Ballistakinesis. One of the techniques that characterized the Jensaarai. The ability to take multiple small objects, coin sized or less, and use the Force to catapult them towards a target at lethal speeds. She had seen some of those who had mastered the technique throw small pebbles that caused more damage than a slug thrower.
Herself? She could launch a handful of pebbles with decent speed. Nothing lethal, and only marginally faster than throwing them with her arm. She intended to fix that though.
So she sat cross legged in the gardens with a small pyramid of pebbles before her, clad in a Jedi kimono and her hair loose. Night insects chirped quietly. Birds settled into their nests. He stars wheeled and danced above her head. The Force sang in her ears.
She closed her eyes and let herself settle into the currents of the Force, finding the stillness in the center of all things, where the universe expanded outwards from where she sat and the constellations pivoted around her. She was completely still, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, grammatically.
She reached out with the Force and lifted one of the pebbles. It hung there, bobbing quietly. Then she lifted another. And then two more. Then a final one, so that five in total bobbed in front of her. She moved them, face tightening in concentration, into a circle around her. The pn she began them spinning, lazily first, as if they were vacationers in a relaxing river. Then faster, as if the current increased.
Brows furrowed, she tried to keep them in orbit, but to no avail and they flung outwards in all directions, bouncing off of tree trunks and scattering. She sighed.
Herself? She could launch a handful of pebbles with decent speed. Nothing lethal, and only marginally faster than throwing them with her arm. She intended to fix that though.
So she sat cross legged in the gardens with a small pyramid of pebbles before her, clad in a Jedi kimono and her hair loose. Night insects chirped quietly. Birds settled into their nests. He stars wheeled and danced above her head. The Force sang in her ears.
She closed her eyes and let herself settle into the currents of the Force, finding the stillness in the center of all things, where the universe expanded outwards from where she sat and the constellations pivoted around her. She was completely still, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, grammatically.
She reached out with the Force and lifted one of the pebbles. It hung there, bobbing quietly. Then she lifted another. And then two more. Then a final one, so that five in total bobbed in front of her. She moved them, face tightening in concentration, into a circle around her. The pn she began them spinning, lazily first, as if they were vacationers in a relaxing river. Then faster, as if the current increased.
Brows furrowed, she tried to keep them in orbit, but to no avail and they flung outwards in all directions, bouncing off of tree trunks and scattering. She sighed.