[center][b]~| Day 2, 12:37 - 12:47 GST |~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Prison room|~[/b][/center]

Nazca blinked her eyes innocently at Koren, a smirk on her face as she used him to remain upright. “Thank you so much for letting me get away with stealing Koren! What would I have done without your approval! Would you like me to keep attempting to remember pathways along the ship? What about making sure that the others are okay and Shiri and Xid don’t do anything stupid?” She shrugged at the mention of a new Master. She had literally just met Koren. Getting a new master if she survived this wouldn’t be a very large change for her. Hoping they would reach a stop soon, she hid her exhaustion and general pain behind a blank look when he called himself a Jedi Watchmen. “Oh! So you’re basically the Jedi police. Anyone ever stationed at Nar Shadda?”
 
She smiled back at him. “Yes, on this ship always positive.” She gave a slight snort at the comment about combat. “‘Not feeling well’ is an understatement. I feel like I just got beat up by a bunch of Gamorreans and then started bonding with an unusually violent Zabrak male.” Despite herself she chuckled at his burst comment. “If only they would. Getting out of this place would be so much easier.” 

Minor alarm showed on her face as he grabbed his belt, edging slightly backwards. She relaxed when he pulled out a pin. “I’ll have you know, Koren, that I had my hand for years. It was a difficult sacrifice but I made it.” She continued eyeing the pin in minor confusion as he explained what she wanted him to do. “If you say so...inner workings and all that.”

Nazca closed her eyes and attempted to stretch out with the Force. She felt odd and more than a little stupid, straining to reach out with something she couldn’t even see. She pictured how the Force worked and how she used it. It was a great machine in her mind, something that needed fuel to operate and pick the pin up. [i]What could I use…[/i] She reached into her emotions searching for something to use. [i]There.[/i] Her ever present hatred of the Hutts and all like them was waiting, and even eager she suspected, to be used. She had claimed to get past it, but all she had really done was shove deeper down. You didn’t just completely get rid of something that you’ve clung to all your life, after all. 

So, Nazca used her hatred. She grabbed it and placed it into the machine, fueling her Force. A burning fire ignited and she felt power coursing through her.Unbeknownst to her, her hatred was easily felt throughout the small room and perhaps beyond, as the pin shook and then levitated into the air. Not very high, perhaps an inch, and she lost control and direction after a few moments, but she did it. As the pin fell back to the floor she opened her eyes and grinned at Koren. “I did it!”

“I really, really. Don’t want to know any of your…” He waved his hand in a circle movement on front of him trying to come up with the right word. “Personal habits or preferences.” He threw a wink to show that he was only teasing her. Nazca gave a rude, playful, gesture in response. He then sat and watched as she focused on the pin and frowned as he felt the darkness well up within her. As she searched for something deep down within herself and then brought it to the surface. Using those emotions to move the pin into the air, shakingly but into the air. He had hoped for slight movement, would have marvelled at lifting it into the air. Though not like this, this was risky. 

Perhaps she wasn’t as ready as he hoped she had been. He couldn’t just take it back, he couldn’t just scold her… He needed to teach her. This was so different from when he had learned, from the occasional time he had helped teach others in combat techniques. In those situations he was dealing with a Jedi. Instead before him sat someone who had virtually no training in a situation that was truly dangerous for all of the Jedi and she had potential. The problem was that this potential was raw, and shaped by experiences far too brutal for him to even want to understand. Let alone let her draw from. 

To do so was risky under regular conditions here.... it could prove fatal. “Well, yes and no. I have to ask, what did the pin do to you to be the poor subject off such hate? You likely won’t feel it now but once you release the feeling you built up you will feel the cold grip of the Dark Side.” He struggled to put it into words, weighing each one carefully. “I know you didn’t have the most typical upbringing, our lives themselves contrast between how we were raised and how we found home in the Order. So I shall try teaching a different way than I was taught.”

He signalled to the turbolift that he had come through when returning to the Arena. “I had free roam of this ship when I was left in the Arena. I could have gone anywhere, or do anything. I could have taken the easy path to do what I wanted. Though that would have brought pain, and suffering to all of you. Possibly even death, whereas the longer more difficult path ensures your survival. This is the difference between the Dark Side and the Light. The Light side of the Force allows you to shape it, and use it as a tool and a very unique way of life. The Dark Side seduces, and corrupts. Until you want to twist it even more for your own purposes, become a husk of who you were once and then you become it’s tool.” He sighed. He had a feeling he was going to lose her in this train of thought.

“I was watchman for Manaan.” He thought back the feelings on this one, and would just have to hope whoever watched the security tapes would skip over that sentence and the ones to follow it. “The world I was assigned to protect was attacked for not joining the Sith. For trying to avoid this war. Ahto city had been my home for years, many of the Selkath were my friends. While the Jedi Code forbids attachment, you are allowed to find companionship in order to help you be compassionate. For as long as you understand on how to let go the Dark Side can not take hold of you.” he worked through his next set of words carefully.

“I have been in pain, ever since that day. I cannot sleep, sometimes I cannot even live a waking moment if something remembers me of not the life I lost. Of my failure, the people I promised to protect dead or in eternal agony. I managed to save a handful out of so many, hate and fear I will admit clouded my mind for a time but I overcame them.” He smiled a sad, weary smile at her. “For think of it this way. If you become afraid, or become hateful. All those who hurt or tortured you have won. However. Everytime you smile, laugh, play or even just draw breath is the greatest insult you can ever offer them. It proves you are strong, and that you are right. I know, we have only just met. Though I believe Nazca that you have that strength within you, and you certainly have the ability to insult someone.” He stood up, speaking about his experiences had not been easy.

“I hope my trust and faith in you has not been misplaced Padawan.” He turned and paced a little facing back. Drawing a deep breath as he did so, it had put him on edge. Even the slight conversation of Manaan but like Nazca he needed to learn to control this, before the Sith did. “I am willing… I am willing to teach but I want to try and ensure that me teaching you does not cause more harm than good.” He turned around and then back again. “You are an innocent caught in one tragedy after another and… I just… I don’t want to see anyone else caught in this petty rivalry between Jedi and Sith… and I don’t want to see your innocence and purity lost. As no matter what you have been through you still have it.” He let out a sigh.

“I’m sorry Nazca, I should probably have shut up a while ago.”

Nazca looked at Koren in confusion. The hatred wasn’t directed at the pin itself, it was merely a means to an end.  It was power and strength, pure and simple.  She listened quietly as he began to explain what she did wrong. She gave a slight snort at his comment about typical upbringings, raising an eyebrow at him. She didn’t interrupt however, letting him go on and explain what he wanted her to do. She was unfazed by his revelation of being on a planet destroyed by the Sith. Everyone had something they lost when people like the Hutts and Sith started throwing their weight around. 

She actually laughed as he spoke about her innocence and purity. “No, no it’s fine that you spoke that long. However, you obviously can’t see very well if you think that I have innocence and purity left.” She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts. “I get what you’re saying. Using emotions, the Dark Side, is like taking strength enhancing drugs. It offers power and strength, but in the end merely makes you a slave to it if you can’t control it.” Nazca gestured to emphasize her next words.

 “But I [i]can[/i]. I’ve been dealing with and controlling my emotions for years now. I watched my parents die in front of me, killed by the Hutts. I controlled my anger, my hatred, until I could put it to good use. Control is something I’m better at that you might think.” She raised her hands in a placating gesture. “But if you insist, I won’t use negative emotions as fuel again. They’re attributed with the Dark Side and evil. It is how we use the Force that differs us from the Sith right?  So what does it matter if I use positive emotions? Joy, love, protective instincts. As long as I’m using them to defend my friends and don’t use them for evil, I should be okay, right?”

Koren shrugged. “It will be a start, technically as Jedi we aren’t to use any emotion though quite a few of us do at some points or other. Some more than they should, though let us not get bogged down in internal politics. The difference is, hate is a powerful emotion.” He raised up his hands in order to show his feigned surrender. “I will freely admit that. As is anger, the important thing is as I said… using these emotions do not always let you have a clear mind. Which is how the Dark Side of the Force corrupts.” He shrugged. “I’ll admit I’m maybe not the best person to explain all of this but you have little other choice. If you chose to use emotion, just remember. The Sith want us to use these dark emotions, don’t let them win.”

He then signalled back down to the pin. Move the pin again, remember the only fuel you need is your willpower. [i]Will[/i] the pin to move, and the Force will move it for you. You need to try and add more power into an infinite power source.”

Nazca smirked at Koren. “Yeah. Good luck with making me anything remotely resembling Tolun Fi. My emotions, as I’m sure you’ve noticed by now, are an intricate part of me. Still, I shall avoid negative and dark magics if.” Her smirk turned into a scowl. “Especially if the Sith support it.” Reluctantly, she closed her eyes again and reached for willpower to power her ‘machine’ rather than emotions. For what seemed like the longest time it didn’t work. She pushed and strained against the machine, trying to get it too work. [i]Move. Move. Move![/i] 

The pin shook and then slid across the floor a small amount. “There!” She smiled at Koren. “It’s not as powerful as before, but it’s progress!

“Yeah Tolun Fi is what one would call too closed off. It’s a delicate balance and to be entirely honest, I’m not sure if I have the balance right myself. Emotions shouldn’t be ignored or disregarded, but they should be controlled instead of letting them control you. Which is why using emotions such as Anger with the Force can have dire consequences… the power is like a drug. I think you can agree that drugs aren’t the best substances given what little I know of your upbringing and those that take them aren’t usually the nicest of people.” He smiled as she then focused on the pin. Willing it to move, rather than forcing it too. Eventually it did.

As she said it wasn’t as powerful as it previously had been but it had moved. He smiled at her, a genuine smile almost caring. “That is all the power you need, your power and resilience. You’ve already interacted with the Force in a bigger way than most people ever will in their life times. For that, you should feel pride… on the condition that you don’t let that become arrogance.” He shrugged. “It’s a fine line I know, but it’s a line. I won’t recite the code I’m sure you’ve heard it enough at the temple, especially learning among younglings. Had you been at an enclave you might have managed to avoid being in a class with people less than half your age, again I’m kind of guessing your age but you get the point.” He levitated the pin back to it’s former location. “Anyquestions before we continue?”