Feral Training (Open)

[Iziz]

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Iziz had a lot to do, and a small amount of time to do it in, the Jawa had been craving for more strength since his fight with Ajihad, and while he had fought many Sith within the order and gained much strength from the duels, he had not expanded his wealth of power in the force for some time, in skills that the Jawa had intended to become many times more well versed in... The basics had been falling through the cracks, the ability to rob energy from things in motion, the ability to slow others to a crawl with the force, and the ability to channel power through an object were three target areas the Jawa needed to improve on. Looking to the room before him the knight had bought a small group of Acolytes together whom were interested in training with him, looking over the group of five he would be teaching them what he knew behind the skills and more-so, reinforcing his own knowledge of each of them.

The first of the skills was to be easy, channeling power through a weapon was something that Ferus had taught the Jawa, looking to his lightsaber the Jawa silenced the class. Keeping an eye out for any of them who would belittle the Sith knight with any remarks about his size... but none did... these acolytes were smart... though, it seemed that the word was out that the Jawa had wounded ferus... and now with the disappearence of the Sith Lord, it seemed that the Jawa was a prime suspect in that regard...

That was something that needed to be addressed.

"Before we begin, I know what you are all thinking... is this the Jawa that Killed ferus...? The answer is no... with a but. I did not kill the shadow of the dark lord of the Sith, but part of me still wishes that I had, and I to this day do not believe that he is even dead. You will all no doubt one day have masters, and within the tradition of the Sith i can assure you... you will all HATE those masters... they want you to hate them, they want you to surpass them, it is the greatest gift you can give... but... do not try, until you are SURE, you have already won... Now, on to the lesson I'm here to teach... yes?"

The students agreed, for a moment the class was awosh with whispers and chatter before falling silent, allowing the Jawa to begin.

 

[Iziz]

"The Fist of the skills I am to teach you will be the power of imbuing an object with the force in combat, this skill is known as force weapon in the archives... force weapon has two purposes and using it can be rather hard, especially if a couple of conditions are not met. To use this technique, it is often required that a Sith have some degree of skill with sensing objects and surroundings through the force, as well as an offensive skill in their arsenal. Lightning or telekinesis are the two most often used, but other powerful skills could also be implimented. Drain as one of them, the power to toxify through the force as another. This skill has a near limitless number of applications... like all power in the force, it is only limited by YOU... come see."

Iziz held his lightsaber in his hands, the long double ended saber pike gripped tightly as he bought it down into a combat stance, the Jawa allowed the blade to eject so that its humm could be heard by those around the room. Looking up at them Iziz began to explain the process of the technique, wanting each of them to go through it with him, asking them to draw their weapons, be they sith swords for many of them, or the two that actually had training lightsabers would be fine.

"The most important factor, is that you are intimate with your weapon, you need to know it, inside and out, to those of you who have built a light saber, this will come easily, but a sword, you did not build, a sword, is not a part of you like a light saber is. It is not unique, so, it will be harder for you... but watch and follow. First, move your attention to your weapon, feel it in the force, feel its presence, and feel what it is capable of... close your eyes and feel its shape, its composition so that you truly know the blade... this is not unlike meditation, so it should come easily to you..."

The Jawa looked up and over the class to see them following his instructions, many of them were trying very hard to follow, and that was exactly what he wanted... The Knight waited a few moments before he continued...

 

[Iziz]

The next step was going to be easier still, but, it began to harden as it onvolved something a little more taxing on the mind, in the simple sense that it required them to keep focus in two places at the same time. Iziz took in a breath, opening his mouth to speak only when the students in the room around him seemed to have got the hang over sensing their weapon, when a few of them looked up for further instruction Iziz nodded and allowed himself to continue his tutelage. The Jawa moved one hand from the weapon and placed it on his core, gripping the other around his staff more tightly.

"Now, maintaining the focus on the blade in your hands, i want you to focus on yourselves, and your position in the force, call on it, pull on it, feel the force flow through you like a river and grap at it with one hand like a string, summon strength from it and drag it from its path and into the palm of your hand. Use this channel to begin to summon the kind of strength and power that you will, but maintain that intimate connection on your weapon, do not let that go, you are focusing on two things. I find it helps to keep a single hand on yourself while the other is on your weapon to act like a bridge between the two of you, this may help you, it may not. Speaking the process aloud to yourself in training is also known to help... once you have that power, hold onto it, feel it in the palm of your hands, focused, and shimmering."

Iziz held force in his hands, the crackling of lightning coarsing between his fingers as he looked at the other sith, this process took some time, and time was something which they all had, minutes passeed, which turned to an hour with them all trying to keep focus... one of the students got it, and held it, Iziz nodded to him and with a quiet word on the sly told the student to attempt to hold the power ready in his hand for as long as he could until the others were done, the ability to summon power and remain focused on your weapon was a difficult talent, but now was a chance he had to get some good attempts in.

Evantually, after two hours, all of the students managed to get across that line.

moving to the final part of the lesson, Iziz smiled at how far they had all come.

They were good, not the best, but good.

 

[Iziz]

"Finally, the final part of this technique is to put it into practice, you need to feel the connection between you and your weapon, bring your hand which holds the power in the force to the side of your blade. Feel the power within you, and feel the inner workings of the weapon... for those of you with lightsabers, do not touch your blade... bring your hand to the hilt. Now, remember, the blade is a part of yourself, so, like moving the power in the force from one hand to the other, you're going to focus on flowing it into the weapon as if it were a part of yourself, and sustain it, as if it were a part of yourself... This is projection one oh one, and you will need to learn it for even the most basic of Sith powers in the future. Now, try..."

Iziz demonstrated, bringing his hand to the hilt of his weapon, and as he touched it, the lightning coursed through the hilt before erupting from the blade, the red beam was covered in a shimmering aura of lightning along the length of the blade, focused, and not arcing or jumping to anything within reach. The students watched in awe before trying to replicate the act. Looking to their weapons, one of them managed to blow their own weapon across the room with telekinesis, another managed to electrocute himself with his lightning as it was flown into the hilt, but not channeled. After a few more failed attempts Iziz continued to speak.

"You're just touching the force to the weapon, the hard part of this is the channel, you can't just bang the two together and hope to channel, you need to project the image and think of the sword as a part of yourselves, an extension of you, your arm, a phantom limb that you are flowing the force into... imagine yourself in the location of your sword, and not where you are now, and summon the force from there... it may be hard but, it's not impossible."

Iziz watched as soon after the two with light sabers each managed to perform the technique. One enhancing their blade with the physical aura of telekinesis and the other with the electrical power of lightning. It was an enlightening sight to behold.

 

[Iziz]

One by one the other sith managed to get the hang of the technique, and they turned their attention to the training dummies in the room, their blades in hand they had to practice their Force weapon training against them for some time, and attempt to incorperate the technique into one of thir combat forms that they had learned. The process took some time. The exercise was to perform at least five strikes against the dummy, then perform force weapon and finish with a single strike. Then repeat the process for as many times as would be necessary... this was where Iziz took part also, looking to the two with lightsabers as they would not be able to strike a dummy that many times without destroying it first with their techniques. Having the two of them face him, they would have a little bit of extra training. Aiming their blows against the fast moving sith Knight would be hard for the two of them, but, if they were up to the challenge it would be even more rewarding.

Iziz looked at each of them and simply used the pole of his weapon, not extending his blades as he didn't feel like he needed to against the two.

The two of them looked to each other and organised who would stike first, coming up with a small strategy before hand which the Jawa thought was excellent, it seemed that they two of them were taking this seriously enough to actually try against him. Iziz was pleased, he thought he hade a good teacher and some-what liked being around the acolytes... Though perhaps it was only because they were more talkative and less corrupted by the ways of the sith on a whole, and had not slipped into the insanity of the order on a whole...

but as soon as they were ready he would begin...

 

[Iziz]

Looking to the acolytes, it seemed that the two of them were ready for their attack, the first of them stepped forward while the other hung back for a small time, Iziz liked the look of this, one was planning to be on the defensive, while the other was going to attack, this would allow one of them to strike and combo then fall back as he prepared his force weapon ability, in which the other would attack to ensure that there was no opening for Iziz to counter attack the two of them. It was a brilliant plan, and if the two of them were able to pull it off Iziz might have to actually move... the first of them charged with three strikes, the first of them was aimed downward for iziz, though with a nimble side-step with the aid of force speed he was out of the way long before the strike came down, placing the Bes'kar pole on top of the Acolytes light-saber so that it was pinned... while the first one seemed to be keen to get on the attack, the second seemed to be strafing for a better angle.

I'll need to keep an eye on that one...

Iziz thought to himself as the first of the apprentices roared and pulled their lightsaber to a side straight for Iziz in an attempt to catch him at the hip. The appretice was trying to undercut the Jawa's guard and follow through with brute strength, not a bad tactic, but certainly one of the mor boring ones. Kicking off with one of his feet Iziz vaulted over the strike and over his own weapon, keeping it horizontal and facing the second of the apprentices, having a feeling this was when he was going to react...

 

[Iziz]

... the Jawa was wrong, a third blow came from behind him as the second apprentice made no action, needing to turn Iziz rose one end of his pole up to block the strike, routing the momentum of the blow and deflecting it to a side... the apprentice used the force to spin backwards and began to channel his power in the force, which meant only one thing... The Assassin behind him lunged forward with the tip of his light-saber, makashi basics were advanced skills for a new apprentice, but, Iziz was hardly surprised... impressed maybe, but not entirely surprised. Fencing was something taught to the prodigal sons of rich families, it was likely this apprentice was a scion of a moff house of some kind...

But it would be fun.

Flipping backwards, Iziz used his staff at an odd angle in order to parry his strike upward, but doing so only allowed the acolyte the position to step in with an even stronger thrust. Landing from his back-flip and spinning to a side with speed enough to for an instant almost fool the apprentice's eyes into thinking he had struck his target. But rather Iziz pivoting on his foot, and banking round and away from the saber, before kicking forwards towards the apprentice with incredible velocity, the apprentice still needed to attempt a single strike before he was able to fall back and attempt to hit him with a strike in the force.... Iziz extending a hand, faster than the Apprentice was able to react to, touched a finger to the boy's gut and jumped backwards, moments before the assassin swiped downward for the Jawa, hitting nothing but air as the Jawa had been right into the boy's guard.

... and now came the next step of their assault...

 

[Iziz]

But just as the first apprentice seemed to have the lightning coursing down his blade and was running in, Iziz could hear a chime in his head, a dark sound, one that tormented him often, speaking with a low cunning rasp as eyes looked out from iziz's soul.

'perhaps you prefer to teach these weaklings because it makes you feel superior... in a world where you are a weakling! heh heh heh...'

The shock of comprehending those words threw off Iziz's guard, looking up at the lightning enhanced blade flying horizontally towards him, Iziz had fractions of a second to react. Iziz was in trouble, and against a mere apprentice! But, perhaps this was the crucible he needed, something coming so quick, and with him so weak, Iziz needed to move fast, faster than he had ever moved before.... usually, there was a wall there, to separate what Iziz thought was possible and what was not, the desperation of the scenario pushed Iziz into forgetting that wall for a fraction of a second, powered by his will to survive the sigil on his shoulder began to light up, flashing to life as he drew upon a meaningful sum of the force enough to activate the brand.

Iziz didn't remember the motion he made, but for an instant he seemed to shimmer out of reality, the apprentice was smashed backwards against a wall as the second apprentice launched his force weapon attack as a projectile of the length of his blade, invisible force wrapping around it like a wall of telekinesis, but many times more fine, much like the projectiles that Ferus had used against Iziz. Conjuring Telekinesis in his fist Iziz lunged forward with what would be a furious punch, coiling the telekinetic control around his hand and throwing the punch into the wave of power, breaking it apart by consolidating the same sum of power in a smaller location rather than spreading it out into a larger fan.

The spectacle was amazing,

But Iziz barely knew what had happened, he had drawn on his instincts alone, and not really known what had happened, but the Jawa felt drained, far too drained for what he had accomplished...

what's happening???

'Iziz... you just broke a wall... welcome to the fold...'

 

[Iziz]

Iziz looked up at the students, moving to have a drink of water after loosing himself for a second like that, he watched the class, signalling that they were able to continue their dueling before looking back to the two he had been sparring with. The two of them showed promise among the ranks of the sith, especially together, calling them over Iziz instructed for the two of them to have a seat on the floor while he sat on a stool, so that at the very least he was a little higher than the two of them. Taking a deep breath and catching his words as they bounced around in his head the Jawa opened his bio-luminescent eyes and began to talk.

"The two of you did very well, especially together, I think it is safe to say that you and your training is more advanced than the rest of this class, so I am going to give you a couple more advanced tips on the use of force weapon while we're here. The thing is, Force weapon has no limits, and is by far one of the greatest and most versatile techniques in your arsenal, especially as duelists. As, when i say it has the ability to imbue a blade with an ability... i mean any ability, with force cloak you could make an invisible blade, with drain, you could recover wounds with your strikes, with powers of affliction or mentalism you could make a blade whose touch wracked a victim with anguish... it is how you wield it... master this technique, and every technique you ever learn will be two-fold in its uses. "

The students nodded at the prospect, and Iziz dismissed them to continue their training with the class or wherever they wished and Iziz moved to continue to tutor those who were struggling to perform the attack in the middle of a combat string. Needing to switch your mind from force power to practical combat and back was a hard thing to do, but ti was something they needed to get their heads around. The action needed to become second nature, it needed to become autonomous of themselves and primal.... in many ways, he didn't expect them to understand the greater implications of what they needed to do.... but... eventually, each of them became tired, and as they became tired the point in continuing to train became more and more pointless.

So, finishing up for the Day, Iziz headed back to his room, but there was still one voice which would not be silenced...

 

[Iziz]

Upon reaching home, the Jawa was happy to find his oversized bed, jumping up high Iziz performed a flurry of flips and acrobatics before hitting the soft comfort of his mattress, it had been too long and a smile crept across the Jawa's face, but, there were still questions that needed to be answered... and there was only one person who was able to answer them... the voice in his head was there, as it always was. Looking up at the roof he could tell the voice was waiting for his questions...

"So, what was all that about? "

'I think you needed the push...'

"So, almost killing me was just a push was it?"

'If that was enough to kill you, then I want to be free from this body...'

"I see... well then, did I pass your test?"

'flying colours... old friend... flying colours...'

Iziz was confused, he didn't quite understand what was happening, but, whatever had come to pass, was not something he was used to happening, the specter had said that Iziz had broken a wall of some kind... but whatever that meant was in the air, perhaps he had surpassed the limits of what the specter thought he was able to achieve, perhaps there was some inner meaning to it all that he did not understand, or that there was some hidden pre-requisite for him attaining Iziz's body... But whatever the case, he doubted that this was a good thing.

'No, you fool, the power you demonstrated, you moved through the psychological barriers which hold you back, and attained something that your rational mind would have thought to be impossible. You broke that wall, and now, you can grow stronger.... namely... faster...'

Iziz began to think that he understood the concept, but, he didn't feel like he had that wall to begin with, though, he did say it was psychological, so perhaps there was a chance that he was right... Iziz attempted to remember the sensation of the burst of speed he had committed, but, he could not remember the specifics of the motion he had made on pure instinct, and pure instinct was not something that could be merely summed up in the heat of combat and controlled on a whim... He needed to place himself in impossible scenarios to attempt to have it happen again... but he didn't know how...

"Any tips?"

'Oh so nooow you want my help... well, we'll see, first you gotta prove to me you're ready to become a monster...'

....

[exit thread]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"A monster? Is that truly what you wish to become?"

A second voice would sound off within the head of the small Jawa. Within seconds the room he was in was washed over by a thick blanket of darkness. Chocking. Crushing. It was as if the shadows themselves were reaching out to press [member="Iziz Vei"] into his luxurious bed..

But this was all just a phantom. Within his mind, should it be open enough, a dark whisp of a man formed, billowing in what looked like a dark flame. A single piercing red eye seemed to be the only source of light, its blood red glow clear. The voice from before, once distorted, spoke again, clearly.

"You've wasted no time training the acolytes. But hate me, why. I thought I trained you for more then that." There was a biting sarcasm to the words. "You are Sith. And you act like a true Sith. And so, I come to you. It is time for a new age. Come to the place you hate me for making. And I will show you something new."

A calling, an echo. Through the Force Darth Ferus called to his apprentice. Would he answer the call?

 

[Iziz]

Once the veil of the Jawa's mind was pierced there was not two entities in the room, but three, one billowing figure which consolidated itself, foreign, and ambitious, and another two, one which was the presence of Iziz, and another which assumed the form of Iziz by choice, though the aura of which was darker, more menacing, and vastly more potent. Iziz could not see the phantom of the one who chose to hide as himself, as to the Jawa it was like looking in the mirror, but the foreign invader would be able to see the difference between them. Iziz had no idea that Ferus possessed power enough to come into the minds of others... especially from the realm of the dead, Ferus had not been seen in some time, he disappeared shortly after the duel that Iziz had with him in the training room. but... something was different now...

Something was off...

The being unknown to Iziz looked amused at the development, he had thought to commit a genocide, but this, this seemed a whole lot more fun. The being enjoyed Ferus, in another life he would have made an impressive ally against the dark council whom betrayed him... in many ways it was a shame that Ferus was more or less in the way of the goals the spirit intended to achieve, the shadow of the dark-lord was a puppet tot he rejime that the spirit wished and longed for revenge against.

But with all this thinking it was Iziz that spoke...

"You trained me as a weapon master Ferus... You taught me much, while performing Genocide, telling lies and falsehoods, I thought you were more than you were.. and that was my short-sightedness, but now i see you for what you are, and I hate you for that... But, I want to bring balance to the Galaxy... and I believe the Sith are the only group capable... If that means I have to become a monster, and work with monsters like you... I will accept that... I'm no longer the idealistic child i once was...

I will come to the basin... [member="Darth Ferus"] "