Waking Dragons (OOC Note)

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Waking Dragons (OOC Note)

Post by Ryan Korr » 2011-09-08 19:49

(OOC: This thread is simply about Ryan puzzling over the cred coin he was given and discovering more about the force. If any DJs want to jump in, go ahead)

Ryan sat alone in a room of one of the Federations training centers he was allowed to frequent. The temperature in the room was a chilling ten degrees Celsius and yet sweat dripped from his face from his exertions. The angled blade of his beskad lay silent on the frosty floor of the room, its edges freshly satiated after use. The eighteen-inch blade had a distinct forward drop on the cutting edge that gave it weight for slashing, while its concave clip point made it an excellent thrusting weapon as well. Ryan normally didn't fight with blades, you never knew what would come at you. He had gotten into several unwanted 'sword fights', if you could call them that, and had realized he needed to brush up on his swordplay. But he was here for more than just sword practice.

Goosebumps had risen all across the bare flesh of his forearms from the cold. He shivered slightly, but the cold helped him think. It calmed his body into a resting, hibernating-like state. The paranoia and hyperawareness of his surroundings he usually had slipped slowly away as he released it. He was here to search for answers, and if he saw a gun in every corner he would find none.

In his hands sat the credit coin that the Emperor Kane had given him. Ryan knew he would have to discover this for himself. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, imagining the power of the force flowing into him. And it did. He felt the power surge through his body. Even with his eyes closed he felt more aware of his surroundings than he with open eyes. If only he could have this power, forever and always. To do that he would have to unlock the secrets held with in the coin.

Korr ran his fingers over the coin. The hair on the back of his neck stood up as he did so and he felt a whispering in his ears. Something urged him to reach out and touch the coin, but not with his hands. Ryan pushed forward with his mind, slowly - he had been unaware that such a thing was possible - but what was impossible with the force? He found that it was much like sending thoughts, which he had done several times before. Warily, hungrily, a contradiction pulled by seduction, Ryan touched the coin through the force.
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Post by Crystala Endivain » 2011-09-11 07:11

It was a subtle feeling, almost nonexistent but to the keen senses of any remotely trained Dark Jedi, they would sense the ripple that flowed through the Force, like a pebble tossed into a pond, weakening over the distance. It was a familiar sensation to Crystala who had seen it exhibited through Kyp and other apprentices accepted into the Omega Order but it wasn't the ripple that made her eyes redden so much as it was the person behind the disturbance.

Sadly, the man had a latent talent for the Force. It was bad enough he was the worst person she had ever had to deal with but now he was starting to hone his focus into the small coin the Emperor had given him at the ball. The man desired nothing but power and would do anything and everything to attain it. Worlds could burn and anyone who might have been an ally to help him could die and Ryan wouldn't be able to care any less so long as he got what he believed was rightfully his in the end. The Emperor saw a usefulness in that but both men realized that Ryan was also far to smart to allow himself to be so easily controlled and manipulated.

Overtly exercising control wasn't an option therefore, it would only make him more determined to fight the current and that would only make him stronger, more dangerous. But to leave him to his own devices, unopposed was just as dangerous. He was a threat though only she seemed to see him as such while the others were blissfully ignorant of the fact or willfully ignoring it in whatever haughty attitude they possessed.

Ryan was still untrained, a complete novice as he tried to focus his mind, trying to manipulate the coin with the Force. It reminded her of her first foray into the new world and Crystala was a tad more cautious, uncertain of herself as everything was so new and foreign. She frowned as another ripple washed past her, another intense surge of effort trying to unlock whatever secret the coin possessed. If he had even an ounce of control, that blast could have actually sent someone flying across a room instead of dispersing out all around him for the entire vessel and even fleet to sense (depending how acute the passive senses were of any Dark Jedi in the area).

Closing her own eyes, Crsytala focused on the small coin in Ryan's hands. Though it were but an object, it had been created by the Force and thus served as an excellent focus, a lightning rod of sorts for her to more effectively channel her own energies through. She could tell Ryan was hell bent on figuring out what secrets it possessed, his mind practically screaming for the power he longed for. For a brief moment, Crystala considered taunting him, sending a gentle whisper into his mind saying that he was not worthy. Even if she masked her voice, he might still reach the wrong conclusions and try again somewhere else and that would only be counterproductive to Crystala so she decided on a different course of action.

Waiting for the next wave of energy, Crystala subtly filled the coin with some of the surrounding energies of the Force, drawing it from the air and the people beyond the walls in the room Ryan sat in, leeching off just a small amounts from each of them here and there so they wouldn't notice. When Ryan tried again, another pulse, she released the stored energy back at him in the form of a shocking pain that traveled through both his hands holding the coin, and through his arms, stopping just shy of his chest as though he had been hit by a mild electric charge. He recoiled suddenly, nearly dropping the coin in surprise. He had no idea what just happened but it was clear that he was both relieved and filled with an intense joy to have evoked some sort of response from the coin.

It was a good start as now he became more focused on trying to repeat that attempt. A small smirk tugged on her lips, the thought that he would become confused and frustrated by his inconsistent progress a juicy idea that she toyed with in her mind.
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Post by Ryan Korr » 2011-09-13 02:34

Well, Ryan had been expecting several things, but what he hadn't expected was for the coin to shock him. He really didn't know what to make of it. Brief frustration flared, but he crushed it instantly. He could think clearer without angry impatience clogging up his brain and he knew better than to let it get the better of him after just one attempt. Ryan had been so sure that that would work... Perhaps he'd just poked it in the wrong place. Trying again, with less pressure and in a different place, Ryan thought he might've triggered something, when suddenly the coin shocked him again.

The little trickle of electricity not enough to actually harm him, but enough to disrupt his concentration. Regaining it took several deep breaths until he was able once again to focus his intent. The seeing/feeling of the force was altogether different from anything else he had experienced. It could be compared to a highly addictive drug, he could feel the power racing through his veins. The difference was that drugs ruined you and only gave you a feeling of ecstasy, whereas the Force provided true power.

The coin gave off a strange... aura, a resonance. Korr stared at the coin. What was he doing wrong? Kane had given the coin to him for a reason. But Ryan had no idea what the purpose of the coin served.

Korr closed his eyes and felt the resonance again. Instead of poking it through the force again, Ryan decided to wrap it up, enshroud it like a covering. Encircling it with his consciousness he lowered until the force settled all around the coin. Well... nothing had happened, yet. He still felt the resonance of it, like a faint glow. No, wait, there was something. It was....
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Post by Crystala Endivain » 2011-09-13 05:02

It was a vague, hazy image, as though Ryan were staring into a holo, the transmission signal choppy and distorted so that it was full of static. It was very nondescript but he could make out a lone figure standing somewhere populated, people shuffling around around the figure. What immediately stuck out was how everyone was wearing the same outfit, grey trousers, grey shirts, grey coats and grey hats with grey shoes. All around this lone figure, the same dressed people had their faces obscured by the hats and were brushing against the only stationary figure who was looking around, uncertain, confused and looking very lost. Somehow, the figure looked familiar to Ryan and, as he started to focus on him, the person looked up into the sky, directly at whatever camera was looking down at him and Ryan recognized the face staring back at him.

It was his own.

What was the coin trying to tell Ryan? He wasn't sure but remained transfixed on the scene as the people brushing against him started bumping into him now, the flows of the crowd now starting to force him to move least he get swept away unwillingly. Focused on the people around him, the grey dressed Ryan tried to resist the movement but the more he struggled, the more he was shoved even though no one in the crowd seemed to pay him any mind, walking into him or past him as though he didn't exist. The image flickered for a moment, the static distorting the view for just long enough for Ryan to lose track of the struggling individual. When it returned, it became impossible to distinguish anyone apart any more as the faces of everyone on the street were hidden by those damnable fedora hats. Searching around, all Ryan saw were masses of grey hats moving in orderly fashion with not a single person out of place, not even a single stain or visible difference between anyone.

As if to emphasize some sort of unspoken point, the coin sent another quick jolt of pain into Ryan, a hint of some sort though it cared not if he got it as the last image was of the view panning out, showing hundreds, then thousands and finally millions of the same dressed people shuffling around in the massive dull grey city on some dull grey world that looked a little like Corellia but drained of the usual lush colour.
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Post by Ryan Korr » 2011-09-30 04:01

The blood froze in Ryan's veins, this couldn't be. Was this the force telling him that even his struggle against the futility of normality was futile? No, it simply wasn't possible. He didn't believe it, he couldn't believe it. All he'd been striving for, the entire way he understood the galaxy... just gone. A buzzing noise filled his ears. Was it the sound of his world crashing down around his ears?

He felt the shock ripple through his body and seemed to drink in the pain as it melded with the bewilderment of his mental state. For the physical abuse he had just sustained was nothing to what was happening in his mind.

All those faces. All of them, the same. A grey, pathetic world full of insects not worthy of the very air they breathed. He couldn't stand it! A dark anger welled up inside of him. It was not passionate. It was not heated. It was not blind emotion. It was pure, cold, unadulterated hate. For those pathetic beings, for himself, for - for - The air seemed to be sucked out of the room as Ryan gathered energy into himself. Everything. The telekinetic shockwave he unleashed in his cold, focused fury would've sent a man to the ground had it been more directed at a specific point. As it was his sword shuddered. But the coin Ryan still held, only this time he found that his blizzard of anger and increased focus allowed him to almost literally feel the coin, through nothing but the force. Ryan focused intensely on it, the acidity in his eyes would've melted the coin if possible. Korr found himself preparing to break the coin in two, but before he could he had a sudden revelation. As if he were on the peak of a mountain and could see all that was below fitting together, like a puzzle.

The anger he still kept, but he wondered.... had there been something he had overlooked? Perhaps the entire purpose of this vision was just a test, to see if he would be able to restrain himself. Maybe. He would try, once more. He would prove that he was not simply the beast of mindless destruction so many saw him as. They didn't understand. Understand the futility of their lives. Power was all that mattered, any force user who couldn't see it's worth didn't deserve their abilities. And when the time came, Ryan would be sure to take it from them. When the time came.

Ryan found himself shaking from what had just happened, the cold was getting to him, seeping through his bones. He shuddered. He didn't know if he could try again. The cold made him so... so very tired.

But... for now.... Ryan focused again as the winter storm within him died down and touched the coin once more...
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Post by Crystala Endivain » 2011-10-05 21:19

Snorting once, Crystala had experienced more than enough to know just how dangerous Ryan could become one day. However, she also gleaned something very useful in the process. No longer influencing the coin, she let him continue his struggles, having accomplished more than she could have ever anticipated. There could have been a more effective way to have attained the knowledge and Crystala wasn't above digging through his mind but that wouldn't have revealed the more interesting thing about him, something that would be even more useful in the future when- not if but when- he finally became a serious threat.

I still think it's a mistake to think he can be at all useful to anyone, she thought as she walked away. The man desired power, if that wasn't obvious enough, however, with that desire came a blindness which would fester into a complete and total dependance to that which would give him his power. His greatest desire would give him the power and the strength he so desired, but in so doing, it would also pave the way to his greatest weakness and his ultimate undoing.

Though Crystala didn't much enjoy- let alone tolerate- the idea of him being allowed to come even remotely close to becoming an apprentice to any Dark Jedi, she already suspected that the gears were in motion and, short of ending his life prematurely, there was little she could do to stop the Force from reaching the climax of this tale, however far down along the road that would be. All she could do now was make sure all the pieces were in place, biding her time and patiently waiting for the day. In that time, all she could do was make sure she didn't become slack in her own training and make sure the others stayed well ahead with their own studies too. Experience was on their side, but Ryan was reckless and he might willingly plunge into the abyss head first if it sped up his ascent and provided him with the means to challenge anyone who dared oppose his might.

But the Dark Side wasn't something that would allow anyone to think it could be so easily controlled. Watching him try to manipulate the coin, it was almost amusing, like a child trying to walk, except this child had nary a leg to stand on in the first place. Letting the Force return to its normal ebb and flow, she let herself drift back to her own body, leaving nothing behind though she doubted Ryan would ever realize that anything was ever amiss. She knew more than enough to know the threat he posed and, more importantly, how to best counter that threat.

You think you're special, Crystala thought to herself, purple eyes drifting away from the direction the plain man was trying to unlock the secrets in the coin, But in the end, you're acting no differently than any criminal would if they discovered they had an affinity to the Force.
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Post by Ryan Korr » 2012-05-20 06:12

Ryan felt... nothing. The cred coin resonated in the Force. He could see its spectral image in his mind's eye. After all that work, all the pain, for nothing? The cold grip of anger tightened his chest and he breathed heavily, struggling to control the dark venom spilling from his soul. He felt his mask slipping away; that calm veneer that made him seem so cold, with a dark gravitas, fell little by little. The chaos raged within his mind, urging him to destroy it, to destroy everything. The true face of Ryan Korr revealed itself, a face full of pain and hatred. Ignored by those he had loved, belittled. Nothing was ever good enough for them. His mind became a scene of tortured hell. He had lived in obscurity. Belittled. Disregarded. Just another orphaned whelp. Now he found someone who finally believed him different than the rest, yet their gift proved to be more of a curse. He felt... betrayed. The mask fell.

The Dark Side surged through Ryan, empowering him, feeding him, enabling him to crush anyone, to destroy anything. He revealed his tortured, tempestuous soul and his face twisted into a soundless snarl. The gelid wrath of his mind struck the coin like a lightning bolt of directed chaos. The sharp ping as the coin hit the wall echoed through the air and pierced the entropic darkness of Ryan's mind. He raged on, wishing he could tear out the walls and bring the very building down, but without a purposed direction to his anger it began to dissipate. Suddenly, Ryan slipped the mask back on.

The dark skein of his mind was hidden behind the sinister smile and intense eyes. Korr sat awhile in stillness, no longer fighting rage, but simply thinking. Such underhanded mockery did not seem to be the Emperor's way. Kane preferred subtle displays of power. Or perhaps it was simply a diversion, to keep him from realizing the true meaning of the coin. Ryan began to dig deeper about what the coin really symbolized. Perhaps, it was not quite so literal as it appeared. Perhaps.... the coin was meant to be a simple challenge; a metaphorical lock that he must open... or break. But what was it that caused Kane to give him the electrum coin in the first place? The Emperor must have sensed... something in him. An affinity to the Force perhaps? Long ago, Ryan had discovered that he might have such abilities, but being hunted across the galaxy by the Hutts and having to make a living wiped such thoughts from his mind. Now, they resurfaced. Not many had a connection to the Force, but even those that did had a very weak one. The Emperor may have been simply seeking to figure out just how far Ryan's affinity with the Force reached.

Ryan had his answer.

Deep within him, a dormant dragon had woken. Now, it yearned to test its flame.

Ryan Korr stood and retrieved the electrum coin, finding himself so exhausted by his use of the Force that even stooping to pick up the coin and saber was an effort. Proud, but pained, Ryan left the training center.
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