The crimson child -Male Sith Reader-

Where I come from

The young initiate nodded; his arrogance replaced by a newfound humility. He had learned a valuable lesson about the importance of discipline and respect in the face of true strength.

Commander Havok's display of skill and precision left all the initiates and instructors in awe. The room fell silent as they watched him effortlessly eliminate each enemy with calculated movements. It was a display of mastery that none of them had witnessed before.

With the obstacle parkour completed, Commander Havok turned his attention to the young brat who had challenged him. The brat's arrogance had been replaced with a mixture of fear and uncertainty. He realized that he had underestimated the Commander, and now he would pay the price. The Commander approached the brat with a stern expression, radiating authority and power. The initiates and instructors watched in anticipation, eager to see how this confrontation would unfold.

"Ready to face the consequences of your arrogance?" Commander Havok's voice was low and filled with a commanding presence.

The brat hesitated for a moment, but then nodded, steeling himself for the impending confrontation. He had no choice but to face the consequences of his disrespect. Without wasting any more time, the Commander signalled for the sparring match to begin. The initiates in the room held their breath as they witnessed the clash between the brash young recruit and the seasoned Commander.

The fight was swift and brutal. The brat attempted to land a few punches, but Commander Havok deftly evaded them, his movements fluid and precise. With every strike, it became evident that the Commander was not just a skilled soldier but a true master of combat.

In a matter of moments, the brat found himself on the ground, defeated and humiliated. The room was filled with a tense silence as the reality of his defeat sank in. The Commander stood over him, his expression unchanged, radiating an air of superiority.

"Remember this day, recruit," Commander Havok spoke with a calm yet authoritative tone. "Respect is earned, not given. You have much to learn before you can call yourself a soldier."

Commander Havok turned away from the defeated recruit and addressed the room filled with initiates and instructors. His voice carried a weight of experience and wisdom that demanded attention.

"Remember, each one of you has the potential to become a great soldier. But it is not just about skill and physical prowess. It is about discipline, respect, and unwavering determination. Train hard, learn from your mistakes, and never forget the sacrifices that come with protecting what you hold dear."

The room erupted into applause and cheers. The initiates were inspired by the Commander's words and the display of his unrivalled skills. They knew that under his guidance, they would become the best soldiers they could be.

Next on his agenda was a lecture Commander Havok had to give to the leading military officers about how to lead soldiers and deal with self-doubt in Nathema's harsh military. As he stood in front of the officers, Havok began his lecture with a commanding presence.

"Officers, today I want to talk to you about leadership in our harsh military environment. Leading soldiers is not an easy task, especially on Nathema where the stakes are high, and the consequences of failure can be dire. But it is in these challenging times that true leaders emerge."

Havok paused for a moment, letting his words sink in. He looked around the room, making eye contact with each officer to emphasize his point.

"Leading soldiers is not just about giving orders and expecting them to be followed blindly. It is about earning their respect, gaining their trust, and showing them the way through your own actions."