(PAO) Pulled Into Chaos(Obelisk's training)

[Dread]

His eyes half closed, reaching out with the force. To touch someones mind seemed only natural to the 'Angel of Death' - a title of which he had granted himself; to reach out and touch a mind in order to twist reality was another thing all together. A skill which Angel utilized where others rejected.

Above Angel's new apprentice a sky painted across the training room's ceiling and a sudden thunderous roar boomed. A thick bolt of lightening struck downwards, breaking loosely into a shape that represented a claw; lightening's claw dug down upon the floor, splitting the room into two. Half the room swirled in a whirl pool surrounded by a black ocean - the sea filled with hundreds of tornadoes. The other side of the room seemed unscathed by the reality that Angel casted. Only small reminisce of his reality leaked out of the portal; the sounds. Soft whispers chuckled between winds bellowing breath of air at dangerous speeds, water slapping in movement against it.

A cloaked alien figure walked atop of the water from inside the reality out to the edge of it, defying gravity. The cloak's ends longer then the figures arms and legs. Cuffs hung inches past the figures fingers, the end of the cloak dragged behind the figures legs and feet over top of the water. A hood unnaturally pulled over face to a point nothing could be seen past it. On all ends of the cloak the fabric tattered into thousands of threads. In the aliens black fingers left hand, cupped a silver and lengthy lightsaber hilt, half covered by the threads. From the hilt a destructive beam of silver shot out. The end of the beam so long it touched and burned deep into the ground below, sending smoke wayward from wind. It's sparkling beam of silver seemed to send off tiny flacks of snow that floated down against the wind. When the flacks touched down on the ground they burned just as the beam itself.

The figure stood, wordless, challenging the apprentice. Watching for reaction or action to Angel's presence.

 

[FallenKeeper]

Vord stood in the chamber, watching in awe as reality was fractured. With a crack of lightning towards the ground an ethereal figure appeared ahead of him, wielding a silver shaft in its hand. A lightsaber. The blade ignited with a snap hiss, digging into the floor. A cascade of flakes emanated from the silver hued beam, reminding Vord of snow and ice flakes.

Behind his black mask Vord's face was set in stone. Everything was new to him but he knew well enough not to be suprised by anything. He had found the answers to his questions and in the process was led to the enclave. His force sensitivity had been made known to him and the offer to join seemed too convenient not to embrace.

His robes fluttered as he held his arms out to the side, a black and silver hilt in his right hand. With a snap hiss of his own Vord ignited his silver lightsaber and brought it forth to take the challenge presented. At this point it was hard for him to understand whether he was being trained in lightsaber combat, something he knew little of, or the force itself, something he knew next to nothing about.

 

[Dread]

...And so challenge was met.

The Angel's world absorbed the rest of the room around them - both figures stood atop of the water, in between tornadoes and the ever moving pool. Not only would his world serve as a distraction, but it also could be used to attempt to intimate. The whirlpools swirls started to follow a pattern - making one round for each heartbeat of his apprentice. That very heart beat would grow from a quiet thump from within his chest until the world around them was almost overwhelmed in it's beat.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

It was obvious Obelisk had no advanced training, and from the way he gripped his saber he had no form. It didn't matter. His apprentice had to either play a long, or be struck down. Angel had that right - he could kill whom he saw fit, one of the very few within the enclave who rights held above the average member. Obelisk took on a dangerous master - but Angel did rarely kill without orders unless necessary.

He glided forward along the ocean, ripples moving outward as he did - saber held to his left side dragging watertop as it slanted downward. Angel let out a single slash, horizontally from right jugular to left hipbone. His speed unassisted by the force, giving time to Obelisk to react or, if he was clever enough, to study Angel execution of Makashi.

 

[FallenKeeper]

Vord, or Obelisk as he was now known in the enclave, ignored the changing of the room. Not to say that he wasn't confused or impressed but the lightsaber coming at him seemed to be plenty more important than the scenery. Placing his right leg back and across his left he sprung to the side, narrowly avoiding the deliberate strike. His orange eyes watched the elegant movement of blade and arm as they passed him. The heat from the silver beam serving as a notice: this is real.

Obelisk imitated what he had seen, bringing his lightsaber upwards in an angle guiding from his opponent's right knee to upper shoulder. His distance from springing would prove to be too far.

 

[Dread]

This was Angel's first apprentice since he had been brutalized by Ledo; tortured to a brick of breaking by the dark grandmaster - in order to simply gain Wraith's attention. Leading only to Angel's own enslavement to Ledo by agreement of Wraith. So when the heat swung close past the shoulder where Ledo's blade had first dug in - Angel was momentarily distracted, body tensing not out of fear but reaction to the burning of his shoulder by memory.

Angel twisted his body around to face his apprentice, power bursting out of his very essence outwards to push Obelisk back, reacting in accordance by speeding forward at Obelisk to make up any ground. Carrying out a precisely aimed feint towards his opponents thigh from a lower left angle - only at the last moment to switch targets by moving his blade straight up then across from his left shoulder across his body again, stopping near the opposite side's thigh. Again, when his lightsabers actual slash was initiated he would slow it down.

 

[FallenKeeper]

The sudden force caught Obelisk off guard and sent him back several feet and he barely managed to keep his balance before Angel was closing in again. Instinctively he brought the lightsaber up in defense as he prepared for impact. Something in his gut told him to wait then strike and as always he listened to instinct.

Obelisk's perception was keen as he predicted the feint and moved the weapon's silver blade to meet Angel's true strike. With a hasty block the apprentice pushed himself away and swung at his opponent's left thigh, hoping to knick it. Fencing was something he had practiced and using a lightsaber was starting to feel oddly similar except for the lack of weight on the blade.

 

[Dread]

Angel brought his deflected saber's length just slightly above head height, bent arm with elbow pointed to the floor, to his left, using the momentum of the reflecting backwards as a aid from the point it had been brought back too to merge into a defensive move. Swinging a short and swift force enhanced slice down and over his opponents silver beam to redistrict it's path downward. Following it's path with his own lightsabers blade, until Angel's blade end would dig into the ground once more, sizzling against the actual metal of the floor that the ocean illusion covered. Attempting the move to hold Obelisk's blade in place, crossed trapped under the pressure for a moment of time. Angel stood in dominance before Obelisk, waiting for which movement he would choose to retaliate with. But as he waited his right hand rose to the space between the two, the air around Angel's fingers snapped and hissed. Lightening formed and charged out forward, filling the space with heat and danger - aimed straight at Obelisk's chest, and any limb that got in the way. Angel current of lightening only momentarily charged so that it would be painful if contact was made - but not even close to deadly.

 

[FallenKeeper]

Obelisk felt something tell him to duck after his lightsaber was pinned and he listened. With a grunt he shifted his weight downwards and dove to the left just as a wave of force lightning came at him. But there was no way he could avoid the entire attack and the bulk of it struck his right side as he pushed off the ground.

His face, though hidden, contorted as arcs of pain shot through his arm, the electricity surging through his lightsaber and making the blade glow bright and crackle. The blade suddenly shrank back into the hilt as the robed zabrak hit the ground with a loud thud. The illusory water rippled as his heart began to pump.

Instinctively he knew he needed time to stand and with a burst of pain thrust out his left arm and tried to use the force to push Angel back and give himself time to recover and regain his footing. But damn did it hurt!

 

[Dread]

All sounds simultaneously stopped as Angel stepped backwards into the wave of the force push - toe to heel - ripples soundlessly casted out from his boots pressure. When Angel stopped, only the sounds of rushing water pushing against wind returned. Calming the mood he portrayed, yet the world around them remained chaotic in nature.

Thoughts projected out from the Angel of Death; the 'voice' of which he projected monotoned in a masculine med-tone voice - riddled with the softness of a whisper, Why are you here? He paused, Does.. ambition rule you? Or the loneliness of a wanderer bring you here too quell such 'emotional' needs that require people like you to have order and companionship?

His muscles relaxed, snowing sparks of his silver bane's beam tipped down to the floor. Burning at it's tip to send smoke up with the signature hiss that seemed to relate to Angel's presence. A sound he expected his student would soon relate Angel too.

 

[FallenKeeper]

Obelisk stood with the moment he gained, a dull pain wracked his right arm with no sign of receding. With strain he extended his lightsaber forward and ignited it once again. The words in his mind seemed to nudge at him, pulling his deepest thoughts to the surface as if to remind him of what he had survived.

"I am here because my path brought me here, I follow my instincts and they have never failed me. My ambitions are to understand the Force, so that I can understand myself." He projected his voice firmly and full of conviction into his master's mind. Telepathy was the one ability he had learned quick, having been taught during his journey to the enclave.

The floor rippled as he focused on Angel and stepped lightly to the side, patiently awaiting his master's response whether telepathic or physical. One thing he knew, he had learned a new ability of the Force.

 

[Dread]

Stone cold faced; Angel had no real interest in this man, but neither did he in all humanoids that did not see the world the way he did, Instincts...tell me...what do your instincts tell you about me? It was not a question posed out of vanity. Angel would probe to see how far this 'Obelisk's' force senses could reach. He also intended to start testing other areas of his apprentices abilities in regards to those senses; which could be any number of things. These base skills, senses and perceptions, could grow into some stronger skills - they would be a starting point.

Agreeing with himself where his training would lead, Angel's image then blurred. As he stepped to the left side, with a heavy lift then stomp, six of his figures appeared in a circle around Obelisk. All of the figures turned to face towards Obelisk's location.

Let everything go...the force will be not just a part of you but a extension of your being. That extension will reach out and take what it wants from your victims mind.

 

[FallenKeeper]

Obelisk's orange eyes shifted between the seven figures, each one a likeness of Angel. Lightsaber at the ready, the apprentice shifted his stance. Holding his weapon with both hands he spun around slowly with the blade up at the ready. The silver glow of the beam cast a streak along his dark robe.

"They say be wary." He answered mentally before heeding his master's words in his mind. He let go of it all, his questions, doubts, fears. He was not Vord Korze the zabrak freighter captain. Obelisk was who he had become. He extended his senses, as if he had done it before, and swerved to face one of the figures.

The water rippled around his dark boots as he slowly advanced and changed stances once more. He held the lightsaber to his side and downwards, the tip digging into the floor with a distinct sizzle, mimicking Angel. He lunged forwards and to the left, a feint, and jerked right to bring the blade up and across from his target's left knee to shoulder, fully confident he had beat the illusion.

 

[Dread]

Angel's eyebrow raised as his apprentice mimicked his stance to the point his lightsaber dug into the ground. As Angel commonly used his duel-phase hilt in battle, he was used to letting his saber 's beam sluggishly drag along the ground. But for this apprentice to do so as well was only lead Angel to another conclusion; he would have his apprentice build a saber hilt with the likeness to Angel's.

Feeling the approach of Obelisk Angel brought his blade up slightly, twisting his wrist up then flicking it sideways to the left, blocking and redirecting Obelisk's attack to his knee. The extra length of his blade made him require minimal movement with extra cover - a advantage to make up for some disadvantages to a lengthy hilt design. Once deflected Angel swung his blade inwards towards Obelisk's left side ribs. If contact was made, Angel's hold would just hover above the side to burn him - but if the apprentice moved into the blade as Angel did...he would be cut in half.

 

[FallenKeeper]

Reacting was all Obelisk could do when the master parried his attack and countered with one of his own. The hum of the lightsaber drowned out the rustle of cloth as the apprentince carried his momentum and twisted to bring his lightsaber back up, his wrist was angled downwards, pointing the tip of his silver blade to the ground. Both beams crackled as they met.

The mask he wore clung to his face tightly, bonded by sweat to his skin. Obelisk's pants were muffled by his disguising visage. If Angel were physically stronger than him then the blade-lock would end in his favor, Obelisk had to change the balance of power with leverage. By dropping low he could shift leverage to his favor, but common sense was enough to keep the idea from crossing his mind. He could find himself vulnerable in such a position.

With a grunt he attempted to push forward and leap back, whether or not he succeeded would depend on his master's physical strength.

 

[Dread]

He wouldn't try to stop Obelisk from attempting his escape - he wouldn't with his body strength, that is. Angel was shorter and thiner then Obelisk. Hand-to-hand combat between the two, without the use of the force, would likely leave Angel outmatched. Instead, he used another force skill to aid him for that which he lacked. Using his telekinesis, force energies flowed from him, the particles deadly grip would feel like fingers warping around Obelisk's ankles mid-air, tightening as if made of iron. If making it to Angel's target, he would pull Obelisk forward - opposite of the way he was escaping too. A move only made deadly if the opponent was air born. If Obelisk should fall backwards then Angel would let go and swing a slash from Obelisk's right hip up across to his jugular.

 

[FallenKeeper]

Obelisk's ankles suddenly jerked opposite the direction he attempted to jump back. He fell backwards with a soft thud, his back smacking flat on the ground. He kept his eyes on Angel and brought his lightsaber up to meet his master's. Reaching out with the same arm he pushed at Angel once more as well as kicked up at his abdomen as well, in case his push was ineffective again.

"I can feel it! An extension of myself," Obelisk rolled to his left and stood when he'd had enough room to do so. With that recovery he faced Angel, the water rippled calmly at his feet.

 

[Dread]

All the figures of Angel shattered but one: the original. The black water ripped a line outwards beneath the solid mass of Angel as he slid back this time from his apprentices push, beam dragging along his side, sizzling through it's path. With quick footing work, a few steps back to keep his balance, he stood hunched. Though once at a complete stop he quickly recovered and straightened out.

You are...improving... Depending on how much this student understood Angel, it was possible - if there was a lack thereof - the monotone praise may fall on his ears as if it was a mock.

Angel's world around them began to flicker then fade, until all that was left of Angel's world was the painted on robes around Angel's body. He held that part of his illusion till the last moment, hesitant to let go. In time, the robes faded into obscurity then vanished. All that was left was the black Zabrak, standing a few feet before Obelisk, adorned in the same outfit. The difference between the two was the coloration their masks displayed; Angel's mask was painted with stings of color: grey, white, black. The string of colors angled across the face from right top to left bottom, all other spaces swirled around with a mixture of the strings. In the two gaps in the mask for his eyes, luminous crimson orbs glowed as burning ashes.

Now I am in your world...you have the advantage. He proclaimed, though his words may be met with little to no understanding. ...now, take these. Each time Angel spoke he would take all the time he wanted too.

Staring over at the wall, his eyes fixated on a bench. Atop of the bench, a velvet colored silk bag jerked until it slid across the chrome top, then hovered in the air till it was before Angel. Angel's right hand came up to cup the bottom of the silky bag, the sides of it relaxing as his force grip let it go. Though if one looked close, hundreds of tiny pointy bumps could be seen through the bags side, holding it stiff at some sides, causing it to displace awkwardly on top of Angel's palm. Angel's saber's beam withdrew into it's hilt with a soft hiss, the duel-phase hilt returning to Angel's belt with a snap as it fell in place.

Angel slid his left pointer finger along the top of the silk bag, the rest of his fingers curled up into his palm. The silver string that held the bag closed slid open with the aid of Angel's force power. Three small needles then hovered up from the inside of the bag - though the bag barely changed in shape, holding many more needles in order to keep standing. The three needles shot forward in a blur of speed, stopping just before the eyes of his apprentice.

 

[FallenKeeper]

Obelisk's eyes widened as they stared at the needle-points floating mere centimeters from his eyes. The level of control displayed by the master left him awed. He reached out with the Force and opened his palm. The still ignited lightsaber floated from his right hand as he reached for the needles with his left, something he had never done before.

The three needles began to shift, moving away ever so slowly as he contested Angel's power. Obelisk could feel the corners of his mouth stretching back as he strained to move the pieces of metal away and redirect them. With a -shwoomp- his lightsaber deactivated and remained floating from his open hand.

With a final push of energy he released a wave from his body across the room.

(Tacking on Telepathy, Force Push and Sense to his profile. Thinking the Force Wave will only happen once lol)

 

[Dread]

((OOC: You can just put Telekinesis, instead of Force Push. Or, "Telekinesis(Force Push, Pull)" etc By the way, the wave you sent out, did it effect the needles? ))

Once the three needles where under his apprentices control, Angel then let go of them. To continue his exercise, in controlling objects with the force, he brought out two more needles. This time they levitated to the left and right side of Obelisk's position, high enough that they hovered just below the ceiling. Simultaneously the two needles would snap forward, both directed at Obelisk's opposite shoulders. Angel's intentions differed from the last time he sent out needles, as he would keep the needles going forward. If Obelisk couldn't stress himself by stopping the needles in time, they would pierce his skin.

 

[FallenKeeper]

Obelisk sensed the two needles above him, as if he had always known they would be there. His hands launched upwards and spread apart. With the Force he snatched the needles from the air, letting the momentum continue until the points were pressing into the cloth of his gloves.

With another nudge of power he redirected them and sent them towards Angel, releasing his lightsaber from the grip of the Force. Before it could fall halfway to the ground he caught the hilt and held it firmly in his right hand. He thrust both of his arms forward and caught the backs of the needles mid-way to his master.