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Laeonas Tannaras

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Practice on Concentration, Day 1

"Fuckin shite piece of- oh, it's workin'. Alright, so I've been thinkin. Whenever I've reached out with that sorta... jayz, whatever t'is I got, it's stronger when I concentrat' as much as I can. So, I've taken to writin' in my progress in this recordin' device I got way back home in that ol' warehouse. Thought it was cool at the time, didn't use it, but now, I'oughta just do this to remind myself of how far I've come when I start learning how ta rip skyscrapers outta the ground. Consider this day 1."

Leonas put the recorder down on his desk. The traffic outside this apartment was loud, so he stood up, closing the window. He had let his hair down, and removed most anything from him that could be distracting. His clothes hadn't been washed, so he had taken off his jack and overshirt.

Laying on a sleeping mat left by the original renters (probably spice addicts, but he didn't care.) Laeonas closed his eyes, breathing heavily- but than, calmly. He tried to clear out everything from his mind. He couldn't force it- he had learned after years and years of trying to intentionally force his powers forward that it wouldn't work. He had first considered alternatives when his mother had told him the apparently frightening story of when he had lifted up a small welding tool out of thin air with his hands stretched out when he was three, prompting a terrified shriek and the appropriately frantic response.

It wasn't will that brought forth that weird... he didn't even know how to describe it. It felt like energy- an all encompassing field that was always around him. It felt stronger around people... around things that were alive, generally. But on this world, that wasn't an issue- he was practically drowning in it. He could spend a thousand lifetimes exploring Coruscant and not cover even a quarter of it. He could scarcely believe this world could even feed itself.

It didn't bother him though. Nothing was bothering him right now- a rare occurrence, to be sure. He allowed everything to just continue- his thoughts, how he felt. Forcing anything wouldn't achieve anything. It was like trying to fall asleep, and he had learned it well.

He concentrated on that energy around him, that feeling. Everything else started to fade, and for a moment, it seemed so big- so all encompassing, absolutely everything was connected to i-

"TANNARAAAS! WHERE'S MY KRIFFIN' MONAAAAAAAYYYY!" an enraged voice shouted. "YOU'RE A MONTH AND A HALF PAST DUE, IF I COME IN THERE AND YOU DON'T HAVE 1200 CREDITS ON YOUR DESK, I'll FEED YA TO MY DOGS YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHI-"

Drogast Jotast's massive body hit the floor a few seconds after he had stopped talk. Laeonas had discharged 3 bursts from his rifle right through.

Scrambling, Laeonas packed everything into a large duffle bag he had sat near his bed. He slipped his shirt and coat on, tucking away his rifle, before jumping out of the window and onto the fire escape. He almost began to climb down, but he stopped, reaching out his hand to grab the little recording device he had on his desk. After that, he began speedily climbing down the railings. He bolted down the alley and out onto the streets.

The authorities wouldn't be able to track him. An apartment on level 1401 was hardly worth the venture to.
 
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Practice on Manipulation, Day 2

The evening had been quiet for Laeonas. Besides the dripping of breaking pipes and the pitter-patter of vermin. It was familiar to him- a lot of this world was. But it was better, and he could see that in almost everything.

But some things never changed regardless of where he was.

He started up the recorder-

"I'guess this is day two. That fat pieceofshite four armed basterd is alive, but one of his hearts'll give out anyway eventually, so it's not like my failure to kill that slumlord prick'll make me lose sleep. Found meself an abandoned little place to keep quiet. There's no evidence pointing to me besides a bit of testimony, but black 'aired humie basterd won't do ya much on Coruscant of all places," Laeonas began, rambling a bit.


"When this sorta thing started appearin', I was just a bab- and I was liftin' oatmeal across a table through the air. If an infant can do it there's no excuse for why I can't, so I think I'll go ahead and see just how well I can still do it." the boy mused. "I'll try and record the aftermath, see my progress."

He'd switch off the recorder, and take a deep breathe.

The basement of this old building was large, and it was filled with crates. Old crates of spoiled food, of mechanical parts, he wasn't even sure what was in most of them, and he mostly didn't care. But they were all quite heavy.

Glancing over at an old can of some sort, Laeonas' eyes narrowed a bit, and he'd flick his hand.

The can fell over, lightly. He'd chuckle a bit, before turning around. There was a stack of crates, piled a couple of feet up. Slowly, Laeonas would extend his arm, and close his eyes.

There was a pulling sensation across his mind. It was heavy- almost like as he reached out with the force, what he tried to move went right back. His actions reverbeated around him, echoing over and over. Focusing, he'd tune it out.

His fingers shook a bit- and the crates started to rattle. Laeonas would raise his arm a bit up into the air, slowly at first, gritting his teeth. The crates began to hover across the ground.

His eyes remained closed, but he could feel everything in the room. Even the small insects infested in half the crates in the room, the rats that occasionaly devoured a bug or two, and the ever constant dripping of water onto the old concrete floor. Both of Laeonas' arms looked as if they were lifting something wide, pushing.

One by one, the stacks of crates started to come up, and for a few seconds, everything was in the air.

And than, at once, it all collapsed.

Laeonas breathed in heavily as the crates shattered and thousands of bugs began crawling out, and very suddenly, he remembered he had been afraid of them his entire life.
 

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Practice on Physical Strength, Day 3.

This was so much better.

Rather than some disgusting infested basement, he was actually somewhere that, well, people lived.

Lived wasn't a proper term for a gymnasium on level 3406, but it was still lightyears ahead of where he was. He'd ran out of that basement screaming like a child, tearing off his clothes just to rip off all the little bugs that had crawled across his flesh.

His things were tucked into a duffle bag now. He had brought them with him along the elevators and taxis further up Coruscant's levels. 3406 was a respectable place to be. It was heavily policed, and had been for a few years after the crime rates had climbed a bit to high for the more wealthy neighborhoods to be comfortable.

So they made a petition to the local government to bring on a police crackdown and, very quickly, things had changed. For someone like Laeonas, this wasn't the best area to be, but right now, he just needed to be away from the cold and the dark and the underworld filth for at least a couple of days.

His practice today didn't need to long of an introduction, so he hit the recording button.

"I'd say the last practice almost ended without issues, but than I got thrust into a kriffin' horror holo, so it didn't work." He'd begin, chuckling a bit, before shivering again. It still felt like those bugs were crawling all over him.


"What I'can say is that I'm glad to be up here, instead'of down there. But onto the practice. These'ar things I can do, that come from, least from what I think, things that'ar livin'. When I'm... not sure how to put it, but when I'm movin' or my body's burnin' from it, I feel closer ta'it. So I think I'll just use all these fancy workout bits to test that theory." Laeonas, finally, explained.

Physical activity was no stranger to the boy. He had been running down streets since he was 8 years old, often carrying stolen wallets, credit chips, food, or any other valuable goods he might have snatched. But there was one thing he had noticed-- a pattern, of sorts.

Whenever he had reached out and snatched something with his mind, the resulting chase was often way more successful. There were other factors at play that caused his pursuers to gain the upper hand, ofcourse, but there had only been one time he had failed after using his abilities, and that was when he had turned around, lifted one of his pursuers into the air, and started choking them until they went unconscious.

Needless to say he was reported by all the surrounding civilians, and thrown into prison for a month and a half.

But it had been his constant physical labor that, strangely enough, had heightened his abilities in later years. Laeonas had just continued doing manual labor after he was released from prison, and the boy could steal much more stealthily than before- and when he was caught, he ran quicker than any middle aged two-bit merchant could chase him.

But that was all behind him. As he began to apply himself, he didn't notice any immediate change. He wasn't very patient, but he understood that things just wouldn't immediately fall into place, that was for certain. But it was a bit annoying, going through the motions, making his body burn as bad as it did. But it was normal, at this point.

As he finished up, he closed his eyes. Taking in deep breathes, Laeonas reached out. He could feel the hum of the lights above him, how the gym was strangely still so empty. Everything seemed to be at peace.

So, for once, he left without a problem.

And he smiled a bit.
 

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Practice on the Metaphysical, Day 5

"Alright, day five, right?" Laeonas began, scratching the back of his head. "Ai decided t'day would start off with a bit of an exercise. Ai want ta see what I can... see. Makes no sense now that I mention it, but I just want to take a bit of a trip. Think Ai'll give it a shot." Laeonas explained. chucking a bit. He hadn't done a recording in several weeks, but this definitely fit with the rest of his logs, even if the subject matter was a bit out there.

Laeonas had prepared a bit of a... drug? That wasn't the way to describe it, but he had been reading a bit on a few strange practices used by outer rim cultists during the high republic. Without much thinking, he sipped it, and he kept his eyes open.

There had been nothing.

A long, vast silence. An absence of all things, even absence itself. Nothing was nowhere, and nowhere was nothing. There had been no truth. There had been no untruth. There had been truth. And there had been untruth. At the same time, all had been, because all hadn't been.

Laeonas had closed his eyes, and he had not had a single dream.

And it was as he had willed it.

He had tried to focus so hard on what had been or what was, but he hadn't focused on the immaterial. The force... yes, that had been what his "mentor" had called it-- it was more than just a binding of things. It was much more than anything that could be understood.

Things burned beyond his eyes and behind them dark things danced. Or was it the other way around? He didn't know, and he didn't care.

Words and non-verbal ideas. All flowed freely, all hit the rock bed. All stopped, all continued.

"Alright, day five, right?"
 
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