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Post by Hanshi on Aug 12, 2006 23:34:20 GMT -5
He liked Holt, there was something charismatic Cassus liked about him, just easy to like he supposed. He was strong and perposed, and was really smart and wise. He stopped practicing and looked at the door. "I'm not really sure, there's something about that padawan that left. I felt like he's extremely troubled... clouded by fear on some form."
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Post by Cyberguy on Aug 12, 2006 23:42:05 GMT -5
Clouded? Holt felt like he would never understand these Jedi. Fear did nothing but cause hesitation, it didn't cloud anything. But he could be wrong. Cassus had a certain way about him. Something different, something almost ethereal. He felt it about the Jedi Masters as well. The Force, perhaps? He did not know for sure, but he couldn't feel it physically, and all Jedi had the Force about them. it was only a guess, though. but Cassus had potential. He had a touch of Destiny about him. Something Holt didn't.
"I wouldn't know anything about that. So, Cassus, have you ever been in combat before?"
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Post by Hanshi on Aug 12, 2006 23:52:51 GMT -5
He smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well if combat counts as using a training lightsaber against other younglings, or fighting a droid who is using a lightsaber against you, then yes. But real combat that puts my life in danger, or against someone of skill, that you can't guess their next move, then no." He aimed his hand at his lightsaber on the ground, and as if ordered to it floated up to meet it. He caught it and held his lightsaber up. "I've never had to use this yet to defend myself, even though I only just finished it today. I've been working on it for weeks, but I suppose I should call myself lucky, never having fought where the consequences could be dire."
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Post by Cyberguy on Aug 12, 2006 23:56:57 GMT -5
Holt looked on in awe. Cassus, and seemingly all the other students had lightsabers, and all Holt had was a speartip he carved while sitting on the water frieghter. And Cassus was abe to command The Force. That, in Holt's mind, put the boy far ahead of him in training. He would have to speak with Master Firians or Crane about getting one of his own.
"Where did you get that? And... and how did you call it to your hand?"
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Post by Hanshi on Aug 13, 2006 0:14:32 GMT -5
"I'll answer one at a time," he said with a smile. "This lightsaber, I built it myself, it took me about 3 weeks to do it. During that time I gathered all the parts to put it together, and finally at the end, I just used the force and it all came together. I know I wouldn't have been able to do it myself, because I tried before and it was really complicated. But this, it's almost as if it's connected to me. It just came together."
He then thought about using the force to bring it to his hand. "I called it to my hand by willing it to, with the force. I've been training since I was 10, and I learned how to move things around with the force. You kind of... have to be the lightsaber. I'm not really sure how to explain it, I'm not a master." He grinned and shrugged. "If you want, I can show it to you, I don't think Master Firians will mind if I just show it to you, you seem really interested in it." He looked casually at Master Crane, who had only watched from the side of the room.
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Post by Cyberguy on Aug 13, 2006 0:18:04 GMT -5
Holt understood what Cassus said about being the lightsaber. It was a part of Nelvaan training. One had to use the weapon as an extension of themselves. But as for constructing the lightsaber and willing it to defy gravity. Holt doubted he would understand until he was further instructed by a Master.
"That is alright, we wouldn't want to upset Master Firians."
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Post by Hanshi on Aug 13, 2006 0:28:38 GMT -5
He smiled and nodded. "Yeah, you're probably right. If this is a lightsaber training then you'll get to see it later." He thought about the yellow beam radiating from the hilt of the lightsaber, the essence it brought with it. He'd named it Purity as he thought appropriate, along with the vision of a girl covered in white light he'd seen in a dream as he crafted the lightsaber.
With that he got back to practicing going back and forth with his footing, trying to make it quicker and more fluent. He felt Hoth's confusion at his words and said casually, "Don't worry, Master Firians or Master Crane will be able to explain it way better then I can. When I first started, I couldn't understand it either, but then again, maybe it's better to start young so your mind hasn't quite grasped reality yet."
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Post by Sabre on Aug 13, 2006 9:21:30 GMT -5
Sabre had retreated to the corner of the room, away from everyone so she could barely hear Master Talau and Chis Crane. She lazily did the front step and back step, knowing it already. She probably should have tried harder but no one was complaining. She fingered the lightsabers adorning her belt. So long they had only been ornate decorations but now... now they were weapons, useful weapons. Talau had left to go after the depressed Padawan so Sabre simply listened in on the conversation between "Holt" and Cassus. Cassus she had greeted and touched minds with but Holt, the great, odd looking person, had never had the privlage to meet.
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Post by Cyberguy on Aug 13, 2006 9:44:32 GMT -5
Holt glanced from Cassus to the girl who had been in the corner. Apparently everyone else had recieved a lightsaber before him. Not that that mattered to Holt. He would receive one soon enough. He did wonder, however about What Cassus had said about training being more effective at a younger age. Perhaps he was too old, too far along to control The Force.
"I suppose so... though, at this rate, by the time that happens, we may all be too old." Holt joked, having been told that jokes lighten the mood. Back on Nelvaan jokes were only to be used during storytelling, another art of the Nelvaans.
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Post by guruman on Aug 13, 2006 11:46:12 GMT -5
Cole did the front movment with ease but seemed to be struggling with the backwards movement. Back on Sembla, if Cole swam backwards he would surely die so he thought that would be the same on land. He didn't like to talk to people other than his people because he does not know much basic, he knows Rodease and Mand'oa but nothing else. Cole with a worry skipped the second movment and stood still taking small steps to the side moving his three fingers too his belt.
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Post by thatossuskeeper on Aug 14, 2006 20:00:53 GMT -5
- Va'al looked up, shaking his head. He knew it was a mistake to come here. He should've just went after the sith without consent from the order. That is what he felt was right in his heart, not sheilding it from Talau. -
I do not think that I need basic training master! I want to learn how to use the force. I want to avenge my master! I know it is against the force, but how else am I to find peace?
- Va'al then bent down and picked up his lightsaber, shaking his head once more. -
I do not think you understand how I feel master. At first it was as if I were being forced to undergo my training. I want to learn, but my peers are strange in some way. I've never seen someone like holt before. And we are training with a human child. I just feel, out of place.
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Post by guruman on Aug 14, 2006 21:46:25 GMT -5
Cole heared what was going on outside and walked out to Va'al.
Ner vod....U-U-Udesii.
Cole didn't know if Va'al could understand him but it was worth trying to calm him down, he didn't want to sound mean but he couldn't understand why he was complaining about training with humans.
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Post by |[JK]| on Aug 15, 2006 0:16:29 GMT -5
Chris closed his eyes. Where once he had felt a stunning pulse in the Force, he now felt disorder. It was a shame, already his students were beginning to fall apart. A real shame. Once again he thought of Holt and Cassus. He could feel their bond grow more and more. A Jedi Friendship was a powerful thing. He remembered that a 'friend' in the Jedi when he was young was a plead for getting hurt. So many in those days died. So many Jedi lost their lives in wars that never ended. And many of those who did not die, turned. A fate worse than death.
Chris thought of his first friend. They had studied and practiced together for their time at the Temple. Padawans at the time, but they had formed a deep connection like none he had seen before. Soon before the war, they had accepted another student into their duo, a Corillain girl. When the war started they were an unstoppable force that knew one another's weakness and strengths and protected each other. It was a marvel. At the time Chris was not a defensive master but quite the opposite. Now deemed foolish by the Master, Chris was the first to strike in many of the battles. Though a great force, he could not have prevented the bonds of the age from stealing his family.
After gaining a small victory on a sith world everything changed. Now he assumed that Clinton had fallen under the teachings of a Sith Holocron or some other delusion of grander. He felt that the Jedi should continue on and slaughter a force that was ready to give up their position. A victory without a battle. But Clinton would have nothing of that. He left the camp and went to slaughter the defeated people for the crimes they had committed. Soon after hearing of his exit, Aimee followed in hoped of catching her friend before he did something awful. Hearing of his two friends leaving into the wild Chris, all so, left for his fallen friend.
When he found Aimee's signature in the Force, he was caught up. She was dieing... With the Force pumping through him, he made his way to the dieing force. He saw her last struggle for breath as her body fell limp. Towering over her was Clinton hand outstretched. When Chris called out to him, he only turned his destructive Force power on him. Shrugging off the attack with a brush of the Force Chris attacked. He felt nothing, not pain, not anger. He knew his duty, he would have to protect the Order and keep the peace on this planet. At the same time he must kill a fallen Jedi, a fallen friend.
His attention snapped back. His eyes slowly opened and he saw the room before him once more open up. Now he had another duty. Foster Padawans that would protect the peace and be powerful champions of the Force. Now their training would really begin.
He stepped forward bringing a saber to his hand. If one of the students looked carefully enough they would see a number of training sabers clasped to his robes. He tossed one half heartedly to Holt. He was a proven warrior and he doubted he would need explaining on how to turn it on. He was a practitioner of the Living Force. He knew that under his training, the Force would enter the lives of these Padawans and give them the needed knowledge. Now they only needed practice.
"Alright everyone. Pair up. Its time for your combat training to begin."
He paused and waited for the students to respond. In the same time he reached for the green blade that he had taken from the Temple on Yavin. He had not reforged a blade of his own. He was still hoping Sana had preserved his previous blade from his body when he was stuck down on Bespin.
With a twist of his wrist, the emerald blade roared to life piratically begging to be unleashed. Master Crane had not been required to use his saber since he defended the temple on Taris just months before. Now he waited for the students reply.
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Post by Cyberguy on Aug 15, 2006 8:45:25 GMT -5
Holt caught the saber in his hand before even turning to face Master Crane. His fingers began to drum along the outside of the weapon, his mind quickly memorizing the contours, weight, and porportions of the chamber. The last thing Holt wanted was to swing too hard or not hard enough. He supposed that it was this mastery of weaponry that was the basis not only for the Nelvaan way of carving your own hunting spearheads, but for the Jedi buiding their own weapons also.
But soon enough, time to get to know one's weapon ended and training began. Having to find a combat partner, Holt nodded to Cassus, consdiering they were next to one another and it ony made sense, considering the fact that Holt would probably face all of these padawans before he finihsed training ang became a... Holt paused. He still didn't know what came after this time of being a padawan at the Temple was finished. He would have to learn all the porper names and heirarchy sooner or later.
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Post by guruman on Aug 15, 2006 9:40:21 GMT -5
Cole just got to the room before Crane said it so he ran to Sabre because she looked like Cole. not in appearance, but she looked like him in a way he couldn't describe.
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Post by Hanshi on Aug 15, 2006 12:22:59 GMT -5
Cassus smiled and nodded at Holt, then turned to watch Master Crane. "You become a Knight after Padawan," Cassus said, as if really to no one, or to the air. In response to Crane's lightsaber activating, cassus held his out in front of him horizontally and after a moment pressed the activation moment, the yellow blade extending from the hilt. He rotated it 90 degrees and held it straight up, taking a hold of it with two hands as he waited for instruction.
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Post by Talau on Aug 16, 2006 17:10:03 GMT -5
((yeesh))
Talau looked at Va'al with a mixture of sternness, and compassion.
[glow=9999ff,2,300]You are not the only one to have watched your master die, but believe me when I say that revenge is not the answer. If you want your former master to look down upon you with pride then you should earn that respect by showing compassion, not anger or resentment. This can only lead to darkness, I have been down that road before...it is not a pleasent one.
Now, it is your choice, but I think that you should go back in there and try again....you think you are the only one feeling awkward or out of place?...no....there are so many others in there who are trying to deal with this new situation just like yourself. They may not have your past, but they have their own pasts that they too are trying to reconcile with.[/glow]
She said, standing up, and walking back into the class.
[glow=9999ff,2,300]Alright young ones...let's continue. For those of you who have your own sabers I want them turned down to training level. I don't want any injuries. For those who do not yet have your saber, there is a case to the left of me that has practice sabers, please go get one then find your own room on the mat and wait for more instructions.[/glow]
She said motioning to the case of training sabers.
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Post by Talau on Aug 16, 2006 17:12:31 GMT -5
((erm...oops, heh, well now we're both here and theres a plethera of sabers....oh well. ))
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Post by Cyberguy on Aug 16, 2006 18:37:22 GMT -5
Holt looked from Master Firians to Cassus. He assumed that now was a proper time to ignite his lightsaber. Having examined it, Holt knew exactly how to. It was a simple weapon, really. A single chamber with a single pressure plate. On and off. It didn't take a weaponmaster to understand that. Though, even in it's technological premium, the lightsaber did not bother Holt, who had ived his entire life using stone and metal only, with no such technology. There was something... primitive about it. Not like a spear though. It was elegant, it was pure, it was... perfect. He could tell by the beam created by Cassus that it was not a weapon like any other. Such an amount of energy had not been felt by Holt since his Ascension. He knew that a lightsaber would not be bested by any other weapon, even another lightsaber. Only skill could defeat the perfect blade.
Holt depressed the panel on the side of the training saber as a beam of green energy sprung from the chamber. The blade itself was so diferent, Holt couldn't tell how it was called a blade. It would not be stopped by anything but another such power. It was a bade that could exist and then cease. As if it would ive out a hundred great battles, ony to die each time and be brought back when needed.
A Ghost Blade.
A Holt Syren
Holt would master this weapon as he would come to master himself. It was a vow he made to himself. He grabbed the hilt with two hands and moved the hilt to the far eft of his body, arms outstretched, the blade crossing his chest.
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Post by The Conman on Aug 16, 2006 19:59:23 GMT -5
OOC: From the Reception hall
IC:
Arili had been directed by the secretary to room 472b. She looked around for signs, or a map, and found nothing. She decided to go up a set of stairs to see what that got her. She got upto the rooms in the 200's. She figured out their numbering system pretty quickley, heading for the set of stairs up to the higher levels.
She got to her room and used a passkey to unlock it. She put her things on her bed and found the Jedi robe that she was supposed to wear. "Its to big.." she thought. She knew that she was late for a training session, so she decided to just go as she was, wearing brown leather pants and a tight fittng brown leather top.
She walked down to the training room, they were fairly well marked and she knew which one she was supposed to be in.
She walked towards the door, careful not to disturb anyone, and saw somone teaching with lightsabers. She didn't know his name, so she just walked towards him, when she got to him she said;
" Sir, I'm Arili Annunaki, the secretary told me to come here for training?"
Hoping he knew what was going on better than she did. New rooms, buildings, people, the strange feelings she had been getting since she got there, she was quite nervous.
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