OOC: The purpose of this section of this thread is to serve for the training of the force power Life Sense. It should be noted that these are past events.
IC: An ancient and abandoned arachnid cave was one of the last places that Tryjo would have expected to be training with Quinton, but the ambience of the place was exactly what would be needed to teach Tryjo in the ways of the Force. As Tryjo stepped into the mouth of the cave, all he could see and smell was death – from the bones of long dead arachnids, to the bones of the prey upon which they fed. It was a damp, cold place without any signs of life, save for Tryjo and Quinton, and the only source of light, and heat, came from a single burning torch that Tryjo held tight.
”I do not understand what I can learn from this place. There is nothing here but death and decay; that is all I see.”
”That is because you are not looking as you have been taught. You are only relying on your physical senses to guide your path. Seek out the Force and begin to rely on it to help you determine what is around you. I will be waiting here for your return. Venture forth into the cave and reflect on what we have discussed.”
Tryjo gave a simple nod of submission to Quinton and began to make his way deeper into the darkness of the chasm. With each step, Tryjo could hear the crunch of death beneath his feet; from the light of the torch he could see rotted and mummified corpses littering the cave; he could smell the musk and mildew of an ancient dwelling that once teemed with life. Tryjo’s physical senses were inundated with perceptual information about the cave, but he could not rely on his human senses, as they were limited and flawed at best. He would have to allow his mind to begin processing the energy of the Force that was ever present and ever knowledgeable about what secrets were truly held within the walls of this deathly hollow.
Almost half a kilometer. That was the distance that Tryjo had traveled into the depths of the cave before he decided to stop and reflect on the prospect of life within it. Of course, this was partly due to the fact that he had just exited a cramped tunnel into a rather large room that was filled with stalactites and stalagmites, and it offered a prime opportunity for him to sit and rest. Tryjo located a small notch in one of the walls of the cave and he placed the handle of the torch securely into the opening. Looking around the open area, he found a smooth boulder amongst the rubble upon which he could sit, rest, and take a slow, long look around the desolate place.
Having rested for a short period of time, Tryjo decided to reach out and touch the energy field flowing through the cave; not touching it in a conventional way, but allowing his mind to intertwine with its processes and glean information pertaining to the prospect of life around him. Tryjo closed his eyes and reached out with his mind’s eye, allowing his thoughts and feelings to merge with the Force energy flowing freely through the tunnels of the cave. As Tryjo began to interact with the energy field, he attempted to discern any distinct variations in its flow that might be the result of coming from or in contact with other life-forms. Like that of the spider’s web, the energy spread throughout the entire cave, and Tryjo attempted to follow each thread of energy, individually, in an attempt to sense any subtle hint of life.
The search for life thus far was unremarkable and Tryjo decided to leave the large open area and allow the Force, like that of a river’s current, push him along its desired path. Tryjo retrieved his torch from the cave wall and extinguished the flame down to mere ambers, as to only allow a glimmer of light for his optical vision. Following the free flowing energy from tunnel to tunnel, Tryjo continued his attempts to allow the Force to reveal to him the presence of life within the cave. Having almost traveled a kilometer and a half toward the center of the planet, Tryjo continued his search for life; vowing not to leave the pit until he sensed its elusive presence.
Lub-Dub
The sound started to echo in the Force, and Tryjo could sense a slight vibration within the Force threads with every occasion of the strange noise. Isolating its general direction by sensing the forcefulness of its vibrations within the Force, Tryjo quickened his step in an attempt to locate this oddity. Several twists and turns later, Tryjo came upon a chamber that seemed to be at the very heart of the cave. Making his way slowly forward, guided by the vibrations in the Force and the glimmering ambers of light from the torch, Tryjo soon found the source of the mysterious energy pattern. An ancient arachnid, peppered by the sands of time, perched on a stone ledge that mostly likely had been its home since time immemorial. Not wanting to disturb the creature, Tryjo admired it from afar before retreating from the chamber. His ability to sense the creature through the Force was indeed rudimentary, but with refinement, Tryjo felt that he could very well hone the skill closer to perfection.
It took another hour or so, but Tryjo made his way back to ground level where Quinton was still waiting. After a brief explanation of the events that took place, Quinton congratulated Tryjo on accomplishing his goal, and the duo began to prepare a campsite where they would spend the rest of the night before returning to the Temple on the following morning. Most of the night, Tryjo meditated on the Force and how it was an integral part of life, trying to better understand its connection to life and how to apply it to sensing life.
A Shadow's Odyssey (Closed/Training)
Re: A Shadow's Odyssey (Closed/Training)
OOC: The purpose of this section of this thread is for the training of the Force power create light. It should be noted that these are past events.
IC: The empty cargo crate, more commonly known as just ‘the box’, was where Tryjo would find himself training this day. The box was about four meters long, three meters wide, and had a height of about two meters. When sealed, it was completely dark on the inside, but it was not an airtight container, so someone sealed inside would not have to worry about suffocating. In the center of the box, Tryjo had placed a well worn, grey blanket for him to sit upon. It definitely wasn’t the most appealing place to train, but the box would definitely serve the purpose today. Tryjo entered the ole crate and sealed the doors behind him.
Feeling his way along the inside wall, which was made of an aluminum alloy, Tryjo made his way toward the center of the box where his meditative pad awaited. Once located, Tryjo sat down upon the comfortable piece of cloth and tucked his legs underneath his body to begin today’s training session. Starting off as usual, Tryjo began to monitor his breathing with the utmost care and attention. With each breath, Tryjo would relax his body and center his mind on the task at hand. After a short while, Tryjo found himself in a state of physical and mental balance where he felt comfortable enough to start the session.
Stretching out with his senses, Tryjo began to seek out the Force energy flowing through the darkness of the box. There – It didn’t take him long to bind himself to the unique characteristics of the energy field permeating everything around him and ready the Force to do his very bidding. Attaching himself to threads of energy, Tryjo began to pull them to a place directly in front of his body; weaving them tightly into a ball of excitable energy. As the Force energy continued to gather and strengthen, Tryjo began to concentrate on capturing random particles from the air within the ball. Reaching out with his senses, Tryjo methodically searched for various elements within the very air itself, oxygen, hydrogen, nitrogen, and carbon to name a few, to collect within the energy ball. As the energy field grew, so did the concentration of particles within its grasp, and Tryjo continued this process until the energy ball was completely saturated with particles.
Holding the ball of Force energy to his front, Tryjo reached out his senses to the particles that were contained within the ball. Delving down to the subatomic level, Tryjo began to explore the various elements, their structure, and how they interacted with each other. Using the Force energy contained within the ball, Tryjo began to beckon each different type of element to assume a position relative to its own kind. With persistence, Tryjo was able to reconfigure the arrangement of particles within the ball and ready them for the creation of light itself. Having restructured the particles to better suit his needs, Tryjo began to focus his attention on the electrons of each particle and how they orbited around the nucleus of each atom. With the utmost attention to detail, Tryjo began to influence the electrons by bumping them with Force energy in an attempt to make them jump to a higher orbit; thus releasing a photon and creating light. The process was difficult and Tryjo had to maintain extreme mental concentration as he was trying to manipulate something that was infinitely small and intricate. With a tenacity that could not be broken, Tryjo began to sense that the electrons were beginning to be effected by the bumping of Force energy, and they would soon shift orbit and release light photons. As each successive particle began to emit photons, Tryjo hurriedly reinforced the shell of the ball of Force energy to reflect the light photons back into the ball itself. Thus, creating an orb of continuous light energy that would illuminate the inside of the crate.
Having successfully created an orb of continuous light, Tryjo rose from his meditation pad and made his way toward the door of the crate. It was a tedious task that he had accomplished, but the time and effort was well worth his time. Opening the crate door, Tryjo released the Force energy holding the light photons within the orb back into the environment to resume their natural state of existence. After all, keeping everything in balance was as crucial to his training as the actual creation of light itself.
IC: The empty cargo crate, more commonly known as just ‘the box’, was where Tryjo would find himself training this day. The box was about four meters long, three meters wide, and had a height of about two meters. When sealed, it was completely dark on the inside, but it was not an airtight container, so someone sealed inside would not have to worry about suffocating. In the center of the box, Tryjo had placed a well worn, grey blanket for him to sit upon. It definitely wasn’t the most appealing place to train, but the box would definitely serve the purpose today. Tryjo entered the ole crate and sealed the doors behind him.
Feeling his way along the inside wall, which was made of an aluminum alloy, Tryjo made his way toward the center of the box where his meditative pad awaited. Once located, Tryjo sat down upon the comfortable piece of cloth and tucked his legs underneath his body to begin today’s training session. Starting off as usual, Tryjo began to monitor his breathing with the utmost care and attention. With each breath, Tryjo would relax his body and center his mind on the task at hand. After a short while, Tryjo found himself in a state of physical and mental balance where he felt comfortable enough to start the session.
Stretching out with his senses, Tryjo began to seek out the Force energy flowing through the darkness of the box. There – It didn’t take him long to bind himself to the unique characteristics of the energy field permeating everything around him and ready the Force to do his very bidding. Attaching himself to threads of energy, Tryjo began to pull them to a place directly in front of his body; weaving them tightly into a ball of excitable energy. As the Force energy continued to gather and strengthen, Tryjo began to concentrate on capturing random particles from the air within the ball. Reaching out with his senses, Tryjo methodically searched for various elements within the very air itself, oxygen, hydrogen, nitrogen, and carbon to name a few, to collect within the energy ball. As the energy field grew, so did the concentration of particles within its grasp, and Tryjo continued this process until the energy ball was completely saturated with particles.
Holding the ball of Force energy to his front, Tryjo reached out his senses to the particles that were contained within the ball. Delving down to the subatomic level, Tryjo began to explore the various elements, their structure, and how they interacted with each other. Using the Force energy contained within the ball, Tryjo began to beckon each different type of element to assume a position relative to its own kind. With persistence, Tryjo was able to reconfigure the arrangement of particles within the ball and ready them for the creation of light itself. Having restructured the particles to better suit his needs, Tryjo began to focus his attention on the electrons of each particle and how they orbited around the nucleus of each atom. With the utmost attention to detail, Tryjo began to influence the electrons by bumping them with Force energy in an attempt to make them jump to a higher orbit; thus releasing a photon and creating light. The process was difficult and Tryjo had to maintain extreme mental concentration as he was trying to manipulate something that was infinitely small and intricate. With a tenacity that could not be broken, Tryjo began to sense that the electrons were beginning to be effected by the bumping of Force energy, and they would soon shift orbit and release light photons. As each successive particle began to emit photons, Tryjo hurriedly reinforced the shell of the ball of Force energy to reflect the light photons back into the ball itself. Thus, creating an orb of continuous light energy that would illuminate the inside of the crate.
Having successfully created an orb of continuous light, Tryjo rose from his meditation pad and made his way toward the door of the crate. It was a tedious task that he had accomplished, but the time and effort was well worth his time. Opening the crate door, Tryjo released the Force energy holding the light photons within the orb back into the environment to resume their natural state of existence. After all, keeping everything in balance was as crucial to his training as the actual creation of light itself.
Re: A Shadow's Odyssey (Closed/Training)
OOC: The purpose of this section of this thread is for the training of the Force power darkness. It should be noted that these are past events.
IC: Quinton stood looking at Tryjo waiting for a response. Both men were standing in a courtyard of sorts near the front entrance of the Temple; four solid walls, a stone floor, and a sturdy metal door encircled them while the ceiling was open to the brightness of the noon-day sunlight due to its translucent covering. ”Well, what is darkness?” asked Quinton. Tryjo was hesitant to answer, as he did not know if this was some kind of philosophical question or an actual scientific inquiry, but after a few seconds, he responded. ”I suppose that darkness is the absence of light.” Quinton gave a slight grin and slowly shook his head. ”Now, I suppose that you suspect there are deeper issues at hand, but today it is just that; the absence of light. You have already proved your worth at creating light in dark places, now bring the darkness to the place where there is light.” Tryjo nodded in the direction of Quinton, who had now taken a position along one of the side walls to watch him. Taking a moment to stretch to loosen his muscles and tendons, Tryjo slowly strode to the center of the room, looked up at the canopy covering the room, and prepared himself for the task of bringing darkness into the light.
Tryjo centered himself by performing some ritualistic breathing exercises and began to quite his mind in preparation of summoning the Force to do his bidding. When the time was right, Tryjo reached out with his mind’s eye and embraced the flowing Force energy that encircled the room and everything within it, including Tryjo himself, Quinton, and the object of his goal, the light. Taking a moment to bask in the energy field, Tryjo allowed himself to become almost intoxicated through the sheer presence of the Force permeating his body, but he quickly remembered his goal and refocused his attention on the task at hand. Stretching out his senses, Tryjo began to delve into the empty space that made up the majority of the room, searching for the tiny subatomic particles, photons, that were the carriers of this thing called light. This proved to be most difficult, as they were traveling at velocities that were incredibly fast, and as they impacted with the borders of the room, and everything else in the room for that matter, they would ricochet and travel off on another unknown trajectory. The sheer number of individual photons was also incalculable as well, as there must have been an infinite number of the tiny light carriers flying around the room, but Tryjo would attempt to intercept these miniscule bits of energy and redirect them to give a perception of darkness within the room.
Blocking out everything else, Tryjo began to focus intently on the photons that brought the perception of light through the eyes and into the brain for processing. In an attempt to catch and redirect these light carriers, Tryjo began to focus on creating a Force bubble or ball of intense energy in the center of the courtyard. Reaching out to the fabric of the Force, Tryjo pulled an energy field close to him and then began to manipulate it into a ball of energy. Slowly, he continued to focus pure Force energy into the growing bubble until it encompassed the entire courtyard, enveloping everything in the area. With a suitable bubble of energy in place, Tryjo now focused on the interior of the bubble itself, as this would be the place where he would attempt to drive the light from. Taking a moment to strengthen his resolve, Tryjo reaffirmed his mental concentration and stretched his arms out to his sides, brought them to his front clasping his hands, and then drew them to his chest; More symbolic than anything, but the movements helped Tryjo to center himself within the Force.
Tryjo began to draw additional energy into the Force bubble that he had already created, much like filling a spherical container with a substance of some sort. Focusing on the task at hand, Tryjo mustered as much mental stamina as he could to accomplish filling the bubble with enough energy to disrupt the light carrying photons. The goal was to thicken the energy field to a point as to slow the photons to a wavelength where they would not be visible to the physical eye, while at the same time not effecting other particles within the bubble such as oxygen for breathing. As the bubble continued to fill with energy, Tryjo began to tighten the threads of energy to a point where they would catch and hold the photons in place; thus not allowing them to transmit light to the eye. A mental and physical challenge, Tryjo’s resolve was truly being tested, but with the tenacity of a savaged rancor, Tryjo carried on with the process. And as if on queue – darkness. It was a strange sight as the energy thickened to a point where it began to stop the transmission of the light carrying photons, starting at the bottom of the room and working upward. Within minutes the entire room was black, not necessarily void of light because the particles that carried it were still present, but they were just caught in a void, unable to reach the eye for processing.
”Quinton, it is extraordinary isn’t it. Quinton?”
In an instant, Tryjo released his hold over the Force, allowing the light to flow once more. As the courtyard returned to its illuminate brilliance, Quinton was no longer in the room. Odd as it was, he must have slipped out during the training session. Nonetheless, Tryjo was pleased as to his success and left the courtyard as he found it, full of light.
IC: Quinton stood looking at Tryjo waiting for a response. Both men were standing in a courtyard of sorts near the front entrance of the Temple; four solid walls, a stone floor, and a sturdy metal door encircled them while the ceiling was open to the brightness of the noon-day sunlight due to its translucent covering. ”Well, what is darkness?” asked Quinton. Tryjo was hesitant to answer, as he did not know if this was some kind of philosophical question or an actual scientific inquiry, but after a few seconds, he responded. ”I suppose that darkness is the absence of light.” Quinton gave a slight grin and slowly shook his head. ”Now, I suppose that you suspect there are deeper issues at hand, but today it is just that; the absence of light. You have already proved your worth at creating light in dark places, now bring the darkness to the place where there is light.” Tryjo nodded in the direction of Quinton, who had now taken a position along one of the side walls to watch him. Taking a moment to stretch to loosen his muscles and tendons, Tryjo slowly strode to the center of the room, looked up at the canopy covering the room, and prepared himself for the task of bringing darkness into the light.
Tryjo centered himself by performing some ritualistic breathing exercises and began to quite his mind in preparation of summoning the Force to do his bidding. When the time was right, Tryjo reached out with his mind’s eye and embraced the flowing Force energy that encircled the room and everything within it, including Tryjo himself, Quinton, and the object of his goal, the light. Taking a moment to bask in the energy field, Tryjo allowed himself to become almost intoxicated through the sheer presence of the Force permeating his body, but he quickly remembered his goal and refocused his attention on the task at hand. Stretching out his senses, Tryjo began to delve into the empty space that made up the majority of the room, searching for the tiny subatomic particles, photons, that were the carriers of this thing called light. This proved to be most difficult, as they were traveling at velocities that were incredibly fast, and as they impacted with the borders of the room, and everything else in the room for that matter, they would ricochet and travel off on another unknown trajectory. The sheer number of individual photons was also incalculable as well, as there must have been an infinite number of the tiny light carriers flying around the room, but Tryjo would attempt to intercept these miniscule bits of energy and redirect them to give a perception of darkness within the room.
Blocking out everything else, Tryjo began to focus intently on the photons that brought the perception of light through the eyes and into the brain for processing. In an attempt to catch and redirect these light carriers, Tryjo began to focus on creating a Force bubble or ball of intense energy in the center of the courtyard. Reaching out to the fabric of the Force, Tryjo pulled an energy field close to him and then began to manipulate it into a ball of energy. Slowly, he continued to focus pure Force energy into the growing bubble until it encompassed the entire courtyard, enveloping everything in the area. With a suitable bubble of energy in place, Tryjo now focused on the interior of the bubble itself, as this would be the place where he would attempt to drive the light from. Taking a moment to strengthen his resolve, Tryjo reaffirmed his mental concentration and stretched his arms out to his sides, brought them to his front clasping his hands, and then drew them to his chest; More symbolic than anything, but the movements helped Tryjo to center himself within the Force.
Tryjo began to draw additional energy into the Force bubble that he had already created, much like filling a spherical container with a substance of some sort. Focusing on the task at hand, Tryjo mustered as much mental stamina as he could to accomplish filling the bubble with enough energy to disrupt the light carrying photons. The goal was to thicken the energy field to a point as to slow the photons to a wavelength where they would not be visible to the physical eye, while at the same time not effecting other particles within the bubble such as oxygen for breathing. As the bubble continued to fill with energy, Tryjo began to tighten the threads of energy to a point where they would catch and hold the photons in place; thus not allowing them to transmit light to the eye. A mental and physical challenge, Tryjo’s resolve was truly being tested, but with the tenacity of a savaged rancor, Tryjo carried on with the process. And as if on queue – darkness. It was a strange sight as the energy thickened to a point where it began to stop the transmission of the light carrying photons, starting at the bottom of the room and working upward. Within minutes the entire room was black, not necessarily void of light because the particles that carried it were still present, but they were just caught in a void, unable to reach the eye for processing.
”Quinton, it is extraordinary isn’t it. Quinton?”
In an instant, Tryjo released his hold over the Force, allowing the light to flow once more. As the courtyard returned to its illuminate brilliance, Quinton was no longer in the room. Odd as it was, he must have slipped out during the training session. Nonetheless, Tryjo was pleased as to his success and left the courtyard as he found it, full of light.
Re: A Shadow's Odyssey (Closed/Training)
OOC: The purpose for this section of this thread is to train Tryjo in the Force power Lightsaber Combat. It should be noted that these are pasts events.
Tryjo had been privy to many ancient scrolls, writings from Force users of old, in reference to the various forms of lightsaber combat practiced throughout history. In addition to his reading, he had, on occasion, used several Jedi and Sith holocrons to study over the many different forms that were available for him to learn and eventually attempt to master. Based upon his personal philosophies of balance and harmony, Tryjo had found that Form III – Soresu, would be his chosen primary style for combat. Tryjo did not have any qualms about showing his dislike for combat, even the artful lightsaber katas did not carry any weight with him, so the purely defensive nature of Soresu was an obvious perfect match for the young Ithorian.
”Here, this is a training lightsaber. We will begin with very slow, methodical movements. Focusing on learning the techniques and allowing the Force to direct your movements.” Quinton handed Tryjo the light weapon, which he took into his right hand and examined with an almost childlike curiosity. Tryjo had spent many hours whirling a wooden baton in his personal quarters attempting to become proficient enough with the basic principles of Soresu so he could actually attempt to perform them with an actual saber. Even though the weapon was only that which was used for training, it could still give one a nasty burn if exposed to the skin for too long, so Tryo thought back to the contusions he had suffered from the many fumbled attempts at Soresu he had made when wielding his wooden weapon and vied not to make the same mistakes with the saber.
Tryjo griped the training saber with a firm hand, but not to the point where he overly stressed the muscles in his wrist and forearm, as he would need to conserve his energy for a prolonged battle. His strong hand gripping high on the hilt next to the beam emitter, Tryjo brought his weaker hand around and griped hilt near the pommel. Clearing his mind in anticipation of the oncoming battle, Tryjo began to center himself with the Force, allowing his senses to reach out and become one with everything around him. As he drew closer to the field of energy, Tryjo began to feel his hands merging with the lightsaber hilt, almost as if it were an extension of his natural arm. And then, as if on queue, Tryjo activated the light weapon, emitting a beam of energy that would hopefully serve him well.
Tryjo listened to the hypnotizing effects of the energy coursing through the saber; he could feel the subtle vibration within the hilt, the focused energy that was producing the blade. Taking up a Kai-Kan drop stance, holding the hilt horizontal with the blade running across his body just below the chin, Tryjo readied himself. Quinton came on with a veracious onslaught, striking with powerful strikes and sweeps in an attempt to force Tryjo into retreat. With each successive strike, Tryjo would attempt to parry Quinton’s blade away from its intended target, but the aggressive nature of his attacks were very difficult to overcome. Tryjo could sense that he was losing balance with the Force and not allowing himself to remain focused on the attacks; he was letting his emotional state conflict with the fluid motions of the blade and his chosen Soresu style. With quick backward footwork, Tryjo took his front foot and moved it behind his rear foot on his body's outside. Landing on the ball of his front foot, his rear foot moved backwards to a guarded stance and thus temporarily disengaged him from Quinton’s assault. The brief pause in the battle was just enough time for Tryjo to calm his mind and allow the Force to once again dictate his motions.
To his surprise however, Quinton did not advance on Tryjo’s position. He instead took up a defense position of his own and motioned for Tryjo to advance in an offensive posture. This of course caught Tryjo off guard, as he had trained as more of a defensive fighter than an offensive one. Nonetheless, from Tryjo’s guarded position, he pushed his front heel out by extending his front leg from the knee. As his front leg extended, Tryjo energetically pushed his erect body forward with his rear leg. Taking his rear arm and extending it backwards during this forward motion as a counter-balance, he landed on the front heel and glided down into a lunge, driving his saber toward Quinton very heart. This was a very graceful display, but with the ease of squashing a Corellian butterfly, Quinton quickly crossed over and avoided the forward lunge. Tryjo’s own momentum carrying him forward, he was helpless to try and stop the movement as Quinton tapped his weapon arm with has saber, presenting Tryjo with a painful reminder of his mistake.
Tryjo disengaged his saber and rubbed his burning arm where Quinton had so eloquently scorched him. He was somewhat disappointed in his performance, but Quinton quickly offered up some encouraging advice. ”Do not fret. Your Soresu style is very impressive, and with continued training you will be a formidable stylist. However, perhaps during our next session we shall strive to incorporate more offensive tactics into your repertoire, but for now, go attend to your arm and rest.” Tryjo took heed to Quinton’s remarks and dismissed himself from the training area as other students were beginning to file in for their training sessions.
Tryjo had been privy to many ancient scrolls, writings from Force users of old, in reference to the various forms of lightsaber combat practiced throughout history. In addition to his reading, he had, on occasion, used several Jedi and Sith holocrons to study over the many different forms that were available for him to learn and eventually attempt to master. Based upon his personal philosophies of balance and harmony, Tryjo had found that Form III – Soresu, would be his chosen primary style for combat. Tryjo did not have any qualms about showing his dislike for combat, even the artful lightsaber katas did not carry any weight with him, so the purely defensive nature of Soresu was an obvious perfect match for the young Ithorian.
”Here, this is a training lightsaber. We will begin with very slow, methodical movements. Focusing on learning the techniques and allowing the Force to direct your movements.” Quinton handed Tryjo the light weapon, which he took into his right hand and examined with an almost childlike curiosity. Tryjo had spent many hours whirling a wooden baton in his personal quarters attempting to become proficient enough with the basic principles of Soresu so he could actually attempt to perform them with an actual saber. Even though the weapon was only that which was used for training, it could still give one a nasty burn if exposed to the skin for too long, so Tryo thought back to the contusions he had suffered from the many fumbled attempts at Soresu he had made when wielding his wooden weapon and vied not to make the same mistakes with the saber.
Tryjo griped the training saber with a firm hand, but not to the point where he overly stressed the muscles in his wrist and forearm, as he would need to conserve his energy for a prolonged battle. His strong hand gripping high on the hilt next to the beam emitter, Tryjo brought his weaker hand around and griped hilt near the pommel. Clearing his mind in anticipation of the oncoming battle, Tryjo began to center himself with the Force, allowing his senses to reach out and become one with everything around him. As he drew closer to the field of energy, Tryjo began to feel his hands merging with the lightsaber hilt, almost as if it were an extension of his natural arm. And then, as if on queue, Tryjo activated the light weapon, emitting a beam of energy that would hopefully serve him well.
Tryjo listened to the hypnotizing effects of the energy coursing through the saber; he could feel the subtle vibration within the hilt, the focused energy that was producing the blade. Taking up a Kai-Kan drop stance, holding the hilt horizontal with the blade running across his body just below the chin, Tryjo readied himself. Quinton came on with a veracious onslaught, striking with powerful strikes and sweeps in an attempt to force Tryjo into retreat. With each successive strike, Tryjo would attempt to parry Quinton’s blade away from its intended target, but the aggressive nature of his attacks were very difficult to overcome. Tryjo could sense that he was losing balance with the Force and not allowing himself to remain focused on the attacks; he was letting his emotional state conflict with the fluid motions of the blade and his chosen Soresu style. With quick backward footwork, Tryjo took his front foot and moved it behind his rear foot on his body's outside. Landing on the ball of his front foot, his rear foot moved backwards to a guarded stance and thus temporarily disengaged him from Quinton’s assault. The brief pause in the battle was just enough time for Tryjo to calm his mind and allow the Force to once again dictate his motions.
To his surprise however, Quinton did not advance on Tryjo’s position. He instead took up a defense position of his own and motioned for Tryjo to advance in an offensive posture. This of course caught Tryjo off guard, as he had trained as more of a defensive fighter than an offensive one. Nonetheless, from Tryjo’s guarded position, he pushed his front heel out by extending his front leg from the knee. As his front leg extended, Tryjo energetically pushed his erect body forward with his rear leg. Taking his rear arm and extending it backwards during this forward motion as a counter-balance, he landed on the front heel and glided down into a lunge, driving his saber toward Quinton very heart. This was a very graceful display, but with the ease of squashing a Corellian butterfly, Quinton quickly crossed over and avoided the forward lunge. Tryjo’s own momentum carrying him forward, he was helpless to try and stop the movement as Quinton tapped his weapon arm with has saber, presenting Tryjo with a painful reminder of his mistake.
Tryjo disengaged his saber and rubbed his burning arm where Quinton had so eloquently scorched him. He was somewhat disappointed in his performance, but Quinton quickly offered up some encouraging advice. ”Do not fret. Your Soresu style is very impressive, and with continued training you will be a formidable stylist. However, perhaps during our next session we shall strive to incorporate more offensive tactics into your repertoire, but for now, go attend to your arm and rest.” Tryjo took heed to Quinton’s remarks and dismissed himself from the training area as other students were beginning to file in for their training sessions.
Re: A Shadow's Odyssey (Closed/Training)
OOC: The purpose of this section of this thread is for the training of Tryjo in the Force power of Advanced lightsaber combat. It should be noted that these are past events.
Tryjo’s very nature was one of balance, one of defense, only taking up arms when absolutely necessary. He had resigned himself to the fact that his purpose was to not be one of a combat specialist, but more of a spiritual being, a being that could overcome the brutality of combat through his abilities in the Force. But, circumstances would inevitably present themselves where Tryjo would have to take up arms and defend the very principles that he held sacred. Knowing this, Tryjo had already taken the necessary steps in taking up the Soresu form of lightsaber combat in an attempt to reflect his guarded personality. However, in a recent training session with Quinton, it was reveled that more offensive tactics needed to be implemented into his arsenal of lightsaber functionality. This being the case, Tryjo had decided to implement the Makashi form of lightsaber combat with his current primary form of Soresu. The perfect balance of Makashi between forward attacking movements and then backward retreats into a defensive guard felt the natural choice of offensive forms for Tryjo to choose from.
The sparring area was empty when Tryjo arrived for his training session with Quinton, so he took the opportunity to meditate upon the upcoming battle. Remembering the nasty burn he received during his last session with Quinton, Tryjo knelt down on the soft, rubber training mat and assumed a cross-legged meditative position. He began to clear his mind of all the daily stressors that were a byproduct of his constant training, and focused upon drawing strength from the Force to aid in his attempt to better understand the Makashi form. Many a Force user had practiced this form during their time, and Tryjo knew that the Force energy that flowed through their bodies was flowing through his today. Although he could not necessarily glean any direct Makashi tactics from the Force, Tryjo felt that he could allow the imprints left by previous Makashi users to influence his ability. As Tryjo continued to beckon the Force to reveal precious information on his chosen form, Quinton entered the room and took up a position near Tryjo. Opening his eyes, Tryjo caught a glimpse of Quinton standing near him and quickly stood to face his opponent.
”Quinton.” Tryjo gave a deep bow before the man indicating great respect, and Quinton returned the sentiment as he bowed before Tryjo. Removing the training saber he received from Quinton from his belt, Tryjo took it in his right hand and placed it down to his right side. Tryjo reaffirmed his grip on the hilt of the lightsaber as he activated the blade with the flick of his thumb upon the activation switch. With the blade pointed diagonally down toward Quinton’s feet, Tryjo slightly turned his body so that his strong side was facing his opponent, his feet approximately should length apart and firmly planted on the sparring mat. Having taken up the opening stance of the Makashi style, Tryjo raised the hilt to a point where it was placed in front of his face and then quickly lowered it again, drawing an imaginary X in the air that separated him from Quinton. ”I am ready.”
Quinton activated his lightsaber and quickly took up a very conspicuous defense stance, almost daring Tryjo to make an approach on his position. Reassuring himself by reaching out to the Force, Tryjo began his assault by slowing advancing on Quinton’s position. Tryjo’s font foot moved first, beginning by lifting his toes ever so slightly, then followed in succession by the rest of his foot. Straightening his leg at the knee, Tryjo pushed his foot out in front of him, landing on his heel, and then bringing his back foot up to a guarded stance. Tryjo continued to advance on Quinton’s position until he reached a point where he could launch into an offensive attack. When he found himself in relative close proximity to Quinton, Tryjo decided to feint an attack in an attempt to draw a reaction from him. Moving his blade as if were going to attempt a straight forward lunge or Shiak, Quinton quickly offered up a predictable parry. Following Quinton’s parry, Tryjo pulled his lightsaber blade up and over his opponent's parrying lightsaber blade. Tryjo focused on only using his fingers and wrist to accomplish this technique, since moving the lightsaber blade backwards at any time during the movement could cause the entire attack to fail. Having successfully preformed the technical, yet graceful maneuver, Tryjo finished the movement by bringing his lightsaber down and over Quinton’s lighsaber blade in an attempt to perform the Cho mai. Of course Tryjo would not actually cut off Quinton’s hand, but only give him a slight burn due to the lessoned power output from Tryjo’s training lightsaber. Be it his combat prowess or Tryjo’s lack thereof, Quinton was able to perceive the oncoming Cho mai and was able to bring his free hand up and around, bringing with it a wave of Force energy that sent Tryjo stumbling backwards approximately six feet.
”Very good, but not good enough. Remember, your lightsaber is only a single tool amongst the multitude you possess for combat. Important – yes, it is an important tool, but as just demonstrated, you have to be prepared to use others.”
Tryjo listened as Quinton spoke, although he firmly understood the dynamics of what Quinton was expressing, Tryjo could not help but feel a little disheartened due to the failure of his tactic. Of course, this would be a valuable lesson learned, and Tryjo would file this away in the recess of his mind for future reference when he would find himself engaged in battle. Deeply bowing before Quinton, as was customary before and after lightsaber sparring sessions, Tryjo excused himself from the training area to go and meditate upon his performance.
Tryjo’s very nature was one of balance, one of defense, only taking up arms when absolutely necessary. He had resigned himself to the fact that his purpose was to not be one of a combat specialist, but more of a spiritual being, a being that could overcome the brutality of combat through his abilities in the Force. But, circumstances would inevitably present themselves where Tryjo would have to take up arms and defend the very principles that he held sacred. Knowing this, Tryjo had already taken the necessary steps in taking up the Soresu form of lightsaber combat in an attempt to reflect his guarded personality. However, in a recent training session with Quinton, it was reveled that more offensive tactics needed to be implemented into his arsenal of lightsaber functionality. This being the case, Tryjo had decided to implement the Makashi form of lightsaber combat with his current primary form of Soresu. The perfect balance of Makashi between forward attacking movements and then backward retreats into a defensive guard felt the natural choice of offensive forms for Tryjo to choose from.
The sparring area was empty when Tryjo arrived for his training session with Quinton, so he took the opportunity to meditate upon the upcoming battle. Remembering the nasty burn he received during his last session with Quinton, Tryjo knelt down on the soft, rubber training mat and assumed a cross-legged meditative position. He began to clear his mind of all the daily stressors that were a byproduct of his constant training, and focused upon drawing strength from the Force to aid in his attempt to better understand the Makashi form. Many a Force user had practiced this form during their time, and Tryjo knew that the Force energy that flowed through their bodies was flowing through his today. Although he could not necessarily glean any direct Makashi tactics from the Force, Tryjo felt that he could allow the imprints left by previous Makashi users to influence his ability. As Tryjo continued to beckon the Force to reveal precious information on his chosen form, Quinton entered the room and took up a position near Tryjo. Opening his eyes, Tryjo caught a glimpse of Quinton standing near him and quickly stood to face his opponent.
”Quinton.” Tryjo gave a deep bow before the man indicating great respect, and Quinton returned the sentiment as he bowed before Tryjo. Removing the training saber he received from Quinton from his belt, Tryjo took it in his right hand and placed it down to his right side. Tryjo reaffirmed his grip on the hilt of the lightsaber as he activated the blade with the flick of his thumb upon the activation switch. With the blade pointed diagonally down toward Quinton’s feet, Tryjo slightly turned his body so that his strong side was facing his opponent, his feet approximately should length apart and firmly planted on the sparring mat. Having taken up the opening stance of the Makashi style, Tryjo raised the hilt to a point where it was placed in front of his face and then quickly lowered it again, drawing an imaginary X in the air that separated him from Quinton. ”I am ready.”
Quinton activated his lightsaber and quickly took up a very conspicuous defense stance, almost daring Tryjo to make an approach on his position. Reassuring himself by reaching out to the Force, Tryjo began his assault by slowing advancing on Quinton’s position. Tryjo’s font foot moved first, beginning by lifting his toes ever so slightly, then followed in succession by the rest of his foot. Straightening his leg at the knee, Tryjo pushed his foot out in front of him, landing on his heel, and then bringing his back foot up to a guarded stance. Tryjo continued to advance on Quinton’s position until he reached a point where he could launch into an offensive attack. When he found himself in relative close proximity to Quinton, Tryjo decided to feint an attack in an attempt to draw a reaction from him. Moving his blade as if were going to attempt a straight forward lunge or Shiak, Quinton quickly offered up a predictable parry. Following Quinton’s parry, Tryjo pulled his lightsaber blade up and over his opponent's parrying lightsaber blade. Tryjo focused on only using his fingers and wrist to accomplish this technique, since moving the lightsaber blade backwards at any time during the movement could cause the entire attack to fail. Having successfully preformed the technical, yet graceful maneuver, Tryjo finished the movement by bringing his lightsaber down and over Quinton’s lighsaber blade in an attempt to perform the Cho mai. Of course Tryjo would not actually cut off Quinton’s hand, but only give him a slight burn due to the lessoned power output from Tryjo’s training lightsaber. Be it his combat prowess or Tryjo’s lack thereof, Quinton was able to perceive the oncoming Cho mai and was able to bring his free hand up and around, bringing with it a wave of Force energy that sent Tryjo stumbling backwards approximately six feet.
”Very good, but not good enough. Remember, your lightsaber is only a single tool amongst the multitude you possess for combat. Important – yes, it is an important tool, but as just demonstrated, you have to be prepared to use others.”
Tryjo listened as Quinton spoke, although he firmly understood the dynamics of what Quinton was expressing, Tryjo could not help but feel a little disheartened due to the failure of his tactic. Of course, this would be a valuable lesson learned, and Tryjo would file this away in the recess of his mind for future reference when he would find himself engaged in battle. Deeply bowing before Quinton, as was customary before and after lightsaber sparring sessions, Tryjo excused himself from the training area to go and meditate upon his performance.
Re: A Shadow's Odyssey (Closed/Training)
OOC: The purpose of this section of this thread is to serve for training Tryjo in the Force power Danger Sense. It should be noted that these are past events.
IC: Several different species of succulent plants lined an overgrown path that wound its way through an area that was well outside of the protective realm of the Temple. Bending down and plucking a fleshy leaf from one of the plants, Tryjo brought it to his lips and gently squeezed a few drops of water into his dry mouth. It was a refreshing taste, not like the water that was usually collected from moisture evaporators, but very crisp as it quickly quenched Tryjo’s thirst. He had taken decided to take an extended stroll, venturing beyond the safety and security of the Temple walls and into the unknown wilderness which possibly held unforeseen dangers. However, danger was the farthest thought from Tryjo’s mind as he casually strode through the brush.
As Tryjo continued his walkabout, he began to feel a tingling sensation upon his body, and his first reaction was that the plant he drank from must have contained some type of toxin. But, this concern quickly dissipated as the sensation he was ‘feeling’ seemed to be emanating from the Force. Tryjo initially stopped and attempted to discern why the Force would be acting this way upon his body, but no immediate cause could be determined and so he continued. With each footfall, the tingling sensation became more and more intense; to a point where it almost became uncomfortable. At this point, Tryjo began to worry that there must be something inherently wrong, as the Force would not impose itself upon him without due cause. Deciding to stop once again, Tryjo sent forth probing tendrils of Force energy in an attempt to register any forms of life or other apparent resonance within the Force. To no avail, Tryjo’s attempts to find the root cause of the strange sensations acting upon his body was in vain; he could not sense anything from the void of open woods before him.
Determined not to let this strange encounter with the Force deter him from his walk, Tryjo decided to not take heed to this tingling sensation and continue forth. He proceeded approximately a few meters further and then froze in his tracks; mental images and sensations now began to imprint themselves into Tryjo’s mind. In a state of total bewilderment, Tryjo tried to make sense of what he was seeing and feeling, but he found that it was quite the challenge. He could see a place that was damp and dark – cool upon his skin – completely silent upon his ears. Then, as if a flash of light flickered forth, he saw something … something that seemed to be placed in the center of this place. As the dimly glowing light began to grow in intensity, the images in Tryjo’s mind began to become somewhat clearer and easier to discern. A hole – the images in his mind were taking place in a hole of sorts. As Tryjo tried to focus back to the strange object placed in the center of the hole, he had a difficult time discerning what he was seeing. It was very long and narrow, jutting up from the bottom of the hole approximately one to two feet; a stick. This was not just any ordinary stick however, as the tip of the stick was sharpened to a point that could most likely pierce a Rancor’s hide.
Why was Tryjo seeing all of these strange images? This question was at the center of his thoughts, as there was no just cause to why the Force would imprint these pictures upon his mind. Still holding fast, Tryjo attempted to separate himself from what he was seeing, but as he attempted to close off his mind from the Force’s influence, something rather exciting happened. The images in his mind began to slowly change and progress away from what he was seeing, and he soon found that he was viewing himself only a few meters from where he envisioned the hole. This completely caught Tryjo by surprise, and as the Force revealed this last tidbit of information to him, the images suddenly dissipated from his mind, returning Tryjo to his natural state. Wanting to determine if the Force actually forewarned him of pending danger, Tryjo crept forward to the point at which the hold was revealed to him. Bending down to one knee, Tryjo began to sweep leaves and twigs from the path before him to reveal a breakaway covering that opened to a very deep hole. At the bottom of the hole a sharpened stick was plunged into the earth, awaiting someone to fall through to be impaled upon the instrument of death.
Tryjo slowly rose to his feet and finished destroying the unholy hole before taking a moment to realize the importance of the sequence of events that unfolded. The trap may have been very old and abandoned, but the Force had seen through its subtle disguise and foretold Tryjo of the impending danger. Having now properly interpreted this aspect of the Force, Tryjo sat for the next several hours and meditated upon his experience. It would be dark as Tryjo made the return trip to the Temple, but with his newfound ability to sense lurking danger, Tryjo had no fear as he walked through the valley of potential death.
IC: Several different species of succulent plants lined an overgrown path that wound its way through an area that was well outside of the protective realm of the Temple. Bending down and plucking a fleshy leaf from one of the plants, Tryjo brought it to his lips and gently squeezed a few drops of water into his dry mouth. It was a refreshing taste, not like the water that was usually collected from moisture evaporators, but very crisp as it quickly quenched Tryjo’s thirst. He had taken decided to take an extended stroll, venturing beyond the safety and security of the Temple walls and into the unknown wilderness which possibly held unforeseen dangers. However, danger was the farthest thought from Tryjo’s mind as he casually strode through the brush.
As Tryjo continued his walkabout, he began to feel a tingling sensation upon his body, and his first reaction was that the plant he drank from must have contained some type of toxin. But, this concern quickly dissipated as the sensation he was ‘feeling’ seemed to be emanating from the Force. Tryjo initially stopped and attempted to discern why the Force would be acting this way upon his body, but no immediate cause could be determined and so he continued. With each footfall, the tingling sensation became more and more intense; to a point where it almost became uncomfortable. At this point, Tryjo began to worry that there must be something inherently wrong, as the Force would not impose itself upon him without due cause. Deciding to stop once again, Tryjo sent forth probing tendrils of Force energy in an attempt to register any forms of life or other apparent resonance within the Force. To no avail, Tryjo’s attempts to find the root cause of the strange sensations acting upon his body was in vain; he could not sense anything from the void of open woods before him.
Determined not to let this strange encounter with the Force deter him from his walk, Tryjo decided to not take heed to this tingling sensation and continue forth. He proceeded approximately a few meters further and then froze in his tracks; mental images and sensations now began to imprint themselves into Tryjo’s mind. In a state of total bewilderment, Tryjo tried to make sense of what he was seeing and feeling, but he found that it was quite the challenge. He could see a place that was damp and dark – cool upon his skin – completely silent upon his ears. Then, as if a flash of light flickered forth, he saw something … something that seemed to be placed in the center of this place. As the dimly glowing light began to grow in intensity, the images in Tryjo’s mind began to become somewhat clearer and easier to discern. A hole – the images in his mind were taking place in a hole of sorts. As Tryjo tried to focus back to the strange object placed in the center of the hole, he had a difficult time discerning what he was seeing. It was very long and narrow, jutting up from the bottom of the hole approximately one to two feet; a stick. This was not just any ordinary stick however, as the tip of the stick was sharpened to a point that could most likely pierce a Rancor’s hide.
Why was Tryjo seeing all of these strange images? This question was at the center of his thoughts, as there was no just cause to why the Force would imprint these pictures upon his mind. Still holding fast, Tryjo attempted to separate himself from what he was seeing, but as he attempted to close off his mind from the Force’s influence, something rather exciting happened. The images in his mind began to slowly change and progress away from what he was seeing, and he soon found that he was viewing himself only a few meters from where he envisioned the hole. This completely caught Tryjo by surprise, and as the Force revealed this last tidbit of information to him, the images suddenly dissipated from his mind, returning Tryjo to his natural state. Wanting to determine if the Force actually forewarned him of pending danger, Tryjo crept forward to the point at which the hold was revealed to him. Bending down to one knee, Tryjo began to sweep leaves and twigs from the path before him to reveal a breakaway covering that opened to a very deep hole. At the bottom of the hole a sharpened stick was plunged into the earth, awaiting someone to fall through to be impaled upon the instrument of death.
Tryjo slowly rose to his feet and finished destroying the unholy hole before taking a moment to realize the importance of the sequence of events that unfolded. The trap may have been very old and abandoned, but the Force had seen through its subtle disguise and foretold Tryjo of the impending danger. Having now properly interpreted this aspect of the Force, Tryjo sat for the next several hours and meditated upon his experience. It would be dark as Tryjo made the return trip to the Temple, but with his newfound ability to sense lurking danger, Tryjo had no fear as he walked through the valley of potential death.
Re: A Shadow's Odyssey (Closed/Training)
OOC: The purpose for this section of this thread is for training Tryjo in the Force power Telekinesis. It should be noted that these are past events.
IC: Standing on the edge of an overlook, Tryjo stood beside Quinton as the two men looked down upon a group of Shadow soldiers who were engrossed in a rigorous routine of calisthenics and other muscle building exercises. Tryjo was quite impressed as he watched the formative group of men and women train their bodies to be of service to the Shadow Order; all of them without the aid of the Force. Having grown accustomed to being one with the Force, being without its presence would be much like being without air to breathe. Thus, having the ability to command the mystical energy field was bittersweet, as it was sovereign tool, but one that Tryjo could not allow himself to totally rely upon.
”Do you see that soldier over there picking up that weighted ball?” Quinton broke the silence by asking Tryjo this question. Looking over the mass of people, Tryjo quickly located the soldier in which Quinton was referring. ”Yes, I see him.” Tryjo was a bit curious as to why Quinton pointed out this particular soldier; there did not seem to be anything special about the man. ”Can you explain to me the processes involved as he picked up that object?” Tryjo thought for a moment and then began to give his answer. ”The man used his physical prowess to exert enough force upon the object to lift it against the pull of gravity.”
Tryjo was pleased with his response, but to his surprise, Quinton did not respond and only turned and walked away. Following suite, Tryjo quickly followed behind Quinton as the two headed back toward the Temple. No other words were spoken during the short walk back to the Temple, so Tryjo took the opportunity to reflect back on Quinton’s question of how the soldier was able to lift the weighted ball. He knew that there must be some relation between Quinton’s question and an upcoming Force related training exercise, so he continued to ponder until they reached their destination. Walking into a training chamber, Quinton placed three stones before Tryjo; each stone being black as coal, and of various sizes and weights. As Tryjo looked upon the stones, Quinton began to speak.
”The soldier you saw lifting the weighted ball in the training area had to rely only on his physical muscles to exert a lifting force on the ball. His ability to lift an object is thus limited by the capacity of his muscles to utilize energy stored within them and the overall strength of the muscle itself. The effective range of his lifting ability is also limited to these physical limitations. Do you understand?”
”Yes, I understand.”
”We are not hampered by these physical limitations, as we can call upon the Force to assist us in moving objects. Remember, the Force is the source of our strength, and as it permeates all things, our range is utterly limitless when it comes to manipulating our physical environment. This is my charge to you as it relates to these three stones.”
As Quinton imparted these last few words of wisdom upon Tryjo, he strode over toward the exit and made his way out of the training room; leaving Tryjo alone with three stones and the only tool he needed to be able to move them – the Force. Looking upon the stones, Tryjo began to visualize the tiny ball bearing that he had once worked with and how he was able to make it roll along the smooth surface of a table. The overall process would inherently be the same, so Tryjo began to prepare himself mentally and physically. His concentration would have to be kept centered upon the stones themselves, so Tryjo systematically began to block off all meandering thoughts from his mind. As he continued to facilitate his mental bearing, Tryjo also brought his physical body into complete harmony with his focus; keeping his stature and breathing attuned to channeling and directing the very power of the Force.
Gazing upon the stone farthest to the left of Tryjo’s erect body, he began to initiate a bubble of Force energy large enough in size to fully encompass the stone itself. Drawing upon the infinite field of energy, Tryjo molded and shaped the Force bubble as it enveloped the first stone. The stone itself was not uncommonly shaped and had a metric weight of approximately two kilograms, but this was of no relevance to Tryjo as these physical characteristics had no bearing on the abilities of the Force. With the stone now encapsulated within the field of energy, Tryjo began to hearken upon the Force once again; drawing tendrils of Force energy to attach themselves to the energy bubble. One by one, threads of energy began to attach to the bubble in preparation for the process of lifting the stone from the surface of the floor. The threads of energy that had attached themselves to the bubble were now beginning to pull tenaciously upon the stone; beckoning it to levitate. Tryjo extended his left hand, palm upward, and visualized the stone sitting thereupon. As he began to raise his hand upward toward the ceiling of the room, the stone started to vibrate fervently and slowly began to rise from its perch upon the ground.
It was pleasing to Tryjo to see the stone levitating several feet in the air, and by only using his connection to the ever living Force, he made this possible. The two stones that were remaining on the floor of the training room would be the next challenge to face Tryjo, as he would adopt a different strategy in attempting to levitate them. Leaving his left hand extended to manipulate the Force to hold the first stone in the air, Tryjo thrust his right hand forward to begin forming another bubble of energy around the two remaining stones. Focusing on the flowing currents of the Force, Tryjo began to fold a field of energy around the two stones. Concentrating on keeping his mind duly focused on holding two separate fields of Force energy in tandem, Tryjo reaffirmed his attention on his work. Twisting and contorting the field of energy, Tryjo quickly had the two stones submerged within its folds. Instead of using attached threads of energy to levitate the two stones contained within the bubble, Tryjo would bend the very fabric of spacetime contained within the spherical energy field to allow the stones to defy the gravitational pull of Daemonis.
Focusing on the curvature of space and the liner aspects of time within the energy sphere, Tryjo began to call upon the Force to warp in a way to counteract the natural curvature of space around Daemonis which produced the gravity that held the stones to the floor of the room. Being that the stones would naturally fall toward the center of the planet due to Daemonis being a geodesic, Tryjo conjectured that if he successfully altered the geometry of the planet’s effect on space, the stones would hence begin to float. Beckoning the Force to negate this curvature, Tryjo began to push tendrils of energy into the sphere. As the tendrils of energy filled the sphere, Tryjo began to contort them in a way that would produce a negative mass effect. Continuing to spin the threads of energy, Tryjo could sense that the stones were beginning to become disenfranchised from Daemonis’ gravity field and would thus soon begin to levitate. Keeping a stern eye on the stones while weaving the Force with his right hand, Tryjo visualized them beginning to rise from the floor. As he continued to exert his mastery over the Force, the remaining two stones were soon levitating at the level of the first stone.
Now that the he had the stones floating against the pull of gravity, Tryjo now began to move his left hand toward his right. As his hand began to close the distance toward his right, so did the single stone begin to move toward the two others. Manipulating his control over the Force, Tryjo continued to shift the stones in a fashion that allowed them to be placed one on top of the other. Having them aligned from largest to smallest, Tryjo slowly began to release his grip on the Force and allowed them to return to their natural resting state on the surface of the training room floor.
Taking a moment to regain his physical and mental stamina, Tryjo took this time to reflect on Quinton’s initial question. Through this exercise, Tryjo furthered his understanding that the Force knows no boundaries and is not limited, like the physical body, in performing tasks. The only factor that would determine how well the Force could be applied would be the wielders own knowledge and mastery over the mystical power. This would then be Tryjo’s crux, as he would continue to delve into the mysteries of the Force and attempt to further unlock it secrets and tap into its unyielding power.
IC: Standing on the edge of an overlook, Tryjo stood beside Quinton as the two men looked down upon a group of Shadow soldiers who were engrossed in a rigorous routine of calisthenics and other muscle building exercises. Tryjo was quite impressed as he watched the formative group of men and women train their bodies to be of service to the Shadow Order; all of them without the aid of the Force. Having grown accustomed to being one with the Force, being without its presence would be much like being without air to breathe. Thus, having the ability to command the mystical energy field was bittersweet, as it was sovereign tool, but one that Tryjo could not allow himself to totally rely upon.
”Do you see that soldier over there picking up that weighted ball?” Quinton broke the silence by asking Tryjo this question. Looking over the mass of people, Tryjo quickly located the soldier in which Quinton was referring. ”Yes, I see him.” Tryjo was a bit curious as to why Quinton pointed out this particular soldier; there did not seem to be anything special about the man. ”Can you explain to me the processes involved as he picked up that object?” Tryjo thought for a moment and then began to give his answer. ”The man used his physical prowess to exert enough force upon the object to lift it against the pull of gravity.”
Tryjo was pleased with his response, but to his surprise, Quinton did not respond and only turned and walked away. Following suite, Tryjo quickly followed behind Quinton as the two headed back toward the Temple. No other words were spoken during the short walk back to the Temple, so Tryjo took the opportunity to reflect back on Quinton’s question of how the soldier was able to lift the weighted ball. He knew that there must be some relation between Quinton’s question and an upcoming Force related training exercise, so he continued to ponder until they reached their destination. Walking into a training chamber, Quinton placed three stones before Tryjo; each stone being black as coal, and of various sizes and weights. As Tryjo looked upon the stones, Quinton began to speak.
”The soldier you saw lifting the weighted ball in the training area had to rely only on his physical muscles to exert a lifting force on the ball. His ability to lift an object is thus limited by the capacity of his muscles to utilize energy stored within them and the overall strength of the muscle itself. The effective range of his lifting ability is also limited to these physical limitations. Do you understand?”
”Yes, I understand.”
”We are not hampered by these physical limitations, as we can call upon the Force to assist us in moving objects. Remember, the Force is the source of our strength, and as it permeates all things, our range is utterly limitless when it comes to manipulating our physical environment. This is my charge to you as it relates to these three stones.”
As Quinton imparted these last few words of wisdom upon Tryjo, he strode over toward the exit and made his way out of the training room; leaving Tryjo alone with three stones and the only tool he needed to be able to move them – the Force. Looking upon the stones, Tryjo began to visualize the tiny ball bearing that he had once worked with and how he was able to make it roll along the smooth surface of a table. The overall process would inherently be the same, so Tryjo began to prepare himself mentally and physically. His concentration would have to be kept centered upon the stones themselves, so Tryjo systematically began to block off all meandering thoughts from his mind. As he continued to facilitate his mental bearing, Tryjo also brought his physical body into complete harmony with his focus; keeping his stature and breathing attuned to channeling and directing the very power of the Force.
Gazing upon the stone farthest to the left of Tryjo’s erect body, he began to initiate a bubble of Force energy large enough in size to fully encompass the stone itself. Drawing upon the infinite field of energy, Tryjo molded and shaped the Force bubble as it enveloped the first stone. The stone itself was not uncommonly shaped and had a metric weight of approximately two kilograms, but this was of no relevance to Tryjo as these physical characteristics had no bearing on the abilities of the Force. With the stone now encapsulated within the field of energy, Tryjo began to hearken upon the Force once again; drawing tendrils of Force energy to attach themselves to the energy bubble. One by one, threads of energy began to attach to the bubble in preparation for the process of lifting the stone from the surface of the floor. The threads of energy that had attached themselves to the bubble were now beginning to pull tenaciously upon the stone; beckoning it to levitate. Tryjo extended his left hand, palm upward, and visualized the stone sitting thereupon. As he began to raise his hand upward toward the ceiling of the room, the stone started to vibrate fervently and slowly began to rise from its perch upon the ground.
It was pleasing to Tryjo to see the stone levitating several feet in the air, and by only using his connection to the ever living Force, he made this possible. The two stones that were remaining on the floor of the training room would be the next challenge to face Tryjo, as he would adopt a different strategy in attempting to levitate them. Leaving his left hand extended to manipulate the Force to hold the first stone in the air, Tryjo thrust his right hand forward to begin forming another bubble of energy around the two remaining stones. Focusing on the flowing currents of the Force, Tryjo began to fold a field of energy around the two stones. Concentrating on keeping his mind duly focused on holding two separate fields of Force energy in tandem, Tryjo reaffirmed his attention on his work. Twisting and contorting the field of energy, Tryjo quickly had the two stones submerged within its folds. Instead of using attached threads of energy to levitate the two stones contained within the bubble, Tryjo would bend the very fabric of spacetime contained within the spherical energy field to allow the stones to defy the gravitational pull of Daemonis.
Focusing on the curvature of space and the liner aspects of time within the energy sphere, Tryjo began to call upon the Force to warp in a way to counteract the natural curvature of space around Daemonis which produced the gravity that held the stones to the floor of the room. Being that the stones would naturally fall toward the center of the planet due to Daemonis being a geodesic, Tryjo conjectured that if he successfully altered the geometry of the planet’s effect on space, the stones would hence begin to float. Beckoning the Force to negate this curvature, Tryjo began to push tendrils of energy into the sphere. As the tendrils of energy filled the sphere, Tryjo began to contort them in a way that would produce a negative mass effect. Continuing to spin the threads of energy, Tryjo could sense that the stones were beginning to become disenfranchised from Daemonis’ gravity field and would thus soon begin to levitate. Keeping a stern eye on the stones while weaving the Force with his right hand, Tryjo visualized them beginning to rise from the floor. As he continued to exert his mastery over the Force, the remaining two stones were soon levitating at the level of the first stone.
Now that the he had the stones floating against the pull of gravity, Tryjo now began to move his left hand toward his right. As his hand began to close the distance toward his right, so did the single stone begin to move toward the two others. Manipulating his control over the Force, Tryjo continued to shift the stones in a fashion that allowed them to be placed one on top of the other. Having them aligned from largest to smallest, Tryjo slowly began to release his grip on the Force and allowed them to return to their natural resting state on the surface of the training room floor.
Taking a moment to regain his physical and mental stamina, Tryjo took this time to reflect on Quinton’s initial question. Through this exercise, Tryjo furthered his understanding that the Force knows no boundaries and is not limited, like the physical body, in performing tasks. The only factor that would determine how well the Force could be applied would be the wielders own knowledge and mastery over the mystical power. This would then be Tryjo’s crux, as he would continue to delve into the mysteries of the Force and attempt to further unlock it secrets and tap into its unyielding power.
Re: A Shadow's Odyssey (Closed/Training)
OOC: The purpose for this section of this thread is for training Tryjo in the Force power Sense Force User. It should be noted that these are past events.
IC: It was not unlike any other shipment, or at least that is what Tryjo thought as he gazed upon the loading of his two transport ships. He had become quite accustomed to transporting goods at the behest of the Shadow Order, and to further any potential Shadow teachings, Tryjo would gladly see to the shipping of goods across the perilous spacelanes. A dozen or so loader droids methodically made their way across the steel flooring of the spaceport carrying large and cumbersome crates for shipment, and to Tryjo, every crate meant another day the Shadow Order could exist and further their teachings. Watching the process with pleasure, Tryjo eyed a curious looking fellow strolling in his general direction. He was quite tall, thin, and had a shock of brilliant blonde hair atop his narrowed head. Dressed in what appeared to be fine linens, the man seemed to float through the air as he continued his approach.
”Mister Sebo is it?”
With an affirmative nod, Tryjo acknowledged the man’s inquiry. ”Yes.”
Stepping a bit closer, the man lowered his voice as he began to speak. ”We have a special delivery. It is imperative that this shipment reach its destination. Do you understand?”
Somewhat perplexed by the nature of this special shipment, Tryjo cocked his head slightly as he gazed upon this strange messenger. ”I was not informed of any special deliveries, but I understand.”
Spinning around toward the loading dock, the man gave the high sign to a group of men standing around a rather large and unique looking crate. As the group began to load the crate onto the ship that Tryjo would be piloting, the man began to walk away. ”Good day, Mister Sebo”
Tryjo did not attempt to stop the curious fellow as he strode away, but turned his attention toward the cargo box that he would be transporting. He watched as the small gaggle of men finished loading the crate onto his ship, and as soon as he was given the completed shipping manifest, Tryjo quickly found himself aboard the transport ready for departure. Signaling his other ship, being piloted by a trusty droid, Tryjo ignited the transport’s thrusters and cleared the spacedock en route to the shipping lanes.
The spacelanes are an interesting place; being both fruitful to those daring to risk encroaching upon their often perilous domain, and barren for those that are left with empty hulls after successful raids by the many scoundrels that roam the galaxy. Thus, this is why Tryjo would often reach out through the Force in meager attempts to call upon its infinite knowledge and guidance to provide him with safe passage through the lanes. This trip would be no different, and as Tryjo sat mulling over the delivery, he began to call upon the Force to intercede and act as his stalwart companion. But, as Tryjo was listening to the Force’s gentle whispers, there began to be a subtle, yet blatant resonance that permeated the very fabric of energy that flowed throughout the ship. If Tryjo would not have been so fervently seeking the most infinitesimal signs of danger, as communicated through the waves of Force energy, he would have most likely dismissed the anomaly within the Force, but having uncovered this perplexing occurrence, Tryjo felt the need to investigate it further.
The sensations being perceived by Tryjo, as emanated via the Force, were not entirely foreign, and the effluence of energy that prevailed seemed to almost be in tune with his own emanations. Settling his mind with some ritualistic breathing exercises, Tryjo attempted to calm his mental processes in order to allow himself to better attune his psychophysical connection with the ever living Force. Interweaving his own thoughts into the metaphysical energy field, Tryjo quietly studied the intricacies of the anomalous sensation present. Strangely enough, a pattern seemed to emerge from the unknown sensation, leading Tryjo to believe that there was someone directly influencing the very fabric of the Force. But, as Tryjo was alone on the transport, who could be doing such a thing? The special shipment! Tryjo’s mind realized that he had authorized the loading of an unknown crate aboard the transport, and this crate could be the source of the impressions upon the Force. With the transport basically being piloted by the onboard navigation computer, Tryjo left the cockpit to make his way toward the cargo hold to investigate the mysterious crate.
Upon entering the cargo hold, Tryjo allowed his senses to spread across the room like that of a giant web, gently probing every container therein. Still standing in the entranceway of the hold, Tryjo eventually located the mysterious crate that he was searching for; it was situated toward the rear of the room. As Tryjo followed the ebb and flow of Force energy throughout the room, he could sense that as the energy ribbons passed alongside the crate in question, an interaction appeared to happen. The ribbons of energy would pulsate with a very unique vibration that only existed for a brief moment before dissipating. Speculating that something was definitely amiss, Tryjo strode through the mass of crates in the cargo hold toward this enigmatic manifestation.
With nothing more than his physical eyes viewing the crate in question, Tryjo could not denote anything of interest. However, when Tryjo allowed the Force to influence his mind’s eye, an almost faint orb of light seemed to encompass the crate; glowing a dim grayish color. Fascinated by what the Force was allowing him to witness, Tryjo laid his hands upon the crate in an attempt to feel in physical eruptions of life energy – there were none that he could detect. Not disheartened by this, Tryjo located the two sets of locking pins on either side of the crate and began to pry them loose. Special shipment or not, Tryjo was going to identify what he was carrying and why it was interacting with the Force in such a way. With a slight clinking sound, the last of the four locking pins hit the floor of the cargo hold, and with a little encouragement, the side of the crate began to open. What befell Tryjo’s eyes next was something of considerable perplexity – a Mon Calamari encased in a bacta tank.
It was obvious that the sentient had been injured at some point in time, but Tryjo was not able to discern to what degree or severity. Not being conscious, there also appeared to be no apparent means of communicating with the being, but the controls on the bacta tank indicated that the Mon Calamari was indeed alive; if only in a state not too far removed from stasis. At least this is what Tryjo had hoped, as he could not detect in sings of life energy when he probed the crate. But, it should be noted that his skills may just not be that advanced as of yet, rather Tryjo wants to admit it or not. Nonetheless, one thing was apparent, the xenophobe was influencing the Force; either directly or indirectly. Opening up his senses once again to the control of the Force, Tryjo allowed himself to mingle his own interactions with the Force to that of the Mon Calamari; diligently seeking to note any subtle differences between how the Force interacted between the two. Like that of a master craftsman, Tryjo wove his own unique resonance within the Force, sensing as the Mon Calamari’s own resonance began to become more distinct. Even though no signs of physical life existed outside of the readout on the bacta tank, Tryjo quickly realized that the sentient was very much alive in terms of the ever living Force. For Tryjo was now readily able to sense the variable differences between his own impact upon the Force and that of the Mon Calamari. Having answering one question, Tryjo was quickly left with another; Why was he transporting a fellow wielder of the Force?
OOC: The purpose for this section of this thread is for training Tryjo in the Force power Telepathy. It should be noted that these are past events.
IC: Tryjo had returned to the anything but spacious cockpit of the transport ship that he was piloting, but his physical comfort was far from his thoughts as his mind was in a quandary. A Force sensitive Mon Calamari encased inside a bacta tank with no signs of physical life would most undoubtedly impede the most stalwart of men; Especially when the xenophobe was found to be upon their very ship. Tryjo was indeed perplexed and did not quite know how to proceed with the situation. It was evident that the Mon Calamari was meant to be transported back to the Shadow Order, but was this sentient friend or foe? Not wishing to risk his communication being intercepted, Tryjo stayed from trying to send a communiqué back to the Order. He very soon resigned himself to the fact that he would just have to wait until he arrived at his destination to find the answers he was seeking.
”Home.”
Home – the word burned inside of Tryjo’s mind, nestling itself deep within his consciousness.
”I…I don’t understand.”
Tryjo shut his eyes and gave his head a gentle shake, as trying to vanquish the stray word from his psyche, but this was to no avail. The word continued to reverberate inside of Tryjo’s mind, almost as if it were being forcefully imprinted thereupon.
”Why!”
It was at this point that a vision of the Mon Calamari encased inside the bacta tank appeared inside of Tryjo’s mind. It became readily evident that sentient being was now not so lifeless after all, but was able to telepathically communicate with Tryjo; if only in a limited fashion. Somewhat jolted by the event, Tryjo was a bit unnerved, but excited all the same. Instead of going back down to the cargo hold, Tryjo would himself attempt to tap into the Mon Calamari’s mind in an attempt to communicate.
Allowing his mind to reach out to the Force, Tryjo began by weaving his own thoughts into the very fabric of the flowing energy ribbons. Attempting to intertwine his own thoughts and emotions into the very same Force energy that was being manipulated by the Mon Calamari, Tryjo endeavored to be able to communicate the slightest thought to this xenophobe. With his thoughts centered on one word, friend, Tryjo set about sending pulses of positive energy toward the Mon Calamari. He was not sure if the sentient would be able to interpret what he was attempting to communicate, nor was Tryjo himself even certain that he was accomplishing the task correctly. Nonetheless, Tryjo continued his attempts of reaching out through the Force to compel a sense of friendship to the Mon Calamari.
Several moments had passed away, and Tryjo had not derived any discernable response from his counterpart. It was obvious that either his attempts at communication had failed, or the Mon Calamari did not desire any further communications. No matter what the actual reason was, Tryjo soon found himself quickly pacing back toward the cargo hold. With each passing step, Tryjo’s thoughts were filled with anticipation; an anticipation of being able to commune with the sentient. Reaching the bacta tank, Tryjo gazed upon the Mon Calamari entombed within its healing waters. Outstretching his hand, Tryjo placed it firmly upon the cold, smooth surface of the tank, just as a subtle sigh escaped his parted lips. Not one to give up, Tryjo would once again attempt to communicate.
Allowing his senses to appeal to the Force, Tryjo delved deep within his own abilities to reconnoiter the depths of the Mon Calamari’s mind. Using a tendril of Force energy, Tryjo plunged deep within the labyrinth of the xenophobes mind; searching for any signs of conscious thought. Along with this tendril of energy, Tryjo carried with it the same message of friendship that he wished to convey to the receiver. Like the hands of a skilled surgeon, Tryjo continued to intersperse the tendril of energy amongst the recesses of the Mon Calamari’s mind, attempting to convey his message. Due to the almost catatonic state of the sentient, it was difficult for Tryjo to locate any areas of the beings mind that was active and receptive for communication. Most of the functions that Tryjo could sense were only those of lower functions related to merely existing and not perceiving. Growing somewhat fatigued by the continuous probing, Tryjo withdrew the tendril of energy to consider alternate methods.
It was obvious to Tryjo that the Mon Calamari was able to communicate to him, as denoted by the message he received. Thus, Tryjo conjectured that he too would be able to communicate with the Mon Calamari, but the means was still elusive. As Tryjo continued to gaze upon the bacta tank, he felt the ship shutter a bit as a mild course correction took place. It was feeling this subtle vibration that suddenly gave Tryjo a startling revelation.
”The vibration.”
The first instance Tryjo had with the Mon Calamari was that of sensing his subtle vibration within the Force. Thus, it stood to reason that if Tryjo attuned his own message to match this vibration, and focused on commanding the Force to deliver it to the Mon Calamari in question, then communication might be established. Tryjo placed both hands upon the bacta tank and began to glare at the being inside; focusing his mind on nothing but the Mon Calamari. Clearing his mind of all stray thoughts, Tryjo focused on keeping all external stimuli to a minimum, as this could interfere with the transmission of his thoughts. Tryjo next began to center his being in the Force; forsaking the past and the future – only focusing on the present. Keeping his mind duly guarded and focused upon the Mon Calamari, Tryjo finally began to focus upon what it was he wished to convey to the sentient; friendship. Whirling the thoughts and positive emotions throughout his own psyche, Tryjo began to reach out to the Force in an attempt to interact with the reverberations of the Mon Calamari. Quickly finding the beings own idiosyncratic resonance within the Force, Tryjo began to intertwine his message within this vibration. Palpitating the Mon Calamari’s vibration with his message of friendship and positive energy, Tryjo fervently focused his attention on coercing the being to receive his message. All the while, Tryjo beckoned upon the Force to relay the message to the being to which his mind’s eye was focused upon – the Mon Calamari.
A small bead of sweat rolled down Tryjo’s forehead and plunged toward the floor of the room. Tryjo’s concentration was firm as he continued his efforts at communicating the sentient, but there had been no signs of reception as of yet – until.
”Friend.”
The discerning of the word was difficult and faint at best, but Tryjo was certain that the sentient had answered him all the same. Taking a step back from the tank, Tryjo felt a calming in the way the Force flowed from the being within its grasp. It was obvious that the message Tryjo was attempting to send was in fact received, processed, and answered. A feeling of accomplishment swelled inside of Tryjo as he felt that he somewhat was able to comfort the suffering of the Mon Calamari. He may still not know why he was being transporting, but Tryjo felt better about the situation after securing a line of communication with the being. Of course, as if on queue, a notification alarm rang out from the COMM system. The finial coordinates were being neared and the landing sequence would soon be initiated. Even if Tryjo never learned the true nature of the Mon Calamari’s transport, he felt that he had impacted the being and made a difference nonetheless.
IC: It was not unlike any other shipment, or at least that is what Tryjo thought as he gazed upon the loading of his two transport ships. He had become quite accustomed to transporting goods at the behest of the Shadow Order, and to further any potential Shadow teachings, Tryjo would gladly see to the shipping of goods across the perilous spacelanes. A dozen or so loader droids methodically made their way across the steel flooring of the spaceport carrying large and cumbersome crates for shipment, and to Tryjo, every crate meant another day the Shadow Order could exist and further their teachings. Watching the process with pleasure, Tryjo eyed a curious looking fellow strolling in his general direction. He was quite tall, thin, and had a shock of brilliant blonde hair atop his narrowed head. Dressed in what appeared to be fine linens, the man seemed to float through the air as he continued his approach.
”Mister Sebo is it?”
With an affirmative nod, Tryjo acknowledged the man’s inquiry. ”Yes.”
Stepping a bit closer, the man lowered his voice as he began to speak. ”We have a special delivery. It is imperative that this shipment reach its destination. Do you understand?”
Somewhat perplexed by the nature of this special shipment, Tryjo cocked his head slightly as he gazed upon this strange messenger. ”I was not informed of any special deliveries, but I understand.”
Spinning around toward the loading dock, the man gave the high sign to a group of men standing around a rather large and unique looking crate. As the group began to load the crate onto the ship that Tryjo would be piloting, the man began to walk away. ”Good day, Mister Sebo”
Tryjo did not attempt to stop the curious fellow as he strode away, but turned his attention toward the cargo box that he would be transporting. He watched as the small gaggle of men finished loading the crate onto his ship, and as soon as he was given the completed shipping manifest, Tryjo quickly found himself aboard the transport ready for departure. Signaling his other ship, being piloted by a trusty droid, Tryjo ignited the transport’s thrusters and cleared the spacedock en route to the shipping lanes.
The spacelanes are an interesting place; being both fruitful to those daring to risk encroaching upon their often perilous domain, and barren for those that are left with empty hulls after successful raids by the many scoundrels that roam the galaxy. Thus, this is why Tryjo would often reach out through the Force in meager attempts to call upon its infinite knowledge and guidance to provide him with safe passage through the lanes. This trip would be no different, and as Tryjo sat mulling over the delivery, he began to call upon the Force to intercede and act as his stalwart companion. But, as Tryjo was listening to the Force’s gentle whispers, there began to be a subtle, yet blatant resonance that permeated the very fabric of energy that flowed throughout the ship. If Tryjo would not have been so fervently seeking the most infinitesimal signs of danger, as communicated through the waves of Force energy, he would have most likely dismissed the anomaly within the Force, but having uncovered this perplexing occurrence, Tryjo felt the need to investigate it further.
The sensations being perceived by Tryjo, as emanated via the Force, were not entirely foreign, and the effluence of energy that prevailed seemed to almost be in tune with his own emanations. Settling his mind with some ritualistic breathing exercises, Tryjo attempted to calm his mental processes in order to allow himself to better attune his psychophysical connection with the ever living Force. Interweaving his own thoughts into the metaphysical energy field, Tryjo quietly studied the intricacies of the anomalous sensation present. Strangely enough, a pattern seemed to emerge from the unknown sensation, leading Tryjo to believe that there was someone directly influencing the very fabric of the Force. But, as Tryjo was alone on the transport, who could be doing such a thing? The special shipment! Tryjo’s mind realized that he had authorized the loading of an unknown crate aboard the transport, and this crate could be the source of the impressions upon the Force. With the transport basically being piloted by the onboard navigation computer, Tryjo left the cockpit to make his way toward the cargo hold to investigate the mysterious crate.
Upon entering the cargo hold, Tryjo allowed his senses to spread across the room like that of a giant web, gently probing every container therein. Still standing in the entranceway of the hold, Tryjo eventually located the mysterious crate that he was searching for; it was situated toward the rear of the room. As Tryjo followed the ebb and flow of Force energy throughout the room, he could sense that as the energy ribbons passed alongside the crate in question, an interaction appeared to happen. The ribbons of energy would pulsate with a very unique vibration that only existed for a brief moment before dissipating. Speculating that something was definitely amiss, Tryjo strode through the mass of crates in the cargo hold toward this enigmatic manifestation.
With nothing more than his physical eyes viewing the crate in question, Tryjo could not denote anything of interest. However, when Tryjo allowed the Force to influence his mind’s eye, an almost faint orb of light seemed to encompass the crate; glowing a dim grayish color. Fascinated by what the Force was allowing him to witness, Tryjo laid his hands upon the crate in an attempt to feel in physical eruptions of life energy – there were none that he could detect. Not disheartened by this, Tryjo located the two sets of locking pins on either side of the crate and began to pry them loose. Special shipment or not, Tryjo was going to identify what he was carrying and why it was interacting with the Force in such a way. With a slight clinking sound, the last of the four locking pins hit the floor of the cargo hold, and with a little encouragement, the side of the crate began to open. What befell Tryjo’s eyes next was something of considerable perplexity – a Mon Calamari encased in a bacta tank.
It was obvious that the sentient had been injured at some point in time, but Tryjo was not able to discern to what degree or severity. Not being conscious, there also appeared to be no apparent means of communicating with the being, but the controls on the bacta tank indicated that the Mon Calamari was indeed alive; if only in a state not too far removed from stasis. At least this is what Tryjo had hoped, as he could not detect in sings of life energy when he probed the crate. But, it should be noted that his skills may just not be that advanced as of yet, rather Tryjo wants to admit it or not. Nonetheless, one thing was apparent, the xenophobe was influencing the Force; either directly or indirectly. Opening up his senses once again to the control of the Force, Tryjo allowed himself to mingle his own interactions with the Force to that of the Mon Calamari; diligently seeking to note any subtle differences between how the Force interacted between the two. Like that of a master craftsman, Tryjo wove his own unique resonance within the Force, sensing as the Mon Calamari’s own resonance began to become more distinct. Even though no signs of physical life existed outside of the readout on the bacta tank, Tryjo quickly realized that the sentient was very much alive in terms of the ever living Force. For Tryjo was now readily able to sense the variable differences between his own impact upon the Force and that of the Mon Calamari. Having answering one question, Tryjo was quickly left with another; Why was he transporting a fellow wielder of the Force?
OOC: The purpose for this section of this thread is for training Tryjo in the Force power Telepathy. It should be noted that these are past events.
IC: Tryjo had returned to the anything but spacious cockpit of the transport ship that he was piloting, but his physical comfort was far from his thoughts as his mind was in a quandary. A Force sensitive Mon Calamari encased inside a bacta tank with no signs of physical life would most undoubtedly impede the most stalwart of men; Especially when the xenophobe was found to be upon their very ship. Tryjo was indeed perplexed and did not quite know how to proceed with the situation. It was evident that the Mon Calamari was meant to be transported back to the Shadow Order, but was this sentient friend or foe? Not wishing to risk his communication being intercepted, Tryjo stayed from trying to send a communiqué back to the Order. He very soon resigned himself to the fact that he would just have to wait until he arrived at his destination to find the answers he was seeking.
”Home.”
Home – the word burned inside of Tryjo’s mind, nestling itself deep within his consciousness.
”I…I don’t understand.”
Tryjo shut his eyes and gave his head a gentle shake, as trying to vanquish the stray word from his psyche, but this was to no avail. The word continued to reverberate inside of Tryjo’s mind, almost as if it were being forcefully imprinted thereupon.
”Why!”
It was at this point that a vision of the Mon Calamari encased inside the bacta tank appeared inside of Tryjo’s mind. It became readily evident that sentient being was now not so lifeless after all, but was able to telepathically communicate with Tryjo; if only in a limited fashion. Somewhat jolted by the event, Tryjo was a bit unnerved, but excited all the same. Instead of going back down to the cargo hold, Tryjo would himself attempt to tap into the Mon Calamari’s mind in an attempt to communicate.
Allowing his mind to reach out to the Force, Tryjo began by weaving his own thoughts into the very fabric of the flowing energy ribbons. Attempting to intertwine his own thoughts and emotions into the very same Force energy that was being manipulated by the Mon Calamari, Tryjo endeavored to be able to communicate the slightest thought to this xenophobe. With his thoughts centered on one word, friend, Tryjo set about sending pulses of positive energy toward the Mon Calamari. He was not sure if the sentient would be able to interpret what he was attempting to communicate, nor was Tryjo himself even certain that he was accomplishing the task correctly. Nonetheless, Tryjo continued his attempts of reaching out through the Force to compel a sense of friendship to the Mon Calamari.
Several moments had passed away, and Tryjo had not derived any discernable response from his counterpart. It was obvious that either his attempts at communication had failed, or the Mon Calamari did not desire any further communications. No matter what the actual reason was, Tryjo soon found himself quickly pacing back toward the cargo hold. With each passing step, Tryjo’s thoughts were filled with anticipation; an anticipation of being able to commune with the sentient. Reaching the bacta tank, Tryjo gazed upon the Mon Calamari entombed within its healing waters. Outstretching his hand, Tryjo placed it firmly upon the cold, smooth surface of the tank, just as a subtle sigh escaped his parted lips. Not one to give up, Tryjo would once again attempt to communicate.
Allowing his senses to appeal to the Force, Tryjo delved deep within his own abilities to reconnoiter the depths of the Mon Calamari’s mind. Using a tendril of Force energy, Tryjo plunged deep within the labyrinth of the xenophobes mind; searching for any signs of conscious thought. Along with this tendril of energy, Tryjo carried with it the same message of friendship that he wished to convey to the receiver. Like the hands of a skilled surgeon, Tryjo continued to intersperse the tendril of energy amongst the recesses of the Mon Calamari’s mind, attempting to convey his message. Due to the almost catatonic state of the sentient, it was difficult for Tryjo to locate any areas of the beings mind that was active and receptive for communication. Most of the functions that Tryjo could sense were only those of lower functions related to merely existing and not perceiving. Growing somewhat fatigued by the continuous probing, Tryjo withdrew the tendril of energy to consider alternate methods.
It was obvious to Tryjo that the Mon Calamari was able to communicate to him, as denoted by the message he received. Thus, Tryjo conjectured that he too would be able to communicate with the Mon Calamari, but the means was still elusive. As Tryjo continued to gaze upon the bacta tank, he felt the ship shutter a bit as a mild course correction took place. It was feeling this subtle vibration that suddenly gave Tryjo a startling revelation.
”The vibration.”
The first instance Tryjo had with the Mon Calamari was that of sensing his subtle vibration within the Force. Thus, it stood to reason that if Tryjo attuned his own message to match this vibration, and focused on commanding the Force to deliver it to the Mon Calamari in question, then communication might be established. Tryjo placed both hands upon the bacta tank and began to glare at the being inside; focusing his mind on nothing but the Mon Calamari. Clearing his mind of all stray thoughts, Tryjo focused on keeping all external stimuli to a minimum, as this could interfere with the transmission of his thoughts. Tryjo next began to center his being in the Force; forsaking the past and the future – only focusing on the present. Keeping his mind duly guarded and focused upon the Mon Calamari, Tryjo finally began to focus upon what it was he wished to convey to the sentient; friendship. Whirling the thoughts and positive emotions throughout his own psyche, Tryjo began to reach out to the Force in an attempt to interact with the reverberations of the Mon Calamari. Quickly finding the beings own idiosyncratic resonance within the Force, Tryjo began to intertwine his message within this vibration. Palpitating the Mon Calamari’s vibration with his message of friendship and positive energy, Tryjo fervently focused his attention on coercing the being to receive his message. All the while, Tryjo beckoned upon the Force to relay the message to the being to which his mind’s eye was focused upon – the Mon Calamari.
A small bead of sweat rolled down Tryjo’s forehead and plunged toward the floor of the room. Tryjo’s concentration was firm as he continued his efforts at communicating the sentient, but there had been no signs of reception as of yet – until.
”Friend.”
The discerning of the word was difficult and faint at best, but Tryjo was certain that the sentient had answered him all the same. Taking a step back from the tank, Tryjo felt a calming in the way the Force flowed from the being within its grasp. It was obvious that the message Tryjo was attempting to send was in fact received, processed, and answered. A feeling of accomplishment swelled inside of Tryjo as he felt that he somewhat was able to comfort the suffering of the Mon Calamari. He may still not know why he was being transporting, but Tryjo felt better about the situation after securing a line of communication with the being. Of course, as if on queue, a notification alarm rang out from the COMM system. The finial coordinates were being neared and the landing sequence would soon be initiated. Even if Tryjo never learned the true nature of the Mon Calamari’s transport, he felt that he had impacted the being and made a difference nonetheless.
Re: A Shadow's Odyssey (Closed/Training)
OOC: The purpose for this section of this thread is for training Tryjo in the Force power Quytek: Force Mask. It should be noted that these are past events.
IC: In one of the more secure areas of the Shadow Temple, Tryjo found himself standing amongst a small group of Shadow soldiers; most notable of these soldiers was Colonel Lowe. He was a brilliant military strategist and had a hand in the training programs implemented for newly indoctrinated soldiers and officers alike. The Colonel had summoned Tryjo to this gathering in order to display one of the Order’s newest acquisitions; a scanning device that could detect a Force user’s aura. The scanner had been retrieved from Imperial custody for a handsome amount of credits, and it was quickly being replicated and retrofitted into many of the Order’s droids. With a proud look upon his face, Colonel Lowe watched over the installation process as each droid was being fitted with the scanner.
”I knew that you would want to see this, Sir.”
Tryjo was quite impressed with the technology required to enable the scanner to detect a Force user, but he had often found that technology was often insignificant next to the power of the Force itself. Thus, he held his words of condemnation and patiently observed the goings on with a façade of inquisitiveness. As the first of the battle droids neared completion of the upgrade, Tryjo caught hold of Colonel Lowe’s arm.
”Colonel, I would like to personally test the capabilities of this new device. I will be taking one of the retrofitted droids to a training room for testing.”
The Colonel gave a wry grin upon hearing Tryjo’s proposal on taking one of the droids for testing, but giving an affirmative nod, he snapped out orders to have one of the droids readied.
”Get one of the retrofitted battle droids ready for testing and have it taken to the Level Two training room.”
Tapping the Colonel on the arm and giving him a thanking nod, Tryjo excused himself from the festivities and made haste toward the training room. Along the way, he pondered over the effectiveness of such a device and how he could counteract its sensing ability if it proved to be truly accurate. Tryjo had read in the Order’s records of ways to mask or hide ones connection to the Force, but he was unsure of the effectiveness of his own ability to do so. Of course, fooling a droid would most likely prove easier than fooling an adept Force user, but Tryjo would take this opportunity to hone this talent.
The statuesque form of the armed battle droid stood firm in the center of the otherwise empty training room as Tryjo entered through the heavy doors. Its dull-gray metal body blended seemingly into the surroundings, and it was ominously intimidating looming there in that silent pose. Approaching the droid, Tryjo did not attempt to conceal his connection to the Force, but as no commands had been given to the droid just yet, it really did not matter.
”Is the scanning device functional, and what does it currently show?”
The cold, mechanical voice of the droid replied, ”The scanner is functioning properly and you are registering positive for Force sensitivity.”
”Excellent! Continue your scans and tell me when you register any significant fluctuations.”
”Understood.”
Tryjo turned away from the droid and strolled across to the far side of the room; only to turn back and face his seeker. Opting to stand instead of sitting, Tryjo began to consider how to best approach nullifying his presence within the Force. He began to try and visualize himself and his wake created within the Force around him; attempting a third person view of the scene. From this line of thought, Tryjo envisioned himself as a tiny pebble being tossed into a lake; the smaller the pebble, the smaller the resulting wake. Thus, if Tryjo could make himself small enough within the Force, he could in essence hide his wake within the lake of Force energy around him.
To begin the process of masking his presence within the Force, Tryjo first began to focus on his body’s aura and how it exuded outward in all directions. Starting at the soles of his feet and extending to the point where his legs attached to his torso, Tryjo began to focus on pulling the aura inward toward the center of his legs. Fervently attempting to reform the aura, Tryjo concentrated on having it conform to the shape of his legs; to the effect of having a second skin instead of wearing trousers. Tryjo could feel the aura diminishing around his lower extremities, and with this decease he began to focus on his torso and arms. Instead of having his aura drawn near to his skin, like with his legs, Tryjo concluded that it would be better to attempt to focus the energy into a small, concentrated ball within the center of his chest. With a steadfast determination, Tryjo began to will his aura around his torso inward toward the center of his chest; burying it deep within the thoracic cavity. Starting at the tips of his fingers, Tryjo beckoned upon the energy of the aura to contort and conform to this shifting, compressing itself to a point of almost nil energy output. A warming sensation could be felt as the energy of the aura dissipated from Tryjo’s arms, but it was a relief to know that it was only being redirected and not lost to the environment. Having the energy from his aura pulled away from his arms and placed within his chest, Tryjo began to compress the combined nimbus; focusing on reducing the presence into nothing more than a speck. With a staunch resolve, Tryjo imploded the field of energy to a degree that left him with a feeling of near blindness to the Force around him.
The last area of his body to gain Tryjo’s attention was his head. For Tryjo had a two phase plan with this aspect of his general anatomy; shrink the energy from his aura and quiet his mind to the Force. The former, he thought, would be much easier than still his mind from the flowing Force. Thus, Tryjo began to draw upon the energy from his aura and command it to fall inward upon his mind. Through his influence over the Force, Tryjo conveyed the nimbus to dwell within the recess of his mind, quelling the outward effluence of energy. With the entirety of this edifice that was Tryjo’s own natural aura reduced to a mere spark of discernible energy, Tryjo began to ponder on how he was to quiet his mind to the gentle whispers of the Force itself. How would one turn a deaf ear to something that had become second nature – almost needed? Bending the energy field that produced his aura was a simple manipulation of the Force itself, but to subdue the mind to a point that quelled the presence of the Force – that was another matter all together.
For a brief moment, Tryjo turned his attention to the present reality and looked upon the droid. Mustering a few words, Tryjo spoke out. ”Is there any change in status?” From behind the metal frame and vocal processors came the response that Tryjo was already expecting. ”Negative. Force sensitivity still being monitored.” Not to be dismayed by the result that he knew was coming, Tryjo turned back to the second phase of his process – quieting his mind to the Force.
Tryjo would begin by shunting all physical sensory information from the forefront of his consciousness and focusing primarily on the presence of the Force. Identifying its ever present whisper, Tryjo hearkened to the metaphysical energy field and bent his will to conform to its present desires. Realizing that he could not totally disconnect himself from the intangible Force, Tryjo beckoned unto it to dwell in the back of his brain, well away from the frontal lobes of conscious thought. Concentrating with a zealousness that would befit a Wookiee freedom fighter, Tryjo attempted to drive the presence of the Force to the back of his subconsciousness, but his efforts would be to little avail. It was at this point that Tryjo began to have a revelation in regards to quieting his mind to the Force. A quiet mind leads to the ability to hear the Force speaking to you…I don’t need to quiet my mind; I need to excite my mind!
Releasing his shunted physical senses back to the forefront of his conscious thought, Tryjo began to focus on his surroundings and the physical stimuli that he was perceiving. With a steadfast purpose, Tryjo attempted to stimulate every facet of his consciousness with the physical reality that he was in contact with; forgoing the background energy that composed the ever present Force. Feeling the touch of his garments upon his skin; shifting his eyes from side to side to visually absorb as much information as possible; tapping his foot, snapping his fingers, and humming all at the same time to produce an audible influx of sounds; bringing his sleeve up to his nose to smell the fragrance of the clean cloth – all of this was done with the purpose of overshadowing the voice of the midi-chlorians and quieting Tryjo’s mind to the Force. As the moments slipped away, Tryjo continued to focus on the physical environment around him and its influence on his physical senses, excluding the metaphysical aspects that remained hidden behind the veil, until a mechanically monotone voice interrupted – ”There is no longer a presence of Force sensitivity.”
Enthralled by his success, Tryjo momentarily stopped what he was doing to congratulate himself on besting the droid’s scanning device. Of course, upon loosing focus upon keeping his mind occupied – ”Force sensitivity has resumed.”
Commanding the droid to return to Colonel Lowe, Tryjo was relieved that he had begun to understand how to better mask his presence within the Force. He was not quite sure if the methods he chose would keep him hidden from fellow sentients, but he felt comfortable that he could fool a simple machine. Perhaps with time, Tryjo could perfect his methods to keep him hidden amongst other Force users, and know having a basic understanding of what he must do, Tryjo felt confident that he was well on his way to being able to accomplish that goal as well.
IC: In one of the more secure areas of the Shadow Temple, Tryjo found himself standing amongst a small group of Shadow soldiers; most notable of these soldiers was Colonel Lowe. He was a brilliant military strategist and had a hand in the training programs implemented for newly indoctrinated soldiers and officers alike. The Colonel had summoned Tryjo to this gathering in order to display one of the Order’s newest acquisitions; a scanning device that could detect a Force user’s aura. The scanner had been retrieved from Imperial custody for a handsome amount of credits, and it was quickly being replicated and retrofitted into many of the Order’s droids. With a proud look upon his face, Colonel Lowe watched over the installation process as each droid was being fitted with the scanner.
”I knew that you would want to see this, Sir.”
Tryjo was quite impressed with the technology required to enable the scanner to detect a Force user, but he had often found that technology was often insignificant next to the power of the Force itself. Thus, he held his words of condemnation and patiently observed the goings on with a façade of inquisitiveness. As the first of the battle droids neared completion of the upgrade, Tryjo caught hold of Colonel Lowe’s arm.
”Colonel, I would like to personally test the capabilities of this new device. I will be taking one of the retrofitted droids to a training room for testing.”
The Colonel gave a wry grin upon hearing Tryjo’s proposal on taking one of the droids for testing, but giving an affirmative nod, he snapped out orders to have one of the droids readied.
”Get one of the retrofitted battle droids ready for testing and have it taken to the Level Two training room.”
Tapping the Colonel on the arm and giving him a thanking nod, Tryjo excused himself from the festivities and made haste toward the training room. Along the way, he pondered over the effectiveness of such a device and how he could counteract its sensing ability if it proved to be truly accurate. Tryjo had read in the Order’s records of ways to mask or hide ones connection to the Force, but he was unsure of the effectiveness of his own ability to do so. Of course, fooling a droid would most likely prove easier than fooling an adept Force user, but Tryjo would take this opportunity to hone this talent.
The statuesque form of the armed battle droid stood firm in the center of the otherwise empty training room as Tryjo entered through the heavy doors. Its dull-gray metal body blended seemingly into the surroundings, and it was ominously intimidating looming there in that silent pose. Approaching the droid, Tryjo did not attempt to conceal his connection to the Force, but as no commands had been given to the droid just yet, it really did not matter.
”Is the scanning device functional, and what does it currently show?”
The cold, mechanical voice of the droid replied, ”The scanner is functioning properly and you are registering positive for Force sensitivity.”
”Excellent! Continue your scans and tell me when you register any significant fluctuations.”
”Understood.”
Tryjo turned away from the droid and strolled across to the far side of the room; only to turn back and face his seeker. Opting to stand instead of sitting, Tryjo began to consider how to best approach nullifying his presence within the Force. He began to try and visualize himself and his wake created within the Force around him; attempting a third person view of the scene. From this line of thought, Tryjo envisioned himself as a tiny pebble being tossed into a lake; the smaller the pebble, the smaller the resulting wake. Thus, if Tryjo could make himself small enough within the Force, he could in essence hide his wake within the lake of Force energy around him.
To begin the process of masking his presence within the Force, Tryjo first began to focus on his body’s aura and how it exuded outward in all directions. Starting at the soles of his feet and extending to the point where his legs attached to his torso, Tryjo began to focus on pulling the aura inward toward the center of his legs. Fervently attempting to reform the aura, Tryjo concentrated on having it conform to the shape of his legs; to the effect of having a second skin instead of wearing trousers. Tryjo could feel the aura diminishing around his lower extremities, and with this decease he began to focus on his torso and arms. Instead of having his aura drawn near to his skin, like with his legs, Tryjo concluded that it would be better to attempt to focus the energy into a small, concentrated ball within the center of his chest. With a steadfast determination, Tryjo began to will his aura around his torso inward toward the center of his chest; burying it deep within the thoracic cavity. Starting at the tips of his fingers, Tryjo beckoned upon the energy of the aura to contort and conform to this shifting, compressing itself to a point of almost nil energy output. A warming sensation could be felt as the energy of the aura dissipated from Tryjo’s arms, but it was a relief to know that it was only being redirected and not lost to the environment. Having the energy from his aura pulled away from his arms and placed within his chest, Tryjo began to compress the combined nimbus; focusing on reducing the presence into nothing more than a speck. With a staunch resolve, Tryjo imploded the field of energy to a degree that left him with a feeling of near blindness to the Force around him.
The last area of his body to gain Tryjo’s attention was his head. For Tryjo had a two phase plan with this aspect of his general anatomy; shrink the energy from his aura and quiet his mind to the Force. The former, he thought, would be much easier than still his mind from the flowing Force. Thus, Tryjo began to draw upon the energy from his aura and command it to fall inward upon his mind. Through his influence over the Force, Tryjo conveyed the nimbus to dwell within the recess of his mind, quelling the outward effluence of energy. With the entirety of this edifice that was Tryjo’s own natural aura reduced to a mere spark of discernible energy, Tryjo began to ponder on how he was to quiet his mind to the gentle whispers of the Force itself. How would one turn a deaf ear to something that had become second nature – almost needed? Bending the energy field that produced his aura was a simple manipulation of the Force itself, but to subdue the mind to a point that quelled the presence of the Force – that was another matter all together.
For a brief moment, Tryjo turned his attention to the present reality and looked upon the droid. Mustering a few words, Tryjo spoke out. ”Is there any change in status?” From behind the metal frame and vocal processors came the response that Tryjo was already expecting. ”Negative. Force sensitivity still being monitored.” Not to be dismayed by the result that he knew was coming, Tryjo turned back to the second phase of his process – quieting his mind to the Force.
Tryjo would begin by shunting all physical sensory information from the forefront of his consciousness and focusing primarily on the presence of the Force. Identifying its ever present whisper, Tryjo hearkened to the metaphysical energy field and bent his will to conform to its present desires. Realizing that he could not totally disconnect himself from the intangible Force, Tryjo beckoned unto it to dwell in the back of his brain, well away from the frontal lobes of conscious thought. Concentrating with a zealousness that would befit a Wookiee freedom fighter, Tryjo attempted to drive the presence of the Force to the back of his subconsciousness, but his efforts would be to little avail. It was at this point that Tryjo began to have a revelation in regards to quieting his mind to the Force. A quiet mind leads to the ability to hear the Force speaking to you…I don’t need to quiet my mind; I need to excite my mind!
Releasing his shunted physical senses back to the forefront of his conscious thought, Tryjo began to focus on his surroundings and the physical stimuli that he was perceiving. With a steadfast purpose, Tryjo attempted to stimulate every facet of his consciousness with the physical reality that he was in contact with; forgoing the background energy that composed the ever present Force. Feeling the touch of his garments upon his skin; shifting his eyes from side to side to visually absorb as much information as possible; tapping his foot, snapping his fingers, and humming all at the same time to produce an audible influx of sounds; bringing his sleeve up to his nose to smell the fragrance of the clean cloth – all of this was done with the purpose of overshadowing the voice of the midi-chlorians and quieting Tryjo’s mind to the Force. As the moments slipped away, Tryjo continued to focus on the physical environment around him and its influence on his physical senses, excluding the metaphysical aspects that remained hidden behind the veil, until a mechanically monotone voice interrupted – ”There is no longer a presence of Force sensitivity.”
Enthralled by his success, Tryjo momentarily stopped what he was doing to congratulate himself on besting the droid’s scanning device. Of course, upon loosing focus upon keeping his mind occupied – ”Force sensitivity has resumed.”
Commanding the droid to return to Colonel Lowe, Tryjo was relieved that he had begun to understand how to better mask his presence within the Force. He was not quite sure if the methods he chose would keep him hidden from fellow sentients, but he felt comfortable that he could fool a simple machine. Perhaps with time, Tryjo could perfect his methods to keep him hidden amongst other Force users, and know having a basic understanding of what he must do, Tryjo felt confident that he was well on his way to being able to accomplish that goal as well.
Re: A Shadow's Odyssey (Closed/Training)
OOC: The purpose for this section of this thread is for training Tryjo in the Force power Absorb/Scatter Energy. It should be noted that these are past events.
IC: Tryjo laid upon the matted training room floor looking up toward a smirking Bel Koor. Koor, a Twi’lek Preacher of the Order, was attending to Tryjo’s continued training, and it would appear that Koor was succeeding. Moments earlier, Koor had sent a wave of Force energy hurling toward Tryjo with hope that Tryjo would be able to defend against the offensive Force attack. However, the onslaught of energy crashed into Tryjo’s body, overwhelming his attempts to defend against it, knocking him off of his feet.
”That didn’t go over so well,” Tryjo said while picking himself up off of the floor and straitening his training attire.
”Perhaps I need to tone down the power behind – ,” Koor began, but Tryjo shot him a glance that indicated he would rather him not do so. ”Alright, we’ll do it again.”
Taking a position a few meters to the front of Koor, Tryjo relaxed him physical demeanor and began to focus on the empty space between himself and Koor. Of course, the space between the two men was not actually empty; it was filled with flowing currents of Force energy that Tryjo hoped to use in his defense. Extending both his hands out to his front, Tryjo spread his fingers as if were beginning to play a B'omarr pipe organ, but music was in fact the farthest thing from his mind. Concentrating on the swiftly flowing currents of the Force, Tryjo began to beckon unto them to do his bidding.
Starting closest to Koor, Tryjo began to weave together threads of Force energy, tightly knitting them together to form a barrier of sorts. However, within the barrier of energy, Tryjo would leave gaps, or holes for the incoming attack to be matriculated through. With the patience of a Sarlacc, Tryjo continued to strengthen the barrier by interweaving the threads of Force energy like that of a master artisan. Being satisfied with the initial barrier of pure Force energy, Tryjo began to duplicate this process by building a second barrier. Once again, Tryjo began to bind together the currents of Force energy to build his protective wall. Although, the gaps or holes within this wall would be distinctly smaller than in its predecessor, and they would also be offset from the aforementioned gaps. With the second barrier in place, Tryjo would erect a third and finial barrier to protect himself from Koor’s offensive attack. Just as he had done with the previous two barriers, Tryjo took to preparing his finial defensive platform. Like the other two, this wall was contrived of Force energy, with gaps smaller than the previous that were distinctly smaller and offset.
Stopping the offensive Force attack being Tryjo’s primary goal, he did have a secondary goal that he would attempt to achieve – being able to absorb the incoming energy for an attack of his own. Tryjo knew that this could be risky, as his training had not progressed to a point where he felt comfortable attempting this, but the ends would justify the means if he succeeded. The purpose for the gaps in Tryjo’s barriers was to allow for the incoming energy to pass through, but with the gaps in the following barriers being offset and smaller, the energy would be scattered and reduced in its effect by the time it reached Tryjo. This is where Tryjo hoped to be able to absorb the energy to allow himself to be able to use it for an offensive attack of his own. Turning his attention to the discontinuity of the barriers, Tryjo began to prepare conduits of Force energy to place within the breaks. Calling out to the Force, Tryjo wove together threads of energy into tightly wound ducts to channel the incoming energy as it became diminished. With each fissure in the barrier, Tryjo neatly placed a series Force piping to allow the energy to be transferred to his awaiting grasp.
If the Force conduits exiting the barriers Tryjo had in place could have been made visible to the naked eye, it would have most likely looked like an exposed hyperdrive that had regurgitated its internal wiring, but to Tryjo, it looked like the pathway to power. Still having his hands and fingers outstretched, Tryjo began to command the Force conduits exiting the barriers to form around his hands and fingers. Feeling the energy form around the exposed skin of his hands, Tryjo relished in his handiwork; hoping that his plan would work.
”I am ready,” Tryjo regarded Koor. Acknowledging Tryjo with a simple nod, Koor swung his arms round, and with this came a fury of Force energy bearing down upon Tryjo. As the wave of energy impacted the first barrier, Tryjo could feel the intense power of the wave buckling his defensive wall, but the barrier held fast as the incoming energy flowed through the gaps that Tryjo had in place. As the diminished energy wave passed through the gaps, so did it pass into the conduits leading to Tryjo’s awaiting hands. Jerking as the influx of power was absorbed into his eager body, Tryjo felt a strange tingling sensation, and he immediately tried to compensate for the sudden shift in power. The offensive wave next struck the second barrier, and like with the first barrier encountered, the offensive energy diminished as it flowed through the progressively smaller gaps. Jerking once again, Tryjo seethed as the energy sent forth by Koor was dispersed and absorbed into Tryjo’s body. As Koor’s attack struck the third and finial barrier, the offensive energy wave had all but been totally negated. As the energy flowed through the tiny gaps in the last Force wall, Tryjo once again felt the tinge of power entering his body through the conduits he had in place. Visibly enthralled by the sense of capturing the energy sent forth by Koor, Tryjo tightened his muscles in preparation of offering up a counterattack of his own. It was at this point that the remainder of Koor’s energy wave passed over Tryjo, but its diminished energy felt much like a gentle breeze rather than a tornadic wind.
Releasing the tension in his muscles, Tryjo decidedly released his control over the Force and the energy he had absorbed. ”Very good, Tryjo. But, why did you not counter attack?” Koor looked on Tryjo with inquisitive eyes, wondering why his student would not counter his attack. ”Manipulation over the Force is much more than defend and attack, Preacher Koor.” Tryjo exclaimed his thoughts to his instructor, but he felt that Koor still did not understand why he would not counter his attack. Nonetheless, Tryjo had accomplished his objective and he was pleased with his progression in his training.
IC: Tryjo laid upon the matted training room floor looking up toward a smirking Bel Koor. Koor, a Twi’lek Preacher of the Order, was attending to Tryjo’s continued training, and it would appear that Koor was succeeding. Moments earlier, Koor had sent a wave of Force energy hurling toward Tryjo with hope that Tryjo would be able to defend against the offensive Force attack. However, the onslaught of energy crashed into Tryjo’s body, overwhelming his attempts to defend against it, knocking him off of his feet.
”That didn’t go over so well,” Tryjo said while picking himself up off of the floor and straitening his training attire.
”Perhaps I need to tone down the power behind – ,” Koor began, but Tryjo shot him a glance that indicated he would rather him not do so. ”Alright, we’ll do it again.”
Taking a position a few meters to the front of Koor, Tryjo relaxed him physical demeanor and began to focus on the empty space between himself and Koor. Of course, the space between the two men was not actually empty; it was filled with flowing currents of Force energy that Tryjo hoped to use in his defense. Extending both his hands out to his front, Tryjo spread his fingers as if were beginning to play a B'omarr pipe organ, but music was in fact the farthest thing from his mind. Concentrating on the swiftly flowing currents of the Force, Tryjo began to beckon unto them to do his bidding.
Starting closest to Koor, Tryjo began to weave together threads of Force energy, tightly knitting them together to form a barrier of sorts. However, within the barrier of energy, Tryjo would leave gaps, or holes for the incoming attack to be matriculated through. With the patience of a Sarlacc, Tryjo continued to strengthen the barrier by interweaving the threads of Force energy like that of a master artisan. Being satisfied with the initial barrier of pure Force energy, Tryjo began to duplicate this process by building a second barrier. Once again, Tryjo began to bind together the currents of Force energy to build his protective wall. Although, the gaps or holes within this wall would be distinctly smaller than in its predecessor, and they would also be offset from the aforementioned gaps. With the second barrier in place, Tryjo would erect a third and finial barrier to protect himself from Koor’s offensive attack. Just as he had done with the previous two barriers, Tryjo took to preparing his finial defensive platform. Like the other two, this wall was contrived of Force energy, with gaps smaller than the previous that were distinctly smaller and offset.
Stopping the offensive Force attack being Tryjo’s primary goal, he did have a secondary goal that he would attempt to achieve – being able to absorb the incoming energy for an attack of his own. Tryjo knew that this could be risky, as his training had not progressed to a point where he felt comfortable attempting this, but the ends would justify the means if he succeeded. The purpose for the gaps in Tryjo’s barriers was to allow for the incoming energy to pass through, but with the gaps in the following barriers being offset and smaller, the energy would be scattered and reduced in its effect by the time it reached Tryjo. This is where Tryjo hoped to be able to absorb the energy to allow himself to be able to use it for an offensive attack of his own. Turning his attention to the discontinuity of the barriers, Tryjo began to prepare conduits of Force energy to place within the breaks. Calling out to the Force, Tryjo wove together threads of energy into tightly wound ducts to channel the incoming energy as it became diminished. With each fissure in the barrier, Tryjo neatly placed a series Force piping to allow the energy to be transferred to his awaiting grasp.
If the Force conduits exiting the barriers Tryjo had in place could have been made visible to the naked eye, it would have most likely looked like an exposed hyperdrive that had regurgitated its internal wiring, but to Tryjo, it looked like the pathway to power. Still having his hands and fingers outstretched, Tryjo began to command the Force conduits exiting the barriers to form around his hands and fingers. Feeling the energy form around the exposed skin of his hands, Tryjo relished in his handiwork; hoping that his plan would work.
”I am ready,” Tryjo regarded Koor. Acknowledging Tryjo with a simple nod, Koor swung his arms round, and with this came a fury of Force energy bearing down upon Tryjo. As the wave of energy impacted the first barrier, Tryjo could feel the intense power of the wave buckling his defensive wall, but the barrier held fast as the incoming energy flowed through the gaps that Tryjo had in place. As the diminished energy wave passed through the gaps, so did it pass into the conduits leading to Tryjo’s awaiting hands. Jerking as the influx of power was absorbed into his eager body, Tryjo felt a strange tingling sensation, and he immediately tried to compensate for the sudden shift in power. The offensive wave next struck the second barrier, and like with the first barrier encountered, the offensive energy diminished as it flowed through the progressively smaller gaps. Jerking once again, Tryjo seethed as the energy sent forth by Koor was dispersed and absorbed into Tryjo’s body. As Koor’s attack struck the third and finial barrier, the offensive energy wave had all but been totally negated. As the energy flowed through the tiny gaps in the last Force wall, Tryjo once again felt the tinge of power entering his body through the conduits he had in place. Visibly enthralled by the sense of capturing the energy sent forth by Koor, Tryjo tightened his muscles in preparation of offering up a counterattack of his own. It was at this point that the remainder of Koor’s energy wave passed over Tryjo, but its diminished energy felt much like a gentle breeze rather than a tornadic wind.
Releasing the tension in his muscles, Tryjo decidedly released his control over the Force and the energy he had absorbed. ”Very good, Tryjo. But, why did you not counter attack?” Koor looked on Tryjo with inquisitive eyes, wondering why his student would not counter his attack. ”Manipulation over the Force is much more than defend and attack, Preacher Koor.” Tryjo exclaimed his thoughts to his instructor, but he felt that Koor still did not understand why he would not counter his attack. Nonetheless, Tryjo had accomplished his objective and he was pleased with his progression in his training.