Kid friendly

[Bubák]

Avreet took Vyrzen to Korriban, wanting to show him one of the most important planet for the Sith. While personally disliking it, the Crusader hoped the boy would learn something new on his own. Vyrzen was free to go wherever he wanted, except for the ancient tombs and the city of Dreshdae, the first full of deadly traps, the latter full of bastardly Sith 'purebloods'. Those red skinned jerks prided themselves on their pure blood and red skin, thinking they were above others because of that, but they had surprisingly many human features. Of course, when asked, they revealed one of their ancestors was a human. Typical. Avreet definitely did not want those people to poison Vyrzen's mind, so in the end, the best option for the kid was going through the archives, studying history and combat techniques he was interested in.

Each day, the Crusader and his apprentice practiced the Force powers Vyrzen knew aboard Your Grave, improving the kid's abilities. When Vyrzen's energy did not suffice to power Force abilities, the two sparred. Slowly, of course, very slowly, so the other one had enough time to react. The kid often found himself overwhelmed by dual Makashi, and Avreet had no intention of cutting his own apprentice to shreads during training just to show his incredible power like some Crusaders did.

This day was special though. Vyrzen did well on his last mission, unknowingly earning himself a reward. Avreet, sitting in a seat of his ship, played with something in his palms. After he opened his hand and revealed the mysterious object, it could be seen it was a purple lightsaber crystal, the one he had found during the last mission with his Master, when he was still just an Acolyte. He thought it'd make a great gift, especially since Vyrzen did not have a lightsaber yet. It'd be up to the Acolyte to refine the crystal and make it usable, but Avreet had faith in the kid and the archives were full of material focusing on building a lightsaber. The Mon Calamari had used it himself when creating his first lightsaber, one of the twins hanging on his belt.

Feeling the Acolyte returning to the ship, the only place he could call home, Avreet stood up and went to greet him, meeting him in the meditation/training room. Perfect. Levitating the purple crystal into the kid's hands, he smiled, "This is your reward for doing well on the mission. Take your time when attuning it to your Force signature and building a lightsaber. The weapon will be your life. Before you do it though, let's put your joy to some use." Avreet stopped smiling and knelt down to the metal floor in his typical meditating pose. "What do you know about Force lightning?" That was going to be the only thing Vyrzen was going to learn today, dedicating the rest to constructing his signature weapon.

 

[Negative Blessing]

Vyrzen walked around the Temple on Korriban looking at the various statues of Sith Lords past and present and even took time to visit the archives that was famous for its over abundance of knowledge of the Force and the Dark Side. One tome in fact called to him and it was a reference on how to build a lightsaber. Vyrzen, still in possession of the training saber, read the tome front to back; twice. He had a general idea of how to build one and though most components could be acquired here on Korriban, the main component he would not be able to obtain was the crystal that gave his blade the colour and definition of the blade itself, mainly the width. But he would not allow that to stop him from constructing his first lightsaber and he knew which one he would sport, a double bladed lightsaber.

He left the archives and walked around the grounds of Korriban keeping an eye on the other Acolytes who trained hard to impress a true Sith to take them on as an Apprentice. Vyrzen was grateful that he had been chosen quickly so that he could study the ways of the Dark Side and in spite of his young age, he would grow powerful over time. His Master, Crusader Avreet Zatarus, was a powerful Sith and he would learn everything he could from the Mon Calamari.

After walking around for a few hours talking with other Acolytes and doing a bit of sightseeing, he made his way back to his Master's ship to continue his training. Their mission together had proven to be eventful and he had learned how to harness his powers, control his anger, and to kill only when necessary.

Vyrzen entered the training room to meditate and soon after felt his Master enter the room. Vyrzen saw a purple crystal in his Master's hand then through telekinesis it was moved toward him. Vyrzen had been presented with a gift form his Master and last component he would need to construct his own lightsaber. "Thank you Master. I have been studying up on how to build a lightsaber and I will work to attune this crystal to me," Vyrzen responded while holding the crystal in his hand.

Master Zatarus sat in his meditation pose then inquired what he knew about Force Lightning. Vyrzen had seen the power used before but he did not know much about it but what he did know he said, "The only thing I can safely acknowledge about Force Lightning Master is that it feeds on your darker emotions such as anger and hate to make it more powerful. Also, it can be made to kill or wound or punish or install fear. Other than that Master, I'm blind to the concept of it."

 

[Bubák]

Avreet nodded. His apprentice was not entirely wrong, Force lightning truly used anger and hate, but who to limit oneself just to two emotions? "Hate, anger, love, fear, pain, passion, apprentice. That is what makes Force lightning so powerful, that is what allows us to control the Dark Side and release it from our fingertips. You already control your emotions fairly well, so learning how to use them to bend the Force to your will won't be that hard. I am afraid to learn what kind of power you can wield, you have to experience it yourself though. Only then you will realize how to carefully handle real power instead of needlessly showing it off."

Avreet casually raised his hand and released a stream of Dark Side energy bound by the Mon Cal's inner passion. The blue and purple energy hit the young boy, almost immediately forcing him to his knees due to an incredible pain, the Dark Side controlled by the Crusader coursing through his body, letting him taste the power he would wield at the end of the lesson. Not wanting to hurt the boy too much, the Mon Calamari stopped casting the Dark Side after a while, giving the boy time to catch a breath and deal with what he had just experienced. "Save the pain and anger for later, apprentice."

"This is the Dark Side, apprentice. So devastating and powerful, but never forget it is equally dangerous to yourself just as it's to your opponents," Avreet shower Vyrzen his hand, the fingers on his right hand with slightly charred fingertips, "If you channel the Dark Side through your body, you need to expect consequences. Slightly burned fingers are nothing compared to the rotting corpses of some more powerful Sith who lost themselves in the Dark Side. The hate and anger, the devastating power inside you twists your body and also your very soul. As such, use the Dark Side with caution. If you use it all the time, you will become it's slave, no longer being the master."

"That is why I want you to be able to rise above your emotions. If your judgement is clear, you see when to stop, and you can control the intensity of Force lightning. If you're interested, I'll teach you how to use less powerful version of Force lightning that does not require the Dark Side or emotions to work, but all in due time. Imagine you are using the emotions to guide the Force in your body into your hands. Imagine the incredible power, begging for release, feel the tickling in your fingertips. I want you to release it all, an uncontrolled mix of passion and the Force formed into Force lightning."

The Mon Calamari then anxiously watched Vyrzen, hoping to see blue sparks in the young apprentice's hands.

 

[Negative Blessing]

"So all our emotions fuel our passion and strength in the Dark side of the Force, not just anger and hate. I understand now Master. I will remember this Master and work to infuse my other emotions like pain, fear, and even love in to my passion, Vyrzen said once again feeling smarter from his Master's words. He had no idea that those emotions of love, fear, and pain could be made to bend to his will and when called upon, make him powerful especially when using Force Lightning.

Then to the young Zabrak's surprise, he saw then felt the effects of lightning as it hit him square in the chest dropping him to his knees and gasping for breath. The pain he was feeling was something like he never felt before and he swore he could smell his flesh smoldering a bit from the Dark Side power. But as soon as it was there, it was gone. Taking what his Master had said, he swallowed up the pain and anger keeping it in reserve for when the time came for him to need it.

When Vyrzen finally rose to his feet again he saw the charred fingertips on his Master's hand and Vyrzen glanced down at his own hands imagining what they would look and feel like after he used Force Lightning. He smiled to himself. "No Master. I want to learn the true form of Force Lightning and I will heed your words. I will not allow the Dark Side to enslave me after I have been working so hard to break my chains of limitations. And Master, I will use the nature of the Dark Side with extreme caution."

Vyrzen looked around the room to see something he could use to t4st his power on and saw a broken down training droid against the wall. That would suffice enough to serve his purpose. Stretching his left hand out, he spread his fingers apart and called on the emotions of anger and pain that he held in check. Mixing those two emotions into the Dark Side of the Force, he felt the tips of his fingers tingle and then burn slightly but the pain in his fingertips only fueled his passion more.

Suddenly the room echoed with the all to familiar sound of crackling electricity and from Vyrzen's fingertips erupted the blue and purple energy. Vyrzen poised himself as he directed the lightning toward the droid and soon the obsolete droid was engulfed with the energy. The chassis shook and shuddered until Vyrzen stopped the power.

Looking at his smoldering fingertips he said, "Amazing."

 

[Bubák]

Avreet watched his apprentice with great satisfaction. So young, yet able to cast Force lightning, to bend the Force to his will. He'd make a fine Crusader one day. Standing up, Avreet clapped his hands a few times. "Bravo, my apprentice, bravo!" he laughed, then pointed at Vyrzen again and released a short burst of the purple energy, hitting the boy again. "But never forget there is always someone more powerful than you. Force lightning is an amazing power, one to be feared and respected, but keep in mind that although majority of your enemies won't know how to use it, almost every Sith knows how to do the basics, just like you. Know that your opponent knows."

"After you build a lightsaber, practice Force lightning on wild animals living on this planet. You need to learn how much intensity you can put into it, so you know how much energy you need to release to kill or incapacitate your opponents. And remember, despite the way it looks, it is not electricity as many Sith think. No, the blue or purple sparks coming out of your fingers is the energy of the Force, bend by your emotions. It will only hit what you want it to hit, so you won't hurt yourself or anyone else if you cast it into a metal floor. You can actually hold an object you are pouring Force lightning into without being hurt. It is your Force energy coming out of you, with your emotions, so it is up to you what's it going to strike and how painfully."

The Mon Calamari walked up to the destroyed droid, examining it. He could see and feel the Dark Side licked the metal framing of the training machine, so it was of no use anymore. Avreet levitated it towards Vyrzen. "Take it, maybe you'll be able to salvage something useful out of it. Now you're free to go, practice what you have learned and build a lightsaber. I'll be around, come to see me when you're done." Vyrzen was dismissed, knowing that to find Avreet, he just had to extend his senses and feel him, the familiar presence of the Mon Calamari shining like a beacon in darkness.

The young Crusader planned to put the Zabrak boy to a test, just like his Master did with him. Vyrzen was young, but powerful for a kid of his age, so Avreet believed he'd survive. Hopefully, the Mon Calamari did not want to start looking for another apprentice.

 

[Negative Blessing]

Again Vyrzen felt the effects form his Master's lightning but it did not hurt as bad as it did the last time. Perhaps his Master had not poured so much energy and emotions into this time. After listening to his Master he examined the droid himself and saw a black and red fixture on the droid. A thought came to him as he removed it and felt the texture in his hand. Yes, he could use this as the centre piece and handle for his lightsaber. He bid his Master farewell and took his leave.

He entered the workshop after purchasing all the pieces he would need for his lightsaber. He began to craft, paint, and assemble the lightsaber adding all the parts associated with it. Then he took the crystal from his pouch, the one that his Master gave him and the one he spent hours with attuning it to his own Force signature while corrupting the colour turning it from purple to blood red. He added an emitter that will make his blade more wider causing more damage and harder to block. He held up his weapon in his hand and was filled with a sense of pride and accomplishment. He thumbed the activation stud and one blade emerged from one side then he hit the activation stud again and the other blade hissed from the other side. He twirled it around a bit then shut it down and clipped it to his belt.

With his lightsaber now built, he exited the Temple to seek out creatures to test his new power on. He wanted to know how much power he needed to kill, to maim, or simply punish. At first, he poured to much emotion into his power and killed several creatures but with each kill, he began to understand how much energy to use. Now he was able to kill at will or simply wound the animal. He spent a couple of more hours honing his new power and his other powers as well. He was becoming complete.

He returned to the Temple and used the Force to find his Master. He quickly picked it up and headed toward his Master who was in the Temple's cafeteria. Seeing his Master sitting at a table and eating something he could not decipher, he took a seat across from his Master and placed his lightsaber on the table. "My lightsaber Master. And I have learned how to control my Force Lightning so that when I use it I won't simply kill my opponents or hurt myself in the process."

 

[Bubák]

Before being able to finish his meal, Avreet felt his apprentice approaching. That had to mean he was successful, so Avry stopped eating and glared at the Zabrak with his large fishy eyes. The boy took a seat opposite of him, placing his lightsaber on the table. "Nice." Avreet said and stood up, leaving the meal unfinished, taking the lightsaber into his hand. It could be seen it was made by a Sith, the design clearly having the typical features common on many Sith lightsabers. Even the boy's presence could be felt deep from the lightsaber, the crystal resonating as if it was Vyrzen's beating heart. Pressing the button and igniting both blades, Avreet watched the beautiful beams of pure energy. The Mon Calamari twirled it in his hand, using his Juyo experience not to kill himself. He did not know much about double bladed lightsaber combat, preferring the lightning fast dual lightsabers.

"Very good," nodded the Crusader, turned off the lightsaber and handed it over to Vyrzen again. "Follow me, apprentice." Leading Vyrzen out of the Temple, directly to the Valley of the Sith Lords. Sand creaked under their boots, their steps rhytmical, looking completely coordinated with each another. The day was coming to an end, the sun already retreating, making the sky pink and purple. Quite beautiful, but the two did not stop to enjoy the view, walking towards one of the tombs, until they entered the tomb of one of the famous Sith Lords, Marka Ragnos.

The two went directly to the burial chamber, Dark Side washing over them, promising them endless power. Avreet paid no attention to it, knowing the Dark Side was a great servant, but a terrible master. The place was poorly lit, as if the darkness extinguished the light, but that was perfect for the two assassins. Avreet turned on his heels, facing his young apprentice. The Mon Calamari's signature surprisingly seemed lighter than the surrounding area's, but so did Vyrzen's. "Apprentice Vyrzen," Avreet started, raising his hand and pointing to the left where a dark tunnel appeared after a wall slid to the side, "At the end of the tunnel lies the Chamber of horrors, and in there you will face your darkest fears. Learn how to use your fear to your advantage. You will go unarmed, but don't let your guard down. Even though I will stay here, you won't be completely alone." A smile twisted Avreet's lips.

This was the very same test Avreet faced as an Acolyte under Master Volitu, a Crusader at the time. He remembered the day fairly well, how the darkness finally showed him the way, made him overcome his fears and feel safe when hiding in it. The young Zabrak would have to go through the same test if he wanted to become an assassin.

 

[Negative Blessing]

Vyrzen was pleased that his Master was pleased with his new lightsaber. A lightsaber to a Sith is not just a weapon but an extension of one's self. Vyrzen began to follow his Master as he left his unfinished meal behind and led the young boy through the red sands of Korriban and eventually to the Valley of the Sith Lords. Vyrzen had only heard about them but this was his first time seeing them. It was said that they were dangerous and powerful in the Dark Side. Vyrzen could feel the power flowing from the tombs where the ancients now rested for all eternity and he allowed himself to open up to it but taken great care not to be overwhelmed by it and become a slave to the Dark Side.

They entered the tomb of Marko Ragnos and made a direct line to the ancient burial chamber. Vyrzen saw several small skulls belonging to various little creatures in the chamber and figured that the dreaded Tukata roamed through this tomb as rulers of the undead and feasting upon the living. Also, the chamber was barely lit and Vyrzen had to rely on the Force to "see" inside the chamber.

His Master turned to face him and pointed toward a tunnel that appeared after the wall slid away. Vyrzen could feel a cold rush of dark energy wash over and through him. Vyrzen nodded his head in understanding as he handed over his lightsaber to his Master. He indeed felt fear from the unknown but he would not fail now. He began to walk through the tunnel and he kept catching glimpses of some illuminating forms but when he would try to focus on them, they vanished without a trace. He buckled down and got a grip on his fears.

He entered the a great chamber, the one his Master referred to as the Chamber of Horrors, and prepared himself. But nothing happened. He turned around looking at the chamber yet nothing happened still. Then he began to hear voices bouncing off the chamber walls coming in all directions. He reached down for his lightsaber but remember he left it with his Master.

Then a female Zabrak with her head slightly severed emerged from the walls pointing a finger at him. Her mouth began to move but he could not hear any words. He took a step toward the apparition but from beside the female stepping from the walls was an older male Zabrak holding his head in his hands. Vyrzen felt the cold icy chill of fear run up and down his spine. Then like the two Zabraks that emerged, several females, Nightsisters, began to appear holding bloody weapons in their hands and laughing and pointing at Vyrzen. He was now scared and confused by the vision.

He fell to his knees as he struggled to maintain control of his fear and sanity when he heard a voice that was familiar to him but he did not know how. The female Zabrak began to speak in a soothing tone and at once he recognised the voice, it was his Mother. But how? He barely knew her, or did he know her at all? The male Zabrak's head began to speak and he understood that voice and it must belong to his Father. In unison, the two voices began to tell him that it was his fault why they had been killed by the Nightsisters and that it was know up to him to avenge them.

He shook his head "no" and began to take several steps on his knees away from the ghostly parents as his fear began to grip him tighter. Then he felt the ghostly Nightsisters move toward him and they at first taunted him again and then they began to hit him with the bloody weapons that were used to kill his parents. He closed his eyes and felt a tear trickle down his cheek. Then something changed inside him. It was as if the Dark Side was calling to him, singing to him, rocking him in a gentle lullaby with a song.

His fears were now bleeding into his anger and he rose to his feet. "I do not fear you.....any of you," he bellowed with a mixture of rage and fear. He had no weapon to use against these Nightsisters but he had the Force. He stretched out his hand and using Force Lightning he began to evaporate each Nightsister until they were all gone. He turned and faced his parents. "I do not know you two. you gave me away to the Nightsisters to be trained as their lap dog. I am not responsible for your deaths, you brought whatever happened to you on yourselves! You are not nor will you ever be my parents! Be gone!"

As with the Nightsisters he evaporated the images of his two parents, who were not only dead to him but where strangers to him as well, using Force Lightning. Once again the voices started up and he only began to laugh at them. "You are nothing but voices without bodies. I do not fear you and you can not harm me. I am Sith and I will bend you to my will, I will show you anger, I will show you hatred, I will bring you pain, and most importantly, I will turn your dreams to nightmares and you will know fear!"

The voices abruptly stopped and Vyrzen smirked. He left the Chamber of Horrors returning to his Master. "I have conquered my fears Master. In fact, I will use fear as a weapon against my enemies," Vyrzen said with a flicker of light in his eyes.

 

[Bubák]

When his apprentice returned, Avreet was sitting on the cold floor of the chamber, among the bones. The Mon Calamari did not ask what the boy had seen. It didn't matter. The most important thing was that Vyrzen survived, which meant he had overcame his fears and became stronger. What does not kill you makes you stronger, and that mattered twice as much for the Sith. Avreet silently watched as the boy approached him, reporting his success. The Mon Cal only responded with a knowing nod, as if the boy had not succeeded, he would have been dead, thus unable to report anything. The kid's eyes almost glowed with pride and achivement, and he had every right to be proud of it, just as Avreet was proud of Vyrzen not failing in his battle against fear.

Taking out Vyrzen's double bladed lightsaber, Avreet ignited it a second time this day. Motioning with his left hand to the apprentice to sit down, the Mon Calamari twirled the lightsaber around before speaking up. "I will explain the seventh form of lightsaber combat to you, apprentice. Juyo, the form that is rumored to be the most powerful, yet also the most dangerous to it's user. Imagine Force lightning in a lightsaber form. You have to be in control of your emotions to be able to effectively use form VII. Its is utterly unpredictable, which will suit you as an assassin. The strenght behind the form is using almost the same emotions as when casting Force lightning, that is hate, anger, fear, and making yourself a weapon, becoming one with the blade."

Waking up his anger, making it fuel his body, Avreet suddenly leaped to the far end of the chamber and started doing something that almost looked like an unique dance, the double bladed lightsaber twirling around in deadly swings, yet always missing the young Crusader. The movements were completely random and unpredictable, yet Vyrzen would be able to feel control in it, control Avreet used to maximize the effectivity of the form. Projecting an opponent, a random Sith, Avreet slashed at the man's mid-section, his striked fast and strong, then dashed to the right, the lightsaber threatening to slice off the Sith's legs, only to suddenly change direction and going through the opponent's face instead. Fueled by anger, the Mon Calamari stabbed the lightsaber to the ground, sending the powerful emotions through it, causing the ground to slightly tremble.

Turning the weapon off, Avreet turned around to look at the apprentice, having his typical calm expression. "That is Juyo. Your emotions guide your hand, which gives you more power and makes your attack more difficult to block. That is useful to help you overcome your physical weaknesses. If you meet a stronger opponent who uses more common lightsaber form, Juyo will even the battle. But always remember, control your emotions so they won't control you!" the Crusader returned the weapon to Vyrzen, "The form is popular among assassins, so if you meet one, chances are they are using this form. I guess that makes me unique, as I value the precision of Makashi, but to each their own. Juyo is useful for it's raw power and unpredictability, but also the speed with which it can end duels quickly. Practice it now, Vyrzen, then go to the sands of Korriban and kill six tu'katas. When you're done, meet me at the Temple."

Finished, Avreet turned and walked out of the tomb. It was almost night, making the sandy dunes bearable. Avreet did not go to the Temple though, he masked his presence and hid his body with Force cloak, waiting for the apprentice so he could watch him.

 

[Negative Blessing]

Vyrzen took a seat on the cold, hard ground of the tomb's floor crossing his legs and pushing away any distractions that threatened to invade his mind. He watched as his Master ignited his recently constructed lightsaber and twirl it around a bit before he began to lecture him about the lightsaber form known as Juyo. Vyrzen did not know much about the various forms other than that some displayed both strengths and weakness and it was up the user of the form to master it. So Juyo was a form associated with his emotions and it was those emotions that gave Juyo its true strength.

Vyrzen sat back and watched as his Master demonstrated the form by sparring a projection of another Sith. Vyrzen found himself sitting in awe at how the lightsaber was both unpredictable and deadly while the whole time Master Zatarus remained in control as he first slashed at the legs of the Sith as a feint attack only to jab the hot blade into the face of the Sith illusion.

"Yes Master," Vyrzen said rising to his feet and taking his lightsaber from the Mon Calamari Sith Crusader. When his Master was gone, he powered up the weapon and mocking what he just saw, he began to dance, twirl, and spin letting his emotions and the Force guide his hands as he imagined fighting a opponent. Vyrzen could feel the strength of the form as he became more and more comfortable using it. He was far from mastering it but the foundation had been built. He left the tomb of Marko Ragnos and headed toward the sand dunes to hunt down and kill six tu'katas.

It didn't take long for the hungry beasts to appear. Luckily for the young Zabrak he only met two right now and that was as good as a starting pointe as any. Thumbing the activation stud on his weapon, both blades emerged from the hilt as he fell into the Juyo form. He allowed his fear of being eaten alive rise above all other emotions and he attacked the tu'katas with ferocity killing the first with quick slash across its face then spun his weapon around and plunged the blade deep into the other tu'kata as it moved to attack him.

He killed two more just as easily as he did the first duo leaving him to find two more before returning to the Temple. He began to walk back toward the Temple in hopes of encountering the last two, which he did. The battle call was inside him and once more he allowed his emotions to dictate his movements. He dashed to the left of one of the beasts and with a strong and unpredictable jab, pierced the mouth of the tu'kata as it opened it to take a lunging bite at the young boy. Vyrzen twirled around and saw the last tu'kata, a big female with glowing eyes and saliva dripping from her mouth stalking him.

Vyrzen issued a vocal challenge to the animal and met the beast in the middle as they both charged for the attack. He dodged left bringing one of his blades up to defend against the snapping jaws, forcing the animal to take a step back and then Vyrzen unleashed hell on the beast. In three quick moves, Vyrzen severed the beast into three pieces leaving its carcass to feed the other tu'katas.

Vyrzen took one last glance at the dead creatures then clipped his weapon back to his hip and made his way toward the Temple.

 

[Bubák]

It was rather amusing to watch his apprentice trying to use the seventh form to defeat the bests, but the boy had managed to do so despite having no experience with Juyo at all. Quite impressive for someone so young, but on the other hand, the boy was trained in the ways of the Sith and had a real plasma blade now, so any other result of the test would have been disappointing. Quickly returning to the Temple before Vyrzen, Avreet found an empty training room and turned on the lights. There was no need to leave the room dark since the young Zabrak already knew Force cloak. Kneeling down and revealing his presence and signature to all, letting Vyrzen feel it, Avreet patiently waited for the boy to arrive.

When he did, Avreet stood up, staring into the kid's eyes. "Apprentice Vyrzen, why did you cut that animal into three pieces? Don't you think one well placed cut would be enough? You're pointlessly wasting your energy and unnecessarily prolong the creature's suffering." The Mon Cal Crusader said in an admonishing tone, frowning at the young boy for a second. "But you have completed your task. Sit down. You'll learn one more thing, so you have more powers to practice."

Kneeling down again, Avreet took out his dagger, "If you ever lose your lightsaber, you'll want to have something to partly replace it. Nothing will suffice though, unless you imbue your weapons with the Force. The power is called Force weapon, and it can make the simplest tool into a deadly weapon. Kitchen tool, wooden sticks, pencils,.... Each of these can be as powerful as a lightsaber." Avreet took the phrik dagger and focused, shielding it with the Force, connecting to it. He then proceeded to a training droid that stood by the wall, slashing at it and vertically cutting it in half. Vyrzen could see the cut did not burn through the droid like lightsabers did, it was a clean cut. That wouldn't have been possible without imbuing the sword with the Force.

"Now, apprentice. Take any sharp object you want and focus on feeling it through the Force. Once you do that, connect to it, become a part of it, let your energy pour into that object and shield it. That's pretty much it, but it takes time to get used to having to keep shielding your weapon." Avreet explained and watched his apprentice attempting to imbue something with the Force.

 

[Negative Blessing]

"I have no answer or excuse as to why I cut that tu'kata into three pieces. It was not that I hated the beast nor did I wish to prolong its suffering. I...I think Master that is was the heat of battle that took over. In the future, I will not let myself to be enslaved by it again. I will always remain in control no matter the situation," Vyrzen said then took a seat on the floor.

Force Weapon? Vyrzen had never heard of anything like this before and when his Master took a simple looking dagger out, he felt the Force pouring into the dagger then watched his Master walk over to one of the training droids and cut through it, nearly severing it in two. Amazing! Outstanding! Vyrzen had to rub his eyes slightly for he what he just witnessed was something right out of a holovid action-packed movie.

Vyrzen rose to his feet and looked around fro something he could use. He saw a hydro spanner resting on a table and elected that would suffice. He picked up the repair tool and began to use the Force to infuse the tool into a weapon. He failed on his first try and his second try and his third try. He looked at the object and closed his eyes focusing his mind better. He began to shield the hydro spanner with the Force until it began to give off a faint yellow glow.

Opening his eyes, he saw what he had done but he was struggling to hold the shielding in place and the yellow glow began to wither slightly. Vyrzen frowned a bit but would not let himself be beaten by this object. He tightened his hold on the shielding through the Force and the hydro spanner began to glow brightly.

Vyrzen walked over to another droid and slashed the hydro spanner across the chassis of the droid. It didn't cut it in half but it cut the metal plating so deep that he could see the circuitry and insides of the droid.

 

[Bubák]

Stroking his barbel as he watched apprentice Vyrzen succeed at his task with typical Mon Calamari pokerface expression nobody could read. "Very good, apprentice. You're making quite a progress, aren't you?" he asked a rhetorical question, closing his eyes and giving his apprentice a knowing smile, remembering his own apprentice years. Vyrzen would be able to feel the Light side from his Master for a short while, which was very calming, soothing the boy's nerves. As the Mon Calamari opened his large eyes, the signature returned to it's typical neutral dark. Sheathing the dagger back, he thought what to teach Vyrzen next, and decided it was too early to do that. The boy had learned many new things today and needed to practice them for a few weeks to become better at them.

"Apprentice, you will train your mind and body by practicing with your lightsaber and the powers you had learned. Do that however you see fit. I have some business I have to take care of, and old friend to meet, so prove you can exist without me watching over you. I'll be back." The Mon Calamari Crusader said, pacing out of the room. Training an apprentice was something he had utterly underestimated. The boy was good, understanding everything the Crusader told him, and if they continued at this pace, there'd be nothing more to teach him. Vyrzen would know many abilities without being good at them, and Avreet did not want that, giving the kid time to practice his powers before giving him more knowledge.