TRAINING AREA
She was the Force and the Force was her. For hers was the power, the kingdom and the glory. Well, it was most assuredly not like that! Admittedly Siobhan had a...considerable ego, but not that much. However, the rush of power that rippled through was simply overwhelmning. In such moments when she gave herself fully to the Force, surrendering herself to harness its power and apply it to shape the world around her, bend the environment to her will, she felt indomitable. Almost like a goddess. Sometimes absolutely like a goddess. Like the battle goddess Valora had descended from the heavens, smiting all who stood against her.
Of course, even 'gods' fall at some point. Rather than being images of perfection, immaculate and beyond our understanding, all too often they have very human flaws. Hubris tends to be one of them. The hammer eventually falls upon those who have risen too highly, oftentimes clubbing them over the head when they least expect it. But for now she was here, in the embrace of the Force and she unleashed its power upon the sixth, ridiculously heavy rock. The power was such that it would probably feel like a physical presence, gradually enveloping the entire room as her force aura was ablaze.
[member="Valeria Aetani"] had entered the room, though Siobhan would not notice her, being in a state of full immersion with the Force and such solely focused upon the task before her as she poured her will into it. The Padawan would probably be able to sense that while the activity Siobhan was engaged in could be considered a Jedi one, that her presence in the Force was probably just the opposite. Her stance was meditative, controlled, but her aura was like that of a barely tamed predator, a nexu on the leash. Or a contained wildfire. All these were probably fitting analogies. In other words probably very different from the force-users she had encountered among the Levantines. Also a good deal less moral and virtuous since she was anything but a paragon of justice. She was probably exactly the sort of person they would not like in their corner of space - for understandable reasons.
Regardless the Force flowed through her and she directed it into the sixth rock, pure focus written upon her features. An uninitiated outsider might have had questioned her health given how erratic her heart was beating, how it was intensifying with every moment that passed, clearly audible. Her concentration upon the task was so intense that it had to be painful, head throbbing and aching painfully as headaches began. Doubtless once she had ceased her training and come down from her Force-induced high she would probably feel drained and tired out, but that was for later. For now, as she greedily lapped at the energies of the Force like a baby would at milk, she felt glorious. It flowed through her entire being, animating and exhilarating her, producing an invigorating experience all in all. So much power at her fingertips, all at her beck and call. For a moment it felt like she would lose herself inside it, so strong was the immersion, but it was power focused and at her command. She was the eye of the hurricane, even the anger she often felt did not rule her. So she told herself at least. Whether it could be considered the truth was obviously another question entirely.
Slowly, very slowly, but surely, the ridiculously heavy sixth rock - five tons, perhaps more - , was pulled off the ground and into the air. The five already on hold began to spin and shake, uncontrollably so, for that move was not deliberate. It seemed that they would finally plummet to the ground but just as the first was about to touch down she reached out with her mind and gripped it, a powerful telekinetic hand wrapped itself around it and enclosing into a fist. Abruptly her eyes opened and briefly there was a flash behind her bionic eye from the buried electronic photoreceptors so that it flared a bright crimson, the colour of blood, before resuming its normal human colour.
She took a very deep breath, her chest heaving strongly at the action. Out of the corner of eye she noticed a young girl had entered. Only now did she pick up on her presence, sensing her in the Force, but still she did not say anything, for her actual focus was locked upon the rocks levitating above her. She muttered something to herself, in heavily accented Eldarai. Assuming direct control. Yes, Siobhan still had a liking for cheesy one-liners she kept using over and over again. She would probably never really grow up. Then her eyes closed once more and it seemed the moment of distraction was gone for now at least.
Slowly the rocks stabilised as her power gripped them - rocks all in all several tons heavy. The concentration was becoming physically painful, but the Force blotted the sense of pain out, for now at least. There would probably be hell to pay later and all that, but that would still make it worth. Besides, Siobhan was an unrepentant masochist anyway, not like that sort of thing really bothered her that often!
With her mind she reached out and her power swept across the room, engulfing it much like a physical presence. She did not allow doubt to creep into her mind, for doubt was the little mind-killer. Well, Siobhan was probably unfamiliar with the Bene Gesserit and as such would not know that saying, but nonetheless. Her grip was like that of iron, unyielding, and she would not falter. She felt the power and welcomed it, craved it even. It probably said quite a bit for her immersion in the Force that she did not take time-out to make crude comments to Valeria!
Slowly the big rocks began to move in the air above her head. At first rather slowly, with Siobhan only moving one at a time, but then soon the speed intensified and they were spinning all around her. As she drew on her force to manipulate and twist the air currents, bending them to her will the coming of a wind could be felt, blossoming into a force whirlwind that engulfged the six rocks and not only kept them high in the air but moved them with increased speed. Her head felt like someone was beating it rather brutally, perhaps a Wookiee. Or Eyrecae Alzari. Well, maybe not that bad, but you get the point.
But pain was just weakness leaving the body. More than that, if properly harnessed it could be used for useful purposes and so she did not shield herself against it but drew upon it, directing it outward to focus upon the rocks. The spinning continued around and above her. Though her head hurt like hell she smiled thinly. Mistress Earthshaker lived up to her name. Outside great gatherings were taking place, Jedi from seemingly everywhere had shown up and important things were being discussed in the conferece room, where her...good friend Phylis Alince had come as welll. Siobhan had been...wanting to talk with her, for they got on so well!
However, at present, no such thought had purchase upon her mind. Her hands were curled into fists, so tight her knuckles turned white. Her nails were dug in so strongly that blood drawn from the palm of her organic hand, but she did not seem to notice that as she kept focusing, insistent upon keeping the six enormous rocks in the air for as long as possible.
