Finally the true nature of the Spirit was revealed, as well as it's intent. Whether it was the unforeseen use of the Sith Lord's growing knowledge of the ancient Sith dark practices, or the continued defiance and resistance against the Spirit's actions that she had proven herself to be more than a simple puppet that would serve as a means of entertainment for the ancient spectre.
The tone of the spirit had shifted away from the sickly sweet tone of false promises, instead now the words were carried not with anger, malice but with a level of confidence and indifference. A familiar trait and tone displayed by those of high standing and power. One that she had often used herself, when dealing with those who stood below below her, either within the Sith or within the political structure of Bakuran society.
Whether it was perhaps a mutual understanding that each counterpart were not be trifled with - or even if it was a faint glimmer of respect being displayed. The Spirit had dropped all of it's pretence, to state that it was here to test the Sith Lord. That was as the spirit had now came to stand almost face to face with the Sith Lord, before placing a physical blow to her chest, followed by a surge of Force energy that was accompanied by a brief flash of green light. Even as her body was cast backwards and connected with the stone surface of the tomb chamber, the Sith Lord's mind was silently processing everything that she had witnessed so far.
Perhaps, it was the impact against the ground that things were shaken loose, but there was a faint and extremely brief glimpse to confirm that the suspicions that this was all a trick. But it would take time for her to act on her suspicions, as potent and powerful that the Sith lord may be, it stood for nothing without her calculated purpose. With a grunt, the blonde balled her hands into fists, before pushing herself back onto her feet in continued defiance of the Spirit.
Her brow narrowing as she listened to the voice of the Spirit that was once again resonating within her mind. "The Incantation may have failed" Alyse stated firmly, before taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, pooling all the throbbing pain that resided within her and focusing and concentrating it within her. "I may not know who you are Spirit" she added as her eyes opened once again, revealing the deathly milky state of her eyes. "But you will soon know me"
An audible sigh passed the elder zeltron, as a hand raised to press against the brow of his head, chunky fingers drawing tightly against the flesh of his head. It seemed that his 'daughter' seemed to have the right answer for everything around her, but still could not see the answer that sat right beneath her own nose it seemed. The father's gaze remained fixed on the floor ahead of him, lingering for a tense and awkward moment for the Jedi before his gaze eventually raised to meet the Jedi Master's. "The Guidelines of the Police help the Jedi order? The use of the Force is no different as to how you would a weapon. Being a Jedi is a process" the visage of her father spoke, before raising up to his full height with a groan.
His form towering over the Zeltron Jedi, grew even more intimidating with each step that he took closing the distance between the two. His brown eyes looking hard into his daughters, before a club like hand raised up towards her. "You use too much of this" he spoke, as a large finger extended and was firmly pressed against the Jedi Master's head, even if he was just an apparition, the sensation felt was not false. Before the Jedi could comment or even counter her father the hand moved downwards, before pressing firmly against her chest bone "But you have forgotten to use this"
As the hand retreated, it briefly raised up so that the extended finger would draw the Jedi's chin upwards so she could lock her gaze with that of the vision of her father. "My little Dreamer, you have forgotten who you are" the elder Zeltron spoke, his voice carrying a disheartened tone. "Look inside yourself, you are more than what you have become, you are more than the mask that you choose to wear"
"Wearing a mask conceals who you truly are. Only when the mask is removed the true self is revealed" the father spoke as he backed away, before once again sitting down on his unseen perch with a familiar grunt. "You measure yourself against the ideals and standards of the Jedi Order...." he added as he shifted his posture back into his forward lean, recreating a sight that the Jedi would undoubtedly recall from her upbringing as her father would part his words of wisdom to his young daughter. "But what of your own? You no longer measure yourself against yourself" the father continued, as his gaze rose up to meet his daughter's once again.
"What is the true meaning of courage?"
The tone of the spirit had shifted away from the sickly sweet tone of false promises, instead now the words were carried not with anger, malice but with a level of confidence and indifference. A familiar trait and tone displayed by those of high standing and power. One that she had often used herself, when dealing with those who stood below below her, either within the Sith or within the political structure of Bakuran society.
Whether it was perhaps a mutual understanding that each counterpart were not be trifled with - or even if it was a faint glimmer of respect being displayed. The Spirit had dropped all of it's pretence, to state that it was here to test the Sith Lord. That was as the spirit had now came to stand almost face to face with the Sith Lord, before placing a physical blow to her chest, followed by a surge of Force energy that was accompanied by a brief flash of green light. Even as her body was cast backwards and connected with the stone surface of the tomb chamber, the Sith Lord's mind was silently processing everything that she had witnessed so far.
Perhaps, it was the impact against the ground that things were shaken loose, but there was a faint and extremely brief glimpse to confirm that the suspicions that this was all a trick. But it would take time for her to act on her suspicions, as potent and powerful that the Sith lord may be, it stood for nothing without her calculated purpose. With a grunt, the blonde balled her hands into fists, before pushing herself back onto her feet in continued defiance of the Spirit.
Her brow narrowing as she listened to the voice of the Spirit that was once again resonating within her mind. "The Incantation may have failed" Alyse stated firmly, before taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, pooling all the throbbing pain that resided within her and focusing and concentrating it within her. "I may not know who you are Spirit" she added as her eyes opened once again, revealing the deathly milky state of her eyes. "But you will soon know me"
An audible sigh passed the elder zeltron, as a hand raised to press against the brow of his head, chunky fingers drawing tightly against the flesh of his head. It seemed that his 'daughter' seemed to have the right answer for everything around her, but still could not see the answer that sat right beneath her own nose it seemed. The father's gaze remained fixed on the floor ahead of him, lingering for a tense and awkward moment for the Jedi before his gaze eventually raised to meet the Jedi Master's. "The Guidelines of the Police help the Jedi order? The use of the Force is no different as to how you would a weapon. Being a Jedi is a process" the visage of her father spoke, before raising up to his full height with a groan.
His form towering over the Zeltron Jedi, grew even more intimidating with each step that he took closing the distance between the two. His brown eyes looking hard into his daughters, before a club like hand raised up towards her. "You use too much of this" he spoke, as a large finger extended and was firmly pressed against the Jedi Master's head, even if he was just an apparition, the sensation felt was not false. Before the Jedi could comment or even counter her father the hand moved downwards, before pressing firmly against her chest bone "But you have forgotten to use this"
As the hand retreated, it briefly raised up so that the extended finger would draw the Jedi's chin upwards so she could lock her gaze with that of the vision of her father. "My little Dreamer, you have forgotten who you are" the elder Zeltron spoke, his voice carrying a disheartened tone. "Look inside yourself, you are more than what you have become, you are more than the mask that you choose to wear"
"Wearing a mask conceals who you truly are. Only when the mask is removed the true self is revealed" the father spoke as he backed away, before once again sitting down on his unseen perch with a familiar grunt. "You measure yourself against the ideals and standards of the Jedi Order...." he added as he shifted his posture back into his forward lean, recreating a sight that the Jedi would undoubtedly recall from her upbringing as her father would part his words of wisdom to his young daughter. "But what of your own? You no longer measure yourself against yourself" the father continued, as his gaze rose up to meet his daughter's once again.
"What is the true meaning of courage?"