The Living Core

[Mistress]

Korriban, Hell's exhaust vent, the place where Zabić chose to live in order to develop and advance her Force skills. The Valley of the Dark Lords ensured nearly ten thousand years of Sith burial tombs, and was timeless before that era, existing as the burial site of the Kings of primitive Sith civilization. It all began right here, the Sith Empire. And it was humbling to learn that those who started it all, were 11 Jedi Exiles?! Zabić pondered what little she knew of her new Master already, his having been first trained among the Jedi. She knew it didn't make him different at all, but it was a unique commonality to have with the first Sith Lords. And as a Juggernaut, Master Drakus is certainly on his way to a marked level of greatness.

It didn't take long to arrive by speeder to the Valley of the Dark Lords from her rented room near the Academy at Dreshdae. Zabić had never had an official tour of The Valley of the Dark Lords which lie just beyond the original Academy. But her Late Master had mentioned this place many times. She was struck with awe at the grandness of what has always been best defined as the 6 stone Monoliths carved into human figures which stood along the stretch of the grand entrance. Each had its head bowed lowly in representation of sheer reverence. It was stunning to see the massive monuments of idol worship the Sith Lords had inspired of their followers.

Standing at the base of the towering rift, Zabić marveled at the sight as the ground beyond dropped sharply to create the valley where the rift shaped into mountainous cliffs. The land here had been raided, destroyed, raided again, rebuilt, bombed again, and the focus of much more of man's obsessions. The tombs have always been at the center of Sith History, its highs, and lows which only lead to greater highs for the Sith Empire.

Standing here now, brought home the amazing history of the place. Sith, when driven by internal and perhaps some unforeseen external force of their ancestors, are capable of learning so much that they appeared to be gods to primitive civilizations. The Dark energy, she began to believe she could hear as an echo around her like the whispering a of Incantations. As she stared at the statues, Zabić wondered if in all the free power that bombards down upon this place, it could manifest itself in unexplainable ways, perhaps at the will of its ghostly inhabitants. Tales of monstrous, ravenous creatures were hunted on these lands. Zabić pondered how the Sith Lords mastered them, and how that skill truly caused the primitive people to perceive them, actually perceive them! She smiled lightly at her thought.

Zabić was quite honored that Master Drakus would tell her to meet him here, an act which had been shared between Master and Apprentice for centuries. But what exactly does it mean? Zabić sat upon a boulder with the cliff at her back. She looked over towards the towering sentinels. The place stirred such a sensation, she had to wonder if it were beckoning or warning. She concluded that it must be both, each a unique test of gumption for certain!

 

[Twisted Reality]

There was a reason why Drakus had told his apprentice to meet him at this place. It was Alive in the force, in the Dark side. As much as Tython was Alive with the light. He had seen both sides, but always felt stronger with the dark. Not only that, but he also knew that many of the tombs on the planets surface predate the original Sith lords...those Exiled Jedi. While his apprentice chose to take a speeder bike, Drakus did not. He would arrive in a style that Only a Sith Juggernaut could.

The slow confident walk of a man who had touched the heart of the war, fought on both sides and survived. In the distance, the black figure could be seen heading towards the Valley. His hood shadowed the mask of his Helmet, and the black cloak was closed around his armor. A sight that anyone would find intimidating, even if they tried to hide it. When he arrived he saw his apprentice relaxing in the vortex of darkside energy that was the valley of the dark lords. No doubt one day, he would have the honor of calling himself one. That was his goal, and with the war won...it was hard tell what would happen.

Yes, he had returned from Core victorious, Tyrhon, Empress Teta, and then the Galactic Alliance's capital and his home world. All conquered and the Jedi Scattered like the cowards they are. He stopped in front of what his apprentice was resting on, his head turning and the black pits of the helmets eyes stared into hers.

"Can you feel it my Apprentice? The reason why i told you meet me here? This place is alive, the darkside swirls here. Seeps into the air from deep within these tombs, and the planets history. The greatest Sith lords in our history, rest here. Though, they are not entirely at rest. The darkside was so strong in many that even after death there spirit lingers. There lust for power keeping them from moving on to join the Force itself."

His voice was distorted from the helmets voice amplifier, but it was crystal clear and easy to understand. A gauntlet clad hand reach up, and pushed a vary small button near the neck and a hiss sounded as the environmental seal of his armor released and he pulled the helmet free letting the hood fall to expose his face. A simple clip allowed him to hang the helmet from his waist.

"I brought you here, to let you bask in the power of the darkside. As only Korriban can offer, but to also warn you. Do not let their mistakes, and of those Empires before us be made again. Our Empire is united, our Sith lords do not fight each other or do not plot behind the others back. They work together, to keep our order and our empire intact. One thing the old Sith never did."​

 

[Mistress]

Zabić felt him far off, radiating a power of such great magnitude. He surpassed that of yesterday when she met him. She found it to be all the more intriguing. Watching him on his approach all she did was sense him, and she felt him to represent power, confidence, glory, justice, and death, to attempt to begin to define him. And to suddenly behold him in his armor is indeed a terrifying sight, as she had suspected the night before. When he finally stopped, she pondered how he presents himself to their enemies. Then he stared at her and she felt her thoughts entirely exposed to him. She is quite thankful that he and she are on the same side! He couldn't have gotten this far as a Jedi!

She listened to him speak and a strange sense of adoration struck within her eyes. As his Apprentice, she would hang on his every word and mull it over in her mind. She hadn't the nature in her that he seems to despise, which is good, but she would be conscious to remain vigilant to his warning about the types of people she will encounter here and most likely anywhere. Possessed by a lust for power can cause people to do just about anything to prevail over others. She should perhaps plan to step up her mental abilities to sort them out, and of course her physical skill to beat them down once her enemies become revealed to her.

"Master Drakus, certainly I understand you completely. And I will mind your guidance." Integrity to Zabić, is an interpersonal trait. If one hasn't it, then they are mere barbarians. And she wondered, if the ancestors who were ill at rest here were those who fought amongst themselves, then the living souls would surely be made their target as well. "However the main thing which perplexes me at this moment, is that I may have arrived unprotected against whatever it might be that caused you ample concern to arrive decked out in your armor."

 

[Twisted Reality]

Drakus chuckled, a little bit and nodded. Drakus liked wearing his armor, most of all because of the environmental control built in to the armor itself. He turned and rested his back against a pillar and crossed his arms over his chest under his cloak. He cleared his throat and smirked a little bit. A slight darkness to it, he glanced over to the sealed entrance of one of the tombs.

"I only wear it, because it keeps me cool out in the heat of this planet. Korriban can get vary hot during the day, and my armor has many handy features. Including climate control, it can keep me cool on the hottest of day Korriban has to offer, or warm on the coldest days Ziost can throw at me."

He explained, he made this armor to suit his needs. No matter what location a fight may take him. He closed his eyes and drew on the force, taking in the whole spectrum of the dark side in this place only to open his eyes and view it through Force sight. Smiling a little bit as he looked around using his eyes only.

"You can go your whole life, drawing on the force...no matter what side you maybe on. Light, or dark. You never see it, even though it's all around you. But i will be teaching you force sight, it will help you if there is no light where you're fighting. You see everything, the alignment of the one you're fighting. The way the force draws to them just before a force power and most importantly. You need no light to see around you."

He blinked a few times to bring back his normal sight and took a deep breath before looking at her. Drakus was a vary demanding teacher, but in some lesson's he didn't have to get physically involved in.

"Close your eyes, take slow even breaths. Picture your sight becoming more attuned to the force. The way it flows through everything around us, the way it swirls around these tombs. Threads in the tapestry of life, visualize it. When you have it, open your eyes and tell me what you see."

Sight powers were always tricky things to teach for him. He found it hard to explain how to do so.

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[Mistress]

'Close your eyes, take slow even breaths.' From where she sat upon her place on a boulder, Zabić immediately reacted to his command. She further extended her reach when he instructed, 'Picture your sight becoming more attuned to the force. The way it flows through everything around us, the way it swirls around these tombs. Threads in the tapestry of life, visualize it.' She made herself a mental picture, that suddenly she could feel transform into the physical plane.

Her Master concluded, 'When you have it, open your eyes and tell me what you see.' Zabić opened her eyes. The colors of the world were changed, like it held an Aura about it. It appeared as if all existence was covered with sparks of blue flame which were woven together as a solitary unit.

Zabić first looked at her Master. He stood as a pillar of Darkness. She thought the sight splendid. Curious, she looked down at her own hands. 'Not bad!' she thought to herself, with a sinister smile.

Zabić looked over the ravine next. Separate areas seemed alive with explosions of flame that slowly danced their way toward the barrier of the main pillars, as if curious of the outsiders.

"I never thought about it before, but if one becomes stronger than the lingering essences of our ancestors here, then that person can control them. Yes? To attempt such before one is skilled enough, I do suppose the entities would retaliate against such a move to make their enslavement." Zabić cringed just a bit, wondering if the dead also have ears.

"It looks like chaos, however not entirely random. So to better phrase it, quick and controlled energy in motion. And I can see beyond the barrier of the physical." Zabić could see into the caverns which lead through the sides of the cliffs.

 

[Twisted Reality]

Drakus stood there and watched. When she opened her eyes, he saw the smile when she looked down at her own hands. Drakus pushed off the pillar he was resting on, and stood in front of her. As he listened to her, and slowly shook his head. Not even Sith Lords dared to mess with the Dark Side Ghosts. To do so, runs too great a risk to anyone.

"To do so, no matter your strength is foolish. To disturb the dead, is disrespectful and run the risk of being possessed and being driven mad. That is a fate, that i personally would not even wish upon the Jedi. Despite my hate, i'd rather watch them fall to my blades."

He explained, and took a deep breath lifting his hand as she would feel a grip around her mid section as Drakus applied a Force grip to lift her from the bolder and move her through the air to stand on the sands before releasing her.

"Now, to see normally again all you do is close your eyes and get the image that brought forth the Force sight from your mind. Force sight is what is used by the Maraluka, since they are born without eyes. They have adapted and became masters of force sight. But also, force sight allows those select few with shatter point to see the fault lines in events, connection's and in material. This will also allow you to see, even when lights are not available."

He paced, and removed his Sith hilt from the back of his waist and flipped it through his hand idly making it look as natural as breathing. As a Warrior, his training revolved heavily on saber work. So it quickly became an extension of his arm.

"Now, The form you showed me on board my ship. Shows promise, but you need to also learn. The light saber in your hands, is not the only weapon you possess. As a warrior, you are a weapon. The saber is an extension of that lethal intent. Sweeps, kicks, punches, and grabs. All work in your favor. Getting dominate position inside someone's guard to sweep there legs out from under can open up a finishing blow before your enemy even it's the ground."

He stopped and held his hilt in his hand, as he waited for his words to sink in and confirmation that she understood what he was talking about.​

 

[Mistress]

Zabić realized by his reply that she had spoken in haste. "It's just that they appear to be pure energy." It amazed her. She thought she would see figures, faces. Then the entity anomaly closest the sentinels fizzled rapidly for a moment, which caught her attention. Then it changed its shape to a gigantic spider. And she knew this only proved her Master's point. The Founders could still be called sinister. You could say that Zabić had been traumatized by spiders, and somehow what lives here knew that about her. She cocked her head and froze at the thought for a moment. Her Master moved her about like a puppet. She saw the Force gather and stream from his fingertips as he did so. He stated how to release her focus, and she again animated when she replied, "Yes, there are just some things better left unseen." She found it unnerving, whereas not much bothers Zabić. She loves this insight to a new ability, but in this place also loved to leave it.

Zabić listened to him speak of fighting. She has had her fights in the past while on Missions, but she would mostly use the Force to throw off her opponent. But the Juggernaut was referring to obtaining a physical advantage. "While I would love to claim otherwise, I can see already that I will certainly need to work on that."

 

[Twisted Reality]

Drakus watched his apprentice carefully, reaching behind his back he pulled forth is 'sith' lightsaber and activated it across the front of his legs. The crimson blade glowing after the snap hiss which signaled it's activation. He gave the deadly blade a spin as his left hand undid the cloak around his shoulders and let it fall into a puddle in the sand.

"Now, Form V users seem to over look the 'your body is also a weapon' side of fighting. Most rely on there saber alone, Or they supplement there dueling with the use of force powers. As a warrior under my tutelage you will weave all three of these aspects into your own style of fighting. As well as defensive tactics to ensure that you are always protected from harm."

Drakus was among the more tactical minded sith, which there are few of. He studied military tactics, and used his already tactical mind even when engaged with even the most skilled of duelists. That is why he survived long enough to get to were he was today. So he assumed the defensive stance of Soresu. Bringing the saber up beside his head with his left hand extended towards her.

"We will duel once again, remember. Use your whole body as a weapon, and the force is there to assist you whenever you need it."

With that he used his left hand to curl his index finger in a 'come at me.' fashion. He didn't expect her to beat him, but facing a more skilled opponent helps to sharpen and grow your skills. Drakus was one of only two juggernauts so he was more then willing to help another fellow warrior reach that rank. It would take years of training, but not everyone had his skill to learn quickly. Or his hard dedication to training.

 

[Mistress]

Tell me this doesn't need to be done in two weeks! I rather like idea of the Apprentice getting to know her Master phase. And I really have to wrack my brain to come up with this dueling stuff!

Her mouth dropped for a moment as she contemplated his intentions. "Pardon. Surely such physical assault is merely used as a means of distraction. But such is far inferior to the use of the Force which can be used to counter anything." Zabić raised a brow as she stood before him. "It would be like fighting a..." her face fell into a grimace of disgust, "Mandalorian. Lift him up and hurl him into the mountain side. Be done with him. Why waste the energy on facing him in the only barbaric manner he knows?" She unhooked her Lightsaber. Zabić has never seen her Master fight as a warrior in his element. She could not perceive just how quick he can actually move, or imagine the compilation of his trained instincts set behind the drive of complex continuous fighting moves, nor the stamina required to survive in battle. She suspected he possesses a raw talent, not something a lady would be able to emulate. But she couldn't actually relay that to him. 'He'll most likely figure it out on his own.' But she sure hoped he didn't strike her! If she used the Force, he shouldn't be able to!

Zabić swung her blade in a circular motion, first upward and down, as she raised the dust from the ground to blow towards his face, and suddenly lunged her body forward with a thrust intended for his abdomen. She would have to see about this form of his that he is suggesting. Surely she didn't want a limb cut off during real battle! She felt quite reluctant to advance on him in such a manner.

 

[Twisted Reality]

Drakus watched, and saw the diversion his apprentice had tried. Quickly letting out a weak burst of telekinetic energy to stop the sand, he shifted his weight, and moved his feet shuffling to the side of the thrust. Twisting his torso towards Zabic, he angled the tip of the blade down to run along hers. Positioning himself almost right beside his apprentice. Drakus brought his right foot forward hooking the front of his ankle behind hers, in an attempt to sweep it forward.

At the same time, Drakus put his crimson blade under her's and pulled it up over her head to add to the momentum. All of this meant to bring her onto her back in the sand. If he was successful he would bring his blade close enough to her throat for her to feel the heat radiating from the beam of Lethal intent. He would speak now, keeping her where she landed.

"The force, is not the end all be all way to supplement your fighting skills. There is a thing known as Force exhaustion. Our bodies as we start our training, can only stand to draw the force so much. If we reach our limit, and continue to draw on it. It can have negative effects on our bodies. As we grow stronger the more we can draw on it increasing the limit we can take. To quote what my master once told me."

Drakus paused as he looked down into the eyes of his apprentice, his normally calm features taking an expression of grave seriousness.

"To become a swordsman, a true swordsman, is to be able to hone every limb into a weapon. The blade becomes not an external object, but an extension of you. Every movement in fluid, every action laced with passion. Passion and the love for the art is what makes a swordsman, not doctrines by Jedi or Sith. In battle, loss of limb is expected. Someone hacks off an arm or leg, do you drop and quit? No. You remember what you are, and that's a warrior. This means that every bit of you is trained for agility, trained for flexibility, trained to strike no matter how much the opponent chips away. The biggest mistake injured warriors make is to rely entirely on the Force for explosive blasts. You unleash a powerful blow of lightning. Your enemy absorbs it with the saber. Then what? You've exhausted your pool of energy and are now a useless cripple with about as much Force abilities as a bantha."

Granted, At the time. Drakus only had one leg, having lost it in combat against the sith...that vary day...he was shown the error the Jedi made. That day Severice Ty'laun had died, and The man she saw before her rose from those ashes.

"I had one leg at that time, i trained for weeks that way. Increasing my control over the force, using it to Balance myself. But the lesson still applies. Every part of your body needs to be honed, to avoid the fate that befell my left Leg."

 

[Mistress]

Of course the Juggernaut had an expert advantage over his Apprentice. Zabić never performed his fighting style. She realized her need to observe and study what he was referencing, as he caused her to lose her balance. What he offered to teach is more than the usual dueling. She ever understood her Lightsaber as her weapon, the Force as well, her weapon and also her defense. She is a student seeking to master these things which many long to covet, as if these attributes are greater than the human being. She needed them to fight. Now her Master's concept suggests to alter her perception on everything she has ever learned. His concept is that her body and mind, her self, is the weapon, and her Lightsaber and her Force Powers are her tools.

As her Master moved quickly scraping his blade across her own, forcing her blade downward, he caused her to fall backwards. She cushioned her own fall with the Force, hovering inches above the ground. As he followed through with his strike ending at her throat, she slowly glided downward the rest of the distance, as she looked up at him. But the ground was unmercifully hot, burning under the unbearable sun. It is a climate which she hasn't yet grown accustomed. It has at times caused her exhaustion. She knew the Force could cause the same as he had relayed. But it has been a very long time since Zabić trained herself to exhaustion. It wouldn't kill her to learn her limit before she actually comes to need to know it.

The sharing of his history brought his lesson home. "Understood," she replied, his words more sobering than the heat of the sand burning her backside.

 

[Twisted Reality]

Once his apprentice understood his meaning and why he was so keen on taking the physical attacks beyond just light sabers. Drakus already demonstrated what openings can be opened up from doing so. Had this been a real fight to the death, Drakus could have dealt a fatal blow and ended things before it even started. Most warriors seem to over look these little improvements to a combat style. Drakus also prized unpredictability. Which is why he carried two matching hilts that can be combined into a single saber staff. Longer then others of it's kind but that meant he could do more to keep the hilt from being targeted.

He withdrew the crimson beam of Plasma and deactivated it. Backing up a few steps to let her stand, Drakus tilted his head in thought. Now, she already had a handle on how to use a light saber. Now to work on her defensive capabilities aside from what aspects of Form III she already knew.

"Now, that i got my point across on that subject."

Yes, Drakus was an intimidating presence just by showing what prowess he held behind the blade. Even against a mere Acolyte, able to dispatch her attempts so effortlessly. Drakus took a deep breath and continued.

"You already know the basic's of Saber combat, you are to get involved with any chances to spar with other acolytes, take classes, and practice your craft as i have. With the war over, we will be the Empress's tools to keep peace in our expanded Empire. Now to teach you some methods to defend yourself against force powers."

Drakus took a few steps back and placed his lightsaber back on the magnetic plate on his lower back and rolled his shoulders to start drawing on the force. But first a question to get a handle on what she already knew.

"Now, a few questions. One; If two force pushes of equal power are used at the same time in close quarters what happens. And two, what is the most commonly used method to deal with a burst of force lightning?"

Drakus continued to draw on the force as he spoke, letting it well up inside him and build. Crossing his arms over his chest as he awaited the answer to his questions.

 

[Mistress]

Zabić stood, the finer dust appearing to flow from her cloak like a separate entity streaming from her being. She nodded swiftly at his observation. He had definitely made his point, which often he does. But he sends her mind into a calculating mode, in attempts to ponder everything he might be referencing. She hopes she has the opportunity to observe him in action some day, before an actual battle when she's bound to be too busy to take him in.

To be accounted as a tool for the Empress, Herself! Zabić could only imagine her Master's elation and sense of importance in that proven standing. But she knows she is a long way off from such notoriety. But to deserve to be there, such as a Juggernaut like her Master, that thought hadn't actually crossed her mind before he mentioned it. She would learn, sure! She will take everything he offers! But not everyone becomes as experienced as he. And some certainly try all their lifelong.

When he reset his lightsaber to his belt, she felt stricken with the realization that she sure must have disappointed him to stop already. It took so long to arrive here! And they had so much of the day left before them! Surely her emotion found its way to her facial expression.

'Two Force Pushes counter one another. But in close quarters...like what? A narrow corridor? But the Power is only countered, and not cancelled out...' A questioning look stole Zabić's countenance.

"It shouldn't make a difference," she stated but with an air of questioning. "It isn't like both of their chest cavities will be pressured enough to implode. Right?" She hoped her answer wasn't too ill-informed. She is grateful that he is willing to share his knowledge.

"Deflection or Tutaminis? Forgive me, Master but I have not had the opportunity to learn either of these techniques. I have read that either can be quite draining at lengthily intervals." She thought a powerful Sith could create a Force Barrier to stay an attack of Lightening. But it wasn't something she has yet been taught to do. It was a shame, how she hungers to learn what she knows she is lacking in Force Powers. Yet she knew he was right, that she will go nowhere unless she becomes well rounded.

 

[Twisted Reality]

Drakus shook his head when she answered the first question. Taking a single step forward, Drakus was much different when he was teaching someone. Much like his Master was, Darth Silentius was odd when not teaching him. But when it came to a lession, he was ruthless, and expected the best of an apprentice. Drakus holds the honor of getting the full Master/Apprentice experience.

"Wrong, everything makes a difference. Of two duelists in a saber lock use force push at the exact same time, to the exact same location. They are not canceled out, both combatants are thrown back. This is shown in Darth Vader's, duel with Obi-wan that left him in his suit for the rest of his life."

Drakus stayed where he was, that one step taken at a wrong answer. He took a moment, and listened to her answer of the second question. Nodding slightly he stayed his approach. Crossing his arms over his chest.

"That is correct, which is why when you use it. You use it only when you need to, of course Masters of Tutamini's can hold defenses much longer. Jedi Grand master Satile Shan was able to hold back the blade of a lightsaber during the battle of Alderaan. But, when you absorb lightning with the blade of a lightsaber it's less draining. Force Barrier is best used against ranged powers, and Absorb or deflect for Kinetic powers, such as force push. Every action, on the battlefield must be though of ahead of time. A warrior also must know all the ways someone can defend and act accordingly. Do i make myself clear?"

Drakus turned on his heels and took his place in front of her gathering the force to him and letting it swell.

"Force Barrier is the external protective projection of you will. Pure energy given mass and density. It can be anything you want to to be, 360 degree protection, or only a part of that. I have used this technique to cover myself and one other during the battle of Coruscant. So we are going to try something, and see if you can get a handle on this."

He raised his hand a pulled a small rock the size of a saber crystal from the sand. Using his mastery of telekinesis to shape the rock into a perfect circle as he waited. Coaching his Apprentice it it's use.

"Now draw on the force, feel it's power inside you. Push it out to form a shield and will it to protect you. You have 5 Seconds.....4.....3.....2....1"

And with that he flicked his wrist, and sent the rock shooting forward. Not too hard, hard enough to leave a welt if she didn't get it right the first time. But to challenge her, he raised his other hand and shot a dense force push to test her senses and force her to push it to protect herself from the two attacks with only a seconds distance between them.

 

[Mistress]

At his question per her comprehension of his lesson, Zabić nodded in apparent affirmation.

From the moment he first gave inkling to the description of a deflective barrier, Zabić had begun to focus and play around with her mental ideal formation. Zabić had a long ago learned the habit of drawing the Force up through her feet, which often gave her a prominent presence. It wouldn't take her target long to see this a prelude to her intent, as she would suddenly radiate it outward. She seldom reached out lightly around her, unseen, as most situations she had faced were instantaneous and did not require a subtle approach.

As her Master lifted a pebble from the sand, she already thought she had accomplished the idea, as she silently watched as the light dust particles which stirred along the ground in the soft breeze, were held away from flowing towards her.

As the Master counted down and the rock left his grasp as he shot it towards her, Zabić lent strength to her concentration. She watched the approaching rock with intent. However, she flicked her wrist at the last second, to twirl the surface of her Barrier. When the rock hit, it ricocheted away at a ninety degree angle, off to her left. When Drakus cast a his Push her way, Zabić pushed out harder, the twirl of her Barrier intended to alter its course. The Push caught up with the flying rock, and propelled it with great force into the nearest boulder, imbedded into it, cracking the foundation.

 

[Twisted Reality]

Drakus smirked and nodded in approval even if that force push was just a fraction of the power he could have put into it. He continued to draw the force to him, to replenish the gathered power he just expelled. Now that she knew how to set up her barrier, on to the next thing she would need if she was to join him when he rejoined the fleet and continue fighting. To bring the rest of the core under the empress's rule.

"Good, on a scale of 1 to 10 how hard is it to redirect my force push with your shield? Also another note, it's more energy effective to just let it hit and disperse over the shield. If you wish for a demonstration. Fire two Force pushes at me, one and then another, and i will teach you another power under the Tutaminis umbrella. Which is absorb and deflect, I am teaching you these because after this training session we will be rejoining the fleet and you will experience war first hand."

Drakus stood there, lowering his arms to his sides and await his apprentices first moves. He will also show her how to use the force in combat other then for offensive purposes. Maybe even a trip to a planet so teach her his movement methods, which are useful in getting over debris on the battle field.

 

[Mistress]

Zabić was momentarily awed at the condition of the boulder. It was a prime exhibit of power. "As Sith, we do indeed alter our surroundings! Do we not?" she observed in amusement, referencing the prowess of their people!

She looked at him intently as he spoke, and Zabić said, "What is your level ten, Master? Imploding chest cavity or to move mountains? It really does make a difference! Because if a ten is moving a mountain, then clearly that makes imploding chest cavity only at about a one." She was genuinely curious, meant no disrespect; but she did long to experience the depth of the Force, and the heights such depth could take her. Drakus was closest to the mark of absolute perfection, over anyone she has ever met.

A sensation akin to star stuck elation bubbled up in her. "Accompany you?!" she exclaimed. Her life in a series of goals, evaluated, this is definitely a great milestone. 'To see a real War firsthand! Not some backwoods skirmish!' she thought, almost drooling; not actually. Zabić can, considering her lack of experience, only imagine War. But all glory aside, her Master always stresses with sincerity, the need for absolute concentration! Aware of this as his first and foremost, and unwavering, rule of thumb, Zabić immediately pushed aside her enthusiasm and set right to the task he had instructed.

The Darkness which shadowed this land did not hold back its greatest offering, its utilization. She could sit here forever and love to just completely drown in it. Zabić focused her power and threw it out, in the form of two consecutive Force Pushes aimed directly for her Master's torso.

 

[Twisted Reality]

Drakus remained still drawing on the force, the Valley of the Dark lords was a plethora of Force energy. He could almost hear it speak to him, of the exploits of those that laid in their tombs. But he knew to stay out of them, knowing what dark side spirits could do to their unsuspecting victims. Complete and utter insanity, but when the excitement seemed to settle in his apprentice. Oh yeah, he could feel it it almost radiated from her.

When the force pushes came, Drakus didn't move. Instead he forced the force outward, erecting a barrier just as the first force push reached him. Letting it quickly dissipate his skill in these abilities apparent by how fast he could use them. The second, dealt with another way. Letting the force coat his palm as it came up he used the defensive powers of Tutaminis. He forced the push behind him and into the ground. The impact sending Sand into the air.

"To absorb and reflect energy, is easier to channel since most powers are used though the hands. These powers make surviving a battle field easier, but also i will stress conservation of energy. Battles can take hours, even for the most powerful of Sith. They can run out of energy in before the battle is finished. Use skills other then the force, Sith in combat focus on using the force too much which becomes a hindrance."

Yes, she would see a real war first hand and the chaos and confusion not seen in smaller operations. Coruscant was the worst so far, but it gave Sith the fear to feed on and use.

"When in combat i try to minimize my energy use, Because i am not as powerful as i want to be. Even as a Master, The gap between a Sith Master such as myself, and a Sith Lord and even more a Darth of the Dark council the power gap is still large. When one gets to the rank of Master, is when most sith appear on the radar of council members. Because we are the only Sith capable of being even the smallest threat to their seat. But back to the lesson at hand. Just like you would a force push focus the force in your hands. But do not force it out as you would a push. Let it coat your hand, and force a layer of energy over the full surface of you hand. This till give you the cushion needed to redirect the force push and in time lightning."

In combat, against people like the Jedi or normal Soldiers. You didn't have to worry about lightning, only blasters. Those can be deflected with a lightsaber, but barrier can be useful against small explosives and such. Sith were not invincible, just harder to kill then the average joe soldier of the Empire.

"Now as i said before, war is chaos. Come time, you will be given armor or make armor to use in combat. Offer some added protection, because not everything can be focused on at once. And with a lightsaber in your hands, you will be a propriety target for fire. Which is why my armor is so scared, and will soon need to be retired."

 

[Mistress]

He made that look so easy! Her eyes widened at what he did right before her eyes. Nado never took her to War against other Force Sensitives. The people they terrorized were just...people. They fired lead slugs and fought like barbarians. To her dismay, she will forever bear the scars that pay witness to her own past inadequacies. Inadequacies which are a gap she wants to breach. A gap she never realized she had until she arrived on Korriban! 'Shame on you Nado! And your coddling!' Zabić cursed in silence. But everything she was shown by Drakus were skills that she wanted to get a taste of!

Armor? Thank godd she is a body sculptor! At least she may have the endurance to wear it. "But wouldn't armor for the first time in the middle of a War effort be a terribly bad idea, I mean at least until I become physically accustomed to it?" she asked. "And to make it! You would show me that?!" Zabić doesn't even mend socks! Hopefully she is inclined to such a skill! She has no idea!

Zabić stared at him for a moment. She tuned into the Force Sight he had shown her just a moment ago. She flicked her wrist his way and gave a slight flick to her brow. "Come on. Hit me." she encouraged truly energetically. She wanted so much the chance to try what he showed her. No! Not try! Succeed!

 

[Twisted Reality]

Drakus listened to his apprentice, and found something curious. He never had to get accustomed to his armor. Not physically, anyways. Mentally he had to, cause he'd caught a blaster bolt to the thigh...but it left nothing more then a carbon scorch on the metal. But reaction was like that of someone who got injured by it. Grabbing his right leg for a moment. But since he got it straight that he was protected against things like that. He didn't even realize when his armor took a hit.

"If the armor is made custom to your body type, it should be like a second skin. Coupled with what i'm about to teach you, should limit the adjustment period."

Drakus then shot forward, force speed and force enhancement's active. He'd be but a blur to her, as he came to a stop right next to her. The emitter of his light saber pressed against her stomach. A cool smirk his face, before he removed the emitter away. He didn't stab her, just to show her that even with the force you can overcome you own physical limitations. Speed, strength, and agility laced with the force makes movement in the force much easier.

"Force enhancement, is a technique required for Djem So. With you, you will increase your strength and speed. Resulting in heavier blows, and those that rely on a more acrobatic style like Ataru, use this to increase their Agility. To do this, you must focus the force into your muscles. Keeping it there, at first it will require a bit more focus. But it will allow you to keep up sustained strength in combat. This will also, ease the time to get use to armor. But if you wish, wear when we make it. You can wear it around when not in combat, to get more accustomed to it."