Birth Of Agomar

[Connor Harrison]

Connor stood in the Shadow Halls, holding his arms with his hands as he stood looking up at the Order Of The Silver Jedi crest on the wall in front of him.

He was ready to begin his training.

He was ready to be crafted as a weapon to cut away the darkness in the galaxy, a tool to be feared and admired.

He was ready to become Agomar; the defining sword.


[member="Creimire"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[member="Connor Harrison"]

With silent rapid steps, Creimire feet touched the cold stone as she descended the narrow stair case to the lower levels. Quickly she came to the lower platform and stopped. She could sense his presence within the room ahead, only slightly known to her, having only laid eyes of the stranger the day of the first meeting of the Silver Jedi on Voss. But she was in her usual identity, not this and he would not know of her.

Concealing her presence in the force, her signature cold as the stone around them and unreadable. Her hand raised and touched the stone frame that allowed entry into the main Shadow Halls. A yellow wash of light danced across her face as the lit torches threw their warm light, the shadows blinking with a very slight movement of the flames, which was caused by a drifting breeze from a crack in the stone wall. It was curious as to how that breeze filtered into this room, as the Shadow Halls are underground. This will have to be investigated at a later date and with the boss.

"Brother .. I have arrived", she simply said, her lack of words a choice made and with her use of the Art of Small she manipulated her vocal cords to hide her true voice.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Feeling a peaceful presence in the Force as she entered the room, Connor turned his head first, body following to meet her.

"Welcome sister." He lowered his head. "Thank you for coming."

He walked slowly towards her, stopping half-way across the room as not to intimidate her at all.

"Now. Shall we begin?"


[member="Creimire"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[member="Connor Harrison"]

"In good time Brother, but first have you any training in light sabers and if so what forms?", she asked wanted to know some information on his experience before she begins his training.

Creimire moves into the room and to the end of the hall. Her feet never making a sound as she moved, her boot designed this way, with soft leather flexible under foot which allowed her to feel all the textures of any surface. It is a well practiced skill she has, one acquired in her previous position within the Republic. For what she had done and still will do as a Silver Jedi Shadow, she possesses the grace and skills of her true identity.

"I would like to start your training in a defensive form which is skill with the blade all Jedi should have at their call". She turned more square on to him now and watched.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Connor didn't move as the girl moves square on him as she spoke. He made sure to quell the impatience in him; not one used to talk, more for self-teaching and action.

"I...I do not have any training with a blade. No. Only what I taught myself."

He felt slightly embarrassed at this admission.

"It's funny. I want to be used as a sword against the darkness but yet I do not know if I can be trusted to wield a blade myself." He offered a coy smile.

Connor watched her as she moved softly, curious as to her roots within the Order.

"Don't go easy on me now my dear."


[member="Creimire"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[member="Connor Harrison"]

"Then we shall begin with Form III, Soresu. This form will serve you well, when faced with blaster bolts, attacks from enemies and the blade. It is most effective in aiding your resilience in combat. It utilises an economy of effort, dodges and minimal blade movement in order to defend and maintain your energy while rapidly exploiting and depleting your enemies".

She removed her outer cloak and let it fall onto the small wooden bench toward the back of the stone room. Igniting her purple blade, she moved back into position. And took opening stance of Soresu.

"Place your body sideways on an angle. Your leading arm that holds your blade held high and back, extend the other arm forward and parallel to your blade in this style", she said and waited for him to do the same.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Connor nodded and watched, his head moving slightly counting the moves made in the stance of Soresu. He nodded and removed his hooded greatcoat, letting it fall to the floor, his charcoal grey tunic perfectly tidy underneath. Kicking the coat away with his boot, he unclipped his silver lightsaber hilt from his belt and held it in his right hand.

Exhaling softly, he thumbed the saber into a sharp snap-hiss of blue energy, illuminating a portion of his body with a satisfying hum.

Looking at Creimire, he turned at an angle, raising the blade behind, level with his head, as his left hand came up, palm open, creating a strong defensive position.

He gave her a small nod.

[member="Creimire"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[member="Connor Harrison"]

Under her mask she smiled, he is graceful in movement and flexible to the stance. "Remember your open palm is not only a sign of defense but has the ability to lead off with a strong force push on an opponent".

Creimere silently dragged her back foot to shoulder width, as she did, she raised her blade to point upward by bring down the hilt in front of her body. She proceeded to slowly go through all the defensive moves for the form as if she was under fire from a volley of blaster bolts. Slowly at first and bringing her second hand to the hilt in a double handed grip. Ending in a sideways stance with the blade blocking any attack to her back, with the hilt raised high and the blade pointing down parallel to her body.

She stood back and indicated for him to do the same now. Her blade pointing to the stone floor she moved around him watching his form as he began.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Opening and closing his free hand as she spoke, he imagined a hostile before him and how it would feel knocking them back. Connor nodded and watched her graceful movements.

Counting her movements again, he started to mimick her.

Foot back.

Secure stance.

Twist.

Sweep left.

Pull right.

Turn.

He shook his head a little, he knew he'd moved the wrong way.

Snap right.

His left hand gripped the hilt of the saber over his right and brought the blade down, parallel to him, his face peering around the glowing blade itself.

Shaking his head again, he lowered his stance and sighed in anger.

"Sorry. That was a mess, I know my foot went wrong."


[member="Creimire"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[member="Connor Harrison"]

"Brother, remember you will not get this immediately, all lightsaber techniques take years to master, if one ever does. Economy of movement is the key, this form is to protect your body and to wear down your opponents energy levels so when the time is right you can strike to attack", she said standing in front of him again.

"Again", she said this time taking stance and going through the moves again for him to follow. "Next I will 'attack' you, and I want you to use these steps to defend yourself and when I think you are ready .. I will fire some bolts at you to deflect".

 

[Connor Harrison]

Spinning the blade slowly from left to right in his hand, Connor listened and took in her words. He had to control his patience if he was going to submit to an Order. He wasn't a one-man army anymore. He was part of a team.

"I understand."

Repeating the movements one step behind Creimire each time, he finished in the defensive stance, sabre down, peering over at her, ready for her attack.

"I am ready for you."

His fingers flexed across the hilt as the soft hums of their elegant weapons filled the room, a steady air of tension suddenly between them like a coiled spring waiting to explode.


[member="Creimire"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[member="Connor Harrison"]

Creimire smiled under her mask, he was actually progressing well and on the second round he had performed the moves excellently. He would prove to be a rapid study in this form as if it can naturally to him. She simply gave a nod of her head in response to his readiness.

With a rotation of her wrist the purple blade formed a circle in the air .. only to loosen her wrist more for the training. She approached and as she near Creimire lunged foward, her blade moving swiftly but at a pace he would be able to block, she wanted to test his reflexes. The first strike aimed toward his left hip, came in a short arc in a double gripped for full strength. She had not summon the force to strengthen her arm yet, that would come.

 

[Connor Harrison]

She moved closer; his grip tightened.

Instantly he let the Force connect with her to help him move against her strike. And it came to his left hip.

Bringing his blade around in an arc across his body, he struck her purple blade cleanly with a satisfying clash and crackle. He grinned, ego getting the better, and pushed her away with his weapon, bringing it before his body ready for another strike.


[member="Creimire"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[member="Connor Harrison"]

A nice block and he is swift of movement. Still not using the force Creimire quicken the pace of her blade. She stepped back slightly and unlocked their blades, a sharp hit came in the exact same spot to the hip, a second to strike him high on the shoulder.

Her feet moved in accordance to the strikes shifting them one behind the other, in silence and without effort, her double grip remain firm but with flexibility to the wrist. Her grace with the blade growing fast as each day she trains solo or against dueling droids.

 

[Connor Harrison]

His eyes fixed on hers as she moved back to strike again, and without thinking he brought his blade up to block her high swing to his shoulder, blocking and locking blades once again.

Connor shifted his weight to his front foot and pushed backwards, using the momentum to swing his blade from Creimire's, parting them and spinning him 360 to face her.

Suddenly, he felt disorientated. Should be bring the blade high and low after a move where he had taken his eyes off his opponent?

Frowning for a second, he raised the saber in a horizontal position below his neck to compensate either direction she would come.

He kicked himself inside again, the frustration evident.


[member="Creimire"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[member="Connor Harrison"]

The position he held was a far more awkward one, and open. Creimire moved swiftly and low hitting the side of his leg in what would be a shiim cut if her blade was live. He would feel the burn of the blade but no harm would be done.

"Hold the blade in the vertical and move back into ready stance if you have the opportunity to regroup from an attack, never show your emotions .. they will exploit it", she said softly.

However, she did not hesitate and lunged again .. this time the strike aimed at this head on the left side.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Connor knew she was right, but it frustrated him. He could feel the frustration bubbling away and the want to push outwards.

He gasped at the blade hitting his leg, the burn causing him to recoil back, listening to her words as he fell back into a defensive stance with the blade now high.

As she came towards him once more, he felt something inside him take over and fill his head.

He brought the saber up and batted away her attack, almost like he was swinging to take her head, and as he did, he recoiled into himself slightly, bringing his hand off the hilt and then forward, palm open.

He hadn't thought about using an enhanced push with the Force, and he didn't know why, but in a split second of deflecting her lunge, he did, and aimed it outwards towards Creimire....



[member="Creimire"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[member="Connor Harrison"]

She felt his build up of frustration again, this one is emotional. Creimire connected to her environment and to Connor sensed his move to force push, with light feet she dodged to the right, however Connor's push hit her partly on the left shoulder throwing her shoulder back and sending her off balance. It took two pace to regain her stance ..

"The application of the force push is a good move there, however not the emotion behind it. You must regain neutral in emotions, do not give your enemy the advantage .. they will sense it and use it and eventually you will be the one that makes the error", she readied again.

"Do you know why I wear black? it is so the enemy can not see blood if they draw it from me, use every thing possible in your means to remove any form of advantage". There is no emotion, there is peace, she said to his mind, Wear the mask of black on your mind, remove the emotion and find the peace, which will allow you to strike when the opportunity presents itself.

Without warning Creimire, darted to the right behind him as her blade arced low to his back legs.

 

[Connor Harrison]

He was shocked out the application of a push towards Creimire, it was something he hadn't wanted to do, and he was a little troubled as to why he had.

Her words connected with him, and it made such sense. He too wore a dark charcoal grey outfit; a well fitted top and trousers with boots. However it didn't come across like a member of an Order. It was something he may have to relinquish to fit in more with the others.

Connor's blade had dropped to point down at the floor as his concentration was away from the defence as she spoke. However at the moment her words helped him find peace in what he should do, as she darted right, he fluidly span on his left foot, bringing the saber in a sweeping motion downwards and right to create a block to the purple blade coming in from her quick assault.

He rid himself of emotion; no pride, no celebration, no confidence.

He simply blocked her, and anticipated the next move.


[member="Creimire"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

ooc: I was invited to help with the training.

Standing in the shadows as usual, Relic kept his aura concealed. It was the way of the shadow for many force users could be identified by their unique force signature. The best solution was to hide, even from those who were considered friends, besides the Knight was not about to let an initiate see his face, not until he knew the man could be trusted.

Relic was dressed in all black, his mask black as well. Yes he deviated from the silver cloaks of the Jedi of this order, but I was because black was the color of shadow. There was no darkness in Relic's mind or heart, only his appearance.

The shadow was rather proficient with the lightsaber, and while this one was learning well, he was training to be a shadow, and that meant he had to be the best. He had to be elite. Relic could help. The student needed to be pushed and [member="Creimire"] needed to be able to observe him in order to tell him what he was doing wrong. Simply put, Relic needed to duel the man. Stepping out of the shadows, he intended to do just that.

"Creimire, if you do not mind, I should like to size him up for myself. I should wonder how he would fair against Niman?"

Relic's prefered form, no strength, no weakness. It made the masters if this form excellent duelists. Relic pressed to be such.

[member="Connor Harrison"]