Solis Tyber
Regent of the Galactic Empire
Solis had taken up residence in the bowels of the Imperial "Palace", if it could be called that, on Bilbringi VII. The Wyvern was in low atmosphere above the Imperial Palace and it was done for a myriad of reasons, mostly because it could be. Bilbringi VII had become a staunch supporter and ally of the nascent Galactic Empire and for that Solis was grateful. The Imperial Palace on Bilbringi was a former headquarters of the Bilbringi Defense Force and had become a hive of activity since the Declaration of the True Order. The headquarters was hastily converted, a throne room setup for Solis and he also took former civil defense shelters down in the subterranean complex of the palace. Imperial Intelligence had taken over the former intelligence areas of the BDF which comprised the first series of subterranean floors but beneath that? Solis had taken. One of the rooms was large, its walls were covered in a typical Imperial grey, the floor not much different. The temperature in the room was cold, not quite see your breath cold, but cold enough. Solis sat in the middle of the floor, legs crossed and he sat in near complete silence.
Solis' connection to the Force was...interesting to say the least. He believed, in his own mind, that he had a deep connection to the Force but it didn't always seem that way. The Force seemed to manifest itself the most when Solis was in conflict of some sort. Solis was able to use the Force whenever not in combat or conflict but it seemed distant at best. His fix for this was to begin meditations on the Force and if that failed he would do his best to will it through pure terror and anger. As Solis meditated he could feel that distant echo of the Force and he chased it. The experience was empheric, it was almost as if his body had lifted from his corporeal form and had ascended into the Force. This was dangerous however as the ever present shadow of the Dark Side was there, slowly grasping at Solis and yearning for his attention. Solis was not "afraid" of the Dark Side nor did fear its whispers, he was understanding that the Force was a tool and regardless of its alignment, Dark or Light, he would use it to benefit himself and his new Empire.
Solis felt himself falling and he snapped back to reality and he opened his eyes. His rage immediately intensified and he slammed his fists down on the sides of him, the impact was augmented with the Force and a slight haze of the Force rippled when he did it. Solis quickly launched to his feet and in a sort of martial art manner begun pushing his hands left, right, sideways, across his body and forwards, backwards each sent a ripple of the Force forward. His anger was guiding him, he was bitter that the Force seemed so distant yet so close. He continued, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine and when he arrived at his tenth movement and the tenth wave of the Force, he found himself far more exhausted than he realized. He had began to sweat and his shirt was quickly drenched in his own efforts. He panted and peered over at the rack containing a number of training lightsabers.
Perhaps it was time that he used the two in conjunction.
Solis' connection to the Force was...interesting to say the least. He believed, in his own mind, that he had a deep connection to the Force but it didn't always seem that way. The Force seemed to manifest itself the most when Solis was in conflict of some sort. Solis was able to use the Force whenever not in combat or conflict but it seemed distant at best. His fix for this was to begin meditations on the Force and if that failed he would do his best to will it through pure terror and anger. As Solis meditated he could feel that distant echo of the Force and he chased it. The experience was empheric, it was almost as if his body had lifted from his corporeal form and had ascended into the Force. This was dangerous however as the ever present shadow of the Dark Side was there, slowly grasping at Solis and yearning for his attention. Solis was not "afraid" of the Dark Side nor did fear its whispers, he was understanding that the Force was a tool and regardless of its alignment, Dark or Light, he would use it to benefit himself and his new Empire.
Solis felt himself falling and he snapped back to reality and he opened his eyes. His rage immediately intensified and he slammed his fists down on the sides of him, the impact was augmented with the Force and a slight haze of the Force rippled when he did it. Solis quickly launched to his feet and in a sort of martial art manner begun pushing his hands left, right, sideways, across his body and forwards, backwards each sent a ripple of the Force forward. His anger was guiding him, he was bitter that the Force seemed so distant yet so close. He continued, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine and when he arrived at his tenth movement and the tenth wave of the Force, he found himself far more exhausted than he realized. He had began to sweat and his shirt was quickly drenched in his own efforts. He panted and peered over at the rack containing a number of training lightsabers.
Perhaps it was time that he used the two in conjunction.