Fog filled the viewport of Senec's borrowed Vahlan fighter as canyon walls sped in a blur on either side of him. This was Vassek III, once a lair of the dread General Grievous, now the hidden dueling academy of the equally fearsome Sith, Lord Grievance Vexx. Senec's fighter darted and wove through the crags and pillars of the moon's canyon; though Senec was by no means an exceedingly skilled pilot, the course had already been laid in to the fighter's autopilot, a common destination for those acolytes and apprentices seeking training in the art of the duel. Here, buried deep in a maze of canyons and craters, Senec would find a hidden fortress, its enormous midnight-black facade rising like a prowling monster out of the mist and rock.
Fighter jets cooled and hissed as the Caamasi took control of the ship to bring it to a cautious landing on the dusty-gray surface of Vassek III. As the cockpit opened, Senec gathered his things. He traveled lightly as always; with a simple black robe cinched around him, he plucked his cane from the floor and slid his datapad into his pocket. Carefully, he lowered the ship ladder and descended it, the effort a slight struggle for his frail form without assistance from the Force. He did not call on the Force to ease his pain but rather coldly ignored its offers of help, instead dwelling on the pain and frustration of his elderly weakness and further strengthening his mind through endurance. Once on the moon's surface, he looked up, up, up at the immense fortress before him, whose upper echelons vanished into the surrounding fog so that its summit was not visible. Though he felt an understandable uneasiness, he also regarded the citadel with an archeologist's detached interest. This was a building of great archeological importance if indeed the legendary Grievous had lurked here. It was unknown whether this place predated Grievous or had been built specially for him - the architecture led Senec to believe it was far more ancient, but of course it could have merely been built in a purposefully archaic style - but regardless Senec's eyes lit with anticipation as he approached the threshold.
The door creaked open as he approached, whether through technology or Vexx's own Force-wielding Senec could not tell. An icy-cold wind swept past him as a long rusted corridor echoed in front of him. Senec felt the freezing gust clutch at his heart, its nails seeking to dig into his heart and clutch it fast with fear. Rather than cringing away from it, seeking to deny the fear, Senec accepted it with open arms, letting his naked dread gird him with further determination, seeking to fully experience the terror of what he faced so that his decision to push further in would be a mark of strength rather than foolhardiness. His heart frozen with dread, he pushed onwards, the taps of his cane echoing like ripples from a dropped stone in a pond.
At last he entered a great dark room, filled with strange statues and a wall of blankly staring sculptures. He examined them with a studied interest, not allowing the fear he embraced to betray itself in his posture or face. Instead, he paced along the back wall, taking note of the graceful yet strangely off-putting array of stone figures. Then something seemed to tingle in the back of his mind. He whirled around, sharp avian eyes piercing the blackness - and found a pair of slitted yellow eyes staring straight into his. Had he not been against the wall, he might have taken an involuntary step back; as it was, he stood his ground, watching as the monstrous Vexx loomed out of the shadows.
The cyborg lord was no less imposing than the last time Senec had encountered him in the Korriban Academy's war room. Nevertheless, this was his first time being alone before the dread lord, and his uneasiness rapidly intensified as the realization of how very alone he was became more apparent. As far as he knew, no other beings currently stood upon Vassek III save for himself and Lord Vexx; if he were to make any sort of a serious error, a lapse in judgment that ended with Vexx himself casting judgment, there would be no one within several parsecs to come to his aid, rescue him from whatever horrors his would-be instructor saw fit.
Vexx regarded him for a moment in a silence as stony as the sculptures behind Senec. Then, eyes glittering, he hissed a sibilant "Hello there." The stark contrast between the casual greeting and the deadly poise of the cyborg warrior struck Senec as darkly humorous. He wisely refrained from expressing the observation.
"You have come here to train, yes?" the cyborg said. It required no answer; had Senec come into Vexx's presence for any other reason without provocation, it would be immediately apparent to both of them how unwise that misstep was. Senec gave a small nod anyway, unwilling to leave anything to chance. Wordlessly, Vexx swept past him, a door sliding open, ensconced among the thick dark stone, as Vexx passed through it. Senec swiftly fell into step just behind him. To increase his speed to walk shoulder-to-shoulder with the duel master struck him as unwise; instead he trailed just behind him, sticking closely to him as lights seemed to spring out of nowhere in Vexx's presence and fade as he passed, turning and twisting in a labyrinth far beyond what even Senec's experienced memory could remember. At first, he attempted to keep a rough sketch of the facility in his memory, should he for any reason need to find his way out by himself. Just as quickly, though, he reluctantly abandoned the effort, the very energies of the dark side around this place seemed to discourage memories from sticking, seemed to render the entire maze of hallways and tunnels into an unknowable, ever-shifting vortex. Instead, Senec concentrated on getting a feel for the dark side energies of this citadel, seeking to bring his mindset in line with the aura of calculating rage surrounding this place.
At last, Vexx prowled into a new room, much the size of the one they had left, but well-lit, spartan in design, full of duracrete stages of various sorts, high-ceilinged and cavernous.
"I am Lord Grievance Vexx," the great cyborg growled, "Krigsbefallaf of House Cruor." He paced inwards, one skeleton-like hand gesturing outwards, "And this - this is where you will learn to become a master duelist."
Senec gripped his cane tighter, not drawing his blade just yet, but standing at the ready nonetheless. Til now, he had said nothing before Lord Vexx, only followed him with mute respect. Now he inclined his head in a short bow, "I am Apprentice Senec TInople, Lord Vexx, and I thank you for inviting me into your fortress. I have no misapprehensions about what awaits me; I know it shall be rigorous and full of opportunities not only for growth, but also for failure. Nonetheless, I stand ready to learn whatever you see fit, and stand or fall by your command. Teach me, Lord Vexx. I am your humble disciple."
With these words, he fell silent and awaited whatever Lord Vexx had prepared for him.
@Grievance Vexx