Teach a man to Fish, he eats well. Teach Fish to hate, and he may yet conquer.

[Olom Grihk]

[member="Nomad Crimson"]


Olom smiled weakly, teeth looking rather needle like as he saw the gears turning in the nautolan's brain. "Right. The force order in question was from back then. During the reign of the galactic empire, many force orders were abolished or exterminated by Sith. Mostly due to fear of competition, I would suppose," he said almost gruffly with his usual dry delivery. "Prior to the Clone Wars, even the Jedi were of a more tolerant bent than you see today. Many Force orders flourished in a galaxy that allowed people to live their own lives. Liberty, Tyranny, both hide behind edicts of the force, allowing the Light and Dark sides to be expendable in their grandiose shifts in regimes...." he mused out loud as he went into the tunnel gesturing for the man to crawl behind him.


The Tunnel was smooth, if a bit short--barely five feet high after a few yards in. Olom's claws clicked against the stone. They were going down. Hopefully to a larger chamber. He continued to plod down, his voice seemingly calm and placid as the younger man followed him. "Regardless of history, right and wrong are best viewed not through philosophy, but through results. At least, that's how I choose to live," he said, the force pushing his confidence throughout the echo of the tunnels. He smirked as he briefly caught vision of a bit of heat in the darkness. Good. What was the point of finding things without a touch of struggle?

 

[Noamd]

[member="Olom Grihk"]

The Nautolan followed the other. '​Regardless of history, right an wrong are best viewed not through philosophy but through results' kept running through his mind, it wasn't making much sense to him. "I'm not sure I understand. You're saying the results of history are more important than why it happened?" Nomad couldn't quite get his head around it. He repeated the line over and over in his mind.

He looked back glancing behind him in case someone followed them, he thought he might have saw movement but he wasn't sure. "I think we're being followed." He informed Olom.

 

[Olom Grihk]

The chuckle from Olom was almost like the sound of gravel cracking as he heard the young pilot muse over the rather impious statements on morality and history. He shrugged rather nonchalantly as he considered the question. "I suppose that is a part of it. You see, I'm of the opinion that actions should be observed for their consequences. Intentions aren't enough to effect change--one must be able to appraise the situation, and bring a desired effect about. Agency is at the core of philosophy--to free oneself, you must know what restrains you...." he said drolly as he watched Romeo grow worried.



He focused, thanking the Dark Side that his eyes could see in a wide variety of spectra. He nodded. "Lead in front for a moment. We are being followed, and I am more heavily armed than you...." he said, no altruism or politeness coming from his voice, just a cold, stern, almost soldierly matter-of-factness. He nodded and tapped his staff twice on the ground, snaking around the young Nautolan. "Advance slowly. Stop when we reach the door."



[member="Nomad Crimson"]

 

[Noamd]

[member="Olom Grihk"]

Nomad's thoughts clicked into action, now it made sense. Nomad would almost agree however he stayed his tongue "Right, that does make sense."

His heart sank to his stomach, he was hoping that wasn't the case, however he pressed on. Nomad let the Columi pass him, there was no point arguing against the truth. Once Nomad was in the lead he walked slowly, waiting a few seconds each heavy step, almost imagining sound.

Nomad eventually reached a larger corridor, he could stand up straight, however he remained crouching, using his hands to navigate the dark tunnels. A little further down he almost walked into a durasteel door. "Found it." Nomad said awkwardly.

 

[Olom Grihk]

[member="Nomad Crimson"]



Olom nodded gently, leaning slightly on his staff as two figures advanced. They were the large types, obviously hired muscle. In the dim lighting, his assistant would have a difficulty even telling their species. Although, in this situation, Olom didn't exactly care. They could have been hyper-intelligent fungi, they were still an obstacle that needed to be dealt with. However, as convenient and handy as just killing the two of them would be, such barbaric waste of life was a nuisance to Olom, and would Likely alarm Nomad. Both troublesome. He smiled weakly, his teeth glinting like small needles in the dim light. "I will say this once," he said calmly. "You don't want a confrontation here."



One man drew a blaster. The other let out a laugh. "You think you're gonna stop us? You and what army, short stuff?"



The practitioner of Dun Moch sneered slowly. "You two really think it's wise to engage two unknown assailants in a cave? I am a Columi and a wielder of the Force," he said, pushing fear, his own fear of loss and fear of death, into their minds. "I have a lightsaber. Have you seen what it can do to a man? It cauterizes. Re-attachment of the limbs lost is nearly impossible. Are you certain...genuinely certain..." he said, his eyes darkening with red malice, "...that it would be wise to fight me?" He focused on his energy in the force, levitating a few stones above his hand, letting them spin in circles slowly, showing a small amount of energy. "I can't promise if you fire, that you'll both survive. I can promise, however, that you. Won't. Win."


The last word seemed to echo, as if spurring to the two men to make a choice, to either fight or flee, with their lives the obvious stakes in this game. He had told Nomad to stay behind him, and he meant it. It was the easiest way to keep the pupil safe. "Stay by the door," he said calmly. "I can keep us safe. Remain calm."

 

[Noamd]

[member="Olom Grihk"]

Nomad watched in awe. He could only levitate small stones with concentration. Nomad could barely keep his mind in one piece. When the last word echoed he couldn't comprehend when had happened. He had never seen or heard anything like it, a shiver ran through his body, and he wasn't the target. He could only Imagen how the two figures felt.


"Wha-what was that?" he asked. Nomad was still crouching, he had his side pressed against the wall.

He started reaching out, trying to to find an access panel. If he could open the door many a little light would be shed on the matter.

 

[Olom Grihk]

[member="Nomad Crimson"]


Olom stifled his rage, slowly focusing. The power of anger was strong, but not easy to control. His hatred at this annoyance....this interruption....could not turn to bloodshed. It would be too much, too fast for this budding user of the dark side. The men considered his words. They began to retreat, one of them muttering about getting more men.


He focused. Every instinct told him to kill the men now so they would be a problem. He couldn't, though. Not yet. The Proper application of violence will lead itself to conquest, he thought to himself grimly as he let them retreat, focusing his remaining anger into slamming the pebbles against each other and crushing them into fragments, then letting them drop.


He leaned on his staff, breathing heavily. He hadn't had to focus like that for a long time. He'd only been shaken up from his meditation when his pupil had asked him what had happened. "Sorry, I guess I'm just out of practice. That was Dun Moch, a force technique. It utilizes words to focus and enhance emotions in others. It's not unlike the Jedi's Mind Trick, but it appeals to instinct rather than clear symbolic logic," he said, noting the comparison. "By focusing the force and choosing my words to the intent, I can convince others to change their course. In this case, I scared them from fighting us. Thankfully, I didn't have to harm others to do it," he said dryly.


He looked at the door. "Keep hunting for the access panel. Normally there would be a controlling circuit somewhere. It's often ancillary to the direction the door would move...." he said out loud. It was important to let the young man have some accomplishments. After all, if Olom did everything, it wouldn't be a shared effort.

 

[Noamd]

[member="Olom Grihk"]

Nomad flinched, as the pebbles smashed into pieces. He could only hear it, however it was still scary. He finally stood up, nodding as he was told about the force technique. He finally stood up, his hand sliding along the edge of the the door frame, his palm finally slid along a control panel. Running his hand along the buttons a few more times trying to figure out what did what. Suddenly a light flashed from the panel.

Nomad was blinded for a few moments. Once his eyes had adjusted he started analysing the panel. He couldn't make out any of the letter so the looked under the panel. Reaching out with the force he attempted pulled the druasteel shell off. Not working he started examining the shell. From what he could tell the steel has rusted. Which was good, made things easy.

Nomad reached out through the force again, this time concentrating. He pulled the steel, except on a rusted clump. The shell gave way Thanks Oka He thought to himself. "Um, could you possibility switch on your lightsaber? I need to see." said, he could've used a torch or something, however it didn't reach Nomad's thought train in time.

 

[Olom Grihk]

[member="Nomad Crimson"]


Olom slowly turned towards the younger Nautolan. Hmm, it was damaged--the door, not the man. And the man seemed nervous from the confrontation. He did his best to sound reassuring. "Sorry for the display of power. Many Jedi call my method form zero--the art of convincing people not to fight as opposed to fighting," he said with a nod.


He watched Nomad disable the panel and stare at it. He realized the issue--Nautolans didn't see in the same spectra as a Columi. The dark was too much for him. He nodded slowly. "Very well, give me a moment to activate it...." he said softly as he pulled the seeming wooden top of his staff out, turning it upside down before activating the beam, a dull, low red. He wondered if Nomad had been taught about the colors of blades, what the represented.


He would wait for his prospective pupil's response. There was no easy answer, not on a path such as this, or a time such as this. The dull red glow hummed and lit up the chamber gently. "Is that enough light for you? My eyes are fairly different from yours, so let me know if we need more light."

 

[Noamd]

[member="Olom Grihk"]

The dark red glow was enough for Nomad to see. Oka never told him the colour red was evil, however he was having second thoughts on that information. The Columi didn't seem evil.

With the light he looked closer at the wires, some were faulty. Nomad tried to work as fast as he could, first he sorted the wires, shifting the faulty wires to one end and the working to the other.
Three of the working wires had a very dark tints, one had a pinkish tint, and the last two working had a medium red tint. Nomad went to study the faulty, two were dark, three were pinkish and one was medium red.

He deemed the medium red the panel wires, as there went many and the panel wasn't exactly prime condition. Then with some thought he deemed the pinkish the door lock, and the dark red the door it's self.

Working carefully he reconnected the dark red wires with his datapad tinkering tools. After roughly thirty minutes the door slid open.

"Thanks." Nomad said, shivering a little from managing to open the door.