Shaderon

[Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce]

*Damien turned, he saw the great amounts of impatience in his eyes, and it almost came hard to believe he was once a Shadourian Warrior*

"Your leaving is not my choice to decide"

*Nikana arose to speak before Damien had a chance to continue, and revealed to Damein yet another secret of his heritage*

"And, why is that? your the Prince of this planet are you not?"

*Damien was taken back by this statement, it came as a shock to him. Him a prince? no, there was one before him.*

"And what of my brother, Traycin?"

*NIkana smiled, as he shruged a bit, his face showing some cluelessness*

"You see, Damien. Your brother ignored his call. The force summoned you here, as it did your brother first. Though he never came."

*Damien took this in and pondered it. Was that true? Shadourians didnt tend to force things upon people. He sighed a bit, and accepted his title with no formal recognition, and turned once again to face No Name who was still waiting impatiently for an answer.*

"No, your place is here for the moment. You have much to learn."

[The Madet Legacy]

"ME learn? I don't need to learn anything! Nothing from a KID at least."

*His temper flared. This kid, supposedly his "Prince", was treating him, a killer and more experienced fighter, like dirt! However, he did have a small bit of a memory pop into his head. Something like a trial, sentencing someone to exile for their crimes. He didn't see the whole thing, though. The Memory ended as quickly as it came


Out side of his own world, other people would probably notice that he had zoned out for a few moments as the memory appeared*

[Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce]

"So you would rather face the wilderness, and the rest of the galaxy, as an untrained rouge with a fancy pistol?"

*Damien grew in intrest as he noticed him zone out, even if it was only for a mement. He recognised that look, he had seen it on..., hed seen it a million times before. And he knew what was happening, or atleast he had a hint.*

"Something wrong?"

[The Madet Legacy]

"No...Nothing...Just a bad memory."

*He chuckled at the fact that the two of them had switched positions so quickly. At first, it was the Kid who was zoning out, and now it was him!

It was then, that he had an idea. For the first time in his life(He thinks), he would ask for help*

"How can you help me remember my past?"

[Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce]

*He turned his head slowly to allow the words to futher themselves into his mind which currently was in a state of sudden suprisement as No Name asked for help. He spoke carefully, he could help, though there was nothing he could garentee.*

"How, is another matter. But i will help you, but you must also learn to help yourself. You lack the diciplines displayed by your peers, i think its important that you reunite yourself with old teachings, to begine with."

[The Madet Legacy]

"How do I do that?"

[Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce]

*Damien allowed a small smile to curl upon his face, as he spoke, and awaited patiently an answer, though he wasnt exactly sure on what to expect.*

"Training."

[The Madet Legacy]

"What kind of training are we talking about?"

[Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce]

*Damien turned to meet him with a look that showed nothing but seriousness, the seriousne of a diciplined warrior, which was what No Name would become should he choose to follow*

"You relearn what you have learned, im offering to retrain you in the ways of the Shadourian"

[The Madet Legacy]

"Do I have to get rid of my blasters?"

[Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce]

"Yes, the first combat arts we ill train in is the Unarmed styles, then on to Melee and Ranged weapons."

[The Madet Legacy]

*He reluctantly unholstered both of his blasters and tossed them to the ground. His blasters were his life and this....kid was telling him to get rid of them*

"Now what? Dance around and sing praises to the fighting Gods?"

[Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce]

*He would soon realise the seriousness of this training. If he didnt well, an untrained fighter dosent last long in the galaxy. Damien turned to Nikana, who arose and fluidly motioned with his arm to extend a single finger that pointed to the grand dorr in which they entered.

Damien stepped throguh Followed by NIkana, whos with the shear will of his mind guided the Jedi through the halls and towards a large Circular room that was the training room.

The floor and walls was constructed out of a pure Shadourian metalic alloy found on the planet, a hard surface to train upon though it no doubt had a purpose, Racks of weapons lined the walls. Each and everyon was of a traditional make, the Guns, fired Projectiles rather than blasters. upon more racks, Asutoron swords as appose to lightsabers, they were all accomplanied with knives, darts, stars, and a serious of bloe propelled weapons along with a set of Bows.

there were training dummies that lined the sides of the walls standing silently only to be later beaten upon by the merciless force of the Shadourian Warriors that trained here.*

"This, is where your studies will begin. I hope your prepared to learn."

[The Madet Legacy]

*He wasn't listening. As soon as he had entered, two specific weapons caught his eye, and he immeadiately walked over to them*

"So, I get to use these things?"

*His voice held a bit of admiration in it. They weren't as elegant, and probably less deadly than his blaster, but these two guns seemed to call him to them. He turned back around to look at the Kid*

[Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce]

*Damien smiled as he removed from his holsters his own cumsomised Asutoron Handguns. and held one out for No Name to examine. Thier elegance and master craftsmanship outmatched that of the other guns in such a way that it was undescrubable, they were no doubt tools of death. Built specifically to bring pain misery and the utmost suffering upon ones foes.*

"Those are the training pistols. It is these guns you Shall wield, as your training progresses"