Soph stands, as usual.

"Minor bureaucratic details only, the military does like their specifics, even from Sith."

The discussion takes no more than two hours.

Wonderful. Bureaucracy. 

Not that Bureaucracy isn't the lifeblood of large organizations, but it is one of the few things left in the world that can still manage to fatigue her.

After the first hour or so, Soph seems to be catching more policy details than her master. 

Fortunately, the meeting does not last forever.

It does not, despite whatever its participants may or may not subjectively experience. Occlus makes one final entry in her datapad.

"That should be enough to get things moving on that front. Let us relocate to the gymnasium."

Vincoria nods, perhaps slightly over-eagerly.

Soph, as always, follows along behind her master.

When they get to the gym, Occlus goes to the training droid console and enters an override code. Four wall panels slide open, and four droids similar to the one Vincoria fought yesterday emerge. They stand silent next to their cubbyholes.

"We will use these as targets."

Vincoria nods. "I believe a good starting point may be my maintaining the diffuse version of the technique for some time, so that you might inspect how it differs from the standard force push more closely. The key ability is to be able to exert force without implicitly targeting an object..." 

Occlus nods, and watches Vincoria intently as she demonstrates.

The Dark Councilor proves a quick study. It does not take her long to grasp the technique.

Once explained, the form is basic compared to most any other advanced technique: however, as the needle compresses, the degree of control necessary to keep the force from escaping in a diffuse burst grows almost exponentially. 

Occlus is experienced with keeping things under control that would otherwise run amok and explode. This application is... slightly different, but she still finds the practice she already has with maintaining that discipline helpful.

Vincoria is visibly surprised when Occlus manages to dent a droid. By the time she's making star-impacts, Vincoria is beyond surprised and well into impressed.

Then again, you don't get to become a Dark Councillor by collecting bottle caps. 

Not by collecting bottle caps, no...

Occlus takes a breath, focuses her strength, and punches a fist-sized impact into the carapace of one of the droids.

"Congratulations, you're officially better at this than my apprentice."

A bang of shoved-air from across the room confirms that Soph is indeed behind Occlus' skill level. 

"Age and experience have their advantages."

"They do indeed. That said, while your power is good, I think you're patching a little too much with weapons drill here: it's not a coincidence that dent is fist-sized. If you wish to conceive of the technique as a strike with a weapon, envision a hammer and chisel..." 

Vincoria will continue her instruction for as long as Occlus wishes. After all, fatigue is not a factor for her.

Rest is for people unable to draw on the Force to sustain themselves. Occlus will continue for the rest of the day.

Soph, alas, is not progressed enough in her studies to not need sleep, food... All those annoying mortal things. Though she gamely attempts to keep up, fatigue nonetheless prevents her from continuing indefinitely. 

Well enough. Less distractions, now.

And eventually, several hours later, Occlus succeeds in driving a needle-width hole through the body of the droid.

Vincoria's eyebrows shoot up, and she steps in to examine the resulting hole. 

She lets out a low whistle.

"That's better penetration than I can usually do. Would you care to try that again?" 

"One moment."

Occlus takes a few seconds to recenter herself, and then, with a barely visible effort, drives another spike into the droid.