Forced Apprentiship

[RedneckLoves]

Rosalin was becoming irritated with this ungrateful whelp. Couldn't the woman see that she was going to help her? That she was going to bring her to Korriban where her training would open limitless doors to her? That the power deep within her would blossom and become a tool to be reckoned with?

Standing up and matching the young twi'lek's glare, Rosalin tried once more to knock some sense into her.

"I know you feel the power in yourself," she spoke softly but with a commanding tone that demanded obedience. "You have not been trained to use it, but I have. You have the chance to learn to harness it and become powerful and commanding in your own right! Are you so blind to turn from it!?"

Rosalin could feel the young woman becoming more agitated, but chose to ignore it for the moment. If she could only persuade her to come willingly, all would be better for it.

 

[Braden]

The kid was quick and Bersef useless in stopping him, Seraphim was angry now and with the rage pumping through his system he could feel the force beginning to flow and his previous determination to do this quietly disappearing. He pulled his lightsaber from underneath his jacket and ignited it, a single crimson red blade appearing. The sound of the saber igniting caught the attention of the nearby mob who stepped back and quickly. Seraphim turned quickly around and found the boys father still in a brawl, beaten and bloody. He moved quickly back to him, he used his blade to cut down the man who was hammering away at the fathers skull. Reaching down he grabbed the man by the scruff of the neck. He bigger than Seraphim but had already been beaten enough to take the extreme of his strength away. Pulling him up he moved him to a clearing just to one side, the crimson blade keeping the other hostiles at bay for now. Placing the blade at the father's throat, he channeled the force into his throat flexing his vocal chords he boomed out over the crowd.

"Boy, come save your father."

 

[Braden]

The girl could feel something, a fire blazing up inside her, the woman standing before seemed to be feeding the flames with her comments about her friend. She was scared and angry, this date had been her chance to win him over and now he had left. She felt lonely and even with the fire inside her growing she felt cold. The coming riot only raised her fears. She crouched down, wrapping her hands around her knees, letting all the emotions roll over her as she felt the fire grow. She began babbling about the body, about her parents , the women in front of her everything.

The fire inside grew and grew and as the women said the word blind she snapped. It was exactly what her friends had said to her before her date, that she was blind if she thought he would go out with her. It was the last push which broke the bottleneck that held back the fire inside her.

"GO AWAY!!!" She screamed and with it she let out a massive wave of force knocking over everyone around her. It was not enough to cause any serious harm but everyone but the girl was on the ground around her. She then suddenly felt her strength fade, like all her energy had gone. Her eyes became heavy, her vision blurry and then it all went black.



Seraphim watched as the boy turned around to face him, even from a distance he could see the waves of panic, fear and anger wash over his face. That is what he wanted, emotion, emotion to tap into the reservoir of power inside of him. For a moment fear and panic won out as he began to back away from him, but Seraphim gently leaned the light-saber into his father's shoulder forcing him to let out a cry of pain. That brought him back and he began to slowly walk back towards them both, murder in his eyes.

As he got within a few paces a loud bang seemed to reverberate around the stadium, Seraphim quickly looked over to see a crater of people lying on the floor a small twilek girl standing in the middle.

"Rosalin? Was that you?"

The boy was also stunned, but quickly turned his attention back to the Seraphim.

"Let go of my father he screamed." His childish voice crackling with anger.

"No." Now that he was within reach again Seraphim no longer needed the father, he only needed to break the boy. He could feel the force inside the boy boiling up ready to explode. Seraphim tensed his body and planted his feet, not ready to be caught unaware like with the Twilek. With a swift motion Seraphim pulled the saber back, slicing clean through the father's neck. His head rolling off to one side. A giant scream was followed by his own explosion of force energy. Even though he was braced Seraphim was still knocked from his feet, but was able to recover quickly. The boy charged at him, but Seraphim could see the fire in his eyes slowly dying as his usage of the force drained him, stepping forward he moved out of the way of his first swing, blocking the second with his left arm he planted his hand on to his shoulder, gripping tightly he let a surge of force lightning flow through him into the boy. He let out a pitful scream before falling unconscious in his arms. He looked up to see the twilek girl had also collapsed and smiled as the riot continued around him, the noise of endless shouting broken by the sound of sirens.

"Rosalin. Quick grab the Twilek and lets go. Besef, keep an eye on our backs the police are on there way."

As he spoke Seraphim scoped the boy up and tossed him over his shoulders, he let a small snap of lightning flicker between his fingers to keep those around him at bay and made off into one of the tunnels out of the stadium.

 

[RedneckLoves]

Rosalin knew what was coming before it happened. She could feel the raw emotional power building up inside the twi'lek girl. The power exploded with force enough to knock everyone in the vicinity to the ground or out of their seats. Several people cried out, gasped, or shouted in alarm. Rosalin had landed hard, but was up on her feet again in a flash.

After that show of power, they would need to be going and quickly. It seemed the unexpected burst of power had left the girl weak, and she fell to the ground seconds afterwards. Rosalin wasn't strong enough to carry the fully grown woman, but knew that now was no time to wait for help. She reached within herself to the raw power there, and reached out with it to the girl's inert body. Rosalin lifted her with the Force, then gripped around her waist so it would look to others like she was actually supporting the twi'lek and helping her to stand.

Something had happened on the other side of the stands as well, where her comrades were doing their own investigation. Now there were large groups of people all over the stands shouting in confusion and alarm, no one quite sure what was going on. One of the other two Sith with her shouted through the commlink that it was time to go. Rosalin hurried through the groups of confused people and met up with Seraphim just as he entered an exit tunnel.

She continued to hold onto the twi'lek, though the power of her force energy was all that kept her up, to abate anyone more curious than most. She wasn't wary of being followed by anyone, mass confusion was infecting everyone in the stadium, but didn't want any interruptions with their leaving. They had completed the mission and had two new force sensitives for training to show for it.

 

[Feather]

Something about the look in the boy's eyes had rooted Besef to the spot, stopping any thought of pursuit cold in its tracks. The way his fear had given way to anger, and single-minded fury. It was familiar. It was something Besef himself resonated with, but hadn't seen in the face of another in so long. His mind wandered, and though subconsciously he knew he had to help, he couldn't bring his body to react to his thoughts. That expression, he mused internally, raising hazel eyes as the young boy turned his back. Patrons in the stands jostled him from side to side, but he let himself be pushed for now, instead marveling at the youth before him. It was like the child's power was on display, a fresh exhibit at a zoo, and Besef was eager to see the wonders this enclosure held. The anger. The rage. Like he had been waiting for this event, anticipating the game with all his heart, only to have it ruined, ripped out from beneath his feet without warning. Besef understood it well. It had been a defining part of him, back when... Well, back before--

--A sharp blow to the side of the head snapped him into focus immediately, and his kneejerk response was to whip around with his elbow cocked to deliver a similar impact to the offending individual's chest. Though, admittedly, the sports fan had just been caught up in the clamoring riot, and hadn't intended to hit Besef. And the fan's strike hadn't been padded with a swift rush of Force energy. Nonetheless, Besef's reaction was swift, brutal, and sent the unfortunate fan flying a few seats back, landing in the crowd with a cry of dismay. Besef didn't waste time to see what the damage had been; he turned on his heel to survey the scene that had unfolded during his few seconds of distraction. As Seraphim's orders sounded at his ear, he nodded and scanned the area. "Be quick. If they didn't know where we were before, they most certainly do, now. Or they know where to look, at least." Even as he spoke, direct movement from the corner of his eye drew his attention towards the highest row of seats, where several uniformly-clad figures were rushing towards the epicenter of commotion, each holding what could only be a weapon. "Kriff," came Besef's mutter, before he spoke again, clearer this time. "Get the kids and get out, quick. There are at least four coming from my side of the stadium, I can slow them up and cover you, but we need to move. Now."