Blowing Bubbles in the Desert - Self Training

[Linalia Soft]

(1/15, 470 words)

Linalia chose a very obscure, desert covered planet. Despite the fact that she was crazy, she had some level of respect. And she wanted to refine this ability before unleashing it upon other people. She set down her tiny ship so far away from civilization, no one would know of her presence.

The cockpit hissed open and Linalia hopped out, her feet landing lightly on the sand. The sunlight was bright and hot. baring down on the ground intensely. Lina drew the Force into herself, bringing with it the heat from the sun, difusing it through her body. Tutaminis was going to be helpful her. She wasn't able to use it to ward of intense things like lightsabers or blasters yet. But simple heat from the sun was no issue.

Lina began her trek. What she was about to attempt would destroy her ship. It was a long, lonely journey. But finally she felt like she got far enough. All around her was flat. There were a few rolls in the ground but that was it. Soon the terrain would be much different.

Force Repulse was an art form derived from telekinesis. It meant gathering up large amounts of Force and pushing it out in a blast, 360 degrees in all directions. It could cause devastating harm.

Before she could reach that though, she had to hone her skills in telekinesis just a bit more. Linalia would pair this with Force Push to truly build up to the power of Repulse. So she began.

Quickly, Lina drew up the Force inside of her, preparing for the endless onslaught she was about to unleash on the sand. Grabbing ahold of a bunch of sand directly in front of her, she lifted each pebble and microscopic grain of sand about 3 feet into the air, formed it into a straight line, and with a huge amount of energy, she blasted it forward, extending her right hand violently. Most of it shot forward, but a bit created a concave half bubble in front of her.

The line was visible for about 150 yards, a scar in the face of the planet. "Good start," Linalia said to herself. "Ninety-nine to go." 100 times is how many lines of dirt she would send flying. It was the goal she set. Though she was impatient, she wanted things to be done right. And the only way to do something right, was to do it over and over again.

So Linalia began again, for her second time. She turned slightly in a new direction, gathering up an even larger bit of sand, stretching it out, and then sent it flying. Another concave dirt shield was thrown up. The dark hair woman threw her arm in front of her eyes to keep the dust from temporarily blinding her.

 

[Linalia Soft]

(2/15, 579 words, 1,049 total)

Each blast of sand cause a loud roar of sound. About twenty-five sand bolts in, the earth all around her was marred and destroyed. Slowly, Linalia was forming almost a pedestal in the center of it all. Despite routing the heat of the sun through her body to keep cool, the pure force she had to exert caused her to sweat profusely. All this Force use had caused her emotions to rise up and she angrily wiped the sweat off of her forehead, flicking it onto the ground.

Lina took only a moment's rest. Once again she lifted up dirt in front of her. Now it was brown. The brown dirt that was hiding deep beneath the white-gold top layer had been exposed. Now each time she pushed the dirt out violently, it would cause not only the scars, but brown veins would break out in the far reaches of the circle which was still golden white.

Another few hours passed and Linalia was just over halfway through her goal. The sun began to set slowly over the horizon. A small hop off of her throne of sand and Lina began the trek back to her ship for the night. She needed to get there before the dark fully descended.

Finally she arrived. With the lights from her ship, the young apprentice set up camp. Pitching the tent, setting up a cooking station, boiling water to ensure it was safe too drink. It came from some stores in her small ship. But Linalia preferred the safe route. After a simple meal, Linalia settled down for the night.

Making sure to wake before the heat, Lina packed away all of her camping supplies and secured them inside her ship. Quickly checking her compass, she set off back to her training spot. It appeared on the horizon after a while. By the time she reached it, the sun had begun to make its final journey into the sky. Soon she would have to begin dispersing the heat, but for now she saved her energy to make sure her performance was on par to begin with.

She made the last few steps to the pedestal of sand. Briefly, Lina closed her eyes, preparing herself, letting her rage and her hate for anyone less than her to build up. With a flourish, she opened her eyes, bringing in the Force, letting it coat itself on every molecule, every atom that made up her body. With speed, she grabbed a huge pile of dirt up, instantly throwing her hand out, projecting it further than before. It wasn't a lot further, but it was noticeably more powerful than yesterday. "Hard work pays off," she grinned to herself maniacally.

Again and again she worked at the same thing. Blast of sand after blast of sand, digging a huge crater around her. It grew deeper and deeper. It widened and stretched as she exerted as much power as she possibly could. Finally, panting from the effort she reached a hundred. She met her goal.

Jumping off the small plateau that now stood in the center of the large crater, she took a few paces away before sending a powerful blast of Force right at it, combining the skills she had been working on. The tower of sand blasted apart in all directions.

Walking over to where it had once stood, she was in the center of the crater. Now it was time to put it all together.