Peace is a lie, there is only passion...
The words raced through Zro-Don's head, his breath a visible cloud of air that puffed from his Kel Dorian breathing mask.
Through passion, I gain strength...His fingers coursed with the force, which shot from his talon-covered fingertips all the way up his arms and to his back. Another visible exhale seethed from his mask.
Through strength, I gain power...
The lights around him dimmed as if the energy had been sucked from the room like a vacuum. The tips of his taloned fingers began to glow with a white energy.
Through power, I gain victory...
Zro-Don's crimson skin grew feverishly hot, dripping with sweat that seemed to vaporize as soon as the drops fell from him.
Through victory, my chains are broken...The Force shall free me!
He opened his eyes and the lights in the room sprang slowly back to life, his eyes adjusting through his mask. Typically the Kel Dor wore specialized goggles over their eyes and a breather over their mouth, but his was modified to be one full piece, and painted a matte black to match his dark robes and clothing. Even the temperature in the room regulated back to normal after his meditation was complete, the room reaching a nice coldness that felt good against his still hot skin.
"Excellent, my young apprentice," Oozed a voice from the corner of the room. A dark figure slowly approaching the young Kel Dor. "Your strength in the Force grows with each day."
"Thank you Master Drakus," Zro-Don bowed humbly, "I hope the student reflects the teacher." He stood straight and looked up to his Master, "I am ready for my trials."
For the past ten years Zro-Don had been training under Darth Drakus in the ways of the Force. From his youth he displayed an even greater natural affinity to the Force than any of his peers, his eyes, when not shielded by his mask, were actually a mercurial silver color, a symbol of strength in the Force. He had lost his family at the age of five, according to Drakus, his family was murdered by raiders, and he had saved the child from a terrible fate by arriving and cutting the brigands down. Zro-Don could not remember much, but he did remember a sudden explosion rocking the space craft his family was traveling to Coruscant in, but the only memory he had after that was waking up in Drakus' ship, asking where his family was. Drakus told him that he was a great Jedi Master, and he would train him in the ways of the Force, and coupled with the contempt from being stripped of his family, he promised to harness that rage into a power second to no one. The power of the Sith.
"You have been a good apprentice my young Zro-Don," Drakus put a heavy hand on Zro-Don's shoulder. "And your trials will test the very core of my Sith teachings within you." Honey was practically dripping from his voice at this point. "You shall usher a new age for the Sith, your Kel Dor blood, fueled by the rage in your heart, shall bring the false Jedi to their knees, and you will be a Hero of the Republic, not only a hero but your word will also be Law." He motioned to a datapad lying on the table.
"That datapad contains the details of your mission, I must go now, contact me once you are done and we shall proceed to the next phase of your ascension." Drakus curtly nodded to his apprentice and marched from the room, the sliding door making a hushed whooshing sound as it closed behind him.
Zro-Don walked over to the datapad and picked it up, the first file he opened contained only a single line which caused him to grip the hilt of his lightsaber tightly. It read:
"SLAY A FALSE JEDI"