Doma knelt in front of the towering figure that was his Master, in the
centre of a round room, encircled by small yellow creatures.
"These are Ysalamiri, Doma, they drain the essence of the force from living
beings in its vicinity."
Ruhmer spoke for what seemed like hours, when in reality the Sith liked to
keep things very short and concise.
"Move one." Ruhmer finished. Doma did not quite understand.
"But Master, you just said yourself it cannot be done"
"Fool!" Ruhmer erupted "To be strong you must learn to draw the force from
anything available! Similar to these Ysalamiri." he paused for breath "This
is a difficult skill to master, the Jedi do not think it important to
learn, but if you are without the force, you are without a weapon. Now,
drain the force! From me, the Ysalamiri! All the pupils in the temple!
Anything it takes, just move a Ysalamiri!"
Doma held out a hand, and felt the living force around him circulating
towards these creatures. He concentrated hard, trying to reverse the flow
of the force towards him, and for around 10 minutes, nothing happened.
Then, he felt the flow slowing down, if only slightly, it encouraged him to
keep trying, and he tried harder than he had tried before. He felt sweat
pour down his brow, and down his neck, dampening the hood of his cloak,
when suddenly, something hit him in the face, and knocked him over.
He sat up, and looked on the floor to his right, where he observed a
Ysalamiri, he had moved it.
"Good," the cold voice of Ruhmer sounded, "You have done well, Doma, but
you must practice this skill, or all the hard work you just did will be to
no avail."
Doma slowly got to his feet "Yes Master, I will."
"Doma, are you forgetting something?" Ruhmer asked him in an agitated
voice.
Doma felt on his belt, and realised his sabre was missing. He quickly
glanced around and saw it on the floor a few feet away; he must have
dropped it when he fell.
"I'm sorry Master, please forgive me," Doma held out his hand, and let his
sabre fly into his hand, whereupon he quickly put it away.
Ruhmer turned his back on Doma, "You are strong, Doma," Ruhmer said, then
quickly wheeled round and in almost a flash, he was standing in front of
Doma, "Do not grow weak at this crucial stage in your training." With that,
Ruhmer left the room.
Doma walked towards a window, and leant on its sill, looking out
into the barren wasteland that was Yavin 4. The temple had stood here for
as long as anyone could remember. He could see into the combat training
hall, a young girl had been injured, and was receiving medical assistance.
Doma thought for a moment, and the words of his Master echoed in his brain,
".if you are without the force, you are without a weapon". He wondered, was
it him who caused the accident? Had he left the pupil without a weapon when
he drained it from her?. He had seen the girl before in passing, and she
wasn't someone he would want to hurt, but he was probably responsible. Doma
couldn't help feeling remorse, but he knew he shouldn't, he would soon be a
Sith, and remorse was a weak emotion by their teachings. What would Ruhmer
say? "Forget her, she is a Sith too, she can handle pain!" but Doma didn't
want to be the one to cause people pain. He knew there was a chance the
girl could have died, as the Sith didn't use safety precautions, they tried
to teach pupils to handle pain.
Just then, a siren sounded. He knew what it meant, an emergency, and all
pupils to their quarters, but that also meant all facilities would be
locked, including the one he was in.he was trapped. He thought quickly,
what would he do? So in desperation he tried to unlock a door with the
force, but to no avail. He looked around quickly, and saw an open window on
the other side of the room. Without thinking, he dashed across the room and
dived out of the window, summoning the force to let him soar through the
window opposite.but he had forgotten the properties of the Ysalamiri, and
fell.
centre of a round room, encircled by small yellow creatures.
"These are Ysalamiri, Doma, they drain the essence of the force from living
beings in its vicinity."
Ruhmer spoke for what seemed like hours, when in reality the Sith liked to
keep things very short and concise.
"Move one." Ruhmer finished. Doma did not quite understand.
"But Master, you just said yourself it cannot be done"
"Fool!" Ruhmer erupted "To be strong you must learn to draw the force from
anything available! Similar to these Ysalamiri." he paused for breath "This
is a difficult skill to master, the Jedi do not think it important to
learn, but if you are without the force, you are without a weapon. Now,
drain the force! From me, the Ysalamiri! All the pupils in the temple!
Anything it takes, just move a Ysalamiri!"
Doma held out a hand, and felt the living force around him circulating
towards these creatures. He concentrated hard, trying to reverse the flow
of the force towards him, and for around 10 minutes, nothing happened.
Then, he felt the flow slowing down, if only slightly, it encouraged him to
keep trying, and he tried harder than he had tried before. He felt sweat
pour down his brow, and down his neck, dampening the hood of his cloak,
when suddenly, something hit him in the face, and knocked him over.
He sat up, and looked on the floor to his right, where he observed a
Ysalamiri, he had moved it.
"Good," the cold voice of Ruhmer sounded, "You have done well, Doma, but
you must practice this skill, or all the hard work you just did will be to
no avail."
Doma slowly got to his feet "Yes Master, I will."
"Doma, are you forgetting something?" Ruhmer asked him in an agitated
voice.
Doma felt on his belt, and realised his sabre was missing. He quickly
glanced around and saw it on the floor a few feet away; he must have
dropped it when he fell.
"I'm sorry Master, please forgive me," Doma held out his hand, and let his
sabre fly into his hand, whereupon he quickly put it away.
Ruhmer turned his back on Doma, "You are strong, Doma," Ruhmer said, then
quickly wheeled round and in almost a flash, he was standing in front of
Doma, "Do not grow weak at this crucial stage in your training." With that,
Ruhmer left the room.
Doma walked towards a window, and leant on its sill, looking out
into the barren wasteland that was Yavin 4. The temple had stood here for
as long as anyone could remember. He could see into the combat training
hall, a young girl had been injured, and was receiving medical assistance.
Doma thought for a moment, and the words of his Master echoed in his brain,
".if you are without the force, you are without a weapon". He wondered, was
it him who caused the accident? Had he left the pupil without a weapon when
he drained it from her?. He had seen the girl before in passing, and she
wasn't someone he would want to hurt, but he was probably responsible. Doma
couldn't help feeling remorse, but he knew he shouldn't, he would soon be a
Sith, and remorse was a weak emotion by their teachings. What would Ruhmer
say? "Forget her, she is a Sith too, she can handle pain!" but Doma didn't
want to be the one to cause people pain. He knew there was a chance the
girl could have died, as the Sith didn't use safety precautions, they tried
to teach pupils to handle pain.
Just then, a siren sounded. He knew what it meant, an emergency, and all
pupils to their quarters, but that also meant all facilities would be
locked, including the one he was in.he was trapped. He thought quickly,
what would he do? So in desperation he tried to unlock a door with the
force, but to no avail. He looked around quickly, and saw an open window on
the other side of the room. Without thinking, he dashed across the room and
dived out of the window, summoning the force to let him soar through the
window opposite.but he had forgotten the properties of the Ysalamiri, and
fell.