Inside, We All Know, Only the Strong Survie (Invite)

[Avicus DuSang]

Deep within the Meditation Sphere, the Fleet Admiral had his eyes on the action. But his presence drifted throughout Concordia. His gaze rested on [member="Natasi Fortan"] and [member="Viktor DuSang"] in the Conference Room. Various monitors came to life in the lifeless bridge. He exhaled, and his breath seemed to creep through the very corridors. If he so wanted to, he could pull the ship out of dock himself.

The voice of [member="Pierce Fortan III"] broke the moment, causing Avicus to open his yellow eyes. Apparently being the Grand Moff's cousin gave him the freedom to ask the same annoying question repeatedly. To those who weren't prone to the touch of the Force, it's powers were mysterious and terrifying. To those who were doomed to a life of mediocrity, Force Users were viewed with a varying mixture of animosity and fascination.

Avicus had gone centuries dealing with this knowledge. He had grown accustomed to it. What was it to him, really? In time, they would be dust. Their legacy a fleeting few sentences in the analog of history. He was a constant. He was eternal. He was a God of Hedonism. He was a God of Death.

How could they begin to comprehend the wisdom he had acquired?

"Nothing that hasn't already been previously discussed, Lieutenant." His will extended out to the Grand Moff's cousin and [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"]. Everything began to shut down within their minds. All of the white noise drowning out. There was only their ability. There was only the mission. There was only the devotion to the First Order and it's success. An eager grin spread upon his lips.

Go.

 

[Roderik von Brinkerhoff]

Roderik was taken in by a singular notion - a seemingly unified thought process consisting of piloting his starfighter with all its nuance and complexities - and nothing else.

Stripping away all extraneous thoughts and concerns allowed for instantaneous decision-making potential, with extreme precision. As opposed to the regular 'deliberate randomness' involved in throttle work, Roderik was able to calculate in his mind on a whim, the level to which he could edge forward his throttle to keep from overloading the flight controls and resulting in as smooth a transition between power settings as possible, increasing his acceleration potential by a good five percent.

His actions seemed to start a nano-second before the command of go was heard from [member="Avicus DuSang"] - but not over the comm-net. Without a word, Roderik's TIE Fighter screamed forward from the equal starting position with [member="Pierce Fortan III"]. With precision equally that of his throttle control, Roderik was almost able to see the angles at which he should curve his trajectory in order to maintain the highest balance between speed, maneuverability, and safety from collision with any number of tumbling asteroids in the vincinity of the race course.