Force Grip (self training 1)

[Toxarien]

Toxarien kneeled in the middle of his private training center onboard his personal starship The_Lost_Brother. He had been like this for over 16 standard Galactic hours. He was washing himself in the cleansing fires of the Dark Side. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before, power beyond measure, glory, and strength. When he was like this he felt like nothing could defeat him. He stood and pressed a button on the wall next to him, causing four metal dummies to pop out of the floor a few meters in front of him. Channeling his hate that he felt against the world, trying to build up his energy.
His plan was to master the Dark Side technique of Force Grip. It was a fairly simple power; just grapple an opponent or an object and swing them around, but he had never tried it before, and was determined to practice it until he could crush the hull of a starfighter. He started by letting the flow of rage within him empower him to reach out with an invisible hand, and grapple the dummy around its steel neck and lift it off the ground about 5 inches. This feat took a great amount of energy, however, and he could only sustain his crushing grip for a few seconds. He repeated this over and over, for hours, until his mind was burning from the mental toll and his entire body ached from the physical toll. He was tired, but he didn't sleep. Instead he kneeled on the cold floor and meditated, letting the Dark side wash away his pain, turning it into anger.

 

[Kallagrim]

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[Toxarien]

Almost two Galactic standard days later, Toxarien came out of his trance-like state. He had been meditating on the Dark Side since his last training session. He stood and once again turned to the dummies before him. He pulled on all the hate he had ever felt, remembering every incident in his childhood and teens that he had ever felt wronged in. He remembered every disappointment, every pain, every injustice, every time he had ever gotten upset on any level, and turned all the pain into anger, the anger into hate, and the hate into power. He was the Dark Side, he commanded the Force, himself, to obey. All of this happened in the blink of an eye, and before he knew what was happening all four of the metal dummies were smashed and crumpled heaps of scrap metal, destroyed by his anger. Frustrated that he had ruined his only tools, he let forth a roar of anger and used the force to throw them against the back wall of the room.

A few hours later the dummies were replaced with a single dummy, almost three times as large as Toxarien himself. For hours Toxarien practiced on the huge dummy, but to a small avail. He had extreme trouble grappling the massive object with the force, and even more swinging and lifting it. After an extended period of time he retired to his quarters to sleep for the first time in days.
When he awoke he had no idea what time it was, just that he had been asleep a very long time. He got redressed and immediately went to the training room. already waiting for him was his first mate, Xerglith. He was a Zabrak Nightbrother like Toxarien, but he had lesser skills in the Force. "What is it." he said as he took up his position in front of the giant of a dummy. "The men were wondering when we would be leaving the moon, sir." Toxarien had been stationed on the moon with his ship for over a week now. "When I am ready to leave." he said menacingly, glaring at the smaller Zabrak. Xerglith turned to leave, but Toxarien stopped him, commanding him to wait by his side until he was done. He wanted the other Zabrak there so that he could pull off his emotions and feelings, not just his own. He felt much anger and fear bubbling up within his first mate, and his head began to feel light, he was pulling off their combined emotions so much. Finally he reached out with the Force, using his passion to fuel his power. The huge dummy was lifted off the ground, the pressure applied so hard to its neck that it broke off, the huge body falling to the ground and the head slamming hard into the ceiling with so much force that the top flattened out. He let forth a grunt of victory, dismissed Xerglith, and kneeled down to meditate.

 

[Toxarien]

He only meditated for an hour or so until the dummy was replaced with another, and he could continue his exercises. He started by simply lifting the dummy, then he lifted it higher, and then he started slowly moving it side to side, bumping each wall every time he swung it. He eventually began to move it faster and faster, until it was crashing into the wall with deafening force. He did this until the dummy broke, and then repeated it with the next dummy, and so on. He went through this exercise eight hours a day, every day, for the next month. By the end of the move, he could crumple the dummy in a matter of seconds with one hand. The first day of the next month, he moved his activitys outside, to a wide, uninhabited plain on the surface of the moon. He began to bring bigger and bigger objects each day, until he could toss around a small starship. He felt he was nearing mastery of the force grip.

 

[Toxarien]

By the seventh day of using force grip, Toxarien could take a medium sized starship and crush it, although it required intense concentration. After doing this over and over for an entire day, Toxarien deemed himself an expert of Force Grip.