To Touch The Intangible (Force Training)

[Yarkar Edetar]

Yarkar awakes in his ship, wrenching himself until he is sitting upright with his legs hanging over the side of the bed. He glares across the room at the mirror placed upon the wall, seeing himself shaded in the dark room, outlined in the thin streak of light entering the room. Light, what a funny thing. It bounced off every wall in the room, getting dimmer as it travels, gradually, but dimmer. It could never truly be kept out of somewhere, only the tightest of seals can prevent it crawling into where you don't want it.

But something intrigued him about this light. As he stands, he does not grab his lightsaber out of the holder at his bed, but rather takes off his cloak, placing it at the bottom of the door to seal out as much of the light as possible as he tries something he never really had before.

[Start Power App: Create Light]

Yarkar drank from the Force, pulling it towards himself with Alter Flow. A dim, creeping rage returned to him. Spite and rage swelled in him, but it was not very strong right now. He cleared his mind, sealing only the slightest amount of energy within him as he pressed upon the Force, using his rage to grab and twist at it as for once he tried not only pulling power in, but pushing it out. He gripped the Force and compressed it in his hands, finally opening his mind to his twisted anger again.

His anger was not targeted, it was merely seething afterthoughts. Vague emotions being pulled from within, given for a purpose that never came to pass and was lost to time. He pulled upon this well of emotions not felt, pushing them out of their grotesque caves within his mind into the light of day.

Light, that was what he was making. He kept putting more and more energy in his hands, and yet while he could feel it in the Force he couldn't sense it with his own self. What use was the Force if it was only the Force? His anger finally found its target, overflowing his mind as he got angry at the universe for not bending to his will. He squeezed his hands together, like he was physically gripping the Force itself, as if physical force could help him bend the metaphysical to his will. His eyes glared at his hands, focusing on a small point within as he let out a primal hatred into the world. He then felt something, it was like one was gripping a glass and felt it crack but not shatter. He started to focus again, his rage coming into satisfaction before he exerts his will in one final push, and feels the metaphorical glass shatter. Instead of shards coating his hands and blood dripping from within his palm, he instead released them from one another as a small ball of light had formed where it once was, filling the room with a dim glow as Yarkar looked at his creation with a dark gleam in his eye.

The world and the Force had just become one for him, the Force had meaning beyond its own mastery. After all, what use is power if you cannot make others fear what it could accomplish?

[End Power App: Light]

[Yarkar Edetar]

Yarkar gazed into the window of himself. The accomplishments he had made in the Force made him once again feel worthy of his allegiance to the Sith. He had finally breeched the walls of the tangible and had managed to change the world around him. He could finally bring the Force to life, and as he sat in his training room upon his ship, he felt a need to display his newfound power. A need to prove to the world that he was constantly growing, and everything he learned was a step towards further power.

[Begin Level 5 Application]
Yarkar reached out to the Force itself, a latent anger filling him, but it was not enough for this display. Certainly, he would need more than a casual connection to the Force to bring forth the display he felt he needed. He dredged up old memories left simmering in his head. That Jedi and how accepting he was even after besting Yarkar. His parents come to mind, alongside his rivalry with Kress. Every memory was a burning fury in his head, each stoking the fire as they all combined into an inferno that swelled within his mind.

Calling upon this power, he pulls it into himself with a deep breath, altering the flow of the Force around him as his anger calls to the Force. He feels the Force like a blanket over the room as his rage molded it to his will, forcing it to distort to accommodate his rage. However, he does not stop there, commanding the Force in the room to buckle and kneel in the face of his anger, impressing his will upon its connecting fabric. He could feel it pool and stretch around him as power flowed inwards as he breathed steadily, controlling himself and trying not to push himself beyond the boundary just yet. He wanted to try something.

He pushed the Force around, trying to conquer the rising tides of it as his anger came to a peak, spreading his focus around the room, trying to compress the Force within each point of focus. He felt the Force push back, fighting him with his every movement as he grimaces, his anger clouding his mind at the same time as fueling his power. His mind had to struggle between two states of mind in direct opposition with each other. He had to focus, but he had to also spend some of that holding back the surging tide of rage that threatened to merely drown him within the Dark Side’s strength that he wielded; such a display would leave him with nothing to show for it other than being merely overwhelmed by bringing in more than he could handle. He attempts to compress the Force in these areas, to Create Light and show off what he could do. Yet the more that he pushed against the Force, the more it pushed back. He felt his personal reserve of energy drain as he does, something he had never noticed before. It felt like it was draining him at a level beyond the physical. He released the Force and felt it snap back into place without his influence upon it, his breathing staggered as he recovered from the ordeal. Perhaps that was something that he questioned was possible, but he knew of one thing that could be done at least.

He focuses himself, letting the rage trickle into him like a stream rather than a flood this time. This rage was not particularly tied to a memory per se, but more at a present sense of failure. He focused his energy into himself, letting it flow throughout his body at will as he got used to the flow of the Force within his body. He felt it move throughout him as he bound it within him. He felt that exhaustion from before slowly fade, leaving him only with a vague tiredness. His heartbeat sped up as he began to get ready for his display his power, of what he had done. This was as much to prove it to himself as it was to try and break through a barrier in his experience with the Force. He begins to focus his power on his hands, pressing upon the Force as he commands it to kneel. With every buckling of the Force, he could see more light appear as he tried to grow it into a large sphere of light. The room was basked in a dim glow from the growing light as he imposed his will further, demanding the Force listen to him as he took great pride once again in breaking past the veil of the material. The light eventually erupted, filling the large room, as a regular light would. While not impressive in its exact display, simply the fact that it was his power that created it is what made the ability impressive to him. It did not last long, and soon he found himself sitting on the floor, his breath heavy but calm as his mind returned to true, the anger leeching out of him and returning to the depths of his mind where he keeps his bottled emotions.
[End Level 5 Application]

The display of power was simply worth the toll at this point. It was almost as if him and the Force were starting a petty rivalry. He would push forwards and it would push back until he was able to finally overcome it. It seemed like it never took something away after he had broken the barrier, but the breaking of the barrier was the difficult part. His foe could not steal the ground he took, but he wondered if brute force could only get him so far. Perhaps he would need to stretch beyond what could be taught and start to forge a path beyond. Of course, that would be a problem for the future, but it weighed on his mind that anger may not be enough one day.

[Yarkar Edetar]

A few days later, Yarkar stood up from his bed, grabbing his saber from a stand next to it as he gripped it. He felt an urge to train with it, going to the room with his training droid and turning it on, seeing it make the familiar moves that Tormentous had taught him as he dropped into a deep focus. However, despite this, it just felt empty. Every move it made was predictable by the last, more so than a typical opponent. He felt stagnant as he merely went through the motions. It was a good warm-up, but surely not what he had experienced when he had fought that Jedi all that time ago. It felt like it was yesterday as well as ages in the past, but there was something about all of it that made it quite simply worthwhile.

He had a slight memory of the Sith speaking of arenas upon the moon Yavin IV. Suddenly he felt a surge of inspiration, finishing the training set and letting the droid begin its shutdown routine, returning to its place. He smiles, but there was not an innocence within it. He had a curiosity, and it was about to be tested. He marches towards the helm, commanding the pilot droid to chart a course to Yavin IV and to not bother him while he meditated. He wanted to think about what he was about to do, after all, it was not something that he could particularly do on a whim, and he did not have a subject willing to test it with him. He thought back to every time he had been in combat, there was something that he had noticed. It was not present when he fought Buggie, but mercenaries? Much less regimented to hold back said emotions. He remembered something filling him as he was pinned to a wall by a vibroblade in his hand. His eyes glazed over as he remembered something came to him during that. Something distinctly not from him, and he thought about where it came from now with his enhanced understanding of the Force. He thought that, theoretically, since the Force was in everything, he could reasonably pull upon the Force that was within something as well. Surely, he could not take all of it, but there must be a way to connect with the Force in such a way. This thought brought him a bit of morbid glee, it had been so long since he had gone toe to toe with an actual person, it was something that he was more than ready to practice again.

He landed upon Yavin IV, cloak over his head as he sought out an arena to compete in. The Sith Temples radiated here, it was like the Force was a completely different beast to tame on this moon, a raging tide to be buffeted rather than a beast to be quelled. It was almost soothing to feel the Force press back against him, he could feel his saber hum in his hand at the thought of its use. Sure, it would not spill blood this day, but it would be worthwhile practice. He made his way, dwelling upon what he should do as he made his way through the jungle of the moon. As he reached the summit of the temple and entered, he could feel a bloodlust enter him. It was time for a challenge, not only against his opponent, but the Force itself. He could no longer test this in isolation, after all, when forced to use his strength he would not have time to battle with a mind that could not be quelled. He signed on to duel another acolyte. He faced the other down as the duel began with the soft hum of igniting blood-red blades and a stare between the two breaking as they rushed each other.

Almost instantly the two charged at each other. Yarkar took great heed to what he had previously learned from Tormentous, making sure to keep his form steady as he reached out to the Force. It was shaky, trying to keep his grounding in both states of mind. He had to keep his eyes on both the blade and his concentration on the Force, and he was doing neither well. He dredged into old memories, anger filling him as he went on the offensive, only for each move to be deftly countered. With each failed strike he felt his connection grow deeper until he finally felt his mind snap in, almost subconsciously burning with the rage of his connection to the Force.

[Begin Power App: Feed on Darkside]
Yarkar pushed towards his opponent while he tried to pull himself into the state of mind that he had been all that time ago. Memories of being pinned to the wall came to him as he altered the flow of the Force towards him, pulling more and more energy towards himself. However, it was like nothing came from the direction of his opponent. He locked eyes with the acolyte, seeing only grim determination behind them as opposed to the barely contained fury behind his own. He remembered that Tormentous had taught him about what the Dark Side really was: fury, fear, grief, the emotions that were shied away from were the emotions that strengthened the Sith. This acolyte was holding them back, focusing on his blade before the Force. He felt almost that he would have to break that focus if he were to sap from what he wished.

He went on the offensive again, this time not looking for actual purchase, but to make a display of power. He clashed sabers with the acolyte, refusing to break off the clash like he should be doing tire his opponent out; instead, he tries to leverage his body weight into pushing the two blades closer to the acolyte. For his arrogance he received a quick kick to the shin as he was forced to stagger back into a defensive position. He felt his focus on the Force falter, but not break, as he was forced to defend against an onslaught. Each strike blocked, however, Yarkar felt was a small victory. He could see the brow of the acolyte furrow and the strikes gain more and more flourish as he tried to catch Yarkar off guard.

Yarkar, however, was using his anger to a different means. While he still definitely had to pay attention to not getting cornered, the blocks were standard. Neither of them were particularly masters of the saber, they were both going through the motions in a dance of a sort, waiting for the other to slip up. However, Yarkar reached out to the Force again, trying to pull it towards him as he did prior. He once again felt like it just was not coming free of where the other Sith held onto it. His own rage spiked, he knew that he could do this, it was not worthwhile to win if he could not! Victory over an opponent was secondary to advancement with his relation to the Force.

Finally, he felt like he could almost see it. He watched the Sith furrow his brow in anger as the duel continued, and Yarkar was about to abuse it to his advantage. He focused on that rage within the Sith as he went in for yet another prolonged clash. He pulled on the Force, trying to sap the energy of that rage out of the Sith. He felt that power surge within the acolyte as the Sith grew tired of this game, trying to break the clash and failing to do so as Yarkar deftly blocks the kick with the sole of his boot. He tries to reach further into the Force, grasping at what lies within his opponent. He is merely skimming the fat of such power as the clash is broken, taking a small inkling of power from his anger. He wasn’t about to call that success.

Each inkling of power that he drew from his foe only deepened how close he felt to the Force. He felt like they were a binary pair of stars, and he was winning the war of sapping out the mass of the smaller, weaker star. Each clash of blades made his opponent angrier, and Yarkar skimmed more and more power from that. Finally, he felt he needed to show the end of his passive motions as much as he dodged a blow instead of blocking it, his opponent just nearly getting caught off guard as Yarkar moved to the offensive for what would hopefully be the final stage of this duel. He struck with ferocity, and he could feel something even deeper forming within the Sith. He could see the inkling of fear in his opponent’s eyes. It was likely a fear of disappointing someone more than of Yarkar himself, after all, this was a duel, not a deathmatch. However, Yarkar did not care what the source was as he sought after the fear within, trying to sap some power from that emotion as much as the other. Yarkar landed blow after smashing blow against his opponent’s saber, but he was cracking a much deeper prize than the acolyte knew.

He pulled on the Force, pulling upon the power of that weakness forming within the Sith’s heart. He ripped it towards him as he felt his power grow in the process. He felt the Force within him flowing with each strike, it felt almost like every blow against his opponent’s saber poured more and more of the energy from the acolyte’s fear and anger into him. It felt like it actively nourished him as blow after blow landed before, finally, he disarms the acolyte. The Sith’s lightsaber falling out of his hands and clattering along the floor as Yarkar kicked the man to the ground and held his blade to the acolyte’s chest in victory. Yet, his victory was less over his opponent than it was the Force itself. He smiled, his victory was not the shallow one that his opponent was looking for, that was why he won, ambition.
[End Power App: Feed on Darkside]

[Yarkar Edetar]

As he left the arena, leaving his opponent to seethe in the background, another curiosity hits him. He had pulled upon some sort of internal power within that Sith, what if there was something more to their connection with the Force than that? What if he could sense the Force and how it laid around other people to see if they themselves cause an imprint upon what to his senses almost felt like a fabric?

[Start Power App: Sense Force User]
This curiosity led him to look to his senses, something almost passive. He needed not try to grapple with the Force, and in fact changing the flow around him would only make any patterns in how the Force acted around them. He breathed slowly, like a single breath would disturb the Force as he watched it. Nothing. He “saw” nothing. His senses merely picked up slight disturbances, but that could not really be attributed to anything, he always felt that in some respect, it was like small ripples of static within the Force itself. He had to focus though; it would not be easy to pinpoint someone within the Force if he was distracted by dwelling upon his senses in general.

He turned his attention to the crowd; they were Sith as well. They must have their own imprints within the Force, right? He turned his senses into a much tighter area, focusing merely on the Force in that direction as he felt something change, but not enough for him to be conclusive. He could sense the Force almost seems to have a seam between him and them, but he could not quite make out what that exactly meant. The more he focused, the more this almost seemed like it was him imagining it, it moved often enough that he could not truly pinpoint its direction after he first noticed it. He decided once again to attempt another method. He had to stay calm in his search, he needed his wits about him. Surely, there must be some way for him to notice someone within the Force if they themselves used it. He decided to try to turn the target of his attention to his former opponent, who was just getting up and dusting themselves off.

This turn of attention would bring him back to the source of his curiosity. His focus dived towards the man, and he once again noticed the small seam, more balanced between him and the man than him and the crowd. However, he once again could not exactly place what that meant. It was something to notice, yes, but he did not know what that would even mean. Why would the Force suddenly flow strangely between two people, what surely could cause that? He pondered more, continuing to hold his focus on the man as he noticed that the seam did indeed shift between them as the man moved. He was onto something, and he knew it, the question was what. His mind scoured for possibilities of the defining characteristics of someone within the Force as he realized he had the perfect test subject, himself.

He thought back to what he had learned first in the Force, how to sense, how to “see” the hidden fabric that connected all things and how it moved. To grip what you could not see was beyond foolish. However, it made him think about something. He never looked at the Force when he was not controlling the flow of it around him ever since he learned how. He had viewed the Force and watching its motion as simply a requirement, but as he was noticing, it was something all upon its own. It had power of its own to simply watch. He watched the Force around him, and then he had his epiphany. He had never noticed it before, as he never thought to look for it, but it was obvious in its answer. The Force flowed towards him, even when he was not controlling it, albeit not anywhere near what he did to it. He could sense it moving away at times as well, it was not like the black hole that he made himself when he demanded that the Force give him strength, but it was enough to be noticed. A shallow, permanent connection to something beyond himself. The seams made much more sense now, and how they seemed to almost shimmer and change. The flow of the Force itself was turbulent, and it was worth paying attention to in that respect. He smiled, once again turning his gaze to his former opponent, the man finally leaving the ring after having stretched out an ache.

The hateful glare he received in response was nothing in respect to what he noticed now. He paid attention not to what he did to the Force, but rather what the Force did in the area around him. He could feel it almost flow in between the two like a wire before breaking off and traveling beyond the short scope of his senses. The seam was there, and he could track its motion, how it became more or less faint over time as the man simply walked by. The Force itself almost seemed like it was encouraging this revelation, the motion between the two seeming to leap to and fro as if to catch his eye.
[End Power App: Sense Force User]

The Force truly was something on Yavin IV, his initial observation about the Force feeling more alive here was not entirely wrong. It was pleasant, but also terrifying. It was alive, and he felt something deeper when he looked upon it. Like it would almost try to teach him, if he would only listen to the quiet patterns in its implicit speech.

[Yarkar Edetar]

Yarkar left the temple behind, he simply felt he had accomplished what he came to Yavin IV for. However, his ship was still landed a decent walk through the jungle, as the canopy was simply too thick for him to land it near the temple itself. He did not mind that much; it was something to challenge his body beyond the Force. He did not believe that the Force would be the answer to all qualms. It was important to still remember that he was bound to his body. He still had to care for everything he already had and push it further if he was to ever bother with learning mastery over the Force. As he made his way through the thick vegetation, his mind began to wander to the world around him. It truly was a beautiful planet, even with the oppressive power he could feel from the Force here. It was almost as if that cruelty had let only the beautiful bloom and left all that was unworthy of the image the Force held to die.

He takes the time to climb a tree and admire the view. It was not often that he took in such moments, and it was nice to have a change of scenery from metal ship hull and stone temple walls. He took in a deep breath as he reached the tallest branches that could support his weight, resting upon the branch for a while as he caught his breath. There was an enthusiasm in him, but his pride was greater than that still. He had accomplished a lot so far, but it didn’t feel empty. Every step felt earned, he had put work into everything he had done. He smiles, content. It was nice to take a break from the anger and rage of the Force and relax. He drifted to sleep, calm for once.

In his dream he was blind, searching for something but unable to find it. The only thing he had was his senses in the Force. He felt an overwhelming sense of danger but knew not its direction. He heard skittering and yet could not see what was just beyond his false vision. A disturbance in the Force filled his mind as it would further warp his perception of it. He reached for his saber but couldn’t find it. His heart raced as he tried to get a grasp of his surroundings but felt no walls. He tried to feel for the floor but the only thing he could find was what was below his feet. Then, suddenly, he senses a Force user. He feels an incredible tug in the Force, so much so that he couldn’t even pinpoint the location of the person approaching. He suddenly heard a lightsaber ignite before he awoke in a cold sweat.

He knew now what the Force demanded of him. He had been blind too long, and he had grown too content in his ability to merely sense, but not to see. He had been so content that he had left behind his anger for a moment and the Dark Side energy of this place had almost eaten him alive. Here was a place to learn, relaxation was both an unnecessary trifle, a proof of weakness, and something that the Force would not welcome in this place.

[Begin Sense 2 Application]

He reached out into the Force; his mind still foggy as he still awoke but he feared what would happen if he waited longer. That was a new emotion to reach to the Force with, he had never reached with anything other than anger. This fear was more fleeting, more temperamental, but he felt as connected as ever. It was like his anger and fear were looking at the same Force in different ways. Anger saw it as something he could control, while fear let him see it as it was. He could notice himself so much more clearly with this connection already, even if it was not too difficult for him to notice his imprint in the Force now that he knew what signs indicated his own connection.

As much as he liked this new view it very quickly faded, he didn’t exactly know what to fear in this scenario and he could not bring himself to stay afraid at nothing. His mind raced as this new view faded from his mind, but he decided that he could easily get that kind of clarity still with his anger if he tried hard enough. That moment of fleeting understanding would guide him into the truth of the matter. He didn’t pull the Force towards himself; he wanted the flow of the Force to feel natural. He wanted to see how the Force itself moved as his senses perked up at the slightest changes. He then closed his eyes, like when he first tried to understand the Force in general. He had to not rely on his sight, but what he knew about the Force to guide him.

As the dream taught him, he closed his eyes and felt with senses beyond himself. He felt for the gaps with his foot, balancing as he tries to find his way out of the tree. He felt his way around blindly. He remembered it just like the dream, how all he knew was where his feet were and that there was not much below him to walk upon, so he had to climb. He scratched along the tree with his foot, looking into the Force at the same time, he felt it shifting around him as his anger slowly simmered in his mind. He felt it ebb and flow, but he felt something in the tree itself. It was like the flow of the Force in him, but distinctly different. It was clearly connected, but not as strongly. As he climbed down the tree he noticed it more and more, like it was blood pumping through the limbs. He recalled how he had learned to sense the Force that was latent in a living being, and how to track that force of life. He had not realized just how much that could help him now, it seemed a bit extraneous in his mind when Tormentous taught it to him, but now it made so much more sense. He focused in on the energy as he climbed down, reaching less and less to find each branch as he started to get a clearer mental image of the tree simply from feeling the Force flow through it.

However, the Force did not tell him how sturdy the branches were. He felt the tingle in the back of his mind that comes with danger as moments later the branch he put his weight on snapped. He fought the urge to open his eyes, to see what just happened. It felt like time slowed down. He could feel adrenaline pumping through his veins as once again that fear showed up again. The fleeting fear of falling, his senses sharpening as his anger was no longer tugging as sharply upon the will of the Force. He could feel the tree and almost sense its branches. The life in each of them as adrenaline made his mind work in double-time, he found the location of a branch that did not bring that tingling sense of danger as he reached for it, grabbing it just in time before he fell out of reach as the wood pops but doesn’t snap. He felt as that sense of danger leaves him; his senses once again dulled. He couldn’t feel anything below him with his feet. His anger at his own failure had swelled and the Force had once again bunched up around himself more closely. His connection felt too strong for its own good as panic subsided and turned into spite for his own failures.

He still refused to open his eyes as he hung from the branch. He was convinced he could still do this without fear. Another glimpse into the acuity of using a much weaker emotion had revealed the secrets of the Force to him. Perhaps he could still accomplish the same with his anger. He didn’t want to replicate that weakness that fear brings, that would be a hopeless endeavor. Instead, he thought of the differences in what he could only envision like a fabric. If you leave a blanket loose over an object, it appears. If you pull a blanket in the wrong direction, the object is incredibly faint or entirely disappears. However, if you pull the blanket entirely taut over the object, one could sense a lot more underneath. He realized it wasn’t the weakness that was revealing, it was an extreme of either kind. He altered the flow of the Force towards himself, demanding as much as possible flow towards him as he felt power rush into him. He could taste copper in his mouth as he called upon as much as he could physically handle, using himself like a conduit for the Force. He did not make the foolish mistake from prior of trying to contain it all. It felt like he was pulling in fishing line, pulling it through himself as the energy erupted from him just as quickly back into the grand spool of the Force.

Finally, he felt something below him. He dropped and didn’t stop at that branch alone. He leapt from the branch with reckless abandon as his anger and pride fueled his every motion. His heart felt heavy with energy as he would sense branches just seconds before they fell out of reach and his mind was screaming in a sense of constant danger as he swung from one to the next before dropping down and landing on a branch that breaks only for him to reach the real target of the branch underneath that he would have been unable to grab with the other branch in the way. He felt truly alive as he could sense the Force in the branches, but not only that. As he drew closer to the ground, he could feel even the ground held some latent pull in the Force. He would surely not be able to sense it so clearly as he did the living tree, but he could sense enough that he knew when the ground was coming and that there was Force that could be pulled upon in the soil as much as there was in anything else. He hit the ground, finally opening his eyes to see the mess of leaves and branches strewn about. His breathing is heavy and erratic at the exertion. His arms and legs felt heavy as lead as he sat down, but he had done it. He had made it down without his eyes, only his senses in the Force and his knowledge of the Force in life itself. There was a surge of pride as he caught his breath. He had accomplished much here, there was no need for contentment. Contentment was clearly the way of the Jedi, the memories of that Jedi from so long ago being so content in his victory as to offer a place among his kind to Yarkar. Surely, that Jedi was a fool. Yarkar was not about to follow in the footsteps of a Jedi who thought he knew everything about the power that the Dark Side held without wielding it like he did.
[End Sense 2 Application]

[Yarkar Edetar]

Yarkar found his way back to his ship, his ears once again hearing the comforting clang of his boots upon the metal flooring. He felt at home upon his ship as he went up to the pilot droid, barking a short command to rise the ship into space, simply to get off the surface. While he did enjoy Yavin IV, the moon was unsettling in how he no longer felt he could even sleep there. Power laid on that moon, but the moon is simply something that he could not sustain training upon for long. His eyes felt weary from his troubled rest, and as he felt the ship rise from the moon, he finally went to get some real rest.

He woke up, finally rested after the progress he had made upon that moon, his eyes sharp as he rose, kicking his feet over the side of the bed. He narrows his eyes, staring at himself in his mirror. He grumbles, not particularly keen on getting up but having already learned from the Force that it is unnatural for one to be comfortable with their mastery of it. To progress is to survive, and to survive is just the basics of life. Thriving is something that will simply never come, for to accept that you are comfortable enough to stop seeking power was to admit that you will only grow weaker as those around you rise into infinity.

[Begin Telekinesis Power Application]
His senses perked up as he felt a disturbance around his lightsaber, something he had never really picked up on beyond his subconscious. Something that made it feel dangerous, like something fun to work with. It was like there was a piece of his old self in there. However, he noticed something beyond that, after all, if he could sense so much that hides within the Force, and manipulate the energy of the Force itself, what would stop him from moving the Force within the objects that he could faintly feel within? What would follow? He knew now from his experimentation with light that the Force, and by extension his own wielding of it, is not entirely separated from reality. He scowled. That thought was enough to rouse his mind. He could feel the tiredness creep away as he still stared emptily at his own silhouette in the mirror of the dark room. He had to know, but perhaps he could do it from where he was. After all, it would be useless to only manipulate things he could touch. He had heard tales in his youth about Jedi being able to lift objects with a wave of the hand, wondering if that could be accomplished by him as well, if it wasn’t just a story.

He reached out into the Force; his eyes trained on the saber as he does what’s familiar to him. Like when he fed on the power of the Dark Side from that acolyte, he tried to grab the Force and yank it towards himself. He feels the Force move to his whim, but he didn’t notice any movement in the lightsaber, not even the flimsy metal stand he uses to make sure it doesn’t roll away clattering to indicate movement in the dark room.

His mind wandered back to the first time he felt he truly touched the Force. All that time ago, frustrations coming out while in the care of that bounty hunter. If he hadn’t done that, who even knows where he would be? However, he knew one thing that he wanted to remember from that experience. He remembered it felt like waves leaving him as those bottles on the shelves had rattled from what he had done as he had demanded an outlet for his emotions before he knew how to use them to more controlled ends. He felt almost like he had lost power since then, but really it was doing weaker, more controlled, actions so that he could work his way up into controlling that strength he once used. He thought of how he would do that again, but to a more controlled effect. How to make ripples into a wave to carry what he desired in the direction he desired it. He thought back to that day, how rage gripped his chest and how his mind had screamed out for some way to release the anger he had. His eyes burned with hate. His memories felt so vivid in this moment. He remembered not only how they made him feel as he could hear the stand his saber laid in rattle. He tried to hold his anger with a tighter grip. He didn’t want to shake it loose with meaningless quivering from the Force. He wanted it to act as his loyal servant not a terrified man promised with the lack of a blaster bolt between the eyes.

The rattling stops as he holds out his hand, releasing his grip on his emotion and at the same time, subconsciously releasing the breath he didn’t even know he was holding as he felt a wave of the Force fly towards him, launching the saber into his hand, moving like a disk of water through a cone towards the tip, centering the blade in his hand as he turns on the blade. He marveled in the crimson glow as the stand clattered to the ground as it had been yanked over in the process.

As he stood up, he turned off the saber, leaving the dark room again to focus on doing the opposite of what he just did. While bringing something towards him would be useful, getting something away felt like it would have more uses overall. He walks towards where he tended to live when he stayed in space, a room with plenty of space for essentials but not too much more than that. He grabbed a small cup that he didn’t care for, placing it on a small table. His arrangements for living on the ship were minimalistic at best as he had optimized for having free space, but this was a rare moment where he needed to set something far away for it to be of any use. The challenge was reversing the pulling motion. He had accomplished that motion from simply following his model of altering the flow of the Force into himself, now he had to think of how to do the opposite.

A flash of inspiration hits him. Ironically, he starts by altering the flow towards himself, building up a large stockpile of energy in his chest. He could feel the power flowing into him as his latent anger seethed to the surface, bubbling up with memories long past, but not boiling over like the times he had tried too much. He just wanted to get enough energy for it to matter on his end of the exchange. He pressed down upon the Force at the same time, making almost like a path through it from him to the target, like he had when he tried to prove his power not that long ago, failing to compress the Force into lights. However, that “ability” had brought him to a conclusion far greater than the purposes it was originally intended for. He lets go of his control on the power of the Force he had stored within himself, letting it burst out of his hands as he thrust them towards the cup. The force was much more than intended, the table fell over, knocking the cup and a chair in the process. It was in this very notion that Yarkar learned that maybe he should not have put all that he could muster into that. He was still unfamiliar with the amount of energy it required for the Force to accomplish a feat in the real world, as he had only just made lights prior. He smiled, reveling in the destruction that it caused. It was fun to knock things over, almost cathartic. There was no mother or father to come screaming at him when he did so, there was no employee to take him back to his room now that he had made noise and been discovered. He didn’t have to rush to fix this, and thus he tried to restore it to how it was with only the Force.

He only knew how to push and pull, but he imagined that it should be possible to simply pick up objects. He wondered just how to accomplish such a feat, after all he had only been working in moving waves, he hadn’t thought about how to actively lift something and hold it there. He thought once again of how he thought of the force, as a long fabric to be moved. He had found ways to use his anger to press down but could not think of a way to press upwards. However, he was sure it was possible if he thought about what exactly he had learned so far. He focuses, pressing down upon the Force he could sense within the table. He then stops pressing his will upon that part of the Force, suddenly snapping his focus into the area around it, causing the area with the table to snap upwards as the table budges, but does not lift as the Force snaps back to true too quickly. He struggles, trying the same thing over and over to no avail other than knowing something is occurring.

He then realized it maybe he was looking at it from the wrong angle. He had been thinking about trying to move the Force, but what if that was the wrong way to think about it? He stopped thinking about trying to move the Force within the object, but rather taking an approach of trying to simply move the object itself. To move something up physically, you simply pull it into the air and keep pulling to avoid it from dropping back down. If he tried to draw the Force into an area above the table like he was present and picking it up, he could do that same process to the table! He takes a moment to consider how to do this before pressing the Force towards the intended place for the table, although he does it much more gradually than the single wave of yanking something towards himself to show that he could do it in less violent methods as well, and it would be hard to stop in the right spot if it was moving too quickly. He manages to set the table again upright with small rippling waves letting the table gently lift and pivot before setting down, the same for the chair and cup following soon after.

He ruminated on what he had done, thinking in 3 dimensions was a difficult perspective, despite it having been his entire existence. It was different, but fun as a challenge. He wondered just how much he could accomplish with moving objects, there was so much that is done with being able to move objects with one’s hands. He was now beyond merely manipulating with his hands; the Force was now a conduit for his will. He liked that; it was comforting in a way.
[End Telekinesis Power Application]

[Yarkar Edetar]

Yarkar sat down, looking at what he had accomplished. That chair was placed there by him, it was his creation now. Yet, something felt like it was missing. He had gone so far, and yet he had never really touched upon the root of it all. He had used the rage at his parents mindlessly, never thinking about why they were wrong. He just knew it. He rolled up his sleeves. His arms were covered in burns. Memories came back of him crawling along stones near a magma river. His arms were seared as the gravelly surface of Sullust burned and scraped at his flesh. His heart pounded as he remembered his father staring in discontent as Yarkar curled up in fear. How he couldn’t do anything but let himself be burned. He felt the flecks of hot stone land on his face without any ability to stop it or to move as tears streamed down his face. A bodyguard with a stun baton stared him down, but he couldn’t remember what was even said. He just remembered nodding as he did what he was demanded. He would never forget that day. He would forever bear these scars. He couldn’t let it go, so why not channel that into something? He felt that fire in his soul, he wanted fire. He wanted to prove that the same would never happen. He wanted to prove his father’s gaze wrong and become worthy of something far greater through the Force that he was prohibited to master or even know about.

[Begin Pyrokinesis Power Application]
He searches around for something flammable, finding some leaves in the robes that he wore while climbing out of the tree on Yavin IV, he had never bothered to pick them out. He grabs one, knowing that he would not have much of a chance to accomplish this since he did not have that much material to work with, but he was willing to try it if only to conquer such an old fear.

He focuses on that specific thought, the hot stone cutting into his skin. Every burn like a story as he pulls upon the fear he felt. The memory of that horrible pain stuck in his throat, how it silenced him and clouded his vision with tears. He looked at this piece of brush, like his gaze alone would be enough to deny its existence. Rage at his own weakness quickly boiled up as he focused on putting energy into the leaf like he would with a light, a little bit of glow starting to form as he could not really control what he was doing with the Force through his severely clouded focus. He just wanted to make it blaze, and he couldn’t live with a failure to do so. He was very quickly sinking into a pit in his own making where there was no escape.

And yet, it simply glows. He can feel a heat, but not enough by far. He tries to throw the leaf away, but as it is a leaf it merely flutters as Yarkar shrieks in a pouting rage. For a moment he’s back in the past, a raging, out of control child. He pounds the table as he feels his grip on the Force loosen, losing itself in his loss of control. He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t even know if what he was doing was possible. His anger flared as with a stomp he can feel his power surge in him. He wrestles for control with runaway emotions, trying to bring them back under his wing. He sat in silent torment for a while, trying to get a grip on himself while also not quelling the emotion that fuels his grip upon the Dark Side. His emotions thrash back and forth, feelings of inadequacy firing up only to be quelled by anger at his own worthlessness only for tears to come to his eyes at the thought of failing at this and his father being right that he doesn’t belong anywhere near fire. Finally, he gets a grip, his breath shaky as he focuses again on that leaf. He scowls as he focuses his energy onto it and the area around it, remembering how he had been forced to read manuscripts on how to survive in the wilderness, in case he was kidnapped, and how they spoke of how spinning a stick fast enough could produce heat and eventually fire. He spun his pressing on the Force faster and faster as he could see the leaf begin to curl up. Small wisps of smoke curled as it finally started to smolder.

He stopped for a second and stared, almost in disbelief. Then, noticing how quickly the leaf was disappearing shoveled the rest of the leaves into a pile on top. He didn’t have long before they all burned out, but he wanted to do more than start a fire. He wanted to tame that same fire, make it his and to control it. He let the fire gain some traction before he attempted to shape it. He spun more energy around the fire, generating more as it roared up, not giving him much control but letting it jump upwards. However, he had to think of how to smother it. He then thought of people putting out fires with a heavy cloak, pressing down on the Force like it were a heavy blanket pressing down upon it. While it was not immediate, the fire did eventually answer. He didn’t have much more time as the leaves were slowly flaking into embers and smoke, so he wanted to try one last thing. He wanted to shape it to his whim.

In the final seconds of the fire, he lets it flare up again as he did before, letting off a puff of flame as he quickly makes channels of energy in the Force like he did when he was learning to push objects. The flames followed these channels of his will, his anger, and his hatred. For a split second he sees the pattern he made in the flames. A tear comes to his eye in that fleeting moment. He saw the wall of his room, decorated only with the rivets holding the metal plates in place. For a moment he had felt free, but now he was trapped again, a young man once more. The leaves had become naught but ash, wisps of smoke flying up as Yarkar was flung into despair and memory again.
[End Pyrokinesis Power Application]

[Yarkar Edetar]

Yarkar sat at his table, contemplating another display of power. He was not exactly sure what to do with the freedom the Force had given him, but he wanted to put what he had learned to a much more extensive test, and thus back to the surface of Yavin IV he went.

As the ship landed, he steps out into the jungle once more. He enjoyed the look of the place, and he could almost palpably taste the Dark Side energy of the place trying to consume him. He felt more open to the Force than ever lately, his senses sharpened by his training. He goes deeper and deeper into the jungle, looking at the largest tree he could find on the horizon, having a plan to prove once again his worth to the Force and prove that his mastery is improving. Excellence was not the goal; it was the status quo.

[Begin Force Level 6 Application]
Yarkar climbs into said large tree, getting to a branch with a significant thickness and length to be carved into slices, cutting it off the branch with his lightsaber. Luckily the tree was in a clearing, which made what he was about to attempt easier. As the branch falls out of the tree, Yarkar starts to make his way towards the ground, landing his final jump right next to the branch as he starts to carve the branch into moderately sized disks.

He started with something that he already had an idea of how to do. He reached to the Force; it was becoming slowly a second nature to him. He was spending less and less time summoning his anger and more time showing what his power can accomplish nowadays. As he felt that power rush into him as he touched the Force, he did what was already known to him, lifting the disk of wood. Yarkar struggled a bit, the wood lifting, but not exactly going very fast. Yarkar deemed this a failure, dropping the wood with a bang as it hit the ground followed by a cry from the local fauna. Rage swells in him, how would he possibly be able to accomplish what he wanted if he couldn’t do that. He tries to lift it again, this time it was lifting too fast as he loses control, it was flying upwards before he had to run to avoid it crashing back down onto him.

Yarkar reigns in his emotions, trying to summon up enough anger to do as he wished, while also not going beyond necessary. He was starting to learn that putting all his power into things all the time is simply not advisable. Moderation was what he needed to learn. He was growing in the Force, and not everything required him to go into a mindless rage to accomplish anymore. He was gaining a connection that deepened with time. The more he did what he could with his power, the more he did these sessions of breakthroughs, the stronger he felt. Now was the time for filling to the top of the glass, overflowing simply cost energy for negative results.

He modulates his anger much better now, lifting the disk of singed wood with haste, but not so much that it flies into the distance. However, this was not the only trick he had planned. He steadies the disk before aiming at a spot on the ground. He pours the energy he had been holding himself into an area at an angle behind the disk before doing exactly what he would with a force push while releasing his grasp on the disk as it makes a motion like having been launched by a cannon as it hit the ground. He then suddenly gets hit with an urge for fire. He starts pouring energy into the disk as he swirls it around in that familiar pattern of swirling a stick to cause a fire, the disk soon erupting into flames as the light flickers off his eyes.

He wanted to do more still, igniting after the fact was dull and inefficient. He wanted to make sure that this sort of attack would be horrifying to witness, especially if it was out of nowhere. He pictured flaming debris falling into a battlefield and the soldiers trying to figure out where it came from, trying to get their flailing comrades out from their heavy, fiery prison. While this method of assault was impractical, it did seem fun in theory.

His first attempt, for the sake of taking small steps at a time to perfect each one, was to ignite the disk before lifting it. He focuses his energy into the disk of wood, seeing the ignition as he lifts the log. However, as the disk was thrown, the flames upon it simply fizzled out from the wind, leaving the ammunition smoking on impact, but not ablaze. He grumbles, trying it in a slightly different order this time. He lifted the disk, leaving it in the air as he focused upon igniting it. He could feel how stressful this was to do, however. He had been used to using only one ability at a time, his mind now forced to concentrate on doing two things at once. His mind split in two, forcing itself to not do either thing well. While the log ignited again, as he threw it, it was once again smoldering ammunition by the end of its flight.

Yarkar quickly realized the only way out of this situation was to keep igniting the disk of wood as it flew. While not incredibly efficient to his attention, he knew this wasn’t the best method of attack anyways. He just wanted to prove that his powers could work in unison. If he couldn’t use his powers together, he would be stuck within boundaries of his own creation forever. He lifts the disk of wood one last time, altering the flow of the Force into him as he took in all the energy he could handle before pushing the disk while pushing as much of his energy as he could into it, swirling the Force around the disk in that familiar pattern to cause it to come alight. He puts more and more energy into it, seeing the flames just survive as it plummets, still alight as it crashes to the ground. As the dust clears, Yarkar sees a flaming wheel of wood turning to charcoal as he smiles. He had once again outdone himself, although soon after he felt the effects of such. He felt exhausted, using everything he had again and again was not something he was used to in the slightest.
[End Force Level 6 Application]
 

[Yarkar Edetar]

Yarkar found himself back at the temple on Yavin IV. There was something that he had heard within the halls that he wished to learn, rumors that users of the Force could speak with their minds. He had to know, after all, the uses of such a power were endless. It was the bridge between the tangible and intangible, both of which he had worked with before. To put tangible sound with the intangible Force as a transmission vector, it seemed like a perfect display of mastery. He felt like this would finally grant him his place among the higher ranks of the Sith!

He sought the acolyte that he had beaten in combat prior, the face burned into Yarkar’s mind. The acolyte pipes up, his teeth clenching at the sight of Yarkar, “What are you doing here again? Wasn’t the first time enough?” Yarkar smiles, letting out a small chuckle. “I need a test subject. You will do.” The acolyte scoffs, “And what would be in it for me? You humiliated me, and now want to use me like a dummy? I’m not your plaything, masterless scum!” Yarkar takes a moment to think, he had forgotten entirely that the man would simply not accept out of nowhere. “Fine then, if your humiliation was so bad, then how about I give you a rematch? I’m more than willing to let you have a chance to prove your weakness again.” The acolyte scowls, “That is where you are wrong, make it a deal, I’m more than willing to show you that your victory was dumb luck and nothing else.” Yarkar laughs, “By the way, the name is Yarkar, so you can stop saying mindless nothings about my master when you wish to refer to me.”

“And mine is Ishtar. Know it well, for it will be the name that you cry out in your final moments of weakness, knowing I was right.”

Yarkar rolled his eyes dismissively as the pair sat upon the ground in a relatively secluded area, facing each other.

[Begin Telepathy Power Application]
Yarkar hummed, not to a tune, just a slight buzz. He felt the vibrations in his throat rise and fill his mouth. He could feel it throughout his body. He felt it go through his chest as well, filling it with a full tone as he notices the small details about it. How each vibration felt, it was almost like the shaking and spinning of the Force that he used to make fire. Perhaps the Force and reality were not as separate as he first thought. First being able to move objects, then producing fire, and now the idea of sounds? Maybe there was something to be learned in all of it, but it was something not to be learned here, not yet.

He slipped into the Force, feeling at the fabric as he closed his eyes. He sensed where Ishtar was twofold. Once from the fact that he was alive, and again from his presence in the Force. He could feel the fabric shift around the two of them, the faux “seam” in the Force between them deepening as Yarkar reached in the Force deeper and deeper. When he was back home, he had built a contact device to try and send a signal to the Jedi. While they never came, the insolent fools, it did teach him something about how signals work, one would encode the signal and then it would be decoded it at the target. He simply had to turn sounds into ripples and ripples into “sounds” to make it work. The problem was finding the way to do so, but that was what he was going to try to decode himself.

At first, he hummed again, feeling it in him as he attempts to project that same vibration through the Force. He thought of the hum of his vibroblade, or his lightsaber, and how he could feel it in his hands. Short, swift waves through the fabric of the Force, rippled outwards towards Ishtar. They were simply different than the ones he used for other purposes, almost like intent was carried with the waves in a way that he couldn’t see. In this case, it wasn’t like when he tried to push something, in fact there wasn’t anything of that nature. He knows for sure Ishtar would mention it if it was, even if he couldn’t see it. He could feel the vibrations going through Ishtar, but once again he wasn’t moving it from the Force into something that Ishtar’s mind could feel. This was likely the difficult part of the equation.

Yarkar had never changed a wave of the Force outside of himself before, and it would be an interesting challenge for sure. After all, he would have to feel it interface with the mind of Ishtar and in the process change it to make the “sound.” He sat in thought, wondering where he could possibly get something to work that way. After all, this wasn’t like when he was sending a signal with a device, those devices already knew how to decode and encode that signal themselves, it was on their end to decode it in a way that they understand. He had to find a way to figure out how Ishtar understands and use it to change his “signals” in real time. He thought back to when he slept in the jungle of this moon. The Force never spoke, and he thought that was the key. It was like it led him places, what if he could try and lead the Force back? After all, it seemed like intention was something that the Force could understand, what if intention could be put into the Force upon its release? He wouldn’t have to change a wave as it moved into sounds, in fact he was thinking of it entirely wrong in the first place. He had just been sending small waves in the Force, one that only a Force user would be able to sense if they were looking for it. If he could instead send a full message as a single wave with the intention that it would send that message, perhaps he could coerce the Force into doing his will.

This was what brought the intangible and tangible together, intention. He had only worked with powers before that were incredibly real or entirely within the Force. They never shifted from one to the other, but this was the breakthrough he needed. He figured the sentence he would use in his head, ‘This is my power.’ He thought about how it sounds, he thought about how his voice made each one, felt the intention fill his mind as the sentence broke into individual sounds and motions. He pulled the Force towards himself with a surge of triumphant anger, like a raging bull about to finally trample what it was charging at. He felt the Force move around inside him, and poured his intentions into it as he finally launched the “sentence” at Ishtar.

“Really, that was what you came up with, you pretentious fool?” is quickly heard as a response as Yarkar immediately attempts to do one last thing with his power. He knew already how Ishtar’s emotions had felt in the Force, at least for the purposes of feeding upon their energy. He thought that perhaps, like the mechanical equivalent, he could receive a signal too. He poured his energy and intention into an area around Ishtar before pulling it towards him like he would if he were pulling an object towards him. His intention was to practically give him a “status report” of the mind he was glimpsing, letting him see what he could grasp from it. Yet, not much came, he simply got a sense of fear in Ishtar. Yet, he wanted to make it seem like he had done much more. His mind races to tell the story of why Ishtar would be afraid of him after hearing a simple message.

“You’re afraid. You’re afraid that I could sit in front of you and in such a short time become more powerful. You’re afraid now that when we duel that I will have increased in power tenfold since we last met, and that you will again be unable to best me.” Ishtar turned pale as Yarkar pulled from his emotions yet again, feeling even more apprehension. He continued, “Yet, I trust you’ve spent this time specifically training with your saber, and that will be the humiliation of it.” More fear, more weakness. “You fear that your master will realize that even with you training as much as you could to defeat me, you were still unable to best me.” Yarkar had only gleamed the tip of the iceberg from his power, but Ishtar’s own emotional responses to each statement made each subsequent read of his emotions only reveal to Yarkar that he was on the right track. Being able to read emotions and send messages was something quite powerful, even if he couldn’t yet read minds. Some emotions were telling enough that their presence was merely enough to glean more information if one was to use their mind beyond the Force. Being powerful was more than just learning the Force, it was just as much a comprehension of what you can do with it and a work of the body. A power and its applications were the goal, not the power itself.
[End Telepathy Power Application]

[Yarkar Edetar]

It didn’t take long for yet another duel between Yarkar and Ishtar to be arranged. Yarkar held his blade, running his thumb over the activation button on his saber. Soon after, the two light their sabers, the arena being basked in a crimson glow as Yarkar’s face comes into a smile. This was going to be fun for sure.

[Begin Advanced Lightsaber Combat Power Application]
Yarkar began the fight as he did before, going on the defensive. He wanted to see what Ishtar had learned in trying to change from the last time. He quickly realized that Ishtar wasn’t kidding about his improvements. The first blow was barely blocked and sent Yarkar reeling and was followed by a terrifying flurry of blows. He’s stumbling within seconds, having to leap backwards to escape, clashing blades simply to slow the fight down for a second. He needed to think about this, there wasn’t a clear solution to this without changing how he fights.

He realized quite quickly that Ishtar likely couldn’t keep this up for long. He could see him already working up a sweat. Like he had just realized in working with Telepathy, it was not just the Force, but the ability to make your body work for you as well. He knew that the Force felt almost like a vitality to him, but that vitality will not keep you going forever. He could probably predict which blows were feigned and which would connect simply via his Danger Sense. He knew how to block; it was simple enough that he knew it before he had a lightsaber. He remembered Tormentous teaching him by dueling with vibroblades like they were sabers, it was simple enough to know where to put the blade. The issue was getting it there fast enough.

Yarkar pulled the Force into himself as he felt a surge of strength, he breaks the clash with a retreat. It was just enough to goad Ishtar into his offense again as Yarkar smiled. He clashed his blade into his opponent’s time and time again, putting just enough force into each strike to block it but not have his blade keep moving when Ishtar moved to strike from a different direction, scared of another clash making him lose his advantage of speed. Yarkar made block after block, feeling Ishtar’s frustration and hate. He felt himself consume that energy, his senses still telling him when danger was coming.

It was clear Ishtar was completely numb to the Force while he fought. Each strike with Ishtar’s blade was simply misguided. It struck without purpose, he was angry, but he wasn’t letting the Dark Side guide him. He was simply flailing at him in hopes of breaking the simplistic defense of Yarkar as his style adapted with every blow. He learned attacks that were not the basics of lightsaber combat and how to parry them, changing in the heat of the moment with every strike. Each one wild and unpredictable, it was useful for Yarkar to have his senses open to the Force, where each parry from Yarkar was turning into a blind race for Ishtar’s mind to figure out how to block it without losing a limb. Sparks flew and the red glow made it hard to make out details as the fighters grew closer and closer to each other, removing more and more of the chance for one of them to recover from a single mistake as the next blow was coming a moment after. A slight change in the angle of attack made Yarkar move his entire body into a different position as the two closed in on each other. But with every strike, Ishtar was slowing down.

More and more sweat formed on Ishtar’s brow, him having to pull his hand from his saber to wipe it off to avoid being blinded by the salty water. Yarkar then saw his moment to strike. He did to Ishtar as Tormentous had so often done to him. He hit the blade with everything he had, even feeling the Force in his veins following the flow of the motion, and carried his momentum around, burning the back of Ishtar’s hand so that he drops his saber. Ishtar’s hand wasn’t severed, but the wound wasn’t pretty. The saber flew off into the center of the arena. As Ishtar ran to grab it, Yarkar thrusted out his hand, unleashing a push that launched the poor acolyte across the arena, he hit a wall and was knocked out cold. Yarkar let his lightsaber turn off, confident in his victory as he had learned yet another lesson. Sometimes offense isn’t even needed, and an enemy will defeat themselves if given the opportunity.
[End Advanced Lightsaber Combat Power Application]