The First Step (Theon, The Darkness)

[Kay]

(Look at the bottom of Eris's profile for a description of the Revenant. Oh and I've PM'ed both of you with the details)

Despite Eris’s proud stance, it was obvious that the robes of the order weighed heavily on her as she considered her latest task; her void milky eyes falling on the small holo-projection before her. The image was of a young boy with a steely gaze and a slightly chubby face, his current attire a little darker than Eris cared for. She’d heard that his master had died as such news traveled fast within the order but she didn’t expect the following event, where she’d have to take him on as a padawan. With a pained grimace, she turned her gaze aside as she brushed her fingers through her hair in frustration, resisting the temptation of an emotional outburst.

They knew she’d already picked out her own padawan so she was filled with questions like, what if the one was to believe she was showing favoritism or they didn’t get on well with each other. Surely the council knew how fickle and prone to paranoia some of the initiates tended to be but she knew they’d made up their mind. So, with a small bow of her head, she accepted, “Very well, if it’s what the council wishes.” At the very least, they hadn’t dismissed her already picked out padawan so she wasn’t going to dismiss their request that she train this one.

With everything said and done, Eris calmly reached out and pressed a small button on the table the projection was on, watching as it flickered out before looking up towards the council. “I shall attend to my padawans then. May the force be with you,” she said before giving one final bow and turning on her heel, her robes billowing out behind her as she stepped swiftly out the council chambers. She wasn’t angry or excited, she was simply late.

As she made her way through the halls, she pulled her hood tighter around herself, causing a dark shadow to fall over her eyes as she entered the Jedi hangar. The light click of her footsteps echoing throughout the still ship enclosure as she approached the Revenant, the transport she hoped to meet her new padawans at. Logically, they probably wouldn’t know the ship itself though so she’d simply left them a message to meet in the hangar. Stopping just under the Revenant’s cockpit, she slowly turned to observe the hangar entrance, folding her arms by tucking her hands inside her copious sleeves as she waited.

[niben]

As the older padawan walked into the room, he looked around, the room filled with Ships and droids. At that moment, he spotted Eris and thought, "Is that the one who sent me the message?" He walked to her, cautiously. As he walked toward her, he tried to sense anything. He failed to sense anything. Just a nervous Jedi Master with a heavy burden to carry. When he finally got there taking a few seconds, he spoke.

"Hello. My name is Theon. I got a message from someone named Eris. Might you know where I can find her?" his voice, quiet and calm, almost like a whisper as he spoke. He examined her a moment. She almost looked scarier than he had thought he had looked. She wore what looked like a reddish robe with a black brestplate. He looked around her and finally spotted her lightsaber.

Her lightsaber was right where he expected it to be, hooked on a belt, on her side. "I imagine since your not grabbing me and throwing me in a ship, we're waiting for someone else?" His voice still calm and low, just this time, he was smiling. "If we are waiting for someone else, what is his name? How old is he?" His voice still quiet and calm. His smile disappeared.

[The Darkness]

Who sent me this message?

Gris wondered around the possibilities as he searched for his clothes. He got inside a simple pair of trousers, a long-sleeved shirt and an overcoat, quickly also placing in his boots.

Oh... It could be a master... Finally...

He was prepared now, quickly leaving his room and walking towards the hangar. His fingers traveled through his hair, brushing it the best he could so it fell beside his face and not in front.

Well... Whatever it is, it's better than going around the temple with nothing to do but studying...

His final thoughts as he reached the hangar were stopped as he finally saw who was the one that sent the message. It was Mistress Eris, one of the members of the council. It couldn't be the other boy, as he really had not much of an idea of who he was, only having seen him once or twice around the temple.

Gris finally reached towards the two of them as they were talking, and bowed to the Mistress before speaking, and comfirming his thougts. "Mistress Eris... Was it you who sent the message?" he asked politely, simply out of curiosity, and hope of having a 'yes' for an answer.

[niben]

As Theon looked at who he had hoped was Eris, he sensed footsteps coming from outside of the room. He turned around. He sort of frowned when he saw that he was eyeing a kid. He looked down at the boy, seeing how he was only slightly younger he was than him. He shook the boys hand. "Hello. I am Theon Dement. Are you looking for Eris?" He asked calmly, his voice calm and quiet.

He stood there, waiting for a reply. He turned back to Eris. Why won't she answer? Is she as nervous as I am? He thought. "What is your name? How old are you?" He asked, his voice still quiet and calm. I gotta get used to talking louder... He thought as he looked at the little boy. He didn't want to call him little one or small one or young one, because he didn't look all that small.

[Kay]

Eris regarded Theon coolly, almost as if she were carefully weighing his worth. He appeared fit enough and she knew he had quite a bit of experience, having already faced a dark jedi but she was going to forget this for now. For while she was sure his old master did a fine job in training him, he’d have to match up to her own standards now. And so, it was almost as if he were starting right from the beginning with his previous experience and training hopefully acting as a booster.

She was about to respond to him but paused as she noticed the answer to one of Theon’s questions already making his way down towards them, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she watched him approach. Eris’s search for a padawan had been nothing short of painstaking and when she first laid eyes on Gris Arild, she knew he was the one she’d pick. She especially found his roots interesting, seeing as he came from a republic officer and a smuggler; two complete opposites.

As Gris bowed, Eris gave her own bow of respect before speaking, her smile gone now, replaced by the same expressionless look she had carried earlier. “This is Gris Arild, Theon,” she answered for Gris, deciding to pick things up a bit so they could get on with the training. “And yes, I sent you the message Gris as well as Theon here. From today, you two are my padawans,” she pointed out, her tone seemingly indifferent despite the odd circumstances. She said no more however as she reached deeper into her sleeve and pressed a hidden button.

A small click was heard from the ship, followed by a loud hiss of released pressure as the entry ramp began to drop with a low hum; finally coming to a stop with a light metallic clink as it hit the floor. Turning, Eris motioned for the padawans to follow her as she moved up the ramp and into the lounge, a simple grey interior, with a white lounge seat; the seat forming a semi-circle of sorts around a small table. “Please sit down and perhaps get to know each other, we’ll be taking off soon,” she advised, leaving the two to the lounge as she disappeared into the entryway leading to the cockpit.

[The Darkness]

Eris spoke, but yet he hadn't answered the other question that Theon answered. It would just have to wait until they had settled their place in the ship.

He followed Eris while she guided them towards the lounge of the ship, not taking too much care of detail for that moment. Simply sitting down in the lounge seat, Gris thought it was the best time to answer his partner, and also ask questions himself.

"Well... I'm fourteen..." he said, trying to remember Theon's name. "Theon" he finished, the name quickly getting back into his head. "And, how old are you?" he now asked, wanting to know the same things that he had told him.

[niben]

While they walked toward the lounge and to the seats, he looked down to Gris and smiled. As they sat down, his smile disappeared, replaced by an emotionless face. As they sat down, he thought to himself about his old master. He knew that his master would be proud of him for this.

"Well.....I'm fourteen." Gris spoke, interrupting his thoughts. "How old are you?" he spoke again. Theon looked at the boy, still not wanting to offend him by reminding him that he is older. "I am sixteen. What were you like as a child, before you joined the order?" Theon asked, his voice still quiet and calm.

He leaned toward Gris and whispered, "you should strap yourself in. This may be a bumpy ride." As he got up to walk around, he kept an eye on Gris, making sure he was strapping himself in. He looked forward at Eris. "Master. I do not mean to sound rude, but where might we be going?" He asked quietly.

[Kay]

(Sorry for the short reply guys. I’m already working on two large posts, so I felt a little lazy while typing this out…)

Eris quirked an eyebrow as she heard the odd question Theon had directed at Gris, she paid it no mind however as she entered the lounge again - the ramp already hissing closed as the ship prepared for departure, having been set to auto-pilot. It wouldn’t fly off planet just yet however as Eris needed to be at the controls for that, but for now she was content to let it exit the hangar and simply glide along while she explained the mission to her padawans.

“Nar Shadaar, Theon. I hope to make contact with an informant there concerning recent slave runs,” she explained before taking a seat by her padawans, her mind already wondering how exactly she was going to approach this. “Anyway, I better get us on course to our target, I’m sure you two are eager to begin,” she said, after a time, standing up from her seat before making her way back to the cockpit.

[niben]

Nar Shaddaa, huh? Hmm. Might be fun.... He walked to a back room and threw down his bag. He started digging through it, ignoring all of the books and finally reached what he was looking for. It was a small droid, About the size of a ball, with a small gun on the front of it. He pulled the Lightsaber from his belt and ignited it. He pressed a small, almost see-able button on the back of the droid and tossed it up in the air. He started swinging his saber around, deflecting the bolts to the walls.

After about a half hour, he turned off the droid and stuck it back in his bag and swept the hair covering his view from his face. He was tired. Tired, and bored. He started digging through his bag again. This time, pulling out a book. He walked across the room and sat down on a bed. He opened the book and read the first page. Ugh. I should stop reading as much.... I need some sleep. He put his book down and turned over. He lost himself in his thoughts as he drifted to sleep.