Jannik Morlandt
convergence
The transit had been spent much the same as the dark-skinned Valkyri, but such immersion was old hat, be it reaching the minds, or in the ebbs and flows of the past, future, and the Force; regardless of which bleeding edge of that all-encompassing metaphysical thing the soul of Hákon attended to at the innumerable standposts of time that marked the eons of his existence, the sands ever shifted, parting at his reach. The futures were many, the edge of reality a mirage, an eternal fact. These held an anchor in his mind, unending.
If it had been years since he walked amongst the Jedi, until recent, it had been longer since he set foot on the field of war in the physical sense, for though his particular ilk were few in number and not often given to being in the midst of this unsavoury facet of existence, other knowledge lent him to being of use. The beating heart of the Sith itself they sought to grasp, his long watch intertwined with this; as ever, as always, should she appear, the dark side of his flesh... pellets of the storm whipped at what flesh of his own was exposed, as they made egress from the dropship, to become the eye of the light in the darkness that whirled about them, pressed into them - a thing nothing short of familiar, with no less sting for that. The appearance of a shield pulled visceral thankfulness to his expression, erasing the temptation he held to spend power on it himself, the dregs of focus taken by the onslaught rejoined to the brunt of it all.
For his part in the meld, the boost in power, reach, and effect a default, his presence afforded a mental protection only paralleled by those impervious to intrusion by nature, and the benefit of a seer's skill: exacting clarity on the immediate future. Second to second, minute to minute. He breathed out, long and slow, power unfolding in the midst of chaos.
"Fear not what you cannot control, lad," he directed at the young padawan in their retinue, "have faith in your training," he nudged the boy with the spirit of valor, "trust your instincts."
Far from empty words, the effects of the meld meant to boost these very things. At that age, he himself had been afraid of the visions.
If it had been years since he walked amongst the Jedi, until recent, it had been longer since he set foot on the field of war in the physical sense, for though his particular ilk were few in number and not often given to being in the midst of this unsavoury facet of existence, other knowledge lent him to being of use. The beating heart of the Sith itself they sought to grasp, his long watch intertwined with this; as ever, as always, should she appear, the dark side of his flesh... pellets of the storm whipped at what flesh of his own was exposed, as they made egress from the dropship, to become the eye of the light in the darkness that whirled about them, pressed into them - a thing nothing short of familiar, with no less sting for that. The appearance of a shield pulled visceral thankfulness to his expression, erasing the temptation he held to spend power on it himself, the dregs of focus taken by the onslaught rejoined to the brunt of it all.
For his part in the meld, the boost in power, reach, and effect a default, his presence afforded a mental protection only paralleled by those impervious to intrusion by nature, and the benefit of a seer's skill: exacting clarity on the immediate future. Second to second, minute to minute. He breathed out, long and slow, power unfolding in the midst of chaos.
"Fear not what you cannot control, lad," he directed at the young padawan in their retinue, "have faith in your training," he nudged the boy with the spirit of valor, "trust your instincts."
Far from empty words, the effects of the meld meant to boost these very things. At that age, he himself had been afraid of the visions.
ALLIES | NJO | GA |
Asmundr Varobalder
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Leon Gallo
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Master Zoryu
BATTLMELD AFFECTING: ALL JEDI STRIKE TEAMS
ENEMIES | TSE | THE DARKSIDE
BATTLMELD AFFECTING: ALL JEDI STRIKE TEAMS
ENEMIES | TSE | THE DARKSIDE