Tricks of the Mind [ Training - Sabrina and Tiiona ]

[Darth Isolda]

@[member="sabrina"] @[member="Tiiona"]

Temple of the Dark Lord
Inner Sanctum


Darth Isolda stood within the quiet solitude of the inner Sanctum, her attention drawn to the scrying bowl before her. Fingers lightly went skimming across the liquid surface, watching the ripples dance.

The silver orbs of her eyes were distant, as if elsewhere. But that was the norm for the Oracle, for the Eye of the Dark Lord.

Soon. They would rule the galaxy in His vision. In His Glory; that of the Dark Lord.

For now, however, she would ensure that the next generation of One Sith were ready for what would come.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Sabrina entered the temple of the dark lord, the stone`s what used to build this place where incredibly smooth to the touch, here she was meant to meet @[member="Darth Isolda"]. Her training on tatooine had went well, their she manged to use the force, to manipulate physical objects, making them float and ultimately, crushing them.
Here she was going to learn some thing new, she unsure what her teacher had planned, but she was looking for ward to it. She made her way down the corridor, to her trainers inner sanctum, their she waited patently outside. She new her masters could sense her presence, so their was no need to knock, she just had to wait, to be told when to enter.

 

[Darth Naomi]

Tiiona was in the library, reading books, you know. Quite new to this whole thing with Force and colorful sides, also books too, she had a lot of catching up to do, especially in history of things. So yeah, some heavy reading afternoon... or maybe she was waiting for something, an important lesson perhaps - true, everyday was an important lesson in this world, but some more so than others. Sadly, the Miraluka would know nothing about such fate, the Darths called them acolytes, not the other way around.

@[member="Sabrina Kotass"] @[member="Darth Isolda"]

 

[Darth Isolda]

@Tiiona @Sabrina Kotass

Isolda stood alongside the scrying bowl as the two acolytes entered. A faint smile drew over her crimson lips, her silver eyes surveying them, appraising their ability.

The Goddess had a plan after all.

Slowly her hand extended towards them, and then her voice extended, amplified by the Force as she said through motionless lips, "You seek." she stated. Each sought something; Tiiona had an aura that detailed a level of frustration... the desire to learn was there, but so was perhaps... impatience?

Sabrina on the other hand, she was like a sponge wanting to learn as much as she could. Perhaps a bit too eagerly. Then again, they were to be forged in His image.

"Tell me... what is your greatest desire?" she asked of them.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Sabrina looked down at her feet, she new what ultimate desire was, but she thought it get her into trouble. She wanted to be a mother, she wanted her children to grow up with power, not bottom of the food chain. To make their life`s better she need power, strength of will to get, but in end that`s what she wanted. Children, and a secure place to bring them up, and she wanted her children, to be strong in the force.

She was unsure if she would chastised, for such base desire, she new was not ready yet, to have them. Though every time she children playing, she new that`s what she wanted, and she wanted to be able give them every thing. The tool`s to get power for them self`s, security of a strong sith empire, for them to grow up in. These thing`s what would drive her, would [member="Darth Isolda"] understand, or would she think she was weak, for thinking like that.

With deep breath she answered, Children of my own. She waited in silence, for ether [member="Tiiona"] to reply, or for her to give answer to her greatest desire.

 

[Darth Naomi]

Something drove her away from the books and computers. Tiiona would stand up, leaving her study behind and find herself walking through the halls into one of the chambers, alongside her was another acolyte, Sabrina who she had met briefly before. Suddenly she would sense and see a powerful figure before her, that she would recognize as Darth Isolda. Taking a humble bow the Miraluka would wait until she heard the voice in her head, stating and asking what her greatest desire was.
In a moment she would hear the other acolyte, who clearly heard the question was well, respond. Her own mind would seek the answer which appeared to be more complicated than children. In a sense Tiiona's desire was power, but not to rule, bend, control, rather to defend, protect oneself. What drove her was her will to survive and she knew there are terribly powerful beings in this galaxy and in order to survive here she needed to become strong herself. The common logic might suggest that in this case why would she simply not settle for simple and secure life, but Tiiona knew better. Living a simple life was the same as running away when you knew what she knew and running away is only good when you are going to come back stronger, running away for a simple life meant you would not be coming back at all and that was no option. So eventually she would collapse her desire to one word and her answer would sound "Survival."
[member="Sabrina Kotass"] [member="Darth Isolda"]

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Sabrina Kotass"] [member="Tiiona"]

Black unblinking eyes observed the three women as he entered. The tall green Sith Acolyte was a stoic one on the outside, but beneath boiled the hatred that gave him his name. He had not planned on coming to the group to be trained but by the order of Darth Isolda he had come to obey like a proper tool.

His green tresses moved slowly as he sniffed the air and the auras around him. Odium looked to the Prophet and dropped to a knee as was his place. As always the mute was silent and remained kneeling as he spoke to Isolda's mind.

<<Service to the Dark Lord is my desire, Mistress.>> Odium thought.