Lost in thoughts

[Kieran Sontebren]

The view was amazing, it was not what he thought it would be. As Kieran regained part of his memories he was remember stories about this moon, it was bombed by his own people, Ars Veruna, King of Naboo in an alliance with Alexi Garyn's Black Sun crime syndicate, the notorious crimelord and gambler Gardulla the Hutt, and the fanatical Bando Gora terrorist group led by Komari Vosa. But now it was full of life again, it was a notorious work done by someone. He was driven to suit number three, as he believed it would be a room, was not, was an entire house, they went to backway glassed and curtained door, slide-able doors, and tiled pathway, on the third branch, they walked up to a massive mini-mansion sized building; the third matching building of the six erected. Just as the resort was, it was matching in color and complexity, regal building measure giving it a refined and worthy look despite matching the other buildings near it.

Then he received a keycard from the lady, and before she left said "Your fridge and cabinets are stocked with food items and drinks, sir. Is there anything you might need?"

Kieran allowed a moment, “Not for now, I’ll call you if I need something else.”, then he went to the balcony, the breeze was soft, calm, he sat and started to meditate in everything that happened, he got again that connection, it was feeling strange at first but he was taking the grasp of it, even he wasn’t able to do something else than sense the life around him, at least it was enough for him to start craving for more, the more he practice it the more he would be capable of defending, or at least be alerted, but he knew there were something else, and that he needed to find someone that wanted to teach him the ways of the force. But who.

He just awaken from a long sleep, the doctors said he was in coma for two years, that was a long time, and who taught him to use the force, who taught him to unleash that kind of power, he felt that it was just the tip of something bigger, and he wanted more.

[Slade Xandir]

Blood meanwhile had changed into more personal clothes, his black silk slacks, a pair of vyperskin calf-height boots tucking in the ends of the slacks. A matching vyper skinned weapons belt sitting snuggly over his waist as it held the bottom hem of his black button-up. On his waists sat both of his lightsabers, and rather than keeping them in their wrist holders, he kept them in their original holsters. Unraveling his hair from the braid, the dark mane sat against his broad back, several tendrils snaking across his shoulders.
Walking out of the changing room, he tossed the disguise clothes in the trash bin, knowing he wouldn't need them anymore. The Sith Lord then began to walk out of the resort's registration building, and into the pasture just before it. Multiple scents of flowers and trees greeted him, the flora wafting their happiness and gratitude against his nares. A pleasant smile began to brim atop his lips, but stalling it, he chose to interact with his newest guest to his moon.

Standing against a tree, he expanded his mastered Senses, and felt across the living organisms in his immediate vicinity with a slight push of his power. With it he recognized immediately the Omwati sisters enjoying a comfortable meal in the lounge, the vibrations around them indicating them conversing with each other. Further out, he felt Fox, his first Apprentice doing a workout routine in the exercise room down in the first Suite. Thuds and stompings bashed noisily in the Force, and Blood knew his Apprentice was getting an ample workout.

And slightly further out, the Sith Lord found himself against a gentle but searching soul, one he had familiarized himself with on the cargo ship. And in the latch he formed with the aura of this being, Blood brought an Illusion to the forefront of Kieran's mind, an image of direction where he would see a travel route out of the suite he was in, outside of the resort, and into the very meadow Blood stood in. It was a visual and very detailed direction, one showing a path Kieran should take if he wanted to find someone who truly brought him here for answers to questions on his personal destiny.

And in a swirl of ember tinged smoke, the Illusion dissipated. Blood stood waiting for the man to join him, and until that moment came, he would have a bit of fun with his pyronetics. Summoning a fire through frictioned air and direct heat from the sun, a miniature blaze was brought to life in his hands. With a slight twinge of controlled alteration, he formed the blaze into the shape of a dragon, one specifically modeled after his own Arkanian mount. The dragon's shape grew and grew as he playfully flicked a few droplets of flares into it's mouth, and soon the flaming shape was the size of the pup of a medium dog. Blood brushed a hand against the head of the fiery dragon, chuckling at the tingle of the fires against his controlled touch. It then took to the air, and after he held his arm out, the visual flaming illusion landed atop it.

[Kieran Sontebren]

It was a small practice after all, he needed to practice more, to learn more about the force, he opened his mind so his sense was receiving all the signal he could perceive, it was like a new experience, with his closed eyes he could feel the movement of a nearby tree with the small breeze that was dancing around, little animals that took refugee in small holes, birds dancing with the sun, then, he saw something, he felt something was touching his mind. An image, it was clearly that someone was connecting with him, but who. The image was largely recognized by him, it was starting in the door of his room, then like a map it was showing him where to go, Kieran opened his eyes and followed the path he got.

It was strong, and he wanted to know who that person was, who was calling him, what would be his or her intention, but Kieran was eager to know, eager to understand more about it, grasp more power, he felt that he needed to grow, make an impact in the whole galaxy, and fix what was wrong, clearly, he knew that being polite wasn’t the real way to resolve that problem, he must use the a strong will, showing no mercy to those that are doing bad things, he believed that the power must be used to restore the order.

The image let him go outside the resort, a man was near a tree in a meadow, when Kieran was getting closer he could see a fire type animal, and he was impressed even the small size of it, could he one day create something like that, it was clear that this person had the knowledge, or at least partially what he was looking for. So once he got closer to that person he sat in his kneels, closed his eyes and tried to send a message to him, “Master”, he didn’t know if he was capable of transmit it, but he thought that if that man could send him something to his mind, he could read, Kieran was hoping to be certain of it.

[Slade Xandir]

Turning to face the kneeling man, Blood met him with a satisfied smile. Atleast he was willing, and that was usually the harder part. He didn't want to leap into the submission so soon, but Kieran beat him to the punchline. Golden eyes met the light azures of the kneeling man, both he and the dragon synonymously seeming to peer deeper than just a friendly glance.

"Enjoying my moon so far, Kieran?" he asked politely, his gravelly voice more often than not familiar to the young male by this time. Kieran might be surprised that the stranger who suckered him into joining him on this moon would happen to be a Force Wielder, let alone a Sith Lord, but everyone's minds were different.

"Ive tasted what lies not only in your mind, but in your heart. The confusion, the drive, the passion to find what is right, versus what is wrong. So I want to hear the sin amongst this edenous paradise from the lips of the devil, himself...What is it you are searching for, Kieran?"

The fiery dragon swishes a blazing tail over Blood's shoulder, 'Mr. X' a calm façade of bliss and peaceful time in his facial expression. This place was not only home, but a reason for him to continue his strive for better. He would grow this moon into what it was meant to become, and that surely mean a personal Alderaan, just for him. And once it met his expectations, only then would he open services to the galaxy, and make rise of creditary earns from his business. Until then, this was his base, a haven for his pupils and ideals.
And the latest was to make his own self known, right here, right now.

[Kieran Sontebren]

Wake up… wake up... said a voice in his head, something or someone was calling him, but Kieran was unable to move, he was unable to open his eyes. Wake up… wake up..., the same voice repeat over and over again, it was an urge to stand, his muscles started to response, but the weight he was carrying was too heavy for him. Wake up… wake up..., and image formed in his head, someone in dark suits was waiting for him, his eyes was like a flame, he looked as he had the power to destroy or give life, the same power Kieran was looking for, and he was calling him, he wanted to know why, and he wanted to response. Wake up… wake up... this time he could move his eyelids, the room was white, and someone in a white dress came to check him, "How do you feel young man?" was the first words he heard in long time.

Maybe that was the call, maybe The Force was calling him, to let him know that somebody would help him find his purpose again, and the almost the same man he saw in his dreams is now standing by him, and he was accompanied by a fire dragon, "Enjoying my moon so far, Kieran?" For Kieran was a pleasure to be in a paradise like that moon, it was resembling like his home planet Naboo, but he knew that this wasn’t a trip for pleasure, he had work to do, and first was to find what happened to his previous master, and what happened to the Sith. In his mind he prepared to answer him This is a beautiful moon, Sir, is peaceful, but...” and he suddenly remembered something else, like a chant trying to escape from his heart, his mind and his lips and he just muttered “...Peace is a lie...”; then the man continued talking"I’ve tasted what lies not only in your mind, but in your heart. The confusion, the drive, the passion to find what is right, versus what is wrong. So I want to hear the sin amongst this edenous paradise from the lips of the devil, himself...What is it you are searching for, Kieran?" after that he felt like a heavy burden in his heart was lifted away and he wasn’t carry anything left, “...Peace is a lie, there is only passion.”.

He made his mind, he knew exactly what he was looking for, freedom, but not the freedom normal people looked, as for being free to do whatever they wanted, not that kind of freedom, what Kieran was searching was to break his past, be free to be anyone, be free to use power against those who oppose him, be free to master the force, and that thought let him say “I want the force free me from my chains.”

[Slade Xandir]

Blood swirled the words around in his mind as they slid inside his ears. The desire was there, the passion was not empty; it was pure. And there was nothing more religiously right than a pupil looking for truth from their mentor. To Kieran, Blood would not only shed light on the ignorance Kieran had been so lost in, but to give him the insight to pursue his dreams.
Even if all they did was lead right back to his grace.

"There is nothing so dominant as a Master stooping to assist his Submissive; that is the key to strong and resound leadership. I will mold you into a vessel that holds the key of not only destruction, but of creation, as well. And every species shall scurry to either earn your respect, or flee your might in terror. Together, we will bring the Sith a name of undisputed legacy, Kieran."

Blood was incannily sure of Kieran's fantasies as those words left his newest pupil's maw. This one tasted what the Force had to offer, and not too far from it came the lust to ingest more.

"You've sensed my power, my presence, my spark in the Force. I feel your slight awareness, and in time, it will grow exponentially and nothing will have power to hide from you. But as you have the power to Sense, I want you to see the disturbance that only death can inflict within the Force. Heed the Force, and follow it to the stark contrast of it's hold of Life, versus it's absence in Death."

Blood had a butchers shop on this planet where banthas and other herd animals were killed and used to stock the meats of this planet. Even now, Blood could sense the calling of the lonely Bantha as it sat trapped in a single cage, awaiting it's fate. A gloved hand belonging to an unknown humanoid pressed a long and inactive vibrowblade against the tight space of the cage, resting just at the furry jugular of the confused and startled beast.

Blood released himself into the webs around them, feeling the vibrations of the quivering beast, the heat of friction, the tension of taunt muscles. The enrgy built around the single place where this Bantha and Butcher resided, heat building as the massive herd animal looked frantically for an escape.
The climax reigned high, unleashing a turmoil within the Force that Kieran surely could feel.
But the absence that burdened all and every was when that blade slashed across that throat, and the struggle ceased.
The dissapation of energy, the eclipse of the tide within the realms of this situation...

Blood turned to Kieran, gauging his own interpretation.
What did he feel of this disturbing happening?

"Skip upon the silk road of the Force until you find the tear in the ribbon, Kieran. Find that Distrubance, and familiarize yourself with the differences of pristine Force, and tarnished circumstances."


[Begin Sense Disturbance App 100 Words]