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"Emotion is war... Knowledge craves conflict... Passion gives purpose... Harmony holds no sway... Life through death... Death is the only outcome!"
"Life through death. It is what the galaxy denies to be true. It IS truth. Since time's recording, there was just a need to record the feats of evil as there was to accomplish it. Some say defeating such evil became the very accomplishment of the act in its survivor. It is truth that we all deny. Within ourselves we seek to avoid. Yet in facing this truth, we become the stronger. It drives us, it harms us to survive it. This truth... that we are all of us weak! We are lacking, and in this we see what we hate. We see the nothingness inside the cracks of our strengths. The fault lines of what holds each of us together. Yet it is in these voids that lies the keys to greatness. Only upon breaking ourselves down can we see the make up of our flaws and powers alike. They are one. They are same. Yet one does not deny their predetermined abilities foolishly. One simply allows their weaknesses to drive their strengths. To se your enemies' strikes before they can even fathom your existence. This is what I demand of you, my ...child."
Ledo almost changed his terminology in the presence of his latest pupil's size. Yet somehow it held strong in the mind of this immense terror. So it would become, as Ledo had brought Tungri Jamaal to his place of earning. It was more than necessary for this muscly force to prove himself to his 'Ledo', but as well to himself. Self confidence was of no concern to this Grandmaster, though symbols were of great importance to the mind in passing obstacles and reaching past the limits we place on ourselves.
At this point, Ledo had but shown himself as a hard recruiter. Having shown himself to this Togorian in his usual manner of illusion and and concealment, he had not waisted his time with it as much as the others. And though Tungri knew not of the others, it was clear that this one would be fully convinced of Ledo's power through Tungri's performance. Ledo would show Tungri the amplification a pupil of Ledo's would realize under his leadership. And so, Ledo would feed a great deal of his palpable emissions that vibrated off of the surfaces around them into this to be student of his.
Tungri would not know where he was, as Ledo had made it the focus of his disciple to learn solely from this kill. It was his ascension. He had taken on a likeness to Ledo's ways and was shown a basic level of many powers. However, it was in Tungri's strength that Ledo wished to utilize him. Yet strength itself had many venues. Just as Ledo knew his ways would amplify the illusion of a head on force of strength would falter any of Tungri's opponents... because he was just as though, not this!
And so, Ledo had begun his understanding of this student in his chosen lightsaber form. At first it struck him as odd, yet to the understanding of its genius that even Tungri may not yet be aware. But first, Ledo would see of his student's newest approaches. His time had come, and so they came upon a cave.
Almost as a dream, the cave was a focal point to the surrounding environment. Yet Ledo was but one means to the vagueties of the Darkside, as the swamp around them lent its own unusual haze. Vines stretched in curves off before them, trees gripped at the earth below them, and reptiles screeched off above them. The cave, a hollowed looking view in wide openings, stretched fields wide before them; yet as they would enter, they would find its winding curves to branch out into more confined pathways and corridors. Ledo had challenges planned, leading them to Tungri's target; challenges not of his design, but rather to his knowledge. He'd make use of this 'temple' in his eyes, as this kill would mirror that of the real assignments to come as Chronicler of the Animus. Ledo walked side by side with the Apostate, ready to answer any and all questions before they truly entered the depths of the catacombs. For once inside, Tungri would be left to his own devices; however feed by the wrath of Ledo's feeding power, in this he would focus a loyalty in ever searching for such power for his own. Ledo knew this day would etch a mark of certainty in the pupil's mind, keeping him his own; Ledo's own extension of his weaknesses, powerful they may be. Here he would face another's end, or his own. ...Life through death.
"Life through death. It is what the galaxy denies to be true. It IS truth. Since time's recording, there was just a need to record the feats of evil as there was to accomplish it. Some say defeating such evil became the very accomplishment of the act in its survivor. It is truth that we all deny. Within ourselves we seek to avoid. Yet in facing this truth, we become the stronger. It drives us, it harms us to survive it. This truth... that we are all of us weak! We are lacking, and in this we see what we hate. We see the nothingness inside the cracks of our strengths. The fault lines of what holds each of us together. Yet it is in these voids that lies the keys to greatness. Only upon breaking ourselves down can we see the make up of our flaws and powers alike. They are one. They are same. Yet one does not deny their predetermined abilities foolishly. One simply allows their weaknesses to drive their strengths. To se your enemies' strikes before they can even fathom your existence. This is what I demand of you, my ...child."
Ledo almost changed his terminology in the presence of his latest pupil's size. Yet somehow it held strong in the mind of this immense terror. So it would become, as Ledo had brought Tungri Jamaal to his place of earning. It was more than necessary for this muscly force to prove himself to his 'Ledo', but as well to himself. Self confidence was of no concern to this Grandmaster, though symbols were of great importance to the mind in passing obstacles and reaching past the limits we place on ourselves.
At this point, Ledo had but shown himself as a hard recruiter. Having shown himself to this Togorian in his usual manner of illusion and and concealment, he had not waisted his time with it as much as the others. And though Tungri knew not of the others, it was clear that this one would be fully convinced of Ledo's power through Tungri's performance. Ledo would show Tungri the amplification a pupil of Ledo's would realize under his leadership. And so, Ledo would feed a great deal of his palpable emissions that vibrated off of the surfaces around them into this to be student of his.
Tungri would not know where he was, as Ledo had made it the focus of his disciple to learn solely from this kill. It was his ascension. He had taken on a likeness to Ledo's ways and was shown a basic level of many powers. However, it was in Tungri's strength that Ledo wished to utilize him. Yet strength itself had many venues. Just as Ledo knew his ways would amplify the illusion of a head on force of strength would falter any of Tungri's opponents... because he was just as though, not this!
And so, Ledo had begun his understanding of this student in his chosen lightsaber form. At first it struck him as odd, yet to the understanding of its genius that even Tungri may not yet be aware. But first, Ledo would see of his student's newest approaches. His time had come, and so they came upon a cave.
Almost as a dream, the cave was a focal point to the surrounding environment. Yet Ledo was but one means to the vagueties of the Darkside, as the swamp around them lent its own unusual haze. Vines stretched in curves off before them, trees gripped at the earth below them, and reptiles screeched off above them. The cave, a hollowed looking view in wide openings, stretched fields wide before them; yet as they would enter, they would find its winding curves to branch out into more confined pathways and corridors. Ledo had challenges planned, leading them to Tungri's target; challenges not of his design, but rather to his knowledge. He'd make use of this 'temple' in his eyes, as this kill would mirror that of the real assignments to come as Chronicler of the Animus. Ledo walked side by side with the Apostate, ready to answer any and all questions before they truly entered the depths of the catacombs. For once inside, Tungri would be left to his own devices; however feed by the wrath of Ledo's feeding power, in this he would focus a loyalty in ever searching for such power for his own. Ledo knew this day would etch a mark of certainty in the pupil's mind, keeping him his own; Ledo's own extension of his weaknesses, powerful they may be. Here he would face another's end, or his own. ...Life through death.