Sith Academy [Korriban RP]

[C H E Y E N N E]

This is where the roleplay taking place on Korriban will go.

[C H E Y E N N E]

"Yield!" The sound same from a tall, raven-haired woman, her strangely blue lightsaber blazing as she stood over her opponent, whose red and violet lightsabers glinted as defiantly in place of their owner’s shielded eyes. "Yield, or I'll run you through! The Sith show no mercy, unlike those weak Jedi!" Her coal-black eyes flashed, and her opponent again struggled beneath her, but he smirked, and with one parry he threw her to the ground, the violet lightsaber at her throat. It was clear then that he had only allowed her to momentarily beat him.
"You were close, Miele, but you let your guard down. True Sith strike when they are able - they take the first shot they can. We don't waste time on pointless speeches, and we show no mercy. If your opponent is weaker than you, you strike them down without hesitation," the calm voice stated, and the blazing beams of energy suddenly deactivated. The girl on the ground scowled dangerously and leapt to her feet, shutting down her blue lightsaber in response.
"I'll beat you someday."
"Perhaps. You are getting better, Miele," he allotted. He turned his back then, and smirked when he heard the sudden activation of a lightsaber. He was able to block her with ease.
"But you are too predictable in your actions."
Miele Rossan, prospective Sith, scowled again as she stumbled back. They had been practicing for hours, and while she was panting, her master showed no signs of tiring. Of course, that was to be expected, as Master Wesser was rumoured to be the most proficient around, but without his track record it was hard to know for sure.
"Now, Miele, please recite for me the Code of the Sith."
"But--"
Even though she couldn't see his eyes (or any part of his body above the mouth and below the chin, really), she could tell from his body language that he was glaring at her.
Miele took a deep breath, "Peace is a lie; there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me."
Her Master nodded minutely, giving his approval life. "Yes."
Nearby, Miele watched a couple of the other prospects laughing, and she found herself lifting her chin. It was funny how cheery many of the new Sith Apprentices and Prospects were, though of course there were many rotten ones, always pestering the Hopefuls in the settlement of Dreshdae, which lay just across from the Academy. Only those with a Sith Medallion could get into the Academy, as they proved they had shown themselves worthy. The final decision always rested with Master Yuthura, Master Uthar's apprentice, however.
Useless, the lot of them.

[Rogue of Night]

"Hm."
The brunette with dark eyes turned from her place of spectating, her gloved hands falling at her sides. She had taken her time in watching the events take place before her, and although the training methods were slightly different than those of a Jedi, she still could not differentiate which had proven to be the best of the two.
She paused in her movements, leaning against a rock further along the path, watching from this new angle with piqued interest. Amadarr would persist in her attempts to learn of which side was the superior.

((that sucked, I know D:))

[Natoya]

Laura Fallon watched the battle going on, tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear. She winced as the girl went down, remembering her own training sessions. Clutching the lightsaber in her hand, Laura decided to try and find a sparring partner. She needed to better her techniques and get stronger.

ooc; Haha, better then mine Em.

[C H E Y E N N E]

Kyp Jerrec watched Miele spar with her Master, his arms and ankles crossed as he leaned against the ancient walls of the Academy. Honestly, could she not see what she was doing wrong? He could, even from here, and he was surprised her Master was putting up with her and bothering to teach her.
Of course, one of the rare known facts about Master Wesser was that he had been a Jedi at one point, but it still didn't make sense.
Stretching languidly, the Sith Apprentice, turned away, his brow creasing into a frown.

[Natoya]

Laura sighed, placing her back to a wall and leaning on it. Most of these people she didn't know very well, and she wasn't sure who to approach. Keeping to herself was her normal way of doing things, but it was highly inconvenient when one wanted to train.

ooc; Neither do I Em, but I'm trying. You're not the only one who has no clue what she's doing. XD

[Rogue of Night]

She ran a hand through her hair, ridding her face of fastidious barriers, as her eyes scanned her surroundings. Her lightsaber hilt twitched ever so slightly, indicating the great desire to battle one of those ranking in the Sith generation. She wanted to see how it compared; would it be more enthralling than when she'd spar with the Jedi? She hummed thoughtfully with her decision. Perhaps.

[Natoya]

Laura clutched her lightsaber tighter in her pale hand, her light amber eyes still searching her surroundings for a potential match. She spied a young woman that seemed to be by herself, and forcing the impulse to back away down, she cautiously approached. Perhaps this woman would care to have a go.

[Rogue of Night]

Amadarr glanced over at the approaching Laura, observing the other woman with quiet reserve. She seemed to want something, otherwise she wouldn't be advancing toward her. Perhaps a duel? The thought made a small smirk form on her lips. She would be gladly open to the idea.

[Natoya]

Laura braced herself, smirking confidently. "Hello there." She greeted the other woman. "Care for a challenge?"

[Rogue of Night]

"Perhaps. Depends on what you offer," Amadarr responded coolly.

[Natoya]

Laura just smirked, grabbing her lightsaber from her belt and activating it, the red light now pointed at the woman.

[Rogue of Night]

Amadarr blinked slowly before pushing away from the object of which she leaned upon. Her hands went to either hip, withdrawing a hilt in each hand. She shook her wrists once, implicating further power into her Force as the amber blades shot true. They were long and seemed to flow with intricate energy.
"Choose your battlefield."

[Natoya]

Laura's smile widened as the twin blades that belonged to her opponent lit up. This was going to be tough indeed, and she relished the challenge. Whether she won or lost, she could sense the battle would be intense. She motioned to where they were standing, taking up a defensive pose.

"Right here is just fine."

[Rogue of Night]

Amadarr motioned with a twitch of her head to the rocky outcrop on their immediate left. "Are you so sure? Pray, what's your rank?"