Lessons and actions

[Coren Starchaser]

He needed to expand his bag of tricks. That was one thing Coren needed to do. Flying sims with Jared was one thing, but his son was a pilot through and through. Warbird Wing was able to separate itself from the jack-of-all-trades jobs of its inception. When they were running from Warlord to Warlord before he was mind-wiped, he had learned the finer arts of sniping, on top of his skill with a TIE fighter, freighter and as a salvager and quartermaster.

Now he wanted to extend his martial range. That was something he needed to do. If he was getting into certain places that the Fringe seemed to be going, a blaster wasn't going to take it all. Neither was a ship, sometimes the threats were more powerful than that. And while the family holocron and datacrons were giving him a direction, he needed first hand training. Sure, Coren was getting up in age, nearing forty, but still, he could do it.

He had the lightsaber he carried as a pilot, but now? Now he wanted to work on something that would do its best to scare off an enemy before the fight erupted.

But first? Or maybe concurrently? The Force. He was going to learn to drain beings of their life again. Of their energy. And use that energy. That was why he contacted the one known as [member="Lord Daemos"]. Sure, a Sith, but it wasn't the first time Coren learned from a Sith.

Won't be the last.

Finding a training room, he made his way there, only his lightsaber and slugthrower on his person, no need for his Scout armor or sniper rifle, he hoped. Besides, he'd be training with wooden staffs, right?

 

[Matreya]

Damien yawned, stretched his arms behind his head, and leaned back a moment with closed eyes. Long scarlet robes draped over his limbs and body, the hood drawn down, with Kalligs Scorching saber attached to his belt, and a Betty Blaster held in his Gunbelt - the other two holsters surprisingly empty.

Checking the time, Damien supressed yet another yawn, then rose from his seat, walked from around the large ornate desk and left from the room. His eyes glowing Amber as the blood red robes, he drew up his hood. He had yet to get into the people knowing who he was around these parts.

It was not that he didn't trust his new allies, it was that he himself was not the most trust worthy. Whenever his dark side showed itself, people were left scarred and wounded. He also had yet to get the chance to truly meet any he liked around the places he ventured.

One he found wanted his attentions however. It would seem an apprentice had asked for his aide, likely in training; he pondered what types he would be teaching, he was adept in multiple styles of martial arts, a few light saber forms, and many different forms of mental attacks.

Passing through the doors of a training room, Damien leaned against the wall, eyeing the man before him. He had seen millions of faces in his long, long life, and this seemed none the different from a thousand others.

"How can I help you?"

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The Sith were a bit... different. Coren knew of the Krath and the Sith, and standard Dark Jedi. He identified with the last group. Let the ends justify the means. The Corellian wasn't the type to run around in Jedi robes. He was a spacer at heart, a man who made his living on the Rim and the edge of the Unknown. Behind a ship and on strange new worlds. He had black robes, sure, his first Master, another Sith Lord had gifted them to him along with his ship, the one that Kelly now flew.

He had a new ship, but when she was back, he was going to need to take his freighter. He knew there was someone out there that was keeping the rebels from finding where the Fringe were going, and he was going to need to chase them down. And that ship, the Tachyon Rising would be the way for him to do it.

But if he found the perpetrator on foot? That was where he was going to be lacking. He could shoot, shoot to kill, shoot to survive. But with the Force now? He was needing to get back into what he could do. The Starchaser knew he was a solid user of the Sense powers, but he wanted to reclaim something he used to know, the power of drain.

First, though, he wanted to learn to use the lightsaber properly. Someone coming at him with that? A scattergun is only so strong.

"I'm looking to expand my horizons, both martially and with the Force."

[member="Lord Daemos"]

 

[Matreya]

Damien let his right eye brow rise, "That's it? Hmm.." He murmured, crossing arms over his chest, eyeing the student a little more. With little to no reaction other wise, none would be able to discern his internal mood and mind set.

With a shrug, Damien slipped free of his scarlet robes, and stepped further into the room. Utilizing the Force, the Sith Knight sent his robes towards a nearby hook on the wall, choosing to keep his blaster and saber on his side. Glancing around the room, Damien took in the immediate surroundings.

"I know multiple Forms, both martial arts and saber play wise, as well as enough of the Force to be of use. What should we practice first? Maybe Soresu? It is always best to have a powerful defense." He said, drawing his blaster pistol...

He then threw it at the man, a grin spreading over his face, "Relax. I am not going to attempt murder. Just relieving some of the weight I bear. Now...shoot at me. The pistol only bears 3 shots, but shoot them swift, and at random points on my anatomy." Damien said.

Then, with a flourish he ignited his saber. The best skill with the weapon he had was Trakata, but he was adept with Soresu and Juyo, so he could show it off.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The amnesia was still hurting his martial ability. He knew what he wanted from this lesson, he wanted to come out knowing which direction was the way he was supposed to go to slow people down. He wasn’t a combatant, but if he could stop people from killing one another? Or stall a disaster just long enough for the heavy hitters to come in? Or survive an engagement to report back home? Then he was fine. That was what he needed.

“Of course that is it. I need to get myself on the path. Things have been… odd for the Force and I, since I came out of cryo.” And that was really the short of it. Seeing the pistol drawn, Coren did reach for the gun that was on his own hip, before he recognized it was being tossed at him.

Catching, he nodded at Lord Double Ds [member="Lord Daemos"]. “As you wish.” He let a dark grin crawl across his features as he reached out to his emotions, something that he couldn’t quite understand, but was second nature for him. Thinking very shortly before doing, he squeezed off three shots, one going to the saber-wielder’s left shoulder, right knee and lower abdomen.

 

[Matreya]

Whipping his saber around, he used the plasma to bounce the energy shot from his own pistol towards his shoulder, downward in an over hand strike. Next, carrying the momentum, he let the hilt of his weapon flip 270 degrees in his hand as he moved his arm outward. Catching the hilt reversed, he swept it sideways to bash away the shot at his abs, then another flip allowed him to catch the saber properly. This time he simply planted the saber downward, blocking the energy that neared his knee.

"Do you see? Examine the trajectory, calculate which will hurt first then where. Imagine it's a club, your saber I mean, and then bash the blows away." Damien called, then deactivating his saber, he reached into his Gunbelt and drew forth an ammo pack. Calling to the force, he yanked his weapon from the mans hand.

He didn't want his weapon gone from him to long. Taking the empty ammo cartridge out of the gun, he replaced it, then reholstered the weapon.

"I won't do the same to you until I think you have learned it well enough. This pistol brand is overcharged and can kill with ease." Damien said, then pretended to draw a gun from his pocket, but in reality it was his hand in the shape of one, "Use the staff there leaning against the wall, practice some motions."

Then he pretended to shoot at the mans chest.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Coren Starchaser knew how to fire a gun. It was what he trained with while he was running from the inquisitions with his father. Moving with a lightsaber wasn't foreign to Coren, though he didn't use one himself, not for many years. And even before, his skills with the blade were not all that strong. But he needed to up the ability he had here if he was going to be of any use to the Fringe Federation. Yes, he'd seen the call about the Obsidian Order, but he wasn't sure on his thoughts regarding the Abrion Corporations still.

As [member="Lord Daemos"] started speaking, the Corellian pilot nodded. Move and knock the blasts away, hit them, not just to glance, but to move them away. Feeling the weapon pulled from his hand, Coren released it. Like most Starchasers, he suffered from a huge hit in the Force, and knew that his power was in the Sense side of the Force. He could lead a target with a sniper rifle, he could find equipment where it was hidden, and he could pull the life force from a being.

That was where he was in the Force, he knew what he was capable of, at one time, and was trying to build back to that.

One thing he could do was realize that it was a fake draw. Seeing the staffs that were indicated, Coren nodded. Moving without projectiles was something he'd not done... in a very long time. Picking up the staff, he turned to face his teacher, and took a step to the side and moved the staff in front of the proposed shot.

 

[Matreya]

"Good." Damien nodded, "But honestly, I would expect more. You want to learn, then give it your all. Even if it is fake, move like your life depends on it." Damien murmured, his eyes like steel.

Pointing his 'gun', he 'fired' at first the chest once more, then the left kneecap, followed by his shoulder, then back to the chest.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Fall into the training. Coren could do that. Lately the Force was evening starting to feel stronger. Was the crisis in the galaxy that was making it falter over? He wasn't sure... Corellia was still in pieces. Move like his life depended on it. Coren closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and reaching out to sense where [member="Lord Daemos"] was placing his focus. Reaching out to the Force, Coren was doing what he did, or reportedly, did best. Sense the world.

Sense the others.

And then respond. Not react, there wasn't a huge bit of Force-reflex, more situational awareness, and most likely more Force induced reflexes than he would care to admit. His father did teach him a lot of survival techniques, and how to work with and without the Force in a starship.

Moving swiftly, swinging the staff in front of his chest, the Corellian took a step forward with his right, before side stepping the second blast, and another step forward, with a swing to deflect and bounce the shot to his shoulder wide and to the right. Finally, a third step and a swing to send the final bolt to the Sith's feet.

 

[Matreya]

Damien grinned, "Now your getting some where. We will continue with that later, we can use droids and training darts to try. But for now, Force Drain.

"What do you know of it?"

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Everyone liked a compliment. Coren nodded and smiled. He was feeling a bit more open with the Force, like it was starting to come back to him. The ebbs and flows. He nodded when he was told they'd come back to it. “Maybe I can get a saber in my hands for that.” Possibly. At least be able to block shots when people got too close.

“Done the research on it, when I came out of cryo, there was a memory wipe. Apparently it was something I used a lot, slow people down. Pull their energy from them, get the energy for myself. Can drain the life from an enemy, if used correctly.”

[member="Lord Daemos"]

 

[Matreya]

"Well, basically that's it. Using the power one possesses, they can reach, work rather, their ways into the energy reserves that another holds, and leech off of it. I want you to attempt to do so. It won't come easily, as it is difficult. But work on it, and take something from me. If you can't." Damien said, spreading his arms wide, utterly indefensible.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The power everyone possessed, that was what the Force was about. The Light-Siders were a bit cranky when it came to taking over the Force from another, but for Coren? That was just how it happened. The more he fought, the harder he fought, the more energy he had, mostly because he was an energy sink and would pull it from opponents, the ones he could.

He nodded at [member="Lord Daemos"] 's order. Closing his eyes and reaching out to the Force, slowly, and feeling like it was a pinhole in a bottle, he was trying to pull on the Force and pull it to him. When he was feeling he was draining the Force into himself, he reached out for the Sith, trying to pull on him, but not physically... metaphysically, pull the aura.

 

[Matreya]

Damien felt a light tug on his reserves, but it was so minor, it was hardly effective. Nodding, Damien smiled again, "Yes. Like that. Only when your working your way in, just try to spread the entryway. It's like a vacuum. The larger the point of suction the more energy can be pulled through.

"Try it again, while forcing a larger opening. Don't worry, I see you can do it, and I won't be defending."

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Coren was a frakking adult. He worked with the Force before. It felt like he could remember it, but it felt like remembering a dream after a night of drinking, from two years ago. That bad. But still, he knew this was what he could do, what he learned to do. And as a Starchaser, there was the quirk of being able to focus on really only one skill set. Historically, the family never made it into the main line of Jedi, sometimes sentinels, if they could sell their other skills.

Spreading his way into the opening. Right, because that made so much sense here... Could we call phrasing? Were we still doing that?

Okay, Archer.

Nodding, he was going to try again. Not focusing on the pull, but focusing on widening the entryway. He took a deep breath, reaching out to [member="Lord Daemos"] in the Force. Making contact with the other's aura, instead of pull back, he wanted to spread the connection, reach around the Sith. And then pull, slow and steady.

 

[Matreya]

Damien felt a much more potent tug on his reserves, and instantly felt his heart race, his breathing begin to accelarate, plus several other signs that his ally was doing it properly. But Damien had his Tera Vampir essence, and thus was very adept at controlling the same ability, so clamped down on his reserves, closing the entry to a pinhole once more - he couldnt stop the youth fully, as he wasnt attempting to control the man or his movements.

"Very good. Now, I have already taught you the basics of a few things, anything else you request specifically? Or should I move on to something of my choosing?"

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

So, he was getting the hang of it. That was good. It was even better that someone else noticed he was getting the hang of it. He seemed to be taking a backseat role away from being behind the controls of a fighter, flying larger patrol ships and supply ships to back up Warbird Wing operations. Meant he was going to be more on the Retrieval Teams, and that was not a bad gig for him. Warbird was in good hands, and if he could do more helping others? And stopping the enemies from finishing them off? That was find for him. Fringe Federation meant that more people could survive the darkness within the galaxy.

He wasn't sure if he was sensing the being before him right, but it definitely wasn't human. He could feel himself pushed away. “Unless you're adept at healing me create shields to prevent the same abilities being used on me, and to keep me in the fight longer, I'm open for suggestions.” Energy control was how wars were won, though.

[member="Lord Daemos"]

 

[Matreya]

Damien shrugged, "As far as I am aware, there is nothing save your own defensive style of Force Drain that can counter such an ability. I have never had it used against me in battle as well however, save for minor cases. So to counter I simply drain from them as they do so from me; it is a long attempt, but eventually someone gives in.

"Just hope it isnt you that gives in first. But towards creating shields, attept to do so with telekinesis. Just envision a sort of shape, take control of the air through the Force and bend it to your will. Again, this works in the physical aspect, but not very potent against the energy based. It wll work if you give yourself enough training in it though.

"And through my own teachings, self teaching i mean of course, I learned to use the Dark Side to heal myself, would you care to learn?"

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

So, chase a drain with a drain of his own. Energy sink versus energy sink. He could manage that. It was like pulling shields, or energy from one battery to another. That would probably be the most accurate visual this writer would make for a while now. “So, drain harder?” Coren smirked and laughed before he nodded. “Makes sense.”

[member="Lord Daemos"] was making sense with the idea of shields. Coren could visualize that well enough. Running a hand through his hair, the former Imperial mentally made a note of self teaching some visualization exercises. “Could maybe do that on the energy level, block intrusive Force use...”

Or something.

“Healing with the dark side? Never heard that trick before.” He took a breath, using the Force was draining for the former pilot. “I'd enjoy seeing how it worked, see if I can mimic it, in time.”

 

[Matreya]

Damien nodded, drew his blaster, aimed at his left calf, moved minimally to the side, then shot off a round. The searing pain, accompanied by the scent roasting flesh, began instantly. In the fashion he fired the round, it would simply leave a massive gash down his leg, having scathed not went entirely through.

Drawing his robes away from the limb, he ripped the pant leg surrounding it, and held a hand towards the defect. Reaching out with the Force, his hand used as an anchor to guide, he gripped the molecules of the flesh, forcing them to replicate while simultaneously expand. It took a few moments - and quite a bit of ugly bleeding - before the new flesh had expanded to cover the wound. Muscle and sinew had renewed, and the skin looked unmarred.

Gesturing with the still extended limb, Damien smiled, "After enough training in the Art of the Small, or the very control of molecules, such comes easy to mind. Otherwise, you simply do as one might guess. You force the molecules to come back together, it seals off wounds, and creates a new layer of flesh. The downside as I have seen, is it isn't the greatest healing. It is a case by case healing. You might wish to turn to Bacta after you finish whatever situation you complete.

"Never attempt to just leave it as is. The wound will open back the way it was, worse after a time, under pressure." Damien finished and smiled again, "Care to give it a try? I would recommend something less dangerous if I were you however, given your rank and expertise in the matter."

[member="Coren Starchaser"]