Master and Soon-to-be Assassin (Jack)

[Hayden Warr]

The hour was early. Very early. It was Hayden's first night in the Sith temple and he couldn't sleep. Everything the warrior vixen and her partner said just a few hours ago kept replaying itself over in his head. He was a nobody to them. A nobody to everyone who resided in this temple and he hated them all for it. Coming from a world where everything was handed to you, this life was going to be a great change to him. Hayden was rich from day one and expectations were already where they were supposed to be, but coming to a world where all of that was stripped from him and expectations were more than high, well he would have to find a way to prove himself, even if money couldn't be used to persuade anymore.

Letting out a few grunts in between strikes, Hayden struck the wooden strike dummies he placed all around himself with anger behind each of his attacks. He imagined each of them as the thugs who snuck into his nightclub one night and took him prisoner. They were successful, but in his mind now, he was going to win. He laid a right hook into the dummy in front of him followed by jutting back with that same arm and slamming an elbow into the dummy to his right. Ducking low, he kicked backward at the dummy behind him with his left foot since he just used his right side twice and his trainer told him about weight distribution. Coming back up, he slammed his left forearm high into the dummy on his left in what would be its throat.

He kept up his relentless attacks for a whole thirty minutes, playing over how the assault should of went and not how it really did. Finally done with his training, he walked over to a bench and sat down in the dimly lit training room. A towel was wrapped around his neck, but he just let the sweat trickle from his forehead and down to the tip of his nose. A small puddle of sweat formed on the ground in between his feet as he leaned forward and drank from his water bottle.

"Anyone who was involved that night is gonna burn in a sea of fire when I'm done here." He said aloud to himself.

[Jack Sheetai]

Sometimes all one wants to see is the whole world burn! A voice seemed to echo through the room.

Jack watched Hayden from high up. His feet dangling the clown Sith Knight known as Darth Furor watched the new Disciple closely. From what he saw he liked what he could see. Although the guy could use some work in hand to hand. More so he could use some blades in his hands. That outta help too! So, jumping down to meet him while the man sat on a bench drinking water, the clown Sith sauntered over to him all nonchalant. Whistling a tune, Jack then put his hand at his sides and shifted his weight once or twice studying Hayden.

"You've got the hand to hand down. What about a normal blade? How good are you with those?" Jack asked with a raised eyebrow.

[Hayden Warr]

A clown? Really? He thought to himself. What kind of sideshow did I just join? And they say these Sith are killers. This one must just be one of their sideshows to keep them entertained.

Standing up, the slender man pulled the towel from around his neck and dropped it on the bench beside him. He wore a sleeveless black muscle shirt, matching athletic pants, and street shoes. "A blade? I've mastered that a couple years with my personal trainer before coming here. He was my master before he was assassinated and murdered in cold blood. I'm probably a little rusty though having not used one in around two years now." He extended his right hand forward to the clown for an introduction. "Hayden Warr." He didn't like to talk about his old master. They were close friends and he was murdered one night on his way to Hayden's mansion for a late night training session when thugs gunned him down in the streets.

"I'm beginning to think there's more to you than what I see right now." He said, jokingly. "A very good cover-up for the untrained eye. Creates underestimating and grants you the upper hand before the fight even begins."

[Jack Sheetai]

Jack then grinned as Hayden spoke of being rusty with a blade. Knowing that he was a master of the vibrodagger and any sort of metal blades, the clown then pulled his from up his sleeves. They were in custom holsters that he designed himself. The blades were kept there also with a small magnet because all his blades had a tiny magnet on them to keep them in place when he used them out in the galaxy. Sometimes the Force was necessary to bring them out. Other times he didn't need them. With enough force of his own he could bring them out.

"Rusty huh? I can fix that." Jack said holding his own hand out as Hayden introduced himself, "Pleasure to meet you, Disciple. Sith Knight Jack Sheetai. Also known as Darth Furor."

When Hayden joked about him being more then what the man saw he then nodded. Indeed he was, and, more so he liked being the way he is. Some thought him a weak looking clown. Usually that was their first mistake. Also quite the cover-up as Hayden put it. Makes other underestimate him which is exactly what he wanted.

"Your good. Keen eye and quite observant. I like that in an apprentice." Jack said, "I'm the residential Sith Assasin here. I follow the style of the old Sith Assassins that Darth Revan had once led. Most thought them dead after his brainwashing and his turn to the Jedi. I'm keeping their traditions alive once more."

[Hayden Warr]

So he was right afterall about him being something more. Lucky for himself that he didn't say something mocking he would of regret. "I appreciate your compliments, but I'm merely just a shadow of my former self. I'm trying everything to get back to what I once was." Hayden was quite intrigued about the assassins of old and their methods. "I'm by no means a killer, but I get the feeling that this place brings the other side out of people. And I actually want it to."

Going back to the assassins subject, he continued. "His turn to the Jedi? So he abandoned his own people for the Jedi? Forgive me if I offend, but he sure sounds like some leader." There was a lot of sarcasm in his voice near the end. "Is there a way you can teach me their traditions? I have some loose ends I have to clip and I would like to be ready when the time comes for me to meet these people again." He leaned in closer to Jack. "What do you need? Money, my loyalty and dedication, your personal assistant? Whatever it takes, I'll triple it."

[Jack Sheetai]

Jack smirked, "I was reborn myself. Into what you see today. We all go through it at some point or another. Either when you become a Sith or shortly after. You become 'reborn' as they say."

Pacing around the clown then placed a hand to his chin, "He did. But, they still continued on for a short while. The Jedi thought they hunted them all down. Apparently not since some left behind things for other future Sith to read later. I've not found all of it yet, but, I have quite a few of their tomes. Left them in the Archives."

When Hayden asked if he could teach him the clown stopped and red eyes gleamed with excitement at having another student learn the ways of an assassin, "I can. We can start now. May as well since we're already here."

He then leaned in as Hayden asked if he needed money he shook his head, "All I need is your loyalty and dedication to learning. I have three already. Two learning the ways of the Sith Assasin and one who is learning the ways of the Dark Side. If you wish to learn from me you must take everything you were taught and throw it aside. You won't need it for what you'll learn. I have a future prospect I'm going to see in a few days. She'll pan out nicely."

[Hayden Warr]

At the mention of a female future prospect, Hayden's mind immediately thought of Sky, but why would Jack mention her? She should of been here by now or dead. The chances of her meeting this...clown was beyond possible. He didn't want it to seem like he was begging for information so he just simply opened with a question.

"A prospect, huh? Seems you're quite the popular guy. This prospect of yours got a name? I just wanna know the name of the one who shares my newfound master." He took a step forward in a threatening nature. His tone was stern. "Oh and I'll forget almost everything. There are a few things I'll hold on to, but everything you teach me will be an addition. I owe that to an old friend that died for me. That's all I ask."

[Jack Sheetai]

"Indeed. Seems prominent enough to be a Sith Assassin." Jack said and when Hayden asked her name he then shrugged, "Her name was Sky...I think. Wasn't really listening all that much. Was captivated by her beauty."

Jack saw Hayden step forward in a threatening matter, so Jack then stopped him in his tracks holding his hand up. With the Dark Side he froze Hayden in place. A sly grin appeared on the clown's face although his facial features were already that way. His grin just made them more prominent.

"Remember...I hold the power you seek! Cross me...and die!" The clown said letting him go as Hayden asked to hold onto a few things, "Your request is granted. Some things you can never forget, my apprentice. There are things I'll teach you that you'd have never known to exist. Things I can show you that you've never seen. Only if you swear your loyalty to my teachings that you will become the Sith Assassin you were destined to be. Breaking the bonds of your former life."

[Hayden Warr]

Being frozen in place was different. His entire body stiffened like one giant muscle. Letting him go, Jack fell forward with the momentum and fell to the ground. "Sky? You mean as in Sky Harrison? Caramel complexion, brownish-black hair, beautiful face? You mean you saw her? We were old...acquaintances." So she wasn't lying about coming to the Sith Temple. She was going to be okay after all and finally Hayden could relax. A smile of his own matched Jack's constant grin.

"I'll follow you, my master. I give myself over to you to help me break the bonds of my previous life and forge a new bond with the Sith Empire. As a simple bond I shared with my old master, I will share it with you. Through life and death, I am yours to command. In life, I wish to become your student and your assassin. In death, my Force energy is yours, my master. Use my energy to create havoc and strike fear into our enemies where I have failed." His devotion was cult-like, but he felt it necessary to create that sort of bond since new energies were at play here and in all reality, the Force was going to make him far deadlier than he was before.

[Jack Sheetai]

Jack shook his head 'yes', "Yep, that's her. Can't mistake a pretty face like that. But, yes, I saw...and...bumped into her almost knocking her over. Being my fault I bought her a rifle. As a token of my deepest apologies. We got to talking and I'm helping her hunt down some Richard Humar guy."

As Hayden pledged his devotion to him, the clown was pleased, "Good. You will learn a lot from me, Hayden. A lot. Be ready though. You will be tested and if you fail you will be punished. It ain't gonna be jail time. I make jail time look like a vacation."

[Hayden Warr]

Richard Humar. The name itself was all too familiar but it didn't affect him as much at it would of Sky. Hayden never wanted to leave Richard but he had to and if Richard knew of his power, he would try and exploit it as best as he could. He would hurt those Hayden cared about just to gain leverage over him. Sky on the other hand despised him and even arranged him to be removed from office through his death, but no one in the unit agreed.

"So. Where do we start, master? Failing you will be the last thing I have to worry about." The threat about if he failed didn't even make him flinch with fear. He knew the reality of it all and nearly nothing could be worse than his captivity of being whipped and living without food and water for several days straight. Having to conserve swallowing spit when he was truly thirsty and only then the relief was temporary.

[Jack Sheetai]

"We'll start with you being able to access the Dark Side." Jack said then asked, "I want to to think of your most angered thoughts...or memories. Anything that seriously ticked you off. Feed on it, let it ring through your mind. Once you feel that memory through you close your eyes and then tell me what you feel."

Jack then paced back and forth. Knowing full well that Hayden knew of Sky, he figured that the Disciple would think of the time he was nearly killed. Or what his new prospect had told him of it anyways. The clown didn't know that it was Hayden, well, until now that is. He revealed all that the moment he answered Jack's statement about knowing Sky. It seemed the two were still connected in some way.

[Hayden Warr]

There were so many thoughts. So many thoughts he could choose from, but one of them hit home more than anything. The leader of the Ghosts...The Cloak. His rival. His nemesis. Hayden closed his eyes and let the scene play as if it were happening today.

Nar Shaddaa- Under the Lower City - The Ghosts Hideout

Members of the Ghosts gathered in a large circle as their father, The Cloak , engaged in decimating Hayden deep underground in their compound called the Crypt. This was Hayden's chance to shut down the gang that terrorized corporations because of their inability to care about the lower class, but he was greatly mismatched. From the beginning of the fight, he hadn't landed a single blow to The Cloak and he himself suffered all of the injuries.

Innocent businessmen and news anchors were strung up high in mid air and chained as they watched the entire fight unfold. Every single one of them, Hayden had seen and or protected from Ghost intervention before. Muffled cheers from the Ghosts could be heard under their masks as their father dismantled the non-believer known as Hayden. "Hayden Warr. Your identity is no longer a secret. I see through the hood and mask. I know who you are." Hayden staggered to get up and threw a slow punch at The Cloak, but the onyx colored armored man sidestepped the punch and stuck out his arm to clothesline Hayden hard in the throat, knocking him to the ground. "The Lower City, your city, continues to thrive on the rich stealing from the poor and you feel as though you are protecting it. Lies! Lies you've led yourself to believe, Hayden Warr, but we know the truth! We know of your failure." His deep, muffled voice was hidden under a voice changer in his full face helmet. "The businessmen and women you see chained above us are those who have hurt the very people in this room and those people have flocked to me for answers....for justice! Revenge! Vengeance!"

A heavy boot slammed into Hayden's chest repeatedly until the assassin rolled out of the way and rose to his knees. "What you're doing is murder. All of you! I can't let you do this to these people! Just let them go and deal with me alone." The Cloak ran at Hayden with his black cloak flowing in the wind and delivered a powerful right hook to Hayden's jaw, knocking him backwards from his knees and to his back. "Oh there is nothing you can do to stop us, Mr. Warr. Blood will be shed tonight, it MUST be shed, and the only ones who can achieve true justice is us. The Ghosts will wage war in the streets once Richard Humar comes to power! We've been watching you. How else did we know you would eventually find us here? You followed our clues right into this trap but I already knew how to beat you. I've studied your weaknesses. Your affection for your comrade in your unit. Your sudden interest in undertaking Richard Humar. All of it has made you weak and this city suffers because of you. And now...I will break you in front of every one of these people you failed to protect. Tonight, you will witness what it's like to witness death in a true justice system!! The Lower City thanks you for your service but you are no longer needed, young hero."

The sounds of the chained people above him going limp and then catching suddenly. Gurgling sounds and snapped necks could be heard echoing throughout the stone room.
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Hayden could feel the final cries of those he let down right before they were hung like shrills down his spine. His body warmed with his growing anger and inner turmoil. "I feel connected with my inner beast. I can feel the entire room...moving. Better than some cheap high. It's like all of my senses are working at the same time. I want justice." His last sentence slipped out, but he couldn't help his anger. The Cloak was right. He failed those people that night and he was supposed to die on that floor but the Ghosts gave him a second chance at life. A chance to rethink and become The Cloak's apprentice.

(OOC: You can see pictures of what The Ghosts look like and The Cloak if you look at my albums.)

[Jack Sheetai]

"Ah, that is the Dark Side, my apprentice. Embrace it. Release your anger." Jack said breathing in and out himself.

Jack then paced back and forth. He then let his own aura be known to Hayden. Not like he could hide it. He'd not had the training yet to do so. So, his aura would be felt by anyone in the vicinity. Still, he figured he could teach Hayden how to sense the Force in others, and, other things entirely. The Dark Side was marvelous to him. Gave him focus and power! All the power he could ever dream of!

"Close your eyes, and, with that tell me what you see. Your eyes can decieve you, Hayden. See with the Force. Sense what is there. Then, tell me whether it is dark or light. Or neither one." Jack said still pacing back and forth.

[Hayden Warr]

Hayden held onto that power roiling inside him, like two hands clenching it and holding it in place so that it wouldn't dissipate into nothing. "The air feels heavy." His eyes still closed, his facial expression slowly changing as did the environment around him. "It's like a smog from a city, corrupting the air, stealing away its purity, and bringing forth darkness. It's...it's hard to explain but I can feel something fueling this corruption. The direction is coming from the sound of your voice."

Hayden began stumbling through the darkness of his eye lids and walked closer to Jack, stopping abruptly three feet from him. "This is the source. You." Even with his eyes closed, his battle awareness kept him wary of his surroundings. Before he closed his eyes for the first time, he made mental note of how many steps it took before he got to Jack. "You are like a smoke stack emanating this corruption...and it feels good. It feels like home. The thick smog in the air of Nar Shaddaa. It's all the same, except you can manifest it."