The Living Core

[Mistress]

Before Zabić could even commit to produce a Force Barrier as she expected was the lesson, her Master was beside her. Zabić had no idea that was what he was going to do!

She thought about what he just showed her, Force Enhancement. With eyes alight as if she just discovered the ultimate secret to his success, or you could just say ultimate phenomenal power. It wasn't just knowing his shit, but this, this is most notable. She was practically salivating over the mere thought of what she saw. "Ooh! Is that not just the pièce de résistance," Zabić commented. A blunt laugh escaped her. Her eyes narrowed with scrutiny. "How many Force concentrations can you perform in one single moment?" She was very curious if he would tell her!

She looked at his emitter and the thought of their first meeting flashed to mind, when she said it was pretty much a given that every one of her friends has tried to kill her; he said even a playful attempt at murder should be taken seriously. She held back her impulse to uphold his ideal of that. She wanted to try out everything he showed her, but without eating a pound of dirt, in the process. That probably wasn't going to go her way, she knew. And she wondered what else he would show her, before that opportunity would arise.

It seemed to be a very interesting skill indeed! Why did her father not teach her all the cool stuff? 'Didn't he know?' It was a sad thought really. And why was it that he hadn't known this skill? "Are there skills you Master, which only a Juggernaut would?"

And at that question, Zabić did concentrate the Force in and around her, like pulling a Barrier close, and she tried to hold its concentration inside. She started to feel electrified.

The idea of armor, just the thought of that would keep her nights sleepless for days!

 

[Twisted Reality]

Drakus just simply lowered his hilt, and smirked as he looked over and down at her. Reaching behind him, he heard the small click of the Magnetic plate on the back of his waist take hold of the durasteel hilt. When his arm came back out from under the black cloak, it was empty. He'd just take a single stride behind her as he thought on her question. How many concentrations could he hold in a single instant? Not even he knew the full answer to that, instead. He'd try and find out.

"Honestly, i don't know. Most of my experiences have been planed out ahead of time. Though Training, perhaps 10? is the most I've attempted. Enhancing strength, speed, engaged in saber combat, Drawing on the force for a repulse, push, or something along those lines. Or trying to find a Shatter point i can exploit."

He was musing aloud, trying to find out just how many. He turned and moved past her again, to the rock that she had been sitting on before hand as he leaned against it and brought his hand to his chin.

"Which admittedly may seem quite small given my rank, I've never found myself in a situation where i needed more then 10 at once. 10 being the most extreme."

He fell silent as he waved his hand dismissively at decision to get too far in his mind. Then he was brought to another question, are there any skills that a Juggernaut would Master. Yet another question that had no real answer, it was up to the individual.

"That is not an easy question to answer my young Apprentice. It is up to the person in question, i am one of two Juggernauts, though we both have different styles of combat. All the way down to our Chosen forms of light saber combat. Mine, being Primarily Form V. Her's the more unpredictable Juyo. Though we both share a Mastery over Telekinetic Abilities used in different fashions. Such as using the sudden power of a force push to intensify the effects of a Kick."

His hand came up to his ribs when he mentioned that use of a kick. Oh yeah, he's felt the effects that could have even on armor. He was lucky he had a back up chest plate.

"This could lead to broken ribs, damage to Armor and internal bleeding giving you an advantage in combat. So in the end, it is all up to the person."

 

[Mistress]

'TEN?!' Zabić's eyes widened with astonishment. "My lord!" breathlessly escaped her lips almost immediately. She thought about mastering multiple concentrations more than simply two or three at once, how that would feel. She would make it a paramount focus to increase her ability to physically tolerate more simultaneous power flow. She would concentrate on it during her free time. It would require meditation, at first.

What she really craved was the chance to perform everything he just showed to her. If someday she could learn to beat him at anything surely it would be an accomplishment! But only a few feet away lies the greatest adventure. She wondered if maybe she was the only one crazy enough to want to venture into the catacombs. But it certainly would be an adventure that wouldn't let her walk away without taking something with her. Even stepping so much as a foot inside the boundary would begin a lesson in control, as the spirits would begin their badgering.

"Have you gone just over there before?" Zabić nodded in the direction of the catacombs. "My previous Master told me how much a challenge it is just to walk from here to the old Temple on the other side. He told me it was an experience which he considered highly character building." And Zabić wanted to know it as well, and now!

Zabić is generally a cool headed individual. She wondered how just much power, excessive fear can inspire her to transform the Force into physical manifestations. She wondered what her cap would be, before she can no longer be in absolute control, when rage would win over her sanity. It would be a disgrace to behold! But she wondered nonetheless. Everyone should know their limit, how long they can press on. She wondered how much greater she could evolve just over there.

 

[Twisted Reality]

Drakus gazed over at his apprentice when she spoke up. He could tell that she was easily amazed, but she did a good job at making it overly apparent. Following where she had nodded towards the Tombs, he just arched his brow and looked back at her. He gave a slow shake of his head as he looked up at the sky but not directly at the suns. He took a deep breath and spoke in a slow and Dignified manner.

"No, i have not."

He simply said, taking a deep breath and brought his left arm up as he looked down at the gauntlet. He slipped the internal control cover away from the Integrated datapad to check the state of his armors internal power source. Mostly his environment control seeing everything was running smoothly.

"I do not venture into the territory of the dead, These tombs have been picked clean of their artifacts, and hidden secrets. There is not reward for those wish to walk to their deaths...or the path of Insanity."

Drakus believed in leaving the dead be, the only thing that could come from them was negative influence. Which will lead to mistakes of the past being made. Instead he looked to the future to insure the supremacy of their Empire and insuring that their Empress ruled.

"I would say that no one should be exposed to their influence, their mistakes and their thrust for the ultimate seat of power. Their infighting was what lead to the failures of their incarnation of the Sith Order and Empires. We should look to our own future and not their past, unless one seeks to understand what went wrong and keep it from happening....but you have been taught much today. Go venture back to the temple, and rest. Tomorrow we shall meet in the in the training rooms, and start teaching you what you will need to know to construct your first lightsaber."