Years ago Meschi had begun his training along side his brothers, Diete and Artum. He was the youngest, but by far the most naturally skilled with a blade. His mind wandered back a bit to those days..



The young man known as Meschi moved quickly through the halls of the great temple. His saber in one hand, he ran to catch up to his older brothers.

"Wait up, guys."

They chuckled. "Your to small to come on this one, Meschi."

"Wanna bet?" Meschi's foot landed as he spoke the last word. Artum's chin cracked aside by the blow. "I am coming." He stated as he landed with cat-like grace. ".. and neither one of you is going to stop me."

He grinned as they just shrugged and walked on, his grin widening as he saw Artum rubbing his reddened chin. Soon they came into a large room filled with powered down droids. Diete, who had already by this time left his master in the Jedi Order and taken up training with Emperor Palpatine, had begun to train both his brothers. Diete was a natural. He got everything right away from hand to hand combat and weapon play, to the manipulations of the Force.

Artum, now he was more inclined to the force and the sciences. Meschi.. how he was just a warrior. He loved it like nothing else, and he was good.. especially for his age. He could move like nothing the other two had seen before. It was natural to him. At times his limbs blurred to the point the other two could no longer even see them.

One could say that it bothered his brothers that he was so skilled in this area, and at such an age younger than they. However, they still encouraged him to grow and helped him all they could, atleast Diete did.

Artum was a bit of a loner. He kept to himself and basically studied alchemy and other sciences. Diete, however, now he was a real leader. He was going places, both with the Empire and as a Sith.

Inside their training simulation room, Diete pressed a button and the droids gave a few hums and groans and powered to life.

Meschi gave a grin. "Let's dance."