Tides of Telekinesis

[Galad J. Victus]

As he awaited silently in the grand training chamber, filled with objects of all sorts, for use in the upcoming training, Galad was rather unpatient. As this would be the very first class he would be attending as the master, an important day indeed. It would be interesting to see a class from the teacher's point of view for a change. Not merely that, of course. All the memories he kept of the Academy, the time he spent here as an acolyte stormed through his head, not all pleasant. He remembered it quite well, it wasn't that far in the depths of past anyway. In the center of it all he stood, calm eye of the storm, within the peace he found in the darkness. He tried to avoid looking back, as he was aware the possible consequences of even the most harmless glance could have. The serenity in passion, peace in conflict. The spirit of the warrior. He had witnessed the rule of both reflections of his mind, the wicked, foul face of the mass-murderer, the insane. Calm, disciplined, the paladin of the iron order. Both had left scars, lessons. He would never find the perfect current balance, otherwise. As they neared with each step, those who were seeking the chambers would feel the waves of Force coming out of this particular chamber. Dark, yet clean, in an eerie manner. They were summoned.


The chamber was poorly lighted and decorated, a more practical design than one for the satisfaction of the eyes. Grand pillars were scattered throughout, doors, each leading to a different chamber or corriodor, and a seat made of stone, positioned above a high foundation. It was somewhat cold, with the crusader making no special effort to warm the grand chamber. He did not care, simply. The acolytes would have to endure.

So he waited, his cloak wrapped around his body, his head fixed on the floor, with the hood pulled over it.

 

[Clayton]

Telekinesis was a power Rook was familiar with, he had used it previously in a number of ways, mostly in application to combat. By far his most valuable class had been with Geist Weiss, and the lesson he learned there would be one he would always remember. And indeed, ever since then, he had tried to use telekinesis in exotic ways. One such usage had won him a duel. Another class on Telekinesis then was of great interest to the big wookiee, and he had been among the first to sign up for Galad's class.

The first thing he noticed about the room when he stepped in was the chill. While it might be mildly uncomfortable for other acolytes, Rook's fur kept him comfortably warm. The next thing he noticed was the instructor. He bowed, "Crusader Nepos, I am Rookwrr. I'm sure it will be a pleasure to learn from you." The words came easily enough, he had said them many times before, the same line with slight variations. Yet how he yearned for the day when he would have to dispense with such formalities and honorifics. For the day he would be considered an equal to the Sith who usually held lessons. Until then, Rook would play the game of titles and good manners, it would be dangerous not to.

 

[Rogue Girl]

Azhure woke up from a deep sleep. She stretched her arms up in the air and gave a big yan. She was tired from training and thought a nap would do her good. She had been sleeping for a good three hours. A little longer nap than she expected. Still she was well rested for her next class. She got up from the bed put her feet to the ground and stretched one more time for good measure.

She looked around for all the essentials that she needed like her training saber. She hated the fact that she still had one and really wanted to craft her own lightsaber. She must be patient though it was hard. She still didn't have a master and she had been working so hard. She hoped it wasn't because she was unworthy of one. No the masters and crusaders have all been busy.

She clipped her training saber on to her belt. A small snap could be heard throughout the Azhure's room. She made sure she got everything and when she was satisfied she was off. She walked toward the training area where she was suppose to go and saw the door to a grand chamber room. The darkness could be felt a mile away. It made her feel stronger like an aroma of food ready to be devoured by a predator.

When she arrived she was the only one here besides what she imagined was the teacher and a Wookie. "Greetings I am Azhure RoMayne." she said with an inclination of her head as a bow. She had a habit of getting off on the wrong foot with classes. She was trying not to offend anyone this time.

 

[3ulogy]

Telekinesis was to Karr'lo, something quite mysterious. It intrigued him greatly. Karr'lo was no dullard, although from his brutish appearance, people assumed him to be all braun and no brains. This wasn't the case, in fact he used this underestimation to his advantage whenever it served him. This lesson would do well to add to his basic knowledge of the skill.

Wearing a black cloak that shrouded his face, the only thing distinguishable about him was his white hair protruding from the darkness created by his hood. That, and his pale tattooed hands, outlining the bones in his hand. Upon entering the room, Karr'lo immediately noticed how frigid it was. He was used to the temperature dropping when the suns went down on his home planet of Tatooine, although he much preferred a more comfortable temperature. He would have to block it from his mind, the instructor obviously didn't want this to be too simple of a lesson. Speaking of whom, Karr'lo noticed the cloaked Crusader, Nepos patiently awaiting the rest of the class to arrive.

"Greetings, Nepos. I don't believe I have had the pleasure of meeting you as of yet... I look forward to your lesson."

He bowed respectfully, nodded to the others that arrived before him, and took a spot to sit down and meditate.

 

[Aaron Corinth]

Damion had been wondering the planet and the academy trying to learn and get into everything he possible could. Following a brief stint in the wilderness of Korriban, he had gained a great respect for the planet and picked up a useful skill along the way in the form of Force Speed. He had noticed a new class being put on by the Crusader Galad Nepos. He had only heard rumors of the man, but he seemed to be held in great regard and very little negative had been said about him.

He followed the all too familiar path to one of the central training chambers in the sith temple. He had visited the very chamber to meditate on several occasions. He entered the room from the right of where the crusader and three acolytes that arrived before him were waiting. He nodded to Rookwrr as he entered and approached the sith crusader. The temperature in the room was cool, but it made him comfortable under the armor, cloak, and now familiar mask. He bowed briefly to the crusader, "It is an honor to meet you, I am Damion Corinth," he said in the little used gravely voice he possessed.

He took his place beside the other acolytes to wait for the others to arrive. He stood at attention, prepared at anytime for anything. He knew the basics of telekinesis as well as push and pull. It was said this class would be far more interesting than simply push and pull and he looked forward to seeing what the crusader could produce for them.

 

[Trebantes]

Awhile history is believed to be a prime course to take, Thor Ra Brigantes decided it would be best to hone his T.K. abilities. So, he boarded his ship and headed straight to Korriban. Amongst the flight, Thor had his ship in auto-pilot, went to his cargo hold, where his training droids were and began a series of practicing Force pushes and pulls. There wasn't enough room in his ship to do some jumps or runs, so Thor waited for when his ship were to arrive to Korriban.

~Arrival~​

When Thor docked onto the planet, he was sure of where to go, since the Sith Academy on Korriban seemed more new than the ruins in the Valley of the Dark Lords. Yet, while Thor took his time admiring the ruins as he walked pass them, he finally made his way to the Academy. Upon hearing chatter amongst the other students about various classes and classrooms, he did his best to find the right room. Once finding a room, Thor saw a youthful standing where a teacher would be, assuming this is a prodigy, Thor bowed and made his way into the training room.

 

[Elijah Brockway]

While it was certainly new, dealing with so many others of so many different species, Tsisaar had found, over the last week or so, that the routine of things within the greater Sith Order was not dissimilar to that of home - he merely had more teachers to work with, was all. More classes, generally, as well. Devoted specifically to one usage or aspect of the Force at a time, not to simply using it; different from what he was used to, though certainly not a bad thing.

And it was to one of those classes he was currently heading. The masters of the temple at Ziost had signed him up to the class, making sure that this new acolyte was getting training in the Force that he wouldn't at Ziost. And this class was on Telekinesis; not the simple abilities such as push and pull, but things with more finesse, or so Tsis had been told. Useful for many reasons, not just due to the utility of the power, but due to the extra practice in opening oneself up to and manipulating the Force it could give, the extra control.

It took Tsisaar only a minute or so to reach the training room - it wasn't particularly far from where he was staying while on the planet - and he found that he was the last of the group to arrive, or so it seemed. He frowned, slighly - he much preferred being more punctual than this - before stepping into a room that to the others was likely cool, and to him was still slightly warmer than what he might prefer. Stepping up to the Master who all the others had already greeted, Tsisaar gave a short bow - not much more than a nod of the head, really - to the Crusader, before opening his mouth to speak.

"Crusader Nepos. I am Tsisaar Taral, here to learn."

 

[Galad J. Victus]

He carefully eyed each acolyte as they made their entrances, nodding in answer to their greetings as they came to him, brief for brief, respectful for respectful. Once all the students who were summoned had introduced themselves, Galad took a step forward and stood before them, his face devoid of any and all emotions, yet his eyes burning with a deep, bright curiosity. One by one he stared at the students, his gaze serving as a means of breakthrough; an attemp to glance at what rested within. A long moment of silence and cold ruled unchallenged, before the crusader began his words, his voice causing echoes within the vast chamber.

[COLOR="#crimson"]"I see the wild fire of hunger within you all, an immortal creature of unending desires, of power and knowledge. The path you chose is neither easy nor welcoming, it is full of traps and dangers, yet above all else, it is rewarding."[/color] His voice gained strength, seeking the full attention of those who spoke to. [COLOR="#crimson"]"Make no mistakes. This is a conflict. Crush whoever stands in your path, do not let anyone else be ahead of you. There are two ends to this road; either dead, or victory. Power accepts no more than one champions."

"Now tell me, what do you know of telekinesis? I hope no one here requires the very basics, for I wish to waste no time and proceed to real teachings?" [/COLOR]

 

[Clayton]

Rook grinned as Galad spoke, his words of the acolytes being in a struggle and not letting anyone stand in their way were appealing to Rook. If he had the chance, he would seek to dominate the others in this class. His use of telekinesis was something he had worked hard to improve as much he could, as it was a power that was incredibly versatile. "I know that Telekinesis is limited by the user's imagination. It has many applications, from lightsaber control to bringing an opponent closer to you. I've used the power fairly often," said the big wookiee. He too hoped that nobody needed basic instruction, Rook had come here to refine his abilities with telekinesis and perhaps learn of another application.

 

[3ulogy]

Karr'lo stood up straight to address Galad. His attitude toward the students was more if what Karr'lo had expected of a superior. He respected it.

"I know the basics of push, pull, and commanding smaller objects. That being said, I taught myself, but I know I do not need a remedial lesson."

He said this with a strong sense of pride, being the only force skill he knew reasonably well. He sat back down, hopeful no one would need a refresher course.

 

[Rogue Girl]

Azhure listened as the others explained what they could do. She thought back to when she first arrived at the Korriban Temple. She was just eight years old and quite scared and upset at the fact that her parents just gave her up. She remembered learning the basics of telekinesis from the teachers who were very strict. It took her awhile to adjust but in the end she finally got it.

Looking up at Galad she spoke. “I have learned the basics myself here at the temple. So no remedial lesson for me as well.” She wondered if the others needed it though she doubted anyone would confess to it.

 

[Aaron Corinth]

Damion listened to the other acolytes and merely nodded along with their comments of their knowledge and of not needing remedial training. He did not enjoy speaking in front of people and of late had to do it more than he was comfortable. He did not care to elaborate on his own training, but based on what the other acolytes had said they were on similar levels. He waved his hand in a gesture of continue to let the crusader know that he was competent and ready to move on to the next lesson.

 

[Trebantes]

Thor made another bow to Galad. "I too know the remedials." A new Empire will be born from knowledge combined with might, Thor thought to himself. Know a bit about the Forces of push, pull, jump, leap and run, Thor is expecting to learn something new in this lesson, perhaps a technique to throw around opponents like puppets or make waves through the Force. Oh the possibilities.