"Damn, I can't use my eyes. Every bit of movement is a distraction. I really have fallen out of practice!" Vechlin clenched his face in disgust
as he watched two dozen glass cups shatter all over the floor. "I thought that would have encouraged me to do better, but now I have a bigger mess to
clean up." He straightened his stance, motioning his head in a circle to loosen up. 'Alright, Vechlin, you know how the force works, you have seen it
in action before. Believe in it,' he thought to himself.
The room around Vechlin grew dim to the forces sight. Everything became dull grey as the shards of glass on the floor became as bright as a saber's glow. Vechlin reached out with his hand as if to grasp the jagged shards with his fingers. Through the force he could feel the surface of the glass as if he had been physically touching each shard. A magnetic pull from the back of his mind triggered. He could feel the force's voilent rippling waves snapping his neck back slightly. The midichlorians had created a connection from within his body to the glass on the floor which had been a couple of yards in front of him. 'That's it Vechlin, now just push upwards.' Vechlin motioned his hands upard, using them as focus points . Several of the shards fluttered on the ground for a moment. The forces pull between himself and the objects became more potent as he continued to push and pull the living force across into and around the lifeless force. Each of the tiny specs of glass had been lifted from the ground, spinning above the force's rift.
"Alright." Vechlin took a deep breath, sustaining his focus and opening his eyes. Even though seeing could be a distraction, it was also very necissary in dire times. In the corner of his eye the Capasite could see the garbage disposal. Slowly, Vechlin turned his body in that direction, keeping his hands outstretched toward the shards, feeling the connection between himself and the glass through his hands. The force continuously weaved itself around his arms, binding each spec to his own body. With grace, vechlin motioned his hands from the side of the room with glass towards the disposal unit. Piece by piece the shards fluttered and flew across the empty space of air across the room towards the unit. Vechlin's eyes were fixated. He still had to open the unit and keep the shards in the air all the while. The force's winds were cool to the touch. The nether was disturbingly dark since Taris had been destroyed. The force was almost violent by default. It made the shards difficult to stop since they had increased in speed and momentum as they flew fourth, but Vechlin managed to hold them in his grasp.
"Good..." Vechlin sighed. His eyes were stretched wide open as he gazed onto the disposal unit. His very eyes became the connection through the force, binding the cold steel to his mind. He could feel its smooth surface through the force in that instant, and the familiar nudge in the force signified that he had control over the midichlorians around the object. As the nudge beckoned Vechlin, he had encouraged it, snapping his head slightly upward as a focus point. The sound of gears grinding from within the unit broke silence in the room, followed by the hiss of oxygen being let into it's core. The sliding door swung open. At this Vechlin smiled. He could still feel the glass within his control. He waved his hands back and fourth and side to side. He toyed with the shards, making them spin around like a whirlpool above the unit's hatch. As they spun faster gravity had pulled the weight of the crystals outward from the center of the force's whirlpool. Vechlin had to press from the outside in to keep them close together. It was tricky to have them spin and keep them in one area all at once. It wasn't long before he was losing control of the force. The faster they flew, the harder it was to keep the rift around the objects. 'Enough'.
Vechlin urged the force to slam the specs of glass downward into the unit's hatch, dropping his hands as he commanded such. A loud clanking sound filled the room as the shards hit the steel surface.
"heh." He took a breath of satisfaction. With a little more confidence, he reached out once more with his hand toward the disposal unit, pushing the force within his body onto the unit's hatch. Closing his hands, Vechlin pressed the force from either side of the door together, forcing the steel shielding shut. A hum and a grind echoed from the unit as it was processing the materials into something more concentrated.
"Bigger. I need to work on something bigger."
The room around Vechlin grew dim to the forces sight. Everything became dull grey as the shards of glass on the floor became as bright as a saber's glow. Vechlin reached out with his hand as if to grasp the jagged shards with his fingers. Through the force he could feel the surface of the glass as if he had been physically touching each shard. A magnetic pull from the back of his mind triggered. He could feel the force's voilent rippling waves snapping his neck back slightly. The midichlorians had created a connection from within his body to the glass on the floor which had been a couple of yards in front of him. 'That's it Vechlin, now just push upwards.' Vechlin motioned his hands upard, using them as focus points . Several of the shards fluttered on the ground for a moment. The forces pull between himself and the objects became more potent as he continued to push and pull the living force across into and around the lifeless force. Each of the tiny specs of glass had been lifted from the ground, spinning above the force's rift.
"Alright." Vechlin took a deep breath, sustaining his focus and opening his eyes. Even though seeing could be a distraction, it was also very necissary in dire times. In the corner of his eye the Capasite could see the garbage disposal. Slowly, Vechlin turned his body in that direction, keeping his hands outstretched toward the shards, feeling the connection between himself and the glass through his hands. The force continuously weaved itself around his arms, binding each spec to his own body. With grace, vechlin motioned his hands from the side of the room with glass towards the disposal unit. Piece by piece the shards fluttered and flew across the empty space of air across the room towards the unit. Vechlin's eyes were fixated. He still had to open the unit and keep the shards in the air all the while. The force's winds were cool to the touch. The nether was disturbingly dark since Taris had been destroyed. The force was almost violent by default. It made the shards difficult to stop since they had increased in speed and momentum as they flew fourth, but Vechlin managed to hold them in his grasp.
"Good..." Vechlin sighed. His eyes were stretched wide open as he gazed onto the disposal unit. His very eyes became the connection through the force, binding the cold steel to his mind. He could feel its smooth surface through the force in that instant, and the familiar nudge in the force signified that he had control over the midichlorians around the object. As the nudge beckoned Vechlin, he had encouraged it, snapping his head slightly upward as a focus point. The sound of gears grinding from within the unit broke silence in the room, followed by the hiss of oxygen being let into it's core. The sliding door swung open. At this Vechlin smiled. He could still feel the glass within his control. He waved his hands back and fourth and side to side. He toyed with the shards, making them spin around like a whirlpool above the unit's hatch. As they spun faster gravity had pulled the weight of the crystals outward from the center of the force's whirlpool. Vechlin had to press from the outside in to keep them close together. It was tricky to have them spin and keep them in one area all at once. It wasn't long before he was losing control of the force. The faster they flew, the harder it was to keep the rift around the objects. 'Enough'.
Vechlin urged the force to slam the specs of glass downward into the unit's hatch, dropping his hands as he commanded such. A loud clanking sound filled the room as the shards hit the steel surface.
"heh." He took a breath of satisfaction. With a little more confidence, he reached out once more with his hand toward the disposal unit, pushing the force within his body onto the unit's hatch. Closing his hands, Vechlin pressed the force from either side of the door together, forcing the steel shielding shut. A hum and a grind echoed from the unit as it was processing the materials into something more concentrated.
"Bigger. I need to work on something bigger."
