Libertine's Bogan Training
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Libertine nodded back. "You are the first to actually cut me in our first sparring match."
He had succeeded. It was imperative that Libertine impress his new Master immediately. It had been his foremost goal until now. Failure is a weakness Libertine would not allow, and there was much for him to assimilate here.
"somewhat desperate..." Libertine's mouth parted into a hiccup of a dark giggle, though he would retract it before is fully escaped. His eyes would widen from behind his mask, his neck tendon strained from underneath his collar. "It even explains another lesson... When your opponent is too strong for you..." Libertine giggled under his breath at the sight of a stronger man than he; again, not sarcastically. He was turned on by the challenge. "...If our swords were lightsabers, your move would not have been successful. In those cases... call upon the force..." Libertine twirled the sword down and underneath his arm, with both arms at his sides.
After Choray had placed his sword back into the chest, Libertine followed and did the same as told to; taking care to respect the owner's blade, just as his Master did before him. "I will learn. I am ready Master", Libertine's breath lingered at the end of his statement. A habit that sometimes comes off as sarcastic, which has in the past played to his advantage on occasion.
He had succeeded. It was imperative that Libertine impress his new Master immediately. It had been his foremost goal until now. Failure is a weakness Libertine would not allow, and there was much for him to assimilate here.
"somewhat desperate..." Libertine's mouth parted into a hiccup of a dark giggle, though he would retract it before is fully escaped. His eyes would widen from behind his mask, his neck tendon strained from underneath his collar. "It even explains another lesson... When your opponent is too strong for you..." Libertine giggled under his breath at the sight of a stronger man than he; again, not sarcastically. He was turned on by the challenge. "...If our swords were lightsabers, your move would not have been successful. In those cases... call upon the force..." Libertine twirled the sword down and underneath his arm, with both arms at his sides.
After Choray had placed his sword back into the chest, Libertine followed and did the same as told to; taking care to respect the owner's blade, just as his Master did before him. "I will learn. I am ready Master", Libertine's breath lingered at the end of his statement. A habit that sometimes comes off as sarcastic, which has in the past played to his advantage on occasion.
Choray waited until Libertine was ready and then walked towards the center of the room. He sat down, cross-legged, and motioned for the apprentice to do the same.
"Meditation is like a holy ritual to a Dark Jedi. Never disturb one of our own while they are meditating, unless it's urgent. They might get angry. In this meditation we will awaken your connection to the Force. I will teach you how to let it flow through your veins and how to center yourself. Unless...
"Are you familiar with meditation?" He asked.
"Meditation is like a holy ritual to a Dark Jedi. Never disturb one of our own while they are meditating, unless it's urgent. They might get angry. In this meditation we will awaken your connection to the Force. I will teach you how to let it flow through your veins and how to center yourself. Unless...
"Are you familiar with meditation?" He asked.
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As Choray sat, folding his legs, Libertine walked out to meet him in the center of the room. As Choray motioned for him, Libertine kept a good level to level ratio between them; not wanting to seem challenging, he sat down using the edge of his already crossed feet and controlled a bend down to the same folded position as his Master.
Libertine's impeccable posture was displayed here, something he had ingrained into himself; now as it was natural, he would still force it as it was also natural to keep it forced. His hands drooped over his knees, with relaxed wrists; facing his Master physically like a mirror image.
"we will awaken your connection... let it flow through your veins... unless", Libertine breathed slowly. He had awaited such instruction for many years, knowing of the teachings but never truly knowing them for himself. "Are you familiar with meditation?" Libertine lowered his head to straightly answer, looking directly at Choray. "..Familiar in theory. I have attempted it, though have never received instruction."
Libertine's impeccable posture was displayed here, something he had ingrained into himself; now as it was natural, he would still force it as it was also natural to keep it forced. His hands drooped over his knees, with relaxed wrists; facing his Master physically like a mirror image.
"we will awaken your connection... let it flow through your veins... unless", Libertine breathed slowly. He had awaited such instruction for many years, knowing of the teachings but never truly knowing them for himself. "Are you familiar with meditation?" Libertine lowered his head to straightly answer, looking directly at Choray. "..Familiar in theory. I have attempted it, though have never received instruction."
"Then I shall teach you, acolyte." Choray said in a monotone voice. "Close your eyes."
Choray Sefja waited until Libertine would close his eyes before continuing his lesson. At first he just whispered the words, but eventually he would whisper through the Force. A calming voice, explaining the secrets about meditation and showing how to open the first door to the Dark Side.
"Concentrate on my voice, and my voice only. Shut yourself out from the world and dive into eternal darkness. My voice will serve as a beacon, guiding you through a dark empty void and taking you on a journey unlike any other.
"Breathe slowly, fill your lungs with the cold air of Ando Prime, and calm yourself. Remove this temple's walls in your thoughts, remove the snowstorm that's raging outdoors and remove this snowy planet. Remain in the void, where nothing except for my voice will be able to reach you.
"Within the void you find yourself, you can't see. It is too dark. You can't hear... My voice is now part of your subconscious and it whispers within your mind, but you don't truly hear me speaking aloud. You don't feel anything, because your body is numb. You are now part of the void. You are all alone, you are nothing.
"But can't you feel the warmth upon your skin. It is so subtle that you will barely notice it. Focus your attention to that mysterious warmth, unable to exist in the void, yet it is there. Let the warmth into your numb body, let it course through your veins and regain control of your limbs. Clench your hands to fists and then open them again. Spread out your arms, and let them fall back to your sides. Now you can feel again, but you are still trapped in the void. All alone...
"Can you hear the singing now? It comes from far away. It is as if it comes from the other side of the galaxy. A clear, beautiful voice, so soft and elegant. But you can't understand the words, you do not recognize the language, for it is one unknown to you. Yet it is the only thing you can hear at this moment. Listen to it, focus on it. Let the sweet singing fill your ears. You are not deaf anymore. Now you can truly hear, but you are still trapped in the void. All alone...
"In the distance glows a faint light. So faint, you overlooked it. In this void light can't exist, yet this light does exist. It is not a normal light, it is something mysterious, something powerful but faint. Reach out for it, swim through the void towards it and finally take it into your arms. Don't let go of it, but guard your new treasure with your life. Let the faint light become a giant burning sun in the void and allow the light to fall into your eyes. Now you can truly see. But still, you are in the void and you are alone.
"But look around you, look at this beautiful world that suddenly comes to existance. This is not the void anymore, but a mountaintop. Look at this beautiful view, see the vast plains, deserts, oceans and forests surrounding you. And if you would look even better, you will see you are not alone anymore. A presence has awakened in your new world, a companion that will stand by your side, a slave that will do your bidding. This companion stretches out its hands towards you. Let it enter you, let it become a part of you.
"Feel the warmth on your skin, an existing warmth that doesn't exist. Listen to the beautiful singing, you can hear it yet it can't be heard. See the brightest burning light, blinding but it doesn't blind you. Now awaken, acolyte.
"Awaken to the Paradox that is the Force."
Choray Sefja waited until Libertine would close his eyes before continuing his lesson. At first he just whispered the words, but eventually he would whisper through the Force. A calming voice, explaining the secrets about meditation and showing how to open the first door to the Dark Side.
"Concentrate on my voice, and my voice only. Shut yourself out from the world and dive into eternal darkness. My voice will serve as a beacon, guiding you through a dark empty void and taking you on a journey unlike any other.
"Breathe slowly, fill your lungs with the cold air of Ando Prime, and calm yourself. Remove this temple's walls in your thoughts, remove the snowstorm that's raging outdoors and remove this snowy planet. Remain in the void, where nothing except for my voice will be able to reach you.
"Within the void you find yourself, you can't see. It is too dark. You can't hear... My voice is now part of your subconscious and it whispers within your mind, but you don't truly hear me speaking aloud. You don't feel anything, because your body is numb. You are now part of the void. You are all alone, you are nothing.
"But can't you feel the warmth upon your skin. It is so subtle that you will barely notice it. Focus your attention to that mysterious warmth, unable to exist in the void, yet it is there. Let the warmth into your numb body, let it course through your veins and regain control of your limbs. Clench your hands to fists and then open them again. Spread out your arms, and let them fall back to your sides. Now you can feel again, but you are still trapped in the void. All alone...
"Can you hear the singing now? It comes from far away. It is as if it comes from the other side of the galaxy. A clear, beautiful voice, so soft and elegant. But you can't understand the words, you do not recognize the language, for it is one unknown to you. Yet it is the only thing you can hear at this moment. Listen to it, focus on it. Let the sweet singing fill your ears. You are not deaf anymore. Now you can truly hear, but you are still trapped in the void. All alone...
"In the distance glows a faint light. So faint, you overlooked it. In this void light can't exist, yet this light does exist. It is not a normal light, it is something mysterious, something powerful but faint. Reach out for it, swim through the void towards it and finally take it into your arms. Don't let go of it, but guard your new treasure with your life. Let the faint light become a giant burning sun in the void and allow the light to fall into your eyes. Now you can truly see. But still, you are in the void and you are alone.
"But look around you, look at this beautiful world that suddenly comes to existance. This is not the void anymore, but a mountaintop. Look at this beautiful view, see the vast plains, deserts, oceans and forests surrounding you. And if you would look even better, you will see you are not alone anymore. A presence has awakened in your new world, a companion that will stand by your side, a slave that will do your bidding. This companion stretches out its hands towards you. Let it enter you, let it become a part of you.
"Feel the warmth on your skin, an existing warmth that doesn't exist. Listen to the beautiful singing, you can hear it yet it can't be heard. See the brightest burning light, blinding but it doesn't blind you. Now awaken, acolyte.
"Awaken to the Paradox that is the Force."
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Libertine closed his eyes slowly, but immediately. As he focused on his Master's voice moments later, his breathing pattern a bit short-paced, the masked human could feel his eyes rolling back into a deep deep darkness. He shut out the world, as instructed; focusing Choray's monotone voice through a pin-hole that stabbed into the fore-lobes of his mind. At first, a snowy dark static drifted in swirls before him; only to stretch back away, expanding into a void of nothingness.
Libertine's breathing slowed, his Master's voice guiding him. He felt as if seeing was just out of reach, delving deeper into a bodiless state. The air was in fact cold. He sucked it in through his nose, only to feel an internal chill that stretched, swirling around the reaches of a black hole. His body held still, numb to the storm and cold slab of walls. Boundaries on boundaries peeled away, rolling back like the leaving clouds of a thunderstorm.
Choray's voice echoed within him now, almost just above him yet all around him. He wanted to look around at it, but there was nothing to look around with. He had truly dissipated into the emptiness. Choray's sentences no longer carried order or structure, instilling the nature of its course yet whispering from sporadic and irregular origins; loud and commanding with repeating or additional sounds like from miles away, yet somehow perfectly clear.
Feeling a more pressured surrounding now, Libertine listened to the hinting of a warmth that couldn't be. It was like he turned to it, without understanding a direction. Yet there it was, difficult to focus into one spot. How could he have missed it? It grew from within the surfaces of its direction. Libertine could feel it now. Quickly, a surge of fiery expedience curved through his veins; the very veins that he had believed were untrue, that weren't in existence. As he wrenched his fists, twisting them up, he freed his fingers out and back in order from pinkies to forefingers; rolling them into fists yet again. It was like he was drifting, almost feeling upside-down at the moment. But he followed instruction, letting his hands drift to his sides. He was just there, unable to move; a weight holding him there, but for the warming that flared out into the void.
Introducing a barely existing high pitched pureness that softly opened up ever higher, the voice carried the note into a lulling melody that grew in elegance. A later realization would remember the first sound to be even more whisking in elegance. Libertine agreed. She sang in a language foreign to him, that rounded out his receptive mind hallows.
He could feel a rolling of his spine up through his head as the impossible light presented a near nonexistent glow, both from within and far off in the distance; though no longer within. Maybe it never had been there, the sight was different than normal sight within the vacuum of the void. He lifted his arms out, flapping slowly as to swim over to it. Distance was measured differently here somehow, as the light was nowhere near him yet he began to reach it. It grew brighter as he approached, clasping his forearms around it; swelling up inside, it over took him. All around him, he looked deep into the blinding light that did not blind. His sight seemed to receive and match that light, it was a part of him now. The connection was like none he had ever experienced. Having spent time in others' thoughts, he'd never reached such an embryonic fullness.
Looking around with eyes aglow, Libertine came to experience the spoken of mountain. Steeping slopes dropped harshly before him, faster than lightspeed; as if to exist just before his brain could interpret the information it beheld. Libertine rotated his view: plains, deserts, oceans, and forests littered the landscape below. His senses accepted the overwhelming as one accepts the fantastical in dreams. Slowly surveying the various levels below, his gaze came upon a figure that had grown from the place just next to him. It was his height, if there was a height, yet somehow it felt surrendering and under him. As it's arms lifted out to Libertine, he too stretched out in return. Like mirror images, their fingers touched; yet continuously passing, they dove into and through eachother. Only Libertine's fingers emerged, as the figure of equaled light and darkness passed into him. He felt a swelling up within, feeling an all-encompassing nature of warmth, song, and light; all burning a piercing focus that he controlled. He could feel it. It was like a power between his eyes that rocketed out at the atomic level of density.
"Awaken to the Paradox that is the Force."
Parting his lips out of the meditated state, his head lowered from a slightly raised position. "Ptaaaah!", he whispered. Libertine would feel a bit shocked coming to with a hollowed ringing in his ears that beautifully echoed the elegant song; though he wouldn't show it from under his mask, Choray would no doubt be able to sense it.
Libertine's breathing slowed, his Master's voice guiding him. He felt as if seeing was just out of reach, delving deeper into a bodiless state. The air was in fact cold. He sucked it in through his nose, only to feel an internal chill that stretched, swirling around the reaches of a black hole. His body held still, numb to the storm and cold slab of walls. Boundaries on boundaries peeled away, rolling back like the leaving clouds of a thunderstorm.
Choray's voice echoed within him now, almost just above him yet all around him. He wanted to look around at it, but there was nothing to look around with. He had truly dissipated into the emptiness. Choray's sentences no longer carried order or structure, instilling the nature of its course yet whispering from sporadic and irregular origins; loud and commanding with repeating or additional sounds like from miles away, yet somehow perfectly clear.
Feeling a more pressured surrounding now, Libertine listened to the hinting of a warmth that couldn't be. It was like he turned to it, without understanding a direction. Yet there it was, difficult to focus into one spot. How could he have missed it? It grew from within the surfaces of its direction. Libertine could feel it now. Quickly, a surge of fiery expedience curved through his veins; the very veins that he had believed were untrue, that weren't in existence. As he wrenched his fists, twisting them up, he freed his fingers out and back in order from pinkies to forefingers; rolling them into fists yet again. It was like he was drifting, almost feeling upside-down at the moment. But he followed instruction, letting his hands drift to his sides. He was just there, unable to move; a weight holding him there, but for the warming that flared out into the void.
Introducing a barely existing high pitched pureness that softly opened up ever higher, the voice carried the note into a lulling melody that grew in elegance. A later realization would remember the first sound to be even more whisking in elegance. Libertine agreed. She sang in a language foreign to him, that rounded out his receptive mind hallows.
He could feel a rolling of his spine up through his head as the impossible light presented a near nonexistent glow, both from within and far off in the distance; though no longer within. Maybe it never had been there, the sight was different than normal sight within the vacuum of the void. He lifted his arms out, flapping slowly as to swim over to it. Distance was measured differently here somehow, as the light was nowhere near him yet he began to reach it. It grew brighter as he approached, clasping his forearms around it; swelling up inside, it over took him. All around him, he looked deep into the blinding light that did not blind. His sight seemed to receive and match that light, it was a part of him now. The connection was like none he had ever experienced. Having spent time in others' thoughts, he'd never reached such an embryonic fullness.
Looking around with eyes aglow, Libertine came to experience the spoken of mountain. Steeping slopes dropped harshly before him, faster than lightspeed; as if to exist just before his brain could interpret the information it beheld. Libertine rotated his view: plains, deserts, oceans, and forests littered the landscape below. His senses accepted the overwhelming as one accepts the fantastical in dreams. Slowly surveying the various levels below, his gaze came upon a figure that had grown from the place just next to him. It was his height, if there was a height, yet somehow it felt surrendering and under him. As it's arms lifted out to Libertine, he too stretched out in return. Like mirror images, their fingers touched; yet continuously passing, they dove into and through eachother. Only Libertine's fingers emerged, as the figure of equaled light and darkness passed into him. He felt a swelling up within, feeling an all-encompassing nature of warmth, song, and light; all burning a piercing focus that he controlled. He could feel it. It was like a power between his eyes that rocketed out at the atomic level of density.
"Awaken to the Paradox that is the Force."
Parting his lips out of the meditated state, his head lowered from a slightly raised position. "Ptaaaah!", he whispered. Libertine would feel a bit shocked coming to with a hollowed ringing in his ears that beautifully echoed the elegant song; though he wouldn't show it from under his mask, Choray would no doubt be able to sense it.
"And at last," Choray said with his own, normal voice, aloud and clear. "you are reborn. Rise, acolyte."
Choray rose from his cross-legged position and folded his hands behind his back. The Force was now coursing through Libertine's veins. It was still raw and untamed, but it was there and that was a start. Choray sensed Libertine would become a mighty warrior.
"How does it feel, acolyte?" Choray asked. The Zabrak was curious to the answer, but that could not be heard in his deep, strong voice. But he had to know how it felt to Libertine and he would compare to how he himself felt when he first awakened to the Force. To some it was an overwhelming experience, but others didn't seem to be impressed at all.
Once Libertine had given his answer, they would continue with a simple telekinesis lesson.
Choray rose from his cross-legged position and folded his hands behind his back. The Force was now coursing through Libertine's veins. It was still raw and untamed, but it was there and that was a start. Choray sensed Libertine would become a mighty warrior.
"How does it feel, acolyte?" Choray asked. The Zabrak was curious to the answer, but that could not be heard in his deep, strong voice. But he had to know how it felt to Libertine and he would compare to how he himself felt when he first awakened to the Force. To some it was an overwhelming experience, but others didn't seem to be impressed at all.
Once Libertine had given his answer, they would continue with a simple telekinesis lesson.
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Slowly rising to a double fisted stand, Libertine still waved his fingers out and back. The normal present but dormant feeling of useful talents had expanded in a lingering euphoria that hovered over all that surrounded his vision. His ears still held a slight echo of his breath, and his beating pulse.
"How does it feel, acolyte?" His Master's voice called normally to his understanding. Lightly, the ever mad, Libertine answered. "Mmmm... Confounded. I.. thought wrong. This is more than I had hoped." He said with a disguised smile. It truly was a tapped well, flowing out with raging water falls that Libertine had thought were already grasped in full. He thought as he came here, that he would only be learning new ways of using what he already had; not discovering more, reaching further than he'd ever imagined.
And this was just the beginning. His mouth parted with a sinister grin. Already had he began plotting out scenarios with which to use this new-found power.
Reorganizing his focus, Libertine raised his head; cracking the pretzeled bones in his lower spine one by one, snapping each crack as his chest lifted up. He breathed with a moan, under the notice of listening, overly satiated yet even more now hungering. He nodded to his Zabrak Master, ready to soak up all knowledge put before him.
Libertine licked his already wet lips from underneath his mask, "I want more..."
"How does it feel, acolyte?" His Master's voice called normally to his understanding. Lightly, the ever mad, Libertine answered. "Mmmm... Confounded. I.. thought wrong. This is more than I had hoped." He said with a disguised smile. It truly was a tapped well, flowing out with raging water falls that Libertine had thought were already grasped in full. He thought as he came here, that he would only be learning new ways of using what he already had; not discovering more, reaching further than he'd ever imagined.
And this was just the beginning. His mouth parted with a sinister grin. Already had he began plotting out scenarios with which to use this new-found power.
Reorganizing his focus, Libertine raised his head; cracking the pretzeled bones in his lower spine one by one, snapping each crack as his chest lifted up. He breathed with a moan, under the notice of listening, overly satiated yet even more now hungering. He nodded to his Zabrak Master, ready to soak up all knowledge put before him.
Libertine licked his already wet lips from underneath his mask, "I want more..."
"More?" Choray said. "Then I will give you more. But first we will have to do something less incredible, but important. You must practice your new power, get used to it, and this you will do with an exercise in telekinesis."
Choray waved with his right hand slightly and a chest nearby the chest containing the swords opened up. A silver metal orb floated out of the chest towards the Zabrak and then slowly descended until it touched the floor and lay still, right in front of Libertine's feet.
"I want you to command your new slave, the Force, to grab the orb and lift it. Feel the power coursing through your veins, and command it to surround the orb in a solid grip. Try to let it float in the air for as long as possible, and then try to let it descend slowly. The orb might fall, because this is your first time, but keep trying. You may begin."
Choray waved with his right hand slightly and a chest nearby the chest containing the swords opened up. A silver metal orb floated out of the chest towards the Zabrak and then slowly descended until it touched the floor and lay still, right in front of Libertine's feet.
"I want you to command your new slave, the Force, to grab the orb and lift it. Feel the power coursing through your veins, and command it to surround the orb in a solid grip. Try to let it float in the air for as long as possible, and then try to let it descend slowly. The orb might fall, because this is your first time, but keep trying. You may begin."
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"More?" Libertine's mouth curled up the right side of his face as he heard the questioning word. It was no disappointment for Libertine to proceed through each step of the training. He watched with attentiveness, ready for what would be asked of him.
He watched the metal orb float down to his feet, tilting his head animalistic-like. Libertine imagined it to be a simple thing, though not dismissing the exercise. Once permitted, he pictured the orb to lift up and back down as simply as it sounded. Nothing happened. He looked at it harder, there it went. Willing it into the air, it floated; not quite as slow as he'd liked, but it had some sort of momentum that he'd rather not cut off at the peril of loosing control entirely. It rose up to about chest height and all of the sudden seemed to slip through his grasp to fall back down, tapping the floor.
Remembering his Master's words, "...command your new slave", Libertine recalled connecting to the force. He envisioned that figure, his slave; and had its cupped hands form around the sphere. Slowly, the orb ascended; rotating right as it climbed straight up between him and his Zabrak Master. Libertine's nose and left corner mouth twitched in sync as he focused on the ball, until it reached face height. It had lifted up with such control, Libertine knew he was doing well; but when Choray's face was right behind the orb, he lost focus seeing the background image mix with that in front. The metal orb dropped. Quickly he looked up to his Master's reaction.
He watched the metal orb float down to his feet, tilting his head animalistic-like. Libertine imagined it to be a simple thing, though not dismissing the exercise. Once permitted, he pictured the orb to lift up and back down as simply as it sounded. Nothing happened. He looked at it harder, there it went. Willing it into the air, it floated; not quite as slow as he'd liked, but it had some sort of momentum that he'd rather not cut off at the peril of loosing control entirely. It rose up to about chest height and all of the sudden seemed to slip through his grasp to fall back down, tapping the floor.
Remembering his Master's words, "...command your new slave", Libertine recalled connecting to the force. He envisioned that figure, his slave; and had its cupped hands form around the sphere. Slowly, the orb ascended; rotating right as it climbed straight up between him and his Zabrak Master. Libertine's nose and left corner mouth twitched in sync as he focused on the ball, until it reached face height. It had lifted up with such control, Libertine knew he was doing well; but when Choray's face was right behind the orb, he lost focus seeing the background image mix with that in front. The metal orb dropped. Quickly he looked up to his Master's reaction.
Choray watched intently. When the orb dropped a second time, he was silent for a while. His face was emotionless and his eyes were fixed upon the orb. Finally, the Zabrak opened his mouth to speak.
"It was a good start, acolyte," He said. "Practice this technique often and you will gain more and more control in telekinesis. Even I, a master of Telekinesis, keep practicing with the orb. Try it one more time, to see if you will succeed now. After that we will continue on with the next lessons, whether you succeed or not."
"It was a good start, acolyte," He said. "Practice this technique often and you will gain more and more control in telekinesis. Even I, a master of Telekinesis, keep practicing with the orb. Try it one more time, to see if you will succeed now. After that we will continue on with the next lessons, whether you succeed or not."
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"Try it one more time..." Libertine didn't like his results. "..we will continue on... whether you succeed or not." And those words truly pierced his pride.
Growing in dissatisfaction, Libertine dropped his eyes judgmentally upon the orb. It's time had come. He dug in a painful grip upon his slave and commanded his desires law. Side upper lip tensing, Libertine gathered up the orb into the air with a dominating stillness. As the orb lifted above shoulder height, Libertine stretched out a vertical right hand (thumb up, pinky down) that hovered a foot under the floating orb. He swirled both fore and middle finger around circular-like to end facing his palm up. The orb drifted down over, but not touching, his hand. As he looked up at his Master, he cockily lifted out his hand to levitate said orb towards Choray; his arms falling to fold behind his back there after, while still finishing the gifting transfer of the orb. Finally showing his triumph, Libertine would hold the orb through the force before the Zabrak; though he began to feel a difficulty in keeping it there for long.
Growing in dissatisfaction, Libertine dropped his eyes judgmentally upon the orb. It's time had come. He dug in a painful grip upon his slave and commanded his desires law. Side upper lip tensing, Libertine gathered up the orb into the air with a dominating stillness. As the orb lifted above shoulder height, Libertine stretched out a vertical right hand (thumb up, pinky down) that hovered a foot under the floating orb. He swirled both fore and middle finger around circular-like to end facing his palm up. The orb drifted down over, but not touching, his hand. As he looked up at his Master, he cockily lifted out his hand to levitate said orb towards Choray; his arms falling to fold behind his back there after, while still finishing the gifting transfer of the orb. Finally showing his triumph, Libertine would hold the orb through the force before the Zabrak; though he began to feel a difficulty in keeping it there for long.
"Much better," Choray said. "If you continue to practice this every morning, you will get better at telekinesis. You have done well, acolyte."
He gestured towards the exit of the training room and said: "Put the orb back into it's chest and walk with me. You can leave your weapons inside this room, I will lock the door. We shall go to another place, outdoors. There is a snowstorm outside, but that is good. That is perfect."
The Zabrak already turned away and walked towards the door. He pressed a button on the panel on the wall to open the door and stepped into the corridor. After Libertine would have come out of the room, Choray would have shut the door and locked it, then led the acolyte outside to a cliff.
Choray wasn't wearing warm clothes, but the cold didn't seem to bother him. He just walked with a steady pace towards the cliff and there he stopped.
"It is cold, isn't it?" He said. "I will teach you a Force Technique to keep you warm in cold environtments. Do you remember the warmth you felt while you were in the void? Close your eyes and call upon this warmth. Let it flow through you and let it form a shield on your skin, keeping out the cold of Ando Prime. This technique is called Tapas. Try it, acolyte."
He gestured towards the exit of the training room and said: "Put the orb back into it's chest and walk with me. You can leave your weapons inside this room, I will lock the door. We shall go to another place, outdoors. There is a snowstorm outside, but that is good. That is perfect."
The Zabrak already turned away and walked towards the door. He pressed a button on the panel on the wall to open the door and stepped into the corridor. After Libertine would have come out of the room, Choray would have shut the door and locked it, then led the acolyte outside to a cliff.
Choray wasn't wearing warm clothes, but the cold didn't seem to bother him. He just walked with a steady pace towards the cliff and there he stopped.
"It is cold, isn't it?" He said. "I will teach you a Force Technique to keep you warm in cold environtments. Do you remember the warmth you felt while you were in the void? Close your eyes and call upon this warmth. Let it flow through you and let it form a shield on your skin, keeping out the cold of Ando Prime. This technique is called Tapas. Try it, acolyte."
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Confidently pressing his lower lip up into his upper, Libertine bobbed his head in conclusion. Still in control of the orb, he managed to send it home; stretching out his hand with an over use of effort, he willed it back into the still open chest. Walking over to it, he physically closed down the hatch of the chest with an outstretched left hand.
"There is a snowstorm outside, but that is good." Libertine made his way out past Choray with a swivel upon his heel, as he watched his many possessions upon the table being locked in tightly behind the closing door.
Libertine followed closely, off to his Master's side; noticing that Choray only wore his wide black pants and sandals, beneath the rippling robe. Libertine, however, tightly sported his bound suit styled robes. The cuffs around his wrists wre fitting, the collar squeezed around his neck comfortably, and all was tucked nicely into his belt and down to his smoothly shining boots. Still, this was nowhere near what would be required to feel any warmth amidst such a snow storm.
Reaching the cliff's end, they both looked out over it. Choray didn't seem to even turn around to address him, as they began. "...cold, isn't it?" Libertine looked out into the storm, then back at the back of the Zabrak's head. "I will teach you ...Tapas."
Libertine shivered, with a stretching of his neck to hide the fact. The words of his Master echoed in his mind as he wandered there to find the answers, "Remember the warmth you felt while you were in the void." Behind his closed eyes he searched. He could see it, just like before, off in the distance. He wished it was more easily accessible, instead of having to reach so. "Call upon this warmth. Let it flow through you and let it form a shield on your skin, keeping out the cold of Ando Prime." As Libertine saw the warmth within the void grow in blooming effervescence, he could feel it's effects coming over him; but for another earth-shaking shiver that jarred his concentration.
Refocusing as he did before, he began to forget what feeling was. His intensifying thoughts were blinded to all around him, hearing and seeing only the warmth in the void that lifted the hairs upon his arms. His mouth opened, taking in a breath of chilling air; not chilling, he blew out totally unaffected.
"There is a snowstorm outside, but that is good." Libertine made his way out past Choray with a swivel upon his heel, as he watched his many possessions upon the table being locked in tightly behind the closing door.
Libertine followed closely, off to his Master's side; noticing that Choray only wore his wide black pants and sandals, beneath the rippling robe. Libertine, however, tightly sported his bound suit styled robes. The cuffs around his wrists wre fitting, the collar squeezed around his neck comfortably, and all was tucked nicely into his belt and down to his smoothly shining boots. Still, this was nowhere near what would be required to feel any warmth amidst such a snow storm.
Reaching the cliff's end, they both looked out over it. Choray didn't seem to even turn around to address him, as they began. "...cold, isn't it?" Libertine looked out into the storm, then back at the back of the Zabrak's head. "I will teach you ...Tapas."
Libertine shivered, with a stretching of his neck to hide the fact. The words of his Master echoed in his mind as he wandered there to find the answers, "Remember the warmth you felt while you were in the void." Behind his closed eyes he searched. He could see it, just like before, off in the distance. He wished it was more easily accessible, instead of having to reach so. "Call upon this warmth. Let it flow through you and let it form a shield on your skin, keeping out the cold of Ando Prime." As Libertine saw the warmth within the void grow in blooming effervescence, he could feel it's effects coming over him; but for another earth-shaking shiver that jarred his concentration.
Refocusing as he did before, he began to forget what feeling was. His intensifying thoughts were blinded to all around him, hearing and seeing only the warmth in the void that lifted the hairs upon his arms. His mouth opened, taking in a breath of chilling air; not chilling, he blew out totally unaffected.
"I cannot sense if you have succeeded in using Tapas. You will have to tell me if you did." Choray said to Libertine.
The Zabrak watched Libertine intently. The storm was raging all around them and Choray's black robe was now white because of the many snowflakes. He didn't pay attention to it though, because for him Tapas was working perfectly. He did not feel cold, only the mysterious warmth like the warmth in the void.
"Also, if you have any questions so far, now is the time to ask." Choray said.
The Zabrak watched Libertine intently. The storm was raging all around them and Choray's black robe was now white because of the many snowflakes. He didn't pay attention to it though, because for him Tapas was working perfectly. He did not feel cold, only the mysterious warmth like the warmth in the void.
"Also, if you have any questions so far, now is the time to ask." Choray said.
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With a delayed reaction, Libertine awoke from the initial shielding of the technique. Reaching up, he loosened his robes around his neck to let the unaffected cold in. "I have done as you asked, Master." Snow slid across the visor of his mask, as he turned calmly. "I am employing the use of Tapas, as you have taught me in the void."
Libertine did however feel a curiousness of the inner workings of such a tecchnique. "Master, is my body unnaffected by the effects of the cold; thereby only shielding my mind's reaction, or are my very limbs impervious to my nerve's weakness?" Libertine lifted his hands, catching snow flakes as he questioned the numb-like sensation.
Libertine did however feel a curiousness of the inner workings of such a tecchnique. "Master, is my body unnaffected by the effects of the cold; thereby only shielding my mind's reaction, or are my very limbs impervious to my nerve's weakness?" Libertine lifted his hands, catching snow flakes as he questioned the numb-like sensation.
"In fact," Choray began, "you created a layer of Force Energy over your skin. That layer spreads the warmth you felt in the void through your body and because of this layer, the cold environment doesn't affect you anymore. Tapas is both a physical shield against cold environments as a mental shield. Whenever you find yourself in a cold environment - a snow world such as this or anything else you can think of - you can use this power to protect yourself and retain your body heat."
He paused for a while so Libertine could think about it. After a while he asked: "I hope this answer explains it. Now, unless you have more questions, we shall go back inside for more lessons. We will return here later on to practice more difficult powers, once the storm is over."
Choray patiently waited for Libertine to ask another question if he had any more questions. Otherwise he would lead the student back to the training room.
He paused for a while so Libertine could think about it. After a while he asked: "I hope this answer explains it. Now, unless you have more questions, we shall go back inside for more lessons. We will return here later on to practice more difficult powers, once the storm is over."
Choray patiently waited for Libertine to ask another question if he had any more questions. Otherwise he would lead the student back to the training room.
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Oh, Libertine would spend many long hours practicing this technique indeed. Libertine did all he could to remember each step, going over the exact way he had approached Tapas with his Master there beside him. A Master of preparation, in what he knew, Libertine hold for a moment to make sure he understood all that he needed in order to master such a technique through repetition.
Wrenching droplets of water from his now snow-filled hands, Libertine turned again to his Master. "That is all, Master..", speaking with a humbling tone and a lowering of his head. Libertine respected the manner in which he was taught, he wished to soak up more than he could think of.
As his Master turned beginning to lead him inside, he held a moment; building up to an ugly giggle alone on the snowy cliff, he'd feel along the face of his mask with one open hand. Being more of a tight helmet, he could never feel much of anything from within his mask; unaccounting the body's inner workings, they're all connected and feelings such as cold would run up into the guarded walls of his mask no matter what. Libertine thought of his timing, when he would release the Tapas technique as they went back inside; but so giddy was he, that he waited there at the cliff's edge.
Turning back to follow his Master, only separated my a few meters, he briskly tip-toed; knowing that obedience and expedience were required of himself, he would keep that at the forefront of his prioritized mind.
Wrenching droplets of water from his now snow-filled hands, Libertine turned again to his Master. "That is all, Master..", speaking with a humbling tone and a lowering of his head. Libertine respected the manner in which he was taught, he wished to soak up more than he could think of.
As his Master turned beginning to lead him inside, he held a moment; building up to an ugly giggle alone on the snowy cliff, he'd feel along the face of his mask with one open hand. Being more of a tight helmet, he could never feel much of anything from within his mask; unaccounting the body's inner workings, they're all connected and feelings such as cold would run up into the guarded walls of his mask no matter what. Libertine thought of his timing, when he would release the Tapas technique as they went back inside; but so giddy was he, that he waited there at the cliff's edge.
Turning back to follow his Master, only separated my a few meters, he briskly tip-toed; knowing that obedience and expedience were required of himself, he would keep that at the forefront of his prioritized mind.
Back in the training room, Choray sat down at the table and motioned for Libertine to do the same.
"Sit, acolyte," Choray said, "there are a few things I would like to discuss now. This training is not just about learning Force Powers and a saber form, but I also want you to understand what we are doing. To understand what you will become."
The Zabrak pulled down the hood of his cloak and leaned with his elbows on the table. He folded his hands and took a deep breath. He would ask Libertine something, a query to which Libertine might not have an answer. Or maybe he did.
"Tell me, acolyte," Choray said, "what is the Dark Side of the Force?"
"Sit, acolyte," Choray said, "there are a few things I would like to discuss now. This training is not just about learning Force Powers and a saber form, but I also want you to understand what we are doing. To understand what you will become."
The Zabrak pulled down the hood of his cloak and leaned with his elbows on the table. He folded his hands and took a deep breath. He would ask Libertine something, a query to which Libertine might not have an answer. Or maybe he did.
"Tell me, acolyte," Choray said, "what is the Dark Side of the Force?"
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Sitting, as commanded, Libertine leaned back into the chair; his posture as impeccable as always, his fingertips connected in a spread five-point star position that rested over his abdomen. His twisted grin held strong from beneath his mask, even as his Master's next question dove deeper than expected.
"what is the Dark Side of the Force?"
Libertine thought for a moment. He wasn't one for brainless remarks, and he needed to search his memory for an acceptable answer. The masked human hadn't spent much time learning about the force as no one around him before now had any answers, but rather he was just using what he felt as a means to whatever end; or rather an end he hadn't yet worked out. He had supposed that he came here to learn of that goal, he so deviously sought out.
Opening his mouth with a pause, "..From my inexperienced time with the force, I dare only venture to define the 'Dark Side' as a tool. A numinous extension of our fleshy limits with a deeper rooted history than I currently understand, but a tool nonetheless... freeing in its rawest nature." Libertine knew there was great risk in answering such a question, though he was there to learn. He knew that whatever he said, there would be a better explanation than he could come up with. Normally, at this time, he would offer his Master up the opportunity to enlighten him, though he determined that it would only come across as a wordy waste of disrespecting time. Instead he merely leaned forward with a tilt of his head in readiness for the answers his new Master would reveal.
"what is the Dark Side of the Force?"
Libertine thought for a moment. He wasn't one for brainless remarks, and he needed to search his memory for an acceptable answer. The masked human hadn't spent much time learning about the force as no one around him before now had any answers, but rather he was just using what he felt as a means to whatever end; or rather an end he hadn't yet worked out. He had supposed that he came here to learn of that goal, he so deviously sought out.
Opening his mouth with a pause, "..From my inexperienced time with the force, I dare only venture to define the 'Dark Side' as a tool. A numinous extension of our fleshy limits with a deeper rooted history than I currently understand, but a tool nonetheless... freeing in its rawest nature." Libertine knew there was great risk in answering such a question, though he was there to learn. He knew that whatever he said, there would be a better explanation than he could come up with. Normally, at this time, he would offer his Master up the opportunity to enlighten him, though he determined that it would only come across as a wordy waste of disrespecting time. Instead he merely leaned forward with a tilt of his head in readiness for the answers his new Master would reveal.