PROMOTIONS FOR EVERYONE!

Little is more satisfying than seeing one’s students actually start to pick up on the lessons you’ve been trying to hammer into their thick, mostly brainless skulls.

Tholgeth pulled off something that required a good deal of subtlety, subversion, critical thinking, and patience. Those are skills I thought him almost incapable of having, not because he’s a stupid man, but because he has a quick, violent temper that frequently gets the better of him.

Details will not be given here, just on the off chance that someone manages to slice into this thing—can’t imagine why they would, but, there we go.

I’ll happily leave it at “complete annihilation” and “The holo of the end could be marketed as Sith Pornography for the sheer amount of mental devastation of the target that was involved.”
I swear, there is enough of it in that long recording to feed off of. 

It may be worth raising him from Lord.

I think I need to start getting off of the ship more frequently.

The crew is starting to grate on my last nerve, and I’d rather not pay to hire and train a new crew.

Perhaps it’s time to spend a bit of time on Dromund Kaas again—or Korriban.

I’ve become used to having apprentices around, and two of my three are nearly not technically apprentices any longer.

Bet they slap me with another Twi’lek that nobody else will take. I should just start breeding them.　

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Notes.

• Detail the latest dealings of Taz’hezyst. It may be close to time to move him beyond apprentice status.
• Keep a closer eye on Tholgeth. Perhaps work with him on his impossibly explosive temper. It’s a liability more than it is an asset.
• Pester Tyses. No reason, just because I can. I do enjoy his company.
• Corner Tholgeth’s apprentice just to see how Tholgeth is doing with the responsibility. The damned thing is a Twi’lek. I’ll keep my expectations low.
• Pick up mail. It’s been a few days. Shouldn’t let it pile up.
• Keep tabs on how Greaves is dealing with that unfortunate situation regarding his half-sibling.
• Corellia doesn’t pay as well as Ilum, but the weather is better.
• Replace slippers. One is worn through.
• Should Taz’hezyst be where I believe him to be, consider another apprentice to replace him in the coming weeks.
• Reminder: That does not mean kill Taz’hezyst, just kick him up to a higher rank and re-fill the lower rank.
• I doubt I’ll need that reminder, but it can’t hurt.
• Buy tea.

Spent part of the day yesterday on Hutta with Tholgeth. After the last, let’s call it, a ‘friendly confrontation, I suppose it was necessary. He did end up apologizing for his idiotic actions and reactions of the past couple of weeks, if nothing else.

We were hunting Evocii, with a permit, of course. Last thing I need is an angry Hutt hounding me.

Evocii are easy prey, that was never in question. They try to fight back, but it’s so laughably pitiful that it makes the whole thing even more fun.

It’s the fear off of them that I enjoy; they’re an easily terrified species, and when you get an entire little settlement of them cornered, it’s almost overwhelming. In a good way, of course.

These outings, however, remind me that (Force use nonwithstanding) Tholgeth is little more than a violent thug. He has no finesse to anything that he does. I watched him just grab one of those wretched little people and tear it in half. Oh, he’s effective, I can’t deny that, but there isn’t any art to what he’s doing, it’s all just—“RRRRRRGH! THOLGETH SMASH! THOLGETH SMASH GOOD!”

He reminds me of something one would find in a Hutt’s arena.

Or in its pet collection.

Speaking of pets, one of my other apprentices evidently spent half the night with that toy apprentice of Greaves’ and Tyses’ sister.
Eek, Ick—whatever.
I’ve no idea what happened and, quite honestly, don’t want to know, but whatever it is it’s got Taz’hezyst keeping his lekku wrapped around his neck and shoulders instead of just wearing them down. Makes him look like he’s just got a fat neck, if you ask me.

Tholgeth is quickly going from a mild amusement for his ridiculous over-reaction to the situation with Tyses to being someone that is going to get his ass kicked with lightning until his skin peels off in sheets.

It doesn’t bother me that he’s gone to comm silence on open channels; if he wants to sulk and be, essentially, a petulant brat over having his—how did Taz’hezyst word it? ‘Man crush’, I believe. What a stupid turn of phrase. Where was I? Oh yes—if he wants to be a sulky, petulant brat over that being revealed, I couldn’t care less.

It’s a bit embarrassing, though mostly for him. The fact that he’s reacting so strongly tells me that he was lying to me when he assured me that he had no emotional attachment to the Mando.

If he wishes to avoid others contacting him until he thinks he’s fit to speak without crying into his gloves or whatever it is that he’s currently doing, so be it.

He is not permitted, however, to ignore my calls unless he is dead.

If he’s not dead, he’s going to wish he were once I find him.

Tyses seems to find the situation amusing; I gave him the go ahead to deal with Tholgeth as he sees fit and strongly suggested that he treat Tholgeth like a Sith. Show that big, red idiot why proper Sith do not get ‘attached’. I may have also let him know that, should Imperial authorities give him any trouble (being a Mando and all), to contact me and I would make whatever issues they may have disappear.

Taz’hezyst, for his part, earned himself some additional speeder training and a slightly less horrible speeder to go with it; thought about giving him my ship and getting myself a newer one, but, really, it wasn’t anything worthy of even giving a forty some year old ship away over.

Haven’t heard from the other one. Giddy. Blue, angry. Never can remember her full name.

Should probably have the droid check the lower cargo hold to make sure I haven’t got a dead Twi’lek down there; they start to stink after awhile, and it’s hard to get that smell out.

Reminder thing!

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Tholgeth has an apprentice now.

Things do seem to fall into place easily on occasion; the one I sent to him was one I wasn’t entirely certain would survive Korriban.

Not for reasons of lack of skill, of course, I just figured he’d lose his temper with the wrong person and end up a stain on a tomb floor. 

The Twi’lek belonged to a Hutt on Nar Shaddaa. I happened to be present for one of the pit fights in which he was a participant. According to the host, that particular Twi’lek was the ‘shining star’ of the collection. Never lost, as evidenced by the fact that he wasn’t dead, been fighting for years. The conversation itself was—uninteresting, to say the least. I had noticed that the Twi’lek seemed off.

His reflexes were too good, he was far too agile, and no normal arena beast (alien or otherwise) would be able to throw someone against a wall with that much force. 

No pun intended.

Of course, I put in a mention with the appropriate officials and the Twi’lek was taken to Korriban.

I kept a passive eye on his training, mainly out of curiosity. When he passed his trials, I decided Tholgeth could use a little reciprocal treatment. I know damn well he thinks it’s somehow amusing that I was given two Twi’lek as apprentices, and I thought it was about time he got a taste of the same thing.

Regardless, I’ve seen the Twi’lek’s skill in combat. He’s quite good (Despite lacking finesse at the moment. The alien still fights as though it thinks it’s in an arena.), and I’m certain Tholgeth will mold him into something even more lethal; after all, if he fails at it, it’s only a sign of his own weakness and lack of skill.

I would have given just about anything to see Tholgeth’s face when it was a Twi’lek that showed up.

Reminder to self: Keep a stock of Rakghoul plague vaccines on hand. Idiots everywhere.

They ought to make a vaccine for the latter.

Taz’hezyst earned a—I hate to call it a promotion. I hate even more to admit that that alien deserved it, but, he did.

While it is a personal success to see an apprentice raised to a Lord, the fact remains that he’s still an alien. He spent his life as a domestic slave!

Hm.

Then again, his sort of rise from that is, essentially, embodiment of the Sith Code.

That doesn’t mean I have to like it.

I do wish I could have seen the look on Tholgeth’s face when he found out.

(( OOC NOTE ))

(( For those of you who RP with me either in game, here, or over IM, please be aware that none of my characters will be acknowledging the clusterfuck of poor planning that took place on Voss recently.

Reasons why are contained within that link. ))

sahnin replied to your post: Notes.

Hay, I could remake Zhoiss if you want another Twi— apprentice.

(( I think he’s going to get a complex—or get used to Twi’lek. :D

If you want to, though, go for it, since it’s apparently normal to have a small group of apprentices. Guess mortality rate is pretty high. ))

(( Cleaned up log between Bi’ev and Tholgeth. After their last altercation, why not a hunting trip? :D ))

The Fury class interceptor settled down on Hutta without much incident. The back hatch opened, and a bridge extended, ushering in Tholgeth. As per usual, the Pureblood was coated in black, heavy armor, and was still wearing that abominable helmet his Master so hated. He descended, and entered the spaceport proper. Immediately, the crowd started flowing around him as he tried to get to a seat without drawing too much attention.

Bi’ev had been waiting, of course; he was on Hutta at the time he’d summoned Tholgeth earlier in the evening. The spaceport’s crowd did little to bother him or even to acknowledge him, really. He’d made certain of that by appearing typically Sith with a good generalized feeling of, “Do not approach.” Still, this was Hutt space, and he was careful to mind his manners (as it were). Tholgeth, as usual, did not make himself difficult to spot. 

Moving quickly, Bi’ev fell into step with his apprentice. After all, if he let Tholgeth sit down, he might never get the big lump up and moving again, “Let’s get the hell out of here. This city is worse than Nar Shaddaa in its entirety.” Bi’ev shook his head, “I figured we’d go out into the deeper swamp areas; the places those ugly little creatures like to think they’re holding against the Hutts in some form of resistance. They tend to fight a bit harder.”

Tholgeth looked at the smaller man before rising.  ”Good plan,” He rumbled as his voice became mechanized, along with various flashing lights on his newly repaired suit, “I haven’t been to this wretched planet in ages, so I defer to your superior knowledge of the planet.” 

“Don’t be stupid. My knowledge of this planet extends to its Evocii hunting and little else.  We’ll take a speeder out, I don’t really want to wander through swamps any more than is necessary to bag a few of those ugly little things.” Bi’ev paused and gave the Hutt’s travel droid a particularly nasty look which, of course, was ignored being that the target was a droid.

“The permits,” he turned back to Tholgeth before starting the admittedly cheap looking speeder, “are unlimited, but we probably shouldn’t clear out entire camps. Last thing I need is a Hutt pissed off at me.”

“A shame. And here I was hoping to cause a bit of genocide to a clan while I was here. Ah well.” Tholgeth shrugged before getting onto a speeder that was in even worse condition than the one that his Master had been given; smaller, as well. The warrior looked a tad ridiculous on it; his elbows were nearly touching his knees! “Let’s get this show on the road, as they say.”

“Well, really, if we killed them all, there wouldn’t be any more to hunt for sport. Someone should be breeding these things—they breed Twi’lek, and nobody hunts those.” Bi’ev turned and found he had to stifle a laugh at the sight of Tholgeth on a speeder that was far too small for him.

“Hmph. I suppose; but at least Twi’lek are semi-useful. These things,” Tholgeth spat out the word as if it were poison in his mouth, “Are useless. They have no purpose. And I hardly think eliminating one clan would cause that much of a difference.” That being said, he ignites the engine, and flies through the sickening swamps before settling down nearby a local camp. His helmeted eyes stare with disdain, but for now he’s content to observe before attacking.

“Just look at them,” Bi’ev hopped off of the speeder and gestured toward a camp that appeared to be built out of scrap and swamp bits, “even by the way they move it’s as though they’re asking for it—here, watch this.”

Cloaking himself, Bi’ev quickly closed in on one of the camp’s guards. If Tholgeth were paying close enough attention, he might have seen the air around the Evocii ripple slightly. As for the Evocii guard itself, it momentarily appeared to be alert, sensing something nearby before doubling over and clawing at its own head. Now and again, the creature emitted a small squeal of pain but, aside from that, it just thrashed about, clutching and clawing at its head and face.

Bi’ev uncloaked back by Tholgeth, “Sometimes, I find it fun to do that three or four times before killing them. It wears off in a minute or two and leaves them confused and frightened.”

One of the helmet’s ‘eyes’ extended for a moment, attempting to observe. It settled back in as soon as the other Sith came back. “You’ll have to show me that trick sometime, but I doubt it would do me much good.” He shrugged, “But now, they know we’re here. And that’s just the way I like it.” He grinned under his helmet before igniting his lightsaber, and charging into the fray, leaping on one with an almost wild abandon. The creature in question barely had time to squeak before being crushed under the massive black ball of armor that was Lord Voidscream. Tholgeth snarled, and then barked out a short laugh as the others were alerted to his presence.

Subtle as always. Bi’ev chuckled more to himself than out loud, and slunk in nearly unnoticed in the confusion that his apprentice had caused. While Tholgeth focused on wholesale slaughter of any Evocii stupid enough to approach or any unlucky enough to be within reach, He kept to  the edges. Stalking them, after all, was great fun. Some of the Evocii had got it into their ugly little heads that, perhaps, they could snipe at whatever it was attacking their settlement. 

Bi’ev methodically moved down the line of them, cloaking himself between each one, and running them through; by the time the next one noticed its comrade had fallen, the smaller Pureblood had already re-cloaked himself and had disappeared.

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(( Cleaned up RP log between myself and Tholgeth, reposted with permission, obviously.))

He’d been tracking Tholgeth, not that Tholgeth would have been aware of it; if that stupid man had been paying attention to his comm unit, he’d have answered the calls in the first place and not let it come to being tracked by an unhappy Master.

The petulant responses, the tantrums, the lying, even the refusal to speak in public, Bi’ev could forgive (or at least let slide). Ignoring him entirely, however, was not so easily dismissed. Lord title aside, Tholgeth was still Bi’ev’s apprentice, and Bi’ev was not about to abide being ignored by a lower ranking Sith who was under his direct
command.

It was happy coincidence that Bi’ev happened to be on Voss. He’d come there over the weekend to speak with Tyses on the matter and had the thought to run a scan before leaving. Tholgeth’s comm unit was on.
The brat was on Voss, and not near a spaceport. He’d been tracking the signal from Tholgeth’s communicator for just shy of an entire day, with each passing hour steadily dropping his mood into more and more dangerous territory. Bi’ev purposely kept himself calm, at least, outwardly. He would have plenty of time to appear otherwise later. The fact that the signal led to networks of caves only cemented that feeling but, if nothing else, the signal was accurate and it did not take long for Bi’ev to find his annoying, bratty quarry.

Though his voice was quiet and even toned, it held a dangerous edge.

“Tholgeth.”

Amongst the caverns, the hulking Pureblood stopped for a moment, his lightsaber ignited, giving a red glow to his surroundings. Around him, the lightsaber’s glow illuminated the corpses of at least six Nexu, their faces permanently stuck in a mask of death. In terms of armor, Tholgeth had updated quite a bit.
Instead of his usual, simple black cloak, Tholgeth had exchanged it for a rather large set of cortosis armor. Likewise, instead of an emotionless mask for a helmet, the man now had a rather disturbing headpiece; robotic eyes stared out, and where the mouth should be was now a mess of electronics. When he spoke, he could have easily been mistaken for a droid, but the characteristic growl in the voice was positively Tholgeth still managed to slip through, “Master.”

Bi’ev’s eyes narrowed to little more than red, glowing slits. It was a little thing, a minor thing, that Tholgeth had done just now, but it was enough. It was just enough disrespect—

“Take that thing off immediately.” Each word was punctuated, almost spat as though it were more an epithet than a command.

“If it’s a problem,” the smaller Pureblood continued smoothly, “I shall remove it for you and feed its pieces back to you.”

With a swift, practiced motion, Bi’ev activated his own lightsaber, the cyan light from his own blades causing an almost obnoxious mix to Tholgeth’s own red. He continued to watch his apprentice, silently daring the other man to give him that one reason, that one last bit of snide commentary or disrespectful posture.

Behind the mask, Tholgeth rolled his eyes. Conversely, the eyes on the helmet seemed to extend for a moment before setting back in. A flashing warning came up in the HUD. Tholgeth read it for a moment, then dismissed it. Before Tholgeth removed the helmet, he had whispered a single command, only audible to him, “Begin audio recording.”

A red light acknowledged, and the Pureblood man removed his helmet, attaching it to his belt, and making sure it faced the smaller man, “You’ve been searching for me, I take it.” He stated plainly.

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Commissioned by ~Subdolus! Too bad there’s no SW:TOR for Mac, so I just have to live vicariously through all you players out there :P

(( Pardon the OOC, but, c’mon, it’s two of my characters, it has to be here. :D ))

(( Cleaned up log between Bi’ev and his apprentice, Tholgeth. Reposted with Tholgeth’s permission. ))

The constant flashing neon lights on the Slippery Slopes cantina seemed to blaze particularly bright on this particular evening. A hulking Pureblood, coated in red and black armor, stalked his way into his usual corner of the cantina. His gaze was kept hidden from the rest of the patrons, but that didn’t stop the man from making an unconscious sneer at nearby patrons. He drummed his fingers on the table, sitting down at the stool, and waited for his Master to arrive.

Nar Shaddaa. Brilliant. Figured that his apprentice would have wanted to meet in this seedy little place, considering the topic. Bi’ev pulled the hood of his robes forward, keeping his face mostly obscured; less chance of anyone in the cantina mistaking him for someone who might want to have a casual chat over drinks. Tholgeth, as usual, did not make himself difficult to find. ‘Then again’, Bi’ev laughed to himself, ‘I don’t think Tholgeth could hide even if he wanted to.’

The smaller man roughly shoved an overly eager cantina employee out of his way as he passed her and sat across from Tholgeth, not bothering to wait for an invitation. 

One would not have been necessary anyway, “Apprentice.” he nodded curtly to the other man, keeping his voice at an even, low tone, “Explain.”

The warrior eyed a fairly interesting piece of likely imaginary dirt on the table before his masked visage locked onto the smaller man. His voice came out in an electronically altered pitch, “What is there to explain? I made a move on someone, and they seemed receptive. Is it that much of a concern?”

“Take that damned thing off when you speak to me, Apprentice!” Bi’ev snapped and leaned forward toward Tholgeth slightly, “I don’t care if you wear it around anyone else, but when I address you, or vice versa, I expect you to remove it; I know full well that it’s cosmetic, and is not required for you to survive.”

He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. Whether or not he was looking directly at Tholgeth was not immediately obvious due to the angling of the black hood, but it was clear that Tholgeth was where the man’s attention was locked.

“There are a few problems with your statement.” Bi’ev settled in to an almost bored drawl, “First and foremost, I have on good authority that the person in question was most certainly not receptive so much as they were horrified, but not willing to provoke a confrontation with a Sith lord.”

“Second,” Bi’ev lifted a hand slightly and examined his gloved hand, “I assume you know better than to allow it to become a fixation or anything more involved. That goes for anyone, not just the,” he sneered, “Mando—Maker, you couldn’t even find a Pureblood? For all the rhetoric you spout, I’d think you’d  at least have some standards.”

 ”As you wish, Master.” With a hiss of steam, and a cracking noise, Tholgeth pulled off the helmet effortlessly and set it down on the table. He was, for the moment, holding his other ‘mask’ fairly well. No sign of paleness whatsoever!
The ambient lights flicked off Tholgeth’s jewelry and bright yellow eyes, “Of course. I’m not so foolish to fall in ‘love’ with a Mandolorian. This would be little more than a one night stand,” He exhaled, “We all have our vices.”

“Vices are one thing, Apprentice. One does not become ‘hurt’ over vices.  I suspect you aren’t aware of the details that I have.”
As he smiled, the light briefly caught the rings through his lips, “Regardless, see to it that you don’t allow it to become any level of obsession, even a minor one. I’d hate to have to reprimand you as though you were some idiot acolyte.”

I am not some fool apprentice on Korriban, Master. This is a temporary thing. I wouldn’t be so stupid to allow this..” Tholgeth paused, considering his words carefully, “Engagement to become permanent.”

“If I had five credits for every time I’d heard that—” Bi’ev muttered and drummed his fingers on the one arm that remained folded, “I may be more inclined to believe it if I’d not heard so many young Sith make the same statement and end up ruined by thinking they were somehow in ‘love’.”

“There’s a difference, Master!” Tholgeth protested, “I’ve discussed things with this man. After the.. night is over, we will part ways and never see each other again. That is quite different from some of the shit you see at the Fleet cantina with people fawning and groping at each other.” The Pureblood nodded, not blinking once.

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