*Han knew that this was the make or break, and if Zeta didn't beleive he coudl cut it, he could be killed right here. He shook his head no, and spoke.*

"Well, except one. When do i begin?"

"Tomorrow..There is a map located on your nightstand, it will give you directions to the places you are allowed to go to, the ones I mentioned before. for now, you may do as you wish with the rest of your day. Meet me at the training grounds tomorrow morning, early sunrise."

*Han nodded.*

"Ok, Zeta." Han said, walking into his quarters, and tunring the lights off, and going to sleep. He would need to conserve his strength for the first day of training. He was still aching from his light battle with Brismtone, and BrimStone's death still weighed heavilly on his conscience. He slept until he was jolted awake, his internal clock telling him it was time to get up, adn grab a shower, and head to teh training grounds. He didn't even, bother ot tkae his map. He coudld pictures the areas where he was allowed and not allowed, and the ways to the training groudns hin his head. He arrived and waited for Zeta to begin.*

Zeta was surprised to find that Han had arrived on time, he half expected him to be late.

"Well, well, well...It seems you really do wish to train, however, we will know for sure soon. First we shall start with the questions and the observations, simple and easy. Then we shall get to the more physical aspects of training."

the Zabrak began to pace before Han, nothing unpredictable.

"Tell me all that you know of the Darkside of the force."

"Being as objective as i can, the darkside of the force, consumes you, it allows you to use hatttred and anger as fuel for energy, to make you more powerful. Sith use attacks like Force Choke, Force lightning, etc. I've even heard some where about some sith being able to shoot fire from the palm of their hands And, Zeta, i'm never late,, always early."

Lucky for Han, the Zabrak had learned to keep his attitude in check for the most part when in Han's presence.

He'd never once suggested to the fallen Jedi that about being late, at least not during the conversation, his mind had thought of as much, however.

It displeased Zeta more than anything to have someone read his mind, especially if he did not wish them to.

The Sith Lord's upper lip seemed to twitch for a moment and then that was it.

"Sith Sorcery.."

He chuckled.

"I use such spells...and in time, you will too, however, not today."

He stopped pacing, his feet now kicking the rocks that rested idly just waiting to be used.

"I imagine that the Jedi know all the same basics as we Jedi do. It appears that I will not have to explain to you how to draw upon the Darkside. If you fail at tapping into the Darkside now as I ask of you, I will show you the errors of your mistake, do not make me do so. Save me and yourself some time, and show me what you already know."

"I can Jump, with the aide of the force," Han said, jumping into a gigantic tree, and then back down again, landing smoothly.


"i can run long distances, without tiring myself." Han siad, using the force to run a long distance and return.


"I can throw objects or bring them to me, at will of the force." he said, tossing a rock quite a distance through a forked tree, thten throwing his saber ont eh ground and calling it to his hand with his will.


"I can push objects, like that pile of leaves." Hans iad, demonstrating force push.



"I'm quite adept with a lightsaber. But that skill i will wait until you ask of me to attempt. That is just about every skill i have learned as a jedi Knight."

"Very well, it appears we still have much work to do then..."

Suddenly, without warning, Skywalker found himself being pushed toward the ground by an unseen force. The more he would try to get up, the more he would struggle as the pushing grew stronger.

"What is the matter, Skywalker? Having trouble getting to your feet?"

The Sith Lord narrowed his eyes at Han.

"What good of a fighter are you if you can't even get to your feet...reach out with the force, Skywalker...stop what is getting in your way. Reach out with the Darkside of the force, feel it..."

Not only did Skywalker have trouble getting to his feet but he appeared to have some trouble breathing too.

"Master this force art, Han, it will serve you well, I promise. Reach out as I do now toward you, reach out to me with the Darkside, feel my presence. It is not hard, vision it in your mind."

Zeta did not have to tell Han what he wanted him to do, he already knew. Han would learn to master the art of the force choke, even if it meant that Zeta himself would have to struggle to breath in the process.

Not only that, but it would perhaps helps the poor useless Jedi find his way to his feet once and for all, without struggle.

*Han knew what he had to do, he could feel it. HE reached out clenching his fist tightly, and visualizing a large hand slowly gripping Zeta's windpipe, and slowly cutting off his airflow, until han could breathe again. Han jumped to his feet, and looked toward Zeta.*

"I can feel it, Zeta, i can feel it. Its so powerful, so angry, but......." Han stopped relaizing the awful truth, even though it was what he wanted. Zeta gave him an odd look, as is he was going to ask what han was going to say.

"I like it."

"..."

Zeta did not know if Han was continuing to press his hold upon Zeta's windpipe on purpose, or perhaps he was too lost in the moment. Whatever the case, Zeta wanted Han to release his hold on him. His only indication of this was a narrowing of his eyes at the fallen once Jedi, his lips twitching slightly in the start of a snarl.