Rutian swirled the Lyaer'tsa around his head in a lightning fast motion that caught the young pilot off guard. The bladed staff had been meant only to injure, not to kill, but that was from a Twi'lek point of view. The harsh environment and brutal society of the Twi'lek people had taught them to be utterly ruthless and Rutians tortured past made him worse.
The blade sliced through the staff of the pilot recruit as he fell back and cried in pain at his shattered forearm. Rutian stopped himself from going further and looked down at the recruit on the ground.
"Some of you," Rutian began, quietly addressing the crowd of awe struck naval pilots, "may think that you are immune to the world around you. You are free, you're pilots and when you hack the black you are the hottest shit in the galaxy. The message you must receive is that you are not. You are all tools of the Vast Empire, soldiers, pilots, warriors and it is your job to live, not die, for your Empire." Rutian said, as he swept his Lyaer'tsa from one student to another.
"Up there in space, you may kill our enemies. You may defeat planets and systems, but down here you are mortal. Down here a laser will kill you ask quickly as a missile, sometimes faster. If you fail to train all of your fighting skill, you will never live to serve your Empire, you will die on the ground." Rutian said, planting his staff.
As the group stirred it seemed the more confident and stronger pilots and the few trooper recruits that happened to be in the training room that day started to move towards the front. Some had obviously taken offense at this 'xeno' would talk to them so bluntly. A large man stepped forward, obviously a stormtrooper that had made it through basic but not the academy. Rutian shrugged and winked at the trooper before collapsing the staff and sliding it into the case attached to his back.
"Spare the rod, spoil the child." Rutian said and the trooper roared in defiance as he charged.
Though large the man was by no means slow. Two quick steps closed the distance and he had entered a proper fighting stance while charging, his right haymaker only a fake for the sharp left jab. Unfortunately Rutian was far too quick. All the trooper saw was a blue blurr as Rutian turned like a snake onto his side and slid under him.
On the way through he pinched the nerve running down the achiles that went all the way up to the glutius nerve. The soldier noticed the pinch, but not its effect. As Rutian flipped up the soldier swung. Rutian caught the blow, stronger than he ever appeared, and used it was leverage to swing himself into the air and crack his right boot into the recruits face. He had only a second to grasp before his opponent landed behind him, his left leg sleeping out to catch the nerve cluster he'd pinched earlier.
The trooper went down in a howl of pain, his leg twitching. Rutian stood and looked at the officer in the doorway shaking his head, hand covering his eyes.
"Gentleman, never forget today's lesson. Dismissed!" He said, watching them all shuffle past Bacredi.
"That was bold, even for you Rutian. Were you in control?" Bacredi asked, referring to Ru's 'problem'.
"Completely." He answer, death and an icy chill in his voice, but a warm smile on his lips that exposed long fangs.
