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The song 'Turbo Killer' by Carpenter Brut, found here officially on their channel. It reflects the wild shift between feel power and triumphant. Even the doubt and worry the moment he thinks, or discovers, his opponent in whatever battle.. could possibly kill or capture Ondur. I hope i understood and followed correctly.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wy9r2qeouiQ

Ondur's been standing in one spot staring at a projection of his home planet for twelve hours. This is not out of desperation. Though he would enjoy a visit for the first time in a long while. It is his main form of meditation lately. The lessons of struggle and backstabbing, the bond of those few you trust until you toss them away. Those are channeled inside Ondur for everything. Especially meditation and focusing on Number One, himself. Nerve shredding moments where indecision would give your killer, your opponent, your enemy of whatever total victory.

Deep inside he misses the constant darkness and connection to the Dark Side itself there. The chance to be alone with IT, the very power in and around him. Ondur is going to return and Force a lot of relaxation on the petty squabbling idiots. Those with the Force can join him and the Brotherhood or they become one with it.

So here he stands, standing being a position of power. He reminds himself that his strength is a nit and some lice compared to others..

But it is his own. Perhaps he could take a planet all his own, and reshape it in the image of Umbara. Only better, more beautiful, with a Ruling class.. Just him of course. No war even! Except the thrashing inside his heart and soul. This was usually part of the routine, the piece of the plan where he sits and deactivates all light source. Of course he can see fine, well, fine compared to a blind human fumbling around. Then there is to come his favorite meditation.

Here now, is the beautiful practice he called: Go in your head and spread the darkness. Even smear the damn power all over the place. Remembering what his failings were and imagine triumphant laughter. his or is it the Dark Side itself that had been laughing each time he set this stuff in motion? Bringing to life the days where he was weak in the Force but still had to beat the life out of children, rival children, and sometimes it fully involved beating out their life entirely.

As he trained away from the Dark Brotherhood, there were time he had to hunt down fools. He had to chase and kill escapees. Sometime slaves and other times other Force users. The focus always grew strongest when he thinks about the many times he feigned that he would let them go. The surprise that blew out their face when he demonstrated that he had lied; That was fun. It wasn't cruel. It was Umbara.

Then he would like to focus on the family. Not his. But those that had many come and trained. They varied with power in society. They often varied highly with their access to the Force. Testing his manipulation and how he envisioned the fates of his cohort. He especially enjoyed bringing a younger student to hunt the rogue escapees. It taught them what happened if you try. And sometime he saw weakness in his little helper and chose to report of the tragic loss of such potential, especially if the students he executed were friends or family to his rivals. Ondur did have a petty streak. At least more than now. Of course he wasn't a wanton psychopath. Ondur was trained by the Academy's own Krypteia. Weed out the Weak, There Go The Paperwork Left For The Weak. It was their creed. It was his tool.

His meditations focused on the heart pumping, muscle aching, triumph over someone or something that was in your way. Accident or no, it was the end of that.

This had been unbelievable. The events at Nancora had been so awful they had robbed him of restful sleep. The Brotherhood was in an odd state of flux as the full effects of Rath Oligard and the Collective were realized. The galaxy was already a harder place to deal with now. He feared for his wife, for his daughter, and his Clan. Then Sanguinius came to his office and asked him to volunteer to provide some additional training. What did Bentre have to pass onto the others that had not been learned through blood, sweat, tears and misery?

It was his lot as Proconsul. He realized that people expected him to be the leader, not the loner on the edge of the Clan. He kept putting up the face of being the good and friendly man- though far friendlier than good- and did the service due to his position. Yet he found himself in a very odd conundrum. The more knowledge he imparted to the others, the greater the chances they would find themselves in situations that would put them into mortal danger. Still, if he did not teach them, there was an increased chance they would be caught unaware, or be left incapable of liberating themselves from the cold embrace of death. To die was to be one with the Force, but for many like the Warhost of the Clan death remained the grandest mystery.

Ultimately, the philosophical questions did not matter. The Consul had made his desires no. Which meant that, for now, Bentre Stahoes acted as his left hand. It was to this end that he had directed the sizable crowd into the depths of the Sadowan temple. Humans and aliens, men and women, soldier and Clanmates- they had all come to the Sith for instruction. The hallway stretched before them, a large door awaiting them at it's far end. The Proconsul smiled to himself as he motioned for his retinue.

"Come on, everybody. We do not normally open these portions of the temple to outsiders, but it has become clear that you need instruction. I cannot guarantee that this will help, but I am going to teach you in the same way that I learned the basics among many skill sets. I hope this will be acceptable." There was feigned joviality in his voice. He could feel the confusion of several. It did not matter, really. Striding forward, Bentre pulled the large doors open. "This is one of our vaults. Normally I personally use this room to store the subjects of experiments." He stressed the last word with a small shrug.

"What?" A voice rose up over the crowd.

"Ah, there are all sorts of things that I like to do. I have been taking part in some studies on mystical arts, their effects on various biological subjects, or ways to create or imitate life. It is all just little things like that." Bentre waved his hand in the air as he strode through the now open doorway. "See, this room is a special vault secured against natural disasters, as well as any number of attacks you could likely imagine. In the past we sometimes kept artifacts in here. This will be your training area."

Stahoes walked over to the wall beside the door, punching keys in a flurry of muscle memory. Several loud clanks, hisses and the grinding of something mechanical in the walls echoed in the sizable room. Heads swiveled and eyes focused on the Battlelord's form as he turned back to face them again. "You see, the fun thing is this. I have to leave you all in this room while I take care of some things. We have lots of training to do today. I hope you will find your way out easily enough. In the corner you will find your tools." Bentre pointed at the far corner, which prompted several of the group to move toward it. The Sith could not keep the laugh from his voice as he spoke again. "Once I close this door the room will lock down. It is up to all of you to figure out a means of escape. Pressure brings out the best and worst in people, after all." As he spoke the last words, Bentre stepped backwards out of the room, pulling the door closed. The sound of locks engaging preceded several muffled cries.

Turning from the door, the man pulled out a commlink, shaking his head before activating it. "Well, the first part of the training has begun, Consul. I have some blaster training exercises and a few other fun things planned. Figured you might like to know. I will leave an order with one of the servants on duty to unlock the room in a few hours. They should have enough air, I think." He mulled over the question for a moment. "I might have to open the vents about halfway through. With any luck, a number of them should pass with flying colors."

As he clicked off the commlink, the Corellian considered the situation. He had been in a similar bind a few years ago. A risk of life and limb pushed people to some amazing highs or crushing lows. He had meant it, the part about with any luck. Experience was the best teacher, and by the gods he was going to give his assigned group all of it they could put up with. Or perhaps, he smiled to himself, a little more.

Remember my apprentices the force surrounds us, penetrates us, and is present all around us. Think of it as if you are a power coupling. With out the electricity that flows through it the coupling is nothing but an unused machine part. But together you can generate enough energy to power a light saber,"said the male human Brotherhood instructor, Mordred Darklighter, to the group of 8 Clan Tarentum apprentices who all stood around with their training lightsabers at the ready.
This was the day they would challenge their teacher to see if they were worthy of receiving their first real lightsaber.
If they failed they would start their training all over."Now which one of you would like to be the first?" Asked Darklighter with an horrid smile on his face.
Tristan raised his hand. "Yes apprentice Rivers?"

"Can we use an form we want?"

The young Instructor chuckled a bit to himself. "By all means, but since most of you are familiar with form I Shii-Cho, I recommend you stay with that form."

going to opposite sides of the training arena Tristan and Darklighter squared off against each other. Tristan could feel the huge dark power of his instructor.
"Could someone this strong have really just graduated from the Shadow Academy only two months ago?"

“I sense your fear apprentice good use it to your advantage."
Darklighter told Tristan.
Tristan turned his attention towards his teacher.
"So apprentice are you going to attack sometime this century?!" Joe said positioning his red lightsaber around until he was standing in a defensive position of form 6.
Both of them were 18 years old and had the same amount of training as each other, but despite this Joe was extremely more powerful than any apprentice at the Shadow Academy even some Masters.This is how he was able to graduate and be assigned as an instructor I in Clan Tarentum so quickly.
Raising his training saber slightly above his head, Tristan readied himself into an offensive position of Shii-Cho.

"Begin!" Yelled Darklighter.

Sticking his hand out Darklighter force pushed Tristan back several feet knocking him out of his offensive position. Using the force he managed to reach Tristan with in two strides. Jumping over his head Darklighter attempted to strike him but Tristan managed to barely block Darklighter’s blow aimed for his head.

Landing, Darklighter started attacking him with a series of spins and quick attacks. His Ataru form was having the desired result he wanted, for Tristan could barely keep up with his numerous flips and rolls that were quickly followed with a saber attack.

Dodging a force pull that Tristan aimed at him, Darklighter landed on his feet with his back to Tristan. Swinging around Darklighter tried to slash him across his chest but instead of blocking the attack, Tristan turned his body away from Darklighter’s crimson blade missing his skin by mere inches.

Stabbing forward, he forced Darklighter to jump to his right. Spinning around Tristan swung low attacking where his legs would be once he landed. However Darklighter brought his blade down easily deflecting Tristan’s attack and force pushing him into a nearby Pillar and onto the floor. Flipping himself up Tristan was now forced on the defensive blocking Darklighter’s strong but precise attacks.
Recognizing his teacher’s use of Makashi, Tristan stopped back pedaling and stood his ground responding to Darklighter’s precision with the strong defense of Soresu. Tristan swung his blade down at him from an angle trying to get Darklighter to move away but instead he brought his red blade up meeting Tristan’s training saber about half way through his swing.

Swinging to the left and right quickly, apprentice Tristan barely managed to deflect each of these blows when Darklighter responded by kicking him straight in the chest knocking him to the ground several feet in front of him. Tristan thinking Darklighter would press the advantage rolled to his right swinging his blade in a high arch. Back to his feet, he was surprised to not see Darklighter in front of him but still standing in his same position he was earlier.

"Ahhh!" Darklighter yelled having both of his hands back before reaching out and striking Tristan with a torrent of black force lightning, sending Tristan’s body flying backwards until he hit the wall with a loud thud.

Looking down at his stunned apprentice, Darklighter spotted his training saber laying several feet in front of him. Using the force he attempted to brought the weapon to him ending their duel. In the middle of flying towards him the weapon stopped in mid air with Tristan’s hand reaching out with the force as well.

"This is not over!,"he yelled struggling to over come Darklighter’s telekinesis, which was causing the training saber to flip violently in both directions.

“Yes it is," Darklighter added overwhelming his opponent, realizing Tristan was growing weaker and weaker by the second.

In a surprise twist Tristan let go of the training saber which caused the weapon to violently whip back at Darklighter who with the aid of the force easily caught the weapon. Not waiting around Tristan sprinted forward meeting Darklighter with a crash of yellow and crimson blades.

"You're beginning to look tired,"Darklighter said raising their blades slightly up at an angle.

"Unlike you,"Tristan added breathing hard and realizing Darklighter was holding back the entire fight. He wasn’t even using a quarter of his strength.
Switching off his training saber, Tristan suddenly moved forward not being able to stop his own momentum as Darklighter side stepped his saber coming down. Swinging his lightsaber handle around Darklighter brought it to the back of Tristan’s head, ending the duel.

"Well fought apprentice, now stand down,"said Darklighter with his arms crossed.

Breathing hard, Tristan put away his weapon. "You held back?” Tristan asked his teacher.
“Only because you wouldn’t have lasted 2 seconds if I was really trying to kill you.” Darklighter said, angering Tristan at his own weakness. “Don’t worry you have proven yourself worthy of receiving your first lightsaber apprentice.” Darklighter reassured him. “Thank you master.” With that Tristan bowed and to his seat next to the other apprentices. “So who’s next?” Asked Darklighter.