Star Wars: Daimon's Story

"A struggle awaits you," began the Priestess of Confusion. "Not against an external enemy, but within yourself."

With her words still ringing in his ears, Daimon found himself standing in a desolate landscape. Before him rose two obelisks made of energy, one exuding a blue light, the other radiating a fiery red. Between them, a shapeless void fluctuated, its dark maw drawing everything into its depths.

"Balance and conflict are intertwined," echoed the priestess's voice all around him. "You cannot find harmony without acknowledging discord."

Daimon took a deep breath and stepped forward, drawn to the monoliths. As he stood before them, he felt his own force energies gravitate towards the pillars. Exploring carefully, he connected with each entity, Ice-cold serenity and blazing rage.

At the same time, his mind was aflame with countless conflicts, each threatening to tear him apart: compassion against hostility, selflessness against egoism, mercy facing wrath; yet in the space between these timeless struggles were moments of tranquility: genuine victories for serenity behind every battle fought bravely.

"Each choice is a battle in itself," came the voice of Conflict again. "And each victory or defeat molds you."

As realization washed over him, he understood that this trial was not about choosing between either obelisk but maintaining equilibrium, heated by passion yet unbowed by tranquility's freeze.

Summoning his willpower and drawing strength from every victory and defeat he had experienced thus far, Daimon extended his hands and connected himself to both obelisks. Power, pure and raw, flowed into him from the monuments. It was ethereal, otherworldly; power unfathomable and almost too difficult to control.

And yet, he held on. His entire body trembled as he contained the extraordinary amount of energy within him. His mind was flooded with thousands of conflicting emotions, anger, joy, grief, hope. They all surged within him like a storm. He felt as if he were being pulled apart from head to toe, his very consciousness threatened to fracture under the sheer strain of it all.

"Are you ready to surrender?" The Priestess of Confusion asked mockingly amidst the chaos.

"No," Daimon gritted his teeth and opened his eyes, now glowing brightly with the combined energies of both monuments. "I do not yield."

He reached deep within, seeking out that place of calm he had found when faced with the mirror of self-reflection. Using that, he navigated through this storm of emotional turmoil.

His connection with both the monoliths deepened, allowing him to channel even more energy into himself, but with newfound control. He felt himself becoming a conduit between these two primal forces; an embodiment of the balance they represented.

In his veins, ice-cold serenity harmonized with blazing passion. Amidst the noise and tumult that would have torn anyone else asunder, Daimon nurtured an internal equilibrium. He was a vessel for conflict and harmony alike, and in him they became one.

"Stop!" The Priestess of Serenity seemed taken aback by this feat of strength and willpower. Quickly breaking the connections with the monoliths, Daimon was left panting heavily from exerting himself to his limit, but still standing, a testament to his resilience and decades of training.

"You have done well, Daimon. You have shown a strength of spirit that is most rare," the Priestess of Serenity said, sounding genuinely impressed.

The two other priestesses agreed with her statement with a nod of their heads. They stood silent for a while longer as they studied his exhausted figure.

With a faint sigh, the Priestess of Confusion finally broke the stillness. "You've passed your second trial," she admitted.

"What's next?" he asked, eager to get on with these trials.

"I don't think another trial is required," stated Serenity as she glanced around to see the reactions from the others. They all nodded their heads agreeing that they didn't require another trial. Some such as the Priestess of anger was shocked that a Mortal managed to pass their trials so easily while also surpassing their expectations.

"Remember what you've learned, Daimon," advised the Priestess of Anger. "Power without restraint will lead you to ruin. Draw strength from your victories, but also from your defeats."

"You have been granted a great boon today, Daimon. But you do not yet carry the power of life and destruction within you. Now we will teach you the connection between the Living Force and the Cosmic Force." Priestess of Serinity said.

"Finally," Daimon said as the Priestesses ignored his comment. "But what happened to Cortana,"

Reaching out her hand, Serenity had made Cortana appear right in front of them, still under her control. "I must say Daimon, this is possibly the first time I've seen an almost perfect mix of the Force and technology to create something as extraordinary as this."

"She is unlike any droid we have ever encountered," the Priestess of Anger stated, "But she is still an artificial consciousness, therefore, susceptible to the Force. We merely put her into sleep mode so as not to interfere with your trials." Daimon let out a breath as he was worried about what happened to Cortana, thankfully she was okay.

"Now if you have no more questions, let's get to your training which will take quite a bit of time."

With a nod of acknowledgment, Daimon readied himself for what was to come. It was clear that the priestesses were going to push him in new and unimaginable ways.

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Daimon underwent a series of intensive training sessions under the watchful eyes of the Priestesses. He learned to tap into the nuances of the Force, both Living and Cosmic, merging it with his immeasurable physical strength.

From Serenity he learned finesse. She taught him to control his Force impulses; to feel the natural rhythm of life that pervaded every corner of the universe. From Confusion, he learned resolve. She showed him how chaos often folded into order, in its own mosaic pattern that only those with calm hearts could decipher. Anger taught him restraint, how to control his burning energy, allowing it to become a tool rather than a threat.

His training was grueling and filled with countless trials and setbacks, but each challenge merely strengthened his resolve. Cortana became an integral part of his regimen, filling in gaps and helping where possible. The bond between the two of them deepened through their shared hardships.

The final day of training arrived abruptly, nearly catching Daimon by surprise.

"You have been favored by Fate," Serenity said. "You are the first Mortal to achieve this level of power."

"But, in order to reach the level of power you are aiming for, you must let your body accept the natural flow of energy in your body for the next few years. Learn to live with this as if it is part of your very being, only then will you be ready to reach the final stage in your journey." explained the Priestess of Serinity.

"And if you use the Tho Yor, you will be able to grow even faster while learning and creating your own Force abilities depending on how you see the Force." Priestess of Sadness explained. Each person saw the Force a little differently, so when it came to creating new Force abilities it all came down to the individual and how strong their connection was with the Force.

Daimon nodded, understanding the Priestess words. With these last words, the Priestesses had all disappeared without saying a word and sending Daimon back to where his ship was at. It was time for him to leave the Force planet, as much as he wanted to stay, there was nothing more he needed to learn.

His next destination would be to Coruscant where he would meet with Valkorion before going to Tython to start training.

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20 years ago, on Veldari, the Gen'Dai homeworld.

The final battle to unite the planet under Asvalis clan was underway. Kaelor had managed to either subjugate or destroy any other clan in his way for unification.

Riding on top of his monstrous, hideous creature made from combining the Dark side of the Force with experiments, Kaelor charged through the frontlines of his enemy cutting the heads of many Gen'Dai as he charged forward. While Gen'Dai were considered almost immortal because of their lifespans and regenerative properties, cutting off their head was fatal to any Gen'Dai and would result in death.

His blade, filled with Dark side energy, cut swathes through his foes down as if they were nothing. Blood splashed across the ravaged grounds of Veldari as his brutal march continued.

Asvalis clan had amassed a reputation for its brutality in war. They corrupted tens of millions of people using ancient Rakata artifacts and further amplified their power using the corrupted Rakata artifacts. Kaelor was the spearhead of this terrifying force; he was the embodiment of their dark and violent principles.

At last, after hours of relentless fighting and countless losses from both sides, Kaelor found himself facing Gyta, who was chosen as a leader due to her indomitable spirit amongst the resisting clans.

Gyta stood still and tall against Kaelor's presence. Her gaze looking at the carnage around her, but she did not waver. If anything, she seemed to draw strength from her people's resistance.

"You have come far," she told him, "But you will not have our surrender."

"Your defiance will be your downfall!" Kaelor yelled.

"I don't defy you Kaelor," Gyta said, rising her voice above the sound of the battle, "I defy what you represent: tyranny, oppression, and fear."

She raised her weapon, an ancient Gen'Dai weapon passed down through generations. Kaelor swung his blade with a deadly force, but Gyta managed to parry his powerful strike, and counter with her own.

Their battle lasted for a while, but in the end Kaelor emerged victorious. After that, following hours saw the defeat of the last few clans.

With Kaelor emerging victorious, he declared an end to the clan-based system and forced everybody to unite under a single banner. His banner. A harsh regime was established on Veldari, and anybody who went against Kaelor was killed or used in harsh experiments.

The Republic remained indifferent to these turns of events as Veldari wasn't an interest to the Republic nor was it that developed. Plus, Veldari had long remained isolationists since being discovered by the Republic. Now that a new harsh regime had formed, the Republic didn't even want anything to do with Veldari.

That was 20 years ago. Now that 2 decades have passed, thousands of Gen'Dai have fled the planet, most of which Daimon had Cortana immediately gather to give them a job. Most were used as guards within Astralis Dynamics, while others joined the small secret mercenary organization that was created and funded by Daimon.

He had future plans involving those Gen'Dai, most of which relied upon him growing stronger.