(heehee, I hope this is correct.)
“The imposition of will, imagination, and mind upon a physical object. This is commonly referred to as ‘telekinesis’, but that is a misnomer. For what we are doing, the correct term would be ‘psychokinesis.’”
The rocks were uncomfortable beneath Vosca’s knees, pressing into the skin through her skirt. The Echani’s hands rested on her knees as she stared ahead in the dimly lit cave. Rocks, of various small sizes were laid out in a semi-circle around her. Various sizes, weights, and shapes, some as small as pebbles, some more like small boulders she’d labored to move over a few minutes prior.
“When we consider the rock, what separates us from it? It is touched by the Force, the same as you. Like all things, it flows through it, and flows through you. So reach out to it; and the Force will meet you half way.”
Vosca’s eyes slowly shut, and she exhaled slowly. Her consciousness slipping into that impossibly large, all-consuming field of energy that permeated every aspect of her existence. It was easy as breathing, to feel the Force, to reach out to it, to touch the rocks.
… One by one, they lifted. Some shook, some levitated with ease, and some made her grit her teeth wtih effort, threatening to disrupt her focus through the sheer effort she had to put in. Split in so many directions, her focus was difficult to place in any one particular place. One by one, the stones she lifted, each stone she’d studied meticulously, fell to the ground, with sounds like ‘tinks’ to banging THUDS as they impacted.
She sighed, opening her eyes to observe the space around. A rock or two had split from the impact, the pebbles she’d selected lost among the others that were splayed all over the ground of the cave beneath the Temple. A faint sigh bubbled from her lips, pale blue eyes drifting around the room…
Settling on the darkness. A space ahead of her; devoid of life, filled with nothing she could see. Nothing was living there, certainly. Nothing she could feel anyway.
… And, on a whim, she reached out. She extended herself through the Force, peered through the darkness, felt around until… She grabbed something.
Her fingers curled, and beckoned it backwards. She strained against the weight of whatever it was that was floating, until a sizable stone left from the darkness, entering the faint illumination of the the section she’d taken up for herself, lit only somewhat by the sun beaming down above.
And, as soon as she saw the stone, the weight grew too heavy. With a resounding -SLAM-!, it struck against the ground, and she lurched forward, sighing as the excertion struck her all at once.
And there she remain, heaving to herself for some time, eyes pressed shut. Not angry, just considerate. What had happened? What was the different? Why had it worked until it hadn’t?
Was it weight? Was it will?
She didn’t know, but she’d learn yet. Surely, something as similar as physical weight could not stand in the way of the Force.
3/8 Telekinesis.