Fury lit the eyes of the Dark Lord as Aliclair began to simply give in to the darkness. Beyond mere irritation Silas was incensed by the crossbreed’s meekness. “Certainly your former teachers spoke of more than the dichotomy of Force? Or at the least your fearful masters surely decried the dangers of the Dark Side and its ever-tightening grip.” Slowly withdrawing the choking aura that had been uncharacteristically been allowed beyond his flesh, the Sovereign all but demanded Aliclair’s focus as he spoke.
“If all you wish for yourself is to be a tool for a foreign entity by all means give in. Of course should you elect such a cowardly path not only will your progression end here and your place amidst the Sith will amount to that of a thrall!” Taking a moment to compose his self Silas began again, “The Force is not an ally, it’s not the comfort and guiding light the Jedi would have you believe. It is a sentience that allows symbiotic unions with all that can detect its presence. The 'Dark Side' exists only as far as one of two extremes of power garnered through that same sentience. The corruption the Dark Side inflicts is mirrored through the servants of the Light. Their minds are as equally disrupted in their beliefs, adamant in a uniformly held truth. The fact is that the Force is a single existence and the only disparity it produces is in the expression of its power and the Sects that have risen extolling the virtues of the two extremes.”
The setup for the foundation upon which Aliclair may harness the very miasma that threatened their existence was nearly set. Unknown to the crossbreed were the heavy influences all but penned by the Lord of Betrayal. The long hours of discussions with the specter had altered Silas’s own perceptions leaning greatly into his own introduction to the Force.
“Former Jedi turned Sith, those that failed to remain adhered to the light oft reach a ceiling that cannot be overcome as their training and progression become stunted by the sudden increase initially acquired. For you to shake loose your chains, to open your eyes to the depth of study beyond a single view of the unseen, you may not allow the darkness to claim your flesh. Instead, as we begin anew, reach out and grasp hold over the dark and bend it before your will. Dominate this power and break it upon the fortitude of your mind. Rather than drowning in its influence rent the very fabric of its construction and forge it into a weapon of your own choosing!”
Once more the Dark Lord released the immense energies that he had called forth to overwhelm Aliclair. This time however, Silas would not recall the darkness it would be left to the crossbred as their fate now hung in the balance.
The First Steps
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Aliclair Austjor
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Ali sat on the ground as her gaze seemed to glare in frustration with her new “master” before her. She didn’t understand this and he certainly didn’t make it easy to figure out. But if the hybrid wished to stay out of chains, this is what had to be done… there was no way around it now, even if she wanted to run, she couldn’t without running the risk of being struck down. She gave her wrist one more rub before attempting to do this correctly.
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Gathering the Force from around her to mix it with Silas’ inky energy, and she let them combine into a more ghastly smog she hadn’t hoped to ever consume but, it was what had to be done. Looking at her limbs which were stained with Silas’ dark energy, she could see the flow of the Force and, what looked to be, the darkness. Furrowing her brows, she inhaled then exhaled. Shifting her body as the stained liquefaction of the darkened Force circled around, she got herself in a proper position, spine straightened and her hands on her knees as she crossed her legs and eyes shut for maximum concentration, she prepared herself.
[add 1 sentences] As Ali began to absorb the remnant of shadows, pain began to build and she stopped a moment before proceeding, and looking around her “force field”, it began to warp. That was the wrong way to do it. The Darkness did not agree with the way Aliclair decided to just absorb it. With a small growl rumbling her throat, she gripped her fists and knitted her brows as she attempted to once again absorb this energy before it decided to kill her first. The Darkness within was inky, shadowy and Ali’s waves of Force didn’t agree but in order to survive, this is what had to be done. The opposing energies began to twine and mix, like a whirlpool, begrudgingly but accepting and having to focus all of her negative energy toward this so it didn’t jab into her body like spears.
It hurt, but not as much as before. The mixture of darkness and the Force within her, along with the internal conflict of doing good and justice, she had to let go of that and use the fear of losing those close to her to appease this power so it worked with her instead of against. The fear of abandonment, the fear of losing Ben… or even the fear of losing Ben due to her acceptance of the Darkside. It was the trick she needed, and moving from her arms to her heart, she felt her senses amplify. To be over-shrouded with darkness without drowning in it still rubbed the hybrid the wrong way but, she felt like the predator she needed to be in order to survive.
Aliclair opened her eyes, her opalescent eyes shifted into a hellebore copper-orange, an indicator of her being tapped and using the Force, then got to her feet. Letting out an exasperated and shaky sigh before using Life Sense. This caused her dome to expand much further than what she could manage on her own, sensing every life, soul, within and outside the building. Like a school of fish, and other aquatic life, she could see them “swimming” around her field. The beats of their heart, their breath and the steps they’re taking. This was a feeling she didn’t enjoy having but her senses seemed to enjoy it, her primal instinct. Now, she had to shut off. She extended her hands then withdrew them into a fist, and retracting her dome back into herself like a sponge with water, she exhaled then stumbled abit.
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Shaking her head, she looked up at Silas. “Was that better?” Ali asked with a quirked eyebrow. Her limbs were still stained, which she didn’t like but she couldn’t control how the Darkside shifted her body.
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It was obvious that inexperience had led Aliclair to some manner of Dark Side degradation at such an early stage. The Dark Lord was undaunted by such a minor detail as he could sense the half breed was now ready for utilizing the earlier teachings to finally produce real results.
"Now my young disciple, I have the perfect technique for you to master. Through the culmination of your efforts just now the capacity to mend wounds through the power of darkness is within your grasp. With your unique biology you may be able to take the art beyond even what I've been capable."
A wry grin coursed across the Sovereign's face as he spoke. "Of course this will require an incredible level of endurance to pain on your behalf as the best way to learn the ability is first hand. We can start small but to truly rely on the ability when you leave this academy it would be best to sustain a serious injury and reverse it with the Repair art."
Though it seemed as if Silas was granting Aliclair a choice, the Sith Lord snapped forward and unsheathed his sword with blinding speed. Arcing a slash immediately in front of him, Silas traced a surface wound down the length of Aliclair's left hand. Trace amounts of blood began to very slowly seep upward as the Sovereign sheathed the Irus’s Mirtis.
"Now my young disciple, I have the perfect technique for you to master. Through the culmination of your efforts just now the capacity to mend wounds through the power of darkness is within your grasp. With your unique biology you may be able to take the art beyond even what I've been capable."
A wry grin coursed across the Sovereign's face as he spoke. "Of course this will require an incredible level of endurance to pain on your behalf as the best way to learn the ability is first hand. We can start small but to truly rely on the ability when you leave this academy it would be best to sustain a serious injury and reverse it with the Repair art."
Though it seemed as if Silas was granting Aliclair a choice, the Sith Lord snapped forward and unsheathed his sword with blinding speed. Arcing a slash immediately in front of him, Silas traced a surface wound down the length of Aliclair's left hand. Trace amounts of blood began to very slowly seep upward as the Sovereign sheathed the Irus’s Mirtis.
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Aliclair sat in silence, as there was silence between the two. It was unsettling to say the least but then finally, he spoke. Her opalescent eyes squinted as he mentioned an “art”, and him gripping onto his sword hilt caused pure panic throughout the hybrid’s body. Out of instinct, she flinched and raised a defensive hand. Unfortunately, it caught the casualties and Ali let out a cussed snarl in her native tongue. Giving a pained glare toward Silas, it shifted back down to her gashed hand. She would need to tap into the Force to fix it. Sighing shakily, she wobbled unsteadily before deciding to sit on the ground once again with her ears slicked back. "There has to be better ways to teach me these things than causing me physical pain! I've gone through that enough." Aliclair retorted, taking a small moment to place a coat of saliva over her newly made wound.
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A frustrated groan bellowed out from the Dark Lord as he witness the display of ignorance. "Honestly the wound may simply not suffice but as you have never attempted the technique we are starting simple." Glaring at the crossbreed the Sovereign continued, "The greatest difficulty of learning to mend wounds through the Dark Side of the Force is the constant and quite distracting pain that you'll endure while doing so. You are still new to drawing strength from the darkness and likely lack the capacity to grow stronger through pain and injury yet. Sharpening your skills through the potency gained from fueling yourself with the very agony your opponents would seek to incapacitate you with."
Silas then reached out his own left hand and with the fine edge of the Irus’s Mirtis slit his wrist. Indignation lit the normally cold eyes of the Sovereign, a fury few had bore witness to. Aliclair was still not far along enough in their training to notice the inner workings of the Force, regardless the Dark Lord slowly and deliberately began to display the workings of the ability he sought to pass down. Fueling the core of his being with the rage of the audacity of his own discomfort Silas drew upon the limitless currents of the Force and as if to revel in his own agony began to torturously slowly channel its supernatural energies from that center toward his injured arm.
If the crossbreed could see beyond the realm of the mundane, should they be sufficiently skilled in sensing life energies, or even proficient at the mechanics of detecting the presence of an adept, then Aliclair would be able to follow the flow of the Force within Silas as he took no care in refining its movement such that it was as apparent as possible. As the current of the Force magnified within the Sovereign's wounded arm Silas amplified its energies through the filter of the surge of emotion and inherent darkness of his being. Drawing out the Dark Side through the current and harnessing its might, crimson sparks began to leap in small charges from the fingertips of his left hand.
Angling his fingers back toward his chest Silas took a moment to speak. "You must remember that your concentration will determine both the success and magnitude of the effect of this technique." Vibrant fiery sparks soon leapt from his curled fingertips and tore into the Dark Lord's open wound with a sickening echo of burning flesh. Undaunted Silas continued, "Regardless of the refinement of this art you must bear in mind this will not serve as a permanent solution for sustained injuries. Without other abilities or proper medical attention the repair will fail and your wounds will reopen in worse condition than before your efforts."
The light of Silas's fury slowly ebbed back into the cold icy stare he typically maintained as his self inflicted wound cauterized and the sparks that leapt from his fingers receded. Dropping his left arm the Sovereign stared down Aliclair once more. "Remember, this art is not achievable without the magnification of the Force's potency through the Dark Side. Additionally, without the right mindset it will be impossible to maintain focus while inflicting additional pain to yourself. Now, pick yourself up and call the Force, draw upon the darkness, and concentrate its potency, brake it before your will and grant form to your desires."
Silas then reached out his own left hand and with the fine edge of the Irus’s Mirtis slit his wrist. Indignation lit the normally cold eyes of the Sovereign, a fury few had bore witness to. Aliclair was still not far along enough in their training to notice the inner workings of the Force, regardless the Dark Lord slowly and deliberately began to display the workings of the ability he sought to pass down. Fueling the core of his being with the rage of the audacity of his own discomfort Silas drew upon the limitless currents of the Force and as if to revel in his own agony began to torturously slowly channel its supernatural energies from that center toward his injured arm.
If the crossbreed could see beyond the realm of the mundane, should they be sufficiently skilled in sensing life energies, or even proficient at the mechanics of detecting the presence of an adept, then Aliclair would be able to follow the flow of the Force within Silas as he took no care in refining its movement such that it was as apparent as possible. As the current of the Force magnified within the Sovereign's wounded arm Silas amplified its energies through the filter of the surge of emotion and inherent darkness of his being. Drawing out the Dark Side through the current and harnessing its might, crimson sparks began to leap in small charges from the fingertips of his left hand.
Angling his fingers back toward his chest Silas took a moment to speak. "You must remember that your concentration will determine both the success and magnitude of the effect of this technique." Vibrant fiery sparks soon leapt from his curled fingertips and tore into the Dark Lord's open wound with a sickening echo of burning flesh. Undaunted Silas continued, "Regardless of the refinement of this art you must bear in mind this will not serve as a permanent solution for sustained injuries. Without other abilities or proper medical attention the repair will fail and your wounds will reopen in worse condition than before your efforts."
The light of Silas's fury slowly ebbed back into the cold icy stare he typically maintained as his self inflicted wound cauterized and the sparks that leapt from his fingers receded. Dropping his left arm the Sovereign stared down Aliclair once more. "Remember, this art is not achievable without the magnification of the Force's potency through the Dark Side. Additionally, without the right mindset it will be impossible to maintain focus while inflicting additional pain to yourself. Now, pick yourself up and call the Force, draw upon the darkness, and concentrate its potency, brake it before your will and grant form to your desires."