Whispers on Bosph (Morna Imura)

[Isolder Arterius]

Whispers on Bosph​

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He was finding a place in the galaxy. He had spent years isolated on his mother's ship, only the crew and those they did business with were his interactions. He had realized, through his years working as muscle, that he had a power deep inside of him. Something he had no control over or anyway to grasp it when he needed it. He had scoured the underskirts of planets until he heard whispers of The Sith Council and the power they held on the edges of known space. He had made his way out there once he met the first few Sith. He could feel something within them. Like there was something inside of them screaming so that he could hear it, but it was muffled and distorted. He finally made his way and had been accepted into their ranks. The start of his journey to power.

He had spent days learning everything he could. The concepts of lightsaber combat and forms, theories of The Force, the History of the Sith, and everything he could. He had trained with simple weapons such as vibroblades and had wielded a few training lightsabers, dueling other new members of the faction.

Finally, he had been selected as the apprentice of Morna Imura. He knew very little about him, but he was ready. He had ventured to an isolated area of the planet of Bosph, damage from centuries ago lingered everywhere. Isolder had used a speeder of his faction to arrive there. His master was either waiting for him or to be there any moment.

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[Garza]

In the "Isolated area" of Bosph, was a lone two story house. Simple in nature yet, held more secrets than the Sith Council. Resting inside was myself. Once a Shaper of Kro Var, A Legate of the Fringe Troops Initiate, and now a Sith Lord. I had not taken any chances of coming out of here. Each Master was to Choose their apprentice, and looking over the files once more before I had made my decision, I noticed that the man that I would be taking under my wing knew very little of the force, or lightsaber combat for that matter.

Most Sith would have passed him at the first sight, but I saw potential in him. Insomuch that I was the first to take a student from the Council. Currently I was sitting at the kitchen table with his file in front of me, closed. Waiting for my new apprentice, On the table layed out was two daggers, a Sith sword, a lightsaber hilt, a Chain, and finally a bow with arrows set.

Even from here, in the kitchen could be heard of drinks being served, as well as dished being done. A testament of my powers with Telekinesis.

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[Isolder Arterius]

There was something in the area. Like a great gust of wind pushing against Isolder face, despite the fact that there was no wind blowing. He could feeling something deep within him, a sensation that he had not experienced until he had met other Sith.

There was a Sith near here. A powerful Sith. His master.

Isolder began to move through the area, dust being kicked up from his boots. His dark eyes moved across the landscape like a animal seeking prey. Eventually, he saw the glimmer of a house. Isolated and alone, it seemed unusual. Like the start of a story the men aboard his mother's crew would tell him when he was younger. As he first began to walk, he could only hear the sounds of his own footsteps, but as he drew closer it sounded like the house was overflowing. Isolder slowly reached for the door and opened it, seeing it devoid of any living thing but bursting with life. It was something he had never seen before. Moving carefully though the flying objects, Isolder neared a door. He had seen the door and it was like a spotlight was shining on it. He could feel power pouring out the cracks of the door. Opening the door, he saw his master inside a kitchen area. Weapons in front of him, he was imposing figure. Isolder was overwhelmed with excitement. His journey was about to begin.

"Master." Isolder said, bowing his head.

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[Garza]

I could feel him before the door even opened. I smiled and stayed still. Letting the items around the house move to their correct areas. Being a Bachelor in this house there was a few things that needed cleaning up, but really to him it may have seemed normal. s the door opened I looked up to see the man His curly hair the same as it was in the holoimage of him. I smiled as he called me by Master. I waved him in without saying a word.

As he would be walking in, a cup was placed by the force on the table where an empty seat lay. Inside the said cup was simple water, nothing more, nothing less. As the man would sit down, I spoke, "First off, I welcome you to my abode. Second, I thank you for calling me Master, but if we are in an Informal setting such as now, you do not need to call me as such. You are not a slave to me, and so there is no need to call me master."

Picking up the datapad I looked at him then back at the datapad. "I see that you have only joined recently with the Sith Council. As such, I would like to know how you see yourself in a year from now, and what do you expect being my student." I wanted to know the man before I taught him. I wanted to see how he acted and what there was behind the man's mask of being a simple apprentice.

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[Isolder Arterius]

He hadn't such informality. It took him by surprise. He slowly moved into his seat, waiting for something to spring on him or attack him as if this was a Sith trap. He considered that he was being paranoid though. He had been a smuggler his entire life though. He doubted that would be a trait that would ever leave him. But if this was his master, shouldn't he trust him? To learn from him. However, they were Sith. They needed to crave power. So, should he not trust him? He knew there was an answer, but it was something he would need to consider later. Now, he needed to be in the moment.

"Yes, mast..."He stopped himself before retreating back to formality. "...Morna." It felt odd and uncomfortable to call his Sith master such an informal thing, but he assumed it would become more natural in time. "I only joined only a few weeks ago. I have spent that time studying, practicing, and learning from others. I look forward to being taught by a proper master though." It sounded as if he was attempting to gain favor, but that was not his intention or his style. He truly was excited to be taught by a Sith master and learn the powers of the Force.

"I seek how to control the Force.' He choose his words carefully. He did not seek to become the puppet of this power inside of him. He wished to dominate and wield it like a blade. "I wish to take this power and unleash it, unhinge it from me. Not to let it be hidden, but to bend it to my will. I wish to learn to become a weapon. A dangerous, feared weapon."

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[Garza]

A feared weapon? Anybody that has the force is already feared by those who do not have said powers. I smiled, but he was moreso thinking that he wanted to be powerful among the Sith and other force users of his era or generation. I nodded my head, understanding that his longterm goal was already going to change. Power was not everything. I was powerful, and known for my Shaping, yet I called myself a simple man because truly I wanted to be a simple person with a simple life.

As a child of 7 years old I was dragged into the war. and now that it has gone cold almost 30 years later, I wanted to get out of it. To late now.

"Tell me Arterius, What makes you want to bend the force to your will?"

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[Isolder Arterius]

He sat for a moment, deliberating his response. What he said, every word, was of the upmost importance. His future could shift with the simple changing of a sentence. He felt something deep within him his entire life. Like a beast in a cage. Waiting and clawing, but the closer he leaned to the Force, the more the animal awoke.

"I want to not only embrace my emotions, I want to control them. To use them and never be a slave to them or to anything. I pledge allegiance to The Sith Council and that is all." He spoke with conviction. He had spend years onboard his mother's ship in isolation, thinking and pondering and all these things. Once he learned of the Sith, he knew he had his route.

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[Garza]

I nodded my head once more. It was good enough for me. As an apprentice, the man did not yet understand that even with the way that he was headed, there was more to life than power. I knew that from experience, And he did not. Yet.

I then pointed my hands to the weapons at the table, "I assume you know what these weapons are, as so, you will most likely be training with a Lightsaber, but that will take place later on. For now, you will learn of the force." Slowly all the items rose to float in the air, "I would like you to try the same without my help at first. Pick any item that you think would be the easiest to pick up."

Right now, I was only testing him, to see how much he had already in the force, "If you can pick up one item, then start with another soon after. This is just a test for me to see how much you have already."

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[Isolder Arterius]

He carefully hung on each word that his master said. Soon, he would training with a lightsaber. The famed weapon of those who used the Force. But first, he would get to begin to learn how to use the Force. He looked down at each of the weapons, but he felt tension in his body. He only knew the concepts of the Force, but he hadn't been able to have any experience yet.

Finally, he closed his eyes. He knew he couldn't let the tension he felt interfere, so he tried to calm his senses. So, he tried to picture the atoms surrounding the area in his mind as something tangible. Then he would take what he felt inside and tried to manifest it like a hand reaching out. He choose the arrows to try first and he could imagine himself picking the arrow and lifting it into the air. He opened his eyes only to see what happened in mind become reality. He felt excitement flood his entire body. He quickly moved onto the daggers, but he could feel strain throughout his body. It was a small difference in weight, but in his mind, he felt like it weighted tons.

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[Garza]

I smiled as the arrow began to lift itself in the air. I could feel the man's excitement as I took a drink of my water. The slight sip sound came from my mouth as the dagger began to shake. At first it was just jiggles and then it shook violently as the man tried to get the dagger into the air. He was defiantly straining to get the dagger and the arrow into the air.

I nodded my head and waited. Sometimes all it took was a little push and extra time to lift and item. I smiled as how I remembered when I first started. Lifting barely a credit chip. but I was the fastest student that Daxton had. Moving up so quickly that I could almost stand toe to toe with him as an apprentice.

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He centered his mind, pushing up so hard he almost feared he might vomit. He had never done anything like this. It made him frustrated. It made him angry. So small a thing and he couldn't lift it. He was already failing in his training, this early on. It was like his own blood was boiling. He thought he started to let out a scream of frustration, when he realized it was only resounding in his head. He opened his eyes just in time to see his anger and made the dagger rise in the air, but he heard a loud crash and the blade flew through the air, crashing through one of his master's possession and into the wall.

"Forgive me, master." Isolder said, he was terrified. Had he come all the way to the edge of space only to be look like a fool and be killed. He hadn't expected the informality, but he did not know how his master would respond to this.

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[Garza]

I watched as the man continued to pull on the force abilities that he had. His face was contorted to try and lift the dagger from the table. It shook even more than a few seconds ago, and it lifted slightly, only to shoot behind me and into the wall breaking past a poster of an old band that I had tried to join. I shrugged my shoulders as I turned to the man. "No need to apologize, Poster was not that great anyways." I tried to lighten the mood. Even though some of the other Sith lords that I worked with considered me kind, I was still harsh. "Just know that everything that you break or ruin of mine, you have to fix."

The dagger then took itself out from the wall with the poster still attached. It moved to float at my head, and suddenly the poster lit up in flames and then turned to ash that was piled on my floor. "You can grab objects that are easy to grab with the hand, now you have to work on the finer parts of the force." I pointed to the ash pile on the floor with my right hand, "I want you to pick up the ash pile and move it to sit on the table."

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Isolder thought to himself that it would be an easy task. The ash would weigh so much less than anything else he had been dealing with. So, he quickly closed his eyes and went to work. He imagined the ash as a pile and repeated what he had done with the arrow. He show the Force like it surrounded the pile then imagined that an extension of him simply scooped it up. However, it was like his hand went right through the pile. He tried again. And again. Frustration and anger was building up inside of him again. But this time, he tried to focus it. Rather than let it flow through his body, he tried to hone in to a singular location.

In doing that, he outreached his hand so that everything moving within him was taken to that location. So, inside of looking at the ash as a simple pile, he looked at it form other perspective. He imagined each individual piece of ash by itself and they were all simply interwoven and connected. In doing so, he was able to lift the ash easily. He thought to himself that it was rather a good discovery for his own mindset. A few pieces of ash fell from the pile as it moved, but nearly all of it floated over to the table.

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[Garza]

The smallest of the ash particles I could care less for. There was probably more dust on my head than what had been dropped or left behind. I smiled as the man came to his conclusion of finding the connection between them all. I then pointed to the weapons with my hands again, "Now that you know what to do, I want you to do the same, only with the weapons instead of ash. Each of these weapons is connected somehow, and it is your job to find that out."

I knew that he was not going to be able to do it the first time. Nor the second time. The connection to all of these weapons was so small an minuscule that he would try and try, The bow and arrows matched eachother, the daggers did the same as well. but the chain and the sword were different entirely. Made of the force rather than simple metals it would be harder to find the point in which he could pick them up. "When you get it tell me."

I stood up and walked into the kitchen to let the man think alone and not let my presence distract him. I had taken my cup with me, and was using it to fill my Coffee maker. I felt like having a glass, and I made enough for the two of us to have about three cups each, should the man want one after he was done.

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His master walked out of the room leaving Isolder to contemplate the task before him. He felt like he had a breakthrough with the way he understood the Force, but wasn't sure it would be enough to accomplish this task. However, Isolder had been urning for this life for his entire life, so he wasn't going to give up. He decided to stand up from the table and pace for a moment while he centered himself. Keeping his mind at ease, but allowing emotions to begin to build up inside of him. Once he had done that, he could begin to sense the area around him far more than he ever had before. He could sense his master calmly in the other, sipping a drink that Isolder could almost taste on the tip of his tongue.

Finally, focusing his efforts to a single point again, this time on the chain, assuming it would be the easiest to implement his new mindset with, he began to reach out with the Force. It was like the chains weighed as much as the house. He strained and focused, but to no avail. He continued to try and try again, until veins were showing in his neck and sweat began to shine on his forehead. Regardless, it would not stop. Not ever. So, he kept at work while time slipped by. Before long, he could feel the chains grow lighter and lighter. Time had slipped by, but Isolder finally was able to make the chains float into the air. One by one, he moved from each weapon and repeated the process. The Sith sword proved easier than Isolder had intended, as if the Dark Side imbedded within in it allowed him passage. The bow would prove tricky, but Isolder eventually conquered that as well. Once he had lifted each of the items, he didn't go see his master. Instead, he repeated the process one more time. He wanted to hone this power, so he would make sure he had an understanding of it.

Finally, he left the kitchen to find his master. Once in front of Morna, Isolder simply said,

"It is done.

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[Garza]

I stayed silent as I could feel a pull on the force. It was small for now. I took the pot of made coffee and poured myself a glass. Nice and warm, yet tart on my tongue as it went down. A familiar taste that I have liked for such a long time. Really this was better than my addiction to Kolto cigarettes. They were just so good. yet because of my powers, I could smoke as many as I wanted without getting tar in my lungs. It was strange, while others got cancer, all I got was a warm feeling.

Still I decided to take one out and just let it hang on my lips. Not actually smoking it.

I moved to sit on the counter waiting for him. Only did I know that it would take hours. Counting it so much so, that I counted every second that passed. I was up to 4 hours, 35 minutes and 47 seconds when he walked into the room. He said that he had done it. and I knew he did. behind him the weapons floated into the room and moving from the counter I simply stood there as they zoomed past. Putting themselves onto me. Chain around my chest like a bandolier, sword on my back, daggers in my boots, bow and arrows that fitted into the quiver that was then on my back next to my sword, and a lightsaber hilt that landed on my side.

From the counter my rings flew to my hand. The Talon rings landing on my index, middle and pinky fingers, while the solid black ring threaded onto my right ring finger. I clenched my fist and then relaxed it as I grabbed my cup of coffee with my left hand. "Get a drink if you wish. Once you are done, we leave."

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[Isolder Arterius]

Isolder watched Morna's mastery of telekinesis, seeing each of the weapons float onto him. Isolder was inspired. He knew that one day, he would wield the Force in the same manner. His master offered Isolder some coffee, which he gladly accepted. Moving through the room, he took a seat across from his master as he began to drink the cup.

Asking his master some general questions about Bosph and where this house was located, the two talked for a few moments. Isolder assumed that he would be getting to know Morna extremely well as the training stretched on. Finally, Isolder reached the bottom of his cup and he told his master,

"Well, I am ready to leave now."


OOC: Sorry. I am in a theatre program and have been rehearsing all weekend.

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