Past The Graveyard [The Training of Darth Turbogeek]

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth walked out side towards the courtyard and juggled two sabers, one formerly belonging to Trace Sha, the other formerly belonging to Rama Sha.

[Darth Turbogeek]

:: Already in the graveyard (Why did the dead need a place to be? he wondered. What a strange concept. Then again, he didnt really understand what death was and meant), he was sitting on a tombstone, quietly waiting. It was not often his Master would ask him to be anywhere other than inside the Castle, so this was most interesting.

He wondered what Jeseth would tell him today. ::

[Jeseth Cloak]

Coming to a halt at the gates to the graveyard, Jeseth glanced up and down the dark and eroded black bars and clipped both of the sabers he carried neatly onto his belt. He had never bothered to stroll through this place, always keen to avoid it... it was the resting place of many a fallen Dark Jedi. Too many, he thought, for my taste. Gently at first, he pushed on the durasteel gates, listening in as they creaked open and gave him a clearer look into the gloomy place. Darth Turbogeek sat there towards the Graveyards' end, just as he had been requested to do. It was surprising how ignorance could totally do away with such concepts as fear. With a bit of aid from the Force, Jeseth focused his vision to the letterings which were partly obscured by his apprentice's legs.



<font size=4>Count Mordrid</font>
May His Body Lay In Ashes,
For All Eternity.



Mentally, he reached out to Turbogeek, calling him forth to the center of the graveyard, where shadows played and spirits lay awake throughout the dead of night. The very essence of the Dark Side clung to ever rock, pebble, and bone, which had the misfortune of surviving Vjun's acidic climate.

[Darth Turbogeek]

Turbogeek nearly seemed to bounce along, so keen was he to find out what Jeseth had planned. He walking through the shadows, not worried being in this place in the slightest. It really meant nothing to him, it was just a place, like a bedroom or a kitchen. It just existed.

He approached his Master, before bowing like he had been instructed (But.... why he had to ask mentally again. What did a body movement like that have to do with anything?) and waited patiently for his Master ot say what he had in mind.

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth grinned and made a hand motion, as if tugging on invisible strings. "Rise. You're right - bowing is a formality. You need not bow to me... lest you wish to show your respect. I expect nothing of you but that you learn the ways of the Force."

Jeseth extended his hand towards a shattered tombstone, and the stone slowly lifted itself from the ground. He closed his eyes and felt through the pores which were spread out through it's structure, looking for signs of entropy and decay. The tombstone slowly began to grow yellow in color, then green, then finally a deeper gray then when it first started. Jeseth balled his hand into a fist, shattering the weakened fragment. "The Force extends to you control of more than just your body. You are granted the ability to harness control over objects, and other living beings."

He walked towards another stone and pointed at it. "I want you to lift this rock using only the Force."

[Darth Turbogeek]

At Jeseth in blank amazement

And thought about the problem.

Now, all things were supposed to be connected by the Force, but frankly, Turbogeek never felt any connection to anything.

He sat on his hunches, hand scratching his chin in contemplation. So he couldn't touch the rock with his hands, but only with the Force. Great, how was he supposed to do this?

[Jeseth Cloak]

A smile was etched upon the Dark Jedi's face. He was remembering his own inexperience with the Force... in time he had learned many of it's secrets. It was becoming apparent that Turbogeek was struggling with these concepts. How does he fail to grasp that which is inherent in his blood? No matter, I will guide him... "Reach out with the Force... Your feelings, your mind, and everything around you - yes, even in a place such as this," Jeseth waved his hand at the open graveyard. It was devoid of life, but the Force still flowed within it... the Dark Side was strong here. "Now stop thinking about lifting the rock... and lift it." His eyes were now burning with rage, something that few people had the displeasure to see in Jeseth. He felt not true anger towards his apprentice, but the display would drive him deeper into the chaos of his inner self. Jeseth allowed his own pains and frustrations to touch Turbogeek, the Force tightening around the younger man.