Aiden Merritt
Character
[member="Melanctha Dallamoor"]
Aiden nodded his understanding to Jon and turned to Melanctha. “This will take several minutes if I’m lucky; longer if not. It’s been a long time since I tried this.”
Back in his training days actually. The only other place that it may have been useful would have been the catacombs of Korriban; but, any ghosts he eliminated there would have near immediately replaced by twice as many more, drawn by his use of the light side of the force like hungry scavengers.
He knelt in the center of the chamber and bowed his head, searching for his meditative state, and, slowly immersing himself in it. In essence he would be pulling as much of the light into himself as possible and releasing it into the room. It he flooded the room with enough of the light side of the force, it should cleanse any residual of the darkside present – including binding spells.
He would use his light saber, not so much as an aid for power but for concentration – his conduit to direct the force as he needed.
Aiden’s meditation deepened until all that existed was the force and himself. He invited it inside, filling his bodily vessel until it seemed it must surely spill over and then he called as much more until he thought he must surely become a light bomb set for explosion. But the force treated him more gently than that.
He raised his light saber and ignited it; its cerulean torch blazing defiantly in the room filled with so much darkness. His will was for that to change – and the force made it so.
He pointed his saber at the ceiling and the light surged through it turning his blue-green blade a brilliant white and flooding out like a fountain of dazzling white light. It reached the ceiling and arched out in every direction spilling down the walls and flooding the room floor to ceiling in a brilliance no ancient darkness present could withstand.
Seals broke and the room soon became filled with specters of white. Aiden stopped flooding the room with the force and the residual of the power he had flooded into it kept the room bright for several moments longer.
He laid aside his saber and stood, addressing the ghosts. He allowed those that could draw enough force from him to materialize as transparent images of themselves that each in turn came before Aiden and bowed. Aiden returned their bows respectfully. Ancient masters, knights and a few padawans by their apparent age came before the young knight and thanked him for their release. Their gratitude expressed, they released their hold on Aiden’s force connection and departed. Some singly, some in pairs and others in small groups, they were all proceeding to their ultimate rest.
Except two.
They materialized as a young couple, a husband and wife perhaps, and they demonstrated their gratitude just as the others; however, before they left they motioned for Aiden to follow. He followed them to the winch that lowered the basket that hung high above. Understanding their desire that the basket be lowered, he released the lock and began lowering it.
Aiden looked at the two skeletons that lay on the basket’s floor. He cut off the lock with his light saber and pulled open the door. He used the force to lift the two skeletons and laid them out respectfully, side by side in death as they had been in life.
One of the ghosts motioned Aiden to look closer. He saw that they had on matching rings. The ghosts both nodded their approval and Aiden slipped the rings off the boney fingers. He held them out to the couple and they both lay their spectral hands over the rings in Aiden’s hand, binding them to him – their parting gift.
Aiden softly said, “Thank you.”
The couple smiled, released their hold on his force connection and departed.
Aiden closed his hand over the rings and sat down, exhausted.
Aiden nodded his understanding to Jon and turned to Melanctha. “This will take several minutes if I’m lucky; longer if not. It’s been a long time since I tried this.”
Back in his training days actually. The only other place that it may have been useful would have been the catacombs of Korriban; but, any ghosts he eliminated there would have near immediately replaced by twice as many more, drawn by his use of the light side of the force like hungry scavengers.
He knelt in the center of the chamber and bowed his head, searching for his meditative state, and, slowly immersing himself in it. In essence he would be pulling as much of the light into himself as possible and releasing it into the room. It he flooded the room with enough of the light side of the force, it should cleanse any residual of the darkside present – including binding spells.
He would use his light saber, not so much as an aid for power but for concentration – his conduit to direct the force as he needed.
Aiden’s meditation deepened until all that existed was the force and himself. He invited it inside, filling his bodily vessel until it seemed it must surely spill over and then he called as much more until he thought he must surely become a light bomb set for explosion. But the force treated him more gently than that.
He raised his light saber and ignited it; its cerulean torch blazing defiantly in the room filled with so much darkness. His will was for that to change – and the force made it so.
He pointed his saber at the ceiling and the light surged through it turning his blue-green blade a brilliant white and flooding out like a fountain of dazzling white light. It reached the ceiling and arched out in every direction spilling down the walls and flooding the room floor to ceiling in a brilliance no ancient darkness present could withstand.
Seals broke and the room soon became filled with specters of white. Aiden stopped flooding the room with the force and the residual of the power he had flooded into it kept the room bright for several moments longer.
He laid aside his saber and stood, addressing the ghosts. He allowed those that could draw enough force from him to materialize as transparent images of themselves that each in turn came before Aiden and bowed. Aiden returned their bows respectfully. Ancient masters, knights and a few padawans by their apparent age came before the young knight and thanked him for their release. Their gratitude expressed, they released their hold on Aiden’s force connection and departed. Some singly, some in pairs and others in small groups, they were all proceeding to their ultimate rest.
Except two.
They materialized as a young couple, a husband and wife perhaps, and they demonstrated their gratitude just as the others; however, before they left they motioned for Aiden to follow. He followed them to the winch that lowered the basket that hung high above. Understanding their desire that the basket be lowered, he released the lock and began lowering it.
Aiden looked at the two skeletons that lay on the basket’s floor. He cut off the lock with his light saber and pulled open the door. He used the force to lift the two skeletons and laid them out respectfully, side by side in death as they had been in life.
One of the ghosts motioned Aiden to look closer. He saw that they had on matching rings. The ghosts both nodded their approval and Aiden slipped the rings off the boney fingers. He held them out to the couple and they both lay their spectral hands over the rings in Aiden’s hand, binding them to him – their parting gift.
Aiden softly said, “Thank you.”
The couple smiled, released their hold on his force connection and departed.
Aiden closed his hand over the rings and sat down, exhausted.