Diarch Rellik
Lord of the Diarchy

The Diarch exited the bunker and was moving towards his apprentice.
"Kallous, be ready for her to attack as she emerges from the bunker" His tone serious. "Have you felt it within her my apprentice. Or have you been tied up in your gun. She has the ability to connect with the force. Assuming she never had the chance to refine her abilities I am giving it to her now." He went and stood next to his apprentice. Stopping his practice with the gun. Hands behind his back. In this fight, Helen would not stand a chance.
"Take this as a lesson my apprentice. Ask yourself, what are we doing and why. She has latent ability but has not been taught how to use it. Focusing her emotion in a place filled with the force can attune her to it. Giving her the chance to see her own potential. If she is not a tool for the Diarchy than at least she will be free. Free to use her power." He searched the feeling inside the bunker. She was struggling. Fighting either the force around her itself or the demons of her past.
The Diarch did not control what she saw, only bringing the emotions in the recesses of her mind to play.
"If Helen decided to strike down the demons of her past it would lead her to the dark side. If she chose to forgive them and follow the whills of the galaxy. She would move towards the light. For the Sith choose their fate and defy their pre-determined path. The Jedi on the other hand, allow the un-seen hand of destiny to guide them along. Trusting everything happens for a reason." This is your lesson for today Kallous "The only one who could help her now is herself."
He reached out, feeling; waiting for her to decide her fate and leave the bunker. Feeling the flow of midi-cholorians around all things would be knew for her. Either to control or to follow.
For the difference between a Master and apprentice is knowing where they stand in the galaxy, among the whills, and within themselves.
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