[Cult Meeting, Kalee]

[Farak Tujorh]

Planet: Kalee
Terrain: Rainforest
Objective: Make it through the forest to the main Golden Sun headquarters.

The large, old Republic transport that Farak had obtained long ago rocketed through space, it's engines roar being nullified do to the intense vacuum. This transport was rather tall, having a good amount of space for several floors, though they were small. The thugish, Sith cultist members had been hoarded into the transport after being recruited, the ship approaching the Kaleesh planet, Kalee. The engines would power down as the cruiser landed, it's power ceasing as it's main functions shut down.

The exit ramp would begin to work, a mechanical whir being rather audible as it lowered, smashing against the muddy ground. Luckily, the rainforest had a few choice open areas, being free of trees. From there, the group of fifty would begin to pile out, listening to the higher ups as they journeyed deeper in the rainforest, where the old temple had been constructed long ago. The Massassi known as Farak stood as everyone piled out, a keen eye looking out for [member="Analoi"] and [member="Bardone Tujorh"].

 

[Zewo]

The medium-sized Massassi was sitting on a side-bench on the ship's lower docking area where everyone had gathered. Analoi was strapped down of course, and understand the logical safety precautions known as common sense. The ship lowered itself in an open area, filled with muddy terrain, and large puddles. It wasn't long before the four corners of the ship opened, outstretching, and moving to format mechanical legs that locked safely into place. The large ship shifted momentarily, stuttering, and lowering uneasily onto the ground where it dug into the mud. The ship had safely landed, and Analoi had just clipped his safety belt before standing up. Varieties of races were standing around, but it seemed this unusually bug looking species was eyeing him down. Large black beady eyes, wings, stood around four feet tall even, and had an unusually small mouth.

"What?" Analoi boomed with his deep voice, asserting his verbal dominance, and obviously wasn't too friendly at the moment. The bug like creatures simply contorted it's face in disrespect, before literally buzzing off, and taking flight to the other side of the ship. Just at the moment, he watched him lift in the air, and gain distance. //Yeah, I thought s-...// his thoughts were cut off by the sound of the large door opening with pistons lowering the air locked seal ramp that planted firmly unto the ground. A few cult members of higher ranking regarded the group, explaining basic rules, and commanded them to get off. Another one was leading the group through the forested area to the main headquarters, and that's when Analoi followed to begin walking down the ramp to the outside of the ship.

 

[Farak Tujorh]

The other individuals of the Golden Sun that held authority would begin to usher all of the warriors forward. Their large, muscle bound arms would lift to point into the rainforest, commanding everyone to head into it. After a few moments the landing site would be empty, only a few peolpe standing around. As [member="Analoi"] exitted, he would be yelled at by a sergeant, the man rushing up to order him around. However, Farak would step in, his tall, broad form looming over the human commander. "He's with me." The Sith species would simply state, watching as the sergeant backed off, heading towards the rest of the group that had already departed.

"It'll be a long journey, Analoi," The man would speak, stepping closer to his fellow Massassi. They were two of the four that had managed to escape Korriban, thus creating a tight bond. "I reccomend wearing a cloak. It will be hot, however it will prevent any insects from biting you." He would say jokingly, having a natural hatred for insects. Waving his arm, the older man would motion for the younger Massassi to follow him, his saber staff hanging on the outside of his cloak.

 

[Analoi]

Analoi's eye's locked on the human as he ran up, getting his attention, but was soon waved off by Farak. Luckily for the human, or else it might have ended a little badly. Analoi wasn't the immediate kill type of person, but he surely would get into his anger fits if pushed. It was an attribute to his tribe, he supposed. Farak pitched him a bit as they started walking to the head quarters, making a few jokes, and trying to loosen the tension. It didn't mean that Analoi was a very uptight person, but when put into newly set predicaments...he usually got a very serious expression about him. It wasn't about a pride thing, or even an ego that pressed deep in him. It was getting the job done that drove him in these types of situations. "I never know where these type of situations will lead us. Especially for the Massassi, Farak..." he commented firmly, gazing around at the large group walking beside him, behind, and in front. That's when he started to assess the scenery a bit, and noticed a large variety of creatures.

 

[Farak Tujorh]

A deep, hearty laugh would emit from deep within the tall, elder Massassi. "You are how old, seventeen? You are an exceptional combatant, my friend, I have no doubts in you." Spoke the red skinned Sith species, his cloak flowing silently as they reached the boarder of the forest. Many people had already entered it, being directed in the right direction by the other officers that were appointed to do so. However, the pilot would come running from the landing site, calling out Farak's name. "Stay here for now, until [member="Bardone Tujorh"] feels like coming out. After that, head back to any planets that we have cultists stationed on. Bring them here." He ordered, turning in order to walk with his young friend once more. "I am a military tactian Analoi, however I have also studied the force. You have been chosen to become a force user within the cult." He explained, his head turning to look down to the boy as he walked.

 

[Analoi]

Analoi had a serious look composed on his face when he was mentioning his age, especially off, but it wasn't too much of an insult. Both stating he seemed youthful, and his skills were rather adept. Everything seemed to fit in particular order; perfect. "I'm twenty-five, actually." his voice was firm, and corrective. Who knew that Analoi had a snooty attitude at times, but he wasn't too hard to get along with. Unless you really ticked him the hell off. The close to middle-aged Massassi followed Farak closely, looking around, and watching various people enter the border of the forest. That's when they were mentioned to stay put, and attention was brought back on their initial conversation. "I am a military tactician, Analoi, however I have also studied the force. You have been chosen to become a force user within' the cult." a very bold, and shocking statement; impressionable. The skin above his eye's soon raised, where his eyebrows would be if he were a human. "What made them decide that?" he soon asked, rather bewildered, and started pondering the reasons to his newly assigned task.

 

[Farak Tujorh]

"It was destined to happen either way, you see, for you are a Massassi, like me." He spoke, his arm waving forward to order everyone deeper into the rainforest. Many tropical noises would be heard within, be it streams of water or the calls of creatures. The two large warriors would follow behind the large group promptly, continuing their conversation. "You are attuned to the force naturally, birth," He spoke, pausing before continuing, "You must've felt it's guidance before, it truly is everywhere. All you must do is focus, use your other senses, rather than your sight. Once you open your mind, you will see it." Farak explained, in his rather cryptic wordings. It might've seemed confusing to [member="Analoi"] at first, but surely he would understand.

Lifting his arm, the red skinned warrior would aim his large palm towards the trees, a fruit that had been growing fell shortly after. It dropped into the air, before flying on a curve, heading straight for the two Massassi that had been talking. It would float infront of them, before completely imploding. "Do as I have."

 

[Analoi]

The forest was rather beautiful, despite it's horrid weather at the moment, and humidity of plague-like stature. It was a tack in the ass type of situation, but as a Massassi he was used to harsh conditions. The large feet planted into the ground firmly, leaving a large trail of footprints one by one behind themselves. Farak started to explain the continuity of the force, and it's nature. Apparently, it was bound to happen regardless due to his heritage...perhaps it was an analogy. They always did say the force was tied in with one's destiny, for the stronger the force...the greater the destiny. "I'm sure I have. I cannot simply put it to a dot...." his voice added, as Farak seeminly used the calling to pull a fruit from the tree, and forced it to hover gently in front of the duo. "Do as I have...." his words muttered as the fruit imploded.
Analoi was rather confused, how was one supposed to connect? How was one supposed to work with this force? If it was possible, and natural...then it'd be a natural thing. The Massassi looked to the tree that held great plentiful fruit, choosing the select one, and thought intensively. It wasn't a thought though, but rather a will. //This fruit will come to me....now.// his mind trailed on, pressing to the sudden moment where he commanded. The fruit had shifted, but remained locked to the stem on the branch. "Hrm..." he hummed to himself, giving a frustrated expression. The key wasn't to command the force, or allow the force to command you. It was rather...being the force. Everything was the force, it was energy practically.

 

[Bardone Tujorh]

"Rai-Tark Tsjar BARDONE!" A voice proceeded to speak in the midst of the shadows provided by the deciduous foliage. Ten beings wrapped in shadows bearing the golden sun insignia broke through the haze provided by the forest.

Bardone stepped forward, the wind uplifted his crimson cloak revealing his startlingly impressive physique. His facial tentacles wrapped maliciously over his maw as he spoke giving his over-all countenance an air of savagery.

"FARAK Kilash Silah" Farak. Greetings."

Farak Tujorh

 

[Farak Tujorh]

Turning from the lesson he had begun with [member="Analoi"], the man would quickly stride through the jungle terrain, heading towards his old time friend [member="Bardone Tujorh"]. "Kilash Silah, brother" He spoke, his arms opening to offer the Massassi a manly hug. Examining the party Bardone had brought with him, Farak would speak up, "Keep moving, all of you!" He barked at the ten elites, hoping they would continue deeper into the jungle towards the temple. Lifting an arm, he would swing it through the air until it landed on Analoi. "Brother, he is just grasping the force. Perhaps you could offer further tutelage."

 

[Analoi]

Analoi gazed at the two attentively, before looking over at the elite's which were now being regarded to; "Keep moving, all of you!" a serious voice accompanied the command as they all rotated, and headed forward once more. That's when Farak tossed his arm over to the young Massassi to rest on his shoulder. Naturally the Massassi shifted to his left, sliding out of the grip of the arm rather quickly; cautious. It was something that he had gotten through time, an uncomfortable sense, and edgy feeling to those around him. Despite such, he was at peace with himself...naturally calm, and durable in many emotional situations. "Hello." his voice was hardened, and obviously lacking the natural call of the Massassi. The man was apart of the rebellion long ago, hence why he uncovered the money to leave, and nest here on this planet for further notice.

 

[Bardone Tujorh]

After the brothers exchanged pleasantries Bardone swung his gaze towards [member="Analoi"] . "Ahhh... Yes..... If this Barkshak can prove himself worthy I shall teach him.." As they continued through the forest he would take note of the child's tendencies. As some time had expired he;d swing his head to and fro in indifference. "I shall teach him.." Nonetheless they'd continue on their travels until they were given a go ahead to stop.
Farak Tujorh

 

[Ballen-Ist]

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[Farak Tujorh]

"Teach him well, I have already explained the basics. He has a good grip, though needs refine." Farak would explain, giving his two fellow Massassi a wave before he turned from them, heading deeper into the jungle. His large form would have no problem in pushing past the large leaves that obstructed his path, the ten elites doing the same as they followed with haste. "We're almost there!" He shouted to the main group, seeing as he eventually caught up to them. How long would [member="Analoi"] and [member="Bardone Tujorh"] take?

 

[Analoi]

Analoi remained put, offering a subtle wave in reply, and then watched as he pushed through the large bushes that disguised the other side. It was now just them, assuming they were supposed to stay put, and practice these arts before he was going to continue his rightful position as a force user in the cult. Analoi was much more in depth with the force when he was younger, considering children were always fashioned to their feelings rather than locating a logical sense of conscious to every situation. Sometimes in life there wasn't time for thought, but rather using that unknown sense that lingered in us all. The Massassi knew of it far too well, but he couldn't really explain it in words. Not many people could, it would be a sense of showing them that could trigger the understanding. That's when he looked over to Bardone, kept his straight posture, and looked at him without an expression. It was blank, and anticipation lingered deep inside the young man.

 

[Bardone Tujorh]

The silhouettes granted by the shadowy limbs of trees looming over head veiled the crimson creatures in shadows. The winds licked his hardened exterior, a faint sensation reminiscent of feathers danced across his body.

His nostrils flared allowing the scent of musky sediment to drift into his lungs. He'd exhale slowly through his mouth. The air became tame, it's once rhythmic pull coming to a stop as but a whisper.

"Draw in the power from yourself.... In order to use the force, you must become a conduit, rely only on your power and conviction to guide you... Pay attention Barshack..."

Both of his arms were raised straight ahead.. The trees that stood in their wake were pried from their foundations, ultimately the timbers collapsed on themselves as a force superior to their own commenced to manipulate them.

"DO NOT FALTER BASHACK!"
Analoi

 

[Analoi]

Analoi nodded at the few moments that Bardone had made, watching as the elder Massassi outstretched his hands to guide his energy else where. It was soon manipulated in a invisible sense, forcing the tree's to rip from the surface of the ground, and tug out the roots all together. The tree's buckled down on top of each other, branches snapping, and a large boom could be made out from afar. The young Massassi wasn't too bright on the situation, especially considering he'd need to actually try for himself. The force was something either a person was adept with or not, and if one could not harness the energy...they were without. As commanded, and suggested....he'd need to focus intently. That's when he outstretched a single hand, but aimed for something more simple. The tree that tumbled on top of the other had snapped in half, so now it wasn't the weight of a full one. A perfect target to test his abilities with until further notice.

Concentration was needed as he closed his eye's momentarily to try gripping that sense of will he had deep inside his body, mentally capturing it, and spiritually tuning in with it. Soon his eye lids snapped open, willing the object to move, and it did. It wasn't much, and didn't lift all the way off the ground. Rather one side was being pulled up, and rotated before it dropped down to strike the ground harshly. The Massassi was doing something wrong, and he once again looked back at [member="Bardone Tujorh"] for suggestions.