Ceremony to Eradication (Sylvaron Leonard's Assignment)

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

"..."

Echos, as clear as the rising tide, lift into existence. A familiar presence grows inside what once was freed, never free. Let loose upon his enemies, his child had succeeded where others had so barely reached. It had been done before. Now the Father wondered how much farther this one's reach could go.

"..."

Like breath into the already breathing, the growing power seemed closer. Interrupting what was finished, he had arrived. It did not matter where you were, it did not matter what heights you had reached; the 'Ledo' Pseudon would find you. And like a reliving memory, his dominating essence would claim you. His ambition would overwhelm you. There was no escape from the euphoric yet spasmodic possession of the Master's will. He was inside your head, always. Now, more then ever, all knowing of your thoughts and fears; he was no longer watching from a distance, but inside your very being. He demands your compliance, that you center yourself in connection for communion. He was here...

"... Hmmm. My child. You have ...prevailed yet again?" The tone was slightly of sarcasm, as Ledo never expected any of his children to survive. Of course he knew exactly what had transpired. But answers, be they lies or truths, told him everything he needed to know. The connection between them would be amplifying to Sylvaron's senses. Acting as a receiver, Sylvaron would open up a clearer sight of the surroundings for Ledo. It would be as if he were there in full physicality, yet only in mind.

 

[Dread]

When his mind was filled with a familiar presence, he let his silver lightsaber turn off. It levitated back into its loop, tucked away into it's place beneath Sylvaron's black coat. A less aggressive posture would always take over his body "near" Ledo, unless Ledo ask him to do the other. As his senses began to reach out - it felt just as if Ledo was standing beside him, looking at his work in judgmental eyes. It was to be expected, and Sylvaron would make sure the work was satisfactory. His own personal standard met that of what he thought, although did not know, Ledo's where of him. It added a challenge to every kill, to every enjoyable moment of the hunt.

Using that link that had been first established by the greater power of Ledo, the boy used his mind to communicate back. Although his lips would echo the words at the same time. If anyone else was around, it would be as if he was talking to himself. "Father, of course, as always I have done as you've asked...was it a enjoyable show?" No doubt, his personalty shined through to Ledo a little more then he would expect others would.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

"If it were not... do you think I would not be there? At your throat?" Ledo bit back, as if his grin were protrayed on a screen before his pupil as clear as day. A different relationship existed between the two darksiders, as unique as the last. And though Ledo was not far, he did not feel it neseccary to physically be there by Sylvaron's side. It would in fact hinder their effectiveness. Just as some require a constant lash behind them, others require a constant aim in pointing away to the distance. In Sylvaron's case, his nose would be kept to the air. Ledo knew that for this one to continue so successfully, he'd have to keep the illusion of goals just past the horizon. A determined figure, Sylvaron must continue with a drive of the unknown. Ledo used this.

"You must remember that though you defeat your opponents, not always will you learn from it. You must spend less focus upon the inner workings of your victims and more time exploring your inner darkness!" Ledo knew certain aspects of his child's drive, yet did not understand his curiousity for learning. It almost kept a seperation for his learning curve to his level of darkness. He'd not loose himself as easily as the others and that made Ledo uneasy. He had not total control over this one, though knew he'd never break a contract to greatness in the moment; but Ledo pondered the possibilities of distance, where Sylvaron might search out other spikes in excitement. It mattered not at this point, as Ledo would change nothing. He simply dwelled in the future, seeking total success in his goals. It kept Ledo on his toes to come up with the most suitable targets for Sylvaron, yet none too far beyond his immediate reach. ...He had the perfect solution.

"Energies that take ...from you, are those... that force you to overcome the absence of such energies!" All the while, Ledo stretched through the reaches of his student's mind in webs and softs of complexities. Ledo saw a moment of connection to Sylvaron's tissue in pairing to a moment's use in muscle use. Exploring this coupling to the muscle's tear, Ledo came across a hint of replay in the moment's use. "Comendable. Continue using their strengths against them, and you will succeed. As you focused your power through a pinhole to pierce their will, so too will you outreach them in desire."

 

[Dread]

In reaction to Ledo's first words, Sylvaron would meet a grin with Ledo's grin for, what he had thought was correctly done, the purpose of displaying some sort of humanity in his composure. The grin would slant upwards to one side, toothless in its gesture. Undoubtedly, coupled with the stoic gaze of his dominating emerald eyes it would make the average person uneasy. Things within the confines of his mind worked differently then many. He felt nothing of the humor displayed by his master. The only thing that spiked his interest was that he had reached the goal he had set forth before him by his own will. He took the moment to be satisfied with himself, although likely Ledo would only know the spike in his emotional state through their currently strong connection. Reading Sylvaron was often a task most people would never be able to take on. Ledo was truly a gifted master to take on someone such as Sylvaron.


"Exploring my own darkness, father? What can I do to find such darkness inside me and exploit it further?" Being slightly disinterested in this comment, he would still make a query. Perhaps it would prove to be a challenge, something he missed too many times but would focus on now. He had always drawn on the darkness, but sometimes such extremes escaped his fingers. It was his flaw, yet, his power at the same time. Ledo must know of a way to help him with it, and so it might prove more interesting. Although, he did not know how Ledo controlled those through the darkness, only that the dark side meant more power.


"Energies..." Finally taking in the last comment, he had been put into a bit of daze, confused at the final words after shifting through the few said before. Perhaps Ledo would feel that confusion that was rapidly falling into being distracted by the mans dead body on the floor. When he brought his focus back to Ledo once again, he answered after the long awkward pause, "Yes, father...as you deam my methods worthy I will keep them up."

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

Ledo often rambled, though he seemed to also enjoy what was currently unappreciated. He was always one for seeing the opposites inbetween persons, and so used them for himself. He found it interesting in this one's connection to his own consciousness, the growing sarcasm lost to this detached body. It was indeed his strength, though also a weakness in the Grandmaster's eyes. Much of anything scrutinized under the Pseudon's gaze was viewed as such however, and so his own ways were too solid in their uses.

Ledo heard the words of his expressive disciple and answered. "You must look to those places empty and void of substance within. It is there that you will find these propelling hatreds of lacking, of pain and severing." Ledo would interest his pupil in the exact detachment that defines him. In such forgotten places, would he find not what would change him - but that which would strengthen him further! His ability must be seen for what it is and used for it, a weakness!

The body lifted into the air slowly, Ledo's presence seeming to guide Sylvaron's hand up in origin of this effect. Yet as he would figure this to be the case, the body would shred to bits - thrown in all directions.

"You will think no more of this... Your next assignment awaits you... clear your mind..."

Ledo began filling the passages of his student's waving thoughts in limited connection, as per Sylvaron's own limitations. Ledo would begin the course of understanding for a testing of his child's limits...

 

[Dread]

Ledo was far more wise then Sylvaron, or so it would seem. Sylvaron would instantly understand these words of his father, the emptiness inside him he constantly tried to fill. Sometimes it proved to be a never ending pit of darkness - and then, the spike of anger and frustration lit. For a moment a thrill of what he considered extremes echoed in his mind, and it gave him a rush, but soon faded into the nothingness again.

As his hand would raise in the air with the distracting body, it would soon be covered, along with the rest of Sylvaron, in a crimson cloak of gore. If he had not reacted his eyes would be filled with it too. It was, unsuspected but later understood. His distractions where getting in the way once again, and he would try to push it to the side in order to get another task from Ledo - what he wanted truly. Having nothing to fully wipe away the blood, he would would fight to smudge the blood in a way so that he could open his eyes again without a irritation. "I want...the task...please, father, I'll pay attention." He would mumble through his struggle - slightly symbolic.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

"Mhhh..." Ledo waited for the hum of yearning essence at its barest form. "And so ...you shall have it." If you can take it - Ledo inferred.

Ledo's mind let Sylvaron see the image of his focus. It was clear before him, yet inaccurate to current times. The face of a woman. Should Sylvaron be able to see it clearly, Ledo would move on. A difficult thing to quite one's own chaotic mind to see into another's, when inhabiting the same space. She would grow in depiction, to raise in height from just a face to shoulders and fully down to her waist and feet. If he could reach it, the name would be barely at the top of the surface for Sylvaron to touch. It was only as Ledo would hold it out, not to feed it to his pupil, but to make it available for grasp; and only the able could reach it. This exercise would strengthen the durability and stamina of Sylvaron's Force will. Probing through a mind to find the desired information was in symbol a parallel to finding his next target. This Lyzerg, whom once was a youngling to Ledo's knowledge; now a Knight of the Jedi.

Ledo made available much information, as to where she originated and to some basic tendencies available to her ability profile. Keeping all he wishes a secret, Ledo's skill made only ready to find what he wished in his connected mind. He would see if Sylvaron was the capable student to reach this information between them, and further inquire as to how he would deal with the matter.

 

[Dread]

As the image before him appeared he would reach out for it, left fingers curled just above it, wanting it but knowing it as a projection. "...yes, she is perfect." His words would be muttered, and not exactly clear unless you knew Sylvaron. He would take any victim, but he preferred challenges and ones that would fit his standards of what a good victim would be. What a good victim was still something he himself didn't fully understand in all its complexities. Sometimes it was the ones who looked innocent, smaller, frailer that lured him in most. It made it enjoyable when it came to ripping them a part at the end. Other times some larger victims he had enjoyed. He concluded that each victim had their unique traits which would either fit his liking or not.

After a few minutes he was able to shift through all the information. Being as he had to look for it himself as Ledo seemed to enjoy making him do it. Sylvaron liked being forced to do it likely more then he should have. It was just a tempting snack to what was to come. Now he needed to know where to start, or if there was any extra demands Ledo had of him - which might add something to the mission. "Is there anything I did not find...and where shall I start to look for my beautiful?" What he meant by beautiful was likely more twisted then what others would first assume of his intentions.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

Thoughts further statistical balance, as no words are wasted to describe what can be seen. A fluttering rush of loss and build both take the place of the female's image, now becoming knowledge in shared evidence. Feeling the tingling presence of continued connection, Sylvaron would find exactly what he had asked in correlation to how he asked. Each answer would come to the forefront of his mind as he saw to receive and integrate the knowledge.

He would know that Lyzerg was born on the Outer Rim planet of Panatha, with no known surviving family. Sylvaron would then realize that he may have already known that Lyzerg was taught in the Jedi Temple on Ossus, or perhaps he just learned that? Ledo's thoughts were like memories, flooding Sylvaron's subconscious to emerge upon the mind's allowance. Just as such, Ledo's commands now came as previously given commands in memories of ordered protocals; some had been previously explained, as echos reinforced regurgitation as well as new guidelines and commands. Sylvaron would now know that Ledo wanted the female to be confronted as all targets must be, faced with the truth of their own folly and lies. She would need to become aware that there was a presence that wanted her dead. Different methods were available to Sylvaron. One such route was to hover over the world of Ossus and follow any force sensitive leaving the planet's atmosphere and make them suffer, learning any information necessary. Another journey would lead Sylvaron to the female's home planet to learn what he could there, and perhaps find the beginnings of a trail that would lead to a hot pursuit. Yet another path may lead Sylvaron towards current events of the Jedi and their soldiers, to learn of many of the Order's names of note and their last known positions or future destinations. Creativity would lead to success, and Sylvaron would have much to do before finding his target. And once found, she would be made to face the truth. Death is the only outcome.

 

[Dread]

Sylvaron watched as the information passed by him, making him fully understand what was needed to be done. His right hand came to his mouth, all fingers curling to his palm rather then his pointer, which would lightly rest on his upper lip before he answered once again. "I understand, Father...Well I will be off now." Obviously, it was up to Ledo when their contact would end, but once in awhile Sylvaron would unintentionally forget his place

((OOC: Sorry for the short post, bro.))

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

((All good bro. Now get out there and kill some Garuga!))

Ledo released his hold, just as his presence disappeared. He was just as ready to disembark as his pupil, having much to accomplish. The only words that lingered were of mantra, "Life through death..." The image of the woman's face would be forever embedded into his student's mind. The hunt could now commence.