First Meet with Force - Training in korribans (solo)

I'm summoned before dawn. The biting cold of Korriban seeps through my clothes as I walk through the dark hallways of the Academy, guided by flickering torchlight. When I arrive in the meditation chamber, the instructor is already there, standing in the shadows, a dark and imposing figure that leaves me no chance for respite.

"Sit," he orders, without so much as a glance in my direction.

I comply, kneeling on the cold stone floor. The room is silent, saturated with an oppressive presence that seems to flow from the very walls. I close my eyes, trying to escape the instructor's piercing gaze, but his sharp, cutting voice snaps me back.

"The Force is not some simple energy that yields easily to those who seek it. It is a storm that consumes, a wild beast that crushes the weak. If you think you can merely touch it, you are mistaken."

I clench my fists, trying to suppress a shiver of frustration. The instructor continues, his words laced with cold venom.

"You are nothing to it, nothing more than an insignificant spark. The Force does not give itself. It is taken, it is dominated, it is tamed."

He lets me stew for a moment, savoring my palpable tension. Then, in a lower, more insidious tone, he commands me to close my eyes and focus on my own mind.

"Imagine a dark flame, nestled in the deepest recesses of your being. This is where the dark side of the Force resides. You feed it every time you feel anger, hatred, or taste pain. This fire is your will. If you fail to control it, it will devour you."

I struggle to follow his instructions. Slowly, I delve into my memories, gathering my resentments, fears, and unspoken desires. All of it converges into a dark flame within me, flickering but present. It burns with an intensity I have never felt before. It isn't a comforting warmth but a cold, sharpened source of energy.

Suddenly, the instructor approaches. I feel him standing right behind me, a presence almost tangible that freezes me in place.

"Feel that flame," he murmurs in a harsh tone. "It does not belong to you yet, and if you dare believe otherwise, you will be consumed. The dark side of the Force is the ultimate tool, but it demands complete submission. It has no patience for the weak."

I try to hold the flame under my control, to make it steady, to trap it within my mind. But it resists, slipping through my fingers like a wild beast that refuses the leash. A drop of sweat trickles down my forehead despite the cold in the room. It's a brutal, merciless internal struggle. And in this struggle, I catch a glimpse of the power I could attain—if only I manage to master this dark essence.

"Again," the instructor snaps disdainfully, as if reading me. "Your will is weak. It will take much more than this tiny spark for you to survive here. Tame it. Only you have the right to control it, to impose your will upon it."

The words cut, each syllable like a clawed edge reminding me that the Force, in its brutality, allows no hesitation. I concentrate once more, forcing myself to channel every drop of anger and hatred until I feel the dark flame stabilizing, resonating within me with a cold, dense energy.

When I open my eyes, the instructor's face is impassive, but I sense a shadow of satisfaction. Faint, maybe even disdainful, but present.

"This is only a first step, little fool," he says in a dry tone. "If one day you manage to dominate that flame, then, and only then, can you claim to control the Force. Until that day, remember this: the Force only bends to those who are strong enough to bend it themselves. The others… end in ashes."

He turns and disappears into the shadows, leaving me alone, still pulsing with the chilling sensation of the dark side within me, an untamed power murmuring and rumbling, waiting to be mastered.

I sense faint vibrations around me, and the instructor's aura is tangible for a fleeting moment. Every provocation, every insult, every move he makes, I understand now, my rage must serve as a conduit—a channel to tame the Force. Each time he strikes me and ignites my anger, I actually gain power. I need to focus on that and rise above my fears.
I have a long road ahead.

He sneers at me.

"So, you've felt a fragment of the Force huh, are you stupid ?," he says, with a trace of disdain in his voice. "But it's not enough. Knowing the Force means nothing if you do not understand why you seek to master it."

He begins pacing in front of me, his shadow casting distorted shapes against the wall.

"The Sith Code. These words are our foundation, the source of our power. They are not mere philosophy, but a path, a way forward if you seek to dominate the Force and those around you."

He begins to recite, his voice slow, each phrase landing like a hammer blow.

"Peace is a lie, there is only passion."

He pauses, his sharp gaze locking onto mine.

"Those who seek peace are weak, asleep. They believe in a balance that leaves them vulnerable. We, the Sith, embrace passion. Anger, hatred, pain… everything you feel is a source of power. It is by accepting them that you reject this false peace."

He continues, with a harsher tone.

"Through passion, I gain strength."

He steps closer, forcing me to meet his gaze.

"If you only feel without acting, passion will do nothing for you. You must use this energy, this dark flame you've barely touched. The Force will only obey if you are strong enough to wield it without losing yourself."

Then he proceeds, as if challenging me with each word.

"Through strength, I gain power."

A heavy silence lingers.

"Power is the true essence of the Sith. It is not a privilege; it is a conquest. With each day you dominate your flame, with each victory over your weaknesses, you gain a little more of this power. But remember this: without strength, power is only an illusion."

He pauses for a moment, seeming to gauge my reaction, then continues in a more solemn tone.

"Through power, I gain victory."

A cold smile spreads across his lips.

"What the Jedi fail to understand is that the Force was not created to be shared or balanced. It exists to be possessed. Victory means obtaining what you desire. When you bend others, when you dominate the Force itself, you will taste true victory."

Finally, he recites the last line with an intensity that makes each word vibrate.

"Through victory, my chains are broken."

I feel the full chill of his gaze on me.

"The chains of fear, the chains of weakness, the chains of doubt. As long as you wear them, you are a slave. Only by dominating the Force, by embracing your passion and feeding your strength, can you finally break those chains. This path is difficult, and the weak fail, but it leads to freedom. That is the only liberation that matters."

He steps back, allowing his words to sink in. Each line resonates within me, merging with the dark flame I am just beginning to control.

"Now," he says sharply, "recite the Sith Code. Your Turn Little Fool"

I close my eyes and let the words echo within me, this time imbued with the intensity he's instilled in them.

"Peace is a lie, there is only passion… Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken."

"Good, but remember, little fool, these mantras don't make you a Sith. You will have to pass a series of trials, but before that… you'll need to train with a saber and learn to fight if you want any chance of survival. Get out of my meditation chamber and keep what I have told you engraved in your heart. Forever."

I left the chamber meditation with a heavy step. My heart is heavy, I have to learn to live with that, but I admit that I was completely off base. If I want to become a dark lord, I'm going to have to ink this flame in me.
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