Burning the wings(force apps)

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Burning the wings(force apps)

Post by Neive Undant » Wed Apr 17, 2019 6:16 pm

Prazutis entered the Sparrowhawk for the first time. He was pleased that he had been allowed to use such a vessel for his own business as a member of the empire. Such a thing was almost miraculous, being able to return to such a ship almost as his own.

"High Inquisitor!"

Prazutis turned his attention to the approaching commander. He nodded and listened as the commander spoke.

"A pleasure to have you aboard. I'm sure we will do great things together."

"As am I, commander." Prazutis replied.

"Your quarters are near the gymnasium area, as to give you a place to train both body and mind. If there are any needs, please let me or a member of my crew know. Otherwise, I welcome you aboard."

Prazutis nodded as the commander walked away after a brief salute. Then, he began his quick examination of the ship.

It was fairly standard, everything that was needed was there. He saw the empty gymnasium, and thought it would be a nice place to introduce a training droid into for when he needed to train in his lightsaber skills. Then, soon after, he saw his private quarters.

The room was fairly dull, with a wooden desk, toiletries, and a metal bed resting in the corner. For someone with more... physical dependencies, it would be perfect.

But for Prazutis, who needed not most of these things, it was unnecessary.

Prazutis first took everything out of the room, lining the wall with the bed, desk and chair, and once they were detached, the walls for the toiletries, along with an empty crate meant to hold his personal belongings.

Prazutis then cut off the water supply to his quarters specifically before removing the metal disposal system as well.

Once he had done that, he used the walls to replace the tiles int he bathroom with metal that mostly matched the rest of the flooring.

"Um... high inquisitor, what's going on here?"

Prazutis looked back at the commander who was as confused as anyone could be, staring at everything, including the bathroom sink, sitting in the hallway outside someone's quarters.

"My apologies. I simply wished to rearrange things."

The commander looked in at the stripped, bare room behind Prazutis a moment, then back at the objects lining the wall.

"Well, as long as there's nothing on the wall once you're finished, it shouldn't be a problem."

Prazutis nodded before examining the room once more, the commander walking away.
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Re: Burning the wings(force apps)

Post by Neive Undant » Wed Apr 17, 2019 7:16 pm

Prazutis stepped into the now empty room he called his quarters, pulling the empty crate in with him before he turned, facing the door, and beginning to reach out.

(Begin app: force lv 11)
(word requirement: 1,100 words)
(begin)

Prazutis reached out to the force, feeling the dark side that was within him radiate out into the environment as he called upon the force. The empty room around him slowly began to groan as the concentration of dark side energy began the unnatural corruption that the dark side tended to relay to everything that was in its path. However, it seemed that the only way to cause this is to concentrate the energy enough that it had a clear path. Prazutis felt the energy within him, looking at the walls and floor of the room. If he wanted, he could continue building upon the power he already had, perhaps build it up within him even more.

However, this time Prazutis decided to try a tactic different to what he was used to in order to complete the step to the next level of Force mastery.
Prazutis took a seat on the metal floor of the ship, clearing his mind of distractions as he focused on a small crate that sat in front of him. Prazutis took a moment to collect himself before he put his hand out, easily bringing the crate off the ground, about eye level with the usual human standing. Such a simple step, it was time that Prazutis focused not on gaining power, but rather to focus on perfecting his current powers.

Prazutis focused first on holding the crate in the air. For the moment, it was empty, and as such, it was easy to hold as Prazutis brought out his lightsaber, focusing on the crate hanging in the air as he took his lightsaber apart. He needed to test his ability to multitask, his focus on more than one thing at a time. He needed to be able to act while still holding his concentration on the object he’s holding with the force.

Prazutis soon put his lightsaber back together, keeping the crate in the air above him easily. he had decent concentration on the crate still, so it was time to push his limits in another way.

Prazutis slowly moved the box out of the room he sat in, letting the box flow through the hallway away from Prazutis. Through the ship the crate flowed, staying up in the air. Prazutis gradually had to put more focus, more concentration into the act of moving it and keeping it up until the Crate reached the bridge. There, Prazutis tried all he could to keep the box there, but after a second, the metal crate fell to the floor with a distinct noise ringing out through the bridge.

Prazutis walked out of the room, putting both of his arms out and used the opportunity to test one more thing. Into the air, the crate rose once more, Prazutis pushing everything out of his mind but the metal crate he now held onto. He drew upon the force, feeling the temperature drop around him as the cold of the dark side enveloped Prazutis’ armor once more. He felt the isolation of his mind from the environment around him, and also felt the dark side’s energy surrounding the box, holding it up eye level with Prazutis.

He suddenly pulled his arms back, feeling the flow of the force fire the crate back towards Prazutis. he looked at the metal box as it flew at tremendous speed towards him before he pulled his arm back, the force’s energy drawing into his hand before he struck the empty container, bending its sides around his arm before the box fell to the floor.

Prazutis looked at the box before he grabbed the mangled container, tossing it aside as he returned to the empty room that he had been training within. From there, Prazutis thought for a moment. He wasn’t used to feeling the chills that came with the dark side. He wondered what brought it about? It was a different feeling than he had felt from the dark side usually.

Prazutis knelt down once more, calling upon the force once more. All around him, he felt the cold begin to return, he felt his armor’s reaction to the force, his own reactions through his feelings, however he needed to push past this.

Prazutis focused on his environment as he drew the force to him, the cold extending into the room, though it was not Prazutis’ doing. He only observed as the dark energy flowed through the room to him, the room itself growing colder as the concentration of energy was not only within Prazutis, but within the area around him as well, corrupting the room without his intent. This time, rather than focusing the energy in on himself, he simply focused the dark side’s concentration on the area around him. Not trying to power himself up, but instead immersing himself in the dark energy that empowered him, in order to have a place in which he could return when he needed to.

The interior of Prazutis’ private office continued its slow, eerie groaning as the metal walls themselves were burned and darkened with the corruption from the vile, sinister energy that Prazutis had brought upon the room. From the reflective silver that he had noticed entering the office to now a dark grey, almost black as the force reacted to this sudden change of energy, the influx of dark energy to a singular spot in the galaxy…

The walls began to warp with an ear piercing hiss barely audible from outside the door of his quarters. The floor groaned in protest and yet, soon turned to the same black as the walls had degraded into, meanwhile the ceiling above him followed suit, all of them an unnatural, coarse black on top of the usual shined silver that the room was originally lined and decorated with. More and more, the room’s shiny interior became a grotesque, mangled monster of a dwelling, seared and cindered as if a fire had erupted, consuming the entire room around Prazutis, yet the damage had only been cosmetic.

Finally, Prazutis stopped the influx of energy, the corrupt room around him now bled with dark side energy into something far more sinister than what he had began with. However, the room was not the only thing that Prazutis noticed had changed. The energy that he had drawn upon reflected not only in the room around him, but it also held a new level of power within Prazutis himself. He felt the dark side in every inch of the room, and though this had not been his intent, it resonated within him and allowed him to reflect on this energy as he had taken another step to learning the force: not only did he gain power in himself, but he saw the force’s reaction to his calling, his drawing upon the force. The force had no way to resist him any longer, and now, when he called upon it to bend to his will, not only would it do so, but now he could see that the energy around him was so powerful, it provoked a reaction in the force around him, an unnatural, twisted reaction… but in a way, it was perfect.

(end force app: force lv 11)
(word requirement: 1,100 words)
(word count: 1,194)

The commander walked into the room, the door opening and he stared for a minute at the still empty room, seeing the black, cindered metal that made up the entirety of the room he now looked into.

"What the..."

Prazutis looked at the man as he walked towards the door.

"It looks much better now... wouldn't you say?"

The commander stared at the walls, noticing that while they were burned and such, that the structure was undamaged.

"It's still stable... I suppose it'll be fine. But please talk to me before the next time you decide to 'redecorate.' I'd like to keep the ship intact, if that suits you."

Prazutis was already pulling the desk and chair back in with the force, setting them in the middle of the room.

"Of course, commander. I don't believe I'll want anything else done, but I will speak with you regarding such if I desire to."

Prazutis stepped out of the room, picking up the mangled crate and setting it on the mattress, along with the toiletries before picking them all up into the air with the force, having to try just a bit to keep such a heavy set pile of things up as he walked with them down the hall, back into the storage area.
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Re: Burning the wings(force apps)

Post by Neive Undant » Tue Apr 30, 2019 6:17 pm

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Re: Burning the wings(force apps)

Post by Neive Undant » Thu May 02, 2019 6:51 pm

(FORCE APP EDIT)

(Begin app: force lv 11)
(word requirement: 1,100 words)
(begin)

Prazutis reached out to the force, feeling the dark side that was within him radiate out into the environment as he called upon the force. The empty room around him slowly began to groan as the concentration of dark side energy began the unnatural corruption that the dark side tended to relay to everything that was in its path. However, it seemed that the only way to cause this is to concentrate the energy enough that it had a clear path. Prazutis felt the energy within him, looking at the walls and floor of the room. If he wanted, he could continue building upon the power he already had, perhaps build it up within him even more.

However, this time Prazutis decided to try a tactic different to what he was used to in order to complete the step to the next level of Force mastery.
Prazutis took a seat on the metal floor of the ship, clearing his mind of distractions as he focused on a small crate that sat in front of him. Prazutis took a moment to collect himself before he put his hand out, easily bringing the crate off the ground, about eye level with the usual human standing. Such a simple step, it was time that Prazutis focused not on gaining power, but rather to focus on perfecting his current powers.

Prazutis focused first on holding the crate in the air. For the moment, it was empty, and as such, it was easy to hold as Prazutis brought out his lightsaber, focusing on the crate hanging in the air as he took his lightsaber apart. He needed to test his ability to multitask, his focus on more than one thing at a time. He needed to be able to act while still holding his concentration on the object he’s holding with the force.

Prazutis divides his attention as he looked at the hilt that he held just in front of him, his hands now in his lap as he focused on keeping both of the objects in the air for a moment. Once he had confidence in his concentration on both items staying in the air, Prazutis slowly diverted his attention to the hilt.

Turning it horizontally, he reached out even further within the force, using it to unscrew the pommel of the blade from the rest of the metal handle, letting the pommel rest on the metal floor before he slowly guided the power cell of the blade out of the metal handle, the wires within bringing the crystal chamber to follow suit. However, Prazutis stopped a moment as he noticed his focus was faltering from the box for just a moment. He kept the lightsaber handle still as he focused on the metal container for just a moment, regaining his concentration before going back to his lightsaber, pulling out the rest of the inner workings of the metal handle.

Once they were resting beside the pommel, he focused on the box, opening the top to reveal the emptiness of the container inside.

Prazutis soon put his lightsaber back together, keeping the crate in the air above him with much less struggle than before. He had decent concentration on the crate still, so it was time to push his limits in another way.

Prazutis slowly moved the box out of the room he sat in, letting the box flow through the hallway away from Prazutis. Through the ship the crate flowed, staying up in the air. Prazutis gradually had to put more focus, more concentration into the act of moving it and keeping it up until the Crate reached the bridge. There, Prazutis tried all he could to keep the box there, but after a second, the metal crate fell to the floor with a distinct noise ringing out through the bridge.

Prazutis walked out of the room, putting both of his arms out and used the opportunity to test one more thing. Into the air, the crate rose once more, Prazutis pushing everything out of his mind but the metal crate he now held onto. He drew upon the force, feeling the temperature drop around him as the cold of the dark side enveloped Prazutis’ armor once more. He felt the isolation of his mind from the environment around him, and also felt the dark side’s energy surrounding the box, holding it up eye level with Prazutis.

He suddenly pulled his arms back, feeling the flow of the force fire the crate back towards Prazutis. he looked at the metal box as it flew at tremendous speed towards him before he pulled his arm back, the force’s energy drawing into his hand before he struck the empty container, bending its sides around his arm before the box fell to the floor.

Prazutis looked at the box before he grabbed the mangled container, tossing it aside as he returned to the empty room that he had been training within. From there, Prazutis thought for a moment. He wasn’t used to feeling the chills that came with the dark side. He wondered what brought it about? It was a different feeling than he had felt from the dark side usually.

Prazutis knelt down once more, calling upon the force once more. All around him, he felt the cold begin to return, he felt his armor’s reaction to the force, his own reactions through his feelings, however he needed to push past this.

Prazutis focused on his environment as he drew the force to him, the cold extending into the room, though it was not Prazutis’ doing. He only observed as the dark energy flowed through the room to him, the room itself growing colder as the concentration of energy was not only within Prazutis, but within the area around him as well, corrupting the room without his intent. This time, rather than focusing the energy in on himself, he simply focused the dark side’s concentration on the area around him. Not trying to power himself up, but instead immersing himself in the dark energy that empowered him, in order to have a place in which he could return when he needed to.

The interior of Prazutis’ private office continued its slow, eerie groaning as the metal walls themselves were burned and darkened with the corruption from the vile, sinister energy that Prazutis had brought upon the room. From the reflective silver that he had noticed entering the office to now a dark grey, almost black as the force reacted to this sudden change of energy, the influx of dark energy to a singular spot in the galaxy…

The walls began to warp with an ear piercing hiss barely audible from outside the door of his quarters. The floor groaned in protest and yet, soon turned to the same black as the walls had degraded into, meanwhile the ceiling above him followed suit, all of them an unnatural, coarse black on top of the usual shined silver that the room was originally lined and decorated with. More and more, the room’s shiny interior became a grotesque, mangled monster of a dwelling, seared and cindered as if a fire had erupted, consuming the entire room around Prazutis, yet the damage had only been cosmetic.

Finally, Prazutis stopped the influx of energy, the corrupt room around him now bled with dark side energy into something far more sinister than what he had began with. However, the room was not the only thing that Prazutis noticed had changed. The energy that he had drawn upon reflected not only in the room around him, but it also held a new level of power within Prazutis himself. He felt the dark side in every inch of the room, and though this had not been his intent, it resonated within him and allowed him to reflect on this energy as he had taken another step to learning the force: not only did he gain power in himself, but he saw the force’s reaction to his calling, his drawing upon the force. The force had no way to resist him any longer, and now, when he called upon it to bend to his will, not only would it do so, but now he could see that the energy around him was so powerful, it provoked a reaction in the force around him, an unnatural, twisted reaction… but in a way, it was perfect.

(End force app)
(Word requirement: 1,100)
(Word count: 1,400)
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Re: Burning the wings(force apps)

Post by Neive Undant » Thu May 16, 2019 6:08 pm

Prazutis walked into the empty gymnasium of the Sparrowhawk, thinking to himself as he walked to the middle of the room. Within it was only a single lightsaber training droid, its humanoid form stagnant as it sat in deactivation.

(Begin force app: Force Lightning)
(Word requirement: 1,100)
(begin)

Prazutis began his next step into the force’s many abilities by looking within his armor, feeling the force’s energy balled up within the metal apparel, his spirit holding and maintaining the Force energy that circulated through his spirit and through the armor itself. However, for this, he needed to do more than simply observe before he began this attempt at discharging the energy he now looked upon.

Prazutis began to call upon the energy, harnessing it and guiding a large amount of it into the armor’s arms and down into the fingertips, letting the energy build and press against the metal until it was pressurized, the energy becoming more concentrated and in such, more volatile. Prazutis focused his rage on the energy as well, feeling the cold begin to move in as the energy began to corrupt, the metal in his armor already almost black from the dark side’s corruption enough that he need not worry about warping or corrupting the metal any further than it already was.

With the energy within prazutis now both darkened and concentrated, Prazutis looked to the deactivated training droid he had prepared for his pilot to use in his training. For a moment, Prazutis thought, before going for the ability outright.

Prazutis threw one hand of his armor out towards the droid, letting his rage push the energy into physical being. However, as he watched on, nothing happened next…

Prazutis looked at his hand a moment, thinking before putting his hand out again, already even more irritated by his own failure as he pressed the energy farther, before making a realization: He had the force bending to his will, yet he didn’t exactly hold a specific will on what he wanted to happen. Rather than focusing the energy into what he willed it to be, he wasn’t commanding it to be anything, only for it to stream from his hand into the area around him. A foolish mistake, but one he needed to fix.

Prazutis guided his thoughts into what he wanted the power to manifest as… guided destruction, a web of darkness that would disintegrate everything it touches…

it would be electric.

Within the span of one second, Prazutis saw a flash as bolts of electricity flew all around him, striking everything around him and snapping back to hit his armor as well, sending him flying backwards and to the ground. Rather than a stream as he had commanded, the force lightning sent out in a wave, like a cloud of gas being ignited… What had happened?

Prazutis sat up, smoke emanating from his armor in the spots that the lightning had struck the same person who sent it. Looking back at his armor’s hand, he noticed the fingertips glowed red just slightly, still red hot from the electricity conducted through them for that split second. Prazutis thought for a moment as he stood up once more, thinking to himself. He needed more control over the electricity that would be flowing through his fingertips if he wanted to effectively use such a power. However, at least now he had an idea of how to manifest the power once he concentrated it.

Prazutis then had to start the ballad over again, the power he manifested lost into the force’s flow. So, from that point, he was back to square one.

Just as before, Prazutis concentrated his efforts on the energy within his armor, drawing upon it and building it up within his arms, pressurizing it and letting it bathe in the darkness within him, darkening and corrupting itself into what Prazutis needed from it. More and more power he stored within the two limbs of his armor, feeling the metal plating strain from holding so much at a single time. Once he felt he had drawn enough, in a quick motion, Prazutis put one arm out, seeing what he wanted to happen…
The power within him, becoming physical, the intricate web of energy, flowing through the air to become electricity, destroying the training droid in front of him…

Prazutis watched as blue light emanated from his fingertips, expecting the flow that he had heard about in the past, but rather than controlled direction from he force lightning, Prazutis watched as the lightning shot in all directions, hooking to whatever metal was around him, the floor, the ceiling, and son, the lightning jumped back once more to burn and sear his armor before he pulled his arm back, becoming frustrated. Looking at the dormant droid, Prazutis took a step forward, putting both arms out and with a war yell, he felt the electricity shoot in all directions, a giant web of lightning flying in all directions. He felt in spots where his armor was getting hit by the lightning, everywhere from his armor’s torso, to its arms and legs, before one strain of lightning went directly into the glass eye hole of his helmet, shattering the tinted glass and giving Prazutis pause as he was knocked back by the arc for just a moment, the electricity dissipating into the air.

Black smoke and red embers flowed from the spot of the eye hole that the lightning struck. Prazutis took only a moment to note this. He wasn’t invincible after all, and seeing this, he acknowledged he was still alive, could still be killed, though perhaps not in a physical sense… he wasn’t sure of his own state of being, but it mattered not in this instance.

Prazutis thought for a moment about what it was that he could be doing wrong. He was able to manifest the power, yet his control over it was still lacking. Perhaps it was too much power that he was putting into it?

Looking back at his armor, Prazutis noted the small bits of smoke perforating his armor from where the lightning had turned on him, exemplifying the fact he had failed thus far. however, perhaps the reason he failed was because he was accomplishing it too well?

Prazutis took a second to regulate his energy, returning it to the rate he always let it flow. Then, putting his arm out, Prazutis simply pressurized what was already there, and looking forward, he manifested his thoughts.

in front of him, a small amount of electricity shot from his fingertips. It was nothing that would be immediately lethal, but it was a start. The small web of power, firing from his fingertips into the air, into the floor, but as he kept watch over it, never did it jump back to affect him as it shot forward. He then put out his other hand, not pulling hardly any power from the force’s flow and again manifesting his will int he force, a second small web joining the first in arcing into the air in front of him. Prazutis slowly drew upon the force, observing the lightning he pressed into the air, not letting fatigue bring him down as he gradually added more power until he found his limit, seeing a couple arcs jut out to the side rather than forward.

Prazutis let his armor’s hands stop, looking at the droid in front of him. While he never got to attack it, he now found his limits for this power, along with grasping the concept of the manifestation that he could use in the learning of other abilities.

(end force app: Force Lightning)
(word requirement: 1,100)
(word count: 1,225)
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