Rebirth of a man.(Fel's Training)

[Fel]

*Fel had been searching for months for the Dark Jedi. Even running into a force user on Correlia but having no chance what so ever to stop him or talk to him. On a side note he felt safer in this temple outside of Republic territory where he thought the police were on to him; searching for the man in yellow for any number of murders; Fel knew the exact amount of people he had killed; though he had no idea how many he was the suspect in. He knew many were cold and never will be solved. Though it had been a long trip it was well worth it with the strange stories he had heard and read about the dark side of the force. With people being able to change their appearance or shoot lightning out his hand. He wanted this power also; he knew that no regular man could stand up such a thing. A power such as lightning in Fel's mind seemed like a fantasy a year or so ago. Something he would have more likely laughed at you if you had told him such a thing.

Fel was standing in the corner in his trade mark armor leaning up against a pillar. Thinking about this force or so it had been called by many. Wondering how it powers to human and alien hand a like. Powering them with unimaginable powers that seem only limited to the imagination. The fact that people can come back from near dead by healing themselves and then shooting lightning out of their hands to eradicate enemies was something Fel HAD to know. Though dark Jedi he knew not push overs. As he Fel was an evil man in his own right. Surely more evil than a lot of people; though he had to watch his step and follow the instructions and the path to power with the force.*

 

[Ols]

"Fel," Nescius said, materialising like a ghost from the shadows, as the assassin had a habit of doing, "what in the name of the Bogan are you wearing?"

He raised his hand and a footlocker slid along the stone floor to stop before Fel, "before we go any further, take that ridiculous outfit off and put it in there. Along with any other possessions and weapons and clothes you have on your person."

 

[Fel]

*Fel was genuinely surprised at what just happened. He got down and opened the locker up and placed his pistol inside of it along with all his other weapons he carried on him and then took his distinct yellow armor off and placed it inside revealing a regular looking man with just your average every day person clothes on. Answering the man's question while he was doing so.*

This is my battle armor; somebody paid a lot of money for it.

After doing so he stood disciplined almost though Fel was no soldier. He wasn't sure about the last order as he would be standing naked in the room. Though he probably would get robes similar to Nescius's or for the acolytes.*

 

[Ols]

"Obviously somebody was ripped off," Nescius muttered before adding, "and when you speak to me, you will address me as master. And yes you did hear correctly. All of your clothes into that footlocker, and don't be embarrassed, you're a grown man you should have grown out of such worries, And if you can't even stand to be nude in your home, for this temple is now your home, then you are no use to me or the Bogan at all. You wouldn't want me to think that now, would you?"

 

[Fel]

No Master.

*Fel Quickly said after Nescius spoke to him. He quickly disrobed and was now standing naked in the room and quickly getting the picture of the Bogan and liking it more. Fel realized his master was just as ruthless as him and he cracked a smile that faded quickly back to a serious at attention face. Trust was not something that would be established between the two Fel and Nescius each of us in Fel's mind were people searching for power and authority. Fel began Wondering what seemed like in his mind were not going to be easy tasks at all in the least and they were going to be interesting. Though Fel knew he had skills on his side that many others might not of had before him who have succeeded such tests.*

 

[Ols]

Fel raised his arm as his apprentice replied and while he was standing there sent a wave of force energy powerful enough to cause Fel to smash into the far wall with a resounding thud.

"That," Nescius said, "was for hesitating to do something I had told you to do," he paused and without glancing back to see if the apprentice was hurt he walked out of the room saying, "follow me."

He led him from the chamber through some winding passageways in the depths of the temple taking him further and further towards a room in the depths of of the basement levels. The room was not particularly large and more of the floor was taken up by what looked like a well, over teen feet in diameter and very deep by the look of it. Nescius pointed to the well, "Walk over to the edge of the well and look down into the depths, far below. Tell me what you can see."

 

[Fel]

*Fel had the wind knocked out of him when he was slammed into the wall by the power of the force. He was even amazed at how easily this force user was able to defeat him. Nescius was walking out of the room; so Fel got up and caught up with him. Fel looked around at the dark corridors he was being led through. When they finally made it to the basement. His master gave him an order to tell him what he sees in the hole. Fel is beginning to wonder if what is going to be in the hole is a trick or not. Though he looks down and can't really see anything beyond a dead guy who is impaled on a spear; then he said.*

All I can see master is somebody impaled on a spear other than that darkness.

 

[Ols]

Fel, peering over, told Nescius what he saw. And Nescius' face became quizzical as he took a step closer to his apprentice, so now he was within touching distance of the man leaning over the edge of the well, "I certainly have not impaled anyone down there, there's not even a spear down there, I think you need a closer look," and without a hesitation Nescius kicked Fel so he fell down the well and landed at the bottom with a resounding flash. All he would find down there, at the bottom was fifteen feet of cold, putrid water, and then he would have over fifty feet of sheer stone walls to look up to see the small circle of light that was the exit to the well. Other than the odd half rotten corpse in the water, there was little else. Fel would not be able to to stretch across the diameter of the well, it was too wide, nor would he be able to touch the floor and breathe and breathe at the same time. This was a hard test indeed.

"I shall be back," Nescius called down, "in three days."

 

[Fel]

*Fel was at the top of disgusting undrinkable water and an uneatable corpse. The thing his master did understand it seemed to Fel that he would do anything to survive. His emotions began running wild with anger from the extremely weakened position he was in. No fear was running through him only anger at what he would become if he had failed; That jerk off in the corner who was floating at the top. A core tenant to Bogan philosophy was self-reliance and the idea that an individual only deserved what they were strong enough to take and to use the anger they have in their hearts to empower who they are as a force user and a person and never let any weakness or obstacles get in his way. Fel's anger had grown so great while he was down their the force began wrapping around him in a red ball and his breathing began slowing. Fel had no idea what was happening and he was becoming amazed at what was happening. Though he had no idea what was happening. He was sure Nescius would tell him in three days or he would figure it out what it was called. Though his breathing became almost a tenth of what it normally was before out of sheer will power to survive and anger.*

 

[Ols]

And so it was that the apprentice seemed to have brought into his being this shell of protection. From great anger he was encased, but his anger would wane, not even across three whole days, but surely within mere hours. Intense concentration and meditation, far beyond what the boy was capable of, would be required to maintain such a power for three days - Nescius would bet most masters would struggle with that. No indeed, Fel would not only need to stop relying on his pathetic anger, he would need to find a new solution before the cocoon he was in either killed him from his exertions, or failed leaving him helpless and out of options.

 

[Fel]

*Fel began to feel tired as he was relying on his anger. He became centered focusing on his anger and using it. Rather than letting it run rampant and be in control. Fel's breathing began slowing even further while instead of focusing on the anger he let the force guide him through the situation as the reserves of air in his lungs began to slow even further as he used his anger and brought it under his control. Getting in a more zen angry like state as he began to focus inward and let the force do the talking in the situation; instead of letting the anger of pure emotions control his actions. Fel began realizing his ability to control this ability from the other way around and during this time. He noticed the dead body seeping in the water. He realized this would be a last resort. He could manipulate the body to keep himself afloat and stay out of trouble for a small breather if need be.*