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Death Field (self taught force 2)

Toxarien stood alone in a large plain, thinking about what was to come. He was going to begin to learn a new ability today, and an extremely dangerous one at that. The ability was called Death Field, and it was an unstoppable concentration of Dark Side energy directed from your own physical body in the shape of a sphere. Any living thing that gets in the way of a death field we be reduced to a charred, lifeless husk. You sustain it with your own will, but it will try to destroy you as well. He had chosen this spot because it was away from witnesses and other beings that would get in the way. Preparing himself, he thought on how best to use this new power. To begin with you would need to generate an incredible amount of power to create the blast, so rage or hate would be useful, but he would need a great deal of control not to be consumed by his own creation. For that control he would pull on the power he could find within strict discipline. He would create and control the death field with strict discipline and bring his enemy's to their knees.
 
He centered himself on the most disciplined thing he new; his father. He channeled his thoughts on that memory, but he didn't feel that familiar rush that meant he was pulling into the dark side. He thought more and more about his father, but that made him remember his death, and that brought anger and pain at his loss, but they soon turned to hate as he remembered how his mother had been completely unfazed, and he let forth a mighty roar, the Dark Side pounding through him as he released a massive wave of force energy, turning everything surrounding him to ash, and chariing the ground. Suddenly he felt as though his soul were being ripped from his body and his body charred to ashes. The death field was feeding off his energy, but it was also feeding on his energy. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" he yelled as his body was scorched by the power of the wave. He refused to destroy himself. He fed off the massive dark side energy he had just released and empowered himself to resist the wave and he did. All of this happened in just a few seconds.
 
He flopped to the ground, completely out of breath, and stayed there, lying on his back and breathing heavily for a few moments. Then he stood and began reflecting on what he had done. Obviously strict discipline was not enough to generate the power, but mindless rage made it too hard to survive the blast he had just created. He decided that controlled anger was what he had to control. If he turned his rage into power, but controlled the power, instead of letting the rage control the power, then the blast he made would be powerful enough to be a true death field, but he would remain in control of the power the whole time, directing it outward to destroy his enemies instead of inward to destroy himself. He began pulling on his rage, and on the destruction and pain and suffering of the plants around him that he had destroyed. But it was not a mindless white-hot fury like he had used earlier. It was still as hot as ever, but now it had a purpose, and a master: him. He would control this not the other way around. He let the rage rise as hot as it would get, and then turned the rage into power, and blasted out with the force, creating a blast so powerful that 10 foot crater was blasted into the ground around him. This time he had no trouble controlling the blast, for he had been in control the whole time.
 
He meditated for many hours, deep in a trance, sucking up energy from the power of the dark side. He barely even slept any more, fueling himself on the power of the dark side. It was enough for him. Eventually he rose, standing to practice the ability the same way as last time. He did the ability over and over again, starting off using only a small burst of energy, and by the end of the day his blasts were powerful enough to knock a full grown human on their back. When he was done his shirt was sticky with sweat, and his mind was numb from the repeated effort of summoning the force energy to create a sufficient blast. He kneeled down to meditate once more, empowering himself with the dark side.

Toxarien was in a deep trance, oblivious to his surroundings. Suddenly he heard a familiar voice from the depths of the force. Toxarien, you are doing this all wrong. You are holding back. Let me guide you through the force, and your power will be limitless. Join me.
Toxarien opened his eyes wide, surprise and confusion quickly turning to anger. "Father, is that you." he asked, then growing angry, he added "If this is some trick I will not be amused." He growled.
It is me son, let me teach you the ways of the force, starting with this Death Field ability.
"Yes, my Master." Toxarien answered.
 
Toxaries stood from his kneeling position and began gathering the power of the dark side around him. For the past 3 weeks his father had been coaching him in the ways of the dark side, mentoring him on how to create a very powerful death field. He had never felt so free in all his life. He was beginning to feel the true power of the dark side, the limitless ability it offered him, how to control it, how to bend it to his will. He would never be controlled by anyone again, not as long as he had the power of the force. Yet he knew he was just beginning to scratch the surface of what he could do, and he knew that he was no match for a Sith Lord or Jedi Master. Yet he was getting there, and his father's help was rapidly speeding him on the way. He felt like he had gathered enough power to begin his session. He formed the power around him, puling his armsclose to him, and then pushing out with them, releasing the power of hate in a lethal wave. He did this for hours on end. At the end of his session, instead of dropping to his knees to meditate, he started back to his ship. He knew he need not dedicate hours of his day to this technique anymore: it was good enough for him.
 

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