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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