(Open) What Shall I Do?

[Xivilli]

Xivilli was standing on a destroyed top floor of a tower that was barely standing on the destroyed planet, the Sith's crowning achievement. He sat on the floor, the wind blowing across his face and through his hair, eyes closed as he perceived the world around him. He could feel their screams, the pain and fear echoed and pulsed through the world and into his mind.

Such barbaric beauty.

He was doing his best to mask his presence in the Force as he contemplated a serious choice... what should he do with his life? Become an Assassin of the Sith, to sneak and murder in the shadows? To fight as a Warrior, powerful and sure in his destruction?

Or would he follow the path of his mother, and become a Sorcerer?

Either way, he needed to learn new powers before he decided. He doubted he'd become a Warrior, but the choice was still there... should he remain hidden or fool with the minds of his enemies? He could not decide... Maybe something would help him do so.

Xivilli continued to try and mask his presence, because either way, this ability would come in handy. Sometimes, one needed to be hidden, not open to the sight of others.

He ended his meditation and began to take off his robes and gear. Neatly folding his robes and lightly armored chest piece, he placed them on top of a flat piece of rubble before he began his exercise. The Pureblood was muscular, but still lean, never being one to grow to a behemoth's size for added muscle. He began with 100 one-handed pushups, for each arm, 50 ab crutches, 50 chinups on a metal support beam that had held his weight, and a few other workouts he had only just begun. When he lost, he realized his time away from Sith influence had made him weak.

It was time to rectify that.

Hours later, when the sun was setting on the destroyed landscape, Xivilli was finishing up his exercise by Force Jumping on different sections of rubble, leaping from spot to spot, hoping to increase his endurance of such sustained Force augmented abilities. After he nearly collapsed on to a pile of rubble, the Pureblood decided it was time to rest.

Taking a meditative position, he had his back to the sun as it fell over the horizon. Muttering the Sith Code perfectly, the Sith retrieved something from his robes... a Holocron, the last remnant of his mother. She had only ever made three, though the other two were lost with her death. This one, however, was retrieved from her ship by the surviving Imperials and given to him.

Oddly enough, he did not miss her.

Activating the Holocron before him, her image flickered to life, and he scowled. Her hair was black as midnight in life, but the imaging of the Holocron distorted that. Her eyes were the same color as his, her skin just as red with only horns on her eyebrows, not her cheeks like him. She wore grey armorweave underneath a flowing black robes. He never wanted to see her again, but it was time to learn her lesson...

"Ah, yes... hello, my blood. Come to continue the lesson? Very well, whelp, listen closely! It is time to take the steps needed to utilize the Mind Trick..."

Damn woman never knew when to shut up.

 

[Hakora]

Hakora walked the destroyed streets lets the force act as chaos through him. As he walked, it surged and cracked the ground he walked on and bent street lights. He was very intune with the destructive side of the force and loved to let it surge. Every now and then he would send a force push into a building to cause the glass to explode.

As he walked a street gang confronted him. He had no time for them so he waved his hand before they could place their demands and their leader went flying into a wall, busting his head all over the newly stained wall. The other two literally lost their heads over the situation from Hakora's lightsabers. He looked down to see a burn on his shoulder where one got off a pistol shot that scraped his shoulder. He shrugged it off and kept moving.

He came to the tower in question and let the force stop surging as it was hard on him since he didn't have that great of control. He climbed the building until he saw Xivilli and a holocron. "You wanted to train, Xivilli?"

 

[Xivilli]

Xivilli's head turned to look at the newcomer, before he grinned. "Hakora! Good to see you! The Pureblood's smile was full of subtleties, the deep hatred underneath it all, the forced emotion outside. "Would you like to meet my mother?"

"Who is this, my blood?! You dare invite another-"

"Just get on with the lesson you damnable machine, I want to get this out of the way." Xivilli said, his voice becoming firm but remaining calm.

He motioned for Hakora to sit beside him as the projection of his mother huffed in indignation. The Pureblood did not fear Hakora, they were both Acolytes here, and Xivilli was not arrogant. While Hakora and he were both new to the Sith, he had hoped they'd become acquaintances. It might be interesting to have some allies early on.

 

[Hakora]

Hakora's eyebrow raised in questioning the situation revealing from under the hood his pureblood eyes which were growing brighter and more sensiter the more he dove into the dark side. He sat next to the sith, but he could hardly call him a friend. Hakora wasn't really much on friends and the last friend he had he killed just to know what killing felt like, who was to say he wouldn't do it again or vice versa. This was the way of the sith, kill or be killed. Right now was training time and this mother program was getting on his nerves.

 

[Xivilli]

The projection glared at Xivilli and Hakora before saying, "It is not the Sith way to share power."

"But you are not a Holocron for the Sith way, merely a technique. You're programmed to pass your knowledge to me, and so here I am. Ignore my silent companion here."

Sighing, the woman spoke, "The Mind Trick is a difficult and complicated power. Using the Force to influence another sentient's mind is no easy matter, for they can become aware of your presence, be harder to control than others, or outright immune. The best Mind Tricks, and easiest, are commands given to a being that they would agree to without large amounts of influence. Start by stretching out your perceptions, feel the life around you through the Force. Start with each other, since you're both here. Simply feel their life force, their emotions... slowly, begin to delve a little bit deeper and feel surface thoughts. Once you've done this, we shall continue."

Xivilli nodded before closing his eyes and sending out his perceptions. He could feel the Dark Side engulfing this planet, filling the air he breathed. If was a little hard to feel Hakora's unique aura amongst the screams and pain of the dead, but he found it. Hakora was irritated, he saw, and basking in the destructive aspects of the Force, the Dark Side. It seemed like Hakora was violence itself, and this man Xi tilt his head slightly. Next, the thoughts...

 

[Hakora]

Hakora was a bit confused why this guy was arguing with a holocron, but shrugged. Then he heard the holocron to command them to read each others minds and Hakora smirked with an idea. He focused his own mind on death. He brought back the visions of a young Hakora killing his parents, grandparents and everyone else in the family. In this vision, there was blood, blood of women and even children. He smirked as he let Xivilli saw all this and then he kicked him out of his mind.

Hakora then violently sentout his own mind to feel all around him. He could see battles of the past and then all of this went on Xivilli, but for some reason Hakora decided against it since with his violent control of the force it would cause the other pain to enter his mind. Why Hakora decided against causing someone pain was unclear.

 

[Xivilli]

Xivilli smiled when he saw the carnage Hakora had wraught upon his family, but frowned and put up walls of complex ideas and equations to help keep Hakora from invading his mind.

"You truly are violence, aren't you? Is there anything else besides bloodlust? Xivilli asked, his mind dwelling on his ambition, how he badly wants all the power the Force has to offer and use it to his own design.

"It seems your friend here has a rough touch, my blood, but he succeeded as did you. Now, try again, but this time, search out for life around you, such as the various street gangs or animals roaming around this destruction. Feel their thoughts and delve deeper, but be subtle. Should you rush or use too much power, you could alert them to you, or even kill them. You are here to make them do your bidding.

 

[Hakora]

"I am a weapon for the Sith to use on their enemies and nothing more." Hakora's existance was sad, but fighting and killing was enough for this warrior to be. He did as the holocron said and reached out trying to invade minds, but his power began killing the weaklings so he stopped. This was going to prove a lot more difficult then he expected. He calmed his mind and focussed on domination. He reached out with the force and this time it was still dark, but calm. He found a group of street gan members, 5. He invaded their minds and lingered there without control to feel inside them. Then he gave them all a message, "Walk up to me." A while past, but finally a group of people entered the room and stood in a line. "Pull out your guns." They followed the order, "Die." They put the guns to their heads and three killed themselves while two broke free and opened fire on Hakora, but he sent both flying into a wall, breaking their skulls. "Better than expected."

 

[Xivilli]

Xivilli merely looked over his shoulder as the gang entered and attempted to kill the Acolyte. He was not concerned, for he assumed Hakora would be able to handle it, which he did. The Pureblood went back to focusing on his own meditations, using his mind to slither through the Force and feel for sentient life. When he found a someone, a woman and a man, he smiled.

Feeling their thoughts, he saw they were a young couple, on the run from a gang. The man was confident and sure, but the girl was scared, and did not trust her partner very well. Part of her felt he was going to leave her for dead if they found her, that he'd save himself and not her. The Pureblood began to prey upon this fear, pushing doubts and whispers into her mind, that he would throw her away. He would betray her, leave her for dead...

This went on for a long time, about ten minutes, and the Pureblood was finding it difficult to remain subtle enough to not gain notice, but powerful enough to nudge her. A grin split across his features when he finally had broken her. he felt her mind fog with confusion, heard her cry as tears ran down her face, and then finally, he gave the last push...

The last thing he sensed was the girl taking her lover's blaster, and pulling the trigger against his chest.

"I assume from your chuckles, you succeeded?" He hadn't realized he'd been laughing softly. "Try it again, both of you."

 

[Hakora]

Hakora glared at the holocron, he wished she was real so he could rip her throat. He began to pace, he saw the need for mind trick, but it such a boring thing to learn. He then sat down and closed his eyes to begin meditating. He began to search out for life again until, once again, a gang. It was a hideout and it was quick to figure out which one was the leader, but it wasn't intelligence that made him a leader. Hakora entered his mind and sneered at all the idoitism within his mind. He began feeding thoughts to him and realized this man was too stupid to even listen to anything smarter so he instead flooded the man's mind with violence, horrific ideas which sent the man into a crazy, insanity. The men around him surround their boss asking if he was ok and driving to shake him out of it, but Hakora did not relent and kept filling his mind of horrors and even drew from a scene of the man's mother being murder when he was a kid and he put this memory on repeat until it all ended with a loud bang and then no more thoughts. Hakora opened his eyes. "Darkness is everywhere."

 

[Xivilli]

Xivilli meditated for a moment after Hakora finally relented and allowed himself to be taught. He felt life across the distance before seeing a street race through the mind of one of the spectators. He smiled, they were using speeder bikes and simply doing high speed laps. The Pureblood slowly began to urge the fan with thoughts of uncontrollable excitement and energy, of money and intensity that had him on the edge of his seat. Pure exaggeration of the race was driving the fan wild, and finally, Xi sent the thought of how amazing it would be to see the winner finish up close...

The fan bolted from his seat and ran on to the track, screaming his head off and cheering just as the leader sped across the line, and into him.

The Pureblood opened his eyes and smiled, "Child's play."

"Once again, I'll assume you've done as asked. Now, remember that Persuasion works best when it is something they would normally do on their own and not against their nature. The more strange and out of character the command, the harder it will be to convince them to do it. And remember, you could even kill someone should you press them with the Force too much, as it can cause seizures if applied too violently. Now, for the last portion of this lesson... let's try Telepathy, speaking to another through a mental link. This goes back to the first lesson, sensing each other and their surface thoughts... Now, try to place your thoughts into the other's mind in the form of words... for example, tell the other something, anything, until you can understand each other's words. This is not a command, but merely communication. It will come in handy when you are working with other Sith, or have a Master of your own. The more personal the relationship, the easier this power is passed between two people."

 

[Hakora]

Due to how all the RPs I am in that people are taking a week or more to post (except here) and how there seems to be more needing training then there is giving training I am leave this sure since I found a more active one.