Surfing the Flow

Posted on Mon Jan 7th, 2013 @ 12:32am by Kip Hoddai

330 words; about a 2 minute read

Chapter: Chapter III: Relics
Location: Raptor, Port Engine Room
Timeline: Day 2, 0210 local

Kip sat on the floor, isolated from the material world around him, time slowing as he emptied himself of thought and emotion, opening himself more easily and faster each time he did this, opening himself to the Force.

He realized that's what was happening when he had gone into his third trance and touched the Force Flows in hyperspace, has leaned about distant worlds, space in between and even other ships and people in Hyperspace. Things he could check once he had access to the information through other resources.

And that had cinched it for him.

Aen had instructed him all those years ago and he had... forgot. He suspected she had buried the instruction in his mind, only to be triggered when the technique finally paid off and his burgeoning awareness of the Force reached a certain level; the level of clairvoyant sensing in the Flows.

That was about the time he had notice the dark spots on his skin. He'd stripped naked and examined himself before realizing they matched, the mirror image in black, of the white marks in the same place on the opposite side of his body. He was gaining symmetry and that meant he was becoming whole, in the Way of the Flames. He still had a great deal to cover; he was barely an initiate and there was probably a lot of lore trapped, buried in his memories waiting for his to be able to use it.

But he was already using it.

His vision of the pastel flows erupted around him, the colors more brilliant, the details sharper and the information in them was at once more detailed and there was measurably more of it. It was almost overwhelming until he felt Aen's presence in his mind, heard her whispering a lesson in his memories, instructing him how to tack against the currents of the Flows and to cast his nets to catch what he was looking for.

Nets for artifacts in Tython.

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