Public The laws of nature (Open to Sith)

[Arthos Vynea]

The Academy on Korriban wasn't somewhere Arthos had thought he'd ever end up once upon a time. Teaching was for older Sith without ambition and that need to seek glory. He'd been as much a fool then as any young man was, perhaps more so. The room's area was large, and dozens of pieces of equipment littered it with various functions. His yellowed eyes didn't glance between them though as sat looking rather bored as he watched each student enter and take a spot within the wide opening. He nodded to each as they bowed and as the minutes ticked away he idly flipped an object between his fingers waiting for a sign.

Some he was starting to recognize, and some he was starting to recognize as not being strong enough to be here. They would still have their uses, but they would never rise to the top. They were not Sith, they would always be bound by someone else's chains. That didn't mean they were useless though, far from it. They were proud though, and they thought they were Sith in truth. He had to wait until the moment they realized they were not. The moment when the next choice was death or or outcast. That was the moment their loyalty could be bought for so little, if they could be trusted. If not, they were mad dogs sent out into the berserkers. There they would find the glorious death they wanted so badly.

Standing precisely at the moment the class was to began he swung the doors shut with the force in front of some poor Acolytes face. He didn't care why they were late, they were late and that was enough. Examining his class as a whole he nodded as he began to speak. "Some of you are Sith, some of you will be Sith, and some of you will simply serve. You are not strong enough and you will be bound by the power of the very Sith that surround you. Your chains will never be broken, and the laws of this galaxy will always apply to you. You may believe death is a better alternative, and perhaps for those of you on the cusp it might be. Some of you know though, you've seen the strength of your fellows, felt their power, and you know you do not compare."

Taking a few steps down the center he looked straight ahead as he walked letting the words sink in, and observing a few acute reactions as well. "Any of you that have completely given up to believing you will not have already failed. Not the Sith, but yourself. Doubt is strength in the hands of a Sith, but in the hands of one who is afraid of their own power doubt will eat you from the inside. Today we will speak of two things. For those of you who have already attended one of my classes you know we will discuss one dark lord of the Sith from history. A tool upon which to learn. This time we will discuss a man content to be used, a man who missed his moment and bowed his head in submission. His master let him die for that, not senselessly, but as a tool for his own plans. Personally I think it was a poor decision, but Darth Sidious' decisions brought him great results. We will speak of Darth Tyranus, the second apprentice of Darth Sidious."

Standing at the back of the class he opened the door to see the frightened face of a student before him still waiting in hopes of entry. "Take your place to the rear, Acolyte, let it never be said that persistence did not have it's advantages. If you are late again though I will use your body to teach the class how draining the life from a person through the force works." There was no jest in either his voice or face as he spoke. After all a live agent was quite helpful in such lessons.

"Today we will also be studying the art of tutaminis. For many of you this will be a simple basic knowledge which you can apply with some ability within the laws of the universe as a whole. For a few it will be more, and yet if you are one of the few born in a hundred years it will perhaps show you how to finally break chains. First though Darth Tyranus, what do we know of this barely remembered Sith Lord and Jedi."

 

[Darth Faef]

Darth Faef spoke up as Arthos Vynea asked what they knew. "He led the Separatists during the Clone War," she said. "But he was a puppet."

 

[Arcturus Dinn]

Thesh had arrived early, as he was often want to do, and bowed deeply toward the Iridonian as he passed him by and took his place among the others. He was not one to waste time idling, though, so he pulled out one of several tomes he often carried upon his person, in a satchel at his side, and began to peruse through it. Two pages, at differing ends of the tome itself, were chief among his readings as time ticked on.​

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And when the time came for the session to begin, when the doors swung shut, he replaced it back into the satchel and handed the bag off to the small golem who had accompanied him into the room. His little demon hefted the thing to one side of the room where it would not be in the way, and then slumped into a seated position as it awaited further instructions. For now Thesh paid it no more mind, though a smile had appeared on his lips unchecked at the display. He hadn't quite adjusted to its presence in truth, to its many functions. That he had formed such with his own hands, and breathed life into its core, was still a surreal thought.​

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But alchemy was not the matter at hand this day. So he focused upon Arthos once more as the man spoke.​

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Once upon a time, the boy might have been one who shied away at such talk, who succumbed to the doubt he spoke of, but not any more. Though he had no grand ambitions of power when it came to planets and governing and the like, he was more than comfortable with his position in the Sith and the future it held for him. He was a budding young Sorcerer, and he'd dispose of anyone who stood in his path toward furthering such. One way or another, he'd find his victory.​

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Tutaminis was the focus of the lesson, that and one Darth Tyranus. Also known as Count Dooku. ​

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"He was a Jedi Master who succumbed to the darkside, born of a nobler birth on Serenno. Charismatic, a duelist, yet a pawn in another man's plans all the same. He could have been so much more..." But alas. He shrugged, leaving the rest unsaid for now. He wasn't the only student after all.​

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Arthos Vynea Darth Faef ​

 

[Lady Akana Von-Lughten]

Tag: Darth Faef

As Arcturus Dinn answered Arthos Vynea in direct fashion Lady Akana made her way in. Was she late? Possibly..Although time is all a matter of perspective..She had heard of such lessons taking place from a man she deemed worthy of her respect. Not knowing much about him was besides the subject at hand, and perhaps it was for the better. Last time she truly was able to know someone she was horrifically left betrayed and abandoned. Being a Sith Night gave her room for advancement through accolations she sought to aquire..for the good of like minded individuals....and ultimately for the long term goals which included revenge. Some said it was best served cold..which was the stare she gave off taking her seat folding her black gown over after crossing her legs. Out of respect of the environment..her assembled war gear was in a satchel by her side..So for now..her long black hair rested neatly on her shoulders.

 

[Arthos Vynea]

"Excellent answers both of you, he was both a Jedi, the Separatist leader and a Sith. He was also a pawn in another man's plan, yet he was a willing pawn. It was his accepted role to aid in Darth Sidious plan for overthrowing the Republic, but why? Did he truly fall or did he make a choice out of a desire to actually do good? What are the true goals of any particular Sith? To be a Sith means a focus on a goal to achieve it with focus despite everything, but what is your goal? Are you after knowledge and power do the arts of Sorcery met your fancy? Then know you will sacrifice your effect on the outside world to further your craft. Your body will deteriorate as the dark side corrupts eat at it. "

A holo light up at that point showing the image of an aged Sith Sorcerer his body deteriorated and hand shaking from the corruption. Power though was evident in his eyes. Walking to the next a large Sith Lord appeared blade in hand ready as he stood menacing over the group. "Perhaps simple strength is your goal, and it is for many have no doubt. To raise one must be strong in combat and in the dark arts though they'll never learn of it the way a sorcerer does. There is nothing wrong with this simple goal, it is a straight forward translation of the Sith as a people."

There were a more waiting to be lit up, but they would come in time as he moved on to the other side of his lesson. "Tutaminis on the surface is a simple art, you are simply obeying the laws of physics and transferring energy with you being the conduit. For most Sith and Jedi this is where it begins and ends. You take in nothing, and nothing is gained or lost from the energy. You're simply redirecting it. This isn't like the holovids though, don't expect to suck up a powerful Sorcerer's lightning and throw it back at him at this level. You'd simply be overwhelmed. We start like children at school. In front of each table is a simple circuit of electricity. There is a secondary electrical line all you need to do is move the electricity from the circular circle it's on to the other and that will light the little bulb. As little as this may seem it's a powerful tool once fully realized, and honest as far as the great many of you will ever go with Tutaminis. I will remind you all though, this can only be done with heat and electricity. Attempting this with other forms of energy will result in absolute failure."



Lady Akana Von-Lughten Arcturus Dinn Darth Faef

 

[Lady Akana Von-Lughten]

Tag: Arcturus Dinn Darth Faef

Lady Akana looks down at the circuit casually. She understood..at least she believed she understood the objective of the lesson. Lifting her left hand slightly extending her narrow index and middle fingers forward she begins to focus on the current. It flashes briefly and begins to stabilize as her fingers move slightly across. The current begins to follow steadily as she paces her breathing accordingly. It connects from the circle to both electrical lines but somehow the core begins to heat massively with a bright red illuminating glow. The current stops abruptly as she is taken back somewhat. What seemed so simple may have not been in her case..Had she lost concentration? Passion? Or was it too much? Did she focus so gravely that she overfried the circuit? Arthos Vynea may have known..but she did not.

 

[Arcturus Dinn]

For an act such as this, one could feasibly simply reach out and allow one's body to be the conduit with or without the Force. Thesh knew as much, if he attached each end of the circuit to his fingertips it would use his body as a path through and complete it. But that wasn't what this was about, was it? And it would only work in these smaller, more specific examples such as a circular circuit to light up a small bulb.​

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The science was all there, which was saying something when it came to so mystical an entity as the Force. Energy could neither be created nor destroyed, it merely existed and transferred. With his head wrapped around such logic he inhaled slowly and allowed the Force to flow freely through him, and then he reached out and took the energy from one half of the circuit and began to transfer it to the other.​

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It was a strange sensation to be sure. It took a few moments to really do anything at all. But again, he had science at his back. It was an experiment that could be repeated over and over and over... Most of the time one would only feel a mere tingling at their fingertips, well provided they didn't try to do this with a more live voltage or wire of course. Then it might get dicey.​

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He supposed that was where the Force came in, then. ​

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Still, the light flashed on. And Thesh opened his eyes soon after and frowned to himself in thought.​

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Arthos Vynea Lady Akana Von-Lughten Darth Faef ​

 

[Ishani Dinn]

Arthos Vynea Lady Akana Von-Lughten Darth Faef Arcturus Dinn

Her diminutive form completely swallowed up among the crowd of acolytes gathered in the chamber, Ishani's presence only became noticeable as the group dispersed around her, moving to the tables in order to practice rudimentary Tutaminis. Standing before a circuit, she cracked her knuckles nervously, watching out of the corner of her eye as the others completed the task before she made any attempts herself.

She couldn't tell just from staring at them what made it harder, or easier, or if there was any particular way to do it that worked best. For some it seemed to come naturally to them... others were clearly not putting in the effort. Still more tried their best, yet they failed all the same. Her own outcome would be unpredictable.

Taking hold of either end of the circuit cautiously, she made her first attempt. Nothing, but then she wasn't very focused on the task, her thoughts straying to other things. Why did it fail with anything other than heat and electricity? Wasn't the Force just energy? AKA, the most nebulous and vague concept in nature, but then one couldn't complain about the methods of the vine from which one sprang. She had to remember that "energy" was just a word, an idea, not a thing set in stone. Nature would not call this energy, she was sure, but then nature didn't need language to begin with—

She was suddenly aware of a humming sound growing steadily louder. Just as she began to notice it, really notice it, she realized the lightbulb in front of her was glowing brighter, brighter, the light within expanding rapidly like a supernova or a flame. Then the bulb started to smoke, because it literally was on fire. This was (presumably) not normal, and certainly not part of the lesson plan. She let go of the circuit, backing away, wide eyes darting.

"Does... anybody have a fire extinguisher, or... ?"

 

[Darth Faef]

Faef concentrated, using the brief lesson to figure it out. She touched one end, transferring the current to her body. The Togruta prepared to transfer the electricity to the other end, to light the bulb, when a voice interrupted her thoughts.
"What are you doing?"
"Get. Out." She said to the voice, reaching out to transfer the electricity to the apparition that spoke to her. The girl, identical to the Acolyte, disappeared just before the electrical current touched her, and instead of hitting her, the current hit someone nearby. Not that Faef cared.

 

[Arthos Vynea]

Watching the class his eyes wasted little time on those who put in no effort. Success or failure meant nothing to the Sith Lord, effort was the real coin of the realm in his classroom. Stepping by the first student who just stared at the circuit without so much as truly even focusing. He had no time for such students, they would fail and fall to servitude. They were not worthy of being called Sith.

As he came to the station of Lady Akana Von-Lughten he watched her as the bulb's brightness began to dim. "Welcome to my class I don't believe I've seen you here before. It is always pleasing to find so many new students in one class. Try it without your finger though, balance the circuit out as a flow back and forth. Physical touch isn't necessary, the force will direct it as you will. I can sense your frustration at this, but that is merely another tool for you. Breath it in, take it, and attempt a steady flow. The overheating of the bulb is simply more energy, we shall get to that shortly."

With that he stepped over to Arcturus Dinn table as he watched the man stare at it in concentration, and yet he said nothing for a moment as the Acolyte tried to figure out his own way. "That is the key you know, the Force is our tool, but we don't all have the same ability in it. Nor the same method. Why would a sorcerer try to do this task like I would? Perhaps they should consider that more deeply, and perhaps become one with the circuit itself through the force. Command it."

The force said some Jedi was the teacher itself, but as much as Arthos believed it could be lead to teach he didn't believe it wanted to. The force wanted the individual to surrender to them, and then it showed what it wanted. That wasn't the way of the Sith, the Sith were their own masters. Past the table of Darth Faef he watched as she literally shot the current into another student as he raised his eyebrow out of curiosity. "Try again, the class on projecting the dark side into force lightning isn't until next month... but I will remember you for it."

He'd have pretended to be displeased by what he believed was a little prank, but he wasn't. She was still attempting some learning at the lesson and that was the important part. Finally he smelled the smoke off Ishani Dinn station as he turned his eye and approached it pleased. "Well done, Acolyte. You may perhaps be the anomaly I always hope for one in each class, but it is rare indeed. I think part of it is the curse of knowing, the more science you know the firmer the laws appear."

Beckoning to the class around him he waved them over to the small acolyte's station. "Acolyte Sibwarra has provided us with an excellent example for our second part of the lesson, heat. As some of you have noticed the light turns on, but the more electricity you more the hotter the bulb. A problem who's very solution is the very act you've all just completed." Waving a hand slowly over he dissipated the heat through the force drawing it into the table around the bulb as the smoke slowed then stopped. The table around it showed signs of the heat disrupting the wood directly around the bulb but as it moved out and diffused simply disappeared over the surface.

"This is the extent of most Sith with the knowledge of tutaminis and yet it is a powerful limit. This will keep you from freezing or overheating in hostile environments. Prevent or cause fires, and even restore power to a small system. Tutaminis does not simply end there though with these simple applications for some. There are Jedi and Sith of legend who could use the ability to return a blaster bolt, catch lightning and even power their own attacks against an enemy. There are far and few between who can do all of these though, and yet we shall attempt it so at least you know the possibilities." He paused there for a moment as he saw some become discouraged by the idea of an inability with the force. "Every individual has a different grasp of the force always remember that. What I may do with ease another may forever struggle with, and yet an anomaly in tutaminis can do easily what I could not. To catch lighting in my hands? No, it's not beyond me, I'm simply not built that way. There is no failing in that."

Eyeing them each he considered again a break on the lesson as they absorbed the lesson before continuing with their own efforts again. "Darth Tyranus, why has he been relegated to history. What act of his lead to his failure and downfall, and was it right that he should be forgotten so? Answer that and then we will break again to use the circuits once again, but this time I want you to move the electricity in and the heat out through the table and diffuse it."

 

[Ishani Dinn]

Arthos Vynea Arcturus Dinn Darth Faef Lady Akana Von-Lughten​

"But I... I don't think I..." Ishani began to protest, only to jump as her bulb sparked and burst into flame again. Since Master Vynea was still talking about Darth Tyranus, and she couldn't really answer his question (she knew nothing about Tyranus beyond "something something Clone Wars Sith Lord"), Ishani timidly attempted to mimic what he had done, absorbing the heat and dissipating it before anyone noticed. The master's praise had buoyed her a little, and she thought she might actually be able to do it...

The small flame jumped from the bulb into the palm of her hand, catching a few stray ends of her hair on fire in the process. Dropping to the floor with a gasp, she rolled around until she could no longer feel heat, only the coldness of the tiles beneath her. She lay there, either sobbing or laughing under her breath, or maybe both. A few people in her immediate vicinity turned to stare, but for the most part nobody else seemed to notice. For someone who had nearly set their own head on fire, she'd been rather quiet and discreet about it.

 

[Arcturus Dinn]

Thesh was among the few who did notice the girl-on-fire. He turned his gaze toward her, concern upon his expression, though she righted herself not too long after. Somewhat. Still on the floor, but no longer burning up.​

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He thought on what Arthos Vynea had said in the moments following, of how each individual's capacity was different, and wondered why exactly that was. Due to vocation? The path they willingly took and chose to spend time in? Was it impossible or just somewhat less plausible for someone not too well versed in the Force to draw upon such? Thesh was not great with a lightsaber because he didn't give it enough of his attention, he could remedy it with training if he wished.​

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Was that not the same for the Force?​

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Had he merely lucked into his ability?​

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Happened upon his path by accident?​

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He frowned at that.​

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"All are forgotten in time," he said, though he didn't draw up an answer for the main question itself. He couldn't claim domain over the knowledge of Count Dooku, what information there was of him was sparse. "The Years of Darkness all but wiped out the past. And one day, something will come around again to cause the same..."​

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But he knew that wasn't what was being asked. So he quietened soon after and waited to hear what Darth Faef and Lady Akana Von-Lughten might have to say about it.​

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Ishani Dinn ​