Learning to Fly [Raziel]

[Krytu]

Minë Krytu thought to himself. The number one in his native tongue. Thinking himself clever by using his mother tongue he grinned ever so slightly. The language he was raised on was nit known to nearly anyone. He would never figure it out. But before he thought about it, he reached down for the tube that injected purer oxygen into his lungs. If he didn't do it, he would have troubles later. The oxygen was necessary to help digest food.​

 

[Raziel]

"Minë" Raziel repeated immediately. "You internally vocalised the number, but even invoking the word of a number will come with understan...ah the number one. Very clever," Raziel continued. A small throwing blade that had been hidden out of site was in the palm of his hand. A moment later it danced between his open fingers like a silvery fish in the ocean.

"The powers granted by the Force are varied, but everyone starts with a basic understanding of telekinesis and learning to sense the world around them through the Force."

 

[Krytu]

The Kokku's eye's narrowed when the throwing blade appeared. He focused on it without taking his perceived eyesight off of the man himself. He had spoken his native tongue, but, with a chuckle out loud, he realized the fact that he almost completely butchered the pronunciation. Almost. "For an outsider, you spoke my language fairly well. Congratulations for that. This telekinesis, though. How does it work?" The blue glow of his eyes continued tracking the blade as it twirled, still keeping most of his attention on the face of this other being. But at this point. His excitement was barely containable.​

 

[Raziel]

Raziel noticed one of the serving droids meandering by. The blade was gone as quickly as it was produced. "The Force binds everything, it can reach everything," Raziel explained. There was no point going into the various exceptions now. "Those with the ability can manifest their will as an effect on the material universe. First you need to be able to expand your senses to reach out and touch something, before you can manipulate it."

 

[Krytu]

A long exhale. Krytu didn't understand. It frustrated him. Telekinesis. Mind reading. What other powers could there be? "I don't understand...is it possible to teach me these things? Do I have enough power to obtain the abilities you do?" With the blade away, he focused all of his attention back onto the man's face. His mouth was closed tight. Nervous. Anxious. He wanted this power.

 

[Raziel]

"Of course," Raziel replied. "And I could show you how myself, I am in the market for people of your skill. Of course, that means you will need to come and work for me."

 

[Krytu]

The word work piqued the Kokku's interest. "My friend, the term work can have many hidden meanings. If I am to 'work' for you as you say. I will need to know all things involved. Top to bottom. I want to understand the fine print." Many a time, Krytu had troubles with not making sure he knew everything before starting something. A habit he wanted not to keep.​

 

[Raziel]

"Very shrewd of you," Raziel replied with a half-smile. He waved his hand casually, "if it helps there's only a two month resignation notice...Alright the details. I need trained killers and infiltrators. It's difficult, messy work that will push you to the edge of your limits, so they will constantly have to be redefined. You'll have little contact with the outside world for weeks at a time, but given your unique appearance you won't be going undercover for months at a time. We'll train you, arm you and..." Raziel fished out a piece of paper, writing down a number and folding the paper in two. He slid it across the table to Krytu. The number was probably larger than Krytu's worth, but he was having great difficulty training more Dark Jedi assassins and was willing to shell out.