A New Beginning (Warvanus, Arkan)

[Kell Sangros]

==Sojourn, Warvanus’ Complex==

Warvanus stood in his gym it looked more like a dojo than a gym and for what this workout would entail this was the perfect place, here Warvanus would meditate and train his martial skills. He circled Arkan, he had proved himself worthy of Warvanus’ time, he had ruthlessness about him, he was like a rock and Warvanus the sculptor, he would chip away the un-needed pieces and when he was done he would be a force to be reckoned with. That is, if he survived training, if not then he would die and Warvanus would move on to the next hopeful he would meet.

This was one of his main sanctuaries that is until his castle’s construction was completed that was being built on Sojourn’s primary, the planet was a gift from his Master and he had been busy on matters that would help him build his own power base. He could pursue his own ends and he would but in the end everything he did was in service to the Dark Side, and to the Sith order and in turn to his Master Lord Blood, the Dark Lord of the Sith. He studied Arkan for a moment.

He then headed over to a wall that had a weapons rack mounted. He motioned for Arkan to follow him. When he was standing beside Warvanus he spoke.

“When I first joined the sith my first Master had brought me to a rack similar to this, here you will choose your training weapon.” He paused “Whatever weapon you choose you will train with, and you will train until you have little to no equal, until such time that you earned the right to a lightsaber this weapon will be your life” He then gestured to the rack. “Now Choose” he said.

On the rack housed blades, single bladed swords, Tonfa style blades, staffs with blades on each end, they were all basic blades better made than the one they had sparred with earlier and maybe he was wondering about it maybe not but Warvanus added “These are all better crafted than the ones we used outside”

When he had picked his weapon, he walked back to the mat , bidding him to follow. He sat down, crossed legged on the mat.

“The Force” he began “is everywhere, it’s in all things, the very same energy that binds you to this realm is the same energy that makes that blade” he pointed to it “the same energy is in the droids, it is everywhere and in time this truth will be more profound as you grow in power.” He took a moment to let that sink in to the would be Acolyte before continuing.

“Peace is a Lie, There is Only Passion, this is the first line of our code. Some Sith do not believe in the Sith Code, I think it is relevant even today, one day you will ascertain if its relevant for you or not. The difference between us and the Jedi is how we approach the Force, Jedi use Peace and calamity to touch the Force, where as we use our emotions, our passion, our anger, our joy” He paused again “Therefore Peace is a Lie, there is only Passion, at first touching the Force will be very difficult and very strenuous but with time and practice it will come easier” he paused to let this all sink in. He had a tendancy to go on but he had a lot of knowledge and it would be a disservice to him, to Arkan to the Sith to the Dark Side if he did not adequately prepare him.

“Now close your eyes, focus on a strong memory , something that makes you feel a strong emotion, and once you have that I want you to try to stretch out with your perceptions, concentrate”

He watched him and waited for him to tell him what he felt

(OOC: Begin Force Sensitivity App 100 Word Req)

[Arkan Wren]

Arkan was watching warvanus as he was circled, arkan knew that he was being studied by warvanus probably. It didn't bother Arkan, seeing as he just stood there his body somewhat relaxed. But he was still ready for anything, as soon as they began moving arkan saw the weapons rack, mentally picking a weapon his eyes came across a vibrosword. Right as they got up there arkan would grab it, running his hand across the weapon he was just like a kid in a candy store. Holding the weapon he would listen to the hulking man, he had little strong emotions but arkan was sure to find some in his head.

(Begin force sensitivity app)

Closing his eyes he would begin searching through his memories, sifting through all of them they held little emotion. That was how arkan tended to live, without emotion, it was something he was taught at the jedi praxuem before he escaped. Infact that was the only rule he ever followed, but it all came down to the time he was taken. He replayed the memory in his head the jedi swooping down, at first arman thought he could get away but as his body stiffened he knew he was done for. It sent a jolt of anger and sadness through his body, with that he began replaying the memory through his head the anger swelling in his body. It seemed as if the sadness was pushed aside, anger was the alpha emotion nothing in arkan's body could stop it. As the energy would flow through his veins, arkan felt brand new and his senses were enlightened but also tainted by the dark side.

"I feel great master, the anger makes me want to fight, steal , kill and just about anything else you can think of. My nose is filled with the stench of rotting flesh and I can faintly hear the screaming of people being tortured. It burns but at the same time I have a drug like high, it's amazing master warvanus. This must be how you always feel isn't it?"

Arkan could feel the force energy going inside of him, and leaving him. The force was in his mind feeding it anger and blood lust, but it was also flowing through his body. Making him feel like he was 10 times stronger, he could feel his weapon vibrating with force energy. It was only a faint vibration, but as arkan stopped focusing on it the vibration disappeared. The hum of the force would pass through his ears, it almost was like whispering but no matter how arkan tried he couldn't decipher what it was saying. Opening his eyes he would look at warvanus, the force was now openly flowing through arkan. His abilities were fully awakened and to anyone that could now be obviously sensed.
(App end)

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[Kell Sangros]

Warvanus was indeed studying the new hopeful. He showed no outward emotions as he spoke describing what he felt, he had done It, he had began his journey to power. The Dark Side had snuffed him out now time would tell if the Dark Side would take an interest in him.

“It is different for everybody” he began “The Dark Side has taken an interest in you, now we must make you desireable to it” which with time and training would do that.


“When I first touched the Force it was as if I was in an ocean of current, pure power, power that I could not yet manipulate or use, with time it will get easier to touch the Force” He assured him.

He stood now in front of him.

“The Force is like a Cerberus” he began “It has three heads, three aspects of the Force if you will. They are Control, Sense, and Alter” He paused looking at his new apprentice. “Now, I want you to touch the Force again, pour your passion and anger into it, I want you to focus on what you feel around you. Follow the currents to the energy fields that surround each thing. From myself to the inanimate objects to the training droids, see if you can feel their imperfections, focus only on what you feel, through the Force you can feel all this but you won’t be able to manipulate it”

Teaching was something new to the Sith Lord, he tried to remember the words of Tormentous his former Master but he could not recall them so he would go on his own experiences

(OOC: Begin Sense 1 App 400 Word Requirement)

[Arkan Wren]

Arkan would nod, he could feel the power flowing through him. He wanted to learn to use it, infact he wanted to use it to improve his craftsmanship more than his combat skills or senses. But only baby steps would lead him there, and he was ready to learn.

(Force sense app begin)

Closing his eyes once more he would concentrate pulling emotions from his memory of being taken. Just as he did before he would let it flow, this time he would expose it to his mind letting it flow. With his brain it was almost like he was touching something with his head the closest thing to him, was his blade so that is where he began with sensing. Moving around it with his mind force energy coated the blade letting arkan see every in to it. There he would realise a flaw in the blade, the density in some parts of the metal was different. That could obviously be exploited. But now stress could be seen on his face as sustaining the mental connection with the force tired him. Taking a moment he would breathe regaining his focus, letting his anger flow through him once more. With that he would begin to stretch him mind to his master, the buff warvanus. Peering his force energy seemed to run more freely with warvanus, and as arkan drew his mind closer he could feel hate and anger resonating from warvanus. But with that arkan was fueled taking it in letting him push himself further, at this point his face was developing a stressed look and was becoming most with small bits of sweat. Moving he could sense the different parts of his body and the force flowing through him. Tracing his skin he could tell were there was scars through the difference in his pigment, the stress was becoming clear on his face as he would push forward from warvanus moving forward was a roaming training droid. Arkan would grunt out at the droid causing it to stop looking at the new boy. With this arkan would take him chance now mentally dragging by the armour his senses dramatically weakened almost like a radio when it was getting farther and farther from radio waves. He found a small crack in the droids armour, seeping through it arkan would begin to explore the innards of the droid the wave of force energy he was riding would trace around every wire and circuit inside of the droid. Arkan himself found few flaws in the droid nothing too damaging to the droid, but with every coming second arkan was being dragged back by his exhaustion. Finally succumbing to his lack of energy the last thing he sensed was a small beetle running across arkans torn shoes.

(App end)

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As he opened his eyes he would bring the tip of the vibrosword down, it would with ease cut through the small beetle. As the young boy would look up at warvanus.

"This blade needs some work along with the training droid, luckily your new student is a technological prodigy"

It seemed arkan was never to tired to flaunt his technological skill, in fact he loved doing so maybe the force wasn't to bad he could use it too improve his own work. With a smile on his face arkan was happy, he felt as if he found somewhere were he truly belonged somewhere that let arkan have his emotions, and let him be free. Unlike the jedi, who told young children to hide there feelings deep in there head.

[Kell Sangros]

Warvanus could feel his exertion and effort in the Force, he studied him as he exerted himself with his efforts. When he had opened his eyes he spoke.

“It will get easier, practice and as you practice the Force will flow easier with you”

He listened to his boast, he said nothing.

As he stood there, two slaves dressed in rags were escorted in by security droids. He looked at them and then back to his apprentice.

“You have taken the first steps into a much elevated state of existence” He began “You touched the Force, and you felt your surroundings, Now I want you to stretch out again and feel the life in this room, forget bout the inanimate objects and the droids and focus on the living in this room. Mainly them” he gestured towards the slaves.

“The Force creates life, each life has a distinct feel, but right now I want you to feel the Life in this room follow the currents allow your perceptions to touch the presences in this room, use your passions, your anger let the hate flow through you”

(OOC: Begin Life Sense App 100 Word Req)

[Arkan Wren]

Arkan would look at warvanus, it seemed arkan was stuck with him until this man was no longer. He couldn't make little conversation, not even crack a joke or two. But it was his job arkan understood that much, taking a moment to breathe arkan would slow himself down.

Begin sense life app

Arkan would close his eyes summoning his anger, taking it from the suffering he endured due to the jedi. It gave him the feeling of passion to learn to push himself now, master the force and teach the true evil a lesson. With this it drove him giving him a brand new feeling, pure rage it allowed him to move around with ease connecting with the force around him. He rode with the energy, taking the harsh waves of the force with each inch he sensed little things from a few small bugs on the floor to the hulking warvanus. But with that arkan strayed away from warvanus, just trying to sense warvanus gave arkan a sinking feeling. It made him want to pick up his blade and try and run warvanus through with it, but it also made Arkan want to curl up on the floor and cry. But as he brought himself to the slaves he felt a new emotion, hopelessness Arkan could feel with the force the ribs sticking from the slaves skin and the rotted teeth and the bugs crawling along there body. But with that he felt strength, they went by each day working hard with little too no food there bodies rotting away as they worked. They both were fairly fresh as they still had hope they would escape from the sith but arkan one that would never happen. Arkan wanted to let the slaves go before they could suffer much more, being beaten or worked even starved to death.

App end
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Arkan would grip his blade looking at his master arkan's face had the look of defiance on it as he would move to the slaves.

"Consider this the only mercy I will give"

Picking up his weapon he would turn on the vibroblade slashing it with all of his strength, combined with the vibration and arkan's power it would have a good chance of cutting clean through both of the slaves midsections hopefully killing them right away.

[Kell Sangros]

Warvanus could feel the anger in his new apprentice, it was like an agreeable scent in the Force. He also could pick up on the drive to want to try the Sith Lord’s life. He would not be a good teacher otherwise as he knew that he desired to possess the power that he embodied much like how he aspires to achieve the power that his own Master embodied. Such was the cycle of the Sith. But the order was in bad shape and numbers were needed but not for the sake of numbers but for the sake of powerful sith so that they can do the work they were called to do which was the business and will of the Dark Side.

“Good” he said as he drew out the word. He had done well

Then he witnessed Arkan strike down the slaves and raised a brow.

“Tell me” he began “Did you strike them down out of mercy? Or because you had the power to?, think carefully before you answer” he paused and when he answered he continued

“We do not kill for killing’s sake, we are not directionless butchers, a time is coming when there will be plenty to kill, I would not have killed them out of mercy, I would have killed them because I possessed the power to do so. With every death I oversee, I become stronger for it” he paused looking at Arkan.

“The Force is like a pond, the currents all flow in unison from point A to B, our enemy would call it harmony, Through the Force we can sense A to B by following the current of the Force as you have just demonstrated, but when there is a death it is like a stone in the pond which causes waves and ripples. A disturbance in the Force is feeling those ripples, we rarely ever know why , but sensing a disturbance in the Force can warn when something is amiss. Not danger necessarily” he paused again gauging his apprentice’s reactions and seeing if he had his attention.

“When I ran my first mission for my former master I was sent to a world called Lucazec where I had to bring its’ overseer to my former Master but I had to make him suffer before I brought him in, while I was on this mission I sensed my first disturbance in the Force when a bomb was about to go off. I was not close to where I was in any real danger but I felt it just the same, I was at where you are at now” he paused again before continuing “When I felt it, it was a odd sensation that something was out of “Harmony” as it were, Death is normally a commonality for feeling a disturbance in the Force, at least at your stage of development” Now he had walked over to one of the fallen slaves, one was still alive, clining to life, suffering.

“Use your passions to fuel the Dark Side and stretch out, let your perceptions be open to any possible disturbance you may feel, and tell me what you felt and tell me how it felt to you in the Force”

With that he gave the suffering slave his release by using his boot to stomp his windpipe, the sickening crunch could be heard. Warvanus did not even look at the dying man, as if he was not even there, he had no remorse, he had no regret. Those were tools of the weak. Another test for his new apprentice.

OOC: Start Sense Force Disturbance 100 word count

[Arkan Wren]

Arkan would listen to warvanus as he spoke the blood from his blade dripping onto the floor as arkan would listen silently. Nodding at every word he said arkan would then watch cringing at the crack of the slaves windpipe.

(Begin force disturbance application)

With that arkan could feel the ripple from the force as the slave died, the energy was unstable and made arkan feel guilt. It wasn't a self imposed emotion either the force implanted it into him, the feeling rippled through his bones. Swam through his mind, but as he felt this outside he could feel the execution of slaves that were no longer in "working order". With this he felt much more guilt giving him a saddened look on his face, none of this felt natural but was forced upon him. Then he would feel systems away the slaughtering of many more people. They were being executed in a firing squad fashion by stormtroopers, with this arkan felt anger he never liked the empire everyone was being controlled by the emperor. It was obvious, inside of his head was a screaming pain as the waves of force energy would rush through his mind. Stumbling backwards the pain was too much for him to handle at once causing him to fall down to the ground his head holding echoing screams of dying people. With this he would dig his nails into his face as the pain rippled through his body, it would set every nerve in his body on fire as arkan would let out a scream. Arkan would twitch as the voices slowly went away, arkan would lay in terror from the power of the force. Arkan would then manically start laughing his voice somehow echoing through the building. Finally coming to his senses he would sit himself up the waves of force energy were gone arkan had looked as if he had seen a ghost.

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(App finished)

"I could feel the death of many people, not only the slaves here but a massacre done by the empire. There screams radiated through my head, it enflamed my nerves and hurt my head. I felt guilt from the deaths of the slaves, but from the imperial massacre I could feel rage it made me want to cut down everything that moves.

Arkan would look up at warvanus his eyes now weary from the experience, arkan was gripping on the hilt of his vibroblade with enough force to smash a hand.

[Kell Sangros]

He watched as Arkan did the exercise, he could sense the conflict, the sadness, the guilt it radiated from him like a foul stentch in the Force. He stood in front of him, he knew the beginning was the toughest, but he also remembered he felt none of those things in the beginning of his training, the only regret was that he could not show his more sadistic side during that fateful first mission, he remembered gouging the eyes out one at a time of the former overseer who was not loyal to his former Master. He looked at his would be apprentice , studied him before he spoke.

“Your emotions betray you” he began “Guilt, sadness have no place among the Sith, Fear on the other hand can be turned around and used as power but it is the power to inflict fear.” He said as he clenched his hand into a tight fist. "Those emotions are those a Jedi would feel and then surpress them” he wondered at the mention of their sworn enemy if it would only fuel his anger.

“Peace is a Lie” he began “There is only Passion” He began “This is the first line of the Sith code, it means that it is our passions that fuel us, that we do not come to the Force at peace or centered. We as Sith approach the Force with our passions giving it our emotions, letting our emotions fuel our command of the Force”

“Through Passion I gain Strength” he continued “Through our passions gives us Strength and with Strength comes power” he went into the next line “Through Strength I Gain Power”

He studied him “Learn those lines well, some do not believe in the Sith Code, but every sith should know its meaning, one day you might make your own code”

“Get some rest, we will resume tomorrow morning early” and with that he had dismissed him