Can you fix a Broken Gate? Repaint it? (NJO / Jedi)

[Lysander von Ascania]

Interacting with: Roman Vossari Aris Noble

Caltin Vanagor Azurine Varek Zaiya Ceti Caelan Valoren Aiden Porte Raphael Gallustrade Ryana mina

Roman’s reaction wasn’t lost on him, and did cause the corner of his mouth to curl into a smirk. He didn’t think the boy was tired or fatigued, so it had to be something else. He watched them closely as the drills continued, quick to notice that the Padawan he just invited moved incredibly well, even while defending. His skill did look beyond his years.

Lysander appeared frozen in time as Master Caltin spoke, his eyes shifting slightly to stare at the active Holocron. Something about it was just as intriguing to him as this current lesson. He felt he should sit out longer, though, as Aris also needed an opportunity to practice the offensive aspect of the velocities.

Still, he began to feel self conscious about not participating more. Worried that it might be obvious to others, he then put on the determined expression he could.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x
Interacting with: Azurine Varek

Zaiya flushed under the compliment that she could give an impressive strike if she worked on it. That made her feel good. If she kept up on it and trained, she could provide Aris a run for his credits.

Either way, there were many things Azzie was also thinking about -- her expression told the Lovalla there was more, even though her mental shields protected the empath from sensing it.

For now though, the Lovalla's attention was on the older Iridonian girl's movements. Every step and motion of her body. Zaiya could sense better than most when it came to that aspect, so she could see the ebb and flow of the Force as it funneled through bodies and around them. One of the reasons why the young Padawan had been more adept at learning healing techniques and support methods to assist the more martially inclined peers.

She did her best to keep her mind clear and simply be.

Focus on what is in front of you, Zaiya told herself, a shimmer of determination whipping through her mottled spots and stripes in a dark orange hue flecked with glowing cobalt glints.

The strike came and Zaiya focused on attempting to parry the strike, so that it wouldn't hit her. This time, Zaiya used the soft to solid method a bit more balanced to ensure she wouldn't bruise herself. Even if Azzie was holding back, Zaiya's species were still not made to take heavy strikes.

 

[Roman Vossari]

Shadow Temple | Sparring Arena​

Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Lysander von Ascania | Aris Noble

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Roman slipped past Aris, the taller Padawan easily deflecting his attack with a practiced grace that was both impressive and frustrating. Roman turned to look at Aris, his smile now gone, replaced by a focus that mirrored the Padawan's own intensity. This was a welcomed challenge he craved. He wanted to best this formidable Padawan, to prove that while not as naturally gifted, he was more than capable.

As he moved to attack once more, the familiar tone of Master Caltin echoed through the training grounds, One more round. Roman glanced over at Lysander, who seemed a little hesitant to participate. Roman didn't mind. Even though Aris still needed the opportunity to attack, to test his own understanding of Broken Gate, Roman launched himself in again, this time at a quick pace. He aimed to disrupt Aris's rhythm, to take him off guard, to get the upper hand. This time, he would push to see what Aris could really do.

 

[Aris Noble]

Aris settled himself, prepared to launch into his own attack, as it was his turn. To his surprise though? Roman stepped forward instead, striking out. The boy's brow furrowed some as he caught the first strike on the chin. He didn't seem to react to it, more than a narrowing of his eyes, before Aris broke the system entirely. The idea was to swap between offence and defense, but if Roman was going to break that, then, so was Aris.

He dipped aside from one of the strikes before bringing his own right up in a fluid strike. Deflect, breathe, strike.

Roman Vossari | Lysander von Ascania

 

[Aiden Porte]

Tags: Caelan Valoren


Repetition, repetition....

Continue until it became just muscle memory. The slow paced had ceased and they moved at a faster pace. Aiden surprisingly was able to move in pretty good form. He did his best to make sure that he did not break form, he didn't want to sacrifice correct posture and such just to be able to move at a faster pace. So there was a few time that Caelan had gotten the best of Aiden.

Caltin Vanagor then changed things up. Same as before however with different movements and obviously do not let the opponent know what was going to be done this time. The Jedi Padawan took a deep breath as he prepared to advance. And he moved forward towards Caelan, a swift strike towards his center chest followed by and strike from the side with his other hand.

 

[Caelan Valoren]

ATTIRE: Link
TAGS: Caltin Vanagor | Aiden Porte

Do it again and again. Rinse and repeat. That was the way of training. It was something he was used to, considering he'd been training with Azurine Varek for a while now. Learning one martial art made it easier to learn another, he felt. Which wasn't a bad thing. His ultimate goal was to be capable of handling any potential situation that he encountered. This training was only making it easier for him to do that.

Aiden came at him with a center mass strike, but Caelan sidestepped and brought his arm up to counter the other arm swinging in from the right, blocking it in a way that would shed the strike off harmlessly. This allowed him to step forward and use the fulness of his arm to strike at Aiden's upper chest, just below the neck, with the intent of throwing him backwards onto the mat below. Simple clothesline. Not quite what Caltin had taught them, but it followed the basic principles.

 

[Azurine Varek]

Like The Rolling Waves

Outfit: Clothing | Robe | Right Arm | Glove
Weapons: Fists/The Force

Azurine's grin only got wider, with Zaiya managing to divert the strike. Whether or not she was holding back and whether or not it was just a practice and not a full-on spar, she was happy to see the younger clearly get the hang of it. She wasn't just getting the hang of it—she was getting into it as well.

"Hell yeah, that's the spirit!" She laughed, excited to celebrate the others' success. She could tell that Zaiya was naturally more frail than others, and she assumed by her reactions earlier that it was a source of self-consciousness for her. She deserved genuine encouragement, and Azzie was absolutely willing to provide it.

Her attention was brought over to Caltin Vanagor when he said to switch things up a bit and gave a swift nod. However, before she could put her full attention to it, she found herself stopping as her own curiosity got the better of her. "Excuse me, Master Vanagor, I know you said to wait for questions, and I don't expect you to answer right now, but I'm pretty curious about why you used a lightsaber in one of your initial demonstrations. I thought this was hand to hand, so was that a different form of Broken Gate?"

Azzie figured that he would get to her query when he felt like it, and she had no intention to press it, only to show her interest and desire for an answer. She also expected to get a bit of a reproach for asking without the floor being open for questions, but she'd cross that bridge when she got there.

It was her turn to take the hit, after all. So, she turned back to Zaiya. "Sorry, I needed to ask before wondering about it drove me nuts." She joked and began to prepare herself. She knew what Zaiya could be capable of if she tried, and now that the instructions were shifted, she was ready to see if she could apply the fluidness of the deflection in a less contained way. "You heard the old man. Hit me with a challenge!" She said, giving a quick two-finger salute and going back to her preparations for the block.

Zaiya Ceti | Caltin Vanagor​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Roman Vossari Aris Noble

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Braze perked up, his gaze locking onto Roman Vossari and Aris Noble as the energy in their sets shifted. What had started as drills seemed ready to escalate into a full-on spar, threatening to break well beyond the intended scope of the exercise. He didn't speak or draw attention to himself in the moment; instead, he reacted as he reached out, attempting a delicate use of telekinesis to separate them both. The Force was intended to wrap around each of them, just enough to pull them apart a few feet back for a moment and set them both on their feet—an effort to preemptively cool the intensity before it escalated any further.

"Whoa, whoa, save the fireworks for later, you two. We're supposed to be doing drills for the velocities, not auditioning for the next action holovid."

Braze chirped trying to make light of the situation.​

 

[Roman Vossari]

Shadow Temple | Sparring Arena​

Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Lysander von Ascania | Aris Noble | Braze

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A small grin tugged at the corner of Roman's lips as his fist connected with Aris's chin. To Roman's frustration, the younger Padawan hardly seemed fazed by the impact, as if his face was made of some unyielding material. Roman held his stance, watching Aris's contemplative response, but he wasn't about to let the towering Padawan gather his strength for another attack. He lunged forward again, pouring all his strength into another strike, only to watch Aris effortlessly slip aside, leaving Roman off-balance. In a swift, fluid motion, Aris countered, his right fist connecting with Roman's right eye as he stumbled to the ground, landing face-up.

Roman lay there for a moment, the sharp pain registering in his head as he processed the weight of Aris's strike. Those hands felt like stone against his flesh.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Roman sprang to his feet, a mixture of embarrassment and frustration bubbling within him. He returned to a fighting stance, hands clenched, daring Aris to make another move. But before the tension could escalate further, a gentle tug in the Force sent him stumbling back a few feet. Braze's voice, chastising yet lighthearted, implying that perhaps Roman had pushed things a bit too far.

Roman straightened his shirt, before muttering to Aris, "Another time then, huh?" He then turned towards Lysander, crossing his arms as he glanced over at Braze. "My apologies," Roman said, "Why don't you get a round in?" He gestured towards Aris, suggesting that Lysander should take his place in the exercise. A flicker of competitiveness remained, but Roman knew when to concede, at least for now. The desire to prove himself was still burning, but he would find another opportunity, another chance to test his skill against Aris's impressive strength and ability.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x
Interacting with: Azurine Varek

Zaiya brushed the stray, colorful bang away from her face while she waited for Azurine to finish her conversation with Master Vanagor. In the meantime, she took the time to focus on how she would respond and attack back. Last time, she had used a bit too much power, so now she was strategizing to balance that out by enhancing her punch with the Force while ensuring she maintained soft-to-solid in place so she wouldn't break her wrist or her fingers attacking.

However, she couldn't help but get a bit distracted when she saw Braze cut in between Aris Noble 's and Roman Vossari 's fight, telling them to tone it back a bit. Curiosity sparks through her mottled spots and patterns in a kaleidoscopic display of a shift in colors.

Oh, were they trying to have a real spar? Likely so, considering how Zaiya was able to pick up the subtle differences in Aris's expression. He wasn't one to back down from a challenge, especially if Roman was doing his best to try and see what Aris could do.

Ooo, be careful, Zaiya thought to herself, although more for Roman's sake than Aris. Well, at least if Roman could take it, Aris would have someone else to fight with.

By then, however, Azzie had returned, and the Iridonian had challenged the Lovalla Padawan to hit her with what she had. A shimmer of determination would lance through the Lovalla, flashing a jolt of dark orange flecked with glowing cobalt effects.

"Alright!" Zaiya piped up, lifting her chin. Right. It was time. Breathe. Balance. Strike.

The teenager moved, balancing lightly on her feet before striking forward to attempt to bring up and strike at Azzie, doing her best to try and balance the force of the strike as she used the Force.

 

[Aris Noble]

Aris steadied himself, fully prepared for this to be a full on spar now. Only to find himself sliding back. He blinked slowly before he realized what exactly had happened. Heard it, actually, as Braze spoke up. His expression stilled before he gave a nod to Braze, then glanced to Roman. This wasn't the place to spar. A slight look of embarrassment formed before he nodded once to the red head boy.

Another time indeed.

He turned to Lysander then, giving them a similar nod. It'd be best that they worked on the drill together, right?

Lysander von Ascania | Braze | Roman Vossari

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Interacting with: Roman Vossari Aris Noble

The tension between Roman and the other young boy in their group seemed to spike in an instant. Despite the slight inappropriateness of the situation, Lysander could not deny the excitement he felt at the small spectacle taking place before him. But before things could get out of control, the Padawan with the cast flexed his own strength, easily separating the two with a flick of telekinetic skills, surely a small glimpse of the power within him.

Accepting the invitation, he stepped forward and also returned the nod to Aris.

His eagerness was palpable; he had been waiting for another chance to prove his abilities. It was also a chance to not be seen just standing around. "Looks like everyone is warmed up and actually ready for me now," Lysander stated, a playful smile appearing on his face, though he couldn't deny the feeling he might very well end up as the practice dummy if the same energy returned. But hopefully a small jest could keep the tension down.

The adrenaline began to feel like a double-edged sword, increasing his focus, but also making him a little jittery. It was anything but a reassuring feeling. He further concentrated so he might be able to stay alert and ready. Bending his knees slightly, he shifted into a defensive stance while maintaining steady breaths.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

LOCATION: Shadow Temple - Sparring Arena | OBJECTIVE: Broken Gate | POST #: 6
TAG (ALLIES) : Zaiya Ceti | Aris Noble | Ryana mina | Lysander von Ascania | Azurine Varek | @Roman Vossari | Caelan Valoren | Braze | Aiden Porte | Raphael Gallustrade

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“Ice Cream” was stopping him again. Another question.

Oh… okay!

Actually, I’m glad you stopped me on that. It has nothing to do with Broken Gate, I just wanted to see who was paying attention and would work up the courage to ask me about it.

Walking back into the center of the arena and pressing a few buttons on his gauntlet, Caltin waited for the back (previously unseen) door open and several Training Droids walked out in formation and stopped. Only one continued all the way to the center. He made a few adjustments on the droid itself before getting everyone’s attention.

Alright, eyes on me. It’s good to see that you are all getting it. Now we are going to focus on the definitive aspect of Broken Gate. Pay close attention to the droid and watch how it moves. Pay close attention to your own movements as well.

”Joint Locking” is where you take an opponent’s appendage and extend or “lock” it into its most extended range. The droid attacked him, no warning at all, he sidestepped, taking the left arm, spinning around using the droid’s momentum against it. Before long, Caltin had the arm of the droid in a submission type move pinned behind its back.

From here, you could easily break an arm, an elbow, or a shoulder in all different areas with a simple “push” if you wished. Pushing forward and “Snapping” the arm, he demonstrated with a smirk. Not that I endorse this… always give them the chance to yield first, but if you are left with no choice… you have no choice… In another move, he was “face to face” with the droid and grabbed around them at the arm and pulled it upward in a similar move.

Getting up, the droid seemed to be alright almost immediately. Don’t worry about breaking these droids, they’re built for this… now… arms are not the only manipulations. The legs are capable as well. Pay attention.

The droid went to kick at him, but the big man caught the foot and dropped to the ground, pulling the huge training droid down as well. He managed to hook the heel of the droid’s foot and roll over, pulling until a “click” signifying a broken appendage. Getting up, satisfied to have shown what he knew (at least what they could learn without overwhelming them at the moment), Caltin again addressed everyone.

Alright. As always, remember. The most important weapon you have as a Jedi is your mind. Use it first. Assess whether your opponent will stand down, whether you can simply talk to them. There is also of course your lightsaber, a Jedi’s weapon. However if you are unarmed (which you never truly are) this will one day help save your life. He acknowledged everyone in the room waiting for someone to ask about using the Force. After all, the Force was not a “weapon”.

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[Ryana mina]

Tag Caltin Vanagor

Ryana walked up when caltin asked everyone to pay attention and watched and listened as caltin whent through the motions and explained what was happening she was intrigued by what he had to say and teach as he whent through his lessons and explanations she knew broken gate would be something she would fail at but she would try and continue at.

 

[Roman Vossari]

Shadow Temple | Sparring Arena​

Lightsaber: X | Talisman: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Lysander von Ascania | Aris Noble | Braze

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Roman shifted his gaze away from the velocities between Lysander and Aris. His attention was drawn to the imposing figure of Caltin in the center of the arena, a flurry of motion and instruction surrounding him. The Jedi Master's demonstration of "Joint Locking" was new and captivating. Caltin's fluid movements, his effortless control over the hulking training droid, filled Roman with a sense of both awe and determination. He tried to absorb every detail, every subtle shift in posture and application of force, committing the lessons to memory.

Once Caltin concluded his instruction, a training droid lumbered towards Roman, a perfect opportunity to test his newfound knowledge. He faced the bulky machine, its imposing stature a welcome challenge. With a deep breath, Roman attempted to replicate the moves Caltin had so expertly demonstrated. Joint locking, spinning, and manipulating the droid's limbs felt awkward at first, a stark contrast to the graceful fluidity of the Jedi Master. Yet, he persisted, each failed attempt a lesson learned.

A sudden thought struck him, and he called out to Lysander, his voice echoing across the arena. "How's it going over there?" He hadn't bothered to check their progress on the velocity exercises, partially acknowledging his own contribution to their delay. However, he anticipated that both Lysander and Aris would soon be tackling the same type of droid.

 

[Azurine Varek]

Like The Rolling Waves

Outfit: Clothing | Robe | Right Arm | Glove
Weapons: Fists/The Force

Azzie raised an eyebrow as Zaiya's attention was caught to the side. She didn't necessarily have the chance to ask, her questions being asked the moment she looked over to see Roman Vossari flat on his back and staring upward—his aura spiking pretty heavily with his daze from the punch he clearly just took—and Aris Noble standing over him with Braze entering into the fray to hopefully keep the situation at bay. Though she chuckled at the two of them deciding to make the lesson into a pissing contest to test each other's ability or resolve, she definitely cringed knowing how a hit from Aris could bruise even her tough and resistant body.

He took that strike straight to the head, too. She was surprised he managed to get back up and keep going. He was either extremely resilient or Aris had been holding back. Probably a mixture of both. As far as she knew, she had been one of the few among the group, alongside Ayhan , to be able to take Aris's hits full force—and currently the only one to manage to actually beat him—so she wasn't necessarily surprised.

"Ooo, that's gonna hurt like a blasters kiss later..." She muttered under her breath, just loud enough for Zaiya to hear it and hopefully pull a little chuckle from the other alongside her own.

With the interruption out of the way, they both put their focus back on the lesson. Azzie took a long, deep breath, her purple gaze focused completely on Zaiya. Before she had the chance to do anything, her battle precognition visions took over for her to show her exactly where the strike would land. The difficult part was using that to counter using these different techniques rather than defaulting to what she knew. It certainly made her slower in her reaction time. Had she been one millisecond slower, she might have been knocked backward.

Intention. Breath. Connection.

Her hands moved as she sidestepped, one grabbing onto Zaiya's shoulder and the other onto her elbow to lock the arm in place, countering to bring what was left of the others momentum to swing her to the side. She stopped quickly, though, using her leg to make sure the younger padawan wouldn't hit the ground if she wasn't prepared to do so, or at least soften the fall if the force was too much to stop.

Zaiya did exactly what she'd asked for—given her a challenge—and her quick breathing was proof enough of that alongside her grin as she moved to either help steady her or pick her up from the ground. "You're going to be one hell of an opponent one day, Feathers. I almost feel sorry for those Imps that get stuck on your path." She used the word not as an insult but as a playful endearment in the same way she referred to Aris as Hotshot or Caelan as Lion Cub. Of course, if she was genuinely offended, then she wouldn't use it again.

A bit of pride went through her eyes, though, when Master Vanagor basically complimented her guts to ask what she had. He then called forward some training bots, but she turned quickly back to Zaiya.

"Do you want me to go at you one more time so that we're even on the back and forth, or do you want to take on the bots?" She asked, leaving the decision up to her. She didn't want to leave the other without any of the practice if she wanted it, but she didn't want to push her if she was ready to move on.

Zaiya Ceti​

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Azurine Varek

Azurine at least made sure Zaiya didn't hit the mat hard, but Lovalla also had plenty of practice with falls. Zaiya hit the mat with a controlled thud, rolling onto her side and springing back up with the kind of energy that said she wasn't the least bit fazed. Braze 's teachings had stuck -- landing properly was half the battle. She blew a puff of air upward, sending her bangs flying away from her face, and grinned at Azurine. Her skin rippled with a playful teal that deepened into bright, rosy gold as she caught her breath.

"Feathers?" she asked, arching a brow, her tone caught somewhere between amusement and curiosity. She didn't seem offended. The glow of her golden tones brightened as if someone had turned up her inner light. "As long as you don't start calling me Fledgling."

Zaiya came to her feet, the Lovalla already brushing herself off. She felt a thrill of pride at the compliment, but she knew there was still work to do. Every stumble, every fall -- it all added up. She was learning. That was the point, right?

Zaiya's gaze darted between Azurine and the bots, her spots swirling in a blend of eager green and steady gold. She bent her knees slightly, slipping into her combat stance, and flashed Azurine a mischievous grin.

"One more," she said firmly, bouncing a little on the balls of her feet. "Then I'll take on the bots. I've got to keep you on your toes before they get their turn."

 

[Azurine Varek]

Like The Rolling Waves

Outfit: Clothing | Robe | Right Arm | Glove
Weapons: Fists/The Force

"Feathers? As long as you don't start calling me Fledgling."

Azurine laughed, giving a quick thumbs up. "I can see why he likes you." She teased, though there was a genuine grin on her face. It was probably one of the best compliments she could bestow, given how she looked at Aris Noble like the little brother she never had but always wanted. Zaiya was clearly kind and caring, someone with a gentle hand, but she had the spunk to handle her teasing—even give it right back to her—and the drive to learn everything she could to push her limits. It was extremely admirable. Aris was so much like herself in that they both needed someone with a gentle touch and an anchoring kindness that could keep them tethered. He would be a fool to let something like that just walk right by.

The thought brought a bit of bittersweet pain stinging through her mind for only a moment, being reminded of feelings she wished she never had the misfortune to deal with. Whether or not it would be Zaiya or someone else, she was firm in that belief, though. They were still young, and so much could happen in the coming years, but she could honestly say Zayia had her seal of approval. At least for now.

"Alright, then!" Azzie nodded, moving back to a spot on the mat further back. "I'm gonna challenge you, so use whatever tactic you think you should to help you with the techniques." Her warning still held her excitement as well as her confidence that Zaiya could handle this. She wouldn't go full force, not yet, but she would push her.

She waited only for a moment to allow the younger padawan to catch her breath and prepare before launching herself forward with a bit of speed. Originally, she looked like she was aiming for the left side, but she shifted her position—not nearly as last minute as she would have in an actual fight, but just enough to allow Zaiya an opportunity to try to counter something less predictable—to aim for the left shoulder.

I believe in you, Feathers! You got this!

Zaiya Ceti​

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x
Interacting with: Azurine Varek

Zaiya blinked, her brows furrowing as Azurine's earlier comment lingered in her mind. No wonder he likes you.

What? Who? Why? A dazzle of soft dove greys rippled across her cheeks in reflexive confusion before she shook her head quickly. She didn't have time to unravel whatever Azzie had meant by that now.

THe Lovalla Padawan refocused, her expression hardening into one of determination. The swirling greys faded, replaced by a ripple of vibrant gold that spread across her skin.

The Iridonian padawan was faster and more experienced, but Zaiya had learned a lot from various Masters along with the other Padawans she sparred with in their recent sessions. She had been determined to be the best KNight possible. Zaiya squared her shoulders, ready for whatever Azzie had planned. This was her chance to put it to the test.

Zaiya adjusted her footing, finding balance as she centered herself. She could feel her heartbeat steadying, her awareness sharpening. She would need every ounce of focus to keep up with Azurine.

The moment was brief -- just enough to breathe -- but then Azzie sprang forward, her speed impressive but not overwhelming. Zaiya's eyes tracked her carefully. At first, it looked like Azzie was aiming for her left side, and Zaiya started to shift in that direction.

No -- wait.

Azzie adjusted, her weight shifting subtly as she aimed for Zaiya's left shoulder instead. It wasn't a full feint, but it was enough to make the move less predictable.

Drawing on her training, Zaiya pivoted, keeping her center low and stable. Her left arm moved up to block the strike, but instead of absorbing the impact, she let her momentum carry her to the side, redirecting Azzie's energy and using it to create an opening.

Her right hand moved quickly, a strike aimed toward Azzie's midsection -- not to land, but to force her opponent to retreat or adjust her position.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

LOCATION: Shadow Temple - Sparring Arena | OBJECTIVE: Broken Gate | POST #: 7
TAG (ALLIES) : Zaiya Ceti | Aris Noble | Ryana mina | Lysander von Ascania | Azurine Varek | @Roman Vossari | Caelan Valoren | Braze | Aiden Porte | Raphael Gallustrade

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When having seen pretty much all he needed to see, Caltin was satisfied that all he could teach them (right now) was absorbed, collected, and accepted by those willing to learn.

Alright everyone, great work. Continue with your practices for a few more rounds, and we will call it a day. “Pride” is not something a Jedi should shoot for, heh, but you all should take heart in knowing that you have taken well to this. I only hope what I have taught you will indeed never need to be used, but if it does, it helps save your life..

Walking back the side of the arena and pressing a few buttons on his gauntlet, Caltin waas one by one many of those in attendance were slowly leaving, having completed their lessons. Training Droids were now re-tasked with “cleaning up”, those who were not still sparring at least.

Gesturing to Braze , Aris Noble , and Azurine Varek , he nodded.

When you are ready, I have one final thing to show you. Again, he activated the holocron from before. He was in no rush.

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