It seemed the Vahla and the Kiffar were of the same kind. Though Gram did offer a reply to the Kiffar’s words even as he mentally prepared himself for what was to come.
“I couldn’t agree with you more. Consider yourself excused... just don’t get us killed.”
Truthfully, being that this was the first time Gram had ever encountered a Rancor and so was slightly out of his element. Not to say that he hadn’t faced abominations in the past, or beasts of great stature. However, those creatures paled in comparison to the aura of natural savagery and might a rancor gave off. Gram would have joined the Jedi in attempting to enter the beast’s mind - however he knew the method that he was taught was too aggressive. Less suggestion and more a command. And that would not have sat well with a predator of any kind - those beings unwilling to compromise to those they considered prey.
Gram rolled to his feet as the Rancor’s left crashed downwards, catching his momentum and preventing himself from being toppled to the ground from the shockwave of the single stomp. He continued to dash a short distance away, determined to draw its attention from the Jedi should his attempt at ‘giving it a chance’ failed. The words that the other Jedi confirmed their mission was a success.
Though his focus was more presently oriented - as the Kiffar began to grip at the Rancor’s legs, Gram began to focus on the palms of his hands. Pooling a whirlwind of energy into his mind’s eye and making it thusly in reality. The rancor attempted to move, and as it did so, the Vahla waited patiently - shifting his focus between energizing a possible attack and his target - the Rancor’s forehead. Sufficient force to that part of the skull usually knocked any being unconscious, and though it would likely require several bouts of pushes to achieve, Gram was more than willing to unleash torrent after torrent of kinetic blasts.
Enough is enough, Rancor
The Van Alasdaire’s focus was broken momentarily as he realized that in the gap of time it took him to concentrate on potential force blasts, the Kiffar had taken to walking directly at the beast. More so, his aura in the force had mounted to a point that he was nearly indistinguishable from the aura of the lifeforms about him. It was an impressive feat, similar to Gram’s own use of aura manipulation to vanish from sight on occasion. Adding on to the complexity of the ability the Jedi was unleashing, he could also hear the words in his mind.
The Rancor, once preparing to tear them both asunder, was now calm. Though the Vahla did not like how close it was to his person, and in second nature did not like how close it was to the Jedi. Through the Force, however, he sensed that its aggression had past. It was now... almost happy. Happy that it realized it was not alone, that it would not be harmed based on it’s predatory abilities, nor the threat it potentially posed. At that moment, Gram understood the rancor - understood that like him, it had the potential to be more than merely a beast. And like that, the mystic’s caution and apprehension vanished away. He released his concentration, the energy pools dissipating. And all was at peace as the creature returned to it’s forests, the domain over which it rules, freed of the shackles of a guardian.
“Isen Ramm, eh? Gram Van Alasdaire. A friend of your Order. Quite an impressive show of control, Master Jedi.”
As he spoke, Gram went back to his old vice and withdrew a small metallic pipe from his robes, puffing on the calming herbs within. It helped him concentrate, an old tradition from his home world.
“I couldn’t agree with you more. Consider yourself excused... just don’t get us killed.”
Truthfully, being that this was the first time Gram had ever encountered a Rancor and so was slightly out of his element. Not to say that he hadn’t faced abominations in the past, or beasts of great stature. However, those creatures paled in comparison to the aura of natural savagery and might a rancor gave off. Gram would have joined the Jedi in attempting to enter the beast’s mind - however he knew the method that he was taught was too aggressive. Less suggestion and more a command. And that would not have sat well with a predator of any kind - those beings unwilling to compromise to those they considered prey.
Gram rolled to his feet as the Rancor’s left crashed downwards, catching his momentum and preventing himself from being toppled to the ground from the shockwave of the single stomp. He continued to dash a short distance away, determined to draw its attention from the Jedi should his attempt at ‘giving it a chance’ failed. The words that the other Jedi confirmed their mission was a success.
Though his focus was more presently oriented - as the Kiffar began to grip at the Rancor’s legs, Gram began to focus on the palms of his hands. Pooling a whirlwind of energy into his mind’s eye and making it thusly in reality. The rancor attempted to move, and as it did so, the Vahla waited patiently - shifting his focus between energizing a possible attack and his target - the Rancor’s forehead. Sufficient force to that part of the skull usually knocked any being unconscious, and though it would likely require several bouts of pushes to achieve, Gram was more than willing to unleash torrent after torrent of kinetic blasts.
Enough is enough, Rancor
The Van Alasdaire’s focus was broken momentarily as he realized that in the gap of time it took him to concentrate on potential force blasts, the Kiffar had taken to walking directly at the beast. More so, his aura in the force had mounted to a point that he was nearly indistinguishable from the aura of the lifeforms about him. It was an impressive feat, similar to Gram’s own use of aura manipulation to vanish from sight on occasion. Adding on to the complexity of the ability the Jedi was unleashing, he could also hear the words in his mind.
The Rancor, once preparing to tear them both asunder, was now calm. Though the Vahla did not like how close it was to his person, and in second nature did not like how close it was to the Jedi. Through the Force, however, he sensed that its aggression had past. It was now... almost happy. Happy that it realized it was not alone, that it would not be harmed based on it’s predatory abilities, nor the threat it potentially posed. At that moment, Gram understood the rancor - understood that like him, it had the potential to be more than merely a beast. And like that, the mystic’s caution and apprehension vanished away. He released his concentration, the energy pools dissipating. And all was at peace as the creature returned to it’s forests, the domain over which it rules, freed of the shackles of a guardian.
“Isen Ramm, eh? Gram Van Alasdaire. A friend of your Order. Quite an impressive show of control, Master Jedi.”
As he spoke, Gram went back to his old vice and withdrew a small metallic pipe from his robes, puffing on the calming herbs within. It helped him concentrate, an old tradition from his home world.
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