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Too often has Ark seen the Sith purchase priceless artifacts from sleaze bags that had undoubtedly stolen them from the buried tomes in the first place. It truly sickened Ark for the repetitive process to occur over and over again without much change. Unfortunately, the countless burial sites that have been long lost under the surface of Korriban were discovered by these dirt bags more often than our own.
Grave robbing was only the first straw, but to sell it back to who you've stolen in from, and claiming that they weren't the ones to have stolen them in the first place... It ate at Ark's very existence. Fortunately, Ark finally had his opportunity to do something about it. Go undercover to an Empress class space station, in the outer rim, named Goliath; Seek the unnamed sellers of the stolen artifacts. Gain access to these artifacts and send the specs to our curator. If they are indeed Sith artifacts, steal them and return them without linking it back to the Sith.
To Ark, that spelled a vast range of possibilities for achieving the goal. Ark was already committed to training the local Acolytes. This would be an excellent opportunity for them to practice one skill in particular.
Though Ark wasn't as Assassin Class Crusader, he still had a fair range of skills that have progressed enough to prepare any Acolyte looking to be an Assassin in the future. Force Stealth was the main skill.
The ship's engines made a low hum as the interior of the ship echoed with it. The silence in the room was rather pleasant and both Evir Duine and Kathrin awaited for Ark to come into life from his meditation. Motionless, Ark knelt on the cold floor of the empty room. They'd been travelling to an unknown destination for hours now, and Ark simply meditated the entire time. It wouldn't be a surprise to feel the anxiety or impatience of either of them as they travelled ignored. After all, Ark was supposed to teach them something.
It was only the exact moment he heard a sound from either of them that he'd make his move. By the sound, regardless of whom it's from, of complaints or questioning, Ark would vanish from thin air. Not only would he physically vanish from sight, but his Force signature would vanish like the flicker of a candle blown out. They could search the Force all they want, but they wouldn't be able to feel his signature until he chose to reveal himself. It was only under the cover of the Force would Ark's silent footsteps allow him to walk about the room unseen, unheard, and unknown. And by the whisper of the Force into the Acolytes' minds, Ark spoke to them, "Through the many senses you may possess, there is always a way to conceal your presence, even if only to a certain degree. Those practiced enough, and actively seeking you will always find a way, but when your victim never expects it, you will essentially become a phantom. The greatest threat to seeking you would be that of the Force sensitive. Your Force signature can identify you easiest. It is a blazing aura of your very being, and it is much like a beacon, when uncontrolled, broadcasting your position, emotions, and even your intentions. However, to conceal your Force signature by means of the Force, you must first be able to recognize your own Force Signature; What it means, how it's perceived, and what is consists of," Ark finishes his introduction.
Ark continues to mask his every perceivable presence, and continues instructing the students of the Force, "Meditate now and figure out what your Force signature is. What emotions does it portray? What identifies you?" And Ark knows that it will sound weird, but he will ask them a question on viewing their own Force signatures that seems almost too literal, "What color is it?"
Grave robbing was only the first straw, but to sell it back to who you've stolen in from, and claiming that they weren't the ones to have stolen them in the first place... It ate at Ark's very existence. Fortunately, Ark finally had his opportunity to do something about it. Go undercover to an Empress class space station, in the outer rim, named Goliath; Seek the unnamed sellers of the stolen artifacts. Gain access to these artifacts and send the specs to our curator. If they are indeed Sith artifacts, steal them and return them without linking it back to the Sith.
To Ark, that spelled a vast range of possibilities for achieving the goal. Ark was already committed to training the local Acolytes. This would be an excellent opportunity for them to practice one skill in particular.
Though Ark wasn't as Assassin Class Crusader, he still had a fair range of skills that have progressed enough to prepare any Acolyte looking to be an Assassin in the future. Force Stealth was the main skill.
The ship's engines made a low hum as the interior of the ship echoed with it. The silence in the room was rather pleasant and both Evir Duine and Kathrin awaited for Ark to come into life from his meditation. Motionless, Ark knelt on the cold floor of the empty room. They'd been travelling to an unknown destination for hours now, and Ark simply meditated the entire time. It wouldn't be a surprise to feel the anxiety or impatience of either of them as they travelled ignored. After all, Ark was supposed to teach them something.
It was only the exact moment he heard a sound from either of them that he'd make his move. By the sound, regardless of whom it's from, of complaints or questioning, Ark would vanish from thin air. Not only would he physically vanish from sight, but his Force signature would vanish like the flicker of a candle blown out. They could search the Force all they want, but they wouldn't be able to feel his signature until he chose to reveal himself. It was only under the cover of the Force would Ark's silent footsteps allow him to walk about the room unseen, unheard, and unknown. And by the whisper of the Force into the Acolytes' minds, Ark spoke to them, "Through the many senses you may possess, there is always a way to conceal your presence, even if only to a certain degree. Those practiced enough, and actively seeking you will always find a way, but when your victim never expects it, you will essentially become a phantom. The greatest threat to seeking you would be that of the Force sensitive. Your Force signature can identify you easiest. It is a blazing aura of your very being, and it is much like a beacon, when uncontrolled, broadcasting your position, emotions, and even your intentions. However, to conceal your Force signature by means of the Force, you must first be able to recognize your own Force Signature; What it means, how it's perceived, and what is consists of," Ark finishes his introduction.
Ark continues to mask his every perceivable presence, and continues instructing the students of the Force, "Meditate now and figure out what your Force signature is. What emotions does it portray? What identifies you?" And Ark knows that it will sound weird, but he will ask them a question on viewing their own Force signatures that seems almost too literal, "What color is it?"