Jorney to the Center

[Jaster Awaud]

In the center of his Warship in the Captain quarters, a large looming figure stood over a Nutrient Can that was very viably empty. His eyes filled with annoyance and like a parent speaking to a young child who was not listening to their elders. The old man bend down to look at the can. "Now listen, I know this whole Force User thing is new to us both, but work with me here, just let me lift you with the super cool mystical powers I got from the weird people in funeral clothing."

From the corner of the room a younger and smaller individual looked at Jaster with a smile. "That's not how it works father," He held a pebble in his hand and levitated it. "You have to feel the flow of it, it has nothing to do with the Can."

Jaster only gave a glazed look at the young man and then spoke up, "Tydus, I like to blame objects for my problems." He stood up and took a few steps back. "And if you make another joke about who is training who now, I still can beat you even without the magic powers I have."

Tydus Awaud, Jasters youngest child and adopted son that he rescued from death when the boy was only eight years of age. He along with Jasters other child were Force Sensitive, and both grew up to be well educated in understanding the Force. Tydus was a Grey Archeologist, following his fathers footsteps to find and uncover hidden and forgotten knowledge from before the Plague. Though no real well known artifacts were found, he was self taught in the ways of the force and became a Master of several types of Force Using. Jaster was proud of his son, but at the moment the damn can was being really annoying.

The old man concentrated, he was well aware of his new force abilities now. He could not only feel this new feeling, it was as if the void surrounding him, the space outside the ship, he knew it was alive. Well not alive in the sense of normal definition, but it was there, and he could sense its mass, density, even its molecular components. It was not until he opened his eyes, he saw he was lifting the stupid Can!

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Jaster by the end of the trip was now able to juggle a few Nutrient Cans with his hands tied behind his back. It as looking like whatever training he received by those beings on the spooky glowing planet must have been drilled into him. He was picking up the basics of the force quickly, it did not help that he was already a leading Non-Force Using Researcher into the Force. Spending long days in the trained room with other Mandalorian Warriors in constant adaptations of his new abilities. Clan Awaud relished to have a formidable opponent who was also a Force User now. Using practice blades and hand to hand combat, Jaster could feel the increase in power he was feeling.

Before he was a master in Mandalorian Hand to Hand Combat, Echani, and other forms of close combat. He was a navy man, spending most of his adult life on a Space Ship fighting off Boarders, and sending people to their death in the void of space. He was a cold and emotionless man, but he did carry hate with him. Hate for the Sith and even more anger towards the First Order.

In that moment he saw one of his Clansman rush towards him with a Durasteel Training Stick over his head. With a single hand he fed off that anger and used it to push the man away with a violent force. It was the sound of Armor crashing against the ships internal hull that snapped him out of it. The other stopped their assault and took a step back before bowing. Jaster stood straight and looked at his hand, "I guess there is still much I learn before revealing myself to the world."

The Clansmen bowed and Jaster returned the respect. Collecting their brother in arms, they left the room. In that instance Jaster could only continue to look at his hand, closing his eyes and envisioning the Force around him. He could feel the air become heavy, darkness like no other he saw while staring into the void was dancing around his form. Breathing in and centering his mind, he let go of his thoughts, power must be balanced. His thoughts were interrupted by a female voice. "I felt you get angry Father, is everything okay?"

Jaster smiled weakly, taking off his helmet and placing it on his Suit Stand. "I am old Rabbit," He thought back to the day he gave her that name, he could feel the light balance out again, "Seeing and Experiencing what I have, well to be honest I just carry too much to let go, but I am Mandalorian," He turned to face her with his old man smile he was now getting. "I will find a way to get through this and make the Force a tool to achieve our goals."

He broke down his armor to only the shoulder, chest and leg plating was left. Removing his helmet, and arm plates as well as his gauntlet and shoulder mounted rockets. She spoke to him as he did, "You know the Force is not a tool, right dad?" She paused as he did not respond, "The force is living breathing and surrounds us, if it were to be used, the it should be used to help others."

Jaster realized his daughter was getting the wrong idea about his words. Getting his Shoulder rocket off, he turned to her. "Shakk, you trained to be a Jedi Healer, Tydus was trained to be an explorer and archeologist," He walked up close and placed his large hands on her shoulder and looked at her, "Your old man is a business man and a soldier, both of which supply the people with their demands," He paused, "They demand freedom and protection from those of Tyranny and Dictatorship, as a Merchant, Soldier and mostly a Father, I have a responsibility to use all I am, and all I have in the pursuit of supply their demands," He brought her in for a Hug. "Its basic Economics Rabbit."

His daughter laughed as he was being held by her father, she leaned in closer and wrapped her arms around him as well. "Been a long time since I have seen you so willing to fight for someone other then the Clan."

He released her from his grip and held her at arms length. "Been a long time since I had the power to do something," He patted her on the shoulders with a thud. "So, have we arrived at the coordinates provided?"

Shakk nodded and began to lead her father to the bridge.