Iziz
Character
Objectives: Protect the Data
Location: In Front of the Data
Allies: Sith
Enemies: People going for the Data
Iziz found himself not too far away from the mainframe which Ferus said he would be protecting, though he doubted he would be a part of the crew which ran around placing explosives, he could be a part of a group which mounted a defense against the enemy... but the question was... how? The answers came quickly as he remembered that on route to the mainframe there was a rather wide corridor which would rather easily be able to be mounted as a defense against those who managed to get to the back-lines. There at least was one point that they would 'have' to walk through, and that was where Iziz would be, so taking off running Iziz began to focus and center himself in the force, beginning to feel the power coursing through his body, having recently meditated for a considerable duration the power came easy to the Jawa, but, he wanted something stronger, if they jedi had managed to sneak in this far, then, they had more than luck on their sides, and Iziz knew that while he was an average fighter, he was nothing compared to a master in the force... but, with some time and preparation, he could at least prepare a single bolt of lightning, that, if able would likely even the odds against even a seasoned fighter. It would merely take some time... Rushing to the point he needed to be at, he would take a seat, cross legged on the floor with his two light-sabers resting on his thighs as he began to breathe softly, focusing on the power running through his body as the electrical energy within him began to hum, the power only reflected in the Jawas' bio-luminescent eyes as he watched the hallway in front of him for any of the Jedi to appear.
And so, his mantra began:
'There is no passion, there is only hunger...'
Remembering that the power he drew from was not anger nor hate, not fear or greed or passion, but the desire to feed, a primal hunger which drove the Jawa to survive, an endless pit of power and determination which could not be quelled, unlike the flames of passion which could be quenched with moral and emotional epiphany, hunger would remain... hunger would always remain when all the emotions of the psychi broke away, the drive to survive was what powered even the smallest of beasts, be it primal hunger for flesh or cravings of the flesh and even the hungers of the mind.
'Through hunger, I Suffer...'
Suffering was an inescapable facet of life, suffering was the trials which judged life, made them struggle, forced them to adapt, kill, and devour. It was something that could not be escaped, so, attempting to live a life of peace void of suffering, be it cravings of the flesh, which would eventually be unable to be fulfilled, the suffering of ignorance and the inability to know and the pain of learning and the stresses of life. This line encapsulated this fact... but, Iziz knew, that there was a reason for this absolute truth... for
'Through Suffering, I am Tempered...'
The trial by fire, suffering was both the flame which heated the steel, and the hammer which abolished the slag, over time creating a blade without flaws, Iziz needed to learn from his mistakes, he had to learn to position himself in combat, least he be prone to injury, he needed to learn which fights were best fought head on, and which were best to employ stealth... Through hardship and suffering Iziz developed as a sith, as did all beings, and whose who could not, like the slag-ridden blade, would snap upon their trials...
'Through Tempering, I gain Power...'
The benefit of the cycle, the goal, the measure of success was that of gaining strength and prestige. Living up to the greatest of one's potential was the apex goal of most Sith, though very few could ever reach high heights, the goal was considered noble, many would crash on the rocks attempting to climb to the peaks of greatness, and Iziz had his sights set on the top, power, was the objective measure for growth... and the Jawa, of all things, wanted to be known and respected... power was his tool for that eventuality... But
'Through Power, my Hunger grows...'
The limitless cycle, power begets hunger, and hunger begets power, there is no point a living entity ceases to suffer until he is no longer alive, growth was eternal, and only when one ceased to grow did they ever truly expire. It was the harsh truth of the world around them, but, sacrifices needed to be made for noble pursuits.
'I will Survive.'
While many fought for greatness, it was this which divided Iziz from many of the Sith, while his hunger for respect was paramount, his path began with a single will, and a single drive... to live. Power was but a catalyst to life, and hunger was but its most primal symptom... And as other Assassins and Sith and droids moved past the Jawa which sat in the middle of the wide corridor, he continued to repeat the mantra as the electricity still continued to well up within him until Iziz's eyes began to flare like miniature suns as the Jawa was empowered by the force, the meditative state allowing the Jawa to levitate little more than an unnoticeable inch of the ground, as Ferus himself was no more than a few dozen meters behind him, though, the power he was struggling to hold onto was strong, and the Jawa was finding it hard to control it... he had to... eventually he knew that someone would enter this area... but he only hoped that the silver blade of his vision was not among them...
[member="Darth Ferus"]
Location: In Front of the Data
Allies: Sith
Enemies: People going for the Data
Iziz found himself not too far away from the mainframe which Ferus said he would be protecting, though he doubted he would be a part of the crew which ran around placing explosives, he could be a part of a group which mounted a defense against the enemy... but the question was... how? The answers came quickly as he remembered that on route to the mainframe there was a rather wide corridor which would rather easily be able to be mounted as a defense against those who managed to get to the back-lines. There at least was one point that they would 'have' to walk through, and that was where Iziz would be, so taking off running Iziz began to focus and center himself in the force, beginning to feel the power coursing through his body, having recently meditated for a considerable duration the power came easy to the Jawa, but, he wanted something stronger, if they jedi had managed to sneak in this far, then, they had more than luck on their sides, and Iziz knew that while he was an average fighter, he was nothing compared to a master in the force... but, with some time and preparation, he could at least prepare a single bolt of lightning, that, if able would likely even the odds against even a seasoned fighter. It would merely take some time... Rushing to the point he needed to be at, he would take a seat, cross legged on the floor with his two light-sabers resting on his thighs as he began to breathe softly, focusing on the power running through his body as the electrical energy within him began to hum, the power only reflected in the Jawas' bio-luminescent eyes as he watched the hallway in front of him for any of the Jedi to appear.
And so, his mantra began:
'There is no passion, there is only hunger...'
Remembering that the power he drew from was not anger nor hate, not fear or greed or passion, but the desire to feed, a primal hunger which drove the Jawa to survive, an endless pit of power and determination which could not be quelled, unlike the flames of passion which could be quenched with moral and emotional epiphany, hunger would remain... hunger would always remain when all the emotions of the psychi broke away, the drive to survive was what powered even the smallest of beasts, be it primal hunger for flesh or cravings of the flesh and even the hungers of the mind.
'Through hunger, I Suffer...'
Suffering was an inescapable facet of life, suffering was the trials which judged life, made them struggle, forced them to adapt, kill, and devour. It was something that could not be escaped, so, attempting to live a life of peace void of suffering, be it cravings of the flesh, which would eventually be unable to be fulfilled, the suffering of ignorance and the inability to know and the pain of learning and the stresses of life. This line encapsulated this fact... but, Iziz knew, that there was a reason for this absolute truth... for
'Through Suffering, I am Tempered...'
The trial by fire, suffering was both the flame which heated the steel, and the hammer which abolished the slag, over time creating a blade without flaws, Iziz needed to learn from his mistakes, he had to learn to position himself in combat, least he be prone to injury, he needed to learn which fights were best fought head on, and which were best to employ stealth... Through hardship and suffering Iziz developed as a sith, as did all beings, and whose who could not, like the slag-ridden blade, would snap upon their trials...
'Through Tempering, I gain Power...'
The benefit of the cycle, the goal, the measure of success was that of gaining strength and prestige. Living up to the greatest of one's potential was the apex goal of most Sith, though very few could ever reach high heights, the goal was considered noble, many would crash on the rocks attempting to climb to the peaks of greatness, and Iziz had his sights set on the top, power, was the objective measure for growth... and the Jawa, of all things, wanted to be known and respected... power was his tool for that eventuality... But
'Through Power, my Hunger grows...'
The limitless cycle, power begets hunger, and hunger begets power, there is no point a living entity ceases to suffer until he is no longer alive, growth was eternal, and only when one ceased to grow did they ever truly expire. It was the harsh truth of the world around them, but, sacrifices needed to be made for noble pursuits.
'I will Survive.'
While many fought for greatness, it was this which divided Iziz from many of the Sith, while his hunger for respect was paramount, his path began with a single will, and a single drive... to live. Power was but a catalyst to life, and hunger was but its most primal symptom... And as other Assassins and Sith and droids moved past the Jawa which sat in the middle of the wide corridor, he continued to repeat the mantra as the electricity still continued to well up within him until Iziz's eyes began to flare like miniature suns as the Jawa was empowered by the force, the meditative state allowing the Jawa to levitate little more than an unnoticeable inch of the ground, as Ferus himself was no more than a few dozen meters behind him, though, the power he was struggling to hold onto was strong, and the Jawa was finding it hard to control it... he had to... eventually he knew that someone would enter this area... but he only hoped that the silver blade of his vision was not among them...
[member="Darth Ferus"]