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Cracking More Skulls (Open to Master)

Kelon Amadis

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Continued on from here:

The Sith Lord that had begun to mold the overly cocksure zeltrix, half epicanthix half zeltron, had long been out of contact with Kelon in part because of his time back serving the Sith vanguard forces, and so some of his smug certainty had returned, not as much, because the beginning of her lessons remained with him still now.

The large Zeltrix found himself once again crushing apprentices in the training arena, it was something he did well, and had attracted a small crowd. Heavy fists had just beaten one such unfortunate victim to a dazed state, so much so they were walking in circles trying to find balance. Violence had its charms, and Kelon indulged them to the onlooking of several of the crowd. The thrill for violence that Matsu had instilled in him, had grown it seemed, to take more precedence in his own personal training.

He let the man wander around dazed toying with him, till he was simply put head first into the wall, once twice and three times to ring the final bell of their little spar. Hopefully he wasn't anyone important around here. Kelon's black Sith robes were fitting more readily, and the veins pulsing along his neck hinted at the rage he was beginning to cultivate, still toward meaningless violence but it was a start.


[member="Matsu Xiangu"]
OOC:
Tagged Matsu out of courtesy but anyone is welcome to teach him, otherwise I'll solo it.
 

Niaana Ren

Mission, the 1st Sister. (Dead, Pm Writers Account
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cPWpJ69mfYc

Bathing in her usual absence of rolling light, drinking of their shared moment the breath was exhaled as the man on the wall crumbled into a heap. Her fingernails bit down into her palms to pierce the flesh, violence was one thing, but the taste that happened when your blade cut flesh from bone, and the spirit was released was something else entirely, sadly her rush was all too shortlived.

Her tongue lapped at the back of her teeth and the Echani could only want more, bound black leathers and tight boots, overshadowed by her dimly unrecognizable aura. Niaana had to make an effort to be seen at all. Called to the central proving grounds by an elder, her heels clicked in anticipation of sinking her teeth into something more definite, a little thing called technique that might last more than one meal.

Drawing her breath in, and pushing her back to the wall, she waited for anyone able to train her further, doing a circle with the front of her toe, a circle that was over the top of the dead man's chest, pretty little dead things, pity they never lasted long enough to enjoy them for long.
 

Kelon Amadis

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A hush fell over the group, one or two of those commenting were quickly pulled to order by those nearby. The waiting was over, and an unnamed and unrevealed Sith Lord or Lordess approached, hooded, Kelon couldn’t see their identity from the back of the crowd. The large gathering of potentials at the front of the proving grounds vied for the newcomers attention, it infuriated the larger zeltrix and he just shoved a couple of fools out of the way to get to the front of the group.

The Master pointed a finger at impatient acolyte and Kelon froze in place unable to move another muscle, possibly being appraised as to his worth or value, when he was released he almost fell forward, but held his balance barely, stumbling to straighten himself back up. The warrior in him getting ready for what might happen, but the coward in him getting read to save his own skin.

A finger was raised and pointed down to a spot in front of the Sith Master, either the teacher was toying with him or setting up a training session. Kelon’s usual cocksure certainty won out, making the click of the neck and the approach easy, shrugging his heavy shoulders up and down to stand where he was instructed, how bad could it be?

OOC Note
Still open as the teachers identity is unrevealed
 

Niaana Ren

Mission, the 1st Sister. (Dead, Pm Writers Account
Bristling with delight as she pushed her foot down atop her corpse below, Niaana could not help but be heard laughing from somewhere within her absence, such raw power electrified the Echani killer, made her tingle from head to toe. Withdrawing her nails from her palms, she licked one to better scent the kill and swayed her way playfully, snaking in her steps around the side of this little playhouse.

An opposite of the larger zeltrix, she was difficult to see, only her breathing and laugh had given her away, light bending around her the pillar that concealed her more readily where she was happiest, out of sight and mind. Today she was feeling playful, she played with her knives, running metal against metal in a distracting sound.

Someone glared at her, but she just continued, scrape, scrape, scrape. She smiled back, a vacant smile of daggers, of someone who could sink these lovely toys and watch the life leave their eyes, over and over, eventually whoever was staring at her cleared their throat and looked away.

~AND YOU~ Came a call in her mind, and she laughed, giddy, making her way opposite her new teacher, or plaything, so much power.
 
Graceful steps edging, pushed strapped sandals through her crimson robes, red fiery hair almost brought its own light to the darker places, while each small step drew her gradually her closer to her temporary Master’s side. Who did she stand beside? That was yet to be revealed, all anyone saw next was Sera express his or her unspoken will.

~Focus~, her Master echoed into her mind, palms drawing upon the living fire inherent in all force movement, her energy, her lifeforce and that of the world around her. The effect was only that of an acolyte, but she was gifted at the fire that trickled across her fingertips, ignition of air and temperature as Kintan’s seer extended her grip pointing her hands at both Sith.

~Demonstrate your techniques.~ The Sith Lord or Ladies cryptic voice called to all three present, what did he mean? Sera knew, she would express his or her will unquestioningly.

Alter Environment Fire (Partial Success)

At first Sera tried to push her fire forward, but instead nothing happened, the concept of distance was still in her mind, her dream yet to tell her that all was one living force, she struggled and struggle to get her fire to move toward her target… concentrating and pushing harder till…

~There is no distance, just the force. REMEMBER~ Her leashing voice thrust painfully in her mind, and fire seeped from her fingers in small whisps, going nowhere to start, but beginning, this was a beginning for elemental control, or at least connection.
 

Kelon Amadis

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Kelon laughed and shook his head at the red witches attempts to get anything done, finding all the hand waving funny as hell, until again he felt the pressured reminder in his head to straighten up and shape himself up, almost feeling like getting a solid punch to the jaw, which he moved side to side, glowering in grudging acceptance.

~Concentrate or suffer.~ The unnamed Master’s voice burned, literally forming a blister on the side of large apprentice’s head, either as a flair for the dramatic or as a real extension of the energy shoved into him.

Force Illusions (Failure)

Cracking his shoulders back, hard, the pain was resisted as best the untrained apprentice could, which wasn’t much as he had no technique for it save a little practice in his previous training. An illusory form tried to pull from his body to deflect the focus, misdirection and trickery from the wannabe Jedi killer, trying to push himself in two places at once. Not so much control pain, as mislead and misdirect it. Still honing the technique it had a long way to go!

Though it seemed Kelon’s natural way of using the force, as once again he had found himself avoiding rather than hitting head on, an interesting contrast to his love of a firm right hook.
 

Niaana Ren

Mission, the 1st Sister. (Dead, Pm Writers Account
Niaana fed, lapped at the energy they released into the atmosphere, not consciously, not even really feeding but she was drawn to it all the same, that nature was in her. Raien had built a wound so deep and well tortured into the psyche and life of young Niaana, that her entire personality and nature in the force was inverted like some sick joke or creation.

The Master realised this ahead of her, and gave her a vivid forecast of her future, Kintan’s seer beside Niaana saw the vision too, if she was allowed to grow, allowed to manifest her hunger and wound would only establish itself further. Looking down, Niaana felt such a rush at being gifted this possible future she almost literally grew in the force, taking all their headgames to heart, her stance affirmed itself and she grinned content, curling her toes inside her shoes once more to clench every muscle in her body.

Force Corruption (failure)

When she finally looked up, her teacher pointed at the dead man on the ground, Niaana knew immediately what he meant, foreshadowing, she reached to better acquaint herself with the all too familiar moment at death, attempting but failing to draw life force from the other. Even so her path had been laid, she had seen what she would become, and she relished it.
 
Alter Environment – Fire Second Attempt. (Failure)

Kintan’s priestess continued to pool the energies to her hands, ignition of her environment her continual goal, commitment to her force's will unyielding to see her potential realised. She did so with increasing success, but just as quickly her focus was broken by the feel of heat, too much energy and too little finer control or understanding caused flames to use up all the air around her hands and simply die out.

Try as she might, air could only burn when air had oxygen. What if that air was brought in and burned flowing, continuous current and connection with her force? That required finer connection to the force that she possessed, the usually certain priestess wavered with uncertainty for once. Whatever voice had been guiding them had stopped, and seemingly left them to understand their techniques themselves, because when she turned her instructing Sith Lord was nowhere to be seen.

Probing and leaving, making them work for their techniques themselves, to find understanding in their own way for now, survival of the fittest was the way of some Masters, while some liked much more control over their pupils direction. She paused and tried to find her answers.
 

Kelon Amadis

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Force Illusions (Mind Trick) Second Attempt - (Partial Success)

Wherever their sonofabantha teacher had decided to leave to, was just fine with Kelon, because the pain had, no wait the pain was still there, whatever he’d done to him was still ringing in his ears, a clever manipulation of his weakness to sonic attacks.

Kelon pushed, and pushed, as any raw acolyte might, to get the technique to serve him, but no matter how hard he willed the technique to happen, it did not, in his anger the large zeltrix kicked something across the floor and the object rolled ahead of him to a stop on the edge of an unseen boot.

The ringing in his ears didn’t stop though, and it brought him to concentrate, something Kelon hated doing at someone else’s behest, at least when he wasn’t gaining anything. Sonic damage continued to build in his ears, his one technique his only current defense but he had no target to focus them on!

He pushed out his illusion in all directions, seeking for the mind of his attacker, concentrating for where the pain was coming from, and slowly but surely whatever, or whoever was causing his suffering saw two of Kelon, enough that the pain was halved, transferred to the doppleganger. Not a force based ability, a mind trick that didn’t last because eventually the pain overwhelmed him and lost his concentration.
 

Niaana Ren

Mission, the 1st Sister. (Dead, Pm Writers Account
Niaana was giddy with the amount of force concentration from the group, it was a battle to retain her ability to not just sit down and bask in their attempts, chittering away to herself, and snaking her way around to sit in her shadows again nearby the unfortunately dead acolyte.

Force Drain (Failure)

While Niaana had yet to learn anything today! Except that she was still having trouble controlling herself around such delectable and delicious displays of energy. She did feel compelled to try, soon...., for now she felt like sitting right here and drinking, drinking and not stopping, she felt alive like she never felt right now, an entire group of young Sith finding their techniques or connections to the energy around her, made her skin crawl in the best way.

Unknowingly to her she was taking on her very first force energies from others indirectly, there was no intent there, just a need to feel, emotion raw and unharnessed from others ran through the young Echani acolyte, just like when she had first been found by Ferrus. She lay back against her pillar again and just absorbed everything she could, which wasn't much or notable for anyone skilled, but the sheer volume of acolytes about gave her a lot to work with!
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_1lXdLus2WI​

Alter Environment Fire Third Attempt – (Partial Success)

Failure was not something that could survive the darkside’s embrace, and the seer knew it. Oxygen betrayed need for the physical. Emotive fire raised forth from her fingertips, burning bright a new resolve, but still matching faith with reality required oxygen to actually ignite the air around her. While she could summon forth her aura across her fingertips, she could not get beyond that physical necessity.

Energy expended crackling flickering flames, more of herself given to see it done. His voice echoed in her chest, urging her onward, her crystal demanding more of her. ~You will not fail your force.~ Like Raien had been corrupted by the Sith sphere’s influence so long ago, now Sera would taste its final acts before its influence faded from the galaxy fully.

Always a test.

Inside her chest, her crystal began to fracture, her body the birthplace of what she would ultimately rise as, age old potential causing real physical effect. She staggered forward, clutching at the pain of his eternal influence over her, one she could not break. Real physical effect from wounds of old, a final lesson which shot forth emotive flame from her palms, uncontrolled and burning, till she could give no more, and she stood weary from her exertion.
 

Kelon Amadis

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First Attempt - Force Strength (Partial Success)

Whatever philosophical debates others were having, Kelon’s head just frelling hurt, and he wanted to thump something again. The nearest acolyte in fact, who seemed to be laughing at his discomfort he just turned around and punched, his look of amusement dropping to complete shock on the man's face.

Well saying Kelon just turned around and punched, was like saying hitting a star destroyer was like hitting an xwing, the difference was in how much damage you saw to the front end, or in this case your nose.

Naturally, force had run up his legs, through his hips, into his wrist and hand, thrown out in the release of the blow, that was a mean staggering right hook, and it sent the unfortunate acolyte into the nearby wall heavily. Giving the bigger man a moment’s peace from the meanderings of fools, he felt the painful side of his head, and exhaled.

When he found whichever shutta had given him this burn he'd break him in two, Master or not.
 

Niaana Ren

Mission, the 1st Sister. (Dead, Pm Writers Account
Force Drain - Second Attempt (Failure)

Niaana’s grasp of the force so tenuous as to see her struggling to stand at all while attempting this, because anyone could see it was beyond her meagre abilities to control. Force drain actually fed off of her, eating her up piece by piece from the inside out, such were the dangers of acolytes pushing beyond their limits.

Strangely the Echani girl’s search for oblivion it seemed enjoyed the realisation of being slowly overshadowed by a greater and greater embrace of the darkside, because out of sight and mind she felt at home. There were inherent disadvantages in falling so far so fast, and inherent advantages as well. She became more like the animal and less like the woman, more of a primal look behind the eyes, hungry, consuming, so much so for the first time she really had a shot at draining a nearby acolyte intentionally, but still she had further to go to realise this.

All in all, a frightening display, but a hint of the future, of something worse. Kelon from nearby actually felt a chill, and considered if there was anyone he was staying away from it’d be that one. Might be better off just killing her now...
 
First Attempt - Animal Friendship (Natural)

Natalya had been absent from her studies for sometime, that was her nature, her wanderlust took her further and further from territories on the rim. An odd choice that she had ended up with the Sith, but not a completely unexpected one.

After having touched the wilder beasts, felt their heart, now finding herself at the Sith temple was almost predictable, though her nature was far from such, surrounding herself with a stronger and stronger essence of what the force was, raw and untamed. Two white edan tigers entered in with her, the newest of her pack, their growls made for an interesting and uncertain entrance as always, as she bent down to scratch behind ones ear. They were not the only wildlife with her, but you needed keen eyes to spot the rest.

An apprentice looked on interested, but the animal gave a show of teeth that made him step back, a predatory and protective display. These were not her sisters, these were newly acquainted, they were not yet bonded fully, unsettled and as yet non familiar. Yet still with Natalya they held their nature in check, they didn’t rush off to display territorial dominance, they stood by her side, as she communicated with a look, with a glance making sure they knew they were secure around her. Bonding, as always.
 

Kelon Amadis

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Mental Defense

Whoever it was had seen enough. Pressure grew in the air, an extended force crush to cause gravity to push down, lightly but that was just the opener. Exhaling outward came screams of the dead, screams of the spirits that had perished in these halls, testing the mental surety of the crowd. It was trial by fire, which meant there was only one of a handful of Sith propagating it.

Shutta's, whoever the hell it was, was back again. His stench gave it away, and the fact Kel's head hurt again. While other acolytes such as Niaana fell and could not face their techniques or gifts, Kelon drew strength from the fools around him, standing fast against the battering mental waves, attempting to find his own brand of defense. Hard for an illusionist to defend against an area attack weapon but… Kelon sidestepped out of the field of view. Leaving the strong impression he was still in it, not a doppleganger, yet, but just enough of a mind trick to pull off the illusion.

Well that was simpler than he thought, checking over his techglove to the side of proceedings, he adjusted a few settings while everyone else fought against their worst nightmares, might as well make a sandwich… if only he’d brought that twi’lek girl with him. @YesYouCanKillHimNow
 
Mental Defense

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ImZ2pHRRCSM

Howling illusions came. Weary on her feet, an acolytes want of more power to sustain herself, Sera didn’t sidestep, she walked gracefully into their madness, their illusion, her face lighting up, bearing her Jedi inflicted scars and burning to reinforce her resolve across her features.

Forward into twisting horrors Kintan’s seer trod, screaming damned souls and suffering tribute to dead Sith Lords and wars long lost. Niaana had fallem to madness, her weakness exposed before the sun sorched priestess’s eyes, light eternal dwindling toward the Jedi Master that would end the young ones life later. So much clarity within this hellstorm, she latched onto what was real and what was not, simplicity itself, for she saw illusions as a matter of course, none gave her pause.

Steps became heavier as illusions became real stabs and pin pricks against her skin, testing her enduring nature, until eventually not mental assault but physical effects of seeing their possible futures inflicted damage on her, had her holding to pillars of this place to protect herself from walking into their illusionary storm of possibilities.
 
Coming to a hold by the arena, Kylath walked out from beside the perpetrator of these force techniques and other surprises, with rigid military step he strode through the struggling acolytes, a trial by fire and one he didn’t really approve of to see the ‘cadets’ rolling around in the dirt. His distaste raising his chin a fraction as the leather boots brought him before the one doing it.

What he got for facing the stream of illusionary creatures and other mental waves was a barrage against his skin and mind. Looking directly at their trickster, who he considered weak for not showing his face, he glared forward. That glare continued ever present as with his weaker half brother, the defences of his mind were harder to penetrate, given half his heritage being epicanthix, still pain was felt against the skin, crawling pain attempting to force the boy to his knees to kneel.

It was a battle of wills against that pain to stand, because he would not kneel again, at least “I’ll never kneel to a Sith or man who hides his face from me.” Kylath spat, anger boiling and it was this unfocused rage, emotion which carried the nervous system forward step by step, a charged all its own sending signals to the body. Cowardice, how he hated it and the one using illusions to achieve his objective embodied that cowardice whole.
 
Sera had found defense, in that all things were as illusions to her within her dream, no illusion affected her more than the other, save to have our seer look into their possible use to the whole. While more and more of their acolytes could no longer remain here, a few were clever, powerful or resourceful enough to remain.

“Cease.” The hidden figures voice called. As if force spirits were alternating, or Masters would come and go to test the worth of these acolytes.

From out of the black, cold dampening waves of force energy fell over the room, giving our acolytes a MUCH needed break.

“You will have one hour to recover.” Came a declaration to their assembled gathering.

Leaning against their pillars of this place, taking time to regain her composure, temple and academy stone giving her certainty where there was non, grounding her oft wayward energies. She had found within her illusions better clarity, and something to draw inspiration from.

Soft steps forward she refolded her robe, straightened her hair and meditatively sat facing lingering force energy on the far wall, the area already rife with their force's influence, only more so now. She silently prepared herself for what was to come.
 

Kelon Amadis

Checkmate (Dead pm Writers Account)
Kelon pulled out a skin of firewine throwing it back to drown out the bitter taste in his mouth, and leaning forward to rest his huge hands over his knees and get his breath. A few large inhales he chucked it off to the side and wiped his lips on the back of his hands, shaking it dry, and adjusting the rings across his left hand.

Less acolytes about now, fewer left standing. Why the hell was he still here again? He started to walk off but found himself stopped in place and was forced back a step, oh that’s right. Looking over those left he huhed, not much worth in those around him, barely an ounce of muscle on any of them, he'd break them without thinking. Good that some of the competition wasn't here anymore, the more that crawled off, the better he'd come out of this at the end.

Picking up his crushgaunt from the side of the arena, he placed it over his hand and tensed the first, cracking his neck loudly, alright, leering at anything walking across his path. The hulking acolyte decided to lean against the wall, and get some rest, they wanted him here fine, on his terms.
 

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