Chapter 41: Aspect of Control
The next morning, upon her bald head, she felt the warmth of his shoulder. A hand on her clothed hip, and her feet dangling freely. She was no longer in the confined sleeping compartment, yet she was no longer within the Scimitar either.
Her immediate sense of hearing were greeted by complete silence other than the beating of their hearts and the rustling of droids nearby. The air was recycled, but it wasn't stale.
A smile tugged over her lips as she attempted to snuggle further into the body which was carrying her. She rubbed the side of her face into his shoulder and left peck. The friction against his clothes created heat which welcomed her cheek. The still air which moved by her as he walked with her in his arms, tickled her exposed skin.
Slowly her blue hues opened and stared vacantly, blinking a few times as she was waking up a bit more. She wanted to go back to sleep, but then paused before she was able to close her eyes once again.
The interior of the ship had dark walls with elongated ovular slots that had lighting emplacements within the them. She slowly raised her head, still brushing her face against his clothes. They seemed to be walking through some sort of corridor. The ceiling was only three meters high, the corridor being at least twice that with rounded walls instead of complete right angles.
Her eyes traced the reflection in the off-black floor, she was in the arms of Valad, her fingers grasped at his chest, tightening around the fabric of his shirt.
She saw a force vision of herself with bright red eyes, filled with hatred and dread. Abandonment, betrayal, loss. She saw a past which she didn't recognize and was overcome by the fear. Looking at the floor was like looking into the abyss, it was looking right back at her.
Killing Knights of Zakuul, beings who were suppose to be using the force to bring about Justice. She had purged them, then created her own order out of their ranks. Her brother betrayed her, sided with her mother. Abandoned again. Her father, even in death he tormented her.
Her blue eyes turned as her head lulled into his arm, staring at Valad. Her eyes glow red in her reflection on the floor, yet when she looked into his eyes, they were blue.
"You're letting the force run wild within your mind," Valad said in a scholarly voice; imitating that of a Jedi. "Control is internal. It is the one's ability to recognize the Force in oneself and to use it to one's benefit." He used a slightly altered quote, in the fourth person, from Jedi Master Bodo Baas who had once spoken of the aspect of control.
Vaylin could only nod, wiggling her toes in her shoes a bit. She wanted to get down from his arms, she wanted to walk on her own.
Closing her eyes, she would focus before using the force to allow her to jump from his arms and flawlessly on to the floor beside him. She stumbled and almost slipped on the ground, before balancing herself and looking over his shoulder at him.
He wasn't wearing a smile, his face was blank. She tilted her head seeing this and nervously folded her hands behind her back.
"You must center yourself, open your mind, cleanse it of all thought. Determine your will," Valad said as he folded his hands in front of himself over his waist as they both walked into what looked like a conference room which had been turned into a meditation chamber.
Despite her affinity in the force, and her obsessive use of it, this hadn't been a essential part of her original training. "Center myself...?"
"...Meditation..." Valad said as he simplified what he was telling her to do. This is something she understood. She had meditated before, or more so was forced to do so surrounded by the Zealots.
Swallowing shallowly, she nodded, having a somewhat bad feeling about this. She was already given a glimpse of what she would have become, if he hadn't fetched her. Was this the force telling her that she had diverged from her destiny?
If she should fall here, what would become of her? Would she be sent back?
Was she really her? Or was she a copy of herself? An alternate version of herself perhaps?
Her thoughts fell back to Zakuul and the world which she had been held against her will. Where her mother who tried many times to save her, just hadn't been able to do so.
Valad escorted the girl to the center of the room where she found herself filled to the brim with thoughts of possibilities and endless emotions began to pour out of her. That was until he snapped his fingers in front of her face.
Vaylin's eyes immediately locked onto his hand, then glared at him. Yet she found herself no longer thinking of her past, the possibilities of what could have happened. He had completely distracted her for a few seconds.
"Control." Valad said as he let out a soft sigh. "It's different for everyone. You must make yourself comfortable."
Walking over to a container, he opened it and 'pulled' out a cylinder that looked similar to a Zakuul saber identical to that of her mother's. He walked over to her and placed it in her hands.
"It's a training saber. You may use it to meditate, should holding a blade make you feel comfortable, or help you center yourself." Valad would explain, patting her on the shoulder before taking several steps back and sitting on the ground. He crossed his legs and closed his eyes, lowering his head as he did so and slowly began to vanish within the force.
She could no longer feel him, yet she could see him right in front of herself.
He was a master of Stealth from what she could see, as she couldn't sense anything. Was this how he meditated? Removing his presence and relaxing his body and mind?
Thoughts rang out through her head as she overthought and overanalyzed. She closed her eyes tightly, until they became lax and her arms lulled at her sides. 'Control...' she muttered under her breath. She drew back one leg, keeping her right pitted to the ground.
Her arm moved back and she held the weapon horizontally behind her. The cylinder expanded into that of a pike and an electric blue light emitted from the end of it. This was not a regular lightsaber, it was a training saber. It could only do stun damage and deflect off of surfaces and people.
The area between her brows creased as she cleared her mind. Thoughts, visions, fear, hatred and lingering emotions bean to seep into the tightrope which held her suspended above the darkness.
She didn't embrace the light, she didn't fall into the dark abyss below. She spun her body, pushed off the floor with her toes. She did a full round house kick and landed, swiping low at an invisible enemy.
The hum of the blade was relaxing. It spoke to her. She continued to move, centering her being. The force she believed was a tool of Justice, as was preached by the Knights of Zakuul. Her tightrope became a brilliant red-gold. Sweat began to extend from her brow. Time had gone by quickly, as she had been doing this for more than an hour. Repeating her moves, over and over again. Committing them to memory, savoring the feeling of fatigue and ambition.
What was her ambition? To be in control. Her emotions didn't cloud her judgement, but they clouded her actions. She would like to best her friends in a spar, but she would not like to destroy them.
A reminder, a flashback was ignored. The time when she kept failing in a spar, and used the force to crush and cripple her trainers. The look on her father and mother's faces when they saw her demonstrate her prowess.
That was how she was condemned to the torture and conditioning. She never wanted that to happen again. She will not be denied Justice again. She will not suffer injustice again.
Valad smiled softly as he watched her, his eyes were open as he had heard her movements. He opened the companion tab and looked over her details.
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Name: Vaylin Tirall
Age: Fourteen
Gender: Female
Race: Human [ Zakuul ]
Mood: Entranced.
Status: Meditative Trance.
[ Skills ] [ Equipment ] [ Commands ]
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Valad was ecstatic as there were new options on the companion's tab for each of his followers. Though he was rather curious of what these commands were. He opened them and looked over the Commands. It looked like a terminal from a linux kernel or a command line from Windows.
His lips pursed slightly as he stared at the words which were on top of the 'command line' which made him rather curious.
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Using Commands through the Companion Tab will create mental urges, desires and impulses in the receiver. This can be used to pacify an aggressive or suspicious companion, though using this to command them may make them suspect that they're being influenced if they feel an urge they don't understand or know they'd never do on their own.
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Like any hormonal teen, he had sinister ideas ripping through his head. While he had just been preaching about control earlier and even encouraging her, he thought of some commands he could try. Yet he was able to stop himself from sating his curoristy and lust.
Letting out a soft sigh, he would proceed to open the skills tab on her application. The handful of the core abilities would appear rather nicely. Force Bellow was one of her abilities he knew she used during her frustrations when she was originally having problems using force push on command.
It was rather adorable as he recalled the cinematic of her training alone in the forest, with an old set of Zakuul armor strung up in a tree. She tried using the force to push it, yet got so frustrated until she screamed. She even began to hear the voices of the force when she had woken her powers.
Looking over the skills, he noticed that there was a [Shop] button, which meant he could literally buy capabilities for her. He wondered how that worked and pressed the shop button. Multiple force abilities and other skills appeared on the screen for purchase.
Casually scrolling through them, he barely paid much attention to Vaylin now. She was off doing her own thing with her martial style of meditation. Exercising and blowing off steam, controlling her compulsions and inner self.
That's when he came across the Seven Jedi Arts skill, which taught her the adept stages of each form rather than just one of them. A grin formed over his lips as he purchased the item.
Just as she was doing a running front kick, she felt a warm pleasurable sensation run throughout her body, coursing through every nerve in her body. Information shot through her mind and she immediately lost center. She twisted her body to bring up the other leg for a kick and immediately found herself falling back and sliding across the polished floor of the room.
She laid there, holding the back of her head as her mouth was agape from losing her breath.
Valad just sat there staring with a wide ass grin, making him look like an idiot. "You okay there, Vaylin?" His tone made it clear he was trying extremely hard not to laugh, as if he had expected that to happen.
"How... Did you do that...?"
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