Matreya
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"Echoy'la. A moon that houses one of the rarest minerals: Beskar. We will be mining it here under secrecy, meaning you will get a unique set of Beskar'gam armor. As well, there is a chance we will need to defend ourselves, so there will be perfect time for training as well." He said, his voice slightly muffled by his mask.
Gesturing to a nearby building he said, "That is a cantina of sorts, let's head inside." At this he walked through the door, then glanced at the nearest woman whom bore a tray. A minor flare of power sent the Twi'lek their way, now holding a bottle of bourbon and two glasses. She set them down without a word, then walked away once more. Sighing, Damien regretted releasing yet more power though knew it was the best course of action if he wanted to have them remain unseen on the planet. Buying drinks could he rembered. Drinks that the woman would never remember giving out? Easier to wave off.
Plus Mentalism was his thing. It didn't take a lot out of him to do the heaviest of tricks nowadays. Not like teleportation. Thus he continued his influx of power, calling upon his Spirits now as well.
Taking the top from the crystalline bottle, he poured himself an ample glass, then gestured to the bottle, "Drink if you want. I am not one of those masters that chooses what his Apprentice can do." At that he took a pull from his glass and sighed; the dark amber liquid scorched its way down his throat, in a raw and enjoyable fashion.
"Well, I believe while we are here, we should work on your powers of the Force." Damien murmured, "I will move an object, without warning, and I want you to practice catching them, then naming them as well. Don't worry, they will be light."
At that, he flipped a purple credit chip into the air.
"Catch it." He said, "You will need Force Sight to see it, telekinesis then to catch it, and once more Sight to figure out what it is."
[member="Vengeance"] [member="Darth Vaildra"] [member="Astrid"] [member="Echo Kora"]
Gesturing to a nearby building he said, "That is a cantina of sorts, let's head inside." At this he walked through the door, then glanced at the nearest woman whom bore a tray. A minor flare of power sent the Twi'lek their way, now holding a bottle of bourbon and two glasses. She set them down without a word, then walked away once more. Sighing, Damien regretted releasing yet more power though knew it was the best course of action if he wanted to have them remain unseen on the planet. Buying drinks could he rembered. Drinks that the woman would never remember giving out? Easier to wave off.
Plus Mentalism was his thing. It didn't take a lot out of him to do the heaviest of tricks nowadays. Not like teleportation. Thus he continued his influx of power, calling upon his Spirits now as well.
Taking the top from the crystalline bottle, he poured himself an ample glass, then gestured to the bottle, "Drink if you want. I am not one of those masters that chooses what his Apprentice can do." At that he took a pull from his glass and sighed; the dark amber liquid scorched its way down his throat, in a raw and enjoyable fashion.
"Well, I believe while we are here, we should work on your powers of the Force." Damien murmured, "I will move an object, without warning, and I want you to practice catching them, then naming them as well. Don't worry, they will be light."
At that, he flipped a purple credit chip into the air.
"Catch it." He said, "You will need Force Sight to see it, telekinesis then to catch it, and once more Sight to figure out what it is."
[member="Vengeance"] [member="Darth Vaildra"] [member="Astrid"] [member="Echo Kora"]