Learning Force Storm

A shattered world of mountains and metal-rich soil. The sky perpetually darkened by cloud cover and the occasional distant flash. The natural magnetism in the rock causes unstable static buildup. No life. No distractions.
This world is chosen for one reason: it welcomes lightning.
 
Phase One: The Holocron of Darth Tenebris
The ancient Sith holocron glows a pale violet. It flickers to life in the storm-scarred cave Cogadh uses as a temporary shelter.
Darth Tenebris (projection):
“You believe you know Lightning. You do not.
Force Storm is not merely energy. It is the Force rending the sky at your command.
You must learn to call it... and survive it.”
The projection gestures to the sky above—lightning flickering without thunder. It is not soundless, only... waiting.
“You will fail many times. But eventually... the storm will answer.”
 
Phase Two: Atmospheric Sensitivity
The first step is not attack—it is listening.
Cogadh sits, breathing deeply, not summoning lightning—just sensing the atmosphere’s static tension, its charge, its rhythm. The Force Storm cannot be called if one does not feel the world’s skin ripple with the currents of the Force.
He becomes familiar with:
Ionic pressure buildup
 
 
Magnetic field fluctuations
 
 
The way heat draws the spark, and motion disrupts it
 
 
Hours become days.
The first time he tries to reach out with the Force to manipulate that charge—he is struck.
Not by Force Lightning—by natural lightning, as if the planet mocked his arrogance.
He survives. Barely.
But he felt it.
“Good,” says Tenebris, flickering. “You’ve learned to be struck. Now learn to command.”
 
Phase Three: Internal Lightning Amplification
Cogadh now begins summoning Force Lightning, not outward, but into himself—forcing his body to become a conduit, not a weapon.
The pain is immense.
 
 
His armor cracks and reforms with metallurgical patches.
 
 
His nerves spark for hours after each attempt.
 
 
He must learn to become a battery—storing energy before release.
“You are not a conductor,” Tenebris whispers. “You are the fulcrum.”
He learns to build a charge, hold it, and then discharge it in rings around him—perfecting omnidirectional lightning bursts.
But it still isn't Force Storm.
 
Phase Four: Merging Force and Atmosphere
Now comes the most dangerous step.
Cogadh climbs a nearby basalt peak, fully exposed to the volatile skies.
He stands at the summit, arms wide. The wind shrieks. Clouds churn in response to his focused will.
He channels Force Lightning upward—not outward—into the sky.
 
 
The air ionizes. Dust and ash rise from the ground.
 
 
The Force becomes a circuit between him and the clouds above.
 
 
For a moment—nothing.
Then...
CRACKKK-KOOMMMM!
A bolt answers.
It does not strike him—instead, it dances across the sky, forking in multiple directions, hitting points where Cogadh’s will directs.
His first true Force Storm is born.
Not a full maelstrom.
Not a tempest to devastate armies.
But the start of a dialogue with the sky.
He collapses afterward. Smoke rises from his back.
But he smiles.