Old Chains for New

[ZabrakBustati]

He wouldn't need much help from the force as Bustati seemed to be in a pretty deep sleep. In fact she hardly moved, aside from the snores that trailed after one another and the occasional shift onto her good side. The operation regarding the attachment would go off without a hitch. She must have slept for fifteen or so hours and when she finally awoke she stretched out like a cat and yawned before blinking a time or two and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Hmmm?" Something felt, off? No, different? How was she extending?...Her gaze looked down to see the prosthetic Meco-Leg, a rather nice piece of equipment compared to what she had before. Her mouth dropped and indeed she was rendered speechless. She looked up and around the cabin of the ship, and then curiously placed both feet at the edge of the bed before pushing herself up and testing it out. It worked brilliantly, and for the first time in a long time Bustati actually smiled.

 

[Where]

Zaylow walked out from the other room wiping sweat from his brow, "Well, installing your leg wasn't easy, but at least its done..." He stated. Zaylow walked over to the pilot seat and set course for korriban. "It will be some time until we reach the planet, you'll need more training if you wish to survive the trials... So, go ahead and open up that 'box' I gave you earlier..."

 

[ZabrakBustati]

She gave a nod, "You have my gratitude." She said, no doubt enjoying the freedom this new leg gave her, with a foot and all, not a peg. She then listened further to what he had to say and looked back to the box that was still on the bed she had so recently woken from. She sat down and examined it for a time. How did one use said box? Did it open? Apparently not...Gradually, as she toyed with the thing she became increasingly frustrated. She was about to throw the thing across the room, until something happened, a figurehead projected in from one of the surfaces of the holograph, and began to preach of order, and the ways of the Jedi...She frowned, but listened, if anything, she'd get to know the enemy during their voyage.

 

[Where]

Zaylow grinned at the zabrak's expression. He set the ship to auto-pilot, and turned his chair around to speak to her. "Yes, I know its quite dull. However, it can assist in teaching you mastery of the force. I currently don't have any sith holocrons, they don't just hand these out ya know..." Zaylow tossed Bustati his lightsaber and said "Now ignite that lightsaber and follow the instruction's the holocron gives..."

 

[ZabrakBustati]

Bustati quirked a brow as she lended the old man formed from the hologram an ear. His methodology and his ideology were truly foreign to her, and the access she had incidentally made with the force earlier were nothing like what this man preached. She lifted her head some as Zaylow spoke, hand reaching up to once again catch the Light Saber with relative ease. After all he wasn't that far away from him. "But..." She began in protest. "I don't believe him." She stated quite frankly. "He sits here and blathers on about a calm mind, but I was not calm back in the desert. He speaks of using the Force only for defense, but if we are to wait for our enemy to smite us, well we are just asking for a death sentence are we not? He speaks of weakness. How do you do it? How do Sith do it? Surely if I am to be one, I cannot appear with such weak knowledge as these Jedi?" She said with a bit of a grunt.

 

[Where]

Zaylow was quite pleased with her reaction to this jedi's teachings. She could be easily be molded into a proper sith, if she would agree to the ways of darkness and hate. Zaylow spoke "That's exactly right, we sith use our emotions to harness the power of the force. Just remember this and someday you will be incredibly powerful... Peace is a lie! there is only passion. Through passion I gain Strength. Through strength I gain power. Through power I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken, the force shall set me free..." The words rolled off Zaylow's tong like the Empress herself said them. "Now that you understand the power of the force, its time for some practice... Use your rage and anger to levitate my lightsaber back to me." Zaylow thought she might need some 'encouragement', so he held out his right hand and sent a small bolt of force lightning at the girl's head. Hopefully this would spark her anger.

 

[ZabrakBustati]

Bustati listened as he spoke his words seeming to appeal to her, and she calmed giving a bit of a nod. What he said made a lot more sense then what old man from the box was yammering on about. Not that she had much time to process what those words meant in regards to her, when he seemed to give her a bit of instruction, instruction that was delayed in being carried out because suddenly she got ZAK-ED by sharp spur of lightning. Of course, her arm went up in reflex to the bit of light, but it was not really much of a help.

No instead her amber orbs were wide with shock, her black tendrils of hair parted ways and stood on end, and her horns tingled in a way that made her cringe, after all they were sensitive. Once her arm lowered from reflex, her hands went to her head and rubbed at the horns, each individually, leaving the light saber to her side. "Mmmrrggg..." She half groaned half growled as her skin still crawled, and as hands moved back to her sides those eyes went from wide to narrow. Then there was a bit of a smirk, spite was an interesting emotion. And half throwing, half using a bit of a push from the force, she flung the saber directly at his skull.

 

[Where]

Zaylow was impressed with how much progress the young girl had mad. As the saber flew toward his skull he simply reached out his hand, and stopped the weapon in mid air with the force. He raised an eye brow and asked "Now how did that feel, because I'm pretty sure your starting to get the hang of this."

 

[ZabrakBustati]

Bustati glared at him, a fire still ignited in her eyes, stemming from the depths of her soul. She was quiet for a moment, but with a release of a huff that should have been accompanied by a plumage of smoke, but wasn't, she reluctantly spoke, "It felt...good." She stated, the last word dying off with a whisper. She was not accustom to blowing off steam and not facing some sort of heat for it, needless to say in this moment, though it be small, there was a slight sense of victory.

 

[Where]

Zaylow decided the Bustati had fully grasped what he had taught her, using her hate and rage as power were quite effective tools. He also decided that the Zabrak was ready to learn telekinesis, a very basic technique which most force users could do with little effort. Zaylow used the force to levitate a small metal ball toward Bustati, and instructed her "Your next task is quite simple, you must lift this ball with the power of the force. Then use what power you have to crush it! It seems we only have a few minutes longer until we reach Korriban though, So do try to make it quick..."

 

[ZabrakBustati]

All talk and really no instruction left Bustati rather befuddled at the task, and clamoring to use what little she knew of the Force in order to complete a seemingly impossible task. Well impossible to the untrained mind. She took a breathe and glared at the ball, willing it to move and mixing such commands with obscenities when such action did not occur. Regardless it did not quite seem as easy a task as he had put it, and by the time she got the damn thing to float into the air, it made a bit of a jump and landed with a thud on the ground. Bustati's response, a defiant grunt, and a stubborn, "Didn't feel like crushing it..." As she looked away from both the item he had charged her with and him. Arms crossing.

 

[Where]

Zaylow grind and chuckled a bit, seeing the girl struggle reminded him of himself back when he was a padawan of the jedi. Zaylow reached out again and lifted the ball into the air with the force. He began crushing it and molding it into various shapes. "I'll try to explain this the bast I can, the use of the force is a hard thing to teach. The best way I could describe how to do this is: mentally put yourself next to the object your moving. For example if your trying to crush the ball with the force, imagine that you yourself are physically crushing in instead." With that Zaylow reformed the mass of metal into a ball and tossed it back over to Bustati.

 

[ZabrakBustati]

Bustati hesitated a glance out of curiosity his way. She did want to learn, she just stubbornly didn't want to admit defeat. The ball was tossed back her way and with a moment of hesitation, not wanting to embarrass herself she tried again. Indeed this time with the pressure of the Force enforced no less from her mind, it worked, the orb began to crack, but not quite crush, that would take time, and indeed the second she smiled due to her excitement over mild success, she lost her hold on the Force all together and the ball dropped, breaking in half.

 

[Where]

Zaylow was about to say something, when the ship suddenly dropped out of hyperspace. They had arrived on Korriban, the sith home world. Zaylow smirked and said to Bustati "It looks as if we have arrived... You did well for your first time I suppose, now lets get out of here..."
(OOC: end it after your post, the our next RP Red can greet us as her sith and we can squabble over you.)

 

[ZabrakBustati]

Bustati took a seat and buckled up as they seemed to be in for a bit of a rough landing, but even then her gaze moved to peer out into what would be her new home. She smiled Korriban didn't appear much different from Irridonis. As they landed and parted from the ship, her smile withdrew and a more serious expression took hold.