The Force Imbued

[Cable Smith]

Vaynai

On the shores of the white beaches of Vaynai there was a small hut that lay in isolation ten yards from the sands. A rather shaky wooden hut built with straw and twine it was isolated and away from any major tourist attractions. A place where young Jedi could go to clear their minds of the dark side of the force and train to learn and master the force itself. This was the spot cable smith chose to train, though his heart was not clean of the dark side of the force he still knew not to venture down the road of temptation and lust. He had seen where that road lead and it was not a place he wished to find himself. Inside the hut cable sat on the center of a rug in the middle of the one room hut. He was in deep meditation picturing the task that was set out in front of him. Breaking his meditation he yawned slightly and looked down to see what he had come here to do.

There were three very simple objects laid in front, a ring, a bracelet, and a dagger that shined with the brightness of a vein of silver within a dark mine. Now Cable wasn't like most Jedi, he preferred his books and potions over the sabers and offensive force abilities. That wasn't saying Cable didn't know how to get down in a fight, it was just he preferred to expand his mind rather than feel like a badass. But it was back to the grind, back to the reason he was here. He was here to learn how to imbue objects with the force, how to make them stronger by using the powers that surrounded them. How to tap into the force itself and create a bond with an object it was a very long and exhausting process that he had read about in the imbuing of a blade, it was painful and draining and took a master of forging and the force to do so. But Cable was not here to forge blades, he was learning the equally as exhausting force power of imbuing items. It was so draining that a person could only imbue one item per twenty four hours and had to rest afterwards. Cable had booked the hut for a solid week and had a cot in the corner for the after effects of the process.


It was time to commence the first project at hand, the ring. Picking up the small piece of cheap jewelry he examined it with care and precision to make sure it was strong enough to survive the process. A worn thick bronze coating with the symbol of a Atrisian tiger worn onto the top the metal was smooth yet bore characters of a sturdy well used ring. The inner bronze was dull from many use and it was obvious whoever this once belonged to was with them at all times. Cable had picked up his gear at a pawn shop in the city and made use of the small amount of credits he had for food and equipment. Placing the ring down in front of him he closed his eyes and would begin the process of feeling the rings energy. This would be a long day for the young Jedi padawan in his journey for knowledge

 

[Cable Smith]

Cable closed his eyes and began to think of centering himself in the force, ground himself for the straining task he was about to undergo. Feeling the force around him, in the air, the walls, the ceiling it was all around him. Energy, pure and beautiful to be channeled as the user saw fit. Though he was just a padawan he knew well of the force and could use it to small extents. He was still a Jedi and he had learned the basics thus far. Reaching out through the force he tapped into the section of power he could control and brought it in to him, focusing it within his core he felt the energy Inside. His soul was washed with the pure energy of the force as it cascaded against the inside of his body, he then began to picture what he wanted his desired effect to be. He wanted to be stronger physically, if you could not notice Cable was not the most in shape of Jedi. He had a very small beer belly and could generally run about a mile before he was pooped. So if he couldn't be more fit, he would strong like the tiger.

You see symbolism in the object you want helps with the object you wish to imbue. It helps the user attach the effect to a desired object when they have a symbol they can associate that effect with. Letting his mind go blank now he thought of the strength the beast had. He thought of the raw unnerving power it's legs had in order to fuel itself, and the unshakable resolve of the thrill of the hunt. They were truly beautiful creatures tigers, powerful and majestic. Feeling the nature of the beast seep from inside focusing it on that energy he mixed it inside of his channeling them both together the best the young padawan could. It was unnerving, Cable could feel the beast within him, clawing and scrapping on the inner most parts of his soul. Feeling that power he did his best to remain focused, what he felt was probably nothing for a knight or master of the force but for the padawan it was rocking the very foundation of his core. Billets of sweat began to drip down from his face as the energy welled up inside of him ready to explode from within. Feeling that it was ready Cable had to get the energy out of him, he needed to move the beast out of him and into the object. Reaching out out both his hands he aimed them hastily at the ring, this energy was coming out, and it was coming out now. Arching his head back he felt like he was about to explode with the primal strength and urges of the tiger itself. But doing his best to stay focused both of his heads spread their fingers apart as he yelled outwards.

"Ventas! Ventas Cervitas!!" Shouting at the top of his lungs the energy poured forth almost sprinting out of him like the tiger itself. Feeling the power leave him too quickly he needed to channel it and control it rather than let it control him, trying his best to cap his energy so it could flow out he squirmed and ached feeling the power of the force through his young body. He needed to refocus and quickly. rocking back and forth his hand oozed sweat and invisible energy that was rushing through him at a fast rate, it was draining. Very draining and it was almost too much for the padawan to even handle. He would have to get a handle of the situation or things would get bad.

 

[Cable Smith]

Breathing heavily Cable was feeling the draining effects of the powers he was expelling forth, the primal power and strength that was exuded by the force. Struggling to cap the level of power set forth he had trouble to say the least. As sweat ran down his face more and more he reached Into his soul and the power he was exercising from his body, focusing he felt the primal beast and moved in to wrestle it into submission. Grasping and fighting the battle within he roared loudly still rocking back and forth both hands extended out at the ring. Pain began to grip Cable as he began to lose the battle against the power he had conjured up inside of him. Then it all just surged forth from him

Screaming now, Cable arched his head back all the way staring up at the cold damp ceiling. As the torrent of power surged forth from his hands raw and unrelenting it burst into the ring at a rate that was far too much for the bronze construct to manage. "Hells Bells!!" He yelled feeling the pain of his mistake, with the ring heating up it would not hold the pressure that was put forth upon it. The primal energy would all but destroy the poor ring, and it did. Exploding forth the ring had all but burst into five little bullets that would shower the room in a storm of hot metal. And old Cable would not be so lucky in his failure

As the ring pieces flew across the room one had the lucky pleasure of becoming well acquainted with Cable's shoulder. The hot metal flew into the robe of the and passed it to enter his soft flesh. It burned, oh how it burned when it hit Cable. Hot pain surged through his body making him crash upon the ground backwards at a very fast rate. Writhing in pain for a moment he clutched at his shoulder trying not to scream and go into shock. Laying there he began to feel tired as if the dark were coming over him. He needed to fight it, he needed to remain awake and access what had gone wrong. Notes had to be made, there was a process that needed to be done and he had to make sure it was. Clutching his wound he hauled himself back up trying to stave off the exhaustion and hot pain he felt