The Mind's Mind Power Awoken

[Grudge The Grutt]

For once in what seemed to be forever, Grudge found himself in Nar Shaddaa. The Grutt's company had just kick-started and his first line of mutants had been created. He had come to this bounty hunter and hutt dominated planet to discuss potential business opportunities. Grudge needed funds, he needed allies and more importantly, he needed a stable foundation for networking. With the majority of his live dedicated to developing a DNA-altering serum to produce mutants, he barely dabbled in little else. He was no longer a hutt, but rather a grutt. A grotesque slithering brain that shouldn't know life, but due to radiation waste, he did. As such, he abandoned his old life along with the name Balroyaal. Hence forth, he was Grutt. He had re-shape himself to adapt to the new age, and he knew the next step in doing just that.

Although it unmistakably uncommon for his species, the grutt was known to have force potential in his prime. However, he detested the idea and scurried away from bringing the power into fruition. It's only now that the Grutt finds himself slithering everywhere, moving slow and having tendrils as opposed to actual digits did he recall this. He needed a new power to aid him continue living and to make life easier for his future endeavors. Telekinesis would do just this. Grudge, having been threatened by force users time after time during his crime lord days and recently nearly killed by a cloaked figure that rose him into the air and flung him out a window when he proposed an opportunity for business, absolutely was assured it existed. It was a power he wanted, a power he needed.

For that reason, he traveled to Nar Shaddaa to find information on a particular smuggler by the name of Jack Raxis. From rumor alone, he heard the male was well attuned with the particular use of the force. Grudge had even requested for Jack Raxis to meet him on Nar Shaddaa after gaining his information from gossip and scrolling through information feeds on well known smuggler names.

Grudge's Message:
"Well hello there, smuggler. Or..should I say.. [member="Jack Raxis"]. It's been brought to my attention that you know of the force and how it works by telekinetic means. I give you this invite now hoping that you could teach me to use this power. It is essential to my plans for the future. Merely follow the instructions attached to this message and I hope to see you see. Oh...and you may call me..

Grudge"

 

[RC 212]

[member="Grudge The Grutt"]

Location: Nar Shadda, Cantina

Jack stepped through the door and grimaced. He was a wanted man here, with a big bounty on his head. Long ago he'd swindled some folks and stole his first ship, the Kessels Pride. Of course they were none too happy about that, which is why Jack was travelling under his alias, Captain Jor-Kel. Furthermore he was flying The Rogue, instead of the Pride. Clad head to toe in his Naval Aliit'Gam, he was a sight to see.

Grudge was easy to spot. He'd left his picture and challenge in the message so Jack picked him out near the bar and approached, crowd making way as his boots thumped the deck. Jack had been shrewd enough to give Grudge his alias ahead of time, and avoid any complications.

"Oya mate. Captain Jor-Kel at your service."

He would have extended a hand except the Grudge looked a little short on those. Beside him Dak his scrawny first mate from Dantooine was trying hard not to stare.

"Drink?" Asked the barkeep.

"No thanks bub, I got other things to do today."

His voice was gravel through the vocabulator.

"Ready to go discuss our business?"

 

[Grudge The Grutt]

Grudge didn't bother to look at Jack, nor his affiliates until he spoke. A Mandalorian, by the looks of it. They seemed to be everywhere, as of late. Grudge's slime oozed all over the seat he was propped up on, his blood-shot eyes looking [member="Jack Raxis"] up and down along with his affiliates before speaking. "You came. Good." His eyes short directly toward his Jack's right hand. "I'd be delighted .. but .. is kid gonna eye-ball me the whole time? It's unsettling. Almost like you've never seen a grutt before. Greheheh..." He chuckled, lighting a cigar and placing it between his lips with jumbled and broken teeth spilling out despite his mouth being closed. "Whether you'd like to do it here or not is all on you though. There are always..ears and eyes hungry for new information." He mentioned, looking at a particular fellow from across the bar staring at Grudge from his peripheral. "Care for one?" He questioned, hinting at his slimy pack of smokes.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Grudge The Grutt"]

"I'm all set. don't worry bout the kid. If he had issue with you he'd probably put a bolt right between your eyes. He's a better shot than I."

Jack gave Dak a sideways glance, tilting his helmeted head a little. Dak looked away, getting the point even with Jacks face and head covered. Yes there were eyes and ears everywhere. Jack hated eavesdroppers, but that what spacers did. He knew because he was one, and it was time to get to business. without outside interference.

"We can discuss thing's elsewhere. C'mon, I'll take you back to my ship."

Jack waited not a second more before turning and waving. Dak followed suit as they exited the cantina...

 

[Grudge The Grutt]

The grutt merely lifted itself off the seating booth, following Jack with a faint traces of slime in its wake. They departed from the bar, making way for a supposed ship in ownership of [member="Jack Raxis"]. By appearance, the male seemed well skilled and even more so, well payed. Whatever line of work he dabbled in, he seemed to be proficient at it. However, Jack cared not for his armor, nor his possession, only his ability to manipulate the force itself to achieve feats of telekinesis. Whilst walking, he looked around himself often, he was in Nar Shaddaa afterall. The grutt slithered in hopes of keeping pace, using his band of pink tendrils as wells to get from him point A, to point B.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Grudge The Grutt"]

Finally they reached The Rogue and boarded. Jack hit the ramp release and it hissed closed. As it did he removed his helmet, letting his stubble clad face show. He was much friendlier now, and not as gruff as he was on the street. With a smile he spread both arms wide.

"Welcome to The Rogue Mr. Grudge. You have the honor of stepping foot on what is possibly, literally the fastest Freighter in the Galaxy. I apologize fro my frostiness, Nar Shaada is a dangerous place for me."

Dak was already moving to his quarters. No doubt to contact that young fox he was trying to court from the Ordo Clan back home. As he set his helmet down he moved to the kitchen, fetching two cups of stim caf. One he gave to Grudge and the other he took in his armor clad hands. With a flourish he sank into the couch of the central hold and motioned for Grudge to take his own seat.

"Now as I remember correctly you had something you wanted to learn yes?"

 

[Grudge The Grutt]

His blood-shot eyes perked at the sight of the Rogue. Even more so when it was revealed to be the fastest of it's class in the galaxy. "You needn't apologize. I understand more than you could ever possibly know. The Rogue, you say? In all honesty, I'll be needing an air-craft as soon as I can get my hands on a form of technology that can provide me a mechanized body to do my bidding. Never take those fingers for granite, fella." Shaking his head, he accepted the stim caf, slithering his way onto the couch. Grudge was a slimy sun of a gun, and Jack would seen regret letting him sit on an actual piece of furniture.

"Ah yes...I contacted you in hopes you could teach me more of the force. I've neglected it for the majority of my line in strides to complete my own line of mutants, and with their recent completion I find myself with more time to dabble in new arts. I'd wish to learn from the best, also, and from what I hear..you've got quite a proficiency with the telekinetic side of molding the force."

[member="Jack Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Grudge The Grutt"]

"Well thats true."

Jack sipped his Stim Caf and let the aroma waft into his nostrils. It was great to drink, especially when one was tired. He raised both eyebrows and regarded the couch. He'd have to clean that llater. But for now he pushed these thoughts aside and continued.

"I've studied the basics of Meditation and Telekinesis on Yinchor with the Zeison Sha. They are a group of nuetral force users who throw diskblades and direct them with their mind. The force can also be used for other applications in combat, but we'll stick to what I'm best at for now. How much do you actually know about it?"

 

[Grudge The Grutt]

Grudge grunted, listening to Jack's story. All the while, he opened his needlessly wide mouth, dropping the stim caf inside--the cup and all. After a brief belch, he looked toward Jack once more. "Diskblades, hmm? I must admit, I've never layed witnessed to such uses of the force before in my ..long existence. All I know, thus far, is that it can be used to lift. To throw, to push and seize hold of things without physical contact. I'll need this power if I wish to carry through with my plans for the future. Though..I assume there are more uses than I previously listed. I'm terribly ignorant to whatever it may be however. Whhiichh is where you come into play, good sir."

[member="Jack Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Grudge The Grutt"]

Jack nodded. He was thinking of where to begin. He was a nuetral, not a Jedi Nor Sith. His first concern was the Resol'nare, the Mando code of honor. The struggle of light vs dark did not appeal to him, so he picked that to start with. He sipped another sip of the Stim Caf and then continued.

"A Lesson on the Force. There's the light side and the dark side. Skip over that, it's not important. It's a mystical energy field which binds, surrounds and penetrates us. All things living are bound by it. It's almost like an invisible ocean of currents. The way I was taught was neutral. Instead of wielding it like a hammer, or using it like an ally, I use it by will."

Jack paused.

"A Sith seeks to dominate and control it, using hate and anger. The Jedi ask of it, I just will it. I draw the energy, seize the currents and do what I have to do. All force powers require focus. Think of it as a spinning wheel. The more you use, the quicker you tire. when you start stacking multiple spinning wheels it begins to get very tiring and hard to keep your focus."

Jack paused again.

"You understand the concept?"

 

[Grudge The Grutt]

Grudge mentally broke apart every aspect of what Jack told him about the force. It appeared to be any, and everywhere. It also, from what he gathered, was taken advantage of, or worked alongside with. There were those who used it, and those who abused it. There appeared to be a choice in how you chose to manipulate this invisible force. Grudge nodded, folding his tendrils beneath him as he listened further. "This ..'force' exists in everything, from what I understand. Oceans of which you can dictate how large, or small, how powerful or weak, how dense or frail the waves are to enact various feats of which graduate in energy cost as you scale towards the more tasking and advanced uses of the force. Does this work?" Though his mutated brain being was capable of processing and analyzing thoughts at a far greater rate than an ordinary human, it sometimes caused for over-analysis of certain concepts.

[member="Jack Raxis"]

 

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[member="Grudge The Grutt"]

"That's Correct. Lesson two, meditation. Really simple, close your eyes, clear your mind. You should feel more focus the clearer your mind is. With focus comes the force, the ability to use it. This is how Forcers draw power. Try it now. Really really clear your mind and focus on the stillness of nothing. Feel the currents around you and inside of you."

Jack closed his own eyes, steeling his resolve and wiping away as much of his thoughts as he could. He could feel that tingly feelin in his gut once more, except this time he could perceive the flow of energy about him. Slowly he began to build it, weaving it into a compressed core that charged his body and senses.

 

[Grudge The Grutt]

Grudge grunted abit, "Clear my mind, huh? Well..let's see." The grutt adjusted his tendrils mimic a meditative stance. Suddenly, his eyes closed and his many thoughts were steadily finding themselves being pushed away. Even since his mutation, he had established a more intimate relationship with his thoughts--primarily due to being a living brain--. Clearing his thoughts proved a rather easy task, surprisingly. He was no longer burdened by failures of his serum. He merely awaited the feeling of these currents around and himself. Minutes would pass, the grutt's closed eyes budging abit. He felt a certain something, but he wasn't sure what it was. Minutes continued to pass, the grutt feeling only a faint tingly sensation. He was rather slimy though, so it could've just been his slime.

"I'm not.....how exactly do I 'feel' it? When do I know it's working!? What is it you're not telling me!?" He shouted in frustration, his tendrils curling.

[member="Jack Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Grudge The Grutt"]

Jack smirked and locked eyes with the squid guy.

"You need more patience guy. A lot more. Try clearing your mind again, this time don't expect a result just go with it. You'll feel it. It takes a master to clear their mind quickly, it takes me thirty minutes to achieve maximum focus. Energy flows where attention goes. Focus on that feeling you get, whatever it is."

He crosssed his arms and projected what little focus he had attained onto Grudge, grabbing the currents of the force and attempting to force them around the Grutt. As he worked he wiggled his fingers.

 

[Grudge The Grutt]

Grudge grunted, fidgeting a bit on the couch before curling his tendrils to mimic a meditative stance again. "I'll take your word for it.." The casually impatient Grutt's eyes closed, the presumed silence allowing him to cast aside his thoughts with relative ease. Now was the second phase. Feeling the waves of the force. As opposed to expecting these waves, he merely amplified his degree of focus on focusing on nothing. He assumed the rest would come naturally then. With his thoughts clear, his brow perked, feeling a certain oddity circle him. It was invisible, but there nonetheless. After this occurred, the Grutt could be seen maniacally smiling from ear to ear without reason.

"I believe .. it's working, Captain."

[member="Jack Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Grudge The Grutt"]

Jacks eyes opened and he cracked his own grin. He was getting it, which was a god sign. For a moment Jack had thought maybe the other fellow was not force sensitive, but then he could feel him.

With his hands hanging by thumbs on his gunbelt he nodded. letting his stern visage recompose on his face. Brows furrowed, jaw set in stone.

"Good, now gather that feeling about you. Think of it like a wheel of focus, get the wheel spinning at a good speed. Then,"

He paused, setting his empty canteen of stim caf on the deck before the Grutt.

"Exert your will to move this object. Envision it moving, going where you want it and focus hard on that vision."

 

[Grudge The Grutt]

The Grutt adopted the concept of a spinning will to further his training. His eyes trailed over toward the canteen of stim caf placed before him. "The .. canteen, you mean? Hmm..starting small is best, I'd suppose." The Grutt closed his eyes, facing the canteen. Suddenly, he took a calming breath, casting aside his thoughts to permit ease of mind, and focus. Focusing on focus itself. This process would carry over for numerous minutes, his eyes squirming at times as if his focus was being disturbed. Thoughts of destruction, thoughts of directing armies toward his enemies. They swarmed his mental plane. He shook his head, "No!" He whispered before re-assuming his meditative stance. The process began again, clearing his mind, gathering his focus.

The tingly sensation of the force began to accumulate about him, felt as waves by which he would soon learn to control. He extended a tendril toward the canteen, his mind suddenly forced to think of lifting the canteen. His tendril shook as he applied more effort, his more destructive thoughts re-occur. Suddenly, he thought of crushing the canteen, destroying it. His tendril clinched, the canteen lifted lightly above the ground and an minor dent found on the canteen's exterior as if someone had strangled it. His eyes flashed open, his tendril reeled back and his breath suddenly heavy as he screamed aloud.

"These thoughts .. of desturction. Of Ruling. They are hard to escape..!" He looked towards the dented canteen. "My sincerest apologies, Captain. It was not intentional."

[member="Jack Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Grudge The Grutt"]

Jack smirked. It was hard to clear your mind. He remembered the first time he had had been faced with the task. It seemed monumental, impossible even. But there was hope for the Grutt. He waved his hand errantly and nodded.

"There's a million canteens in the galaxy. Pause recompose and try again."

 

[Grudge The Grutt]

Grudge resisted thrashing his tendrils about in anger. He despised doing things wrong. It proved he was short of perfection, and such would not be tolerated. "Right .. Right .." He replied beneath his breath, his eyes closing the same as before. He positioned his brain-like body before the dented canteen, clearing his thoughts. The Grutt was becoming more proficient, however slight it may have been, at familiarizing himself with the feeling of the force. The waves. How they circled him. How it seemed to be within everything without being seen by anyone. He began to spin up the wheel, placing his focus into his next action of extending his tendril toward the canteen. However, this time, he drilled it into his brain that he would not conquer the force, nor would he call for its aid. Rather, he would use his will. He would draw the energy, seize the waves and do what he wanted with it. In this case, it would be lifting the canteen.

With minutes passed, more than before, he sat there, tendril shaking lightly as vision of the canteen lifting became more vivid. Soon, the wheel would begin to turn faster, his tendril clinching lightly before he attempted to manipulate the waves to encompass the canteen. Afterward, the canteen would begin to shake lightly. Only then would his tendril begin to raise, the canteen presumably raising in tow. Said canteen seemed to be levitating there, shaking heavily. Afterall, his technique was refined. He didn't dare open his eyes, he merely continued the process until the strain became too great and the canteen fell back to surface. "Kark.." He hissed. "This is not good enough. I will need greater strength to force my plans into fruition!"

[member="Jack Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Grudge The Grutt"]

Jack nodded, giving him a grin. He was a rather fast learner, and he had already come to lift the canteen. That was better than he had done his first go around. The best he had done was lift a casino table and hurl it in the heat of the battle. but that was a rare super feat for him.

"Repetition is the mother of skill. Keep practising, keep meditating. Masters have refined the art of drawing the energy from a meditative state at will and focusing it where they need it. In time you will master it. Just work on it. Anytime you got some free time, meditate and focus on drawing the energy quickly. Then focus on applying it. Then mix the two."

It wasn't unlike a shooting drill or a sword form. Constant practice.

"Congratulations though, now you can lift things!"