A day of solemnity and celebration was upon the Battleteam once again. In the dark depths of Silent Death Citadel, Tacitus Athanasius formed their eternal circle. Each member stood in their sacred position, saber in hand, ready for their next moment. The Battleteam Leader descended down the dark path and made her way to her illuminated place at the top left corner of the vault. The lantern light flickered in her eyes along with the excitement within them. Alara Deathbane came down the path a few moments later, escorting the newest initiate: Kylex. As tradition, the newest possible recruit was kept blindfolded. Alara Deathbane led the newest initiate to the middle of the circle of members, took off his blindfold, and went to her place at the right of the room. A banner for the Battleteam Leader and the Sergeant hung at the respective corners.
To the left of Kylex in clockwise formation stood Arron Saylos, Zehsaa Hysh, and Brandon Tarsus. To his right stood Kor Vaal, Koryn Thraagus, and Malodin’Tater. Arron Saylos stepped forward first.
“Kylex, Human Acolyte of Excidium, Clan Scholae Palatinae. This is your first question. Answer well, and I shall light my saber. Answer wrongly, you only have so many chances. What is an assassin’s greatest ally?”
The shadows, and silence, cloaking you from view and from mind, allowing you to deliver a kill then retreat.
With a nod, Arron Saylos stepped backwards and ignited his blade.
From the right, Kor Vaal stepped forward. “Kylex, this is your second question: What sacrifice must you make to be an assassin?
To become an assassin, you must trust no one, to have few possessions and to be willing to do anything to both survive and kill.
“Good answer.” Kor Vaal stepped backwards and turned on his violet saber.
Zehsaa stepped forward next. “Here is your third question, Kylex. What does the Force and an Assassin have in common?”
The force flows and surrounds us, penetrating us. An assassin is invisible like the force, but is always there.
Zehsaa smiled, nodded, and stepped backwards, her yellow blade igniting vibrantly.
“Kylex, you have made it thus far.” Koryn Thraagus stated solemnly. “Here is your fourth question: What does it mean to become fear itself?”
To become fear one must be without fear. To be unknown always watching, waiting for the moment to strike.
“And so you continue to press onward.” Koryn returned to his former stance and ignited his saber.
Malodin’Tater’s turn was next. He stood forward, and eyed the Acolyte closely. “Kylex. Your fifth question: What does true devotion to Battleteam and to House mean to you?”
A true devotion means giving myself fully to my clan and battleteam, mind body and soul.
“Truth is echoing in this hall tonight. Well done.” Malodin’Tater stepped backwards and illuminated his own saber.
“How will you sharpen your current skills towards benefitting Tacitus Athanasius?” Brandon Tarsus stepped forward, his pistol in hand.
I will train in the darkness, always prepared to strike any opponent who dares stand against our mighty clan. Focusing on movment and subtrafuge.
Brandon smirked, shot a fire at the ground, and stepped backwards.
Alara emerged from the right corner, her steps illuminating the ground’s markings of old age language as she walked. As she stepped into the circle from the right, next to Malodin’Tater, the other assassins closed in on the initiate, sabers pointing towards him. The Sergeant’s words echoed the halls.
“To be an assassin, is to be a predator on the hunt. Therefore, what is the greatest gift both assassins and predators can give to their prey?”
Death? A quick one at that. quick and clean. A lion uses all their strength to hunt mere rabbits, and an assassin should be the same.
“Aye. A good answer that is.” Alara looked to her sister and nodded, illuminating her bright yellow saber and pointing it towards Kylex. Battlemaster and Battleteam Leader Shadow Nighthunter walked towards the circle, standing next to her husband and sister. The path of markings vibrantly pulsed with light even though both Battleteam Leader and Sergeant were standing away. The Battleteam Leader lifted her head, her vibrant amber eyes flickered towards the Acolyte.
“Your final question, Kylex: *How does silence sharpen the blade?”
How does silence sharpen the blade? It teaches you to be able to kill without being detected.
With a smirk, Battlemaster and Battleteam Leader Shadow Nighthunter ignited her blade, and raised it up in the air. The members all did the same. Kylex immediately followed their actions and ignited his saber, holding it high in the air. He stepped back to complete the circle of assassins as he was instructed to do so.
“The Circle of Assassins is strongly lit, and never broken. None falter, and none step away from the path. Once a true assassin is initiated, the blood of Tacitus Athanasius never leaves their veins. And thus we are family to you, Acolyte Kylex.” Shadow’s voice resonated in the vault. “The Force shall guide your path in these halls, and you are now a member of the family here. The sharpest blade for the darkest of nights!”
“The sharpest blade for the darkest of nights!” The others exclaimed all at once. Suddenly the members of Tacitus Athanasius began walking, one by one, back up the path to the surface. Alara stepped behind Kylex, and wrapped a blindfold upon him once again.
“As your last step to becoming a true Assassin, lean on the Force as your guide from this place.” she spoke sternly. With a snap of Shadow’s fingers, the lanterns of the vault were extinguished.
As Kylex made it back to the surface, there he saw the icey light of the sun fall upon the great halls of Silent Death Citadel through large openings. Mountains scowered the background of the open hall. The ceiling was at least 20 feet high with small lanterns scattered across it. The members of Tacitus Athanasius were standing in the centre of the great hall, atop of the large bat symbol that was carved into the floor. At the back sat Battleteam Leader Shadow Nighthunter on a large, black throne. Alara sat next to her in another smaller throne. Both their banners sewn into the backs of the thrones.
“Welcome home, Kylex. Welcome to Silent Death Citadel.” Shadow spoke, ushering him towards her.
“Let the celebrations begin!” Alara exclaimed.