A Typical Day [Training - Open]

[Théodred Heavenshield]

It is snowing...

Théo is training, as he will do each and every morning. On a wooden rake is a line of training swords he had sent from Midvinter, several wooden dummy 'foe' line the far end of the courtyard for practice. Midvinter swords are heavier then the most, designed for the strength of the warriors of his fair homeland, and strong in the forging of them but they are not saber resistant, but that is no matter.

Dressed in his black leather, with a thick layer of the white fall on his shoulders and hair, he prepares to strike once more. His sword, his good sword rests by the wall safe in it's scabbard, no need to damage such a beautiful blade on wood, instead his large hands are wrapped around the hilt of the inferior blade.

A double handed gripped raises the hilt and the blade to shoulder height, pointed directly at the 'heart' of the wooden dummy before a twist of the wrist and lunge arcs the blade for a strike to the right to cut the arm. He pulls back, taking several steps while looking at his feet, not happy with his foot work, as he felt a little off balance on impact. He would shape up to try again, until he is happy.

((ooc: Anyone can join. Feel free to do your own thing, or train with someone, or move about from person to person. Totally up to you all, but have some fun))

 

[Orihime Ike]

The courtyard was a wonderful place, all of the really big improvements they had done brought about stuff they could do. So Orihime with her infinite wisdom and drive was working in her room. The living area of it as she stretched out getting the jet robe leaving her room. [member="Sorel Crieff"] was within the watch and that gave them a number of things to practice. With all of the things she was learning from her mother well they had been taught a lot so practice meant they could offer. Orihime walking out towards the courtyard as she sat there to meditate a little keeping her hair around her shoulders in the robe.

 

[Talon Sky]

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"]

It was freaking cold.

Talon pulled his new cloak tighter against himself as he wandered the frozen path from where the Padawans housed to the training field. The young man hadn't been on Rhen Var more than a day; yesterday, his master had rather unceremoniously dropped him off on this ice-ball. She said he needed to train with others more martially inclined, and see for himself the efforts of the Coalition. Whatever that meant.

In particular, Master Gseran had wanted Talon to meet and train with Theodred Heavenshield. The Droid in the hall directed the young Half-Echani to the courtyard, and so to the courtyard Talon begrudgingly tred.

Master Heavenshield was a sight to behold, effectively wielding that strange, oversized sword. Talon waited a few moments for the Jedi to notice him, before finally breaking the ice between them. "Excuse me, Master?" Talon spoke over the snow-slinging wind. "I was instructed to learn more about swordsmanship while here. If you aren't too busy?"

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

A slight grin curled the corner of his mouth as the one known as Orihime entered the courtyard and sat. With the rate the sky was dropping snow, the girl would soon be covered in it if she sat for too long, and they would have to dig her out. It was the most amount of time he had witnessed her still, always on the move that one, and this amused him greatly.

However, he was about to ready himself for another strike at the dummy when an unknown voice cut the air. Théo pulled back and turned to see if his father or mother had arrived, or another Sanctum master, unannounced but soon realised the young lad had spoken to him, calling him master. That felt strange to hear, but it is a title given to those that would train another of higher rank. "Greetings Padawan, please call me Théo. And I am not too busy to help out", a low deep voice replied as he looked over the boy not much difference in age between them.

He lifted the arm holding the sword and pointed to the wall on which the training swords rested, "See if you can find one that will suit your height and weight, be mindful they are heavy". But there should be several there designed for younglings to take up. But never underestimate anyone, many in the Sanctum had learned the hard way of Théo physical strength, the Valkyri strength well set within his body. "And grab one of those chest plates and put it on".

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[member="Orihime Ike"] | [member="Talon Sky"]​

 

[Sorel Crieff]

Sorel was still in two minds if Rhen Var felt like her new home. It wasn’t the cold — in truth the bracelet she wore meant she didn’t feel it, although the wind and driving snow could sting exposed skin. So she typically walked around in her regular dark brown robes — almost black in contrast to the expanse of white she found herself standing in.

To be true to her training, she removed the bracelet and felt the cold. She often trained without the aid, for fear of becoming too soft — of becoming too dependent on it. One day she might need to duel in an icy climate and if she didn’t want to be found wanting if the bracelet failed her for some reason.

She glanced around the yard. There were some familiar faces.

She nodded a greeting to each of them and then removed her cloak and held out her two palms. Her two sabers snapped int her hands and both blades activated with a snap-hiss. And then she began her daily routine. She had a number of sets of solo velocities. She practiced as if she were with an imaginary opponent. She performed sequences of attacks and parries, repeating the same patterns over and over, while constantly increasing the speed of her movements.

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[Orihime Ike]

[member="Sorel Crieff"] [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] [member="Talon Sky"]

Sitting there while she saw others arriving with a look on her face. A smile forming seeing Sorel before she shot up quickly standing there for a moment and she spoke. "Sorel, Theo and..." She looked at the new one and tried for a moment. "Hey you old buddy." She said it coming in next to him as she spoke low. "I don't know who he is." She shrugged before turning back. This was the watch and it seemed a bad thing that she didn't know everyone within the watch. She was happy though to see about things like training while standing there before she looked up and around them. She looked at Sorel practicing though while she brought her saber out. "Care for one more? Doing things solo isn't always fun."

 

[Micah tol Powl]

It is snowing...

Seriously, what kind of opening line is that? This is Rhen fething Var. Of course it is snowing! This place was such a tropical paradise that it made Midvinter look like Arda by comparison.

And, yes, fething was the planets middle name. Anyone who didn't know that either hadn't been on the planet for more than five minutes or was just a Jedi. Or an idiot. Honestly, it was kind of all the same when you got down to it.

Case in point, what the Sith were they doing down there?

From a perch overlooking the courtyard, the young Pantoran knelt upon the ruins of an ancient battlement and peered down on the growing assembly of ne'er-do-wells and lost boys. "-tt-" the Pantoran uttered, a click of his tongue betraying the skepticism with which he viewed the swords and swordplay.

Hokey religions and ancient glowsticks were no match for a good amphistaff at your side.

...which his wasn't, because the planet was fething freezing -- which he rather liked actually -- and his pet Yuuzhan Vong biot was from the more temperate world of Sernpidal. Azi was probably coiled up under the blankets and pillows on his bed, warm and comfortable and dreaming of chasing bogwings on Dagobah.

There was Théo, of course. The architect of this grand disaster. Plus, he just looked totally goofy in that get up. Were those leather pants? Boo was soooo taking video of this and uploading it to HoloTube later.

Then there was some new kid. Théo seemed to be trying to get him into the whole Valkyri thing. Weighted swords. Weighted training clothes. Weighted weights probably too.

Orihime was as cute as ever.

And there was some new girl. The Lady Not-As-Cute-As-Orihime. Or Jedi Padawan Not-As-Cute-As-Orihime if you prefer. Not that she was all that bad. It was just... eh... he'd give her a six. Maybe a six-point-five to account for the fact that Jedi clothing wasn't flattering to anybody, anywhere.

Now, Sith attire... or Dathomiri Nightsister garb?

But, he digressed. Truthfully, he was kinda hoping he'd get some footage of Théo getting his butt kicked by chicks with glowsticks.

That would definitely get him some likes on HoloTube.

 

[Talon Sky]

Talon nodded to his would-be instructor, and made towards the rack of weapons. Already, there was a thick blanket of snow covering most of the equipment; the young man picked up one of the heavy, weighted chest pieces at random and shook away the snow.

As he strapped it on, Talon tried to shake away his intrusive, negative thoughts and focus wholly on the coming training. It was easier said than done for the Half-Echani; his teenage mind was "always one of judgements", as his father had said. Coming from a businessman, that had seemed ironic indeed.

As Talon mused over the various swords hanging on the rack, he took note of the two girls who were also in the courtyard with him. They were both quite pretty, to him at least, and Talon once again had to bring his wandering mind back to what he was supposed to be doing. He did give a nod and smile to them both in acknowledgement, adding "Talon," to Orihime's quasi-question.

In the end, the fresh Padawan chose a sword based more on comfort in his hand than weight or length. The way Talon figured it, he'd be able to get used to any weapon he handled....or that was his goal, anyways. The sword was one of the bigger choices of the bunch, and Talon had to grip it in two hands to hold the thing up. He turned and stood at attention before Theo, Talon's eyes alight with a sense of optimistic confidence. "Alright, I'm ready sir....er....Theo."

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"]
[member="Orihime Ike"]
[member="Sorel Crieff"]
[member="Boo Chiyo"]

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

So the situation was this. A group of young adolescences of both genders with raging hormones out on the edges of SSC space, alone. What could possibly go wrong? or right? Boy they needed an adult. While Talon went to choose a sword and chest plate, Theo noticed Boo up high looking down on them all.

"What's the weather like up there!", he yelled out in jest. He watched as all of them seemed to size up each other, deciding who was the cutest and rolled his eyes. I don't want to have to play father around here.

His meandering thoughts were interrupted by Talon's return, which was just fine with him. "You ready? you look ready". With confirmation of the fact, the lesson would begin. "Now firstly I would like to see what form you have, if you have any experience in either sword or saber. Don't worry if you don't, just try a move on that dummy, strike it and let me see what you got".

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| [member="Talon Sky"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Orihime Ike"] | [member="Sorel Crieff"] | ​

 

[Micah tol Powl]

How was the weather up here?

Partly cloudy with a chance of Sith.

Holding up one hand, the boy relaxed the inhibitions he placed on his own emotions. Fear trickled up first. There was much fear in the young boy. Anger next. Memories and doubts that lingered as unseen scars upon the spectre of the mind's eye, recalling all the betrayals and mistakes of the past while anxious toward a future where more were certain to come. Those passions formed the bond that anchored the Pantoran in the Force, casually stoking the proverbial flames of the Dark Side.

The chill generated by the subtle invocation went unnoticed by the natural cold in the air. The pull of the Dark Side siphoning away heat and moisture, as the child pulled that dark nexus into his palm in a parlor trick of cryokinesis he'd discovered by accident.

He'd condensed the Dark Side of the Force into a small, hand-sized orb of white fluffy doom.

Rearing back his arm, the boy let the Sith snowball fly when Théo had turned his head to regard the new kid. "I think it might be snowing," the youngling offered in response, a cheeky grin creeping across his face.

 

[Talon Sky]

Talon's eyes followed Theo's and rested on the blue boy above them; the young Half-Echani hadn't noticed Boo, but now that he did, Talon couldn't help but feel him there. Still new to this Force stuff, Talon wasn't keen to understanding the moment that flowed between the two boys....one where the Darkside in both him and Boo recognized one another....but Talon did pick up on the subtle kinship he saw in the blue boy.

Who promptly threw a snowball at the back of Theo's head.

Talon laughed, genuinely laughed for the first time since....well, since Callista had come to his home on Corella, to whisk the young man away from his life there to be a Jedi.

Talon nodded to acknowledge Theo's request of him, and turned to face the wooden dummies. The Half-Echani, in fact, had little experience with sword fighting outside of a basic fencing class he'd taken six years ago with his brother Santino. However, he enjoyed and practiced the Echani martial arts....how different could the two be?

After two over-drawn swings and a slip on the ice, it appeared quite a lot. Talon grumbled and pulled himself up, thankful that the girls nearby seemed occupied with a lightsaber kata and hadn't noticed his fall. "I call that the....um....the Naboo cat-dive. Very popular distraction maneuver back home, you know."

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[Théodred Heavenshield]

Oh it should have been expected, his friend had the high ground and launched a snow ball right at the back of his head which found it's mark with a thud. The force of the hit making Theo's head hurt just for the time of the impact which he removed with a hand to the back of the head and rubbed way the ice and dull ache. He looked up with a mock scowl on his face and narrow eyes and if it wasn't for Talon, Theo would hurled 'projectiles' of his own in the form of a mouth full of abuse.

"Is that all you got Boo!?, wanna come down here and be useful?, my training session could use another dummy and you would do nicely". The creeping smile on Boo's face only matched by his own.

However, to the job at hand and Theo turned his attention to Talon. "I can see that, Naboo cat-dive. I mean cats love to dive. However, cats are normally good on their feet and not slip".

Theo walked to the young lad, only a year between the two of them, and lifted up the arm that held the sword until the hilt was level with the hip and the blade held to the sky. "Swords are different to sabers. You need to use less in the application of the swing and use it more for defense. To battle with the sword you have only a very limited time before you and your opponent become exhausted. So most of the time when attacked you defend and try not to use the edge of the blade but rather the flat side else the edge of your sword will chip". Theo pulled Talon's other hand to come to the hilt so he would hold it again with both hands.

"Your feet should be shoulder width apart and if you strike to kill, use the leading foot to add to the momentum of the strike and give strength to the impact on the targeted zone". Theo pointed the tip of his sword to the dummy once more indicating for Talon to try again.

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[member="Talon Sky"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Orihime Ike"] | [member="Sorel Crieff"]​

 

[Orihime Ike]

Orihime looked up as she saw some of the thing, there wa a duel going on and it was of interest to her. Seeing Theo and Boo as he sneezed watching him and feeling them both in the force. THe small padawan hopped over looking at Sorel while he opened a small compartment on her belt with a grin on her face. "So i got some snack cakes and jerky. Whod o you think is going to come out on top?" She said it with a grin and it was good to challenge each other with something like this. To let the force and skill show through.