The Hunt for Power (Character Development/Force training)

[Kroxata Akhoi]

~~~Force Power: Force Charged Strike
~~~Required Words: 700
~~~Words: 875

~Begin

As the Zabrak slowly crawled away, it gave him a brief moment to think of a solution to this problem, whatever he could do physically was futile, only resulting in tiring himself out rather than doing any effect whatsoever, thinking of alternatives to a possible way to defeat that that does not walk along the plain of the living seemed impossible. Until he realised of an identity that stood between the living and the dead, one that held many secrets to its existence, using its all-seeing power to grant those worthy enough to be deemed gods among men. Baring two sides, one that gave power whilst the other granted spiritual resolve, the Force. The only explanation for a being to co-exist as a spirit would be a secret it learned from the thick void of energies, one that could allow his consciousness to remain intact whilst his body is deceased.

Rising to his feet he could feel a massive cluster of energies forming into a single area but what were they, and what was it purpose? Upon standing to his fee the spirit simply laid a hand on the Zabrak’s chest and within a second, the cluster of particulars thrusted forward sending him flying away. Then clusters disperses but he does not fall not this time, he looked upon the lingering shade feeling through the Force once more to discover something of great interest. The energies he conjured focused to a single point of his body, his hand, and then to the other hand, this concentration of the Force bolstered his own strength, seemingly imploding upon releasing it as his command.

It seemed all too simple now, why not use the spirit's own weapon against him, by using the Force. As he stepped away he began slowly building up the Force within his arm, the intensity causing it to shake uncontrollably the particles quickly dispersing for Kroxata’s control was not strong enough, once again he tries struggling together the combustions of Force energy in his state, as the sprit figure hovered towards him Kroxata lashed out with a semi charged Force burst, causing the spectral to lose concentration to manifest its physical being, a surprised look came to his face. Kroxata once again began slowly charging his hand with the Force, however upon his eagerness and arrogance, he dispersed too early causing his strike to hit himself in an attempt to forge a quick burst. The spectral increasing its aggression, throwing him continuously on the ground creating a small crater below, although Kroxata knew how to defeat his adversary, he needed to be much quicker at charging his energies with far more focus. Once again begins channelling, attempting to draw the Force particles to concentrate in his hands, letting his use of Telekinesis and Control over the Force confine it to a single point in his body, as he feels the spirit approach him he strikes out thinking he had enough energy, expecting his opponent to feel the wrath of Kroxata. His fist connects with the spirit, but the impact was so great that he sent himself flying across the hall, sitting up in rage he sees that his attack did little to nothing leaving the spirit to mock his ability, in rage he charges forward striking with what little energies he could, unlike before the spirit seemed hurt to an extent but the significance of the strikes were nowhere near enough to seharm him, until the identity spotted a rage in the Sith’s eyes and as he roared in anger a massive pulse of energy came shooting from his fist causing the ancient Sith to be forced back, at last Kroxata could see the fear in his eyes.

Through the Force he could not channel a charged strike of Force energy, but with the Dark Side, his power grew immensely, the composition of rage and anger made for a perfect host to the all-seeing power of the Dark Side, seeping into his anger, his rage to such a disregard to honour and dignity, the Sith Lord fed off the Dark Side around him, fuelling his powers, and in an instant he dashed forward once again instantly dealing a massive burst of Force energy to his enemy, the being disappeared for a brief moment before returning itself back to the physical world only to be met by another burst of Force energy, permanently removing the physique of his enemy, now seeing before him a disfigured man. As he begged for mercy, clearly fearing the idea of death, the Sith Lord had none to give, he clenches both of his hands concentrating all the Dark Side energies to be combined at his hands, his arms seemingly covered in such Force energies that they could be physically seen flowing down to his hand. This would without a doubt end the being's life, but the struggle to contain such a blast was evident, sweat poured down the Zabrak’s face, the ground around him began to shake as he finally unleashed everything into a single blast manifesting from the impact of his fists to the weakened dying man, the magnitude of kinetic energy pushed Kroxata to the ground, exhausted to the energies required of him, falling once again unconscious.

~End

[Kroxata Akhoi]

He awakes, although not by his own doing, massive surges of Dark side essence’s flooded past the Dathomiri Hammer molding themselves together creating a huge cluster of the Dark Side, the voices of thousands of souls erupted Kroxata’s ears, his connection with the Force for once acting as a weakness, his body felt weak and his mind could not comprehend the sheer magnitude of this massive twisting vortex of the Dark Side, until finally, a monstrous abomination appeared. A combination of the many souls trapped within the tomb, many of those that had failed the trails whilst others were simple slaves that built the tomb itself, crying out for release but their demands fell upon deaf ears.
~~~~Alteration level 3

~~~~Required Words: 1000
~~~~Words: 1114

The abomination did not let out any words or gestures, it stood in the way of the Dathomiri Hammer and suddenly, one of the many souls darted from the cluster directly towards Kroxata. Without a second thought, using his enhancement in speed to dash out the way, he watches as the soul once again returns to the main body, this -thing- was not one being which means it can be taken apart piece by piece.

The massive cluster of the Dark Side not only gave way for the hideous being to form into the real world, but it also drastically increased the Zabrak’s own aura, he could feel the immense amount of submissive particles that bended to his will. Another of the lone essences shoot forward to the Dathomiri Hammer, being easily avoidable but as he finally stands still, he darts out his hand in a claw motion, a massive thump struck the air catching, the small spirit attempts to free himself with little success, he could feel his own essence pour into the weak soul, imbedding in any pocket it can find slowly tearing the particles apart and adding it to their own until finally, he clenches his fist, the telepathic stream closes tightly before expanding in a quick burst splitting apart the soul’s particles that evaporate into nothing in the air. His aura grew strong, he could feel the struggling failing spirit slowly silence forever, transferring into nothing more than fuel to the Nightbrother’s own power. But before he could continue on with his newly found weakness, another spirit latches onto him, forcing its way into the Sith by morphing into its body and draining its aura to be weak enough. As if his own soul was being ripped apart Kroxata roared in rage bring both his hands together infused with a small cluster of the Force clapping them together, creating a small pulsewave that separated the two, the particles dispersed from the new broken spirit but this time Kroxata immediately acted upon this opportunity, seemingly pulling the air towards him sucking away the essence before it could reform.

Kroxata believed this to be a simple breeze until a massive shockwave of the Dark Side disrupted his own aura, the spirits awoke once again inside the very being of Kroxata. Seeking freedom from their tyrannical master they pull force their way out of the Sith Lord’s aura, the sensation was that off someone physically tugging away at your innards trying to escape from the inside out, but Kroxata would not falter, he had come too far to just fail, he will not be denied the glory he has foreseen. Forcing the Sith to all fours he tightly scratched across the cold rock surface with his clawed hands, until finally the rage inside him had sent him into his most dangerous state, the flower of the Force raced around him like starfighters, flying at such speeds that the small rocks on the grounds began to lift from the ground and levitate around him until finally, the Zabrak let out a mighty roar. His own aura seemingly copied his burst, pulsating away from him at such an intense strength, the spirits around him dispersed upon contact.

Two new spirits darted towards him to once again beat down the Zabrak, he could feel their pleads for death, and he shall not disappoint. He holds out his arms watching as they suddenly come to a halt, a small energy bubble blocking their entry, though they still desperately tried to break through. He eventually turns his hands so that the palms faced the ceiling, the Force began to prowl around him, clustering as did that of the abomination of the Dark Side, reaching a point where a physical swirl in the air was conjured, he reaches out to the spirits, grabbing ahold of their chest slowly infesting the unstable energies with his own, dominating anything that would resist his power. After a long struggle the spiritual forms before him began to fade, tearing his hand away from their chests, he rips the spirits into nothing but tiny particles of the Force, with no power to form anything, only fuel to a hungering Sith Lord.

Now the Conquer set his sights on the grand prize and, giant gleaming source of raw power but he could not take it all at once. That did not stop him from trying, he reached out to the Force using it to try and take and disperse each and every spirit, but the sheer size of the creature did nothing but halt its advance, letting out a thousand shrieks with the Dark powers of Kroxata attempting to rip apart every molecule inside but this only caused another pulsewave to erupt from the abomination. As he tried to hold each and every soul, he realised something, his hands could feel the pull and struggle the many individual spirits all trying their own way to free themselves from the virus that was Kroxata’s pull. Then it hit him, this creature was not one being, dozens of other spirits all clustered together, still keeping their own aura, a creature like this could not be taken with one simple pull, it had to be taken apart piece by piece.

And thus he did, slowly he tore apart each soul, one requiring more effort, draining more from the Sith than the last. However he reached point where only four remained, the core of this formation did not allow his slaves to fall to such a petty way. Placing Its own aura to surround all the remaining force auras preventing kroxata from simply taking them with him. Kroxata now had to control all four, a feat he was not prepared to do in his condition, but he could not give up now. He holds out both of his arms, the Force slithering away from him trying to penetrate through the giant shield the core placed upon the surrounding spirits. The energies shot out like a stream, circling around the remaining spirits clamping into it, making the shield slowly shrink in size but it could not break it, the strain of such power caused the Sith’s arms to tense, the pressure of holding such an object crushing the muscles that worked to manifest the action of the Force, his mind throbbed with pulses of pain and lightheadedness tearing the strings inside the flesh but with the constant pressure applied, the core could not hold the shield any longer, breaking apart like glass shattering, Kroxata’s energies pierced through the core tearing the particles apart with little to spare, the path laid open, the end of Kroxata’s journey had come at last.