Controlling the Force

[Pyromaniac]

Zoroc was in the Sith Archives, studying hard. He had heard of a power named Tutaminis, and so was here to learn this power. The power to absorb a blaster bolt, or even block a lightsaber with one's bare hands... If he was to become a True Sith, he needed this ability, in the case he had to defend himself against any pistol jockey, Jedi, or Sith, that tried to kill him. Yes, it was necessary...

Many Force users applied this technique, and he would be no different, but to him, it was better to have it and not need it, than to need it and not have it. After all, he wished to exact revenge and cut down the Jedi, and survive. Grima taught him the will to survive, and it was because of her influence he was learning this skill now.

Zoroc was meditating, listening to the Holocron as it explained the skill and how to channel it into a working ability in combat. Once it was finished explaining, and demonstrating in holo-recording, he decided to test it...

The Zabrak walked towards the training grounds, his hood up, lightsabers on his belt. A few Acolytes avoided his presence as he moved down the halls, wary of him. He'd received a lot of rude and snide comments when he arrived, and the fact that a recluse like him was forced out of his comfort zone to become a Sith made it worse. Now, only a few insulted him. Only a few tried to get in his way when he trained. Those who did usually ended up with scars, both mental and physical, but none were killed... not yet.

Marek was at the training grounds when he arrived, as were other Acolytes and Masters. Zoroc paid Marek no mind, and for once, the male did the same to him. A few others were under the same Force Persuasion as he, but Zoroc made no move to activate his sleeper agents... not yet.

So much planning, and so little time.

He set the training droids to shoot at him with single shot blasters for now, until he could properly apply this ability without much incident. The first bolt was fired, and Zoroc raised his hand...

And then screamed as the bolt burned his flesh. He glared at the droid, and yelled, "Again!"

(OOC: THIS THREAD IS AN OPEN TRAINING THREAD)

 

[Pyromaniac]

Zoroc growled, weakened blaster bolts biting into his skin. He caught the next bolt with his hand, and was able to take it into his body. He felt a good amount of drain from his body, but then again, this power was not meant to replenish, it was meant to defend. The bolt fired again, and Zoroc was able to caught it, but only absorb a small fraction of the energy. The rest bit into his flesh again.

However, the Zabrak was stubborn and he would not give up yet.

They fired again, and this time the Zabrak caught the bolt and absorbed it, dissipating the energy as best he could. Finally, he called for a second droid, and gave it the instructions to fire at him. When both did, he caught the bolts and absorbed them, but they still hurt a little.

He was no master yet, but he would continue...

 

[Pyromaniac]

Two hours had passed. Then three... Four...

Zoroc was panting, his body covered in sweat, but his eyes were focused, predatory. Three droids fired at him simultaneously and he responded by deflecting two with his bare hands, and catching the third with his right hand, absorbing the energy. He grinned. Basic absorption was easy now, and so was dissipating/deflecting the bolts. He would probably not be able to take on a barrage of blaster bolts yet, but that would come in time.

Biting his lip, Zoroc felt a disturbance. His eyes widened and he activated his lightsaber, holding it behind his head and down so the blade was aligned with his spine. The blade caught another lightsaber, blocked it, and Zoroc Force Jumped a good ten feet away from his attacker. He saw it was a group of Sith, and they looked proud of themselves. One, the leader, had a lightsaber, while the rest were wielding practice sabers.

He sighed. This one, the leader, was known as Barren. Barren was a human male, about six feet tall and all muscle with a shaved head. He was a trained Sith Acolyte, on his way to becoming a Sith Warrior, and the others were simply his nobody cronies. Stupid, blind, cronies.

Zoroc wanted to hurl at such blind loyalty. But he kept it in, and instead gave them a look that could kill.

"So, Zabrak, we've been watching you practice your new little power. So, tell me, what is it? What ability does a thin, little slave like you think you can master?" Barren said, a grin on his face.

Zoroc blinked and stood straight, feeding on the Dark Side of the Academy to replenish his strength. He'd been doing this regularly, ever since Dantooine. Force Exhaustion would never take him again.

"Hardly any concern of yours, Human." Zoroc answered, scanning his surroundings. No one seemed to care what was going on, and that pleased him. "Run along now, I have things to take care of."

Barren took a large step forward, his saber humming. "How about... no?"

 

[Pyromaniac]

Zoroc sighed and silently called upon the Dark Side, making eye contact with Barren. Lightsaber still blazing, the Zabrak gave a spine chilling smile. "Are you sure you wish to get in my way, Barren? Plenty before you have tried, it'd be smart to leave me be."

Barren wasn't listening. One of his cronies grabbed his arm, tried to tell him it wasn't a good idea, but Barren Force Pushed him backwards, sending him a good ten feet away.

"Get him!"

The remaining three tried to rush him at once. Zoroc got battle ready and waited. When they were close, he slashed through one of the training sabers, parried the second before giving the boy a shallow cut on the thigh with his lightsaber, and then caught the third with his bare hand.

Zoroc smiled as he used Tutaminis in a combat situation. "That was helpful." The training saber was yanked out of the boy's hands and it's hilt was sliced in two by Zoroc's lightsaber, before being tossed away. "Are you done?"

 

[Pyromaniac]

Barren was furious. The large human male jumped Zoroc, lightsaber ignited. Zoroc's eyes went from celebratory to cold as he ignited his own lightsaber. Firmly grasped in his right hand, Zoroc blocked the downward slash that was Barren's opening attack. The Zabrak directed a Force Push at Barren's right shoulder, causing him to lean to the left just enough to Zoroc to parry his blade the way Barren was leaning, causing the big human to stumble. Zoroc then spun clockwise and used his lightsaber to cut into Barren's right bicep. Not deep enough to take it off, or deaden the limb, but enough to disable it for the time being.

The human switched hands, his lightsaber now in his left, before taking a risky stab for Zoroc's stomach. The Zabrak quickly used Force Speed and drew his second lightsaber from within his robes into his left hand, ignited it, and spun once again, this time counterclockwise. Zoroc's left saber collided with Barren's saber, smacking the blow safely away, while also bringing his right lightsaber into his own jab, for Barren's kneecap.

Barren Jumped straight into the air, and spun with a horizontal slash, hoping to behead Zoroc.

Zoroc summersaulted forward, under Barren, to stand up behind him, and use Force Pull the same time Barren touched down and spun for a diagonal slash. One of the unarmed cronies was yanked forward and sent flying straight for Barren's back, where he collided and sent his leader sprawling moments after Zoroc flipped into the air again, and landed on the ground beside the Warrior in training.

When Zoroc came down, he brought his lightsaber through Barren's left hand, and his lightsaber.

The scream Barren let out was one Zoroc took a great, sadistic pleasure in hearing.