To her anger, control of her innate talent with the Force was something she hadn't mastered.
She recalled her younger days, training under the watchful eye of her mother, how she had struggled to focus enough to lift even the smallest objects.
She recalled waking from the cold sleep, her feelings numb to the world around her, as well as to what she had usually felt before... as if it was all suddenly gone.
She recalled all her moments of frustration, trying to master her anger and hate on her own... how she hated him, and blamed him for everything.
Shaisha stood, seemingly calm, as she focused on the object in front of her. It began to budge.
The lids of her ember eyes narrowed in concentration, as she tried to harness all the strong feelings of the Dark Side into her strength. It began to move.
Then, she had a flash of a long-gone memory. Happiness. A shared laughter. Smiles. Her determination in her own feelings faltered.
Pieces of the object crumbled, and then it stood perfectly still.
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D2 EVENT. LM - Force. 1st roll Discipline/Willpower.:
3eP+2eB+1eD 2 successes, 4 advantageD2 EVENT. LM - Force. Force roll:
1eF 1 Light SideShaisha suffers 1 Strain and 1 Conflict to turn to switch to the Dark Side.
D2 EVENT. LM - Force. 2nd roll Discipline/Willpower. +1 Difficulty:
3eP+2eB+2eD 1 failure, 6 advantage