The Slave Pit (Char Development, Open to any Sith)

[Kell Sangros]

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Warvanus decided to do something different in his training regime, he normally worked out in the training room but he grew bored with droids. He needed some “fresh meat” and he knew where to find it, inside the Slave Pens, slaves of the Sith Empire would be kept, some were just trying to stay alive, some fighting amongst themselves. His lips lifted into a cruel smile. He pointed to 4 of the slaves and instructed the guard to bring them to the training room and to be sure to seal the door shut when they arrived. With that Warvanus went off to the training room. When they came in they had looks of puzzlement on their faces. The door sealed. Warvanus looked at them before he spoke.

“Slaves are never given this opportunity, you will never get another one like it” he began his voice booming. “Take one of the blades and if you can kill me you will be granted your freedom, never to be pursued by the Sith Empire” he was of course lying. He held his blade, the same blade that served him in his training; his lightsaber remained clipped to his side.

Warvanus drew himself into the Force he could feel their fear and their terror and of course their anger. He had read about being able to draw on the emotions of his enemy to make himself stronger and that’s why he was doing this training regiment this way. The slaves circled him like a gang about to mug a lone man. Warvanus did not move instead through the Force he could feel their terror it was like a bubble encasing them. It called to him, like a mistress to her lover. It threatened to overwhelm him but he was made of stronger stuff and he would not let the emotions overwhelm him by sheer force of will.

He called on the Dark side, calling on his anger and his contempt for these peasants and when he did this his perception of their emotions changed. The emotions themselves were still there but instead of perceiving it like a bubble; he perceived it as a river. His awareness immersed itself into the terror and anger of one of the slaves. He wanted to gasp, his senses were feasting on the emotions of the first slave and he felt like his senses were sharper, his command of the Force even stronger, almost as if he had infinite power, this would threaten to overwhelm him. It would do no such thing as the effect was temporary. It was truly intoxicating, and like a drunk or a spice addict he wanted more, so he did the same thing to the other three slaves. He had never felt stronger, more focused as if everything in the universe came a bit more into focus. All this felt like a lot of time had passed but in actuality it was a few moments and when Warvanus did not make the first move, the slaves did.

The first two slaves moved in to attack swinging at different areas, one for the chest, and the other for his legs. It was a sloppy attack one that he could avoid by jumping back a bit though it was more like a hop. Those attacks came up empty and before they knew what was happening Warvanus had taken his blade and beheaded one and stabbed the second in the heart. They fell offering no more resistance. Before the third one knew what was happening he found Warvanus’ blade embedded into his chest. He fell. That left the last one and the sith.

The last slave was pouring a lot of fear and terror into the Force. Warvanus like the first three immersed his awareness following the currents to this abundant pool of terror. He bathed in it the faintest of cruel smiles shifted Warvanus’ lips upward. He balled his fists the slave still didn’t attack. Warvanus was on him unleashing a combination of punches and kicks, then taking the blade and beheading the last slave. It was done. He let the weapon drop from his hand.

“Clean this up" he said as he left the room to adjourn to his quarters.

The Next Morning…..

Warvanus had spent his morning exercises meditating on what happened. He had read about Darkside Adepts using the Darkside in this way to feed off the emotions of their enemies and using it to fuel their power. He had felt that what he experienced the day before almost overwhelmed him. He could have easily let himself go into the depths of the darkside. It was definitely a source of potential great power. Warvanus felt marveled at the doors that the Force was opening for him, he had felt like he had been delving into the reservoir of power and knowledge adding it to his own, increasing his power. He would make use of this new skill. It was a basic one for a Sith but, With time and practice Warvanus would be able to use this ability, and practice he would do.

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[Kell Sangros]

As always Warvanus trained, and studied and then trained some more. Those kills in the Slave pens was an eye opening experience for this Sith. It had been several days since he had first visited and had since been practicing the new technique. But now he was observing the slaves, their Master on Warvanus’ right. He watched them, why and what he was looking for he was not certain. Maybe fresh meat, maybe a slave of his own. It was almost an hour before abruptly Warvanus told the Slave master to send 2 to the training room. He was going to practice and needed live targets. After he issued his decree he turned and left. It had been a waste of time for him. He hated wasting time that could have been time better spent training.

He waited for the slaves in the training room. He stood there his hands folded behind his back. He studied the two specimens that were brought to him. He would not give them the benefit of emotion. He simply told them to grab a blade. He was about to tell them their purpose but then he felt it in the Force. A tug not a summons but the Force itself nudging him. He thought better of it he wouldn’t fight them , they would fight each other.

“You two will fight to the death, the winner will be rewarded, you will begin….NOW”

He studied them as they engaged in battle, the sound of metal on metal as their blades clashed. Both seem to be on equal footing which is to say they were maybe a step up from Rancor dung. He watched their technique, sloppy at best on both of them. He did not move , nor did he show any look of approval or disapproval.

The battle went on when one of the slaves penetrated his opponents defenses and impaled him on his blade. The Slave dropped he was dead. Warvanus looked at the corpse and then to the victor.

He did not speak for a long moment but when Warvanus did it wasn't a congratulations “Defend Yourself” With that Warvanus unsheathed his blade.

“You promised I’d be rewarded” the slave stammered

Warvanus for the first time let himself smile “I did” he began “You will have the honor-” he abruptly stopped as he felt something in the Force. A tug a nudge a soft silken voice in a whisper “Keep this one”

Warvanus looked at the slave, he drew on the Force (sense force user) and immediately he understood. He could sense something different about this slave, a potential lay there. He was in no position to train an apprentice not while he was one himself. Well technically an Acolyte. But Warvanus knew he was beyond that stage of development. This slave would make a good agent..

“Who is your owner slave” He asked

The Slave answered in a automatic tone no doubt something that was drilled and beaten into him “Wen Antil” he said. He circled the Acolyte sheathing his blade. The slave who did not know what to think would not lower his guard as Warvanus circled him. Warvanus was sizing the slave up as he was evaluating he asked “Do you have a name slave?”

“No name My Lord”

Warvanus nodded “What does your master call you?”

“Slave but if theres more of us I am called 00293” With this the slave had lowered his blade and showed Warvanus his slave brand.

“Well…. 00293” began Warvanus “You have a choice and depending on the choice you make will determine the rest of your existance” He had stopped circling him he was now in front of the slave

“You can remain Wen Antil’s property, or you can enter my service, in my service you will be given a name, this is not freedom but your conditions will be vastly improved. Choose now” he ordered

The Slave did not hesitate as he dropped the blade and his knees in subjectation “My Master”

“Rise, I will assign you quarters and more appropriate attire” He would go have a conversation with Wen when he left here. He knew the lowly Lieutenant would not oppose him for to do so would mean death. To the military he was a Lord. Among the Sith he was an Acolyte. He looked at one of the guards. “Assign him quarters and escort him there” he looked at 00293 “Get a meal, freshen up I will visit you soon and I will outline your role in my service” With that he turned on his heel and walked out of the room.

Warvanus found the Lieutenant and informed him, the Lt did take issue in which Warvanus had helped the Lt shed his mortal coil. It was complete. This slave would be the first person to contribute to his power base.

[Kell Sangros]

Some time had passed before Warvanus made his way to his new agent’s quarters, almost as if he anticipated it the door slid open . Warvanus made a mental note of it, while he would be an instrument it might be beneficial to give him some basics to make him a more formidable agent. He did not wait to be invited in he stepped inside the room and the door hissed closed behind him.

He handed him a small box inside contained all the credentials he would need which included his new name. “Your access cards” he explained. “You are no longer Slave 00239 , you are now known as Vector, that is your code name, if you wish an alias you may come up with your own name but you will answer to Vector”

Vector bowed his head “Yes Master”

“Sit down” he pointed to his bed while Warvanus took a chair. “You will answer to me, and to me alone, you will be my eyes, and my ears and my voice when it calls for it. You are my exclusive agent. In time I will also teach you some basic techniques in the Force since you appear to have an affinity for it, which is why I chose you” He lied there, it was the Force who nudged them together. “If you prove yourself well in my service I will place other agents beneath you, serve me loyally and I will reward you, betray me and you will die, that is the way it will be”

“What is your will M’lord” he asked as if sensing an assignment coming

Perceptive Warvanus thought to himself. He will become a valuable asset. “For now, familiarize yourself with the structure of our Empire, You have access to the training arenas go and brush up your sword technique and your marksmanship, for there will be times you will be my assassin, your life is mine now Vector and I want you fully capable,” and then as an afterthought “Defeat is a state of mind, you are not defeated until you accept it as reality Let that be your first lesson."

With that Warvanus rose and walked to the door over his shoulder he added “You have your assignment” and with that he walked out the door hissing shut behind him.

Vector ran his hand through his straight brown hair it was about medium length enough to put it into a ponytail. He looked at the credentials he had been given He pocketed them and rose and departed and headed for the training room where he would work on his combat skills he now had to prove he was worth the effort, if he did that he would survive and maybe even be elevated in status. Right now he had it better than all the slaves in the Empire.