Post by Bourne on Jul 7, 2009 18:13:33 GMT -5
Fear. It could take away someone's pride, when it got too strong; force someone to be rational; and it could give one energy when in danger, give them the strength and will to fight back. ‘Light, grey, dark or other,’ Aurora had told him, ‘they all didn't use this root emotion to it's potential. The light thought it would lead them to the dark side; those with the dark side said they had no fear, yet believed in the emotions of survival for their power: anger, hate, envy. Why, when they projected fear onto others, did the Dark Jedi neglect to feel it for themselves?’ It was certainly an emotion Robson Starkiller would also have to use. It seemed to be both a possitive and negative emotion, one that was hard for one to simply ignore, too. Fear. The thing that most normal creatures felt, but would hide from others.
The room was in shade, and empty. All except one man who stood in the center of it, in a crouch; two bright, blue blades in his strait hands and arms. Being held at the tip of their curved handles, both pointed only a half-inch apart, at the door.
Why was he here? He should be far out in the galaxy, returning his act as Darth Destino, which no one knew the identity of, save himself and Darth Aurora, also a ‘False Darth’ or ‘Fallen Dark Jedi’ as she might word it. His eyes looked coldly at the door, and he began to use the Dark Side, by using his anger at the Order to his advantage. It was why he was practicing alone, for this moment, until someone entered, which he must be prepared for. He smiled, now, a rare thing to do, though he was alone, making it more likely than usual. Whenever he was given another mission, he would be ready, he would make sure of it.
Now, as though he had been waiting for a Pod Race to begin, or that a bond had been cut, he moved. In a true Form IV stance, eager to actually move, his arms stretched wide. Both blades began rotating, now adding a taste of Form II, as his arms assisted in the rotation. Making it hard for any invisible enemy to where the blades were, as for the strange movements, now adding the randomness of his own method of Juyo to them. And then, as though juggling, he tossed one of the silver hilts into the air, the blade spinning; at risk of damaging himself or the room, if it were not turned to a very low setting, as though only a practice saber.
He caught it, as the second one was tossed. It was not for true combat, only to stretch his potential, since he had no enemy to fight as of it. He drew out one of the objects he used as Darth Destino, one that created mist around an area. He had only set it so that it would only release a small amount.
As the steam as raised, now truly taking on a hybrid between forms II and IV, with a mix of the new Clawdite, he imagined a foe beyond the missed. With one swipe of the blade, beads of water were slashed away, only seeing in front of himself for a moment, before stabbing with the other lightsaber, crashing where a heart would be.
Tossing one lightsaber in the air again, he swirled the other to move away all mist, before sending the water further away with a wave of the force. Only a second later, he tossed the second lightsaber in the air, flipping backward, so that he was in the center of the room again. Now, he went back to his crouching stance, catching both lightsabers, and drawing them down to point at the door, again. And he had used little energy, gravity did not need use of the force, nor movements of the body.
The room was in shade, and empty. All except one man who stood in the center of it, in a crouch; two bright, blue blades in his strait hands and arms. Being held at the tip of their curved handles, both pointed only a half-inch apart, at the door.
Why was he here? He should be far out in the galaxy, returning his act as Darth Destino, which no one knew the identity of, save himself and Darth Aurora, also a ‘False Darth’ or ‘Fallen Dark Jedi’ as she might word it. His eyes looked coldly at the door, and he began to use the Dark Side, by using his anger at the Order to his advantage. It was why he was practicing alone, for this moment, until someone entered, which he must be prepared for. He smiled, now, a rare thing to do, though he was alone, making it more likely than usual. Whenever he was given another mission, he would be ready, he would make sure of it.
Now, as though he had been waiting for a Pod Race to begin, or that a bond had been cut, he moved. In a true Form IV stance, eager to actually move, his arms stretched wide. Both blades began rotating, now adding a taste of Form II, as his arms assisted in the rotation. Making it hard for any invisible enemy to where the blades were, as for the strange movements, now adding the randomness of his own method of Juyo to them. And then, as though juggling, he tossed one of the silver hilts into the air, the blade spinning; at risk of damaging himself or the room, if it were not turned to a very low setting, as though only a practice saber.
He caught it, as the second one was tossed. It was not for true combat, only to stretch his potential, since he had no enemy to fight as of it. He drew out one of the objects he used as Darth Destino, one that created mist around an area. He had only set it so that it would only release a small amount.
As the steam as raised, now truly taking on a hybrid between forms II and IV, with a mix of the new Clawdite, he imagined a foe beyond the missed. With one swipe of the blade, beads of water were slashed away, only seeing in front of himself for a moment, before stabbing with the other lightsaber, crashing where a heart would be.
Tossing one lightsaber in the air again, he swirled the other to move away all mist, before sending the water further away with a wave of the force. Only a second later, he tossed the second lightsaber in the air, flipping backward, so that he was in the center of the room again. Now, he went back to his crouching stance, catching both lightsabers, and drawing them down to point at the door, again. And he had used little energy, gravity did not need use of the force, nor movements of the body.