Preparing an appetite(force training)

Driven from Coruscant by the Galactic Alliance, the governing body of Imperial leadership now resides upon the world of Bastion.
Post Reply
User avatar
Neive Undant
Full Member
Posts: 665
Joined: Thu Sep 14, 2017 6:06 pm
Location: Texas, USA
Contact:

Preparing an appetite(force training)

Post by Neive Undant » Mon Jul 29, 2019 5:40 pm

Byss System, Deep Core, Grid Coordinates K-11

Third Sanctuary Moon, Zero-G Lab Module GY-842


Prazutis entered the containment chamber for the Sith holocron, Imperial researchers simply observing and at times, testing the holocron, however, after Prazutis had left, the relic had closed itself once more, stubborn to keep all it held from Imperial eyes.

Prazutis put his hand out, opening the artifact once more and looking up at the mask, the face of darkness in the era of the old republic.
[You come to me once more, seeking guidance, yet you seem to have progressed yourself much further than the last time we met. What use do you have of my knowledge this time?]

I must finish my training... but it seems for me to take the final step, to mastery of the force, I cannot do it alone.

[You simply forget that which I have already taught you.]

Prazutis looked up at the visage of the Dark Lord.

I indeed am lost... but what am I missing? What have I not acknowledged to become what I’ve so sought for?

[You foolishly believe you have a connection to the force. However, in the form you are in, you are no longer connected to the dark side... you ARE the dark side, but you are also a plague to it. You are more presence than physical being, you are a being meant only for destruction... a wound in the force, and in the galaxy. You are darkness. You are death. You are... hunger.]
Image

Occasionally speaks sith. translation here: http://starwars.myrpg.org/coruscant_translator.php

User avatar
Neive Undant
Full Member
Posts: 665
Joined: Thu Sep 14, 2017 6:06 pm
Location: Texas, USA
Contact:

Re: Preparing an appetite(force training)

Post by Neive Undant » Fri Aug 02, 2019 6:01 am

(Begin force app: Level 13)
(Word Requirement: 1,300)
(Begin)

Prazutis reached out into the force, the words of the Sith Lord in his mind as he observed the dark aura around him. The entire room had been corrupted with a strong dark side presence, no doubt warped and twisted from the now opened holocron sitting in the room for so long without containment. Although the interior had not blackened and burned as it had for Prazutis’ Quarters aboard the SparrowHawk, Prazutis could feel the dark side everywhere in this room, unnaturally twisting everything within its iron tight grasp.

Prazutis then noted that observation as he looked to himself, feeling the darkness that was within him and that which was radiating off of his armor, most specifically the iron helmet. He felt the same emanation of dark side energy resonating from himself as the holocron, although it was a less intense amount being released into the environment, like body heat, it permeated the room.

From there, Prazutis concentrated that power within him, using the same tactic as he had used when teaching himself to use lightning, to ball up a storage of energy within his armor. But thinking, this armor wasn’t who he was… He wasn’t just a set of iron armor and a helmet. He began to understand what the former Dark Lord had meant by his words.

Prazutis’ spirit was within the armor, releasing itself from the prison of flesh it had once been held within only to let itself be trapped in another prison, this one of Iron. But what he was, even while trapped inside this armor… he was simply an entity, not an immortal one, but rather one that went against the tide of the Force, not only corrupting it but harming it.

More and more, Prazutis began to learn about his own being just from realization, and seeing this, he also began to learn more about the force itself. How it reacted to his presence, the corruption, acknowledging the unnatural state that he was in with this corrupt, dark energy that resonated from him. It now even made sense why he had felt such a pull from the dark side all this time… understanding so much more now, he also learned how to better harness the force… how best to handle the energy that was in and around him.

Prazutis felt the energy within him building, struggling to contain the amount of power that now cycled through his system. Putting his hand out, the High Inquisitor watched the lightsaber on his belt loop slowly rise from its place at his hip, unclipping from his belt and hovering in the air a few inches from his hands. If there was one thing Prazutis knew he could use the force for, it was precision in the art of telekinesis. But to learn so much more about the force, to concentrate on generating this power that he was still trying to obtain and regulate, he knew if he stuck to what he had become proficient at, but test his limits with such abilities, that it would be a large step in the right direction for his training.

The High Inquisitor started by putting his other hand out, the lightsaber turning sideways in the air in front of the High Inquisitor. Then, while holding one hand still, he slowly turned the other, the pommel of the lightsaber hilt gliding off the rest of the metal handle and hovering on its own, Prazutis gently moving it aside but keeping it in the air to push his concentration that slight bit more as he continued.

He then moved to the wiring and crystal chamber, once more slowly pulling his armor’s gloves apart to watch the energy cell, wiring and chamber exit the hilt, each keeping in the air as Prazutis then opened the chamber, watching over every piece of the hilt as he held them all separately but near one another in the air, eye level with a standing Prazutis.

Slowly, the different pieces of the blade came together once more, first the crystal into the chamber and soon after, everything returning to its rightful place as part of the lightsaber, none of the pieces leaving the air before the lightsaber was once again functional. Another test of his abilities was in order, Prazutis thought to himself.

Sitting down, Prazutis kept his lightsaber in place, concentrating only on the hilt in front of him before he began a pattern of movement for it, spinning it around his armor. The blade remained still, Prazutis never igniting the lightsaber and rightfully so, as at times it would stray and swing on its own from the air as it spun around the High Inquisitor.

Faster and faster, he commanded the hilt to move around himself, pushing his limits of the speed he could propel an object as small as his lightsaber hilt. He kept his concentration, his mind emptying and concentrating only on this one, menial task, but in such, began spinning the handle at tremendous speed for the average person to see before a fairly loud noise emitted from the wind around the handle unnerved the Inquisitor, and the hilt went flying before he extended the gauntleted glove of his armor, the hilt flying forwards before soon getting pulled back into Prazutis’ grasp.

Once he had put his lightsaber back onto the belt hook it stayed when not in use, Prazutis acknowledged the pushing of his limits with telekinesis, perhaps it had been the centripetal force, but he noticed that the hilt had moved considerably faster than what he had tried in the past when pulling or pushing it with as much effort as he could put into it at that moment.

Prazutis grew frustrated in this method that he now used to try and push himself farther in the force. Looking to the holocron for only a moment, Prazutis knew it was time he pushed himself in another force ability. He was enclosed in this room, so immediately that kept him from using his enhanced speed or jumping ability, and for fear of breaking the containment and provocation of the imperials outside the room, he didn’t want to use, and certainly not test the might of, his charged strikes. But that being said, the High Inquisitor did think of one ability that, while destructive, wouldn’t do enough damage to the environment for him to be seen as out of control.

Putting his armor’s right hand out, the Cortosis gauntlet covering his armor’s forearm and glove gleamed slightly in the artificial light as he concentrated the energy of the dark side within him into the arm. For a moment, he thought, manifesting the energy within him into electricity that shot in a small, intricate web out from his glove’s fingers, firing out into the room around him, however avoiding the holocron and through Prazutis’ manipulation, also avoiding the translator droid in the room.

Slowly, just as before, Prazutis pressured more energy into the manifestation, the lightning that threw itself from him becoming stronger, and the web began to grow as he poured more power into the action.

And in that moment, a strange thought washed over Prazutis’ mind. Not the usual hate or anger that plagued him, but rather…
what would happen if Aaida now saw him like this? What if Ben knew who it was underneath the helmet? What if his old squad looked on at the monster that he had become? What if...

Prazutis put out his other hand, a surge of lightning emitting from his fingers and diverged, a relatively small web of lightning turning into a network of dark side power that flooded the room in front of him, Prazutis not bothering to avoid the droid any longer, only keeping the shower of thunderbolts in front of him as the droid was soon hit with a barrage of the energy, shaking and falling to the ground, the bombardment almost immediately overloading the droid’s power source. Nevertheless, Prazutis continued pouring all his emotion into the current action, soon unable to control it despite his best efforts and letting the streaks of lightning charge back into his armor, the podium holding the holocron, and the room around him. Prazutis ignored the searing and burning of his own armor as his emotions overpowered him, the electricity resonating with its own dark side energy. The metal floor and walls began to wail as they were warped and slightly twisted, in places being burned and charred, the innermost plating being devastated by Prazutis’ lightning.

Within minutes, Prazutis began to feel dizzy, a feeling of depression and loss falling over him and sending him to his knees, dissipating the energy. The room around him felt cold, and the feeling he had, he soon realized, was less of his own loss and more that of a force disturbance so powerful it had nearly knocked him out. However, the disturbance emanated from the same room he was now in… what had he just accomplished? He felt worse than when he had sensed Tormentous’ presence return to the galaxy, although at that point he had been extremely far away from the Dark lord… But just knowing this, he had done something huge, either to himself or to the galaxy… or perhaps, he thought, to the force.

(End force app: lv 13)
(Word requirement: 1,300)
(Word count: 1,549)
Image

Occasionally speaks sith. translation here: http://starwars.myrpg.org/coruscant_translator.php

Post Reply