The Sword and the Spirit (Sith Academy)

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Jansen Cade		#41	[url]	[-]
Posts: 383 06/23/09 02:46:12 It's Not the Joy That Kills You It's the Sudden Stop At The End	Jansen sucked on a tooth, a moment of rare forethought, and smiled. As much fun as completely deserving detention would be, he wanted to try something different... something unexpected. And then it hit him... good behaviour. No one ever saw that one coming from him... "Hey..." he offered. "Why don't we IMPRESS the bitch? That'll be funnier than any barroom brawl we can come up with... now what can we do..." Looking around his chair, he searched for something to do, something to show he wasn't an utter asshole. He settled on his wallet, looked to Hakaril, and threw it in an arc towards him, saying, "Here. Catch this with your brain..." "You'll have to forgive me," Adrastos said. "It's a Naboo bee hive at city hall right now, and this was the only time I could find to get out here. I promise I'll be out of your hair in no time." Patting his pockets in search of a lost item, he finally produced something from his inside breast pocket, a small datapad that he read from. "Now... this happened relatively recently... Oh, today, actually... I'll have to give someone a raise... about a fellow named Bo who got a head injury? It reads as being pretty rough... Are things... under control here?"
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Darth Shakti		#42	[url]	[-]
Posts: 1658 06/23/09 22:35:24 Once you figure out what a joke everything is...	"Hn," was Shakti's only reply to his excuses. If this was the only time he could get out here, he could still have made arrangements ahead of time. Guys like Adrastos probably didn't take a shit without scheduling it with their secretaries, assistants, interns, and various other underlings who made a living managing his time. But whatever. Evidently he had come here to express concern that her students had gotten in a fight. He could have called for that. Or, novel idea, he could have butted the fuck out of a single altercation at a single school in the area he--at least nominally--governed. "Listen," Shakti said, doing her best to be as patient and gracious as she possibly could. "If you're so damned busy that you can't drop me a buzz on the comm that you're coming, how is it that you have time to follow up on every schoolboy scuffle that happens in this city? Unless," she rested her hands on her hips and tilted her head, a glint in her eye rather like an aiming vulture, about to drive its beak down into his warm, gooey vitreous humor. "You're giving us 'special attention' that you don't give other parochial schools?" She knotted her fingers together and straightened her arms, cracking the joints in her hands casually. Now that she'd given him the requisite amount of shit for screwing with her class, she could get on to an actual answer to his question. "We've got rowdier students than some of those places. However, we've also got a slightly stronger hand with them. Think of this as... a... reform school," she clarified. "Troubled kids come in, and ideally we send disciplined and intelligent citizens out." After all, what could be more dangerous than a disciplined and intelligent Sith? "Sometimes they'll get in fights. Guy with the injury got a bandage on it and came back to class, which shows a good work ethic on his part." Unlike a mayor who spent time harassing school administrators instead of seeing to the business of governing. "The undisciplined little man that I'm betting did it..." Shakti shrugged. "Will be dealt with a the administration of this school deems appropriate." This school-mistress shit was really getting to be a pain in the ass. Why did she have to deal with guys like this instead of teaching? Well, that's easy. Because otherwise it's Arumi, or Declan, or... blast, TENDRIL. "Now you've made your point that you have people investigating us. And now you can go back to town and tell all those ignorant frightened voters that you're keeping the Sith safely intimidated into behaving or whatever they need to hear to vote for you next time around. So may I please go back to my students?"
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Jansen Cade		#43	[url]	[-]
Posts: 383 06/23/09 22:57:08 It's Not the Joy That Kills You It's the Sudden Stop At The End	Haltingly, Adrastos attempted to enter the conversation, hoping he could jump in and begin something resembling a conversation. Just... one... just let me say ONE damn thing! Gah... it's like trying to plug a waterfall with a rubber stopper! Finally seeing the end of her tirade, he responded, "In just a moment," he said, wanting to clarify himself. "But first I simply want to work out exactly what I was trying to convey, because I couldn't quite get a word in edgewise there. "Now... I agree with you. TOTALLY. I do. I want these kids to get the best darn education possible. I just want them to be as SAFE as possible too. Think of me as... a resource, something you can call upon when you need something. New schoolbooks, a bus full of frozen deserts when they've been good... or if you need a stronger hand... a security system, a small security force... Basically... what you need... I can give. It was a good year for the economy. We can find the money for it, trust me." He looked at his wrist chronometer. "I should let you go. I have to head on back to the hall. They're voting on a new traffic bill today and I have to give it a slow death." He took a step away, then stopped and turned back with one more question. "Unless there was something else on your mind...?"
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Hakaril Silvar		#44	[url]	[-]
Posts: 139 06/27/09 18:03:40 Sith Apprentice Birthday Boy Hair Dye Enthusiast	Hakaril's eyes widened slightly as the wallet sailed toward him. Not the kind of thing you could sit and think about forever. Couldn't let Jansen screw with him. React! The wallet's arc slowed and the object halted in midair, wobbling a bit as it hovered. The surprise of successfully catching the incoming article broke the apprentice's concentration and it dropped an inch or two before Hakaril successfully regained control. Eyes closed, he slowly dragged the wallet through the air toward him with an intense expression on his face. Tentatively, as though worrying that moving his body might interfere with his grip on the object through the Force, he reached out and took the wallet out of the air and into his hand. Whoa, Hakaril thought, somewhat stunned. I didn't think I'd be able to do that, but necessity forced me into it. I might be good at this after all. "Thanks," quipped the blue-haired man, opening the wallet and thumbing through the contents. "You were so willing to throw this away. You don't need it back, do you?"
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Darth Shakti		#45	[url]	[-]
Posts: 1658 06/27/09 18:56:01 Once you figure out what a joke everything is...	So Adrastos was offering the friendship and patronage of the local government. If there was one thing Shakti was afraid of... it was the friendship of politicians. "Clearly my legendary love of popsicles precedes me," she commented dryly when Adrastos offered to send massive quantities of frozen treats to the Academy. Incentives and punishments were all well and good, but Shakti was beginning to see the importance of being the only one handing out the rewards and punishments. These were Sith, and they needed to learn to answer to Sith... not smiling babykissing friendly villains like the local politicians. "Your generosity's appreciated. Sorry if I assumed that you were taking an untoward interest. We've got a lot of political forces weighing on us right now, and there are an awful lot of people who want to get in here and influence my students. They're brilliant and talented, but they're impressionable. Gotta look out for... well, bad influences." Her words were apologetic, and her meaning almost was. But it was also a backhanded acknowledgment of what she thought Adrastos was trying to do along with everybody else. Hell, she wouldn't be surprised if the Jedi stopped by to express "friendly" interest. Politics. She hated this passive-aggressive crap, needling people politely so that they could still be blamed when they retaliated. She hated it, and she hated that she was getting better at it. "Good luck with your traffic bill. If you get turned around on your way out, just ask the, uh... hall monitors. One will be nearby, whether you see them or not; they always are. Just... you know," she added. "To help make sure visitors and truant students get where they're supposed to be." Paranoid? A bit. Unjustifiably so? Not for a second. When overseeing an Academy of developing Sith, it was important to err on the side of vigilance and control. A moment's relaxation, a single careless and trusting conversation, could bring everything collapsing down around them. If Adrastos didn't know enough to be careful, Shakti would have to be careful enough for two. Last Edited By: Darth Shakti 06/27/09 18:59:10. Edited 1 time.
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BoAnschentz		#46	[url]	[-]
Posts: 118 06/28/09 14:08:39	Bo seemed to be having some trouble, on principle, with this exercise that Shakti had prescribed for the group of groups--made apparent by his mingling of disbelief and indignity scrawled all over his face at its announcement. As he saw it, he was unable to comply. There were therefore two primary ways to learn. One involved listening in to the others' conversations of this "contact with the force," but Bo would stick out like crazy if he stood in the middle of the gathering and seemed to all appearances to not be doing anything. No, he would have to insult the instructor, and learn firsthand what she was talking about. That Jansen, that troglodyte, had somehow been coerced away from harassing the one with the blue hair was interesting, but Bo could not tell what was happening. It was time to learn, for once in this day of damnable seminars. Casually, and without announcement, Bo made for the exit as the groups did their thing. He reached for the door handle, knowing full well that he would be noticed, and steeled himself.
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Jansen Cade		#47	[url]	[-]
Posts: 383 06/28/09 18:41:37 It's Not the Joy That Kills You It's the Sudden Stop At The End	"I'll do that," Adrastos responded, finally heading down the hallway. "If I need it. You take care, Shakti.... and don't be a stranger, mm?" Adrastos rounded the corner, grinning to himself. Went well, he thought. I ought to come here more often... good vibes here, very good. ... ah! Right... update time... Popping a personal communication unit into his ear, he connected back to his office, saying, "Yes, Weslin, please... ... ... Weslin! It get in yet? No? That's OK, I may hold it in reserve for a bit... yeah... one or two more hiccups and I'll need it... yep... keep me apprised, won't you? Thanks, Weslin... talk to you when I get in... uh huh... bye." For your sake, Miss Shakti, he thought, stick to the straight and narrow. Upon inspection of Jansen's money fold, Hakaril found only that: money. No identification cards, no receipts, no nothing... except for the picture of a proud husband and father, beaming over his wife and child... His MUSTAFARIAN wife and child. "Like the picture?" he asked. "Yeah, that was the nicest wallet I ever found... I wonder if that guy ever got out of his coma...? Ah well. I can always get another one. On another guy... "Or," Jansen offered, "you could toss it back and actually IMPRESS your boss lad-... y?" The pause was reserved for Jansen noticing Bo's exit. He might have acted, but he was tasked with stopping FIGHTS, not stopping DROPOUTS. Ah well... teach's probably right outside the door... let her deal with the fucker...
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Darth Shakti		#48	[url]	[-]
Posts: 1658 07/03/09 21:56:20 Once you figure out what a joke everything is...	Don't be a stranger! He said this thing to her! "I won't, cross my heart," Shakti said. "Sith don't forget who their friends are." She turned to open the door behind her and found herself less than ten centimeters from one of her students. It was Bo, the guy whose injury had brought Mayor Adrastos breathing down her neck. "Bo! Will you look at that. Better go." She stepped into the classroom and quickly shut the door behind her before Adrastos could get another word in. She muttered to herself, "Brazen interfering bastard," with an annoyed glance shot over her shoulder to the closed door behind her. "Sorry about that," she said, both to Bo and the others. "He likes to remind us that he's got people watching you guys, because he's an asshole who thinks I don't already know. What was it you needed?"
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BoAnschentz		#49	[url]	[-]
Posts: 118 07/09/09 11:48:36	She was in a bad mood. This was either the perfect chance, or Bo's idea had just gotten a lot worse. Backing down wasn't Bo's style, though, and these Sith, as they called themselves, ought to have one more chance to show that they weren't completely worthless. He opened the door again, hoping that whoever this "interfering bastard" was, that he would overhear. "I'm leaving," he said with a sneer. "There's no learning to be had here. I'm wasting my time on this rock." He made to exit, fully expecting not to be able to feel the next two footfalls hit pavement. In retrospect, he considered that perhaps he ought to have done this before incurring head trauma.
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Darth Shakti		#50	[url]	[-]
Posts: 1658 07/12/09 14:53:41 Once you figure out what a joke everything is...	Sometimes it was really rewarding to be a teacher. Sometimes, Shakti felt like she was doing something important for the survival of the Order. So few of the others understood the idea of building anything. They wanted to destroy, and encouraging any kind of solidarity against the Jedi seemed a little too... well, productive for their taste. These were students, though. They had a chance to learn what the Jedi had learned centuries ago. It was only together that they had a chance, because it was only when they stopped fighting each other that they could concentrate on destroying those who would subdue and subjugate the Sith. Then there were other days, like today. The mayor was coming and breathing down her neck, letting her know in no uncertain terms that he was circling in the sky over her waiting for a sign of weakness. Then, to make matters more annoying, her students were acting up. If Bo thought that he was going to get special attention by whining about how awful it was to be here and he was just gonna take his toys and go home, fuck that. Also, if Bo thought he was going to goad her into an altercation, he was sadly mistaken. No reason to fight someone she didn't want dead, and Bo wasn't an enemy. Yet. If he was hoping to get attention by flouncing out the door, he was destined to be sadly disappointed. "You're not a prisoner here, Bo. The Jedi will convert you, and the Dathomiri witches will enslave you. We just teach here, but I'm not going to make you stronger if you'd rather join up with them." Shakti had no idea whether she was calling his bluff, or telling him to get out. Depended on whether he actually intended to leave, or was just hoping she'd give him a reason to stay like they were a squabbling couple on some trashy HoloSerial. Constantly storming out, constantly being begged back, and then storming out when the need for melodramatics and extra attention grew to be too much. Fuck that, she thought. I've seen this episode. She saw no reason why she should continue to put weapons in the hand of someone who had no investment in furthering this Order. If he wanted to be here, he'd stay. If he didn't, better to kick him out now before he got the same lessons loyal students received.
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BoAnschentz		#51	[url]	[-]
Posts: 118 07/13/09 15:49:57	Bo paused in his stride. He'd expected something...different. Something more. He wanted, desperately, for her to be his teacher, to find something that he could grasp and learn amidst this babbling. This talk of dismemberment and wrath and hatred, he'd thought it would be fairly simple to provoke someone who sang that hymn to anger. He wanted to understand what she was talking about from her earlier conversation over the comms about piercings. He wanted to know what this levitation meant. He wanted to see her ply her trade in a greater capacity than mere words could convey. Alas, it was not what had happened. He could provoke her further, he could attack her, but she seemed in control, and experienced; and Bo was a scrawny weakling with no expertise in fighting, nor in whatever it was they were doing here; he envisioned the results of such an action ending like the schoolyard bully holding off a nerdly attacker by holding his head out with one extended arm, while the smaller child flailed impotently. And on consideration, he decided, it wasn't worth the effort anyway. These Sith were not living up to their reputation, and their facilities of learning were found lacking. He need spend no more time here. He resumed in his gait, and made his way to the shuttlecraft departure platforms, deeply incensed that he had invested so much of his time, effort, and finances to make it here. The Jedi, she'd mentioned. Perhaps he'd see what they had to learn. But he had to research, and he had to prepare. And prepare he would, beginning with a brief visit to a data terminal outside the platforms as he waited to depart.
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Jansen Cade		#52	[url]	[-]
Posts: 383 07/13/09 16:43:18 It's Not the Joy That Kills You It's the Sudden Stop At The End	Adrastos hummed calmly as he drove back to City Hall. Gave her a chance, and now, ball's in her court, he thought. Only fair, I gue- As he neared the municipal building, he got an audio call from his office, Sadra in particular. "Sir?" she asked. "You asked to have an update whenever there was activity at the Sith Academy?" "So soon after I left?" he wondered aloud. "Huh. Maybe I had a ripple effect. What happened?" "Well," Sadra said, "your monitors say that someone left the school not long after you. He's heading for the spacedock as we speak." "Interesting, but trivial, I should think," concluded Adrastos. "Any reason why it's more important?" "... this might intrigue you..." she said, entering something beyond the hearing of the mayor. "The person who's leaving? Apparently it's the same person who was assaulted earlier today." Sadra paused, and spoke coldly. "... and his name is Bo Anschentz..." Adrastos heard something off in her voice, and realized something was wrong... and then realized what that something WAS. "In the medical report, he never gave his name... how do you have it now?" "That's the thing, sir," she replied. "He's not just HEADED for the spaceport, he's REACHED it. I found his name in a passenger manifest. He just boarded a transport at gate 5C and will be departing in five minutes." Adrastos saw City Hall in the distance... and passed it by. "Stop the transport. Do it now. I don't care if you have to shoot it down, just keep that transport on the ground until my say-so! And tell the council to hold their horses! I'll be there as soon as I can." "But sir-" was all Sadra got out before Adrastos hastily cut the connection. Perfect... he's perfect. Probably hates Shakti, thinks it's all a sham, disillusioned... I'm not usually for emotional manipulation, but... this will work out GREAT. Arriving at the spaceport in a blaze of glory (or what could be described as such for a mayor driving about 15 clicks above the limit, a record for him), he headed hastily to the gate in question, which stood out as a number of people were standing outside of it, murmuring to each other as to what the holdup was. Adrastos approached the crowd, and said, "Bo Anschentz?" Turn that head, he thought. Change destiny. This is where the galaxy changes, my boy...
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BoAnschentz		#53	[url]	[-]
Posts: 118 07/13/09 17:35:33	And turn that head did. Must be important--they used his last name. Someone whose voice he didn't recognize; probably police, or someone of that sort. He hadn't done anything to merit detainment on this particular planet, and he had been asked his name before violence began...He hadn't even accepted any strange baggage from anyone he didn't know on his way to the platform. This was something else entirely, though it was not comforting for him to see as he turned that the gaze he met belonged, as did the voice, to a person he did not know. He weighed the options. He'd already paid for a ticket off this rock, and he'd developed rather a distaste for authority figures on a philosophical level. On the other hand, Bo was nothing if not curious, and he found himself unable to successfully justify leaving the planet when someone had something for him. Even if it was bad news, it was at least something to play with. Bo turned his body away from the transport to match his gaze. This guy did look like a suit, but apparently not so stuck up with himself that he wouldn't run some distance to make it here, evident from a faint sweat on his face. Won't let your position get in the way of your job, huh? My favorite kind of person. Best to play it off, though. "Right, right. No business until the loan's paid off, is that it?" Bo fabricated--an easy enough lie to satisfy the crowd's curiosity in case this suit had sensitive information, but harmless enough that if the suit contradicted him it would be no real problem.
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Jansen Cade		#54	[url]	[-]
Posts: 383 07/15/09 13:16:50 It's Not the Joy That Kills You It's the Sudden Stop At The End	Adrastos had to smirk at the speedily created lie. A cover story already... clever fellow... you'll do just fine, just fine indeed! "Quite right, Bo," he said, continuing the lie. "No one leaves without doing what's necessary, eh?" Motioning for Bo to follow him, he pulled a small comm device from his pocket and said, "A moment, my boy. Just need to make one call and we can be on our way." Adrastos keyed in a few digits, put the device to his ear and said, "Let it go." A pause. "As in the transport. Let the transport go. ... Sorry, but I was trying to have a nice, painless one-liner... ... We'll discuss it at the office.... No, don't worry about it, I should have given you a heads-up... Bye, Sadra... yep... bye." Smirking at Bo, Adrastos quipped, "Good help. Where ya gonna find it, uh? Now, you ready to go back to class?"
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Hakaril Silvar		#55	[url]	[-]
Posts: 139 07/16/09 12:02:18 Sith Apprentice Birthday Boy Hair Dye Enthusiast	Hakaril, still holding Jansen's stolen wallet, turned his eyes back to his teacher. "Well, if he's going to be an ingrate, let him go. Dathomir sounds like a good choice for him. He'll make a great snack for some starving rancor." Smirking, the blue-haired apprentice focused his attention on the leather object in his hand. Throw it back? Make his teacher proud? Sure, Jansen. No effort was made to control the wallet's movement as Hakaril reached out with the Force; this time he planned to focus his energy on raw power, not subtle manipulation. HERE, he practically shouted inside his own skull, you can have this BACK! The wallet burst out of Hakaril's hand as though it had been hurled by a well-trained negaball pitcher, not exactly at Jansen, but more in his general direction. Hitting the other man was not the point of this exercise. He just wanted to get an idea of how hard he could pitch an object if he was only interested in being accurate within what amounted to a sixty-degree cone. If he did hit Jansen it wouldn't be a problem, but he honestly didn't expect to given the fact that he wasn't really aiming his throw whatsoever. Let's see how this* goes over...*
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Jansen Cade		#56	[url]	[-]
Posts: 383 07/16/09 12:29:04 It's Not the Joy That Kills You It's the Sudden Stop At The End	The exchange between Shakti and Bo had caught his eye for a while, but something called his attention to Hakaril for a second. It was small, but focused, like a tiny flashbulb going off in the corner of his eye. He turned toward the blue-haired boy, with a thought dressed as a comment to someone you hadn't seen in a long time. Hate? Unfortunately for Jansen, instead of Hakandslash's smug face, he saw nothing but a wallet flying toward his face. It opened in midair, and slapped onto him, the Mustafarian family staring directly into his left eye. He clapped his hand over the wallet, and closed it in front of himself. It was at that moment that he realized there was an Old Jansen. It occured to him just then, when he decided not to continue their "chat" and simply raise his ass and tuck the wallet back into his pocket. That's odd, he thought. I ... have a reason not to kick someone's ass. That's... new and exciting! I kinda like it! I DON'T have to kick his ass. I DON'T have to kick his ass. I'm still going to, but I DON'T HAVE TO. I LIKE IT. "Thanks, buddy," he said with a smile. "Thought I'd never get that back. Where oh WHERE did you find it?"
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BoAnschentz		#57	[url]	[-]
Posts: 118 07/16/09 15:58:16	Taking a few mental notes of his "debtor's" actions, Bo cleared the launch zone, approaching Adrastos to walk at his side, in whatever direction he was guided by the official. "Oh, no. Didn't you hear? I'd withdrawn, unfortunately past the period of refund. Poor planning on my part, really, but my mistakes are my own." Bo's mind raced as he wove together a midpiece between his cover story and Adrastos's rather clumsy insensitivity to the information being shared. Or, perhaps he was not clumsy, but rather intentionally sundering Bo's lies. It made little difference to Bo--he was not going back to attend the class, after so little had been explained, so much time had been utterly wasted. How to convey that to this suit, though? Perhaps a plaintive approach would be best. "I wasn't really able to focus in that class, is the problem. I'm more for something more personalized, like working with a tutor, or perhaps some supervised independent study." Hopefully Adrastos would take the hint, and set him up with a one-on-one teaching arrangement, someone he could ask questions of, someone with whom he could learn at his own pace.
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Jansen Cade		#58	[url]	[-]
Posts: 383 07/23/09 00:12:08 It's Not the Joy That Kills You It's the Sudden Stop At The End	Adrastos grinned, and patted Bo on the back. This is going to be easier than I thought... "Bo, m'boy, you're in luck," Adrastos declared. "I am looking into some... restructuring of the Academy's teaching structure, bringing it more in line with a more... stable vision of the future, and I'd LOVE some consultation with someone who's found it as wanting as I have. I just need to get a foot in the door... "And for that I need you. Are ya game?" Huh, thought Adrastos, I'm going to 'corrupt' a Sith. ... Cool!
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BoAnschentz		#59	[url]	[-]
Posts: 118 07/23/09 15:08:29	This man was full of shit. Bo knew it. A newcomer to the planet, with an unremarkable history, few qualifications outside of the telecommunications field, being offered a position, out of the blue, to 'consult' to restructure a known academy's program? What was he selling? Or, perhaps, what was he trying to bring down? In its own ham-handed way, this was not terribly unlike some social engineering Bo'd orchestrated before to crack an established organization in half. And when he thought of it that way, suddenly the prospect became more appealing by an order of magnitude. Not only would he get to, in this case, help split the useless Sith Academy into pieces by leveraging its own body of students, but he would learn their ways--either from this man, or by being on the business end of the others' stories. Which was what he came here for anyway. Bo found himself excited, and caught himself smiling. That was always a red flag--if something sounded that good, it was probably disingenuous. He went back to his previous idea--what was this man trying to sell. His own school, possibly? He'd not heard of another, peripheral, school of those kinds of arts, though the advocate's bravado was usually higher for these sorts of things the smaller the actual movement. It didn't match with this guy's unpracticed, unrehearsed, fairly transparent rhetoric. What the hell have I got to lose? There would be conditions, though. Some things had to happen first. "I don't think I can do any consultation without some level of skill and knowledge on the subject. You make sure I get it, and I'm your man." Figuratively speaking. "I presume we'll get to the signing in blood later, and perhaps I can learn what you call yourself."
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Jansen Cade		#60	[url]	[-]
Posts: 383 07/29/09 00:14:21 It's Not the Joy That Kills You It's the Sudden Stop At The End	"Adrastos, my boy... nothing but Adrastos," the mayor cheerily replied. "And by the way, no one signs in blood anymore. Thumprint scan is all ya need." Leading Bo back to his speeder, he dug in his pockets and produced a couple of credit chips and his comm device and pressed them into his hand. "If refunds are a PROBLEM, that's the solution. I'll call you on that when I need you. In the meantime, go back, endure their bullcrap, and try not to kill anybody. When you're needed, you'll know, OK? I'll make sure it's as low impact as possible." Hopping over the side into his seat, he waved an inviting hand. "Come on. I'll give you a ride back."
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