Post by Raytheon on Dec 13, 2012 6:11:31 GMT -5
It was a rare sight that Haust came to Korriban of his own volition, however this was not one of those moments he was summoned and given an assignment however rather than take and assignment and rush head first such as some initiates might do he always researched. Reading and learning was a slow process but insured a high degree of success and a low probability of impending death or injury.
He had been tasked with finding a deserter and to either kill her or to bring her back alive she was a practitioner of of the force never exceeding beyond mastering Shii Cho, and focused on telekinetic attacks using Shii Cho mainly for defense against saber wielders. This moment Haust was reading up on defense techniques, and weaknesses in telekinetic attacks it was of course interesting to note that one could drain themselves using the force excessively.
though Haust himself had never used the force excessively himself but rather moved to drain it from others often to the point of death. It was a delicious notion to drain someone of their entire life force yourself felt fulfilled as if you filled this empty chasm of desire and longing. though from himself this longing eventually grew and urged him to feed, to drain the force and while he could drain the subtle force from many animals & sentient beings it was a delight to drain it from a force sensitive the difference between a single course meal and a five course meal larger helping, variety of feelings.
The cool sensation that he could feel rushing through his veins constantly as he sapped the life and force from another leaving behind a drained shell of a being. They would be a body with no connection to the force, no connection to life apart from the decaying shell they no longer existed completely dead to the force.
But he pressed away such thoughts and focused on his reading within the Temple library, it was empty save for perhaps two or three others who read up on tomes and holocrons hoping to find a secret to power and domination.
Dressed in his usual casual garbs was a simple charcoal hued shimmersilk tunic, matching slacks tucked into black bantha leather knee high boots strapped tightly and bound with durasteel clamps. His tuner tunic however was a deep purple, his gloves a tight fitting leather, buttoned closed at the wrist. The decorative fashions would be his silver chronometer, and the gold and electrum bracers against his forearms that were more decorate than protective function. However unlike the usual attire for members of the Order he didn't enjoy the aspects of heavy black robes, with hints of red robes in particular he found restraining and did away with them all together.
His utility belt was more fanciful than most, bronzium plated edged on black leather pouches contained a variety of tools needed at any moment not different from a Jedi utility belt for the except of a single single silver flask on the opposite side of his dangling electrum, curved hilt saber. A flask which could contain a variety of liquid but usually Zeltros Brandy, sweetened oaken flavor with the natural induced pheromones a unintended byproduct of Zeltros liquor occasionally a single drop of Zeltron sweat contained liquid pheromones and would get into a batch.
He would close the book as he finished reading setting it aside and lifting another thick leather bound tome from the stack he assigned himself to read from, setting it down unto the table before opening it up to the next page...
He had been tasked with finding a deserter and to either kill her or to bring her back alive she was a practitioner of of the force never exceeding beyond mastering Shii Cho, and focused on telekinetic attacks using Shii Cho mainly for defense against saber wielders. This moment Haust was reading up on defense techniques, and weaknesses in telekinetic attacks it was of course interesting to note that one could drain themselves using the force excessively.
though Haust himself had never used the force excessively himself but rather moved to drain it from others often to the point of death. It was a delicious notion to drain someone of their entire life force yourself felt fulfilled as if you filled this empty chasm of desire and longing. though from himself this longing eventually grew and urged him to feed, to drain the force and while he could drain the subtle force from many animals & sentient beings it was a delight to drain it from a force sensitive the difference between a single course meal and a five course meal larger helping, variety of feelings.
The cool sensation that he could feel rushing through his veins constantly as he sapped the life and force from another leaving behind a drained shell of a being. They would be a body with no connection to the force, no connection to life apart from the decaying shell they no longer existed completely dead to the force.
But he pressed away such thoughts and focused on his reading within the Temple library, it was empty save for perhaps two or three others who read up on tomes and holocrons hoping to find a secret to power and domination.
Dressed in his usual casual garbs was a simple charcoal hued shimmersilk tunic, matching slacks tucked into black bantha leather knee high boots strapped tightly and bound with durasteel clamps. His tuner tunic however was a deep purple, his gloves a tight fitting leather, buttoned closed at the wrist. The decorative fashions would be his silver chronometer, and the gold and electrum bracers against his forearms that were more decorate than protective function. However unlike the usual attire for members of the Order he didn't enjoy the aspects of heavy black robes, with hints of red robes in particular he found restraining and did away with them all together.
His utility belt was more fanciful than most, bronzium plated edged on black leather pouches contained a variety of tools needed at any moment not different from a Jedi utility belt for the except of a single single silver flask on the opposite side of his dangling electrum, curved hilt saber. A flask which could contain a variety of liquid but usually Zeltros Brandy, sweetened oaken flavor with the natural induced pheromones a unintended byproduct of Zeltros liquor occasionally a single drop of Zeltron sweat contained liquid pheromones and would get into a batch.
He would close the book as he finished reading setting it aside and lifting another thick leather bound tome from the stack he assigned himself to read from, setting it down unto the table before opening it up to the next page...