Faction Built to be Broken

[Darth Tormenta]

Khamesi was more patient than many Sith. A lesson taught be her old master, and one that had led to his very death. As it was, most Sith she encountered were impatient and rash. Sometimes such things were useful, but many failed to see or plan for a bigger picture. That was why she was making the gathered Acolytes wait. She wasn't sure how many had shown up to the little lesson she'd arranged, but one thing was for certain, those that remained were going to learn something, whether they liked it or not. Finally, nearly an hour after she had made them gather she entered the room. Her height and bulk forced her to duck to even enter the room she'd set this up in. She'd met a few larger Sith than herself, but as things went she was generally among the larger active Sith. She swept her eyes among the gathered Acolytes. Many were....disappointing, but some had promise. Even among the disappointments some would walk away with her lessons, but it would not be many. Stacked on a table at the front of the room were several piles of different materials. Wroshyr wood panels, ceramic plates, and finally thick metal plates made from Bronzium.

Here at the Palace of Silver Rain, Khamesi did absolutely nothing to hide the swirl of dark side energy that nestled within her. She was no sorcerer or assassin, she was a warrior and warlord through and through. While she seemingly lacked scars, anyone with the right sort of eye could take one look at her and realize she was an experienced fighter. Several smaller Acolytes balked in her presence. They were the main disappointments. Her power was great yes, but there were lords and ladies that still dwarfed her own power, and if they balked at her, they would never last in the Sith without mastering themselves. She pointed at the three that had sunk into their seats the moment she had appeared.

"You three, leave. You are not ready for what I'm teaching. Return to the Grey Annex, and do not show yourselves again until you can stand straight even in the presence of those better than you. If you can't manage that much, you do not deserve to call yourselves Sith."

Somewhat shockingly given her frame, her voice did not quiver or shake with rage. It was a cold fury. Anger that such weakness had slipped through this far. They may yet still have promise, but as it was they were still far to brittle, and needed to temper themselves before they were worthy of the title of even Acolyte. Two of them scurried out, perhaps thankful that Khamesi had dismissed them. The third however, despite being pale with fear, remained in his seat. Khamesi towered over him and glared down at him for several seconds, before a toothy smile spread on her face.

"Good. You may still be the least here, but at least you did not scurry away like a shamed cub. You may not learn the rest of my lessons today, but at the least, you have learned to swallow your pride and your fear to better yourself. You have promise yet."

She turned away from the Acolyte and grabbed the panels of Wroshyr wood. Expensive, especially for Sith, but it was the same way she had learned the lesson she was to teach. Each was about an inch thick, with pieces as thick as four inches remaining on the table. She handed a single panel to each and every Acolyte that remained. With this she returned to the table at the front of the room where all could see her. The room itself was previously some kind of storage room, not a proper classroom. The chairs were made from metal, and angled such that one could not be comfortable no matter how they sat in it. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all bare metal, harsh light filling the room. Khamesi had chosen this room for privacy, and to deal with the arrogance some young Acolytes had. There would be no cushion, no books, no coddling for the rich or powerful brats that may be here.

"None of you yet know why you are here, or who I am. Some may have heard of me, many of you may not. Whether it was laziness, arrogance, or because you were busy with other training doesn't matter. After today none of you will forget my face or what I'm here for. Those of you gathered, whether of your choice, your masters, or the whims of someone here at the Palace, are here to learn something I specialize in. Most of you will have heard of it. It is a little ability known as 'Shatterpoint'."

As Khamesi spoke, she picked up a slab of Bronzium that was six inches thick, it was big enough it could be strapped to most peoples chest and act as a breastplate. Many in this room would struggle to even lift it, let alone what she was about to do. Khamesi suspended it in the air in front of her before her fist whipped forward, and broke it into several unequal pieces, the heavy shards thudding loudly to the floor as she released her hold on them.

"With time, practice, and pain, you could eventually shatter armor such as that, or greater, once you understand what I teach you. It will take time, and blood to be able to do it as quickly as that, especially in combat, but it will let you shatter near any armor or obstacle in your way if you desire. This includes Phrik and Beskar given time. Some of you may be confused, as Shatterpoint has a second aspect that cannot be taught. You either can do it, or can't. That is it's ability to identify and know the different paths major events can take. How the rivers of time and choice spread out from one major event. No one can teach you this, you either do it, or you can't. It is born into you, or cursed depending on your perspective. NOW. For the first part of the lesson. I have given each of you a panel of Wroshyr wood, from Kashyyyk. This wood has been used by the Wookies in the past to build weapons, armor, and even starships. It is as tough as many metals, and even breaking this will be no easy feat. What you are going to do is keep hitting this one panel. You will not stop until either your body breaks, or the wood does. Once everyone has found their limit, I shall teach you the next step. Oh and, the use of any force enhancements or telekinesis to cheat here is forbidden. If any of you try to circumvent a vital part of learning Shatterpoint, you will see what pain feels like once every bone in your body is broken. One. By. One. Now, begin!"

Darth Malum of House Marr Adeline Noctua Trayze Tesar Omon Kaa / Darth Diem

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio
Location | Training room
Tag | Darth Tormenta

She had heard of this before, the ability to shatter the strongest of metals with one directed hit right at the armor's weakest point that would allow it to break. So it was of no surprise that Adeline quickly wormed her way into this class, it had been a tad difficult since this teaching was not on the books as far as she knew.

She snickers at the her fellow apprentices as the large woman made them leave, it was a tad confusing how she managed to stay, despite her obvious petite nature.

Once the wood had been placed down before her, she raises a brow... This.. Why would anyone want to make an armor out of wood? With a curious finger she gets a feel of it, then knocks on it a bit.. It just felt like normal wood.. She can snap chairs in half with ease, what kind of test was this?

Soon she brings down a clenched fist, her vampiric strength making a considerable break yet it didn't fully snap. There was no sign of any reliance on the force, this woman was a force all on her own.

Still, she glances at her reddened hand, odd.. Much stronger than it looked, the same could be said for Adeline ironically.
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You will not stop until either your body breaks, or the wood does.

A bit frustrated, Adeline growls faintly, her fangs showing for a moment before she punched the wood with all that she could muster in this form. The slab of wood finally gave in under her strength, yet her hand was now becoming more red, sections of her skin cut up and slightly bleeding. The task had been done, sure. But it wasn't like she aimed for any weak point, just raw strength and stubbornness. And so with a sigh she knows that nothing had been learned, now angered with herself. The "test" had been completed, just with the wrong answer.

And so, with the next slab, she actively tries to ponder on the

weak point... This was harder than one would expect for sure..​

 

[Darth Atramentar]

Atramentar was in one of the darker corners of the room, his massive arms crossed in front of his chest. He was nearly melting with the dark and giving little noise from below his good while observing the fresh meat training with the formidable woman.

Shatterpoint was one of the most difficult techniques there was and required an intense amount of focus and concentration on the object in front.

He was looking for potential individuals to take an interest in.
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[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Malum had certainly not thought he would be back here so soon. Indeed, had he not said the next time he would be back here was with the Holocron of Darth Marr in hand? Instead, here he was, sitting with his legs crossed, as he arched himself listening to the instructor in front of him. What could he exactly say of her? She was evidently Cathar, and she was evidently strong, built both horizontally and vertically by the looks, and she seemed to have an incredibly no-nonsense attitude if her treatment of those acolytes was any indication. Poor fools, too strong to be normal, too weak to be Sith. Truly there was no worse fate in the galaxy than to be a weak Sith.

Of the Palace of Silver Rain, it seemed to be doing quite well since the last time he was here. Of course the last time he was here, the Palace had been under siege, so probably not too much of a guess that it was doing far better now. For himself, it was rather odd having walked back here and having cheers emerge out from his peers, phrases like “Hero of Saijo” had been thrown around, to his flushed expressions. Seemed that his actions in commanding them against the Warhawk was still well remembered here. It was a nice feeling all things considered, back to one of his homes, even if he would only remain here for a short while.

His eyes straightened as the Cathar began her explanation on the reasoning they were here. She was not wrong in any of her words, Strongpoint, the ability to make all which was strong, crumble in an instant, to see weakness within a solid, and exploit it to bring the entire structure down. It was a rather powerful ability no matter which direction someone considered it, perhaps too strong one might say, yet that was the will of the force, it cared naught for their mortal struggles. She was quick to show the full potential of the ability, throwing the chunk of Bronzium in the air, and then striking it, uneven chunks splintering out and landing upon the floor. An impressive feat, even if the woman seemed to be far physically stronger than most, no amount of physical feats would allow such a thing normally, such was the strength of Shatterpoint, he supposed.

Malum needed to learn this ability, the memory of Kal’Shebbol still loomed heavy in his mind. Though he had not directly fought a Mandalorian as both Adeline and Omon had, it became all the more clear that their beskar armour was a threat, one which he currently did not have the means to neutralise. This, this would give him that route.

He stepped out from his seat as he went off to a far off station, he had noticed Adeline’s presence here, and that meant bad things for him, especially if he needed to focus to do this. They would have time to speak later, well for him speaking would be generous, but still, it was the thought or the delusion that counted, right?

He placed the Wroshyr wood on the table before him, as he breathed in and out deeply. This was going to hurt, a lot. The Wookiees were some of the most famed warriors in the galaxy, if they used this for their armours and weapons, he had no doubt of its strength. Which meant for him, this would be very painful indeed.

Malum grit his teeth as he delivered the first punch. His entire arm shook with pain, as with annoyance he noted it seemed the wood did not even have a dent.

A second punch then, he wound his arms up, as he breathed in and then out deeply, both to energise his hands and to provide some pain relief. He grit his teeth as yet another sharp pang went through his arms, a sharp groan as he pawed his pained, now bleeding hand with his other hand. He could feel a slight dizziness come before him, before he focused up again. Idly he noticed that the wood was dented now, with a piece of it broken off, but this was far from Shatterpoint.

One last attempt then, before he likely had to bow out and see what other options there were.

With his free hand he rubbed his sore, bleeding knuckles, as he closed his eyes, visualising him breathing in, then out, then in, then out, slowly. Shatterpoint was a Force ability as any other, so let him call out to the Force, bring it to his will, rather than believing that brute strength would succeed, for indeed, when had it ever?

Swinging back his arms, he breathed out a final time as he launched his hand towards the wood, and just for a moment, through the gasp of his mouth, as once again pain shook the entirety of his arm, as now he could almost feel a numbness take over his hand, as fingers bled freely, and he could feel his bones ache. He opened his eyes and gasped again softly, for indeed, the wood was broken, evenly down the centre.

He had not consciously done it, but perhaps this was the first step of many?

The dizziness returned to his head, as he found a vacant seat, he dared not look at his hand, too afraid to see it’s mangled bleeding state.

But regardless of that. He had done it, right?

Darth Tormenta Adeline Noctua Darth Atramentar Trayze Tesar Omon Kaa / Darth Diem

 

[Omon Kaa / Darth Diem]

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After finishing his meditation on one of the rooftop highest points, he sharply exhaled and inhaled, then let his body slide to the side, free-falling on to the ground below. His black sleeveless kimono jumped in the air from the force of landing, but nothing else, his body remained completely still.
Placing his arms on his back, each hand closing around other hands wrist, Omon continue to the meeting point within the Academy.

He wasn't sure what they will be instructed in, but he knew it was advanced. Beside his chats about it with Malum day prior, he could also sense it.. feeling of pending pain and misery.
His pale red skin of a Sith, ornamented with black tribal tattoos across his arms and chest, received goosebumps from the thought. Not so much for the pain and misery part, as for the reward which that pain will bring.

The training room which they attended today was small, dark and sweaty. Omon could tell right away that physical combat was trained here. Distinctive odor of beings wanting to heart one another would creep about like a invisible cloud.
Should have brought my medic droid.. he thought with cranky expression on his face. But the expression disappeared as he felt his master in the corner of the room, brooding in the darkness.
Right away he sat down, knees to the sides and feet under eachother, placing his hands on the knees. Only then did he noticed Darth Malum of House Marr sitting across from him, almost in identical position.
With his social awkwardness he made a huge grin on his face, revealing his small Sith fangs. He'd probably even wave to him, if he didn't stop himself in the last second, reminded of the Masters gaze.

But the smile died when a biggest Cathar he ever saw entered in to the room. She was Huge, and her aura was the one responsible for most of that feral sent of a physical combat. Cathar as a feline specie undoubtedly produce more of it, then anyone else present in the room.

"None of you yet know why you are here, or who I am. Some may have heard of me, many of you may not. Whether it was laziness, arrogance, or because you were busy with other training doesn't matter. After today none of you will forget my face or what I'm here for. Those of you gathered,

Omon did not doubt her words one bit. Once he heard the word "Shaterpoint" his bone sprouts on cheeks rippled from excitement.
It was not a rumor, we will truly be taught the technique. For a young Sith like him, this was a very big deal. Even more so when the Cathary 'sliced' the Bronzium in parts.
He observed her movements with care, and though not certain of it, he was sure this was not about physical strength. Brut force would not make such perfect and even cuts, but more of a uncontrolled burst of the material.

Oh and, the use of any force enhancements or telekinesis to cheat here is forbidden. If any of you try to circumvent a vital part of learning Shatterpoint, you will see what pain feels like once every bone in your body is broken. One. By. One. Now, begin!"

After her instructions, he did exactly what his gut instinct told him.. slamming his hand with full force in to Wroshyr wood, braking 3 of his fingers, dislocating his wrist, and making a hairline fracture of his arms radius bone. Wood was not even dented, naturally. But the pain of it definitely dented him.
Closing his eyes, with blood dripping from the broken fingers, he returned the hand on to his knee, waiting for the next and more important part of the teaching.

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Darth Tormenta Adeline Noctua Darth Atramentar Trayze Tesar Darth Malum of House Marr

 

[Darth Tormenta]

Khamesi watched each of the prospective students in front of her as they started doing what she had instructed. This did not last very long, unfortunately. Some of them thought to much, some of them reached for the power of the force before they were supposed to. She would speak to each of them in turn. Some would need more than just words, but words for some nonetheless. She would start with Alina's little thing, Adeline Noctua e the name was. She stood in front of her, glowering down at the little vampire.

"I know that look in your eye, on your face. You are trying to skip ahead, to untangle the riddle before you are ready. My instruction was clear, and was chosen for a reason. Your body must break before I can teach you the next step. Do not study it, do not ponder it. Keep going till you find the limit of your body. Then you can move to the next step."

She had not broken the biggest rule, so that was all she needed for now. The example of the next in line would serve it's purpose with her to. This was when Khamesi moved on to the next little target. One Darth Malum of House Marr , she figured he'd be a problem from the start. Arrogant, obsessed with his blood and power, and she was unknown to him. She was quiet at first, picking up one of the halves of the block he'd broken, inspecting the break for a few seconds silently. She turned her eyes towards him, then whipped the block of wood down onto his left hand, using every ounce of strength her considerable frame allowed. She'd warned him, and now both he and his desk would break. Then he'd have to break himself before she'd teach him anything else. Till he followed her instructions, he'd be in great pain.

"I was very clear. You do not do anything with the force, no power or searching, till I tell you to. I do not tell you these things for idle amusement, but to force an understanding through that skull of yours. Break my rules again, and you shall be dragged out of here by a medical droid, and I will never teach you this again."

She did not wait for his response as she moved on, ignoring Darth Atramentar being spooky and mysterious in the shadows of the room. He was not her concern, the students here and now were. Not some master observing for his own designs. She stopped next in front of Omon Kaa / Darth Diem and looked down at him, trained eye inspecting both the wood and the injuries in his hand. She was not gentle with the broken body part, but neither did she cause pain just to cause it. Not as much of him had broken as she'd like, but it was a start at least.

"You at least know how to listen. While we wait for the others to fail entirely, or catch up with you, focus your mind inward. Focus on every crack, break, dislocation, and tear in your hand. Focus on the injuries and the pain, and focus on how they broke. This will aid you in several of the next steps. The pain will distract you, but you'll need to force past that if you ever hope to learn this well enough to use in a true fight."

Trayze Tesar

 

[Omon Kaa / Darth Diem]

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He listened as his peers were berated for their poor judgment calls, worrying with each stop of the big Cathar, that his berating is coming as well. However, that did not happen, and he had to admit, it was a good feeling knowing that your instincts served you well.

"You at least know how to listen. While we wait for the others to fail entirely, or catch up with you, focus your mind inward. Focus on every crack, break, dislocation, and tear in your hand. Focus on the injuries and the pain, and focus on how they broke.

He gazed up, in to the eyes of the tall and muscular female feline.. he actually found her very attractive in that moment.
Such a dominant figure, looming over him. He never met a female like her before. So he did his best to hide a small blush on his cheeks.

This will aid you in several of the next steps. The pain will distract you, but you'll need to force past that if you ever hope to learn this well enough to use in a true fight."

His fiery yellow eyes of a pureblood watched with intent. His facial expression indicated that he was fully invested in her words. Once she was done, Omon made a short and slow nod, both as sign of agreement as well as a token of gratitude for her kind words.
Well, kind as far as Sith are considered, at least.

My pain will distract me, but I need to force pass that.. he repeated her words in his head.

Then suddenly and without explanation, once she moved away from him, he clinched his healthy hand in to a fist, hitting the block of wood again with full force. And sure enough, just as before, few of his fingers broke, one got dislocated and twisted. His wrist got dislocated as well, but his radius bone remained intact.
Then he hit the wood again.. first with the same hand, then again with the other one. His both wrists were now broken on several places, while his radius bones snapped, but did not pierce the skin. Fingers felt like mashed up meat, at least 7 of them were broken on few places.

He did his best not to scream in pain, thus he muffled his noise in to a loud agonizing groan. Biting his forearm not to curse and yell.

For some reason, his gut again told him that he needed more pain then what he received from his first hit. Their teacher emphasize the word Pain, as the distraction. But was it perhaps a necessary distraction?
He'll find out soon enough.

His eyes closed, both of his arms placed on top of his knees, like before.
And his inner eye started to travel through his body, down to the source of his pain. It was like trying to look in to a bright light, bright light that pulsing like a heartbeat. For his pain was throbbing, with each push of his blood through his veins.

He tried to meditate, using in his mind the Wroshyr panel as the focal point of his meditation. His inner eye then following his arm as she started to travel in to that panel. Arm would disappear from second to second, every time his pain send a strong impulse to his brain. But he fought it.. or better said let go of it. Trying to tame his pain as thou its his ally, and not a foe. As he was taught from chilldhood.

Be my guide! He said to his pain directly, with his mind. And after a bit, seemingly pain replied, and agreed. He took Omon by his hand, and moved him on to his fingers, making him see the first punch in to the wood panel, and the movement was slow down.
Pain burst in to a light, then dark, as his fingers broke in his mind from the strong impact, bones snapping under the pressure.
Pain then guided him upward, as he observed his wrist being pressed down by the momentum of his arm, squeezing the small bones inside of it, until they broke and wrist itself lost its place.

His face twitched, from the firing sensation of his pain being felt in such slow time.
Pressure of his punch now moved up his arm, his pain dancing around the two bones like a small ball of dark, pulling the bone with its small tail that it was leaving behind, making the bone fracture and then snap.

Feeling it all over again, on both of his arms.. he knew, that his pain was showing him pressure. Or pain itself was pressure. The pressure which he used to punch the Wroshyr wood, it was too simple, too basic, each of his broken bones were inviting calamity upon them with it.

Pressure of the punch must be controlled, or aimed in to a concentrated space..

He thought, as the black orb which was his pain's avatar, bite on one of his forearm bones, shaking its body as thou trying to rip the piece off.
Was it a sign? Was it telling him he is wrong, or that he is right? Omon did not know.

But while seeing this, he'll try and use this pain to summon the Dark Side and perhaps heal some small portions of his injuries.
He was not advanced in healing, by any means, but the pain that now had his own character.. certainly did tap in to the depths of the Dark Side. So why not use it, if it is offered to him in this way.

He hummed softly, and quietly, masking the desire to cry out in pain, as parts of his fingers slowly and on very small scale, started to fix themselves.
Or more accurate to say, as the pain through Dark Side started to heal him.

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Darth Tormenta Adeline Noctua Darth Atramentar Trayze Tesar Darth Malum of House Marr

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Well, at least Malum could establish almost immediately at the onset of this lesson, that their teacher did not like him. Though if that was because he was grinding very harshly on his teeth, fearing that he would crack them, or if it was because there was a solitary tear trailing down his cheek, or if it was because he was very desperately pawing his left hand with his still pained right, while too thanking Bogan for all that was holy that he had the good fortune to have kept his tongue away from his very suddenly clapped tight shut teeth, was anyone's guess.

He disregarded the words of the Cathar instantly as his mind went inwards, already dealing with the pain in his right hand, the very sudden almost white-hot pain across his left was enough to put him in a delirious state, as he willed the Force to move through his hand, breathing out rapidly in hot breaths, anything to bring relief to the hand that he was almost certain was broken, perhaps only a fracture if he was lucky. The Wroshyr had been strong enough, he had a first-hand experience of that, just moments ago, but to have it launched at his hand from the woman he could so easily see was physically strong? Was there any wonder, that he almost breathed out in relief, as the Force while not being able to mend the fracture, at the very least seemed to be applying a numbing treatment to it.

At the very least, it moved his mind away from the pain enough to consider the scalding hot rage that was taking over him. Damning the pain, he gripped both fists tightly, wrapping his fingers around themselves, as his eyes blazed in fiery abyssal. His red orbs glared daggers into the back of the retreating form of the Cathar, idly noting that his companion to Dromund Kaas, Lord Ka, had the attention of the beast woman, he would wish him good luck, though as it stood, Malum could certainly use any and all good luck at the moment.

He breathed out softly, bringing his breathing to control, as his left hand became fully numb to the pain, as he felt invisible shadowy tendrils begin to seep out of him, attaching to everyone in the room. It was a subtle thing, consume essence, but it could be very so useful at times like this when sadistic instructors were so evidently gleeful in their conduct, and their students were filled with such utter pain from their actions. He could almost sigh with relief, sigh with pleasure, at the energy that was swirling within him, that was so easily being gained from all those around him, and serving a much beleaguered new master.

He pressed the energy into his hands, willing them to mend, but knowing that it would not, at least, not fully, or even mostly. Yet, he only needed a partial effort, just enough to learn what he needed, and then leave this place, and this psycho instructor. His eyes flashed a dangerous burgundy, and too, to research who this woman was, for indeed, there were a short few in this world that he truly wished to make even for the harm they had caused, and it seemed that this woman, had so easily made her way that very short list.

He stepped back from his seat, and moved silently to his station, awaiting further instruction, as he silently brooded, silently angered, silently plotted.

Adeline Noctua Darth Tormenta Darth Atramentar Omon Kaa / Darth Diem Trayze Tesar

 

[Darth Tormenta]

Khamesi sighed as she continued to observe the classroom. Most were circumventing her rules in one way or another, and it seemed the public punishment of Malum wasn't enough to stop them, just make them more...subtle. That was fine, her main lesson was not the only one that could be seen here today. She moved to the front of the room and brought her fist down on the desk, filling the room with sound. Turning to face the gathered Acolytes and lurking master, she spoke.

"Most of you it seems think you know better than me on how to learn this power. So let me show you exactly why I told you to do only as I said, piece by piece, on the path to learning it."

From her pocket she withdraw a holoemitter, a higher end one that would supply a good deal of detail. The dark green glow of it filled the room as she started it up, different from the reds or blues favored in the rest of the galaxy. A personal choice. The image was a medical scan of an arm, giving details on nerves, muscles, tendons, bone. Everything, even blood flow. Anyone that could read those details could see even deeper than what the arm itslef showed. Every muscle group showed tearing, some worse than others, as well as disolcaton from the bone. Nerves torn, tendons snapped. The most stark however was the bone. Not a single bone below the elbow was unbroken. Not just lttle cracks, but well and truly shattered. Every single one.

"This is what happens if you use this power without a complete understanding of it, inside and out. It can and will allow you to shatter any materail with practice, power, and will, but a mistake can turn all that power back onto you, through whatever part of you focus the power through. In this case I am teaching you with hand, and fist. This way when it rebounds, because no matter how well you train you are all novices, it will rebound at least once before you have fine enough control to avoid it, it will be focused to your arm and hand, not shooting through your entire body, or worse, into your mind. I seek to make everyone in this room stronger, but if you cannot set aside your arrogance and pride long enough to listen to someone that has mastered this technique, you can try to learn it on your own and deal with the injuries on your own. Now, do as I have said, and break your hands against the wood so we can finally move to the second step, or leave."

What Khamesi did not mention was that the image she showed them, that she left hovering even after she finished her little speech, was of her own arm. What was worse, her master had forced her to undergo painful, and invasive surgeries to correct the damage, denying her the knoweledge and ability to heal it of her own accord. The only reason she bore no scars was that she had long ago learned to shape herself enough to remove any scars she did not wish to keep. A power she still exeperimented with, with it's own secrets just out of reach for her to yet unlock.

Adeline Noctua Darth Atramentar Omon Kaa / Darth Diem Trayze Tesar Darth Malum of House Marr