Reeling from the dark energies that enveloped the acolyte, Onasius had to gather himself before he could complete the task set before him. It was unlike a Dark Sider to have to control their emotions but when it came to training amongst the Sith, control was something akin to shackles. You started with control, knowing when to allow your emotions to take hold, and when you break the shackles, you are free to wield your power…uninhibitedly.
As the class proceeded, the assassin had an important conversation with himself. His primal instincts, while usually serving him well, had been interrupting his tutelage and advancement. He knew he was going to have to learn to channel his emotions into singular actions instead of singular actions channeling his emotions. It was a difficult road, but after a few moments and witnessing a few attempts from other students, Onasius felt he was ready to try to use the Force. Something he had yet to do under the watch of other Force Users.
Stepping up to the same marker as the others students, Onasius extended his sickly yellow claws from his flowing acolyte robes. Using the gaunt, predatory-like muscles that twisted around his sinewy arms Gruwel seemed to reach toward the sphere before him like the grim reaper himself. Unmoving in his unblinking expression, the dark sider tried to hoist the ball with the power of the Force. It appeared this was the second challenge in a row the new learner had endured. He now understood the Sith were more formidable than most opponents the philistine Yevetha had crossed before.
What a task it was, to make a sphere that heavy float with energy that seemed to weigh nothing. There was no formal education on the colony Onasius hatched from but he knew that didn’t make sense. The entire theory of the Force was something he could not wrap his small mind around. It was obvious he would have to trust whatever seedling of the Dark Side that had sprouted within him to pull through and prove that the assassin was not just another recruit. Especially with his noticeable failure with the firearm.
There had to be a moment of sheer concentration, unbothered by the new students’ arrival to even amass enough energy to feel the Force. Onasius thought it was a small migraine at first, the way it pierced through every thought he conjured. It was a pain at first, but then quickly melted into a warm blanket, finished with an intense passion that set his mind ablaze. He could feel the sheer force building within his head, his destiny was finally manifesting. This time it appeared in the form of a small sphere levitating above the ground, slowly creeping toward the infernal student.
It seemed he wouldn’t fail this test.
