not had been as direct nor accurate as Tormentous', he ensure the point was made across through the swift descriptions.

"Zone One, right here," he began as the training stick was sent directly perpendicular to the charge's head, lining up with the tanned man's forehead. It then broke from the linear pointing and encircled the circumference of the skull Emre had on his shoulders.
"Your head. Don't lose it, nor let your adversary take it from you. Whether it be physically, or mentally."

Lowering the wooden rod, Blood brought it to point at the left of Emre's side. From the shoulder down to the top of the waist, Blood narrated, "Zone 2. Your top left half, which can be attacked through perpendicular or diagonal slashes up and away, down and away, or even through bisection."

The rod was brought to jab the air just before the Acolyte's breastbone, the chest, deadcenter of the entire body. "Zone 3. The cusp of your vitals, heart, lungs. Can and WILL be pierced if you let your enemy get the chance. One of the most humiliating deaths fate can offer is allow yourself the skewered. Deflect with parries and push yourself back if they try to gain the confidence to reach your third zone."

Next the staff went to the right half, matching the gesture he had on the left. "Zone 4, the top right half of your body. Keep protected as you would your left."

Finally, the rod lowered to the two bottom halves of Emre's body, stroking the left and right air besides his legs, running the stick down from the top of his waist till it hit the loam at his feet. "Zones 5 and 6. Your legs are what keep you upright, mobile, capable of keeping up with the motions of your opponent. You will need these; and to avoid any catastophies, I advise you keep yourself nimble and dancing away from whatever weapon you're up against. With this, midair flips, whether forwards, backwards, whatever, will buy you the avoidance of losing them. You can also block with downward defense manuevers. Keep your blade taunt until your chance comes to either swing the advantage back to your side, or use the Force to buy you time. Distraction or agression."

That concluded what he had to offer for the front. After such, he circled around to be at Emre's back, golden eyes glowing in the shade of night as the training stick thumped between his shoulder blades.

"Zone 7, that which you can not see, but only feel; your backside. From the work which has been invested into you thus far, you will use that experience to keep this very zone free of touch. Your Sense will play a more founding function here, as it will be what saves you in the end. Always stay a step ahead of the enemy."

[Emre Mor]

Emre pondered over the decision he was left to make by his master. He thought hard but quick about each of the advantages and disadvantages the weapons brought to him and his size. The two handed weapons looked powerful and could inflict maximum amount of damage on those he faced. Yet those weapons would provide little mobility to him. So Emre quickly took away the vibroaxe and vibrolance from contention.

He then looked at the one handed weapons, the blades, knives, and shivs. The smaller weapons didn’t provide him much error in his training. If he were to use knives and shivs he would have to be very quick. Since he was an average sized guy he saw more of himself within the vibroblades.

As he crouched down looking over the inventory of the box, his fingers ran across the sharp edge of the vibroblade. He had never held a blade like this let alone a lethal weapon. His fingers followed the sharp blade till he felt the base of the vibroblade.

Emre stretched out carrying the vibroblade with him, it felt lighter than he thought it would. Stepping back he gave the blade a couple of swings to see how it felt. He liked it but wasn’t quite sure about the choice yet. The young student pondered the footlocker a little more before he went back to it to grab another vibroblade. He liked the idea of two single-handed weapons. It allowed him the mobility and at the same time was very powerful to his opponents, he felt very comfortable with the two.

The acolyte kicked the footblocker closed with his boot and nodded towards his master, acknowledging he was ready. He was swinging the blades around testing them out when his master began his lesson. A wooden sick came strikingly close to his head, he almost jumped out of his boots.

Holding steady, Emre listened intently to the different “Zones” Lord Blood explained to him. He tried to take in how to defend each of the zones, but instructions were coming at him fast. He believed he understood what he was being taught.

Zone one, the head; don’t lose it. Zone two, top left half of the body; avoid perpendicular and diagonal slashes. Zone three, the chest, and a very vital zone. If someone were to try and push there way in there he would have to back away and parry attacks. Zone four, top right half; protect the same as zone two. Finally Zone five and six, the legs; avoid losing your mobility. Protect your legs with flips or blocking downward to avoid losing them.

He felt he had a fair understanding of all of the zones after his master had finished explaining him. He retained information at a very fast pace, and prided himself on it. Almost immediately after he finished comprehending the six zones, he found his master moving fast behind him. There was one last zone to cover, and he should have figured that there was. Zone seven, the entire back; sense someone trying to stab it.

“Understood, Lord Blood.” Emre stated turning to face him.

[Slade Xandir]

With an analytical gaze, Blood watched his Acolyte make careful choices, choices he thought well out with his own opinion. The good thing about those opinions were that they were based off of comfort, and facts. Emre was not a massively statured man; he had no need for hefty weaponry. It would only slow him down. The little things were beyond under his capabilities; moreso for the use of assassins and stealth oriented beings. Nimble and limber body sets to compliment them, Emre was not one. Despite the choices made, Blood had full intention of teaching Emre how to use each and every one of these weapons, but he was going to focus on how to utilize a specialty. And with this, he was going to teach him the basics first.

"It's interesting what you've chosen, Emre; I too partake in dual-wield."

It would make it much simpler to train the tanned man in the combat aspects of Shii-Cho, as he would feel less inclined to show him foreign moves that he himself wasn't yet expertised in, yet.

"Form I, or Shii-Cho, is the most basic and versitile form in fighting. It is most useful against opponents who do not wield lightsabers, instead being more useful against those who too, wield metallic weaponary. Form I is ideal when heavily outnumbered and effective against many opponents, but a single opponent can find flaw in it."

The Sith Lord walked from behind the pupil to where the locker was, and pulled out another pair of vibroblades. Not bothering to activate the weapons, he took slow steps back to be in front of his student, and took up the basic pose for Shii-Cho, a braced foot behind him to keep his balance, while a dominant foot was just extended to provide a quick enough leap if he wanted to advance or dodge a manuever. Hands held the blades, his left hand blancing the blade at an angle to provide a quick enough block while the right arm held the blade slightly more diagnally vertical, the main assault weapon of the front.

"This is what you must remain in, this very stance. It will keep you braced and versatile enough to both engare and retract from the battle This very battle happens within 3 circles; the Outter Circle, which is long range, the Middle Circle which is within sword action, and the Inner Circle, which is body to body, much more intimate than what you should goal for unless it is you who holds the advantage."

As he spoke of them, Blood moved towards the student, indicating the distances of each circle. Once he was chest to chest with Emre, he looked down on the man, saying undoubtedly serious, "Never let anyone in your inner circle."

With that done, he walked away, and returned to the outter line of the Middle Circle of Emre, and postioned himself in the ready position.

"Give a few blows with your swords, and get acquainted with the handling."

[Emre Mor]

Emre was particularly excited that he had chosen dual wielding weapons like Lord Blood had preferred. Even though it was unintentional he felt thrilled that he was most comfortable with weapons that Blood has mastered. It meant that he was learning from an expert, he was not regretting following this older man all the way to this moon.

Again he listened to his master instruct him on the basic fighting form. Shii-Cho was an odd name, but one he felt he would get to know very well. As Lord Blood demonstrated the style to the acolyte, he tried to mimic him. He looked over every limb Blood had to see exactly where he placed them.

He kept his right foot back to keep his balance and gain power from by pushing off of. Moving the left foot forward for quick movements to avoid any attacks. The vibroblade in his left hand extended in from of him, which seems to be the primary way of defending in this stance. Assuming all of this was correct the other hand holding his vibroblade fell behind his stance as the primary weapon for attack.

As he began to explain the circles to him, he had found it interesting how in depth Blood was going with everything. He found this circle explanation to be all common knowledge but he also knew that learning this might save him one day down the line.

Once Lord Blood started physically demonstrating the circles, getting closer to him; he felt tenser. He felt uncomfortable with the taller Lord standing there looking down on him. No, he wouldn’t let anyone in his inner circle; especially an adversary. As quickly as he had entered his inner circle he left, falling back to begin more training.

"Give a few blows with your swords, and get acquainted with the handling."

Emre took in this instruction quickly and started lunging towards his master. Attempting to strike blows against his similar style, he tried to assume the movements of Shii-Cho.

“Too much for you?” Emre smirked but it quickly faded as he realized he might take it too seriously and feared a response. “Just kidding….”