((Control Mind; Required 600. Supplied: 666. Talk about funny for my first dark side power))
Thrion sat listening to the mind numbing conversations occurring around him. He began to drift within the silence of the force. He felt the waves around the room and began to use his knowledge of the force to dip into the mind of one of the men speaking. Thrion let the force tangle within the man's mind and slowly began to bend it to accept whatever Thrion wanted him to think. It was a darker power, but as Thrion inched forward within the force he accepted it as a necessary tool. The force surged between them as he forced upon the innocent mind his own will and desire. For the longest, nothing seemed to happen at all. The force flowed. The thoughts drifted. The air spun around them as the fans clicked and clicked. But nothing. Despite Thrion's efforts to use his masterful abilities of the force, he failed to control a simple man's thoughts and drive them to his own conclusions. How hard could it be for someone to burst out that he had decided the deck of cards was worth over 9000 credits.
Shifting his focus to another, Thrion cast out in the force diving into the waking thoughts of yet another of his rebel colleagues. He studied the man's thoughts briefly taking in his natural pattern of thinking as to use his own patterns to make the new thoughts seem less forced upon him. Thrion then exerted his will through the force. No longer would he wager small bets, but now he would always wager over 9000 credits. His sabacca hand stunk, but Thrion would use the force to control his mind. He would insist he had over 9000 credits. He would wager them. The man continued to play his hand as if not a single thought was in his mind to wager anything. Thrion pulled back in the force. He felt strange. What was he doing wrong? It made so little sense.
Thrion then cast an iron fist out into the man's mind. The synapses would fire only as Thrion commanded. The man would bend to the will of the Chiss. A cold shiver raced down Thrion's spine as the pure power of the dark side of the force began to use it's might to bend the man to the will of the caster. The force surged within the man. Thrion forced the man's thoughts to warp and shift away from what he knew and thought to what Thrion demanded of him. He could easy have the man shoot himself or perhaps wonder off. Thrion saw the power of this ability and the ramifications. For now, Thrion demanded the man wager credits. The man did just that as Thrion maintained their connection and used the cold powers to ensure things remained as such. The man continued to think what Thrion wanted him to and from those thoughts came the actions Thrion wanted. Without hesitation, the man put forth the bet to the confusion of the others. Letting go of the connection, Thrion watched as the man seemed to agree that the wager was silly even though he could have sworn he had over 9000 credits.
To another, Thrion stretched out with the force and began to mold the young man's thoughts to his will. The man burst out in the middle of the room that something was apparently over 9000. Others looked at him with confusion. Thrion kept his control in check by using his superior control and alter abilities. Still he was surprised how little effort the ability truly required once you allowed the dark side of the force to carry the weight of the message and encase the subjects thoughts on what you desired. Thrion continued to test his ability for a few more minutes while resting in the corner. From one to another, Thrion put in little bursts of random thoughts and watched them act upon them. How far could this power go he truly wondered. Who could know?
(End Evil "It's over 9000!" training))
Thrion sat listening to the mind numbing conversations occurring around him. He began to drift within the silence of the force. He felt the waves around the room and began to use his knowledge of the force to dip into the mind of one of the men speaking. Thrion let the force tangle within the man's mind and slowly began to bend it to accept whatever Thrion wanted him to think. It was a darker power, but as Thrion inched forward within the force he accepted it as a necessary tool. The force surged between them as he forced upon the innocent mind his own will and desire. For the longest, nothing seemed to happen at all. The force flowed. The thoughts drifted. The air spun around them as the fans clicked and clicked. But nothing. Despite Thrion's efforts to use his masterful abilities of the force, he failed to control a simple man's thoughts and drive them to his own conclusions. How hard could it be for someone to burst out that he had decided the deck of cards was worth over 9000 credits.
Shifting his focus to another, Thrion cast out in the force diving into the waking thoughts of yet another of his rebel colleagues. He studied the man's thoughts briefly taking in his natural pattern of thinking as to use his own patterns to make the new thoughts seem less forced upon him. Thrion then exerted his will through the force. No longer would he wager small bets, but now he would always wager over 9000 credits. His sabacca hand stunk, but Thrion would use the force to control his mind. He would insist he had over 9000 credits. He would wager them. The man continued to play his hand as if not a single thought was in his mind to wager anything. Thrion pulled back in the force. He felt strange. What was he doing wrong? It made so little sense.
Thrion then cast an iron fist out into the man's mind. The synapses would fire only as Thrion commanded. The man would bend to the will of the Chiss. A cold shiver raced down Thrion's spine as the pure power of the dark side of the force began to use it's might to bend the man to the will of the caster. The force surged within the man. Thrion forced the man's thoughts to warp and shift away from what he knew and thought to what Thrion demanded of him. He could easy have the man shoot himself or perhaps wonder off. Thrion saw the power of this ability and the ramifications. For now, Thrion demanded the man wager credits. The man did just that as Thrion maintained their connection and used the cold powers to ensure things remained as such. The man continued to think what Thrion wanted him to and from those thoughts came the actions Thrion wanted. Without hesitation, the man put forth the bet to the confusion of the others. Letting go of the connection, Thrion watched as the man seemed to agree that the wager was silly even though he could have sworn he had over 9000 credits.
To another, Thrion stretched out with the force and began to mold the young man's thoughts to his will. The man burst out in the middle of the room that something was apparently over 9000. Others looked at him with confusion. Thrion kept his control in check by using his superior control and alter abilities. Still he was surprised how little effort the ability truly required once you allowed the dark side of the force to carry the weight of the message and encase the subjects thoughts on what you desired. Thrion continued to test his ability for a few more minutes while resting in the corner. From one to another, Thrion put in little bursts of random thoughts and watched them act upon them. How far could this power go he truly wondered. Who could know?
(End Evil "It's over 9000!" training))
