Kahl'l Nhbel Training

[darkhaert]

They had spent twenty months training and torturing Kahl'l Nhbel. There were little memories in those eighteen months that he remembered of being free. During those months he mostly remembered darkness, his nightmares, and defending himself to survive. If he was asleep his nightmares would keep him anxious. When he was awake he'd dodge lasers and struggle to keep alive. He was in a constant struggle to catch a breath.

They had also experimented on Kahl'l, despite his refusal. They inserted needles, and taken pieces of him. They would deprive him of oxygen or place in him in a room under extreme temperatures. Sometimes he would suddenly levitate inside a steel room, and he would be thrown against the steel wall. He could hear his bones crack sometimes. It was unbearable. But he'd lasted longer than he thought. He lasted longer than they thought. He was a freak of force sensitives, but the one doing the research called him an anomaly. Even though he lacked the potential to fully control the force, like any normal force sensitive, the force had given him enough to be a beast. And with their assistance he would be even more.

Kahl’l could not see their faces, nor hear their voices. But he could sense how insignificant he was against them. He thought, even if one of them were left, he’d still feel the immensity.

(He didn’t know, they were only two people.)


He was trained more often in the later months which made him feel not too distressed. The torturing occurred lesser than his training, and he’d start to hear one voice. The voice was muffled with distortions. The sex of the speaker could hardly be identified, but it was enough to return Kahl’l his sanity.

During the later months, he’d imitate lightsaber combat moves from an old hologram record. He would study movements of Jedis and Bogans from records. Then he’d listen to directions of the voice of where he should go and what he should do in the cruiser. He never found one single living organism on the ship. The only animate objects were machines and maintenance droids.

He was given a room to rest whenever he wishes it. He felt relaxation again. He felt human again. He was sure he was tortured, but he could not see scars on his body.

(He was tortured psychologically and mentally.)

(He was a warrior monk again.)

(His memories are not the same.)

(He is stronger, now.)


He was meditating when he heard the cruiser speaker. "Kahl'l, meet your father. He is waiting for you at the hangar."

He quickly ran off towards the docking bay. He remembered the ship well, after spending seven months in it. It didn't take him long with his speed to reach the hangar.

He bowed his head and said, "Thank you for taking care of me, O' great father Pseudon."

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

"My child..." He played the part well. Ledo had taken this anomaly and thrown him to the very wolves he'd soon become. The Fallanassi Master saw a great particular use for Kahl'l, and would exploit it to its fullest. What he had yet to understand, was why such a connection was formed between the two. Ledo sometimes wondered it, in fascination, of a new avenue towards greater understanding in power; as if this ones touch of the Force would extend his own in companionship. It was most unexpected, yet rational; as the scene at which Kahl'l was taken had been a most unsettling one for the male.

"You know I'd do anything for you." It was surreal, as the focused ambition based and self proclaimed Grandmaster suited his entire image to the pleasing of this pupil. His voice carried a smooth caring tone, not aiming with hate and fear like the others. His face was softened, not out of love or joy, through the twistings of dark energies; he sought to keep up a 'savior'-esque portrait of himself for the Force sensitive. Much of the time, Ledo was able to force his disciples through sheer will to do his bidding; yet every so often he'd come across those truly capable of such blind and powerful loyalty. It was through these bodies that Ledo would create his empire. Though even this was different than those loyal to his 'Ledo'. In this, had created a bond in the Force; unwillingly but most effectively. Ledo was, after all, an incredibly mistrusting old man; though he had gone through far worse pain in his lifetime to be throne by a mental instability.

The bond seemed to grow throughout Kahl'l's recovery, which suited Ledo nicely as he suffered little in comparison. Of course, it was Ledo himself who put the human through all of this; but it was for his own good. Ledo was an observer himself, and so he sought to learn; as Kahl'l would never become privy to that information, as his views of such things would have come straight from Ledo's mind in exploration. No matter.

Standing before his disciple, Ledo moved not a single muscle as his hood floated away to rest upon his shoulders; his bald head shimmering in the florescence. An echo of rippling energy hailed across the hanger as he did this, a slight effect in their close proximity together. The very vertical creases pinching down his cheeks lifted away as his eyes smiled upon the young man, reaching a hand in signaling. "Arise..." His very sound was of command in law, as if snow would fall merely by his words.

His stature, statuesque, as he tilted his head in lieu of any body motion. "Tell me, how do you feel?"

 

[darkhaert]

Kahl'l followed his command and rose. He responded, "I've been improving, father." Improving in all the arts, the combat styles, and his studies. His sensitivity towards Ledo was increasing, too. And with each encounter they share, their bond increases relatively. But from now on, Ledo would have to be visually present in Kahl'l's training to mark his imprint.

A voice sneaked through, passing all of Kahl'l's senses. The subject is currently stable. I've managed to introduce your image into him. But you need to have him naturally adapt to you, if you want him under your control. For now, his sensitivity is locked for yours alone to control. Most of his artificial and natural memories will serve you well.

But remember Ledo: you can't use him against the Jedis. The more he encounters light users, the more his corruption weakens.

He is physically well. Everything else is fine.

Additionally, you should know, that he's lightsaber training has been informal. Though, I'm sure you already had something in mind.

(It was the researcher's voice.)

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

Ledo followed his chin into a slight of a side nod to the researcher. It was either in great respect or great suspicion, but Ledo had trouble reading her at times. She was more than needed here, now; and this unique situation required unique knowledge.

However, now was the time to move forward and not question past decisions. Ledo already had plans for this one's advancement. Even now, in the researcher's reinforcement, did Ledo see the usefulness of his intended methods.

Taking Kahl'l on a walk with him, Ledo would lead him to their place of training. Though, in passing a room, Ledo's eyes wandered to it's place as if important to be seen again. They would not see the inside of that room just yet, however; but now was the time for a starting point. He would see what he has to work with. It was not the mind that needed order, but the physical instincts that would show the anomaly's most basic problem solving skills. And so, as Ledo brought Kahl'l into the wide room with three separate closed double doors as entry ways into this room, he led the subject out in front of himself.

"And your lightsaber?" Ledo questioned in waiting for his apprentice to turn to face him. He'd want every fact to come from Kahl'l's mouth. Even things he already was informed of, he'd seek brain functionality and gauge ability in willingness through each hesitation and each half truth told. Ledo was in critique mode, seeking the level of success in his investment. And as he referred to his student's lightsaber, he wondered about false memories and true memories and how they'd trigger impulses within this one's mind. The manner in which Ledo acquired him was most adrenalized and traumatizing to the mind's memory placement. Scars on the body most usually married themselves to scars in the mind. Most difficult is it to remove such connections. Ledo would examine this hilt of Kahl'l's and see for himself how the apprentice had taken to its use.

 

[darkhaert]

He showed the device Ledo requested resting it on top of his palms. "My Ledo."

The skin on the on the palms that holds the hilt of the lightsaber was slightly scabbing but it still held its thick trait. Though the hand appeared something of a museum artifact the hilt on the other hand was thoroughly wiped. Its features looked like it was used by a meticulous swordsman, used enough to expose age, and handled carefully not to leave a scratch.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

Levitating it up before his face, his frame stayed unmoved. He noted the history embedded in its use of markings, and saw that it was good. Reaching out, he gripped the hilt and felt its weight. Hmm. It will do, he thought. It was well crafted and well utilized. It could only be further critiqued in its owner's possession and use.

Ledo twisted his hand around to relinquish the hilt back into the air with an opening palm. "Now. Attack me..."

 

[darkhaert]

When the command rang and his levitating lightsaber hilt neared him he reacted instantaneously and reached out to his lightsaber with his right hand. Upon caressing the piece his thumb felt the steel of the switch and ignited it. He was aiming at Ledo's right eye, to purposefully blind him, and if it failed Ledo would have a blind spot. While his right was reacting to Ledo his left, on the other hand, was reaching for a knife behind him so he spin to open Ledo's stomach.

Unbeknown to him, his sensitivity to the force and lack of mastery of it had made him open to be easily manipulated or controlled or read by a master. Especially if that master had created a bond with him. His openness was the result of experiments he'd undergone. It made him very vulnerable to powerful force users, but to particular powerful force users, since they know which switches and knobs to pull and push to move his psyche.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

Leaving the hand to lure such a straight forward attack, Ledo spun around off of his pivoting left foot; closely around the igniting beam and not looking into it's light with a spotting head, he'd catch into the child's armpit and sweep a leg to plant Kahl'l's back upon the ground. Not expecting any counter from the pupil that reached back in opposing direction for a second weapon, Ledo moved untouched. Yet not following the body down, Ledo would simply speed this single fluid maneuver through the Force with a shoulder motion into right arm push that would pound Kahl'l down hard! Ledo would step a right foot back on conclusion of impact, still no lightsaber ignited to join Kahl'l's.

 

[darkhaert]

The fleshy back and bone of Kahl'l struck the metal interior of Yuki'squa's cruiser. The body was pathetic but its fall was felt by the ship. The body survived, though. Though the ship's metal floor bent. But it didn't hinder Kahl'l's battle instincts. Upon falling, he feared of retaliation, and in that fear he rolled backwards away from Ledo. His left hand was broken for it felt the crushing force and Kahl'l's body, crushed between metal and meaty exterior.

He exhaled after every four seconds interval and watched Ledo. His left hand had its thumb broken and shivering. Twelve inches he moved slowly everytime Ledo made no action, while he kept the tip of his lightsaber hissing on the metal floor.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

"Yes..." Ledo felt the sting in Kahl'l, retracting away from danger and pain. He, however, did not remark on the action of moving away or even of hesitation. Instead, Ledo noted of Kahl'l's situation.

"Now, draw me in thinking you are inferior and wounded." Ledo demonstrated with an open left hand down by his hip, portraying the act without the desired effect. Kahl'l would be expected to keep his broken hand at his side as Ledo had given example.

"Pull at my life-force, in the absence of your own!" Ledo gave effect to his lowered hand, broken red lines escaping Kahl'l to connect at Ledo's hand for but a moment; the Force Drain of Ledo's hand showed only slightly how Kahl'l could ensnare such an attacker to have bested him so quickly. After all, Ledo's specialty was the diminishing of his own power, to later expose his true greatness in surprising act to the unsuspecting. It was all about playing the part.

Ledo released his momentary demonstration, expecting Kahl'l to have felt the drain upon him and desire its restoration. Ledo would stand, a statue to his power in standing. The Father, awaiting absolute success in technique. He would seek that feeling as Kahl'l would begin to drain his essence, feel need to attack the cause, and become open to countering trap's guillotine.

 

[darkhaert]

He followed his father's command. "Thinking that you are inferior," and he did thought that. He left his lightsaber in his mouth biting the switch to keep it ignited. Ledo received the stare of Kahl'l with animosity and rage. Kahl'l drew his knife with his good hand and kept it there.

He stepped forward everytime Ledo did nothing. The forwards he made were of caution and pride. Ledo needed to see this, the birth of Kahl'l, the unafraid and willing to serve. When he got closed he leaped forward with the speed of ships and bent his neck to the left to dice Ledo. And afar Ledo's sight he strikes at Ledo's thigh with his knife. It was an act of offspring affection to defeat his father.

That what was he was indoctrinated for afterall.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

Swiveling around on his back leg, Ledo stepped back to avoid any danger of his open thigh while bringing up a reversed block that swatted away the lightsaber in his face. The distancing maneuver would send Kahl'l through and past Ledo, off balance even.

Not for one moment would Ledo see his 'investment's' forward advances and expect no attack. Some days Ledo would take to offense and show his hand to Kahl'l's back, yet this instant led to a different outcome. Ledo sent Kahl'l stumbling forward with a shove, pointing his lightsaber straight out thereafter.

 

[darkhaert]

Kahl'l slammed against the floor again, and when he turned to face the ceiling Ledo's lightsaber was already aimed at him. He wanted to further bend his neck backwards, but the floor was on the way. Impulsively he grabbed the lightsaber with his good hand wrapped with the force. His hands absorbed the damaging particles and neutralized it. It took half of his concentration. The other half was trying to get a good look at Ledo behind the blinding light of the lightsaber.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

((lemmie know if I misunderstand))

Kahl'l was powerful indeed, but the application had yet to reveal itself unto the Father.

...Peering out his face to the side to get a good look's eye contact with Kahl'l, Ledo squinted before reaching out his left hand fully flexed and released a crushing pop of Force pressure into Kahl'l's frame centered at his abdomen and chest.

Kahl'l had begun to show promise, Ledo's little investment; and Ledo would see that put to good use rather than waste too much time on things he should not concern himself with. Thinking to himself, Ledo began to ramble. Ledo began to develop how to further their next moment in training.

 

[darkhaert]

The crushing blow of the force slammed against his abdomen and chest like a boulder, but he took it as he was trained for. After the blow, he had still held the lightsaber and had not lost consciousness, but the task of performing this force ability needed all his concentration.

His bad hand started to feel some pulse, and with that he joined it with his good hand to slowly nullify Ledo's lightsaber.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

Still he held on, and had succeeded in impressing Ledo greatly. Ledo thought to test the power, and pushed down the lightsaber's tip into the hands and into the shoulder beneath them. How strong was this gift of the Force? And how long could his discipline last? Ledo's curiosity lead way, as he plunged the nullified beam down into his investment; Ledo, squeezing an ugly grin of crazed emotion. He was not one to see his thoughts half through to conclusion but all the way. Kahl'l would have to remove Ledo in order to see himself stand again!

 

[darkhaert]

The beam of Ledo's lightsaber was sharper, now that Kahl'l could only manage to nullify half of the energy gushing out of the hilt. It neared his shoulder, the longer he kept himself on the floor, and it's heat was everpresent and threateningly emulating. He was going to die, if he'd do nothing, but using both hands to stop the damaging light and overpowering Ledo's weight was fully incapacitating all his cognition.

Then he saw Ledo's thrilled smile. He despised it, and thought nothing but hurting Ledo. Ledo's grin reminded him of his personal nightmare, of the demon that would chase him forever in his sleep, but now he doesn't fear the demon as much. He despises it down to the deepest depths of his soul.

He released Ledo's lightsaber, reached out to the hilt to turn it off, and that when the beam would reach his flesh, he would be quick enough to push the switch off, and force his body to last long enough for him to absorb Ledo's essence.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

Ledo fell forward, stabbing his knee into Kahl'l's chest. He'd rather have rolled over the obstacle to stand to his feet behind him, but the grip of his prized possession would not see him released. Ledo felt cheated, in a way. Punching an open palm down into Kahl'ls shoulder, Ledo would then stand; ripping away his lightsaber hilt and moving on. Ledo would not reignite his lightsaber, seeking to move on to the gift of Kahl'l's Force power. Awaiting Kahl'l's reaction, Ledo would then take hold of the situation.

 

[darkhaert]

Kahl'l rolled away from Ledo and kept a stance closely similar to Ledo. He felt his will was slowly vanishing, but it felt naturally good that he gave in to it. The feeling was weightless, and the nostalgia was overflowing. Despite remembering a vague sense of pain, he felt pleasure. Pleasure and emptiness.

There stood a man with no will.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

Though he would let Kahl'l think he had retracted the beam of Ledo's lightsaber, Ledo would continue to push him and see outcome of this investment.

With a building whisper in the air, the very walls and ceiling of the room burst with the climax of the sound; blasting out a fiery light of orange and yellow and black swirling spots, harmless for the heat yet dancing like a 'sun'. Should Ledo wish it, the flares of his illusion could spark out a burn of raining fire and melting pain. At the moment, however, the room could be navigated painlessly, as demonstrated by Ledo's circling stance around Kahl'l.

As he circled the room's perimeter and Ledo's fingertips touched softly to the boiling and bubbling wall, a clear bubble spread and lifted from the opposing wall behind Kahl'l. "Hold back the pain that I bring! Control it. Use it! Feel its igniting power giving you the means you once had not!" And with that, the bubble popped, splashing out dozens of raining burning sparks upon Kahl'l.