Private A Matter of Inertia

[Noé Starchaser]

It had been a few months since Noé had returned to home soil. Most Jedi had their hands full with all the goings-on in the galaxy nowadays and she was no exception. From the wars in the tingel arm, to the rise of various Sith collectives, it seemed every fire put out created two more. Such was the nature of Light and Dark, though. Darkness would always rear its ugly head again and the Light would answer. It had been the way of things for thousands of years, and her Starchaser blood compelled Noé to uphold that balance. She had already accepted the fact she'd fight until her dying breath, even if ultimately nothing changed.

In order to fight, one had to know how to. A true Jedi knew that one was never done learning and Noé knew she still had a long way to go. The Force didn't come as naturally to her than most, either. Enhancing her physical form was a well-practiced skill by now and the knight relied on that over hopelessly trying to study the mystical nature of the Force. This was what brought her home to Corellia. To learn, to become a more capable warden to those who cannot defend themselves. A good friend of uncle Coren found himself able and willing to teach her a trick or two, by the name of Julius Sedaire. The woman saw no reason to object.

Noé was somewhat surprised it had taken as long as it had to have her first meeting with the man, especially with how close he was with uncle Coren. She considered today to be a rectification of sorts. Finally she could find out if all the stories her uncle had told her over the years were in any way accurate. The woman stepped into the training room, looking around to see if her teacher for today was already waiting for her.

Julius Sedaire
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[Julius Sedaire]

Jullilus would be there. When on Corellia these days, he practically lived in the training halls. The Guardians of this Order, in his mind, would come to be known as the finest saber wielders one could find. And he emphasized too, not to rely overly much on starchy traditions. Every one of his pupils spent time with willing CorSec and other like minds from the GADF to train in general operations and marksmanship. Be prepared from every angle, for every situation.

The man had let his hair and beard grow almost shaggy again, streaked with grey shot through with pure white in some places. Where his students were at times brawny and muscle-bound, the venerable Battlemaster was lithe and wiry. Though he still could hit like a freight train when the occasion called. One trainee found this out as Noé Starchaser walked in. A risky overhead strike saw Julius step back and rabbit punch the Knight in the nose with a Force-fueled jab that saw blood flow and the offending facial appendage canted to one side.

"Good! You reacted appropriately for most. But a key skill for a Guardian is flexibility. That tactic would work on almost anyone else. Someone so steeped in speed and agility tactics like myself will see through it every time. You must learn to have three reactions for every action, in the heat of combat. Now.. Off to the healers before you bleed on my floor. We'll meet again tomorrow for the next session. Dismissed."

Knights and padawans filtered out, and without seeming to notice her, Julius turned and began replacing training equipment in the sparring ring, and returning practice sabers to their place. After an almost uncomfortable silence, he turned his head only slightly to eye Noe as she stood there.

"Only a Starchaser feels that way. Welcome to the Verdant Temple, home of the Green Jedi Order, Noe. Your uncle tells me I might be able to help you in your studies. Says we share a similar struggle with the more... Mystic.... Applications of the Force... But he also describes a singular talent at enhancement. And that's often more difficult for most. This is good. Tell me... What do you know about me?"

The only true way to teach, with any regularity, was to know one another first. If she had a block, he would have to break it. And that could take time.

 

[Noé Starchaser]

The old man was quick, she'd give him that. Uncle Coren's tales held up in the first she got of Julius, at the very least.

Noé took a step sideways to allow the students out of the chamber, giving them a silent nod as they passed by. She wasn't going to be Julius' first student today; the fact he took time out of his day for a one-on-one session was something she was grateful for. At the moment, though, he seemed too occupied by the training equipment to take notice. It didn't bother Noé, though. She was patient enough, and he'd get to her eventually. Until that moment, Noé simply watched him make things orderly. When he finally did, she gave Julius a nod in greeting as well.

"Is it really that obvious? So that's how trouble keeps finding us," Noé joked as she took a step forward. "It'll probably get me killed one day." Uncle Coren had done more than his fair share to make her last name infamous. At least she could use her mother's last name in places where it really was an issue. "Thank you for having me, master Sedaire. Unless you'd prefer me referring to you by something else."

From what Julius told her about what he'd heard from uncle dearest, Noé was left hoping he hadn't oversold her abilities. She didn't like being seen as more powerful or capable than she really was. "Most of what I know about you is from the stories uncle Coren has told me over the years. Whether those things are accurate, well, I really can't tell." Tales had this tendency to be romanticized and Noé was very much aware of that.

"The red thread through them all though, was your skill as a duelist. I'm curious to see how much of it is true."

Julius Sedaire
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[Noé Starchaser]

Double post lol

 

[Julius Sedaire]

"From my days in the Republic, to the Galactic Alliance, to liberating Corellia... Fighting has been my forte. For years, I struggled to lift much more than a pebble, and all but basic meditation was difficult. But you put a saber in my hands, and.. It all made sense. It wasn't until my hiatus in the Rift, studying with the Aing-Tii, that the more mystic aspects began to make sense. But I digress... Lets see what you got kid. Come and try to hit me."

With a flick of his wrist, he tossed her a training saber, spinning the dial on his down to the same setting before settling into a high stance with a low guard, blade out and away from him, pointed down. The fool's guard. He loved this opening, as it was so inviting students usually would truly commit, and he could get a good gauge of their style and technique in how they approached when they thought they had the advantage.

Depending how she went about things, he had several skills in mind to teach her. Some easier, some less so. But he would always help any of the Starchaser's that he could.

Noé Starchaser