Training [Warvanus]

[Noffiti Hideme]

Noffiti woke up early in the morning. She got dressed and slipped her mask on. She pulled out her herbs and began the process of making her poisons. She vialed a few and put them with her others. She vented the room and went to rebandage her knuckles. Her head was surprisingly quiet, which made her morning easier.

Read through the datapad Warvanus had given her and memorized the few plants and roots she hadn't known of or much about.

Noffiti, I'm really sorry for yesterday.

"I'm not mad at you, Aedus. I'm mad at everyone else."

Aedus quieted down as Noffiti left for the gym to train.

[Kell Sangros]

He had barely slept instead he had spent most of the night researching the locations shown in the map that he had found inside the tome. It was a welcome distraction. However morning was approaching and he was meeting Noffiti in the gym.

He arrived first and had decided to spar with one droid, he had set it to a higher level and Warvanus soon found himself in the thick of sparring, His focus on his opponent. Blades clashing like whirls of light endless strike and counter strike.

He poured his anger into the spar after a moment of carelessness earned him a graze on his arm from the lightsaber the droid. Something inside him snapped, he released the cage beast and the duel continued on but the strikes from Warvanus were harder and faster now. And then in a masterstroke he dodged an swing from the droids lightsaber to counter with a strike, taking the droids hand right below the hilt of the lightsaber and if that wasn’t enough he let out a guttural primal bloodthirsty growl as his stroke then removed the droid’s head followed by a stabbing motion putting the blade through its chest.

The spar was over the droid laying on the ground in pieces. Warvanus had stood there breathing hard his sulfuric golden yellow eyes eyed the carnage and then turned his back to see if there was anybody watching him.

[Noffiti Hideme]

Noffiti watched with a mixture of fear and awe as he removed the hand from the droid, followed by its head and a stab through its chest. She stood still as he turned around, yellow eyes finding her. "We all get angry," was all she said before she walked over and pulled out a vial of paste with a muted color.

She opened it to put some on the cut at his arm, but thought better of it and closed the lid. She held it out to him without smiling. "The maids have to repair three holes in my wall. This'll reduce any pain and speed up the healing. It was a lifesaver for me growing up." Her voice was quiet and sincere.

[Kell Sangros]

He saw Noffiti standing there watching. His eyes remained their darken golden state. He was angry not at the wound but that the droid found a hole into his defenses. It reminded him he had a ways to go towards Mastery. He rose a hand and balled it into a fist “Anger is power” he told her then released the fist and lowered his hand as he also deactivated his lightsaber and clipped it to his belt. His blue iris’ slowly returned as he let the anger go until needed again.

He took the salve “Thank you” he began and then handed it back to her “Pain is also a powerful ally” he listened to her about the three holes.

“Well” he began going over to the heavy bag “put these on” he handed her some boxing gloves “Your first exercise will be to beat the snot out of this bag, remember tighten your fist at the moment of impact so it will give you more power” he wondered if she did that when redecorating her room.

[Noffiti Hideme]

Noffiti nodded when he handed the vial back. She out it in her satchel with her other vials. They were all different sizes and filled with helpful mixtures as well as harmful ones.

She removed the satchel and her own black gloves. Her right knuckles were bandaged tightly and tinged a faint red. She slipped on the boxing gloves and walked up to the punching bag. "I thought we were working on triggers." As much as she didn't want to, she was curious. Without waiting for his reply she got into her stance, brought her fists up, and began throwing punches at the hanging bag. She put a lot of power behind her punches in hopes to relieve some more anger.

[Kell Sangros]

He watched her as she started to punch the bag. “Who says we aren’t first you need to unleash your anger and what better way “he motioned to the bag. He watched her pound the bag, she had good form in her punches.

“Go ahead and throw some kicks at it too” he told her.

He watched as she worked the bag his hands behind his back watching he paced around her and the bag observing.
“Tell me about the others” he said after a long moment of silence

[Noffiti Hideme]

Noffiti grit her teeth and launched into a few solid kicks. She continued fighting the inanimate bag, imagining an opponent attacking her.

"Bella is the tactical one." She panted between her sentences. "She doesn't think things through, but she is better in a life threatening situation." It was true. Bella had once had Noffiti act quickly when she was about to fall from a tree. She had her grab onto the branch and climb up again. "Aedus is the shy and scared one. There isn't much to her besides her fear."

"Tam is the kindest of us. She does random acts purely on kindness and nothing else. Nola is the romantic one. She says her name is melodic because of it." Nola had once gotten Noffiti to flirt with a guy, but once she had regained proper thoughts she told him she hated him. It wasn't entirely true. She just wasn't into men in a romantic way.

"Renvir is the angry one. She loses her temper the quickest and she'll lash out with words or fists if she's in control. I try the hardest to keep her hidden away. I hate her." A small voice in the back of her mind was yelling hatred back at her. She pushed that voice back until it was silent again. "Alia is wild and impulsive. If there is something on her mind she will do it and not even consider the possible -- or inevitable -- consequences."

Noffiti finally stopped and held out her hand to stop the punching bag from swinging anymore. She looked over at Warvanus, waiting to hear his evaluation.

[Kell Sangros]

He nodded then realized she was wanting him to say something. “I think” he began
“That each one is a fragment of a whole” He still paced around her and the bag.
“What you have to do is get them all under your thumb, and make them submit to
You as the dominate” he had stopped in mid circle. “For example this Renvir,
Would make a good well to tap into to fuel your command of the darkside, if
You could control them at will you would be well on your way to becoming powerful”

Not that she wasn’t powerful but there was so many meanings and implications to the
Word. If she could get those shards of herself to work in unison, she would be very
Powerful indeed. Then to change the subject he asked.

“What do you know about Revan”

[Noffiti Hideme]

Noffiti removed the gloves and set them down. When he mentioned that Renvir would be useful her nostrils flared and she clenched her jaw. "Renvir is a ticking time bomb. I don't care if you think she is useful. I have known her majority of my life and she is not something to be considered useful. I keep her quiet every minute of the day. She doesn't get to say anything." She nearly snarled the last part. She wasn't necessarily mad at Warvanus, mostly Renvir.

She slipped on her own black gloves when he suddenly switched subjects. Revan? "No. Never heard that name. Is he another Sith lord like Blood?"

[Kell Sangros]

He could feel the anger coming off of her like a flowing river. It was delicious to the Sith Warrior. But he also believes she misunderstood him. Calmly he told her. “I never said Renvir herself would be useful, but the anger you say she possess would be. Followers of the Darkside use their emotions to fuel their power in the Force, if this were the Jedi and thankfully we are not, they would try to heal you, to mend your broken psyche back together to fuse all those personalities back into one.” He paused to let that sink in then continued “The Sith, will help you reach your full potential as you are. You have the ability to use those strengths inside you that are not wholly your own and make them yours make those others submit to your will”

She had never heard of Revan. At this he smiled a bit “He sorta was, Revan was unique, he lived about 4000 years before our time, he started out as a Jedi, a brilliant military strategist, powerful warrior, and a charismatic leader. He aided the Republic against the Mandalorians. When they were defeated he took his fleet to the unknown regions, and found Drommond Kaas where Vitiate turned him and his apprentice Malak to the Darkside, It’s said that Revan was the first to use the Darth title. Once this happened, he turned his fleet on the Republic.” He paused to let her process before continuing “During a battle a Jedi strike team boarded Revan’s ship to confront him. His Apprentice Darth Malak turned on his Master and fired on his ship. The damage had rendered Revan unconscious and Revan was brought before the Jedi council where they repaired his mind and stripped his identity away and implanted one loyal to the Republic. As time went on he re-learned the Force and some of his memories started to return. He confronted Malak and killed him. Once this happened, its unclear what happened. Only that he returned to Dromond Kaas for answers on his past, and that he reclaimed all his lost memories ,he was captured by Vitiate the Sith Emperor who lived for 1000 years and little more is known, some say that for 300 years he was kept in statsis as Vitiate fed off of him, while Revan was trying to prevent Vitiate through the Force to attack the Republic.” He paused again and took a seat as he continued his tale.

“What happened after he was freed is even less known , an order was founded on Dromond Kaas called the Revanites at first they were a pacifist group founded by various members of the Sith Empire. At some point Revan himself reorganized the group and it became militaristic with members of both Sith and Republic in his ranks. At some point he had split in two, his spirit was of the lightside while his physical self was of the Darkside. I do not know how this happened but I do know they fused back together, and when it did, he became one with the Force” he paused again “or so Ive read”

“I bring Revan up because a little known fact is I am a historian it is a hobby, especially when the history is of our order, Revan has been a topic I have longed studied I can relate to him as I too had lost my identity, I have little memory of my life before I became a Sith, and none before I had joined a resistance cell on a backwater world, some say Revan did the impossible and was the embodiment of the Force being balanced. Countless Force users have tried to mimic his accomplishments but all have failed. I am fascinated with more his life and his teachings. So far I have found nothing in the way of his teachings but only historical accounts.” He looked at her “One of your excercises might entail exploring a haunt of his order, but it is on Dromond Kaas and if we do this I first must get Lord Blood’s blessing as it involves leaving Sojourn and visiting a Sith prison planet. The Darkside is strong on Dromond Kaas. So if we do this, I need you in control” He wasn’t stern on the last few words but matter of factly.

“Do you have any questions?”