Leftovers aren't so bad...

[Darth Voracitos]

@[member="Lord Daemos"]


Alone. Voracitos was displeased with his League. It was slow going rallying his forces. He held an unexpectedly sparse number of Generals, and a pot shot of a fleet. Perhaps he wasn't the businessman he was cracked out to be in his youth, as how in the world did he sell to the pathetic if this was all he got in the name of his reputation? The ghost snarled as he rested.


For the past weeks now the spirit was degrading in his humanity. Endlessly awake searching for a foe you have to find the confidence in the capability of defeating, never eating... That was the toughest part. That was his curse to go along with his blessing of deathlessness, bereft of his most under appreciated of luxuries, and favorite pass time.


This is why the ghost put on the appearance of sleeping. He was attempting to dream, to once again experience life as he had enjoyed it. The food, the money, the women and other beautiful eye candies. All of it was gone to him. He could not dream of it now...


Suddenly the spirit roared in red rage, a crimson tide pulsating form his Obsidian Throne. Quietly it left in its wake the green haze that most often accompanied him. Slowly, the corpulent ghost descended to rest upon the Throne that never before in life had ever had the pleasure of setting down his grotesque rump. Everyday he sat here, feeling his corpse rot.


If he could find no pleasure in wallowing in nostalgia on his own... Perhaps he could find a degree of solace in a remnant of his past, that decided so nicely to return to him.


Settled with the idea he approved his second apprentice to visit his Heart within the folds of his Girth of Gluttony. He opened the one way singular entrance and exit that granted anyone in it a direct link to the center of the ghost ship...

 

[Matreya]

Clad in his Beskar'gam, so eloquently designed to look demonic, the Apprentice to the Ex Emperor walked briskly along the path that would lead him to the essence of his Master. It took but a moment, and then he was kneeling before the great throne.

Bowing his head, the only thing evident of the man beneath his hood was the glowing ember of his eyes, "My Master. It has been to long." He said calmly, and meant it. Though he was in no way nostalgic over his masters return, he did feel somewhat stronger in a sense.

If his Master was here, the true progression to his own Master-hood was on the move finally.

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[Darth Voracitos]

@[member="Lord Daemos"]

"Indeed it has been my apprentice. Before we begin, I'd like to know what you've been doing while I have neglected you my presence all this time?" The spirit asked the kneeling false demon. How straight forward he was, and prompt. What eagerness brought this xeno by his side once again? He did after all, wreak havoc upon this fellows mind. It did increase his mental capacity obviously, and gave him a taste of what he might do as well should he hone his skills completely. However, he sensed that perhaps, Voracitos had been only slightly over eager in his attempt to flash train the Anzat by exposing him to his own raw mental abilities, as it seemed the aliens mind was not entirely intact.

To be champion of ones mind, they must also conqueror their own flaws. It was a crucial lesson that had fallen so nicely into the Darth's lap, how unexpected. This was a lesson he himself had been taught, in his time being alive. He had been consumed by his own gluttony to the point where his own legs began to refuse his will to operate correctly under his growing immense weight. To combat this, Voracitos had to learn quickly how to bring his body to a heel through the dark side, and refuse its predilections to die due to his constant abuse. His mobile Throne was also a necessity in order to keep his concentration focused on the continuation of his unnaturally induced homeostasis. Diabetes was a nuisance, but even such menial ailments were "curable" through the dark side; however, many Sith he knew would consider such use of the darkside to be pushing it on the border of ridiculousness. He didn't care of course and still killed the weaker stupid lords who didn't deserve to live if they even thought about talking about him in such a way.

That was Voracitos' story however, not Damien's. For Damien, his solutions would be different, but ultimately his own. Voracitos had created a problem in this would be champion, and now he was going to force the issue for his apprentice to solve. Besides, what harm could come from increasing mental acuity?

Oh yeah, death might happen.

With a faceless expression, Voracitos observed his apprentice, all ears to the tales he might tell... though ultimately Voracitos would know them soon enough anyway.

 

[Matreya]

"I killed my demons." The sentence was simple, but spoke bounds of his trials. He knew his Master was going to assault him mentally, it was his thing. If he didnt, Daemos would think something wrong.

Where as abuse and pain led most to sickness and mental issues, Daemos had used the fear instilled in himself. Upon the vanishing of his Master, he had done a great deal to move in the proper directions of Torture by Chagrin as well as his natural born Alter Abilities. His defense against mentalism was a serious talent of his now. The Anzati had bred the possibility of marred flesh out of himself, by becoming the perfect physical warrior - thanks to his Czar Implants.

But most important, he had slain his family. The one weakness he could bring to light. Time to see if there were more.

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[Darth Voracitos]

@Lord Daemos

"How vague of you, that is okay, I shall hear their screams for myself..." The Dark Lord smiled, as his cattle prod of a mind poked at his apprentices mental defenses. He saw the neural network of resistance lighting up like fireworks across his mind, that was most certainly not present the last time they had met. It wasn't enough of course to keep him out, as who could rightly say the could deny the entry of their Master? It was only polite, and his relationship with Daemos was no different in principle.

Hmmm, so he has killed them. He thought as he stumbled upon that particular memory, enticing for his apprentice to live it again, though much softer than if he had no defenses. He saw for himself the augmentations his apprentice had under gone, and the bounds in mental proficiency he had accumulated by the demonstration of his basic understanding of Memory Walk.

He let up on the torture, but did not cease it. He was finished digesting his story since he had been away. He expected his apprentice to speak to him even as he may or may not suffer.

"I will admit, I am impressed. I am pleased that I had loosened your leash and allowed you to explore the galaxy on your own, without my presence to slave you around. But you must know now that age of freedom is now over, you are mine again... but in a different manor. You are but one piece of my Legacy, that shall be slave to one thing: the ambitions that I have set forth for all the members of the League; Conquest." He explained what he perceived as the position his apprentices played in this shamble of Sith.

"How does it feel to be part of me? How do you feel knowing your past is no made meaningless before me? Does it strengthen you? Do you become bitter at the thoughts I have devoured what you had claimed as your own?" He smacked his lips as if the memories he encountered in Daemos were truly being eaten.

 

[Matreya]

The mental assault was quite the same as he had remembered, strong and durable. It bore through his memories, licking at all of the delicacies that could be found. But unlike last time he knew what to expect, thus the only sign of discomfort was the occasional off beat soft gasp of air.

"My Master, a part of your arsenal I have always remained. Whether I one day become a master or not, you will always be the one I respect." Daemos said, "Also, my thoughts mean nothing. It is the course of action they are set upon that matters. So long as you leave those that i need, you will never hear a word from me.

"I have always felt we bear a connection Master, not one like those putrid Jedi whom befriend all, but a true connection. Thus when i accepted your will unto my own, the latter was all but eradicated.

"I may think, act, and speak on my own, but consider me your corporeal form until we manage to obtain you one. And then beyond that as well." Daemos finished his speech with a nod.

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[Darth Voracitos]

@[member="Lord Daemos"]

Voracitos smiled in satisfaction to the words and thoughts of his apprentice.

He would make an awesome weapon indeed in the grand scheme of things, a dangerous Warlord. With recent events, he had been formulating a game plan to how best send a message to the galaxy of his presence. If his statement was true, then he would make an intricate part to the plan as well. He relented his Torture Finally after being substantially satisfied for the moment. One had to breathe between bites once in a while after all.

Now to the business, no more talk about him. This was his pupil's time.

"I know that you are a well off mentalist my apprentice, your practition of alter abilities as an Anzat being almost on par of prodigal, but as to the exact specifications of your knowledge, what is all that you have specifically been predisposed to? I have an idea of what could be done to you, but I'm curious as to what you wish to learn in specifics."

 

[Matreya]

"I have always sought mentalism as my superior talent, as I am sure you saw, and by such means I seek to Master my natural talents, as well as learn to best another mans thoughts and very will by any means." Daemos said, "After that, anything I can find."

He had yearned to be the strongest mind the galaxy for as long as he could remember. It never weaned, it lasted for so long that it began to worsen in the more recent years. Driving him to become frustrated, angry at the lack of control he yet bore. Sure his talents were no meager nothing to shrug off, but still there were hundreds - probably thousands - better then himself. While outwardly he put off accepting such a thing, inward was where the true battle lay.

"How shall we begin training?"

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[Darth Voracitos]

@[member="Lord Daemos"]

"We will begin when you clarify your answer, what within the hypothetical category of Alter Abilities as described by Force Scholars, have you learned thus far? There are a grand variety of techniques within that category, and though you may have potential for most, you will not be superior to them all. For instance, Force Light is a power restricted from you, as you have not an ounce of light to use. Additionally, such rare forms such as the theoretical ability "Force Storm", an ability used by Emperor Palpatine hundreds of years ago, are also restricted from you. I have not personally encountered capable of this form, and though I have studied it, I have not dinged to try it.... and with your focus, I would not teach you it."

 

[Matreya]

"Nor would I have it taught. Per my Alter abilities, alongside my knowledge of energy and physics, I control things on a molecular level. Where as some use telekinesis, I create a draft of controlled wind that does the same thing by super speeding the air molecules. I create fire through the same feature but containing the process on a smaller condensed zone, electricity and magnetism are harder and far more draining but they have been done.

"By far my most draining ability, one learned bare days after your dissapearance," Daemos paused and removed a gauntlet. Staring at it with a determined gaze, he watched as it slowly diminished in size until it vanished into the crevices of his fingerprints and beyond, "Its called Dimension Shifting, through it I can hide nearly anything by shrinking it so hard it vanishes into a pocket dimension. But it is far to draining, being something I can only do once in a while.

"So, to turn a long story short, I wish to further my control over molecules I guess."

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[Darth Voracitos]

@[member="Lord Daemos"]

Had Voracitos had eyes, they would have widened considerably. Manipulation of the molecular structure of the physical universe? That was indeed an impressive ability to undertake, that again, Voracitos had studied, though didn't dabble in too much. That was the thing with Voracitos, he knew oodles and oodles of things about the force, but what he knew was often merely speculation. In the era before Velok stole all the Holocrons he had been formerly entrusted with as the Officially Redundant (or officially unneeded depending on how you looked at it) Pillar of Knowledge, there were many secret texts that passed his sight, and a lesson or two from many a holocron. He knew of every skill known to every force organization in history that had found themselves in the archives. They were vague knowledge's though, nothing concrete and almost never enough for him to divert his resources to its learning.

But such manipulation had been originated within the folded space of the Aing Tii worlds, and he understood the confusing principle behind the manipulation, but had not practiced it, or delved much time on it all. The abilities were interesting, but most often unpractical or unwieldy, and from what he could understand, more difficult to accomplish as an outsider, as well as outside of that region of space, given its unusual properties.

Such an ambition was... very... well, dangerous. Or perhaps ill advised. Though it had been a while, to Voracitos, it still seemed too short a time for his apprentice to attempt to be playing with physics at such a scale.

"Perhaps the reason why you are unable to do much more than small objects of insignificant worth or purpose, is because your ambition is too great. I know of the abilities you speak of and have at a time studied them. However, I have no practiced them. I cannot teach you further in that particular ability, that is a path you must learn on your own. But, I may be able to help you strengthen it. The utilization of Alter Environment is at its core, the utilization of objective energy inherent in all things. It can be used for a variety of things from the ability inclement whether patterns, or rapidly changing temperatures in a particular area. I can lead you through an exercise that would grant you a better understanding of the predisposition you have described to have been a "natural" ability for you." For a moment, the spirit rose from his Throne and began to scour the room, as if through a library. His undead finger rubbed around his chin as he searched around over invisible things. This was Voracitos searching through the cavity of his mind for an idea that would help him execute his education plan.

Finally made up he replied once more.

"I have set a course for Vandexa. Once there, I will deprive you of your weapons and armor, while above I shall influence the wild life into an organized hell for you to negate. I shall begin to instruct you upon how you might survive. Is that understood?" He glared into his apprentice.

 

[Matreya]

Daemos nodded, "Sounds wonderful my Master." Of course anything his Master requested would be attempted to the best of his ability, but this actually sounded interesting. The man bore a little knowledge in the means his teacher sought to teach, but in the same fashion Voracitos knew of molecular manipulation. Through ear, not personal means.

Looking to the spirit of the once great Emperor he paused, "How are we to obtain you a new form master? You cant expect to sustain yourself indefinitely in such a fashion."

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[Darth Voracitos]

[member="Lord Daemos"]

As Voracitos plotted the course and made the jump after alerting the rest of the flotilla of his short vacation, he listened to the words of his Apprentice. He was correct to believe a new body was in order, although technically his Holocron did that just fine. However, little did the fat git know, his Holocron was beginning to degrade gradually. Parts of his essence being slowly stretched in seven different directions. Nonetheless, the Ghost King was as arrogant as ever.

"I will do what I damn well please. If I decided to remain this way indefinitely I will, I do not fear Chaos, because my mass will take more than seven gates to swallow me!" The fat man laughed almost deliriously. As they awaited the long trip he casually assaulted his mind to increase his mental dexterity. When they arrived, he blew up his Apprentice's shuttle on the way down. It was time to test his true resolve on the beast infested jungle world.