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 Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 8:24 am
The sith knight makes his way into the main assembely chamber where all is silent. Before meditation, he wished to try something out on his own first. Standing uptight, and concentrating on harnessing the flow, Yaston lifts his legs up to his chest. He opened his eyes and saw that he was still suspended in midair. However, as soon as he let his thoughts take over too much, he fell onto the ground. It was only for fractions of a second, but in that time, he had been completely suspended in mid-air.
He went into the center of the room, sat down indian-style, and meditated, an inner-maniacal chuckle 'becoming onto' him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 12:56 pm
The next challenge for Yaston was much more challenging, comprised of suspending a tabou in mid air and performing many more acrobatic manuveurs, to each the end of the labyrinth. At certain points, one was required to use the force to push the tabou into slots on doors in order to proceed. However, it was still required to keep the tabou levatating the whole time. Yaston found himself failing this multiple times, but he found the challenge of keeping the tabou suspended while making his way through to be quite entertaining it took most of the day to complete, although the actual drill was roughly 30 minutes. He took long periods of time to meditate and to introspect.
It went like this for days, each drill proceding to be tougher than the last, either by complexity or insensity. Within five days, however, all non-combat drills he had succeeded in completing, although he cursed that he would probably never be able to pull off such feats again, and didn't quite see their purpose. Now, there were no more holocrons to seek knowledge from, so he proceded to the combat chambers, where he sat indian style on top of a tall pillar overlooking the whole room. He often spectated events happening below in silence, but as well, he also casually meditated to further grapse the characteristics of the Force, malipulating things all around him. He also attempted, with much success, to take apart and re-assemble his disruptor rifle. He did however skew a few of the settings on the weapon to make it perform below-par, and from a distance it would look as if the weapon was modified by an amateur weapons slicer.
Frankly, he kept himself occupied while awaiting further instructions.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 10:57 pm
Yaston makes his way downstairs, outside into the darkness. A cool breeze is aloft, and Yaston stands at ease, spectating the world around him. The more he consciously thinks of it, the more the notion of the Force solidifies within him. Though subconscious training, he had opened the door to his mind and let the Force in. And now that the Force was no longer stranger to him, he could know reflect upon it in a conscious, and deep, way.
Yaston decides to ascend into the trees and lay between two branches, confident they would hold him upright till dawn. Many thoughts went through his mind.
How is it, that I have come all this way and instantly made a Knight the second I step through the door? How is it that I have been able to keep this all up? If I had been thinking consciouslly the whole time, I would to have been bound to give up. It was... as if... there was something irking me on. Why do I all of a sudden feel emotions of angst, and thoughts of unconforming? Why does tainted, twisted, and perverted happenings all of a sudden start to make logical sense to me? This place... it has effected who I am, and in return, I have been honored to have been gifted by a mentor the second I walked through the door. Is this were my destiny truely lies.
My family. The council. They were so quick to send me to this place. However, they strike me as good-minded people. Why am I here? Why did they send me here? To proove something? To make me into some sort of killing machine?
I all of a sudden feel very lonely. Hopefully my patience will pay off, and answers will reveal themselves over time.
And with that, Yaston retired into a deep, cumbersome sleep. He however did not sense that in the morning, he would wake up to a Ysalmimari suspended right above him. He was in for quite a surprise, and a challenge, as he would have to work his way down to the ground without the Force as an ally.
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 11:07 am
And so he awoke, comforted in knowing that the branches had in fact kept him in place the whole night, and regardless of that, he did sleep quite comfortably. The morning dew made its way up into the branches of the twisted trees, and little patches of sunlight could only be seen now and then through the blanket the tree canopy made. Yaston spectated this silently.
He was about to dismount from the tree, when all of a sudden he felt a weird vibration. He looked up. There above him crawled a large ysalimari, upside down on the branch above him. He was instantly aware with his situation was now.
"Rag-tags and Spice Loons! What a great way to start a day, by having some Force-sucker lie above you as you wish to move! Argh!"
Yaston thought.
Well, the trees are twisted. It would be one hell of a time getting down. The Force wont work, well, at least until I get a certain distance away. Maybe I should try communicating with it...
Recall, that Kel Dors are able to mentally communicate with others through the use of their extra-sensory organs. And so, Yaston initiated.
You there, creature of the wood. Yaston Salvatore wishes for you to move, and so you should feel compelled to do so.
The Ysalimari, without movings its head, rotated his eyes around to meet his. However, the creature did not react in any way for a good period of time.
I'll make sure this lumbering wooden giant house of yours is destroyed if I ever happen to get down to the ground without your intervention. So if you want to remain on this tree, I suggest you move, now.
All of a sudden, the ysalimari's eyes widened and its eyelids started to twitch. It crawled as fast as it possibly could, up the tree. However, this was not fast enough for Yaston's liking. So, to himself, he thought.
Hell, it looks like I'm going to have to make a jump for it, and then hope my flow to the force returns mid-way through the fall.
And so without a second to spend, to jumped. The descent was fast, and half the time he couldn't tell what lay below him; frail branches continously pumpled him. And then, he could make out a thick branch right below him. He attempted to malipulate the force to move the branch for him so we would pass it unscarred. However, he could not move it. He thought it was because of the lizard creature; in reality, it was because there were too many distractions for him to pull it off freely. In despair, he put his feet together and he smashed through the branch, his feet now aching. He was now fast approaching the ground.
He saummersulted onto the ground to break his fall. Leaves floated down ontop of him as he stood up and shook himself off.
"Well, that was fun. Now, time to go inside and await master."
The sound of mynocks could be heard screaming throughout the forest, as he made his way inside.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2005 4:33 am
Freya, Magnus' aide, comes up behind Yaston.
"Yaston, my master requires you in the common room."
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2005 4:37 am
Yaston picks himself up from the floor where we had been meditating, and casually turned about to face the new face.
"Then I will see to that immediatly."
Yaston thinks to himself.
Finally, all the waiting might pay off.
And with that, he jumps into his salvaged Interceptor, and acquired coordinates for his destination. The trees swayed as he left the atmosphere, and warped to Magnus' location.
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