Open Dromund Kaas Firestarter

[Darth Caelestis]

OCC: Open to any Sith who wish to learn Pyrokinesis.

Artorigas sat on the floor in the corner of the room, his back lent up against the two walls out of direct sight of the door. The room sat deep within the corridors of the newly awakened Sith city of Kaas. The room itself was quite bare, durasteel upon durasteel only slightly different hues of grey differentiating the walls from the ceiling. Considering the apparent grandeur of the Sith Empire new and Old they were very boring in their choice of interior and exterior design, thought the Acolyte. He had seen a dozen grander homes back on Serenno and some from families with not even two credits to rub together. There was a few metal benches in the back half of the room near him and the door and the front half was open and clear. It has clearly been a room for teaching or perhaps worship of some apparent 'Divine Darth' in its old life though now like much of the capital it went empty and unused as the Empire slowly moved back to its historic capital. Artorigas assumed that with the fall of Sullust perhaps more of their kind will settle upon the ancient seat of power, itself in a much more defensible location than silly'ol Sullust.

Looking across the room the one thing that stood out more than Artorigas sat in the centre was the glowing fire in the middle off the open space. That was the subject of the day, the harnessing and control over the most devastating element in the galaxy 'Fire'. It was something he had desired to learn ever since his Old Master had told him about the ability to harness it, however the Old Man had no control over the substance himself, he was becoming more and more useless to the young Acolyte and he would soon become obsolete to him. He needed to find someone with greater knowledge and power soon otherwise his own would stagnate and that was not something you wanted within the Sith Eternal. Stagnation was a slow and painful death.

Like most of his time amongst the Sith, Artorigas wore his basic Sith Robes, black and dark brown but upon his face was a dull silver coloured helmet. The matt finish reflected hardly any light from the glowing fire and the rebreather sat within the mask let out a small hiss with every breath. The rebreather itself was not entirely needed yet it came with the mask and there was no need to remove it so he left it as is. The mask itself covered his entire face apart from his eyes, the glowing blue orbs were free of containment allowing him the most vision possible whilst behind the mask. He sighed as he waited, he was not the only one to take part in this lesson, at least one other was due to train with him. He pulled out a holopad from his internal pocket and began flicking through whatever state sponsored news was available at the time. The reception down here was terrible so it was only the stuff which had updated before he came down ten minutes ago but there was some interesting pieces on the AMS outbreak and some pod racing results, it would kill the time whilst he waited.

@Wit

 

[Marasi]

Marasi served at the pleasure of her Masters, even if that entailed tasks she did not consider worthy of her time. But to be Sith was to seek power, and getting on the good graces of those who held more power than her was also a way to gain power. At least till she was strong enough to not need them.

She had requested a Sith Master to teach her, but instead of receiving lessons she had been sent here. It seemed she was not the only one who had tried to seek knowledge from the Master, and irritated by the pestering of acolytes she had sent them all here. To figure it out themselves.

Entering the room she spotted the fire burning at its center, and felt herself gravitating towards it. It was when she was standing in front of the dancing flames that she spotted the masked figure. "You are the one who seeks to learn?" She asked as she reached out a hand to feel the warmth of the flames, before making a small ball jump onto her hand, floating there harmlessly. She had always been fascinated with fire, and already had some modicum of ability with it. But today was about taking that further, much further. "You seek power over fire?"

@Braden Drake

 

[Darth Caelestis]

Artorigas did not know what to expect, he knew he would not be training alone and with another Acolyte no less but for some reason he had thought his companion in this would be, well different from the young girl? Women? Who was now standing before the fire in front of her. Her manner of speech was also strange, perhaps Basic was a second tongue or maybe communication just wasn't as free flowing where she came from, or she was just a cryptic person. Either of them could be true he assumed.

Pushing himself off from the ground he stretched out, a few pops in his back released some pressure and made him feel a whole let better. "Knowledge over Fire, is how I prefer to word it." He said taking the ten or so steps to cross from the back of the room to the clearing by the flame. "To know fire, to understand it, how it works, how it is manipulated. That is what I seek, I have seen fire forced from its natural form before. And it only ends badly." Forest fire were a thing upon Serenno during the hot summer months and many people had tried to use force to divert the flames and it only ever ended in more devastation.

He looked down at the small ball of fire within her hand. "I was told that we were to self teach, that we could not exit until we could extinguish and reignite this flame with nothing but The Force." He looked back and saw a pair of eyes in the darkness beyond the corridor, someone was watching but from where they originated he could not know, it was clearly not his own master, he was to useless for this. Perhaps this women's? "Though I see you already have some control over it. Can you show me? Then hopefully we can both master this before dinner." He smiled for some unknown reason, out of habit he expected through the girl, women, would never see it.

@Wit

 

[Marasi]

Marasi listened as he spoke, not showing an outward reaction to his words but staring intently at the flame before them. To extinguish the flame and reignite it. The fire burning before them was larger than anything she had ever managed, so it was definitely going to be a challenge. She could already think of ways to try to extinguish it with the Force alone, a sufficiently powerful push could probably cut starve it sufficiently to do the job. But she got the feeling that was not the way they were supposed to approach this.

"Fire," she began in reply to her companion in this venture, "is simple to understand. It is in some ways passion given form. If you can understand your passion you can understand fire. Some need to understand the science behind it, but I have never felt the need. It might be different for you, and if it is then it might limit what I can teach you, but I can share what I know."

She held out her hand, with the small ball of fire burning above it, towards him, offering it to him. "Try not to control it, but rather tempt it. Your passion gives you strength, let that strength invite the flames to you. Just as passion burns within a Sith, this fire burns without, if you can make one relate to the other you can form a bridge that will link you to it. And that will give you control over it. The greater your passion, the greater your strength. The greater your strength," she tilted her head to glance at the fire burning at the heart of the chamber, "the more you can control."

@Braden Drake

 

[Darth Caelestis]

The women made sense, many philosophers had attributed fire to passion and vie versa the fact that they were actually very close to the truth was not surprising. His worry was that he had passion but did it guide him, he was unlike many of his brethren in that his emotions had not pushed him here, to the Sith and the Dark Side. Only the strength which being amongst them gave him, the title of Sith, was what he was after not the power of the Dark Side.

This would be testing, he would not call himself a passionate man, but he was not without desire and commitment. Perhaps that was his passion, not intense love, anger, suffering. Artorigas closed his eyes on concentrated on that what he desired, the strength and power to be his own master, to throw off the shackles of his father. He felt something rise inside of him, it was the recognisable warmth of The Force. Unlike what he would normally do he did not try to control it but let it flow naturally, it moved around his body before flowing towards his hand.

He felt the tendrils reach out through the space between him and flame sat on the women's hand. It poked and prodded at the flame before wrapping itself around it and then slowly pulled it across from her hand onto his own. Artorigas could see this all through his minds eye, once the flame sat on his hand he opened his eyes. Within a second he felt the natural control begin to slip, he tried to correct with force but the flame quickly fizzled away. "Looks like I need more practice."

@Wit