Star Wars Rebels Sith Au

S01E04

"I really don't see how this is supposed to help me use the Force." Ezra mumbled loudly from his position on the floor, the earmuffs he was wearing muffled the outside noise, making the young boy unconsciously raise his voice to better hear himself.

 Hands from behind gently pried the muffs away as the pale Pau'an began to speak, "This is just a test to see how far your connection to the Force has come." Zeal mused calmly."You've been doing quite well during our meditation sessions, and I know that you've been practicing utilizing the Force in your spare time." Ezra hunched his shoulders sheepishly.

Zeal merely chuckled. "I'm going to restrict your vision with a blindfold and your hearing with the earmuffs." Zeal explained evenly, "I will be moving around the gym, your objective is to locate me using the Force." Ezra tilted his head back to look up at the Pau'an, brow arched, "How am I supposed to do that?" He asked skeptically.

Zeal grinned as he set a line of fabric over Ezra's eyes. "You can already connect to the Force Ezra." The Pau'an hummed lightly, "You know how the Force feels. Use it to find me, reach out and feel me." Ezra moved his head to the side as the rim of the ear muffs brushed the side of his head, "What if I fail?" Ezra asked quickly.

Zeal huffed lightly, "Then it will be back to basics for you."With that, the ear muffs were set back over Ezra's ears. Along with his hearing and vision, the hand at Ezra's shoulder squeezed once before disappearing.

Ezra paused... Sitting there in the dark quiet his immediate world had become for a few brief moments before the blue hue became the forefront of Ezra's attention.

He had taken to calling it a 'blue hue', the 'it' in question being the chill Ezra had coincided with for as long as he could remember. Zeal had stated numerous times before that the chill Ezra loyally referred to, was the Force. But before it was the Force, it was the chill, so the chill it remained.

The chill however, had only ever become blue after Zeal had begun to set out meditation practices for Ezra. The analogy of the broken limb was quite apt, "You don't just begin running the second a cast is off." Zeal had told Ezra some time ago, "You start by easing your leg back into motion, then walking."

The mediation was designed to ease Ezra's Force bond, and while Ezra had his doubts in the beginning, it certainly did something. The blue hue created the world for Ezra, he wasn't sure if it relied on his memory, or if whatever form the hue took was what was actually around Ezra.

 That afternoon, the blue became the gym Ezra was seated in, with the mats and weights and everything as Ezra had seen last.And then, amidst the blue, was another color, an oily line of gold laced with spiderweb veins of crimson, Ezra had of course grown accustomed to the Pau'an's presence as well as his Force signature.

Zeal, strangely, felt like oil, slick and flowing but volatile and incendiary all at once, it wasn't bad, it wasn't good, it simply was.

  Before joining the Eclipse and learning about the Force, the chill Ezra perceived would constantly create a kind of pulling sensation which would guide him towards... Stuff. Typically, food or water, though sometimes the chill would act as some kind of an early warning system.Ezra thought it was just his instincts picking up on atmospheric clues or whatnot.

Recently however, the pulling sensation was typically directed towards the Pau'an, and ever since Ezra managed to create the blue world in his head, the familiar pulling sensation became an actual, 'visible', manifestation.

At the moment, the slick line of gold and blood oil, tugging at whatever part of Ezra capable of response, was drawing him... Towards the left corner of the backside of the room... And then, it began to move, slowly to the right-side corner, before moving along the wall. In Ezra's peripheral vision, he could see the figure of the Pau'an, made of the same gold oil and red veins. The interior features of the Pau'an were meshed together with the rest of the gold oil, but Ezra could tell that Zeal was watching, waiting. And so, Ezra waited... And waited... And waited some more before finally asking, "Was there supposed to be some kind of signal for me to start guessing?"