Break Before Resetting the Bone (group training, open to Levantines and other Jedi)

[Kana Truden]

Kana never had been one to jump straight into the new things. A study into the theory of the different ways to apply the force was just important as important of a step as any other when it came to learning. It was after all the reason Kana sat around the archives from time to time while building her own understanding of how to heal wounds through the force. Progress on that seemed to have stopped though, it definitely had been a few weeks since last she visited the place but the principle still stood.

She remained seated with [member="Khaleel Malvern"] while most people seemed to get up to go get their coconuts. To get up and get a coconut at this point, to her, would prove pointless as she had not a single idea what to do. If the basic idea was to get a sense of where the weak point was on the coconut it wouldn’t be as simple as simply ‘feeling’ the coconut with the force, it rarely worked that way. At least not for her. She looked at the others for a second as Khaleel got up from the ground. They all had a pretty easy time with it, yet here she was in deep thought.

The idea of ‘shatterpoint’ seemed to be to find that weak spot in a construction. It was kind of like pointing out the words ‘probably’, ‘technically’ and ‘most likely’ when discussing an idea with your friends. If done at just the right time you’d cause them to pause and rethink it completely, effectively breaking their idea down. However if done incorrectly they’d slap you on your arm and call you a chicken. In it’s essence it was not as much a skill on how to tear things down as much as recognizing where those breakpoints were.

With her mind elsewhere [member="Qun Vell"]’s sudden cry for Kana to ‘catch’ was lost on her. With only the tickling sensation in her mind telling her something was coming her way she slowly turned around to see what it was and-

“Oh!”

The coconut hit her square in the chest and her ungraceful catch was as equally lousy. The coconut fell to the ground and she leaned forward to retrieve it. Coconut in hand she raised it towards the sky and waved it back at Qun. “Thanks!”

She lowered the coconut and spun it around in her hands. The jiggly feeling as the waters within was cast around amused her and she gave it a few gentle shakes for the sake of it. Eventually she began tapping away at the hairy exterior to look for the subtle sound differences where the shell would prove itself at it’s weakest. Tap for tap her confidence grew that the point obviously ran somewhere along the lower half of the coconut and she raised her saber hilt before taking a few deep breaths to clear her mind. She applied physical force as she thrust the hilt towards the coconut and-

“Woa-ah” She cried as the hilt struck the nut out of her hand and she desperately reached out in an effort to grab it in mid-air. What she had managed to find was clearly not the breakpoint of the coconut but the exact opposite. She tucked a few loose strands of hair back behind her ears before kneeling down to pick the nut up again.

Well that clearly hadn’t worked. What had she done wrong? She had to think on it.

[member="Aaralyn Rekali"] [member="Kalizka"] [member="Maxi"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Shule Windspeaker"] [member="Coci Sinopi"] [member="Spark Finn"]

 

[Arage Bao]

Kal had been simply sitting there and contemplating the fruit (was it a fruit? did it really matter?), when the girl next to him caught a coconut straight in the chest. The scoundrel raised his eyebrow, but didn’t say anything, instead keeping most of his focus on the coconut and the lesson at large.

Eventually he heard a thunk, the fruit falling and being picked up again. It seemed that Kana wasn’t having a lot of success with her attempts, honestly… Kal wasn’t doing much better than her. Theorizing and putting the idea in the right frame of reference was good and well, but actually doing it?

Far more complicated.

‘Gotta put in the right frame of mind, Mouse.’ the former thief shared with [member="Kana Truden"] ‘Ain’t about the coconut, and it ain’t about applying force. It’s about realizing that everything… has a place.’

At this point he was as much talking to himself as to her, turning the coconut around in his hands and studying it from different angles.

‘There is always a plan, always a thing that keeps it together. But every once in a while, for a short period of time? One can suddenly see the entire picture, clearly see… what needs to be taken out, replaced, or pushed in to collapse the card-house, set things into motions or even change the future.’

Khaleel tapped gently against something he thought he saw. Nothing happened.

‘A frightening capability if you ask me.’ he finally said to Kana with a wink. ‘Ain’t sure if I’d even want to be capable of it.’

Unbeknowingly to Khaleel a very small fracture had appeared in the coconut, so small, so seemingly insignificant that few would even note it. But that was what it was all about, wasn’t it? Turning events by a little push and a little change, not crashing buildings by tapping at a foundation.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Bare toes sank into the warm sand. A cool breeze ruffled his hair and stung his nostrils with the refreshing smell of salt. Ryan closed gray eyes and focused on the coconut in his hands. Rough fingers poked and prodded, searching along the hard surface for the points [member="Shule Windspeaker"] described.

Korr had slipped in late to the session, and hopefully unnoticed. He sat at the back of the group, keenly aware that in previous classes he'd been the cause of quite a few angry exits. Thus he had two goals: learn more of the answers his dreams had spoken of... and successfully get through the training without someone huffing off due to his actions, or inaction.

Steady breaths helped clear his mind and he opened himself to the Force, seeking clarity, peace and solace. The Levantine Sanctum was, in a way, a bastion of solace in a galaxy overrun by oppressive governments. Maybe one day the long arm of some imperialist nation would reach them, but even then Ryan did not believe Levantine could be overcome so easily. They did good things here. Things that were right. If anyone had the blessing of the Force it was the Levantines.

Ensconced in meditation, Ryan thought he felt something.

[member="Khaleel Malvern"]'s flirting ruined everything.

The redheaded Jedi Knight couldn't help but crack a slight smile at the undesirable's wooing of [member="Kana Truden"], though Ryan kept his eyes firmly shut. Korr tried to regain his focus and center himself. It was a slow process.

 

[Meeristali Peradun]

He was doing it again, that thing that made Force users very difficult if not impossible to sense. It was something he put to use on the regular because how was a 'muscle' to get stronger if it was not exercised? As it was with the body, so it was with the Force that there was no magical pill, no 'get fit instantly' solution - it was only through use, through repetition that his abilities would be enhanced. Each effort with Force Stealth made him capable of being further concealed, his presence diminished by a greater percentage each time... and waiting for a lesson to truly begin was often the perfect time to do a little work on the less overtly disruptive powers he had acquired.

That didn't mean that he wasn't aware of what was going on around him, of course; he had been fully cognizant of the instructions relayed as well as the coconut flying through the empty space next to him and in a flash of motion one arm struck out and snagged the coconut out of mid-air that had been heading for a ghost he didn't know was there, nor could he see it; that wasn't to say that he didn't feel as if something was slightly off, though not in a bad way, so he didn't pay it any heed. With the coconut resting between two large, tanned hands, marked with the softening callouses of past work and the renewing callouses of hard work, he allowed the act of stealth to melt away, making his presence available to the senses of all though he had been visible to the eye in the place he sat the entire time.

Subtlety, indeed. It was a thing he understood as well as the grace of movement and silence he could employ and so he delved into the Force once more to find that calm centre that was the créme of his connection to the Light; thumbs and fingers ran slowly over the short-haired surface of the coconut with the slightest amount of pressure, seeking indentations and hairline fractures from the abuse it had already suffered from its drop from the tree it had grown on and the flight and impact with his hand. After a minute or two of patient mapping and the discovery of a few points of weakness the best point was selected, a faint indentation with hairline fractures proceeding out of it in an equal, circumferential manner, though jagged in the way that cracks naturally were. One hand was left with the coconut while the other plucked the hilt of his lightsaber from his belt.

With a deft flick of the 'saber hand, the hilt was flipped to the usual grip in which it would be put to use in most circumstances, and with a soft - but not too soft - and vaguely sharp tap, he bumped the coconut with the pommel of the hilt at the determined point. A larger crack spidered out from the impact coming further down towards where his hand held the fruit, and a gush of the coconut water wet his palm, causing him to tip the coconut backwards to slow the flow to a stop. Once that happened, he set the hilt aside and gingerly moved the coconut from one hand to the other so that he might lick his hand clean.

What else did you expect from a felinoid?

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[member="Shule Windspeaker"] | [member="Khaleel Malvern"] | [member="Kalizka"] | [member="Adele Adonai"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Coci Sinopi"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Maxi"] | [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] | [member="Qun Vell"]​

 

[Adele Adonai]

Amidst the selection of coconuts, one would fall and topple onto the ground in the chaos.


Thump thump.


It gave a small shudder, rolling along in the ground -- for an object in motion will stay in motion unless prevented by something else. Along the sand and light gravel it would roll, just a couple of feet until it would plop by the base of a coconut tree.

There the three dimples would watch the heavens, seemingly alone and discarded.

That is, alone save one Force Ghost. Adele's form would be sitting in seiza, observing the coconut with curious eyes. All things are possible with the Force, all that it required was the proper amount of focus.

So in this, the meditation specialist began to do so.

 

[Spark Finn]

"Oh!"

The startled cry left her lips as it became evident the tree was really a Neti. She craned her neck as she looked up at him. Hand slowly loosened its clutch around the fabric of her hoodie just at her heart. "Sorry, I..," she caught the coconut he offered. "Thanks. I'm Spark Finn and this is my friend Qun Vell."

Blond-wispy-haired head tipped to Qun, while maintaining a respectful classroom whisper. The last thing she wanted was the wrath of Master Vanilla - err, Shule. Looking over the coconut in her small hands, she imagined the lines of nature like data codes. She just had to find the imperfections in the imperfections.

A passerby might look at the Palawan and think she was constipated with how intently she was staring down that outer husk.

Pale-freckled face turned pink as she picked up a fist-sized rock and went to jam it into the coconut where she thought....

Sliiiiiiiip

The rock failed to find purchase on the moistened husk and banged against the top of her thigh instead. "Master Van- ahmmm Shule." She raised her hand, trying to keep the pain out of her voice. "Would it be possible to get a demonstration? I think....," free hand went to rub at the growing bruise, "I learn better that way."


[member="Qun Vell"] [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] [member="Kalizka"] [member="Maxi"] [member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Shule Windspeaker"] [member="Coci Sinopi"] [member="Kana Truden"]

 

[Kana Truden]

With eyes wandering between her coconut and [member="Khaleel Malvern"] there was little Kana could do but nod as he put things in perspective. Eventually her attention set on the drupe in her hand and she continued spinning it around. The teacher’s aide’s wink went unnoticed and she continued to tap away at the coconut’s hairy exterior once more.

“It’s only as frightening as you make it.” She raised it up to look underneath it. “That goes for a lot of things, really.”

So it wasn’t about actually finding the weak point as much as seeing the ‘bigger picture’ of things. To not only recognize that everything has one but also what would happen if you applied the appropriate pressure to said point. Her ‘debate theory’ suddenly seemed very far-fetched, but at least she had tried it.

She cleared her mind again. The force was with her and she had to find that 'image' that made it all obvious. She had her idea, but she had already managed to get it wrong once already. Still, she went with her gut and raised the saber’s hilt again.

“The way I see it you can use it to tear holes in a man, or…” She thrust her hilt at the coconut again. A small cracking noise made itself heard and she looked up at Khaleel. “You can use it to bust a nut wide open. In the end it is you who decide what you want to use it for.”

She raised the coconut in front of her and smiled at the itsy-bitsy little crack that she had caused. The man’s advice had helped! Granted, it was a very, very small crack but he had still helped! She had to hide her excitement behind a proper jedi-like face of indifference.

“If anything it’s good to have experience or knowledge about the things that can be used against you.”

 

[Jericho]

Twirling; Jericho swung his chain scythe in a large vertical arc around him....Side to side. With his other hand he spun the other half of the chain the other way, shifting his grip right as the two blades passed over each other. The chain vibrated and lost most of it's momentum with the maneuver but he wasted no time in yanking up wards, sending both halves sailing overhead in an arc. His eyes were closed as he felt the movement of the blades swinging them around himself. He was training to be become one with these blades as he was with himself, his sabers and of the force. In doing this, it was as thought he was in a meditation state thinking of nothing just the sounds of his blades swinging and the movements they made as he continued to walk. There was a change as he took his first step on to the sandy beach of the moon, he felt the signature of many of whom he did not recognize but all of which were of Ashlan, of the light.

From the warm sun, his heavy armor, and his hooded cloak; sweat dripped glistened on his chest and forehead. He took a deep breath covering his blades with the force and swung them both as hard, fast and skillful as he could with a great spin. The blades followed the act and spun as though cutting the air around him. The sand rose as he spun and flung a good distance and as gracefully he made his movement. The chains rolled back into his hands, wrapping tightly until the handles of the scythes reached the palm of his hands. "Hmm." He stated, to many those subtle movements would be graceful and poised showing the skills true to a master. But to him; the warrior still felt very sloppy. He shook his head and looked at the chain wrapped around his hands, letting out a sigh. "I can still do better...." He thought to himself.

He lowered his hood, his normally spiked up hair was flattened by the weight of his hood and sweat that dripped down to his forehead. His jet black hair was matted to his head. Some sweat rolled down his eyes and fell to the ground when he blinked. His attention turned back to the multiple signatures and moved to them. Once he had caught sight of them he went to the shore, took and knee and wrapped the chains around his waist like a belt. He took off his battle breathing mask then placed his hands together in the water and raised the water that stayed within the perimeter of his palms touched his warm face used to clean and cool himself. The feeling of the cool water gliding along and off his face was, in truth needlessly to say, refreshing.

He place his mask back on after a breath the 6'6 man stood and popped his neck then faced the ones training in the force. Their signatures ranged in accordance to their abilities, a few masters in their own right, knights and padawans. He moved to them watching them train very closely. Watching their movements, their actions, listening to the words shared among them, and felt the energies be made. As soon as he had made his appearance more and more appeared to the lesson at hand. Many great minds as well as fresh minds willing to learn. The warrior crossed his arms, observing their movement and their own ways to train as a lorrdian he could learn much from doing so.


[member="Shule Windspeaker"] | [member="Khaleel Malvern"] | [member="Kalizka"] | [member="Adele Adonai"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Coci Sinopi"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Maxi"] | [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] | [member="Qun Vell"]

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

Kyrikal IX
Levantine Territory

She had been out with a shuttle getting more information on the ruins of Voss, something that may not have been mentioned in their own archives, which would make no sense. Serene probably just missed them or was making an excuse to go off on her own to continue to work to build up the walls she needed to keep the voices of everyone else out, and to shield herself from their emotions.

That was why she was farthest away in the class, but she could listen to what the instructor was saying, and she could pick up conversation here and there. She loved the beach, rocks everywhere they alone were a big distraction for her, she wanted to pick some up and examine them to learn more about Kyrikal IX.

She listened intently when the Master spoke, this skill required calm. As long as she could keep building up her walls within her mind, she was calm. Velusia had taught her a few things one being there was a time and a place for everything, even when she believed it was now. Patience.

She looked up at the coconuts at the moment something else slipped into her mind

I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts​

There they are, all standing in a row​

Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head​

Give them a twist a flick of the wrist​

That’s what the showman said​

Serena picked up one from the ground watching as others had approached and done the same,or climbed for the fresh ones she smiled small smiles. She didn’t want to invite them too close, force knows what would seep out and into her. They were unaware of her empathy.

Serena held the coconut it felt odd, the hard shell covered in stringy hair it tickled her senses through her fingers. Her fingers began to feel the weaknesses within it, where it had fallen and started to rot there.

Serena biting her lower lip in concentration ran her thumb along the fault line. It should be easy right, think of pulling it apart, but still leaving it useful. She concentrated, if she had a chisel it would be open right now. She shook her head for a moment.

She held the coconut out in front of her contemplating it, she thought about pie in the moment. She must be hungry. Clear you mind she scolded herself.

She could feel the coconut giving way in her hands, what happen next caught her completely by surprise, the coconut erupted spraying its contents all over her.

Serena narrowed her gaze, Really. And then she laughed at herself.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

To the back of the group walked a dirty blonde haired young 'man', who came up to the tide and sat in the sand. I pull my hands into my hoodie and fix it over my stomach, feeling [member="Shule Windspeaker"] 's words wash over me. The art of being a Jedi is an art I need more attention to produce. Needless, it's been rocky lately. Between spending time in Sanctum space with my Master [member="Ilias Nytrau"] and cooling my head from Fringe Business, I met Shule not long before now - briefly.

Something stuck.

I needed to hear his lessons. I needed to learn about Shatterpoint and about Jedi Ethics.

This lesson is one of grounding and restraint. It's a powerful ability used for ultimate ends and not a play toy. I might need it. . . someday. Pushing the dirty blond locks of hair out of my face, I settle in the sand and keep my focus on the Master Windspeaker.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Shule Windspeaker | Kalizka | Spark Finn | Kana Truden | Adele Adonai | Khaleel Malvern | [member="Qun Vell"] | [member="Maxi"] | [member="Anders Sivas"] | [member="Serena Bouie"] | [member="Jericho"] | [member="Ryan Korr"]​

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The coconut was caught after the force had warned Coci of in 'incoming' projectile, thanks to Qun Vell. She smiled and bowed thanks to the man before examining it. The green outer cover in tact protecting the kernel which is was was desired for the exercise. Coci walked over to one of the rocks on the beach and found one with a reasonably sharpish edge and began to strike the rock to cut the outer husk. She did not use the force to give strength, but prefer manual for a change and soon she had cut through until the husk could be peeled away. This took longer as the fibres mattered and twined together is not easy to separate. Pushing and pull until the she could see the kernel and finally able to removed it.

She held the kernel and peeled away as much of the fibres as possible until she could see what she was after, the three small holes at one end. Normally she would have just cut the top off with heavy sharp blade, green outer cover, husk and all, but that was not the point of the exercise. Coci walked back and sat on the sand, closed her eyes and concentrated on the coconut to find it's weak spot. She knew where it was of course, at the small holes but she searched anyway. The hard shell mattered over time to form the casing is strong as it is designed, not like wood that has a grain in which one could use to split but her search only revealed her first thought.

Resting and holding the coconut on a smaller rock nearby, she hit the top where the three holes with the hilt of her saber and in one snap the shell broke and the piece fell into the coconut water within. Immediately she could smell the refreshing liquid and wondered if it would taste the same as the ones found on Tabaqui.

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Kana Truden"] [member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Meeristali Peradun"] [member="Adele Adonai"][member="Spark Finn"] [member="Jericho"] [member="Serena Bouie"] [member="Anders Sivas"] [member="Coci Sinopi"] [member="Shule Windspeaker"]

There was an innocence in the girl and her drunken friend that Kalizka couldn't help but find refreshing. It wasn't the fact they were humorous or awkward as much as it was their kindness to eachother. There was a kind of love that was less common in this age. In this age romantic love was sought and sought again as if obtained a an open air marketplace. The there was familial love or affection for those who share your same culture and back ground even simply your own city block And of course there was friendly love or affection, regard between equals. Those had a place in any age but the fourth kind that was the love he saw among these young people, sacrificing love. Sacrificing love had no requirement, had no limits, it was given regardless of being returned and it was strong enough to move stars. The two strange creatures whether they knew or not had that in there manner, the ability to care for someone or somthing withouy thought of receiving anything in return.

"There are Masters of many sects that could learn from you." he would tell Qun and Spark before he picked up his coconut seed. He'd not bore with details he was merely a student of time but many could benefit from the heartthearts of those awkward two.

Kal held the coconut for the young woman and then held up his finger. His old eyes closed and he breathed calmly as a low rumble came from his thick chest. Finally he opened his eyes to the fault lines in the seed. He took his woody forefinger and quickly poked a hole in the shell then gave it to her.

"You should drink come, you looked constipated when you were meditating. That's not good for mammals. " in typical fashion he turned around with an amused grin and walked to [member="Ryan Korr"] and patted his shoulder.

"He's gone." he said before he walked to the rocks and sat down to think about what he had been shown. Shatterpoint was interesting. The reliance on the living force, space, time and applied force to both find thebfaults and effect them. He would be thinking about this for a very long time.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Kana Truden"][member="Khaleel Malvern"][member="Ryan Korr"][member="Meeristali Peradun"][member="Adele Adonai"][member="Spark Finn"]@Jericho@Serena Bouie[member="Anders Sivas"][member="Coci Sinopi"]@Kalizka@Aaralyn Rekali

Shule welcomed the new arrivals as he watched coconuts explode. He rather hoped they didn't try this against metal. Durasteel armor didn't break as well as coconut shell. One more reason not to put your trust in tricks.

At Spark's request, he shrugged and stood, brushing sand off his robe. He didn't wear the multilayered brown of the old Order; instead he usually opted for a jumpsuit with an outer robe. Better for sand.

"A demonstration? I wouldn't want to leave broken rock on the beach, or kill a tree, but I guess I could take a drink."

He crossed the beach to a tree, which he examined, trying to ignore the class. This was a matter of focus, clarity and calm.

After a minute or so, he stepped around the tree, crouched low, and slammed a Teras Kasi palm-heel strike into the trunk. A single coconut thudded in the sand. Picking it up, he turned it over, then placed it on a flat rock. A knife-hand strike elicited a crack; a second made a hole. He drank with some satisfaction.

"All right, everyone, try it again. I see a lot of intuition but not a lot of control, and it's control that'll make you a Master."

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Gray eyes opened to a pat, meditation dispelled.

"What?"

Who was gone? Ryan must have missed something.

Meditation was never easy for him to attain. Storms of emotion regularly rolled inside the cavern of his heart. Quelling them took all his attention. His face might be a stone mask, weathered and scarred despite his age, but his heart beat with the raw feelings of a confused, jaded young man who just wanted answers. Answers to the whys of life. Why the pain? Why the loss? Why fight?

He sighed, giving up a lost cause and watching Master Windspeaker. The older man's use of shatter point had a purpose. That purpose was not destroying the shell of the coconut, nor knocking it off the tree. He just wanted a drink. Water. Life.

Ryan's eyes returned to his own coconut, studying the shell that was every bit as hard as his head. He reentered a state of peace in his attempt at analyzing the coconut, trying to ignore the unsettling ambiance of padawans shattering coconuts on first attempts. Those sounds faded into the background. Instead, Ryan listened to the wind and the waves and the way his heart beat. He listened to the sound of his fingers scrabbling against the coconut's shell. The sweet smell of the nut mixed with the tang of salt air and the sweat of a frustrated redhead. He felt the sand beneath his feet, the air against his cheek and the hairy texture of the shell.

Don't think, he told himself, sense.

Gray irises turned to a silvery white and the pupils to a soft blue, both shining with the gentle light of the Force. Spatial perception of a mundane world dropped away and Ryan held his breath as he witnessed an indescribable realm of beauty. Enchanted, he lost himself in the intricacy of a coconut, utterly enamored.

[member="Shule Windspeaker"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Kalizka"] [member="Adele Adonai"] [member="Anders Sivas"] [member="Meeristali Peradun"] [member="Coci Sinopi"] [member="Khaleel Malvern"]

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

Try it again he said. Ok.

She got up looked up and called for the coconut to come to her hand. This one was green it did not look like the other the smoothness of the outer covering so much difference than the brown stringy one. Concentrate he said. Ok she thought. Before she began she looked around at the others, the force was a tool, the teachings a way of life. This what he was showing them was one way to react, to find the weakest point within the object and use it.

Once again Serena glided her hands over the skin of the coconut, she could feel it now against the palm of her hand the connection of all things within the force. She quieted everything around her, not trying to see who was there, or who had succeeded or not. It was just her and the coconut, concentrating on it did this new life had a breaking point, a weakness within it.

Her fingers became the sensors, the smallest of changes, the littlest indentation it was strong in every sense but there was one point that it was weaker one point in which the right amount of pressure would make it split open.

The noises around her faded away it was just her, the force, and a coconut. She held it up in front of her taking her hands away the coconut hung there before her, her blue eyes stared straight ahead through it. she reached out with her right hand and touched the seam that ran from the top to the top, slowly the flesh of the coconut peeled back rotating over and slowly lowered itself till it rested on the sands before Serena.

She blinked, and it was over. She felt drained, tired and wondered where did the coconut go. Then she looked down. Wow she thought, that's amazing. I wonder who did that. But then as she looked at it she realized what a terrible power this could be, for the damage was internal to the coconut, the skin had peeled away because the insides were trying to come out.

In that moment Serena though she would be sick.

[member="Shule Windspeaker"] [member="Kalizka"] [member="Coci Sinopi"] [member="Anders Sivas"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Connor Harrison"] @everyone

 

[Cilara Ventril]

[member="Shule Windspeaker"] [member="Serena Bouie"] [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Kalizka"] [member="Coci Sinopi"] [member="Anders Sivas"] [member="Kana Truden"] @Everyone else

Cilara had noticed the invitation to training rather late and as such missed the first shuttle to the moon, but she managed to catch the second one headed to the beach world. She looked with intrigue as the celestial body came into sight, it was a beautiful marble of various greens and blues which was always nice to see. Even as she was entering through the atmosphere she was still smiling happily on the transport ship.

As the shuttle got closer to the beach, Cilara could see a festival growing in the distance which made her smile grow even bigger as the shuttle landed on the beach. Cilara stepped quietly and looked for a master she could recognize, hoping that she wouldn't distract anybody from their training. Eventually Silara saw Master Shule and she ran up behind him, but he was busy instructing somebody so she just stood there silently waiting for an opportunity to present itself. She held her arms behind her back.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

"Just a note to everyone," said Shule. "Don't assume that you'll be able to break armor. You're breaking coconuts. It takes a Master to use Shatterpoint for combat applications, and even then, there's a reason it's rare. I'm teaching you to sense, to feel. I'm not teaching you to destroy."

He turned to [member="Cilara Ventril"]. "Welcome to Kyrikal, Padawan...?"

 

[Kana Truden]

Her eyes followed Master Windspeaker as he crossed the beach. His jumpsuit made her look down at her own and she couldn’t help letting out an ill-timed awkward little laugh. Still, it was good to see not every jedi followed that part of the dressing code. The practicality of the robes were limited when compared to the jumpsuits. Besides that they were also very flappy unlike robes which was just one of many reasons why she preferred anything but robes.

“My name is Kana by the way.” She spoke to [member="Khaleel Malvern"]. “Kana Truden.”

[member="Shule Windspeaker"] continued his demonstration and Kana did little else but listen and learn. Well, at least the listen part. Shatterpoint still felt like a mystery. A small mystery in the ever growing pile of them but at least it was taught by a master who knew what he was talking about. His tips and advice made things easier to understand. Kana never had been one to catch onto things. ‘All in good time’ she used to tell herself. She still did but the opportunities to learn new things had been surprisingly slim lately.

She grabbed herself a new coconut and went back to work.

“I’ll admit it. I’m a slow learner.” Kana inspected the new coconut with both hands. “Master Windspeaker seems to know what he’s speaking of though, maybe this one time I'll get more than the basics down.”

She thrust her hilt at the coconut, again, and found herself knocking it out of her hands, again. With a deep breath she knelt down and picked it up, again. This would definitely take a while... Again.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

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"All right, everyone," said Shule, loud enough for all to hear. He'd moved to a more or less central location on a beach littered with coconut fragments. "I think we've broken enough coconuts for now. We're going to move on to something a little more practical. Just down the beach, there's a little cove where I've arranged for a handful of small motorboats and sailboats, and another instructor. A local named Captain Merrill will be showing us the basics of Force-based instinctive navigation. The learning curve may be a little steep here, just because of the boats, but he tells me it's the best way to learn. Once you've had your fill of coconut, let's meet down there."

He headed for the cove, the opposite way from the nature festival.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

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They'd find a weatherbeaten spacer in the cove, tending a small assortment of boats all tethered to a single dock. If he looked as much at home on the water as he did behind a blockade runner's controls, it was because he had long history with sailing -- on Kothlis, and on a secret world that his wife and kid called home. Shirt off, the Warden of the Sky was revealed to have a full-sleeve tribal tattoo from left wrist to shoulder and collarbone, a marriage mark from a seafaring pre-technological culture. His wife had a matching tat; she wasn't here, and he missed her immensely today.

"Afternoon, folks. I'm Captain Merrill-" Jorus Quentin Merrill, co-creator of the Mara Corridor super-hyperlane, Master of First Knowledge in the last Jedi Council before its dissolution, presumed dead at the Second Battle of Teta. "-and I'll be showing you basic instinctive navigation. How many of you know how to handle a boat? If less than half, we may have to do this with speeder bikes. Or compasses and boots, if you're real homebodies."