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Varloc
Finally he succeeded, feeling the force brush against his mind.
To say he saw things would not be completely accurate, nor would it be completely inaccurate. It started with the room around him, not so much seeing as knowing, knowing where that wall ended and the next began, knowing that between this wall and the one in the next room was a mess of circuity meant to help keep the ship running. It began small, but his awareness grew as he focused on it.
From the room, to the ship, to hex of space it floated in. From there he began to get... Impressions. It still wasn't seeing, not in the traditional sense, it was much more abstract than that.
He felt his balance tip, like someone had pulled his foot out from under him, and with that sense came a fact. That was the universe. Tipping one way then another, never perfectly balanced.
But then again few things are. That was his own though, it felt oddly solid and slow compared to the second long impressions he was getting.
The though was washed away and the force swept over him again.
Bleeding, wounds inflicted by thousands of atrocities, many of them small cuts, but adding up over time to make deep gouges.
Hurt, pain, fear, grief. These all came from the thousands of worlds caught in these wars.
Relief, healing, joy, peace. These came from those same worlds. Smaller in number but seeming to glow - or at least have the impression of glowing - all the brighter for their fewer number, the mass of shadows-darkness-oozing-putrid-wounds-hurt that was the negative emotions seeming to brighten the sparks of positive emotions. there was so much, all the emotions of an entire galaxy, the good and the bad. It was all to much-
laughter-crying-healing-hurting-pain-pain-pain-relief-joy-life-new-child-fragile-breaking-bleeding-anger-grief-scream,laugh,cry-fall,rise-endings-endings-fire-burning-hot-hot-destruction-fear-fear-destruction-fire-forest-ashes-seedpods-heat-cracking-seedpods-cracking-fire-fire-heat-cracking-seeds-safe-falling-pod-destruction-fire-free-barren-ashes-barren-sprouting-sprouting-growing-healthy-rising,falling-living,dying-rising-rising-rising-falling-falling-fall.
The strange form of knowledge just kept coming, rushing over Venku and swallowing his thoughts, drowning his mind in the sensations of galaxy.
It was too much.
He couldn't think, couldn't breath, or maybe that was just the sensation of drowning in their own blood that the force sent his way. He began to struggle, trying to pull away, shrink in on himself and escape the onslaught of emotions-facts-impressions-feelings that was crashing into his mind. His ears pinned back, and his lips lifted into a soundless snarl, but the movements felt distant, faint.