First Reply Tempering the Storm Within

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Rattatak
Outfit: Training Gear
Equipment: Lethal Pursuers, Blaster pistol, vibrosword
Tag: Open

Thinking on the lesson that her Master had given not that long ago. Eira's gaze was fixated on the sky above her, controlling the storm. It was a power that seemed very much designed for Eira to specialise in, it was a power that the apprentice was overly keen on learning. However, she also was struggling with the idea of controlling her feelings, tempering her emotions to become more of a controlled power. Eira always prided her skills on how naturally open she was with the anger, the pain, the aggression. But it seemed that if she was wanting to progress further in her skills, if Eira wished to step out of the shadows of great Sith and become a great Sith. Then there needed to be refinement. Refinement that Eira was struggling to adapt towards. Changing her appearance, refining how she present at Sith events and in general was a tough move but one that was far easier and far more clear on why it was needed. Eira was not just apprentice to a powerful Sith Lord, she was apprentice to royalty.

Being a feral crazed beast of a Sith would not reflect well on Quinn if Eira stubbornly continued to do so.

Eira wasn't wearing any of her armour, the armour that she had carefully crafted but she knew that the armour enhanced her focus, her powers. Reliance on being able to do things in the armour was something Eira knew would be a weakness. If she could not do it in the armour then there was no point trying to do the powers while wearing the armour. It would only further demonstrate that Eira was not worthy of being Quinn's apprentice. Quinn didn't need enhancements from Force imbued armour to do magnificent feats in the Force. Eira needed to demonstrate she could do this without the armour. Inhaling with frustration burning in her mind, Eira was hating herself for not understanding how to do this power consistently, what was she missing?

Reaching up in the air, Eira closed her eyes and feeling the breeze flowing through her fingers. The Force swirling and shifting through everything around her. Her mind gripped the energies, forcing that energy to bend to her will, concentrating the Force in her outreached hand. Eira felt her body tense and the hatred for Dantooine, her family, her sister, herself building. It was the deep well that Eira assumed was the core of her ability to harness the Force. As her hatred deepened and intensified, instead of sending the Force into the sky and harnessing the clouds to create a storm. What happened instead of doing that, was lightning burst from her fingertips, intense deep purple lightning blasts launched into the sky. Cracking and thundering as Eira failed to do what she had been intending once again.

Eira cursed loudly, clenching her fist in frustration deeply. Panting hard and looked down at the ground, "where am I going wrong?"

 

[T'zarna Khab]

Location: Rattatak
Objective: Fuel the storm
Tags: Eira Dyn

"Harnessing the force is not something that comes easily, especially to those so young," Came a buzzing, high-tone voice from just out of sight. "Perhaps I could offer you some assistance?"

It was an offer T'zarna offered many force users. A way to open doors, but for whom was unclear. Her aim was to build connections, make a web that would allow her hive to go through the galaxy unfettered. That is what lead her to Rattatak, the planet of warriors. She had never dared to imagine she'd find a Sith Apprentice here. T'zarna assumed Eira was an apprentice at least, as much as she seemed to struggle with force powers.

"Tell me girl, what part of the force are you having trouble conjuring? Lightning seems to be no issue to you. I have seen many your senior have trouble harnessing such strength."

The honeyed words had truth to them. There was little reason for someone who could manifest lightning so easily to be stuck in the trappings of an apprentice. It was something she would take note of. For now, the objective was simple, teach this young force user how to tap into her true potential.

She stood there, her hood concealing her face, head bowed slightly so that she would not frighten the young girl. T'zarna outstretched one spindly hand, offering for Eira to come closer. She was like a golden-skinned Devil, offering to open the doors that seemed closed for the young woman. Perhaps in return, T'zarna would gain things as well. One hand washing another...

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Rattatak
Outfit: Training Gear
Equipment: Lethal Pursuers, Blaster pistol, vibrosword
Tag: T'zarna Khab

While her thoughts lingered on how to proceed, Eira felt a presence entering her space. A voice calling to her. Maintaining an unimpressive presence in the Force, there a jump and gasp of surprised at the voice. A surprise that someone had approached her as if Eira had been in deep thought and lacked the necessary skills to be aware of someone's approach. When the stranger in the hood commented on her ability to conjure lightning, a feat that was described as difficult for masters within the Sith, Eira gave an innocent, meek giggle. "It is not that impressive, looks far more dangerous than it is. I have been beaten often for failing to actually do much harm with it."

There was a reluctance to share her power, her abilities with one that she had not met till this very moment. Instincts built from assassin training, built from her Master's approach to masking her strength in the Force. "I have been told to gain better control, develop stronger skills before I am allowed to leave here." Eira spoke in a soft tone, offering a sad sigh, "so far none of my attempts to do that have shown any signs of progress." Her eyes flickered to the hand that gestured her to move closer.

Eira remained in place, tilting her head as she looked over to the stranger. "Who are you? What brings you here?" Eira asked, genuine curiosity escaping her lips as she fidgeted with her own hands slightly. Sith were never known to offer something without demanding a return in just a gesture. Usually a price Eira considered far to high a price to pay.

 

[T'zarna Khab]

Location: Rattatak
Objective: Fuel the storm
Tags: Eira Dyn

"Names are pretty little things, but I find them to be tiresome. So easily worn out and forgotten like an old coat. You may call me T'zarna, if you must call me anything."

With her mystique fully cemented, the hooded woman removed the cloth from around her face. Her visage was a mockery of humanity, both insectoid and mammalian features coalesced into one body. Her bloodcarver genes gave her a glossy golden exoskeleton, while her human side gave her a more familiar essence. "I come here to seek those who The Dark Side calls to. I now believe my search is over."

"You do not lack for the passion to call on The Dark Side, but I believe what you lack is intent." T'zarna then smirked, her black lips coiling as she observed the acolyte. It was clear where this training would go. Even if the Dark Jedi were enemies of The Sith, this one could still be useful in the plans. One who might work from within...

"I can sense there is hesitation within you. Only once your mind is clear, and your intent is set, can your lightning kill..." With a small flourish, T'zarna made red lightning crackle between her fingers, before shooting it into the air. The clouds above seemed to take on a dark, angry suggestion. Her new mentor then cut the electricity with another thought, showing a level of experience with what she spoke of.

"Tell me child, what makes you hold back? Do you still cling to the light? Or is there part of you that feels fear? Fear is only useful to The Darkness if it burns into hate. It must be fuel, never left to rot and fester within..."