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---BEGIN FORCE MASK - 500

The Dark Side coiled around him like smoke, he drank it in willingly and he felt the coolness of its touch once again. His energy field was a maelstrom of chaos - hiding this sort of presence was essential for he otherwise could not incite secrecy without taming the maelstrom. Tormentous focused his willpower upon the chaos surrounding him and fought to slow it down which was easier said than done as he’d never tried to calm the Force around him - quite the opposite in fact. To suppress the Force signature he needed to calm the chaos and allow the Force to flow over him much. Right now his Force signature was a rock and the wind of the Force repeatedly slammed into him to cause an uproar of power and energy, he was as a burning light in the darkness in terms of his signature.

It all came down to the threading of his current and so he moved into the Force with all his intention and into the flow as well. He felt the current and it washed his consciousness away in its strength, there was little to no control here for the natural flow of the Force was strong with him. His hand raise and supported he pressed against the current to no avail and so he changed tactics and grasped at a portion of the flow and as a potter formed the clay he smoothed the lines of the Force that surrounded him there and gently and with care he moved along his form of the energy field and the clay of the Force melded with his hands to design a form fitting reflection of himself. In this the wind of the Force did not crash against him - it flowed around him with smooth currents that were not so intrusive and so his light was to fade some.

But he needed more. A Jedi Master or even someone in tune with the Force could see this ruse for what it was. No this was not enough and he sought more. The Dark Side of the Force reeled at his intention to suppress it but he would not relent, for the Dark Side was the source of his energy field being so chaotic, he needed to learn to better control when and where the Dark Side would appear. Currently it came to him just as soon as he called upon the Force at all, he needed to separate and make clear the division between the pure energies of the Force and the Dark Side of the Force.

He looked upon his clay molded lines and he looked very closely. Through time and with patience he normally did not have he eventually began to see imperfections within his Force signature and he began to pull at these threads to soon see that they were not the pure threads of the Force but red hot irons of the Dark Side of the Force that he needed to reign in and command to be silent. This was not easy, Tormentous was naturally angry and his fury was infamous across the Galaxy. He seemed to produce Dark Side energy just simply by being.

Turning these threads over and over he began to slowly filter the aspects of the Dark Side of the Force which was in the very Code of the Sith. Emotions. He looked into his energy field and the power radiating off of his anger was producing Dark Side energy like a smoke stack. He moved in on this element and through vast effort of will he slowly piece by piece banished the anger and reverted this thread to nothing but the pure energy he sought out. He continued and felt for more emotions, finding them and eliminating them from his mind body and soul in the same process until through tremendous effort he finally came to a center feeling - not of peace - but of nothingness. He felt nothing for he craved nothing and he sought nothing but the silence of the Force and in this moment he found it. Channeling this neutral Force energy into the gaps left by the excavation of the Dark Side elements he pieced together a glossy finish upon his field of influence and moment by moment it began to fade from his sight.

In time his rock within the Force became an eroded flake. Sanguine and still, the Force was quiet around him and he was as a fly on the wall to be disregarded and devoid of attention. The Force was his own in this moment and it felt awkward not to constantly harness radical energies like a raging rock star, but in this moment of stillness - Tormentous found what he was looking for and that was the furtherance of his knowledge of a power vast and without end.

---END FORCE MASK - 818.

---BEGIN CRYOKINESIS - 400

Diving deeper into the Force and all of its inherent possibilities saw Tormentous dealing with elemental control. His sword sat on the cold steel floor in front of him as he knelt and concentrated on the Force, commanding it to come to his call and as he aimed his wrath upon the Force is answered him and he drew upon its power - drinking in a vast portion of energy. This energy was all around him at first and through his influence he began to harness it and pull it towards the surrounding energy field that was his personal sphere of influence - anything within the sphere could be considered his own personal being through the Force. Tormentous bore no exception and his hand was not gentle as he tore the energy like a stolen trinket and drew it from his surrounding vicinity unto his energy field.

The initial collision between drawn Force energy and the natural current of his aura was grating like sandpaper but through his will he pulled the stored power from without and brought it to touch his fingertips and down through his wrist to his arm and beyond. The power of the Force pained him with each measured ounce and he took this pain - this suffering of his own volition and he transformed it into a portion of additional power - power that was pure Dark Side energy. He tore the barriers of the Force away and smashed these entities together to better harness the wealth as one.

Now he held sufficient reserves where he would complete the task of elemental control. To the sword he turned his attention and dropped his hand onto the leather bound hilt. His sense tore across the surface of the sword’s skin and he felt the Force flowing through the material and he sensed the density of the metal and the coarse leather from constant use underneath a heavy handed grip. The Force flowed across and through the sword just as it did everything else and in this he would be better able to manipulate it to his means.

The previously stored energy began to shift under his influence. The mind of Tormentous did not have the patience necessary for this task and the energy began to waiver in its consistency. He was forced to refocus himself and relax, these first moments were the most important. Once he learned the skills necessary then he could rush things. For now he was forced to have the patience that the Force demanded him to have.

Reforming the ball of energy into a smooth yet shining orb of power - he shifted the orb from the core of his mind to his shoulder and then arm to finally transmit his influence unto the sword itself. This Force energy could naturally take the form he so desired but for this he needed something specific. His mind reached deep into the steel of the sword and he began to break down his sight to understand the scene on a particulate level. The solids of the steel were already there but it was not the makeup of the steel he wished to alter. Using the power of the Force he’d gathered his mind washed over the entire lump of steel and leather to where Tormentous was seeing nothing more than the actual energy surrounding the sword. A glowing hollow mold.

In this he began to still the energy that ran through the sword and the air surrounding it he began to pull on the warmth while making still the air. Without friction the Force energy surrounding the sword and within the sword felt the coolness that resulted and once the energy became cool so did its touch upon the steel and leather. His own hand began to bear the heat he was drawing upon and the intense warmth nearly broke his concentration for a moment before he was able to correct his mind to the task. Further he concentrated drawing out the heat and making still the friction upon the steel. In time the specifics became more simple and streamlined until the steel itself began to feel cold to the touch.

Finally the warmth was gone and he felt the heat built in his hand move up his arm and into his body, in its place his hand stung with a hundred knives as the cold settled in and the temperature radiating off his own hand was as ice itself. To his touch the leather stiffened and upon the steel of the sword came to form crystals of condensation as the metal drew in the moisture and in turn the touch of his mind brought forth the stillness he desired.

From the grip the cold ran upwards passed the guard and onto the flat of the blade, tiny ice particles formed and frosted. The sword seemed to exude its own tiny climate of icy air. So cold did the blade become that it took on a tint of pale blue as icy mist began to flow from the surface.

He let go of the hilt, leather creaked with brittle cracks and the joints of his hand were stove up. Pain coursed through the hand as fingertips lost blood - the beginnings of frostbite. His influence over the element was complete and over time his narrow view on cryokinesis began to expand - this was only the beginning.


---END CRYOKINESIS - 908

---FORCE SCREAM BEGIN - 500


Among the frozen forests of Ziost did Tormentous stand alone while deep in reflection upon the Force, specifically the Dark Side of the Force and in doing so he once more immersed himself in the cold depths of that chaotic energy. He embraced it all and his gathering strength was like a wave of a fresh gust of wind. Through long research the discovery of a new technique had crossed his mind and here - within this lonely glade - within the embrace of the Dark Side - he would unlock it.

With a simple concept he strode forth into the unknown. His eye closed and he sealed his sense off to the gale rustling about him. Focusing within the needed to find the turmoil at his heart and give it a voice - if not a full kinetic one. Drawing upon the Dark Side he fell into his focus, reared back and flexed his arms to make emphasis of the effort he put into this technique - and then he shouted at the top of his lungs.

The glade remained ever silent save for the wind and Tormentous stood amidst the silence quite flustered as little more than a puff of falling snow had reacted to his tenacious wrath given voice. ‘Pathetic’ he growled to himself and chastised himself mentally for thinking such a skill could be useful. Turning away he was set to leave entirely and give up on fruitless gains. To further his annoyance and slight embarrassment a trio of birds sitting in a nearby tree looked at him, craning their necks around in silent animal mockery. In a rage he balled up some snow and flung it at them - his aim was off and the ball went wide - the birds never moved. Instantly he wanted to chop the tree down and squish the creatures but ultimately he did not and retired to his bike to depart.

As he took the steps towards his Sith Speeder Bike he paused. He was certain his research was correct. Turning around he resolved himself to fully prepare and go forward again and solve this conundrum once and for all.

Starting from the beginning he closed his eye and dove into the realm of the Dark Side once more. This time he did not come to the Force so gently and instead he tore upon it like a hungry ravaging animal - he scooped up great swaths of its energy and pressed it to his own energy field to devour. The cold became raw heat in his breast as more and more energy built up within him. He prepared himself mentally for what was to come - shifting the energy through his mind he took it from the nexus of the center of his being and instead of as normal shifting it to his arms and hands, this time he brought the energy up into his sternum and sensitive organs. The rumbling feeling of so much power made an uncomfortable grating within his aura and he began to flicker in concentration.

Gouts of invisible energy poured off him and his face soured to know he’d lost so much to the simple mistakes of failing to maintain his mind’s willpower. He realized he’d tried this too swiftly whilst not fully understanding the concepts behind the ability and so he lowered the portion of energy back down into his nexus and settled his raging nerves. Anger and malice could come later, right now he needed to stay focused and figure this out. Again he drew further and coils of Dark tendrils wrapped around his body to be absorbed by his mighty will. Forming this energy into a tangible ball of power he attempted to retry his previous folly but this time he made a more conscious effort and the energy slid from his nexus up through his sternum to rest within his throat.

He could see through his mind the makings of his throat. Scarring covered much of it and the muscle was thick, still pumping veins pulsed with the light bound energy of life. His mouth opened to breathe and a cloud of heated mist expanded from within. Tormentous was ready. Flexing his arms once more he took a balanced stance and thrust forward - with mouth agape he focused on all the wrath and all the hatred pent up within his soiled black heart. An eternity worth of fury welt up within him, he focused his power, he focused his will upon the Dark Side of the Force and from him came forth a titanic volume not meant for mortal ears.

Natural sound waves at first exhumed from his mouth and pulsed outwards in an audible rush, even the Force was in this initial wave and Tormentous recognized that the Force dwelt even within sound. As the audible perceptions of the Force continued to amplify it came to a point that the decibel ceased and then came forth the pure fury of Tormentous. Reverberating from his inner core it came forth through the filter of his voice box where if infused itself with the built up energy he’d stored previously. Pressing outwards the energy came from his mouth and tore asunder the natural audible waves of sound and so it produced an unnatural roar that came forth like a hammer blow.

Both amplified audible waves and raw Force energy crashed into the surrounding area just outside of the reach of his arm. Sheets of snow settled upon the glade’s floor was pulverized and sent away in a skittering shower of debris. A pulsing wave blasted the immediate area and punched through natural barriers of ice and tree bark. The sound had been fearsome in equality to the mighty roar of a dragon and all the more severe in its delivery since it was infused with the Dark Side.

The birds were now long gone - Tormentous walked away in triumph.

---FORCE SCREAM END - 991

---REPAIR - 500

The ice of Ziost stung his body and threatened to cast him into oblivion. Blood was everywhere, he’d fallen into the depths of the crystal cavern and the bottom had welcomed him harshly. Tormentous’ fumed as he finished pulling the fractured crystal shards from his side and knowing enough about wounds on the battlefield he knew he wouldn’t be making it back to his ship this time. That alone angered him - he would die here in a pitiful grave - frozen for eternity and no one would ever find him.

No - this would not be so. He demanded that fate beware his audacity and so he took hold of fate itself and wrenched it by the neck to his will. The Dark Side flowed easily here on Ziost and within Tormentous’ mind it was no exception. Looking upon his wound through the Force he sank his mind into the breach, there was still the living crystal of the Force inside, the fragments that he sensed worked as tuning forks to his mind - they echoed with his approach and he was able to see them fully. With the Force he frowned upon them and seized the largest portions, with telekinetic power he removed them. The pains were immense and he only showed his bloody teeth in turn as he growled a response. The Dark Side of the Force was within the pain and he drank this in for it would grant fuel to his efforts of sealing off the wound. That energy was as hot as red coals and this is what he desperately needed.

With the largest chunks removed he set about his internal wound. It was deep and the blood ran freely - he only had minutes of time left before he passed out from blood loss itself. With the Force at hand his mind went to work and he delved into the depths of the vile energies he’d absorbed only moments before through his anger of the pain inside him and the weakness it represented. He hated the weaknesses but without a doubt it gave him a source of infinite power for there would always be the human weakness of flesh and blood.

Energy coursed through this hand. He had begun by drinking in the essence of the Dark Side of the Force to coalesce upon his energy field and in doing so he had formulated a portion of physical energy. Drawing upon this raw energy he gripped it in his hand as an invisible ball. It was hot to the touch and it was very uncomfortable to be holding but he did so out of determination and more necessity.

Heat was within his hand now and the flesh began to turn red as a result of the constant pressure of the internal Force within. Gritting his teeth once more in preparation he pressed his heating hand upon the wound and only now did he realize the scale of the wound. Wide and deep, the cut was jagged and tissue was turned into ground meat. The heat of the Force touched the flesh of the open wound and he cried out in pain, vision blurred and he flexed every muscle in his body as the touch heated into what was the semblance of a hot iron. His oxygen ran out and he sat there agape of mouth as he continued to ‘weld’ his skin back in place.

Centimeter by centimeter he forced the torn flesh together and through the Dark Side and his own rage fueled fury he seared the meat together. He could smell burning flesh as he did so and it made him nauseous. Guts churning he fought onwards. Inch by inch now the meat fused together leaving behind a nasty red mess of bloody scabbed ruin that still crackled even after his hand was passed over it.

Prematurely he released his hold only for the wound to burst back open and he was forced to refocus his will. Burning meat continued to wash into the area around him and his side was in such pain now that he almost could no longer feel it. The pain was nigh on unbearable, each heart beat was a pulsing throb in his eyes but it was all the more to the Dark Side that feasted upon his agony and in that it gave him power - raw unimaginable power. His hand kept moving across the large wound and the heat ever intensified further, the skin of his palm now began to blister and the knitting began to cease whilst the blood coagulated around the shredded wound. Smoke rose from his welding and his open hand, he had to release some of the pent up energy but before he did so he looked upon the wound through the Force and sensed it with a thorough glance.

The outside was sealed but internally the wound bled. All this and he still would die. With mountainous rage he gripped a glass shard of nearby crystal and reopened his wound in a slow and ever painful motion across his side. His voice was lost in the throes of his torment and the Dark Side laughed ever more.

He wasted no time, perhaps he was dead already and the Force just didn’t allow his death to seize him yet. He knew not. But what he did know was the crying pain he dealt himself as he reknitted the wound once more but this time he sank his mind into the full extent of the wound and each torn section of meat, tissue and scorned bloody muscle - he fused together with the raw stuff of the Dark Side of the Force.

Welding his body back together took the remainder of his strength - unknowing if he was successful or not, Tormentous passed out finally. But as he lay there in the still coolness of the cavern, the blood from his side had ceased yet his heart still pounded in his chest.

---REPAIR END - 1,001

---GORDIAN REACH
---MORABAND ORBITAL

---BEGIN INSTINCTIVE ASTROGATION CONTROL - 500 WORD REQUIREMENT

Within the meditation chamber of the Harbinger sat the Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Tormentous. This was the great experiment. As he stared upon holo images of star charts he too opened his eye unto the Force. A great swath of power was before him and he could see beyond sight. Where navicomputers and other astronavigational devices may take long moments to prepare or perhaps even navigate in length - he knew the Force could grant him foresight further into this scene and show him the way in a more swift manner. More accurate, faster - safer was negligible - it was in speed and precision that the enemies would wail and lament.

Touching the great energy field that surrounded him it was as ever - a torrent of chaos. The roiling abyss caught him and thrust his mental faculties to the wind. It took time to reign his mind back in and focus his aim.

Bringing in a deep breath he adjusted his mindset. The Force was a whirlwind around him and he needed to see through the storm and unto his goal. His own energy field was vast and ever growing. The threads all around were tumultuous and difficult to read. But he needed to expand his range of thought and sense. Outward from his own mind he went and his touch filled the entirety of the room to where he could feel the limits of the room unto the cracks and corners. There was much here from the inanimate to the living and they all pulsated with a sense of Force energy. Their flow was distinct and specific. How they flowed around one another along the natural current of each energy field. Even the most simple thing held an energy signature from the ink pen to the advanced terminal to the sword Jidai Maras itself. They all held a surrounding nature and feeling through the Force.

As practice to his ultimate goal he slowly came to stand and from there he walked the room and wove a path through each item in question. It was a simple thing and one that he’d been able to do many times over before. Child’s play as it were. But the premise was the same. To navigate a starship through the void where it would not collide with a planetary body, another ship mass, a star or any number of things.

Tormentous expanded his field of view and went deeper now. He looked out beyond the ship and into the group of starships in which it was formed. For long moments he would sense out each individual vessel and build upon their energy fields and sense their currents through the Force. How they felt and how they reached when he encroached upon them through the Force. Each was alike yet very different. Each with their own individual signature complimented by the vast crews.

He could see pathways through the Force in which he knew he’d be able to maneuver a cruiser in between these sitting ships without any trouble at all. Through the Force he could see the twisting and rolling he’d have to accomplish to drive a starship through the formation without forcing a collision. But he needed to go further and deeper than simple navigation, he needed to see astronavigation.

Reaching further out he set his gaze upon Moraband’s nearby star. It was vivid with life and its energy field was far more vast than anything he could have produced even in ten life times. Yet it was this aura, this anchor point in which he began to see what he needed to see. Into the blackness of the void he set his gaze and there was truly nothing at all. This was called deadspace and he could not feel anything out there - it simply existed but without. It was empty and the energy fields of Moraband’s star hardly touched this place at all. It was cold and devoid yet eternally vast in scale. The breadth of it all was so large that it was impossible to comprehend. One could get lost out there and travel a generation’s life span in a direction yet never see port again. His senses swept outward and there was just nothing out there to cling to. It was pointlessness in a hopeless environment.

He then realized that he could likely see this deadzone and send something to it in theory but there was no anchor point in which to fly and therein there was no destination. The Force did not guide him in this manner either and so this train of thought went to the wayside for there was no further point in it. So instead of trying to find a point to focus on out in the empty void he decided to look further out still and from here he found the glowing warmth of a neighboring star. It was bright and luminous. It was very easy for his senses to lock on to and hone in on.

The vivid presence of the distant star through the Force was as a light in the dark - a beacon.

With the Force to guide him he set about this search and through time he found that the energy field of the distant star was actually large enough to touch that of Moraband’s very own star and while these things felt distant enough the clashing currents caused enough friction through the Force that he could begin to see the patterns.

In theory he could set course now from one star to the next and successfully get to where he was going - although it’d take many years if not an entire lifetime to accomplish. Here was the next step - hyperspace. The realm of which no one really understood. The dimension beyond where starships and other vessels broke through realspace - or what we may consider realspace - and slip into neither space or time. Hyperspace, Tormentous didn’t understand how it worked he just knew that it did and likely he’d never understand. But he didn’t need to know how to send the ship into hyperspace - that was what a hyperdrive was for. He needed to navigate the ship while it was in hyperspace, bring it through the storm, and out the other side.

It was the part in understanding that he was not a physicist that was most difficult. He needed to let the Force guide him. Allow the Force to show him the way. Let the Force make the calculations and deliver the proper coordinates through his hands.

He acted as the third light in this dark picture. Moraband, Yavin Prime’s star and himself. He used this method of triangulation to better estimate the relative distance and direction in accommodation to the angle on the bow of the ship and even the rotation pitch to the standard and accepted galactic elevation of ‘natural zero.’

In the end it was just him and the twin stars in which he needed to concentrate on. Beacons of light within the Force and he could see their colliding energy fields in conjunction with his own. Giving the specific orders in a set of coordinates and personally modified calculations the Harbinger leapt into hyperspace.

From this realm of transit Tormentous could more acutely see the tunnel in which they traveled and he was able to touch upon the written calculations to create minute and even very small tweaks to their given course. Be it making the path more straight or even shifting the path of transit around an anomaly just enough to skirt it without dropping out of hyperspace and adjusting course again. In terms of time taken to discover the indepth route necessary, Tormentous was taking far longer than any basic navicomputer but after he checked his own calculations with the astrogation charts he course he could see time shaved off the transit time. It was lucrative to say the least.

There was much more to this technique and it was going to take an extreme amount of practice to perfect.

But perfection was essential as a single mistake could be the only one they make at all.

In essence as he meditated on the stars in which he saw, he was the old sailor on a ship and charting his path by the light of the stars themselves. When the Harbinger came back out of hyperspace it was not where Tormentous had meant for it to be but it was not that far off. Accomplished, there was more refinement to be done and so he greeted the Force once more and began anew while the captain of the ship turned the vessel back around and prepared for the next jump - back to Moraband.


---INSTINCTIVE ASTROGATION CONTROL END - 1490 WORDS.

---BEGIN FORCE JUMP - 300

Eyes closed in meditation he sought to the task as the Force continued to well within his body per his absolute command. A torrent of energy buffeted his energy field and he continued to absorb the lot of it. Such power coursed through his body that he could feel the striking pain from a thousand knives all stabbing his mind to the Force’s touch. Such power - it came with such terrible and awful pain. Tormentous did not believe in the idea that anything at all was given for to him everything was earned and in every day of his existence he earned the right to be through his constant agonizing turmoil. This turmoil however was nothing more than a tool - in his great pain came the ability to be the master of his mind and body. These pains contributed to Force energy and this energy was without any doubt of a mighty potency and it was readily produced by the torrential pain that dug at him hour by hour and minute by minute.

So bad was the pain that blood seeped from his nose from overpressure of the mind. In this he took with both hands the Dark Side of the Force and it gathered around him like a storm. Thunder rolled in his mind as the Force was absorbed by his energy field. A dam set against a tidal force of the Force itself. The incredible power beheld his might and so he put it towards his means.

With the Force gathered to him he began to shift it and mold it. As it sat the energy pent up and built here was in general - surrounding him. It was great in potency here and it was strong within him. This stage of the training would not be set to his needs and so he used the natural current of the Force against itself and he altered the flow to his will. Channeling the Force from his energy field he shifted it to meld within his body. Further pain wracked him at the Force’s every shift and touch but it was warm and its power was undeniable. So intoxicating was the power he was fully willing to mutilate his body for its bounty.

Within him now the Force was gathered to commission upon his unbending will. It sought escape. He sought its use as a tool - a weapon. Extending his will through his body the Force began to glow within the ethereal in reflection of its compressed form within him. He had to focus hard here as it was difficult to manipulate so much Force power yet he managed with some time, effort - and to his great dismay - patience.

Shifting the Force further now he set the energies down into his hips, thighs, shins, knees, ankles, feet and even his toes. So much energy burned within these appendages with a fire he could not easily or readily ignore. Looking up now he viewed a high section upon his great Citadel here on Moraband. Yes - he desired to reach it that he didn’t have to take the stairs.

Funneling the energies he readied his stance and looked to the area he so desired.

He leaped up.

The air rushed passed him in a blur of motion. The fire in his lower body never extinguished as the Force exploded in his passing wake.

He landed.

Not at the targeted peak but just where he’d leaped from. His mighty leap hadn’t been to reach the stars. Nor had he managed much jump at all than what was physically capable. The Force hadn’t projected him to incredible heights and he stood there in failure as his “leap” was no more than a bit of a hop.

He looked behind him as he heard a stir - several servants were there and as he turned to meet them they scurried away like mice with snickering on their breaths. He roared in anger and made to chase them and destroy their very souls for this disrespect but instead of running at them his body was flung forth. Like a ragdoll he flew from the built up energies he’d absorbed. He had in fact managed to leap with the power of the Force - just not as he had planned and instead he found himself in a horizontal leap. Flying through the air he crashed rather unceremoniously into the half wall which pitched him over the top in a heap. He glared up at the sky.

He’d succeeded in his goals here today and learned the technique Force Jump - it would take a bit of refinement and a lot more patience to perfect so it seemed. When he got to his feet he started walking back to the Citadel and straight towards the stairs.

---END FORCE JUMP - 823