EMPEROR'S LOG .. C O N F I D E N T I A L Current Location - ECLIPSE-LEV5 Date - 1.0602400 Subject - Lammashta, Psylocke ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ My apprentice appears to have returned to her normal self these last few weeks. I have watched her carefully night and day, often mind linking with her - so far no dead spirits have moved in. I have taught her to develop some control over the possession episodes. I have noticed that her energy has increased. The other day she sent me a message to meet her in the training area. She was inside meditating, her legs folded under her with her hands on her knees. She looked up when I asked her what was on her mind. She told me she wished to show me something. I watched with curiosity as she closed her eyes and slowly lowered her head, breathing slow and steady. After several minutes, she opened her eyes and looked down at her hands, palms up. Floating between them appeared a tiny sphere of black energy with purple electrical bolts swirling around it. The radiating ball moved with her hands as she raised them for me to see. She looked up at me and said. "I'm not quite sure what it does though." "When did you first encounter this sphere?" I inquired, impressed. Her dark eyes peered down at it with fascination. "Right after Port Lansing. Then, once again a few days ago. It was smaller before. I wanted to study it a bit more before I showed it to you." "So.." I said, sternly, "You have found a new power. Now, you will demonstrate how you conjured it up, my apprentice. Show me now." She looked at me excitedly and made the sphere fade away. She looked back down at her hands. "Very well. I start with concentration," she explained calmly. She held her hands in an open cup position. After another minute or so, the shere forms again between her palms. She opens her eyes and takes away her left hand. The sphere hovers over her right palm, floating over it when she moved as if it were magnetically connected to it. I saw great potential in this dangerous skill of hers...the process of conjouring it from her mind seemed quick and easy for her. Maybe too easy... "Who else knows of this ability? Was this done with the aid of one of the dead who have possessed you?" "No one, Master," she replied. "It has nothing to do with the spirits or anyone else. It just happened on the way back from Port Lansing, so I practiced it a bit." I looked carefully at the radiating ball quivering over her hand. I had never seen another Sith conjour such a thing. Suddenly I got an impression in my mind that it could explode. "Did it frighten you?" Lammashta looked up at me with expectation. "Is it.... some kind of weapon, Master? I saw the eagerness written all over her face. "It appears that way..." I said quietly. "Could we study this further in my training?" she asked. I looked incredulous at this young woman and knew I would not only have to train her to become a Sith, but also protect her from herself. "Your special talent is noted with interest. And I certainly commend you for it, my apprentice. We shall come to this *power* again, but first you must begin to understand what made it happen - you must become completely one with the Dark Side. So...until I feel you have reached that pinnacle, I request that you do *not* conjour it up again -- in, or out of my presence. We must both learn what it does. Do you understand?" "I undersand," she said, nodding at me. "I shall continue my meditations to get further in tune with the Dark Side. I can feel it now. Since...since Port Lansing, I've been able to feel it flow through me." I smiled down at her but made certain she could see the warning glint in my eyes. "You have been alone too often here on the ship. I am taking you to Zoron. There, Lord Taras and his family will assist me in teaching you about the history of the Sith and it's culture and code of conduct. There, your education will essentially begin and, together, you and I can determine how you will fit into it. We will also continue your physical practice. I may have a few surprises for you there." She stood up and smiled back at me. "I look forward to it" This has, however, taken a toll on my constitution. It has been many years since I've dealt with such intensity from a Force student. I have had little sleep and late tonight I contacted Azarra on Coruscant via holocomm. Of course, she was irritated with my late visit, but gave me some valuable advice - I can always count on her kind of wisdom to get me through various difficulties that come my way. Besides, irritating her is always enjoyable. I came away with a better perspective on how to proceed with my apprentice. I know I must help her hone her telekinetic and telepathic abilities - I intend to contact Lord Taras Steele and take her to Zoron. I intend to assign her to a Sith master to begin her lightsaber lessons. There is much to do. Azarra had suggested drugs to help control the girl and I have decided to try it. My apprentice appeared amiable when I approached her with this. I told her "I may need to control your channeling with some psychological aides...I am going to perscribe a mild dosage of sedative 81-E." I told her to be sure to let me know if it affected her normal connection to the Force, and she nodded firmly. "Your master is aging" I explained, "I may not be able to stand as mental sentinel day and night...although I certainly don't want to see you suffer the way you did at Port Lansing." She accepted this fact with graceful tact. I inquired about the private encounter she'd had with the Jedi Windu during her suicidal ordeal there. "He found me after I cut myself. He took me to the rebel base where their medics cared for me, then returned me to you." "So it is true that he rescued you there," I said, recalling the reports given to me at that time. "Well then -- I think you should *know* that your Jedi Windu met his fate with death on Coruscant recently. At the hands of Lt. Colonel Melora Lexor - I'm told he bled to death in her lab." I watched her flinch internally and scowled, knowing that my suspicion that she had a tender spot for him proved. true. Dead or alive, this Jedi's influence knew no end and I could only hope he would stay away from my apprentice. Lammashta looked away, her face stoic. "Pity. I owed him my life. I would have liked to return the favor." "Yes, pity. I had ordered him to be brought to me so that I could kill him myself but that pleasure was removed from me. Still...that's one less Jedi to contend with." Her reaction did surprise me, but I pretended not to see it and continued. "Lexor had the audacity of cremating the body to space without consulting me." My apprentice acted as if she wasn't affected by the news - she almost appeared to unemotional. She left after I instructed her to see the pharmacist about the medication and then to meet me, as usual, at dinnertime.
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