The wall of the training room was splattered with blood. It's direction going from left to right, as the body of a much larger man fell at the feet of a younger handsome one. The younger's arm was extended to his side, his vibro-blade hummed menacingly as the large man fell at his feet. There was an anguished cry from another large man, the brother of the first the younger had cut down. The large brother swung a vibro-blade of his own in a downward strike, but the younger man moved to the side, slashing his blade at the leg of the larger brother. He gave a yelp of pain as his leg gave out and his blade dropped to the training room floor. The younger man walked up to the larger one. Vibro-blade pointed at the larger man's neck, his eyes which were a bright silver, narrowed at the man he had bested. His gloved hand tightened around the training blade he was given when he came to the Sith Academy on Korriban. He was prepared to lop the large man's head off, when he began begging.
"Araxsis don't do this!" The larger man begged. "Please. I.. I'll leave the Academy! I'll take a shuttle off Korriban. Just please spare me!"
The younger man named Araxsis paused. His silver eyes were still narrowed in a menacing glare, his gloved hand still gripped the vibro-blade that was still humming. This man along with his brother had attacked and tried to kill him. Not that it wasn't something he was not used to within the walls of the Sith Academy. Acolytes were expected to kill one another in order to narrow the competition to better their chances of becoming Sith Apprentices. Araxsis along with a handful of others including the two large brothers who had attacked him were all aiming to become the apprentice of a high ranking Sith Lord named Zash. Yet Araxsis had one of his adversaries at his mercy, having just killed the other. This scum's fate was now in the young Sith Acolyte's hands, and he knew exactly what he was going to do.
His vibro-blade stopped humming as he deactivated it, and he placed it in its sheath across his back. He stepped over the body of the fallen brother as he made his way to the entrance of the training room. Just when the larger man started to get up and thank Araxsis for showing mercy, the young Sith raised his left hand to shoulder height, and turned his wrist. The Force surged from his hand, and the larger brother's head turned in the same direction Araxsis' wrist had with a sickening snap.
Araxsis chuckled darkly as he made his way down from the second level of the academy. His overseer Harkun would have to answer for this, not that he didn't mind taking out his rivals, but he did not forgive being decieved in such a way. His mind wandered as to what he would do to the overbearing piece of bantha fodder when he got the chance. Perhaps he'd snap his neck with The Force, or maybe he'd reduce him to dust with lightning. Then again he could always humiliate the man by taking the Lightsaber Araxsis felt the man should not have clipped to his belt. All three choices sounded good to him, yet he'd be happy once he was apprenticed to Lord Zash if he never saw the overseer again.
The man Araxsis had been thinking of both killing and humiliating, scowled as the young Acolyte made his way into his office. Harkun did not think this slave should have been allowed anywhere near the recruiters for the Sith Academy. The robes the young man had been given when he entered the training grounds for the legendary warriors of the Dark Side of The Force had been torn in several places, where training blades had sliced his slightly darkened skin. The boy's dark brown hair was always unkempt, and at an unruly length. Harkun could swear he was going to get an anurysm from his brash cocky attitude. Yet what drove the Sith overseer to near insanity, were those silver eyes. They held an irritating amount of challenge in the way they gleamed whenever he spoke, and Harkun would like nothing more than to see the light in those silver eyes be extinguished. Yet he had a feeling that he would soon get his wish. If the slave had returned to him, that means the other two that he was in charge of overseeing had fallen. Leaving only the slave, and Harkun's personal favorite Ffon, who he had already sent ahead on his final trial.
"So you've returned." Harkun growled, grinding his teeth.
Araxsis smirked, as his silver eyes gave off that challenging gleam that drove Harkun insane. "Yes, while once there were four, now there are two. And soon your little pet won't be around to see me become Zash's Apprentice."
"We will see about that. Ffon already has a head start on his final trial in the tombs. He'll retrieve the map that Lord Zash wants, and he will become her new Apprentice."
The sound of a female laughing caught the attention of both men, as a blonde woman wearing a combination of Sith robes and armor made her way into Harkun's office. "My my. This is getting very interesting."
"Lord Zash." Araxsis said with a respectful incline of his head, which was returned by the Sith Lord.
"What are you doing here Lord Zash?" Harkun half asked, half demanded.
Zash fixed Harkun with an icy dagger-like glare as she spoke. "Harkun, are you implying that I, a Lord of the Sith cannot go where I wish within the Academy of the Sith?"
"No Lord Zash." Harkun stammered. "I just wished to know why you've decided to grace us?"
Zash did not believe Harkun's quivering excuse for a moment, yet she decided to let it go for now. "I was just going over the wonderful text this Acolyte brought back from the tombs, and it bears important information about the star map I desire. Apparently there is a stasis field around the entrance to an ancient assassin called the Dashade. The map is located within the tomb behind him, and in order to gain entrance, one has to gather several rods and place them around the entrance to the Dashade's stasis field. Once in place, they must be electrified, or the field will not lower."
Araxsis could not help but smirk. Harkun had blundered horribly by sending his favorite pick of the Acolytes ahead without this information. "Uh-oh Harkun. It looks like your pet's in trouble."
"Lord Zash you can't possibly-" Harkun stammered once again, until Zash cut him off.
"Give one student an advantage over another?" She asked icily. "You'll find that I can Harkun."
"Looks like Ffon's bantha fodder Harkun." Araxsis said, as he exited the overseer's office with his head thrown back and a hysterical laugh echoing down the hall as it escaped his lips.