Er'in Tenel
W H I C H - W I T C H
Er'in looked at the kyber crystal sitting on the desk in front of her and frowned.
"Twist it to your will." He had said. "Break it."
How very... Metus. She rolled the crystal back and forth in the palm of her hand, feeling the natural force flows through the crystal and she understood if not how to do, at least the consequences of doing so. Blood tear blades.
But did she need to corrupt the Light? What, at it's core, did the Dark Side of the Force represent in that regard?
She could feel him watching, even though he hadn't said anything for a good half hour now. She hoped at least he wasn't bored.
To corrupt or to twist what exists is to command the Force - but to forge the Force anew is also to command it to your will, isn't it? She sat, letting the dark side flow past her - not seeking inspiration from it, for she found it very rarely gave that. If you command the Force, then the Force obeys. But you lost something of your ability to listen to it, it spoke to her now mostly of threat, of anger, of horrors. She was surprisingly comfortable with the visions, even if they brought her awake screaming. She... didn't know why. She should be running from this place.
Without asking she stood and walked over to another section of her laboratory - her domain within the Crystal Academy, and the better spire at that - her reward for taking point, just as Kat had taken her own domain. Outside, the rain poured.
The Crystal Forge - an ancient alchemical forge and crystal compressor, sat there silently. A flick of a finger brought it to life, a spark of lightning igniting it's dark power and a telekinetic pull releasing the raw lava into it's lower depths to bring it to temprature.
"We both know I'm not the sort to bend and twist the light." She said, speaking as she knelt before the forge, where a hundred Sith had doubtless knelt before. "But I am the sort to call the dark to show me the way."
Another telekinetic flick released the minerals - old, certainly, but it's not like they went off - if anything, age exposed to this environment would make them perfect.
She reached out with the Force, shutting out doubt and fear, letting in only passion. Focusing on the rapidly melting raw ore as it was slowly, slowly compressed down into an artificial matrix. Letting her will shape the blade into what she wanted it to be, an extension of her. The gift from her master was what she needed to find the way - the kyber crystal that still sat on her desk hung in her mind, showing her how the force might move through a crystal so as to focus a lightsaber beam.
The process would take days, somehow she expected he'd still be there when she was done. After all, the crystal had to be tested.
"Twist it to your will." He had said. "Break it."
How very... Metus. She rolled the crystal back and forth in the palm of her hand, feeling the natural force flows through the crystal and she understood if not how to do, at least the consequences of doing so. Blood tear blades.
But did she need to corrupt the Light? What, at it's core, did the Dark Side of the Force represent in that regard?
She could feel him watching, even though he hadn't said anything for a good half hour now. She hoped at least he wasn't bored.
To corrupt or to twist what exists is to command the Force - but to forge the Force anew is also to command it to your will, isn't it? She sat, letting the dark side flow past her - not seeking inspiration from it, for she found it very rarely gave that. If you command the Force, then the Force obeys. But you lost something of your ability to listen to it, it spoke to her now mostly of threat, of anger, of horrors. She was surprisingly comfortable with the visions, even if they brought her awake screaming. She... didn't know why. She should be running from this place.
Without asking she stood and walked over to another section of her laboratory - her domain within the Crystal Academy, and the better spire at that - her reward for taking point, just as Kat had taken her own domain. Outside, the rain poured.
The Crystal Forge - an ancient alchemical forge and crystal compressor, sat there silently. A flick of a finger brought it to life, a spark of lightning igniting it's dark power and a telekinetic pull releasing the raw lava into it's lower depths to bring it to temprature.
"We both know I'm not the sort to bend and twist the light." She said, speaking as she knelt before the forge, where a hundred Sith had doubtless knelt before. "But I am the sort to call the dark to show me the way."
Another telekinetic flick released the minerals - old, certainly, but it's not like they went off - if anything, age exposed to this environment would make them perfect.
She reached out with the Force, shutting out doubt and fear, letting in only passion. Focusing on the rapidly melting raw ore as it was slowly, slowly compressed down into an artificial matrix. Letting her will shape the blade into what she wanted it to be, an extension of her. The gift from her master was what she needed to find the way - the kyber crystal that still sat on her desk hung in her mind, showing her how the force might move through a crystal so as to focus a lightsaber beam.
The process would take days, somehow she expected he'd still be there when she was done. After all, the crystal had to be tested.
[member="Darth Metus"]
