I Have An Inkling...

[Vi Grir]

[member="Damien Daemon"]


Vi blinked a few times as the man suggested she work. She wasn't insulted, or upset... more... surprised. She had learned to fly and repair her ships through dozens of trials and errors, one that made one of her ships completely FUBAr, and another incident where she gained a large scar on the side of her body... in a place she'd never expose to anyone... But, have her work, even a little? The method the factories worked with were dangerous enough, but Vi was like a kettle of flammable gas being thrown around a powerplant. "Uu--uh... Sir, I have no problem at a--" She was then interrupted as Damien gestured over another individual. She did whatever greeting the individual gestured for without reluctance and forced a smile, being forced to interact with people.

"Alright, th-thanks. It's nice to meet you. B-but sir... let me say I'm willing to try as much effort as possible, try almost anything you want me to do... but maybe somewhere that is ... less dangerous. I don't want to break your cool factory... the first time I tried to repair one of my shuttles, well... it's in pieces, now. I just don't want to take all your kindness and then accidentally trample over all you've ever worked for."

 

[Matreya]

Boisterous laughter ensued, "No, no. I wish you to see the factory, to observe, to respect them for the hard work they do, as well as to learn the techniques employed here - most are ones I passed along." Damien added, feeling proud of the moderate company that had turned into this massive enterprise under his guidance, "But you, luckily, will simply be my paid friend. That's it. I will have you follow me, and when I need something you can assist with, I will ask you to do so. A friend with the added benefit of being paid to be."

"Well, let's be heading down this way." Dez began, leading the duo with a gesture back the way he had previously come from, "This area is smelting. We have the purifying furnace just there as you see, be careful not to get to close or you'll get burned, in the back over there is the..." As Dez went on and on, Damien once more thought to the predicament of the youth.

She was eager, this was good. She was fun to be around, not so good, because distractions never were. Light and peppy, yet possessing a certain apt darkness about her. But it all boiled back to a few notes. Could she even learn what he had to teach?? Maybe he could begin an altering, but slow, light as feather. They were going to be spending a lot of time together, so she likely wouldn't notice and would simply attribute her growing intellect to the lessons he bestowed on her.

With the skills he possessed, there never need be physical contact as well. He could simply force her brain cells to multiply at a slightly accelerated rate for a time, slow them then, and make the fresh new ones move into place to replace elder imperfect ones...

He would see.

[member="Vi Grir"]

 

[Vi Grir]

[member="Damien Daemon"]

Vi jumped from the wall she was leaning on and followed close behind the two. She was very curious to learn about the factory. The man who chose to help her, and pay her just to be a friend... was putting this factory into over charge, but all the workers seemed content in the way they knew what they were doing, and how much it'd all screw up if just one person threw a wrench in the gears. "Oh, well, alright. I don't think that would be hard..." she responded to mister Daemons explanation. A paid friend? Is that the same as buying friendship? Eh, it didn't matter to her for now. He was helping her, and she was... helping with.... whatever she could. She just hoped he didn't ask too much from her. As they passed the furnace, she reached her hand out only to feel the warmth emanating from it. It was comfortable, it made her happy, and calmed her down. Heat made her worries drift away...

It was true, though, it would be hard to teach her. But it was only difficult in the way that she couldn't be shown instructions and expected to replicate the solution.... she had to physically do it, be taught while doing the real thing. Eventually it would grasp, maybe after a few weeks time... But whether Mister Daemon knew biology or alien physiology truly, it would soon be found out if he could... 'fix' her, or not.

 

[Matreya]

Damien watched as the girl extended her hand to the furnace inspite of the warning given. It was a dangerous thing as truly these furnaces were hot enough to liquidise MerrSteel, which was one of the hottest melting points in existence. The lack of fear as she did so told of the feeling of... acceptance? She was unafraid of it.

This was a good sign, if not one of lunacy as well.

"This here," Dez continued from his rants, "is where the alchemy is done on site. That Forge was handcrafted by Damien here, as well as most of the tools inside. A masterwork is made within these walls, nothing else. Masterwork tools to make a masterwork, no?" He began to turn to continue on, but Damien halted him.

"Well, we have covered much of the factory, so let's get to what we really came for - the Forge and tools. I will begin your lessons immediately, Vi, if you believe you are ready." Damien noticed the almost panicked look that spread across Dez' face and instantly both began to speak through their minds at rapid speeds.

She is just a kid, if you throw her into it, she will die. Dez sent to Damien, who retaliated with his explanations that each needed to be thrown straight into the deep end to show they were able to survive. Back and forth they went, until finally Dez conceded. Damien was his Master in a way as well, for literally every memory he had from before his creation belonged to the ancient.

The whole conversation happened in less than two seconds so neither had much time to move or shift, instead they continued to look at the girl as they awaited her response.

[member="Vi Grir"]

 

[Vi Grir]

[member="Damien Daemon"]


Vi didn't really understand the relationship between the two, or the antics of the man before her. She was mostly distracted by the idea of a little army of things she created, she crafted. Something good that would come from her. Not good as in, morally good. Something that would be from her, instead of making broken and dreary things, or making things dead. Aside from her troublesome disabilities, Vi wasn't much to be afraid. If she ever saw a Terentatek, she'd think it was cute, and be like a kid in a candy shop; 'oh, daddy daddy can I have one?' but that was also her big weakness. She didn't understand danger, she didn't understand she could be seriously harmed or killed by things. If she hadn't felt the burn of fire already, she would walk through it like water, or try to. Lava being water, thorns being flowers. Some called it stupid, but in her case, she had the inability to understand what was good and what was bad. Her definition of it all came down to, 'what's bad and what's good when it's fun.' Her first interaction with something dangerous? She'd forget if it hurt her. Her second? Well, it would take awhile for her to subconsciously initiate her Fight or Flight, as her mind wouldn't normally do it. Her mind is several paces behind real time, making it a miracle she has survived so long.

But that's just it.

She's survived.

Her lack of fear had freed up her rational thinking for other abilities. If this situation wasn't cool, she would have to find a way out of it. Instead of being distracted by what could be bad to try, or what may not work, she just acted, without second thought. This hasn't saved her every time, but it got results in the end.

"I wasn't ready when I was told I would never be a normal person, but I got through it," she continued, looking back at the furnace... it's safe, comfortable warmth behind them. "I wasn't ready when the townsfolk killed me parents, or when I had to leave the place for good, or when I launched my shuttle for the first time. But I got through it. If it's going to be painful, don't tell me. Just tell me what I have to do." She turned back, looking up at him in the eye.

 

[Matreya]

Damien nodded, "Sounds good." He said, then gesturing to Dez he added, "Take a chance, grab some materials." Stepping into the Forge room, he pointed a finger and instantly the lighting dimmed overhead, "How would you feel we begin?" Damien asked the girl. There were dozens of ways to approach the start, including minor molecular alterations, so she could grasp what would be done with Alchemy under his tutelage.

"You say you want to focus on Sit spawn, but to best manage that there are other aspects you might wanna learn first. We can jump clean to the heavy stuff, but you will find it incredibly diffuclt."

[member="Vi Grir"]

 

[Vi Grir]

[member="Damien Daemon"]

Vi nodded as she agreed, listening to decide what she wanted to do, but in the end, it was mister Daemons choice. "You can start with anything you think is best, mister Daemon, but don't be gentle. You just throw me into that fire... The slower we go, the longer it will take. Trial and error, I don't mind getting burned a little. Show me what ya got!" she grinned as she thought of random crazy things they could be doing to start with. She only remembered tidbits from the writings she found about sithspawn, but it was wild

 

[Matreya]

"You might wanna go a metallurgic path." Dez offered as Damien eyed the youngling. The man admired her tenacity, as this truly was a deadly art. But when Dez offered advise Damien looked to him. Being his clone flash programmed with all of his memories pertaining to crafting, Damien knew he had the knowledge to work through a teaching, however he had not asked for his advice. It irritated him.

But he had to go with it. He was working. Toward self control.

"My thoughts exactly." Damien replied, "So, Vi over there you will find iron ore. Without touching it, you must put it in the furnace there, heat it, cure it of impurities, then we can begin altering it so you can have a grasp on what it really means to alchemically alter."

[member="Vi Grir"]

 

[Vi Grir]

[member="Damien Daemon"]


Vi only paid half attention to what the two were talking about, catching the glimpse of what seemed like annoyance from mister Daemon before her eyes widened. Wait, what? Is he asking, seriously, to use the force to mess with the scrap of iron? Or was Vi thinking too hard. "You... you want me to use the Forcey stuff to... to move the piece of iron and cook it?" Vi looked at the iron, then at the other man, Dez, then back at mister Daemon. She was afraid. Absolutely afraid. Not afraid of messing up something so simple or disappointing mister Daemon, but she was lucky when her powers didn't come out ... in... explosive levels. It's actually not uncommon for her to try telekinesis, and end up denting the wall, or... causing a slight breeze.

"I said I would do anything... just, don't be upset if I break something in your fancy factory, mister Daemon." She squinted her eyes as she tried to focus her mind. As usual, she could connect directly with the object she was trying to manipulate, but it never fails... to fail. As she tried to lift the piece of iron, suddenly it dropped and Vi's eyes opened wide, realizing she just lost all control. Suddenly, bouts of the Force, acting like Force Push, escaped from her position, almost knocking Dez and Damien off their feet, but making anything not tied down to fly across the room, even denting a boiler.

 

[Matreya]

Damien had looked to begin conversing with Dez as the girl moved to work, when her energy shot out in explosive bursts. Staggered backward a bit as the energy hit him, Damien ignored Dez knowing the man was potentially as powerful as he himself was as a base unit. But then the girls power began to lift everything in the room, and that caused Damien to change.

Once more tapping into that full power he possessed, Damien's eyes began to grow a luminous lavender, all the while the air thrummed with power before he put a hand out and with the strength of he along all of his Spirits, he slammed the objects back down.

Instinctively he next reached out mentally, hoping to clamp on the girls power, shutting it down. While he had the knowledge to battle just about all skills, other than crafting, his best skill in battle was this. He had never met another as good at mentalism as himself. Hence when he sought to catch the girls mind in his snare, he would next seek to snake in to her power center and disable it for now.

It would be utterly painless, and she would likely never realize it was happening until it did.

"Vi! Control your power! You could kill yourself releasing so much energy! This sort of show would be acceptable of an angry Master! A new to using the Force kid will die!" Damien shouted, not angry but getting anxious. Damien had lived through the rise of the Jedi Order before the Republic became the Empire, he had seen the "Chosen Ones" as they used their power, and even those ultimate weapons of the Force did not exude such power until they had mastered the ever present energy.

"If you cannot even put the iron into the Furnace..." Damien cut off the statement, as it was kind of obvious where he was going. How could she hope to wield one of the strongest abilities if she was not able to wield one of the weakest.

[member="Vi Grir"]

 

[Vi Grir]

[member="Damien Daemon"]


As soon as the power escaped her, it dissipated. It wasn't continuous, but more like a thermal detonator going off, and then it was over. As Daemon quickly started to enter her mind, Vi had already panicked on her own, grabbing her head and falling to the ground. She clutched herself as she crouched, squeezing her head. She panicked because she could have hurt someone, she panicked because she may have just damaged everything she just recently gained; a teacher, a helper, credits, parts, a future. She didn't worry about herself.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry Mister Daemon! I can't help it! It's like you can't help but to breathe, or someone can't help but to blink! I have all of this power, it's too much for me! But either I use it, or it uses me! I... I don't know what to do anymore, I'm sorry, I'm not your problem, not something you should have to deal with! Those... stupid ships... they distracted me, they kept me calm... you shouldn't be forced to deal with my trouble, I'm sorry!"

 

[Matreya]

Damien sighed, rubbing the back of his neck thoughtfully as he listened to the young woman's inflamed speech. She had some oddities, and that made her eccentric, fun even. But it was dangerous should she attempt to create something, simply to literally explode every time. There would be times she was surrounded by combustive materials. What then?

"One moment." Damien muttered, then leaning over to the side, he conversed quietly with his clone. It took a moment, but then his clone nodded, departed, was gone for several minutes, and then returned with several new additions to the Forge area. Firstly the room was bolted down as it may, each item that wasnt built into the room, was locked down by a dozen plus. They werent moving again. Second, newer more durable containers with more potent construction were brought in, bolted down as well, then filled from the other containers.

Effectively he had the room Vi proof.

"I wont speak to you about how to control yourself, thats your burden to bear. Bear it." Damien stated calmly, "Do it again."


[member="Vi Grir"]

 

[Vi Grir]

[member="Damien Daemon"]


Vi scrunched her eyes and held her head as she breathed and tried to stay silent. This man who offers fered to help her so much didn't expect her to come with so much trouble or baggage. But his reaction was unexpected. Of course, he was upset, but he tolerated her. She took a deep breath and slowly stood up, releasing her head. She looked sad, hating herself for being so troublesome for the kind man. She looked over to the iron again, staring at it. She felt safe. She reached her hand out as she focused on the piece of iron, relaxing, before lifting it with the force and slowly willing it into the furnace. It shook a little, several times it seemed like it would fall or fly off and hit something, but it found its wwy into the furnace, and began to purify. Vi looked over at mister Daemon softly, with a blank face, then back at the iron. When it was finished, when it felt right, she pulled it back out. The aura of the force radiated around her like the bright light of the sun, if the sun was only a few feet away from Daemon. "Alright... I'm sorry, about all of that. It's done..."

 

[Matreya]

She was doing it. Damien realized that quickly. Which meant she might be sporadic for some time, likely not mastering her power for years to come, but could inevitably. Teaching her would be a worthy cause, "It seems you came to the full of your power, without unlocking it first. Its not unheard of to occur, but when it does, it always spells hard times. You will need to learn to harness your abilities, to concentrate harder than you ever have on what you want, or you might kill people." Damien stated.

Then he turned his gaze to the furnace, waiting for the iron to be ready for the next steps, "People like I, we had unfair advantages. I was a warrior, a bounty hunter by trade, long before i learned of my Force sensitivity. By that time i had a dozen methods to control myself; deep breathing, feeling the wind too discern temperature, a many different tactics. You will need to pick somethi g like this. Focus on it before you begin your process. Become still in your mind. Unwavering, immovable. No emotion. Just control."

[member="Vi Grir"]

 

[Vi Grir]

[member="Damien Daemon"]


Vi took a deep but unsteady breath, still holding it as she set the purified iron down on a metal surface nearby. "Well, that's why I'm trying to learn it. I have killed people; my first friend, their family, others. I ran away, teaching myself until they came after me, then I left farther away. When I left, I found something, where I found the other things, I found something else."

Vi became quiet, as if she lost herself, falling into a dream. But it didn't last very long. Staring at the iron, keeping her gaze, she spoke up. "Do you know the Sith? If I showed you this thing, do you think you would know what it is? It's mostly under the sand, and looks small, but it's huge. It's bigger than my ship." She turned and looked up to him, "I want to show it to you."

 

[Matreya]

Arched brow responses were galore currentlt, and now was no exception. The average being really knew nothing of the Sith, and those that did even then likely wouldnt know of their belongings at first glance. Who is this girl? Was the matching thought he caught drifting from his clone.

"Yes, i know of the Sith. And yes, i might be able to identify their things should i see some. What is it that you know of?" Damien glanced to his clone, "I think we are heading somewhere else. Care to join me?"

[member="Vi Grir"]

 

[Vi Grir]

[member="Damien Daemon"]


She looked up at him as if she was looking right through him. Wide eyed, mind focused on the massive object before she blinked a couple times and reached up to brush her eyes cutely, shaking her head. "Oh, um, I've read a lot of scriptures and holopads that kinda still worked," she then leaned up and stood on her toes to whisper to mister Daemon, "it's very big, and I can't move it. But the feeling of the Sith is all over it. It's... corrupting..." she pulled back, back to the soles of her feet as she stopped whispering. "It's a ship! Or some kind of ship... I know it! It can move, it has engines, I know it was meant to travel to different planets. I think it made guns... for an army... an army like, bigger than the old clone wars I once read about."

 

[Matreya]

[member="Vi Grir"]

Damien eyed the youth. What was she on about? He was confused... But he figured listening would likely have a better result than arguing. So he gestured behind him, toward the hall his back was presented, "Show me."

 

[Vi Grir]

[member="Damien Daemon"]


"Oh," Vi clamped up, a little startled by the sudden decision, "right now? In the middle of the training? I wanted to show it to you as thanks for training me.... if you promise to train me after I show it to you, then I'll even let you have it... But I don't think there's anyone else in this whole galaxy who will try and help me control my powers. I mean, I have to... I'll either hurt people, worse... or have to be locked up, away from people, and those are just the options to be alive. It gets very scary to have all this power inside me sometimes." Before she went on any longer, she blinked in realization, "Oh, right, the ship thing! I don't know the planet name, or how to read a map well. We will have to go to my old home planet and start from there. It isn't far, in fact it's my home and not far away."

She took a step back and reached her hand out. Vi was only about four foot, so she was very, very short, so her arm had to angle upward. It was a loose hand, not professional for the gesture she was offering. "This is how people agree to deals, right? They shake hands?"

 

[Matreya]

(XD thats frakkin adorable)

Damien nodded, "You have my word. You have already even been hired and everything. I dont know why i would back away from the main aspect of all of this." When she suggested beginning at her planet, Dez gestured dat Damien then moved to prep a ship, food and the like, for their journey.

"Just to clarify, what planet was your homeplanet?" Damien said then moved to follow his clone. The girl would get the idea- except then she moved out with her hand up high... She was making a deal. He grinned, shook her hand, then gestured for her to follow. Before long they were aboard the Raven Claw, and the pilot was asking where too.

"This is one of the fastest ships in existence so we will be there in the blink of an eye."

[member="Vi Grir"]