Warvanus returned to this jungle moon, teeming with life, and predators and the occasional massassi. He had come to test himself, commune with the Dark side of the Force to test his limits, between the wildlife and the humidity and heat of this place it seemed to be a good location to do just that.
It was time before Warvanus made his way back to his shuttle. He would need to spend time in a bacta tank this much he knew. While in the tank he would meditate on this.Begin Level 10 App 1k Words Req.
The Force was everywhere, it was in all things and it bound everything together. It was more than just energy fields, and energy to summon and command. The Force was alive. He believed that. The Dark side had a will, a plan. The simple truths were the most powerful, and everyday that passed the scope of those truths deepened. It was a season for trials, his Master had begun putting him through trials, in the hopes that he would ascend to the title of Lord. He had put himself through trials and now the Force itself was testing him. His trails had been brutal and he knew this one would be no different.
Running through the Yavin jungle, he was pushing his physical limits, running hard dodging and jumping over obstacles. He kept running until he came upon a small clearing, out of breath, dehydrated, sweat pouring from his body, breathing heavily. He drew on the dark side of the Force, its power and energy coursing through him, he let it flow through him, to sustain his thirst. It flowed through him with sinister purpose. His thirst slicked, his limbs energized again, With a simple willful thought he was able to level his vitals, such as heartbeat, blood pressure and body temperature. It was a rudimentary exercise but useful, which in turn he could cool down. One thing he had learned was that the Force had many roles, it wore many masks, only recently had he been using the Force more and more to sustain him in times of need. The extreme fast he had recently broken came to mind. He had used Control in the Force to sustain him to keep his physical hunger and thirst at bay. He had theorized that with the same control techniques he could for awhile go without sleep. Something he would try soon. Control was the key to the Force this much both Jedi and Sith agreed on though to different purposes. It was a stepping stone to greater power he had believed, the Jedi it was the beginning. For the sith to get control over one self was a stepping stone, once he had control over himself, then he could control another, then a group of others, then a species, and so on. He had learned that from the writings of Darth Plageuis.
When he had cooled down , he extended his sensory perceptions, he could perceive the energy fields that surrounded the clearing, the Force was in all things. He pushed his senses outward into the jungle beyond, as if searching for something. He kept searching, he could feel the wildlife, beasts that in his mind were not worthy of his skill. He was looking for a predator a beast to dominate, to slaughter. The wildlife he could feel in the jungle were either prey for the larger beasts or predators that were beneath his skill and therefore notice. He pressed his perceptions out even further into the jungle, the presence of life was stronger the deeper he stretched out his senses in the jungle. The jungle was teeming with life. One presence shone above all the rest, it was strong, not with the Force but with life. He pressed his senses into the beast he could sense, as he tried to identify it he started to move, he went back into the jungle, tracking this creature through the Force, as he delved deeper back into the jungle, he could sense the beast. Its presence in the Force outshone the rest of the life he could feel in the jungle. He was also now able to identify it as he got closer, it was a Kilknik, they were insects that were non sentient but carnivorous, and very dangerous, they often worked as a hive under a single Queen. If they were nearby he would need to be careful.
He pressed deeper into the jungle, using its presence as a homing beacon. He came to their location it was below him. He could see one warrior class from the looks of their markings on the shell. He also at the distance could see a large what looked like an ant hill. Which meant he could be in a lot of trouble if he was not careful. He called on the Force and he could feel the Dark side give its approval. This was his trial. This was where he would test everything he learned. If he passed he could press into the deeper mysteries of the Force.
He unclipped his lightsaber, looked around his surroundings, there were a lot of loose rocks, along with trees and bushes. He rose from his crotched position and through the Force he perceived the energy field surrounding a large rock.It was slightly bigger than a Hutt. It would be perfect he thought to himself. He wrapped his perceptions around this rock, manipulating the energy field to bend to his will, he willed it to rise. Slowly the large rock rose off the ground as if it was being lifted by invisible hands. He then turned his perceptions to the large ant hill and willed the rock to collide with it. The rock hit the large ant hill with considerable force, and to the sith warrior’s pleasure the large ant hill collapsed in on itself. It immediately drew the attention of the Kilknik warrior that was a short distance away.
He leapt at the insect (Force Jump) he landed just feet in front of it, he activated his lightsaber. It was in front of him but it circled him and grabbed him with both its large pincer claws, at considerable speed causing him to drop his lightsaber. The blade powered off and the hilt rolled away a short distance. The claws were closing in on the sith warrior he could feel pain shoot through his body as the beast was trying to break him in half. He was almost sure he had a broken rib along with cuts from the pincer claws. He called on the dark side, feeding it his anger and pain, the dark side would set him free. “The Force shall free me”
He made eye contact with one of the pincher claws, his right hand was free. Pouring his anger he pushed his hand outward to the claw arm and as he pushed with his hand he pushed hard with the Force *Force Charged Strike* nothing happened. He grimaced as new pain shot through him, He offered the dark side his pain. In turn it gave him power, it made him able to focus better. *Feed on Darkside* He gritted his teeth as he tried again, this time something happened. The Klitnik cried in pain as if it had broken a bone. It was enough for it to release Warvanus from its grasp. He fell to the ground with a thud. He was on all fours grasping for breath. His body was injured, he was tired, the heat and humidity was oppressive on him. He scanned his surroundings for his lightsaber, but the Klitnik who had grabbed him was on him again. He could feel it through the Force, he located its neck, he could see the energy field, he stretched his hand out and with those invisible hands he willed it to squeeze its throat. *Force Choke* The Klitnik stopped in its tracks as it was approaching it started to twitch, as Warvanus saw it twitching he slowly began to close his open hand into a fist, as he did so the pressure on the choke increased causing the insect to twitch more as it gasped for precious air. As he choked the life out of it, with his other hand he willed his lightsaber back into his hand. Having no problem finding it in the Force. It flew back to his hand.*Telekinesis* He activated the blade and approached the Klitnik who was now beginning its death throes of being choked to death. Warvanus released the Force Choke. It had no time to regroup as right as the hold was released the Sith was on it and with a skillful strike, he liberated the insect of its head. It slumped to the ground. The Klitnik was dead. Upon reflection it was the first time that Warvanus was able to use Telekinesis and Force Choke at the same time. He was also at his physical limits in this fight. He tried to push the pain away.
Had he passed this trial he wondered to himself, he was victorious but it had done a number on him, mentally he was exhausted in trying to keep his pain at bay and still be able to effectively use the Force, and physically was pushed beyond his known limits because of the injuries he sustained during the fight. In the end He did not give up and had performed a feat of using two concentration intensive powers at the same time with success. He surmised he was successful because he did not think, he acted. If he had that mental barrier would have made the feat go differently. He knew if he did not get out of there he would possibly not survive the encounter as fighting one Klitnik had done a number on him, pushed him beyond his preferred limits. He had learned that even not at one hundred percent that he was still formidable as he did not allow his injuries to defeat him. He had been injured before this was different, as it was extensive, not even when he crashed and was found by Tormentous. That was minor compared to the wounds he sustained.
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