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Class: Sentinel
Age: 32 years old
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 5'6"/142 lbs.
Species: Nautolan
Homeworld: Kuat
Title: Kumori
Appearance:
Simple browns and reds adorn his often drab style of apparel, also matching his mood quite well, for Lyte doesn't seem to socialize all that much. If his empty eyes and green skin weren't enough, a dim yellow aura winks in and out of existence whenever his head moves, since three force crystals are attached under three of his tentacles by use of leather bands. As a result of his unusual appearance, Lyte doesn't socialize much. In fact, he tends to keep to himself more often than not. This is not because he lacks trust for the general populace, nor is this behavior a means to show his dislike of people as a whole. Lyte simply enjoys his own company.
Base Stats
Strength: 5
Speed: 8
Stamina: 7
Force Stats
Control: 2
Sense: 8
Alter: 4
Combat Stats
Lightsaber: 10
Unarmed: 0
Melee: 0
Range: 0
Personal Items: Yellow Synth-Crystal Lightsaber, three yellow synth-crystals, Kumori robes
Starship: Manta-Ray - Class Light Freighter~ Brillium
Force Powers:
Telekinesis
Force Sense
Growth
Force Stun
Force Speed
Skills:
Shii-Cho
Soresu
Kumori (jedi equivalent) Defense
Shien
Bio:
Age: 32 years old
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 5'6"/142 lbs.
Species: Nautolan
Homeworld: Kuat
Title: Kumori
Appearance:
Lyte Metaflux
Simple browns and reds adorn his often drab style of apparel, also matching his mood quite well, for Lyte doesn't seem to socialize all that much. If his empty eyes and green skin weren't enough, a dim yellow aura winks in and out of existence whenever his head moves, since three force crystals are attached under three of his tentacles by use of leather bands. As a result of his unusual appearance, Lyte doesn't socialize much. In fact, he tends to keep to himself more often than not. This is not because he lacks trust for the general populace, nor is this behavior a means to show his dislike of people as a whole. Lyte simply enjoys his own company.
Base Stats
Strength: 5
Speed: 8
Stamina: 7
Force Stats
Control: 2
Sense: 8
Alter: 4
Combat Stats
Lightsaber: 10
Unarmed: 0
Melee: 0
Range: 0
Personal Items: Yellow Synth-Crystal Lightsaber, three yellow synth-crystals, Kumori robes
Starship: Manta-Ray - Class Light Freighter~ Brillium
Force Powers:
Telekinesis
Force Sense
Growth
Force Stun
Force Speed
Skills:
Shii-Cho
Soresu
Kumori (jedi equivalent) Defense
Shien
Bio:
Training
Born to an engineering family on the planet of Kuat, Lyte has always been the black rancor of the herd. Never truly understanding engineering, nor having a will to learn such a subject, the boy was forced to adapt in other ways. Since his parents were usually up in the skies building starships and what not, Kyte was sent to boarding school in order to find what his affinity was. Ever since that first day, the boy knew he wouldn't like it. Too many people. Since he was pushed into more challenging classes than a five year old his age needed to be in, Kyte was often picked on by the bigger kids, and had a hard time adjusting. That was until the day a flip switched in his head and everything changed.
A group of bullies had cornered him in one of the locker rooms after P.E. and started poking him with makeshift poles they took from the storage closet. The loneliness and anger towards everything around him finally broke through his control, and the boy blacked out. When he awoke, all four of the boys were on the ground, beaten and bruised. Students called for mentors, and the mentors called for restraints. Lyte's parents didnt quite know what to do once they heard what happened, and after watching the video of how their son took out the bullies, their confusion only increased more.
Then, a woman came along, introducing herself as Master Wei-Keen of the Kumori. After feeling his despair through her link to the Force, Wei-Keen hurried to him and bade him into her arms. Lyte's parents knew the boy was in good hands from here on out, and give him willingly to the order. The black haired woman took her apprentice to Endor, where upon his education would continue.
For the first year of life on a planet that he could truly call home, Lyte felt unnerved. Who was this woman that was showing such care for a boy whose own family abandoned him? Often keeping to himself and barely ever talking, Lyte eventually learned to trust his master, and as a result, she restarted his education. First came math and sciences, basic stuff, so that he wouldn't be too overwhelmed. At the age of nine, he had a basic understanding of how the physical world worked, as well as how to operate in this environmental setting.
One thing was missing though. Back on Kuat, when the boy had free time, he would take a tablet to the archive room, upload fables and stories, then read them whenever he had a chance. On Endor, there wasn't much to read accept Ewok wall scribblings and the occasional gorax foot print. After asking Wei-Keen for such novels, she left him one morning and came back a few days later with entire Data cases of tales. Once a power source was found and the Bookshelves were proper installed, Lyte went straight to it and wouldn't let off for a week.
Finally falling into a comfortable routine, Wei-Keen and Lyte began their training as Master and Padawan. Beginning with sensing the Force, Wei-Keen's patience was truly stressed for a little over half a year, just to teach the youngling how to open his mind to everything around him. In continuing with this lesson, she impressed upon Lyte the need to feel everything around you, to understand how nature works, so that then, Lyte could adapt himself to it. Balance must be met with another form of balance if peace is ever to be achieved.
For the subsequent years, Lyte's life was consumed by understanding the rhythm of Endor. Wei-Keen's want for him to become one with the ecology of the planet was fueled by her hope that if he found a unity in this pattern, he would be able to lift the anger he felt in his childhood, and find a stable mental grounding to work with. Every year proceeding his twelfth birthday, Lyte would be tested in his attunement to the natural world around him through the Force Technique: Growth. Even though he would have a strong connection, his inner fury would continually rise and sadly pervert the ground around him. Grass would turn gray and gnarled. This process would come annually until the age of seventeen, where finally, Lyte's efforts resulted in a sapling that had slowly begun to form an actual bush, complete with full branches and lush foliage. From that day on, the padawan was able to unify himself with the system of the planet and feel it's ebb and flow just like every other living form on the planet. He may not be able to discern a specific creature, but he can tell the difference between a planetary form and a city of people.
Wei-Keen, as a present, took Lyte to other planets in the Outer Rim as a means to show him, and help him feel comfortable wherever he may be. As a result, Lyte stopped wearing anything akin to shoes, boots, nor even socks, unless absolutely necessary.
Following his return to Endor, Lyte asked Wei-Keen for an alternate defense rather than fighting. In response, Wei-Keen taught him how to access an individual's mind and lock it up, or rather, stun them. By exerting a short burst of will into the thought patterns of another's brain, Lyte found the results to be true, and successful as long as he kept his focus. Beyond this, Wei-Keen showed Lyte the value of combat skills, and impressed upon him the need to learn a proper defense.
Finally relenting under constant pressure, Lyte allowed Wei-Keen to teach him Shii-Cho as a beginnings for physical defense. For a decade, all Lyte and his master did was spar in the morning until his stamina was spent. He would then meditate anywhere he wished, and finally return back home for resting. When he was hungry, he would never kill a creature. The padawan would sense around for proper and tasty vegetation. With his continued study of the anatomy of foliage around him, Lyte was able to familiarize himself with certain deficiencies and positives that would enable him to achieve a healthier biological system.
Five years passed in this way, and so, by the time he was 24 years old, he mastered Shii-Cho and Soresu. On top of that, by use of the force, he was able to speed up his own reaction time to respond in better tune with his master's. As an ending to his training, Wei-Keen imported a training droid so that Lyte could learn how to deflect blaster fire. For hours each day he would spar against this piece of machinery, inside of a cave, blindfolded, and patient. The following tomorrow would result in a stronger attunement to the force as the day before, along with a faster reaction time. At the end of his training, Lyte was able deflect every bolt shot at him into one specific spot on the wall, so that when evening arrived, a hole had been burrowed out so that light may peak through.
The Trials
With a means of maintaining himself for the years to come, Wei-Keen, one morning, told him to get in her ship and that they would be flying to the planet of Ambria. Having experienced the humidity and yet lack of moisture before, Lyte didn't much like the idea, but he knew she had good intentions. On the trip there, though, he kept hearing, and sensing, many small life forms in the cargo bay. When he inquired about them, his master would shake her head and continue piloting the ship. Once reaching the desert planet, Lyte watched as his master placed a large ring of seeds, maybe fifty yards wide, went back into the ship, and lugged the living cargo from the ship into the ring. Six boxes generated shrieking sounds while Lyte wondered what in all of the Universe drove his master to capture such things.
Here were the instructions of Wei-Keen to her apprentice during the Trial of Skill: "You must contain the Gundark young long enough to grow a barrier around them. The seeds will grow into bushes, and you must never touch them, for they are poisonous. Your only permitted use of defense is stunning them. The task must be finished by the following sunset. Get to it."
Looking at the positions of the suns, it was most likely noon. Not sure which sun to go off of, nor daring to ask what with his master's sudden steel of a mind, Lyte got straight to the task. Once he set foot into the ring, the boxes opened, and sure enough Gundark Younglings poured right out, all nine of them. Each of them came at Lyte with clubs, rocks, or whatever else they hung on to from their homeworld. The padawan knew if he was ever to assemble the barrier before the little beasts tired him out, he needed to start now. Looking towards the ship, and already sensing the many water tanks in the cargo bay, Lyte used telekinesis to bring the containers out to him, all while dodging and vaulting the efforts of the beasts. Often times he would lose a box because of a lack of focus, but he eventually brought out four of them, and placed them on the outskirts of the ring. two hours had passed and finally the water jugs were assembled in a ring outside of the perimeter.
Lyte, dealing with slices and bruises already, flipped the switches as he somersaulted through them. Water gushed out and the padawan instantly set forth to growing the seeds. Half his focus maintaining a sustained defense against the gundarks, and the other half holding a sustained growth before the water could evaporate from the sand, Lyte's efforts seemed for not. Vaperous columns swept into the sky and away by the wind, so before the seeds had even grown into saplings, already a good potion of the water was gone. Already having a hard time with maintaining a focus, Lyte decided to take each problem one at a time.
Inserting his mind into each gundark, Lyte pulsed his will into them until they all lay unconscious. From there, he reestablished his focus upon the water and vapors around him. By use of a cycle between cooling the water per wind, and pushing it back underneath the seeds through rising parts of the sand to soak it up, Lyte was able to resume his task of growing the bushes. If a gundark awoke, Lyte would send another pulse its way and then return to his duty.
Not sure how many hours had passed in this way, Lyte finally achieved the containment foliage moments before the first sun set. Wei-Keen came back out of the ship (which Lyte hadn't even noticed her leaving), and instructed Lyte upon the Trial of Flesh: "You must continue this defence against the Gundarks, but this time, no stunning is allowed. Simply stay alive until the first sunrise, and you will have passed." Gazing at his master in disbelief, Lyte knew she was out to kill him, or she was furious with something. To this simple thought, Wei-Keen replied, "One day, you will understand these tests. Now, begin." Without further ado, each of the gundarks woke up, and each with a blood thirsty rage foaming at their lips.
As a result of his day-time efforts, Lyte had intertwined the branches of each bush together to create an impenetrable wall of bark and leaf. With this in mind, Lyte also realized that if he let the gundarks touch the foliage, they might die from it, for he knew not how strong the poison was, nor not the type of bush they were either. By pressing telekinetic force as a deflectionary measure, Lyte was able to alter the gundarks trajectory whenever they jumped or rushed at him. Tired and sweating from the day time left Lyte grievously tired and worn before even an hour had passed. Finding small amounts of water still left in the ground, Lyte pulled them towards the surface when the little monsters allowed. As soon as the life saving liquid reached open air, Lyte would consume it on the spot. Finding every last drop brought a small potion of his energy back, and from then on, his focus was bent on maintaining a defense, no matter what. Half way through the night, Lyte sustained a deep gouge in his leg after one of the gundarks' bone edges had traced a bloody line up his calf. Splitting his mental energy once more, he dulled the pain in his body so that he could continue once more. Each minute dragged on as if the force willed a century to pass with only seconds to measure it by. Deeper and deeper Lyte fell into the pit of weariness, for his body became heavier and heavier as the night crept along.
The likeness of the first sun as it rose was seen as that of food presented after a week of starvation to Lyte. Immediately, Wei-Keen, with a flick of her wrist, brushed the gundarks back into their cages, and cut a hole in the foliage by use of a yellow lightsaber. Grabbing Lyte by his collar, she carried him onto one of the beds in the ship, and let him rest. A half a day passed before he awoke and hot food was already set before him. Heedless of everything but the tantalizing aroma, Lyte dug in as a dying man clings to life.
With his stomach finally sated of its hunger, Wei-Keen walked in and presented Lyte with a tablet showing planets. With that she spoke, "I am assigning you to the task of obtaining a crystal from one of these planets. I don't care which, in fact, we can go seem them from the skies, and you can survey them to your liking. Just pick one and stick to it." To this, Lyte replied, "Can't I simply make my own? We have the minerals around his. I'm sure I can synthesize one." In response, Wei-Keen erased a couple of the planets from the list, gave Lyte another tablet on making lightsaber crystals, and told him to choose.
A personal challenge to Lyte had always been facing the darkness around him. Sure, he'd dealt with his past, but he never fully addressed it, and instead pushed it aside. Finding the ruins of Mustafar as an corrupted ruin of the Jedi, Lyte chose this place, and so, they headed there in an instant. Upon arrival, Wei-Keen landed on the surface, promptly booted him out the chamber, and rose into an orbit around the planet in order to keep vigilant watch upon her padawan.
After taking a small pack of supplies (mostly food), Lyte ventured out into the burning and charred landscape of the planet in search of the proper minerals. Many hours of walking brought him to a ruined temple of unknown origin, for it did not look like Jedi, and it was far more malignant than Sith. When he reached his mind out to the gray, metal structure, he could feel black tendrils of the dark side almost feeding off of the very land. Seeing a goal here, and figuring the temple should have the tools Lyte needed, the padawan headed into the dark building, and down into it's tunnels.
Remains of druids were scattered everywhere as if a great fight had occurred here. Allowing the force to show him the way, Lyte eventually came across his much needed tools in a chamber with metallic puzzle-like pieces on the ground. Gathering them all up, and going into a trance, Lyte rebuilt what now seemed to be a Holocron, albiet, there wasn't any signature in it. The sphere like info bank seemed to harbor something inside of it, now that it was put back together, but it was missing a crystal. Seeing as bits and pieces of a force crystal lay shattered around the room, Lyte knew he had to create a new one in order to make the holocron operational. With that in mind, he set out to work.
Taking large amounts of carbon and placing them inside a geological compressor found in the room, Lyte placed his focus on the forming crystals, and then fell into a trance. This ended up being very taxing of the padawan for he did not know how long creating the crystals would take. Plus, he had to mold them into the form required by the holocron, which wasn't easy to say the least. Two days passed in this way, after which Lyte felt like he would keel over from exhaustion, but he knew he had succeeded for the crystals lay in his hands, all four of them. Eating a considerable amount from his pack and then taking a rest, Lyte recovered from the task.
Yellow light bloomed from the crystals, and Lyte had his doubts, but it seemed like the holocron was trying to hide from them. By use of the force, Lyte dismantled the holocron to a point where the crystal could be allowed into it's structure. After reattaching everything, a scream erupted into the chamber. Yellow light turned red in an instant, and crimson bolts of energy seemed to run along the surface of the sphere. A voice, matching Lyte's youth, interposed itself surprisingly between Lyte's connection to the force and his own mental focus. "Who is this creature that has reconstructed my soul? I am SITH and you are a fledgling, corrupted by the LIGHT! How DARE you touch my essence! How DARE you unleash your own CRYSTAL inside me!" The most frightening aspect of this uncovered sentience was that it seemed to be a pure reflection of Lyte's dark side.
With that being said, Lyte's body seemed to be reacting not of its own will. The apparent "soul" of the holocron was trying to take him over. Years under Wei-Keen's training had honed his connection to the force, though, and Lyte was easily able to reestablish it. A shock of surprise flooded his mind, and a bolt of energy from the holocron seared a pattern into his arms, but focus had to be maintained if he was ever to succeed. Separating his personality from the soul invading his mind, Lyte then followed the incorporeal cord back to the artifact and started placing a mental control over it. As his dominance over the soul began to strengthen by the minute, Lyte was able to glimpse what the holocron was harboring. Darth Fract was revealed to be a Sith Lord under Darth Andeddu's tutelage. After years of being trapped inside the broken holocron, his soul had been exposed and thus, his essence became weaker and weaker as time passed. Also, his memories seemed to be wavering as if balancing on a bridge whose width was fading.
Seeking an end to this battle, Lyte sent pulses of his will into the holocron in an attempt to stun Fract, yet, with each pulse he inflicted upon the sith lord, Lyte's opponent began to fade altogether. A scream of defiance blew through the padawan's mind and erased his control once more, but eventually, Lyte gained it back. Realizing this monstrosity had to be destroyed, Lyte exerted every particle of his will upon the holocron, and unleashed the last of his energy as a stun into the artifact.
Silence was a golden gift as the holocron resumed a yellow aura around the room. Finding no reason to continue his existence inside the tunnels, Lyte hobbled back towards the entrance of the temple. As he set foot outside, Wei-Keen revealed herself, standing before her ship, waiting for his return. Just as he was about to place a foot upon the ship, a shadow fell over his master. Glancing back, his only warning was the loud stomps made by enormous feet. Suddenly, Wei-Keen was grabbed around the neck by powerful jaws and launched into the air. Falling into the maws of a rancor, Lyte could sense something was up, but couldn't quite tell what. Even still, the shock of his own master being crunched by the beast was enough to send him into a rage. Reaching out to one of the spare lightsabers inside the ship, Lyte reached out to its mind, unleashed a force stun, fueling it with fury and anguish, knowing that he had to save Wei-Keen no matter what. As it lay on the ground, Lyte sliced open the stomach of the beast, and felt around. A few seconds of grabbing at random goop made the beast groan and gasp, but once Lyte found his master's hand, he wrenched her out. Now that she was out of the rancor's grasp, Lyte walked over to the head, gouged out its eyes, and then left it to its own misery.
Walking back over to Wei-Keen, the only thing the padawan could do was observe the result of his failure. Such sadness took hold of him that he felt like sending shockwaves of emotions not just through his own mind, but out through the force, for nothing could hold back his stress. Before his sanity was about to be torn asunder, memories of his past flooded back in. Balance. His childhood anguish. Balance. The teachings of his master. Balance. Defensive combat. Balance. Offensive procedures. Balance. Connection to planets. Balance. Everything must be maintained in this order. Her end might be an unnecessary evil, but Wei-Keen's existence brought a greater good in the universe. That he must respect.
Suddenly, the body vanished, there was a tapping on his shoulder, and Lyte looked up to his master's eyes. Surprise and a hint of knowing made Lyte almost punch her in the gut for what she'd done, but he couldn't hold himself to the action, so he let his fist fall. Relief flooded over him as they left the planet and returned to Endor. On their trek back, Wei-Keen revealed the trials to Lyte, explained to him what he had accomplished, and also stated that even though his Trial of Spirit was bit too easy, she would still give him the title of Kumori.
After settling back in to their home, Wei-Keen presented a last task to Lyte. Parts and pieces to a lightsaber were held in a leather bag, and all Lyte had to do was rebuild it. Letting the force flow through him once more, Lyte meditated on the mechanism as he had done on the holocron, which was safely in his possession. Minutes passed, resulting in the finished product. Being a synth-crystal lightsaber, the weapon was a little harder to wield, but Lyte knew he could adapt to it. It just took a little more effort was all. As a parting gift, Wei-Keen unveiled a Manta-Ray - Class Light Freighter for his use, also giving him an assignment. Lyte must venture out and assist the galaxy of its needs. After five decades, he must return to his master and give her an update on what he's done, how the galaxy is faring, and how it can be improved. He has been traveling every since.
A group of bullies had cornered him in one of the locker rooms after P.E. and started poking him with makeshift poles they took from the storage closet. The loneliness and anger towards everything around him finally broke through his control, and the boy blacked out. When he awoke, all four of the boys were on the ground, beaten and bruised. Students called for mentors, and the mentors called for restraints. Lyte's parents didnt quite know what to do once they heard what happened, and after watching the video of how their son took out the bullies, their confusion only increased more.
Then, a woman came along, introducing herself as Master Wei-Keen of the Kumori. After feeling his despair through her link to the Force, Wei-Keen hurried to him and bade him into her arms. Lyte's parents knew the boy was in good hands from here on out, and give him willingly to the order. The black haired woman took her apprentice to Endor, where upon his education would continue.
For the first year of life on a planet that he could truly call home, Lyte felt unnerved. Who was this woman that was showing such care for a boy whose own family abandoned him? Often keeping to himself and barely ever talking, Lyte eventually learned to trust his master, and as a result, she restarted his education. First came math and sciences, basic stuff, so that he wouldn't be too overwhelmed. At the age of nine, he had a basic understanding of how the physical world worked, as well as how to operate in this environmental setting.
One thing was missing though. Back on Kuat, when the boy had free time, he would take a tablet to the archive room, upload fables and stories, then read them whenever he had a chance. On Endor, there wasn't much to read accept Ewok wall scribblings and the occasional gorax foot print. After asking Wei-Keen for such novels, she left him one morning and came back a few days later with entire Data cases of tales. Once a power source was found and the Bookshelves were proper installed, Lyte went straight to it and wouldn't let off for a week.
Finally falling into a comfortable routine, Wei-Keen and Lyte began their training as Master and Padawan. Beginning with sensing the Force, Wei-Keen's patience was truly stressed for a little over half a year, just to teach the youngling how to open his mind to everything around him. In continuing with this lesson, she impressed upon Lyte the need to feel everything around you, to understand how nature works, so that then, Lyte could adapt himself to it. Balance must be met with another form of balance if peace is ever to be achieved.
For the subsequent years, Lyte's life was consumed by understanding the rhythm of Endor. Wei-Keen's want for him to become one with the ecology of the planet was fueled by her hope that if he found a unity in this pattern, he would be able to lift the anger he felt in his childhood, and find a stable mental grounding to work with. Every year proceeding his twelfth birthday, Lyte would be tested in his attunement to the natural world around him through the Force Technique: Growth. Even though he would have a strong connection, his inner fury would continually rise and sadly pervert the ground around him. Grass would turn gray and gnarled. This process would come annually until the age of seventeen, where finally, Lyte's efforts resulted in a sapling that had slowly begun to form an actual bush, complete with full branches and lush foliage. From that day on, the padawan was able to unify himself with the system of the planet and feel it's ebb and flow just like every other living form on the planet. He may not be able to discern a specific creature, but he can tell the difference between a planetary form and a city of people.
Wei-Keen, as a present, took Lyte to other planets in the Outer Rim as a means to show him, and help him feel comfortable wherever he may be. As a result, Lyte stopped wearing anything akin to shoes, boots, nor even socks, unless absolutely necessary.
Following his return to Endor, Lyte asked Wei-Keen for an alternate defense rather than fighting. In response, Wei-Keen taught him how to access an individual's mind and lock it up, or rather, stun them. By exerting a short burst of will into the thought patterns of another's brain, Lyte found the results to be true, and successful as long as he kept his focus. Beyond this, Wei-Keen showed Lyte the value of combat skills, and impressed upon him the need to learn a proper defense.
Finally relenting under constant pressure, Lyte allowed Wei-Keen to teach him Shii-Cho as a beginnings for physical defense. For a decade, all Lyte and his master did was spar in the morning until his stamina was spent. He would then meditate anywhere he wished, and finally return back home for resting. When he was hungry, he would never kill a creature. The padawan would sense around for proper and tasty vegetation. With his continued study of the anatomy of foliage around him, Lyte was able to familiarize himself with certain deficiencies and positives that would enable him to achieve a healthier biological system.
Five years passed in this way, and so, by the time he was 24 years old, he mastered Shii-Cho and Soresu. On top of that, by use of the force, he was able to speed up his own reaction time to respond in better tune with his master's. As an ending to his training, Wei-Keen imported a training droid so that Lyte could learn how to deflect blaster fire. For hours each day he would spar against this piece of machinery, inside of a cave, blindfolded, and patient. The following tomorrow would result in a stronger attunement to the force as the day before, along with a faster reaction time. At the end of his training, Lyte was able deflect every bolt shot at him into one specific spot on the wall, so that when evening arrived, a hole had been burrowed out so that light may peak through.
The Trials
With a means of maintaining himself for the years to come, Wei-Keen, one morning, told him to get in her ship and that they would be flying to the planet of Ambria. Having experienced the humidity and yet lack of moisture before, Lyte didn't much like the idea, but he knew she had good intentions. On the trip there, though, he kept hearing, and sensing, many small life forms in the cargo bay. When he inquired about them, his master would shake her head and continue piloting the ship. Once reaching the desert planet, Lyte watched as his master placed a large ring of seeds, maybe fifty yards wide, went back into the ship, and lugged the living cargo from the ship into the ring. Six boxes generated shrieking sounds while Lyte wondered what in all of the Universe drove his master to capture such things.
Here were the instructions of Wei-Keen to her apprentice during the Trial of Skill: "You must contain the Gundark young long enough to grow a barrier around them. The seeds will grow into bushes, and you must never touch them, for they are poisonous. Your only permitted use of defense is stunning them. The task must be finished by the following sunset. Get to it."
Looking at the positions of the suns, it was most likely noon. Not sure which sun to go off of, nor daring to ask what with his master's sudden steel of a mind, Lyte got straight to the task. Once he set foot into the ring, the boxes opened, and sure enough Gundark Younglings poured right out, all nine of them. Each of them came at Lyte with clubs, rocks, or whatever else they hung on to from their homeworld. The padawan knew if he was ever to assemble the barrier before the little beasts tired him out, he needed to start now. Looking towards the ship, and already sensing the many water tanks in the cargo bay, Lyte used telekinesis to bring the containers out to him, all while dodging and vaulting the efforts of the beasts. Often times he would lose a box because of a lack of focus, but he eventually brought out four of them, and placed them on the outskirts of the ring. two hours had passed and finally the water jugs were assembled in a ring outside of the perimeter.
Lyte, dealing with slices and bruises already, flipped the switches as he somersaulted through them. Water gushed out and the padawan instantly set forth to growing the seeds. Half his focus maintaining a sustained defense against the gundarks, and the other half holding a sustained growth before the water could evaporate from the sand, Lyte's efforts seemed for not. Vaperous columns swept into the sky and away by the wind, so before the seeds had even grown into saplings, already a good potion of the water was gone. Already having a hard time with maintaining a focus, Lyte decided to take each problem one at a time.
Inserting his mind into each gundark, Lyte pulsed his will into them until they all lay unconscious. From there, he reestablished his focus upon the water and vapors around him. By use of a cycle between cooling the water per wind, and pushing it back underneath the seeds through rising parts of the sand to soak it up, Lyte was able to resume his task of growing the bushes. If a gundark awoke, Lyte would send another pulse its way and then return to his duty.
Not sure how many hours had passed in this way, Lyte finally achieved the containment foliage moments before the first sun set. Wei-Keen came back out of the ship (which Lyte hadn't even noticed her leaving), and instructed Lyte upon the Trial of Flesh: "You must continue this defence against the Gundarks, but this time, no stunning is allowed. Simply stay alive until the first sunrise, and you will have passed." Gazing at his master in disbelief, Lyte knew she was out to kill him, or she was furious with something. To this simple thought, Wei-Keen replied, "One day, you will understand these tests. Now, begin." Without further ado, each of the gundarks woke up, and each with a blood thirsty rage foaming at their lips.
As a result of his day-time efforts, Lyte had intertwined the branches of each bush together to create an impenetrable wall of bark and leaf. With this in mind, Lyte also realized that if he let the gundarks touch the foliage, they might die from it, for he knew not how strong the poison was, nor not the type of bush they were either. By pressing telekinetic force as a deflectionary measure, Lyte was able to alter the gundarks trajectory whenever they jumped or rushed at him. Tired and sweating from the day time left Lyte grievously tired and worn before even an hour had passed. Finding small amounts of water still left in the ground, Lyte pulled them towards the surface when the little monsters allowed. As soon as the life saving liquid reached open air, Lyte would consume it on the spot. Finding every last drop brought a small potion of his energy back, and from then on, his focus was bent on maintaining a defense, no matter what. Half way through the night, Lyte sustained a deep gouge in his leg after one of the gundarks' bone edges had traced a bloody line up his calf. Splitting his mental energy once more, he dulled the pain in his body so that he could continue once more. Each minute dragged on as if the force willed a century to pass with only seconds to measure it by. Deeper and deeper Lyte fell into the pit of weariness, for his body became heavier and heavier as the night crept along.
The likeness of the first sun as it rose was seen as that of food presented after a week of starvation to Lyte. Immediately, Wei-Keen, with a flick of her wrist, brushed the gundarks back into their cages, and cut a hole in the foliage by use of a yellow lightsaber. Grabbing Lyte by his collar, she carried him onto one of the beds in the ship, and let him rest. A half a day passed before he awoke and hot food was already set before him. Heedless of everything but the tantalizing aroma, Lyte dug in as a dying man clings to life.
With his stomach finally sated of its hunger, Wei-Keen walked in and presented Lyte with a tablet showing planets. With that she spoke, "I am assigning you to the task of obtaining a crystal from one of these planets. I don't care which, in fact, we can go seem them from the skies, and you can survey them to your liking. Just pick one and stick to it." To this, Lyte replied, "Can't I simply make my own? We have the minerals around his. I'm sure I can synthesize one." In response, Wei-Keen erased a couple of the planets from the list, gave Lyte another tablet on making lightsaber crystals, and told him to choose.
A personal challenge to Lyte had always been facing the darkness around him. Sure, he'd dealt with his past, but he never fully addressed it, and instead pushed it aside. Finding the ruins of Mustafar as an corrupted ruin of the Jedi, Lyte chose this place, and so, they headed there in an instant. Upon arrival, Wei-Keen landed on the surface, promptly booted him out the chamber, and rose into an orbit around the planet in order to keep vigilant watch upon her padawan.
After taking a small pack of supplies (mostly food), Lyte ventured out into the burning and charred landscape of the planet in search of the proper minerals. Many hours of walking brought him to a ruined temple of unknown origin, for it did not look like Jedi, and it was far more malignant than Sith. When he reached his mind out to the gray, metal structure, he could feel black tendrils of the dark side almost feeding off of the very land. Seeing a goal here, and figuring the temple should have the tools Lyte needed, the padawan headed into the dark building, and down into it's tunnels.
Remains of druids were scattered everywhere as if a great fight had occurred here. Allowing the force to show him the way, Lyte eventually came across his much needed tools in a chamber with metallic puzzle-like pieces on the ground. Gathering them all up, and going into a trance, Lyte rebuilt what now seemed to be a Holocron, albiet, there wasn't any signature in it. The sphere like info bank seemed to harbor something inside of it, now that it was put back together, but it was missing a crystal. Seeing as bits and pieces of a force crystal lay shattered around the room, Lyte knew he had to create a new one in order to make the holocron operational. With that in mind, he set out to work.
Taking large amounts of carbon and placing them inside a geological compressor found in the room, Lyte placed his focus on the forming crystals, and then fell into a trance. This ended up being very taxing of the padawan for he did not know how long creating the crystals would take. Plus, he had to mold them into the form required by the holocron, which wasn't easy to say the least. Two days passed in this way, after which Lyte felt like he would keel over from exhaustion, but he knew he had succeeded for the crystals lay in his hands, all four of them. Eating a considerable amount from his pack and then taking a rest, Lyte recovered from the task.
Yellow light bloomed from the crystals, and Lyte had his doubts, but it seemed like the holocron was trying to hide from them. By use of the force, Lyte dismantled the holocron to a point where the crystal could be allowed into it's structure. After reattaching everything, a scream erupted into the chamber. Yellow light turned red in an instant, and crimson bolts of energy seemed to run along the surface of the sphere. A voice, matching Lyte's youth, interposed itself surprisingly between Lyte's connection to the force and his own mental focus. "Who is this creature that has reconstructed my soul? I am SITH and you are a fledgling, corrupted by the LIGHT! How DARE you touch my essence! How DARE you unleash your own CRYSTAL inside me!" The most frightening aspect of this uncovered sentience was that it seemed to be a pure reflection of Lyte's dark side.
With that being said, Lyte's body seemed to be reacting not of its own will. The apparent "soul" of the holocron was trying to take him over. Years under Wei-Keen's training had honed his connection to the force, though, and Lyte was easily able to reestablish it. A shock of surprise flooded his mind, and a bolt of energy from the holocron seared a pattern into his arms, but focus had to be maintained if he was ever to succeed. Separating his personality from the soul invading his mind, Lyte then followed the incorporeal cord back to the artifact and started placing a mental control over it. As his dominance over the soul began to strengthen by the minute, Lyte was able to glimpse what the holocron was harboring. Darth Fract was revealed to be a Sith Lord under Darth Andeddu's tutelage. After years of being trapped inside the broken holocron, his soul had been exposed and thus, his essence became weaker and weaker as time passed. Also, his memories seemed to be wavering as if balancing on a bridge whose width was fading.
Seeking an end to this battle, Lyte sent pulses of his will into the holocron in an attempt to stun Fract, yet, with each pulse he inflicted upon the sith lord, Lyte's opponent began to fade altogether. A scream of defiance blew through the padawan's mind and erased his control once more, but eventually, Lyte gained it back. Realizing this monstrosity had to be destroyed, Lyte exerted every particle of his will upon the holocron, and unleashed the last of his energy as a stun into the artifact.
Silence was a golden gift as the holocron resumed a yellow aura around the room. Finding no reason to continue his existence inside the tunnels, Lyte hobbled back towards the entrance of the temple. As he set foot outside, Wei-Keen revealed herself, standing before her ship, waiting for his return. Just as he was about to place a foot upon the ship, a shadow fell over his master. Glancing back, his only warning was the loud stomps made by enormous feet. Suddenly, Wei-Keen was grabbed around the neck by powerful jaws and launched into the air. Falling into the maws of a rancor, Lyte could sense something was up, but couldn't quite tell what. Even still, the shock of his own master being crunched by the beast was enough to send him into a rage. Reaching out to one of the spare lightsabers inside the ship, Lyte reached out to its mind, unleashed a force stun, fueling it with fury and anguish, knowing that he had to save Wei-Keen no matter what. As it lay on the ground, Lyte sliced open the stomach of the beast, and felt around. A few seconds of grabbing at random goop made the beast groan and gasp, but once Lyte found his master's hand, he wrenched her out. Now that she was out of the rancor's grasp, Lyte walked over to the head, gouged out its eyes, and then left it to its own misery.
Walking back over to Wei-Keen, the only thing the padawan could do was observe the result of his failure. Such sadness took hold of him that he felt like sending shockwaves of emotions not just through his own mind, but out through the force, for nothing could hold back his stress. Before his sanity was about to be torn asunder, memories of his past flooded back in. Balance. His childhood anguish. Balance. The teachings of his master. Balance. Defensive combat. Balance. Offensive procedures. Balance. Connection to planets. Balance. Everything must be maintained in this order. Her end might be an unnecessary evil, but Wei-Keen's existence brought a greater good in the universe. That he must respect.
Suddenly, the body vanished, there was a tapping on his shoulder, and Lyte looked up to his master's eyes. Surprise and a hint of knowing made Lyte almost punch her in the gut for what she'd done, but he couldn't hold himself to the action, so he let his fist fall. Relief flooded over him as they left the planet and returned to Endor. On their trek back, Wei-Keen revealed the trials to Lyte, explained to him what he had accomplished, and also stated that even though his Trial of Spirit was bit too easy, she would still give him the title of Kumori.
After settling back in to their home, Wei-Keen presented a last task to Lyte. Parts and pieces to a lightsaber were held in a leather bag, and all Lyte had to do was rebuild it. Letting the force flow through him once more, Lyte meditated on the mechanism as he had done on the holocron, which was safely in his possession. Minutes passed, resulting in the finished product. Being a synth-crystal lightsaber, the weapon was a little harder to wield, but Lyte knew he could adapt to it. It just took a little more effort was all. As a parting gift, Wei-Keen unveiled a Manta-Ray - Class Light Freighter for his use, also giving him an assignment. Lyte must venture out and assist the galaxy of its needs. After five decades, he must return to his master and give her an update on what he's done, how the galaxy is faring, and how it can be improved. He has been traveling every since.
