The Apprentice of War (Char Dev, NPCs)(Closed)

[Kell Sangros]

Inside the fortress that had been built on Sojourn’s primary the planet dubbed Karza , in basic it meant War. The Heavy Dreadnaught the Magnetar orbited the planet, a sign that it’s Master the Sith Lord Warvanus was planet side. Things had been relatively quiet within the kingdom that was the Sith Empire. The quiet had been unsettling for the War-Bringer. His Master was attending to matters of the Empire, the Dawn Patrol on some needed R&R , it seemed to be the perfect time for him to choose an apprentice. He had taken a slave who was Force Sensitive and trained him, he had named him Krieger , he had served his Master well, but ever since the events of Lucazec , he had been off, something happened to his top operative on that world. He had become unstable, defiant, he needed to be shown his place. He could of course kill him, but it would be a waste of effort on his part.

His other apprentice, was a former sniper, she had been force sensitive and served Warvanus faithfully, and well during her military career. He had elevated her above the military and dubbed her Kinta Vetasa which in the common tongue meant Siren. He had trained her which she had taken to like a natural. She was a warrior, but now he knew what to do about the matter. After today one would move on to become his apprentice, and the other would be forgotten.

He had summoned both of his apprentices; Kinta Vetasa arrived first, Krieger minutes later. They both stood before the Sith Lord. His expression was impassive. “The Time has come” he began looking at each of them “I have taken you both under my wing and have started you both on the path to power”

He looked at Krieger now “I have taken you from the slave pits and you fought for your survival, and earned my favor to become my apprentice” He then turned his attention to Kinta Vetasa “ With you, you served me on the Dawn Patrol faithfully and with a perfect record, your potential in the Force I rose you above the military and made you my apprentice as well” He took a step back and as he did so the guards who had remained in the background backed up as if giving them a circle, an arena.

“During the days of Darth Bane, apprentices battled each other for prestige, for recognition, this was also true during the days and brief reign of Darth Revan.” He looked at his apprentices; Vetasa took his meaning, while the dawning of recognition on Krieger was absent "Only today you will not be fighting for prestige or even honor, you fight to earn the right to become my chosen apprentice, you will fight to the death and you will do this now” he then returned to his throne which was only a few steps away and folded his hands as if to watch the gladiatorial battle that was about commence.

Krieger unclipped his lightsaber and the crimson blade came to life. Kinta Vetasa unclipped her lightsaber and the violet-reddish blade came to life. They began to circle each other, Krieger with a insane look on his face. “I should have ended you on Lucazec” he spat and then went in for the strike starting with a overhead strike. A strike Vetasa easily deflected not only deflected but countered with an attack of her own. She stepped to the side bringing her lightsaber to meet his and as she did so executed a kick to the center of his chest. The kick hit its target. He staggered back surprised by the move. Vetasa wasted no time to capitalize on the first blow in the fight. She stabbed at his chest with a straight out strike, one that Krieger could deflect but not counter attack, as her technique was flawless.

“Is that all you got wench” he spat venom and anger in his voice. She brandished her blade with a half smile on her lips as if to say “Come Get Some” When he did not attack, she did in a flurry of strikes fast, furious, swift. Krieger did all he could to block and deflect her attacks but all he could do was be on the defensive. She had been trained for this, to be knowledgeable in his style but in the style to counter it and be superior to the former slave. A sobering comprehension rained on the mind of the former slave. His Master had groomed her for this moment. He had already chosen this was just a formality. With the new realization his anger rose, white hot fury as he drew on the Force to push her with it. The Force attack did not catch Vetasa completely off guard but enough to throw her back, Krieger capitalized by a leaping attack, she rolled to the side avoiding the attack, she was slow getting back on her feet as he pressed his advantage, until he sent her lightsaber sailing from her hand. It landed a good six feet away , he returned the kick to the chest that she gave him in the beginning of the duel, which had sent her to the ground. She was breathing heavy now. She struggled to her feet, but Krieger stood over her. His lightsaber pointed at her throat, ready to separate her head from her shoulders. “Yield” he told her.

Warvanus watched with interest, if he killed her he would kill him and he knew that Krieger had figured it out, but one thing was for certain, he had underestimated his senior apprentice. He was half impressed but he could not be allowed to remain alive. He would act when the battle was over.

Kinta Vetasa looked Krieger straight in the eye, her face defiant she would not give him the satisfaction of victory. She had him right where she wanted him. She stretched out with the Force she could feel her training lightsaber ready to return to her hand. He had told her to Yield. “Never” she spat defiantly, she was cold, ruthless, the perfect match for her Master. He went for the killing stroke . she had rolled and got to her feet with ease, she stretched out her hand and could feel her opponents’ lightsaber. With her will she pushed the switch to deactivate the blade. She was successful and as it powered down she summoned her own blade to her hand. It flew to her hand.
Krieger looked at his lightsaber , bafflement on his face what had happened, and then he realized what had happened as the violet-red blade came back to life with a snap hiss. He had in his overconfidence forgot to raise his Force Shield, and she took advantage of it, “Two can play at this game” he told her as he tried the same attack on her, he failed, and as the blade sliced through his neck liberating his head from his body the he must have thought how did it come to this as he left the corporeal for the void that awaited him.
She closed her blade down, turned towards Warvanus and knelt before him.

Warvanus had watched the happenings, he understood why he felt no fear from her. She had counted on him getting the upper hand, it was a brilliant masterstroke, but brash as if it had failed she would be the one lying dead and not Krieger. He rose from his throne and stood over his apprentice.

“You have done well Kinta Vetasa” he began “I knew you would be victorious, and you have shown your commitment to the Dark Side, to me, and eliminated a rival who had outlived his usefulness. You are my Chosen, My right hand” Her head was down, her gaze at the floor

“Thank you My Master”

“Rise” and she did so “Any Adepts who come to serve me shall be beneath you, for you answer to me alone” He was proud of her. She reminded him a lot of himself. It would be this woman who would inherit his legacy, his teachings, his power, she was his chief lieutenant. Now they had work to do.