Public [Coruscant: Jedi Temple - Training of the Body and Mind]

[Mya Windu]

The sun shone through into a gigantic room, a training facility within the Jedi Temple. Sitting surrounded by more than a dozen training droids; which floated whimsically around a lone figure. A female, quite beautiful almost serene in her tranquility and calmness. This was Mya Windu, descended from legendary Jedi Master of the same surname. Mace. She sat on both knees hands on her thighs. She had a republic guardsmen in full armor watching; ready for her to give the signal for the droids to commence and begin. However, she wasn't quite ready yet.

"Uh...Miss Windu?" the guard chimed from under his helmet, his voice almost mechanic in nature due to his helmet.

With only a small smile, a grin in fact in reply she would say.
"Not just yet."

For now she was one with the Force. Feeling every time a training droid; round in nature moved and altered the air around her. The Force practically vibrated through her body each time one moved or altered it's position in the slightest.

"Hmmm". He would say intrigued as he continued to watch her. It had been five minutes of them just swirling and floating about slowly. Perhaps he was growing bored or anxious.

"Now."

With a click of the activation remote within his hand; the droids would open fire simultaneously as she'd requested they be set. A fan of a spray unleashed all at once towards her; circular in nature from all directions. Time seemed to slow as she rose from the floor at a blur; her saber roared to life instantly in a blaze and blur of violet; flipping and delivering a singular spiraling sweep mid-air. Several bolts, sparked off of her saber as she spun into the air, the rest of the bolts missing her and hitting walls as she'd predicted their position through the force. As she hit the ground in a Soresu stance; she would spin and without looking deflect one of the bolts behind her with a simple solid extension of her wrist. The purple of her saber would hum again as three of the droids made a passing run, almost falling into flight formation. Mimicing their movement easily, she moved herself through the force slightly ahead of their path; spinning her saber as she went both for looseness and for style.

Using the force as she moved, her speed blurring so much that she seemed just a tan streak moving through the circular room; the dummies would seemingly be firing at a circular moving pendulum or yo-yo. Like a hand on a clock she moved in a circle as the trail of sparks following her would gain momentum as the droids locked in. Sliding to a halt all at once she would deliver a smashing counter attack in the Vapaad style; swinging upwards and throwing her body into the strike as all THREE bolts would hit her saber simultaneously; aimed at such an angle that all three training droids perusing her would be struck and spark flying into the walls with such force that the guardsmen watching would yell out in encouragement.

"BRILLIANT!" he would say as the final four droids would hover in front of her dangerously. Spreading into a square all around her, they seemed to almost electrify as they would begin trying to ram her. Zooming and fizzing loudly at her the first one she met head on, turning her saber into a Soresu block and letting it hit her, the impact slid her back a bit as another was approaching behind. Reaching a hand out in the force she would stop it just before it hit her; simultaneously holding another at bay with her lightsbaer; it glowed violently as she did so. The remaining two took this opportunity to charge her. Grinning to herself at this predictable maneuver, she would wait until the last moment and leap high into the air; releasing both restrained droids; one from the force and one from her lightsaber.

The result was a four way CRASH between all four droids as she leaned backward away from the destruction. Landing with a flourish of her saber; a hiss in the air to go along with it as she switched off her lightsaber. It's purple glow ceasing upon her face and robes.

"Well made, Jedi!" as she looked back a bit of sweat forming on her features, a crowd had gathered as several other knights; some Padawan's and even a few Youngling's had joined her in the Training Tower. A small applause echoed throughout the room as she smiled to herself. Remembering her Togruta master; as the male figure would appear before her almost through a light silhouette, a grin was all she got from the brief vision as she would snap back to reality.

Moving to the disabled and dismembered droids; she would put her lightsaber in it's holster on her high right thigh; and reach out to the machines.
Pain. Ouch. Wow. Disabled.
The words flew through her mind and through her emotions as she would reach back to them.
Be Calm. You're going to be repaired. Optimal functionality imminent.
She would say this to the actual machines themselves.

Opening her hands, she actually began to reconstruct the many downed droids as she would float a few. This part moving here or there, wires unnaturally whipping about. The very steel itself seemed to nearly be cleaned. The sparks from the destroyed droids would cease as parts moved back into their natural place. Slipping further into the force her eyes would close as every droid itself would whirl about her fixing itself; beeping and clicking as sensors came back online and light displays returned to prime functionality. At once, she would cease as all the droids would float harmoniously; fully repaired to their extent as she would open her eyes and lower her hands. A few shocked glances around the room would be shown as the voices of Younglings cheering her on and a few rushing up to her asking how she did that so precisely; other's just declared she was awesome.

Allowing herself a small smile she would bow to the younglings and playfully float a droid in front of them; raising it's blasters at them a few of them leapt back in shock and surprise but one actually raised his vibroblade and leaped at it; striking it as it bounced off the floor and swirled on the ground. A few master's laughed as did Mya herself as she nodded with a "serves it right" type of look at the Youngling.

She would then nod to the Guardsmen who'd been accompanying her as he would take his leave. The rose colored walls and marble floors were beginning to full shine as noon fast approached. She decided it was time for some stretches after saber training; as per her usual routine. Later there would be form training if all went well; she still wanted to begin Makashi if she could; a task she'd been putting off for a long time.
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[Nyla Sallaros]

Jedi Temple Training Grounds

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For what felt like the thousandth time she was ushered out of her meditation by the sound of voices filling the halls. Children exclaiming there excitement for their experiences, youth discussing missions and idle banter that occupied their days and even the voices of masters carrying on the air of modest authority and other muted emotion. They were all familiar to her, mingling amidst the various emotions and thoughts she held within her own being, and yet unfamiliar due in part to her mind drifting between the past and the present. It was this reasoning that she gave when questioned on her necessity for constant meditation.

On this day, while she held little reasoning beyond a sense of feeling cooped up and stone-like, she felt the desire to visit the training grounds. A place where she could view the youth on the cusp of becoming padawans, the padawans preparing for their trials of knighthood and knights honing their skills for a plethora of reasons. If she were lucky, of course in the sense that luck be considered a construct of the mind, she would even be fortunate enough to witness the training of masters for the visual education of their younger peers.

It took her some time to traverse the various halls of the temple as she made her way to the training grounds, but upon her arrival she found her attention drawn to one room in particular that was filled with the sounds of rattling mechanical parts. A low hum in the Force told her that an individual within the room was using the Force, rather adeptly, to reconstitute the droids within the chamber rather than having them cleared from the room. She could not remember the last time she had encountered a master, let alone a knight, who held a preference, or an affinity, for such uses of the Force.

Due primarily to her understanding that most practical applications were much darker than most Jedi exercised.

Even still she slipped into the room and made herself comfortable standing by the entrance to watch as the woman before her rebuilt, and even cleaned, the droids with her application of the Force. The urge to smile tugged at Nyla's face, though it did not come, and a wave of intrigue washed over her as she contemplated whether or not she had ever considered using such an ability in all her years. The question of whether she could remember such a thing an itch in the back of her brain that she quelled in order to quiet her mind.

As the spectacle ended, a nod exchanged to the guardsman in the room, she watched in silence as the man exited the chamber and only then made her way forward towards the makeshift ring at the center of the chamber; her eyes fixed rather curiously on the young woman.

"While I understand the necessity to proceed through the physical motions after a combat exercise, I would advise taking time to center ones mind before loosening the body." She breathed calmly and quietly as she shrugged off her outer robes and laid them upon one of the various benches that were placed within the chamber. As she did so she crisply and gracefully strode forward a few paces and stopped where the room felt it's hottest. "I often find that my mind is at it's greatest unrest when it is cast between flux and flow, strain and ease. The body and the mind perform best when they are at peace with one another, though I would be unwise to assume that you do not already understand the fundamentals of that advice."

As she finished her sentence she turned ever so slightly, with a tilt of her head towards the woman, and raised her brow as means of the only conveyance of the intrigue she had been harboring.

Mya Windu ​

 

[Mya Windu]

Her legs were stretched in a semi-lunge as she begun to freely flow her arms; imagining herself swimming through the force as she expanded her mind and felt it flow around her. Her fingertips almost caressing it as she gracefully moved, step by step; slightly always keeping herself in motion. A spin her, a knee bend there. She felt herself getting fluid and limber just as a presence in the force spiked in her mind. Acutely; she would turn and face an approaching voice. She would stand at full attention, placing her hands behind her back and listening intently.

"Thoughtful, Master. Indeed, I may be rushing right into stretching while my mind and body beat at a thousand clicks per minute." a friendly smile crossed her visage as she continued listening. The woman would throw her over robes off as she would approach. "Though often it's easier for me to continue with training when I'm at the height of exertion and adrenaline. Sometimes...like a river that can't be contained. Raging for more, for perfection even." her grin would fade as she looked a bit more serious. "At times when I meditate, thoughts of action instead of stillness find me."

With that, she would remain somewhat silent and avert her gaze slightly. The everflowing traffic flying by outside of the windows of the Temple, she kept her eyes looking through the transparasteel and at it for a moment. It was somewhat calming her.

"Mya Windu, Master. A pleasure, I don't believe we've formally met." she would nod slightly in acknowledgement. As 'one of the most powerful telepaths her Master had ever met' she reached out slightly through the force gazing upon her as her brow furrowed curiously.
Peace. Curiosity. Intent on discovery.
As if the woman across from her was reading her. These thoughts also were surface, and she'd waded through a powerful presence in the Force; even though the woman's guard was down.

Motioning towards the floor with a hand she would enter a meditation position.

"Perhaps, you could guide me? If we....link our thoughts for a moment or two, perhaps you could direct me." she offered. Although her mind was a raging storm of the need to be perfect and flawless, never admitting her faults and shame at her mistakes; this was her senior; a Jedi Master. Taking up a position, cross-legged she would smile slightly and wait for her to join. When and if she did; she would open her mind in the Force and crash into hers like a storm. Sharing visions of her past; of her disobedience and willingness to do things her way; skating along the rules as best she could as a Padawan and even..into Knighthood. She showed her self control as well, and willingness now to admit her faults and most of all correct them. Although...something darker lurked. Her use of Vapaad had her intruiged as to how many ways one could use the Dark Side to in fact, destroy the Dark Side. She had already mastered three forms of Lightsaber combat, Niman, Ataru, her ancestral Vapaad; which she was most proud. Her ancestor had after all been stricken down by two Sith Lords; she refused to ever face the same fate and wanted herself fully armed against the treachery of the Dark Side.

Nyla Sallaros Raphael Gallustrade​

 

[Raphael Gallustrade]

It hadn't been long since Tython.

He felt like he was wandering aimlessly, these days and didn't know quite how to fix that. He'd thrown himself back into blaster rifle; fixing things always made the world seem so simple, after all.

That wasn't helping, though. While it was coming along fine, and his competence with moving meditation still strong, he felt... He didn't know quite how to put it, lost? That wasn't entirely accurate or innacurate and it was the limbo of the thought that bothered him, as he stalked the halls of the Temple that day. Sometimes he wondered what Adeline had done to him, or if she'd done anything and if what had occurred was that he just didn't believe as strongly as he once had.

It was too easy to put all the blame on her, however; he had to take responsibility for the fact that he'd done it even to survive, that he agreed just to live. He needed to be better. Find a way to...not make himself better, but to reforge the light within himself, to find a new way to be strong, even when he had to face her again.

She'd gotten so much stronger. The two of them had taken such a similar path, the difference was in what they'd gained. Both he and her had become far more powerful from their interaction with nexi. Him immersing himself within the serenity of the Force at both Qi-Ko and Ambria and then again at Tython. Yet it was like a great storm rested within him, or a beast. It was untempered and untrained. Had Adeline had the opportunity, back in Rimward space... well, he didn't want too think about what she could've done to him.

Still he felt like a good way to get himself honed, was to get back into his training, which is why he found himself drawn to a peculiar room. There were already two people here, though, which felt odd, andn he almost felt like he'd come at the end of a conversation... or perhaps the beginning of one. He didn't want to interrupt, though. He walked in, bowed his head, respectfully and sat down. It would be interesting to see how this all played out.

Mya Windu Nyla Sallaros

 

[Nyla Sallaros]

Jedi Temple Training Grounds

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Even as she centered herself in the chamber, focusing her mind on the woman across from her while she presented her thoughts, she could tell that this young woman was talented. She had reconstituted multiple droids from scrap following a session, fluidly moved into an exercise of motions and now carried her stance to formulate her composure into the training she was now being offered. Or rather that was being accepted in place of Nyla's own reflection on her ideology regarding the peace of one's own mind.

"We have not, unfortunately, but it is a meeting that seems long overdue. My name is Nyla Sallaros." She returned as she felt a fluctuation in the Force being directed towards her from the woman now seated upon the ground before her. Words and intentions on the surface were being inclined towards her that she understood as surface thoughts and impressions. "I would be a lacking master if I denied you a requested opportunity," she continued as she moved slowly into a seated position across from the woman, resting her hands against her thighs as she slowly calmed her being.

Calming her mind, allowing every tension in her physical and metaphysical center to relax, she was prepared as the wave of tumultuous emotion and memory crashed upon her mental defenses. As a storm against a rocky cliffside the images and feelings culminated and cascaded to and fro from the wall that Nyla naturally brandished within her own mind from hundreds of years of isolation. With a slow breath in and an easy exhale out Nyla welcomed in a margin gradually as she accustomed herself to the torrent that was bombarding her.

Calm your mind. Know your feelings, understand their origins and their purposes. Their origin is their grounding.

Her words were echoed from the core of her mind, her own memories and emotions held tightly behind the walls constituted within her pyche. She knew she could not let her in entirely, could not let her see things no short lived being should know the len
gth and condition of. And so she persevered with the surface of her mind, giving the woman brief glimpses of the woman that she was in the recent years of her time in the galaxy, images of a woman displaced by the time of the galaxy upon returning from a world extragalactic. Of a woman who knew not how to allow others to understand the extent of her own lived experience.

"Welcome," she uttered quietly to the man who had entered the room after their session had begun. "You are free to join us if you so choose, however, I suggest you wait for the tide to ebb."

Mya Windu Raphael Gallustrade​

 

[Mya Windu]

As she felt their consciousness connect to one another, she was amazed by the sheer age of this being across from her. How could it be, she seemed to be a human like her. Time signified itself to her as images of planets and moons shifting; seasons changing, while this very woman stood at the apex of a horizon. Suns and moons rising and dipping off on the horizon.

She heard her loud and clear in the force. As instructed, she would wind her visions down into concrete moments; showing where she had failed, and admitted her faults. A peace took her over, serene even knowing that she could grow and change; even prosper when the right decisions or actions were taken.
A small smile crept upon her face, as she felt a soothing feeling overtake her.
Without opening her eyes; she felt another presence enter the room through the Force. This one....was no Jedi, it was a wild untrained being. They possessed the force, but it ran off of them like splashes from a sink or basin.

While her presence was a contained storm, and the Master's across came to her as a thick waterfall constantly flowing; old and powerful impossibly.

"Hello....Pilot." she said with a small smirk; teasing a bit as her skill with the mental aspects of the Force against such an untrained target allowed her to sift his mind easily. He joined them in her mental realm; piloting a ship that streaked through the psychic plane briefly as she welcomed him psychically without breaking her meditation with Master Sallaros.

Returning her focus to the meditative task at hand. She would attempt to show Master Sallaros that not only was she in control; she was capable of controlling much more; seeking to understand her own abilities as well.

A factory would spring into existence; an assembly line vast in it's productions as each machine and droid that was produced was taken apart telekinetically by her; all varied in nature and build. She would then become almost ethereal within the vision and merge with a starfighter; flying it through the air as it was controlled solely by her own will. She would then rematerialize; but this time it was as if she herself was put together like a droid. Smiling to herself, she attempted to pierce deeper into Master Sallaros' mind.

Smacking into a wall of psychic force power; she pushed harder and began to understand. There was a vast "blank" space within her; one that Mya couldn't understand fully, but it was there. As if she had....skipped something. She also felt a vast wave of knowledge that almost seeped into her; thus was their connection being drawn powerfully by the young Windu through the force. An open book filling pages with wordless stories; only feelings.

Her smile remained on her face as they peacefully meditated, audible hums from distant generators and outside traffic flying all that was heard.

"You're much older than you look. Fascinating, Master. Although a bit curious."

Unashamed of her prying and light teasing with such a Master, she would continue as a constant wind pushing against her psychic wall. Until she would appear floating over a vast ocean psychically; a huge shimmering wall of force before her. Holding up one hand she would close her eyes and attempt to push at it and open it welcomingly with force. It could be considered insolence to attempt this with a senior; especially with her exceptional psychic skill, but it could also be considered curiosity.

She also allowed herself to be shown battling against a mighty Krayt Dragon in a harrowing experience with her former Togruta master, the male wielding a brilliant green lightsaber. Herself holding a shimmering purple crystal in her hands; clasping it with utmost joy and accomplishment as if she wouldn't have settled for anything less than the rare vibrant of the purple blade her legendary ancestor had once wielded with pride. Her injuries and her master's stood side by side as he patted her on the shoulder; she was seen as a younger, shorter Padawan with two buns highly braided upon her hair in this vision. This was not only to show her determination; but her grit as well. However, scenes of her failing seemed to push through as well her frustrations and temper unwillingly showing themselves in flashes of her being angry or snapping at her Master or others, even destroying things with the Force out of rage when she was a Youngling still being instructed by the Tutors at the Academy level. She tried to push these visions out but they seemed to remain for some reason.

Nyla Sallaros Raphael Gallustrade

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[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Following another meeting at the Council Chambers, Valery made her way down the turbolift and walked through the halls. Beyond some personal training, she had no other plans for the rest of the day. Usually, that meant she'd retreat into a training room, or perhaps the archives to read up on something in preparation for an upcoming assignment. This time, she settled on the former, having sensed the presence of others there.

Not wanting to interrupt, Valery quietly stepped into the room and watched the others. The only familiar face was Raphael Gallustrade , who she greeted with a polite smile. The others, she did not know but that meant an opportunity to meet with new Jedi in her Order.

For now, she dipped her head in greeting and waited patiently.

Mya Windu Raphael Gallustrade Nyla Sallaros ​

 

[Aris Noble]

Aris had arrived.

And blinked. He'd come for the training, of course. But as he entered the room he realized that there wasn't a single Padawan in here. Just a lot of adults. And his mom. He blinked in her direction before offering a small wave and a smile. Then looked back to the center of the room. Well, maybe he'd be able to learn some more advanced things, then?

He wasn't against that at least

Valery Noble | Mya Windu | Raphael Gallustrade | Nyla Sallaros

 

[Mya Windu]

Her meditations were interrupted; by a powerful presence in the Force. Overwhelming even. Shattering the psyscape which she and Master Sallaros had been in. Opening her eyes, she would stand from her cross-legged position.
It was none other than Grandmaster Noble. Placing her hands behind her back in respect, she would showcase flawless form and respect. Duty even.

"Master Noble." she would tilt her head in a slight bow. Glancing to her right; she spotted a young padawan. Using her psychic skill and sense; she noted a similarity between him and Master Noble; a connection? Frowning thoughtfully, as this wasn't the norm when sensing a Master of her stature and a learner, she would actually raise an eyebrow at the young man before returning her gaze to the Grandmaster briefly. Deciding to introduce herself, she would cross the room to the Padawan, hands still behind her back.

"And who might you be, Padawan? I am Mya Windu." she said without a smile; her eyes however were warm toward him as she moved her hand in a small greeting gesture. Taking her attention off of the small group now formed, she would move back towards the center of the training room.
Psychically she would activate the training droids once more; an unusual power to control machines with the force, but one she used without a second of reservation.
The training droids would roar to life and surround her as she moved away from the group; preparing for another physical session; her mind now at more at ease than before through Master Sallaros' guidance.

Valery Noble Raphael Gallustrade Nyla Sallaros Aris Noble​

 

[Aris Noble]

"Padawan Aris Noble, Master Mya."

Aris dipped his head respectfully before he stood back a bit more rigidly. These were all Masters and close that, weren't they? He had to be much more proper, especially to avoid embarrassing his mother here. Didn't help he was among the tallest in the room. Was this something his own father had to deal with growing up? Being awkwardly tall among the shorter races despite his young age?

Maybe.

"Are we to participate or..?"

Mya Windu | Valery Noble | Raphael Gallustrade | Nyla Sallaros

 

[Mya Windu]

Smiling in return, to the young Padawan's willingness to participate with her in a training exercise; she finished up a stretch as she eyed him curiously.

"If you feel you can keep up, that is young Padawan." she said this in a challenging tone almost. Smiling as she motioned him forward, she inspected his stature; he was taller than her seemed to have a solid build. "How about an exercise in Soresu?" she mentioned to him. One of her preferred and mastered styles.

Without so much as a control panel or a remote in sight; she would psychically control the droid as she gave it instructions. The droid seeming to understand, floated it's round body across from her hovering in place.
"Soresu, among all the forms requires a clear, and calm mind."

Inhaling deeply, she would close her eyes only briefly before igniting her saber. Whirling it once and dipping into a Soresu stance perfectly at bent knees, a certain ancient Jedi Master would be proud at this moment.
"Sometimes, it isn't about attacking....it's about wearing your opponent down. To the point that they no longer want any conflict; because it's pointless and you are indomitable." she spoke to Ari without looking his way. Her purple saber would hum as she held her stance.

Signaling the droid to Fire psychically. It did so instantly as she without even moving from her position, merely moved her lightsaber with a flick; holding it upward in front of her as the bolt fired. It hit the saber and bounced to the ground harmlessly sparking off of it. Controlling the droid psychically; she asked it to rapid fire through the Force. It did so as it fired at an extreme; impressive rate. Moving a bit now; she would walk in a circle, moving her saber in front of her body at the last moment, at first with one hand and then with two as the droid continued. Spinning in a circle as the droid attempted to circle her; every single blaster bolt was parried as she walked in a tight circle.

Seemingly at random she would whirl her saber behind her back in a Shien movement; a fan of purple for a moment as she spun forward and deflected a bolt right at the droid; knocking it back at high speeds the bolt met it's mark.

"Deciding when to end a conflict is also a strong suit. Letting things get out of hand is after all, the opposite of what a Jedi should do."

Turning off her lightsaber, she would clip it back to her belt as the droid ceased firing after the bolt had hit it, spinning it backward although it still hovered. She would then show him the Soresu form opening stance once more without turning her saber on.

"Don't worry, although there isn't a control panel or activation; the droid is under my control completely. You can trust this." she smiled to him. "Try and block a few barrages if you can." she offered. When he was ready she would signal the droid to open fire at three second intervals. Her hands behind her back as her eyes closed; a psychic link with the droid established.

Test him, surprise him.
She would command the round floating droid as it would hover and move slightly here and there around the Padawan.

Aris Noble Valery Noble Raphael Gallustrade Nyla Sallaros ​

 

[Raphael Gallustrade]

He smiled and nodded to Valery, before seeing another, a young man, tall yet young, enter. He'd felt her entering his mind, though he resisted as best he could. It reminded him too much of... Of her. The sensation of burning, of being set on fire, lashed out at him. A memory. A cruel smile. His mind did his best to shut out the thooughts of her, and tried harder to keep away from those around him.

Admittedly... he didn't know quite what he was, these days. He was a part of the Jedi, but it wasn't like he was necessarily a padawan. He shrugged, internally, but was more than happy to observe, for the time being. He always felt underdressed, compared to most Jedi, but he wore what was not only comfortable, but also practical for him. Still, being called pilot did erk him somewhat.

Still, he watched as the padawan and Jedi began to practice soresu, his eyes studying the movements, looking for gaps, or other openings. Places where he could see that he might improve his own stances and steps he did his best to concentrate.

Valery Noble Aris Noble Nyla Sallaros Mya Windu

 

[Aris Noble]

Soresu.

It was probably the one stance Aris knew he'd have the hardest time after Niman. His father was one of the best in the Order with it, but he hadn't tried to ask for lessons simply because of how he interacted with the Force. Which was he didn't. He couldn't feel the Force around him, and as he watched master Mya handle the droids he just couldn't help but think about all the different things he'd need to manage with such a form.

Aris snapped on his lightsaber regardless. Even if it wasn't a form he'd be able to utilize properly, learning it would help him with his ultimate goal.

The first barrage came, but rather than deflect them he moved. He was fast after all, quicker to react than his peers. No reason to deflect what he could just move out of the way of. It was an easy rhythm to get into. Until it wasn't. Surprise etched his features as he heard the blaster within the droid rev up at a different timing all together. He turned to it, swinging his saber up to knock away the incoming shot before skittering away from the next. So that's how it was going to be, huh?

Valery Noble | Raphael Gallustrade | Mya Windu | Nyla Sallaros

 

[Mya Windu]

Watching intently, she noticed he didn't really summon the force or use it to sense anything around him. Furrowing her brow curiously as she'd opened her eyes to watch. His blue saber coming to life with a bright shine and a hum in the air.
As the droid shot at him, the young whippersnapper, just moved out of the way instead of deflecting the bolt!
Surprised he could move that quickly; she noticed he was actually using Force Speed without really knowing it or trying too. Impressive to say the least. Crossing her arms, she watched as he literally just zipped out of the way of every shot fired at him. When she commanded the droid psychically to test him; she noticed that without a sure rhythm he was forced to block.

"Sometimes you won't have the luxury of movement!" she said as she surrounded him with droids psychically her voice echoing around the training hall; they all hovered around him in a large circle; not too tight. But now they were all around him.
"This time....don't move Padawan. Since you don't seem to like using the force to feel changes in the air, use your other senses and be decisive."

She then commanded the droids to fire randomly; but one at a time for now. One would shoot from behind, then a few moments later, another would shoot from the opposite direction.
"Keep your footwork strong, and tight. One step at a time at the most, the less you move the more powerful you seem to your opponent. Be a durasteel wall in your mind that they can't get through no matter how much they attack or hammer away."

She noticed the man in the corner was able to follow the movements she'd made earlier, and now he seemed to be looking upon them with some form of studiousness. With a small grin in his direction, she kept her arms crossed but looked away. Wondering in fact who this man was. Nodding to him in a welcoming fashion as she returned her gaze to the Padawan in action.



Aris Noble ​

 

[Aris Noble]

Don't move?

Aris blinked before staring right at Mya with a rather surprised and perhaps disbelieving expression. But never let it be said he wasn't up to a challenge. He steadied his grip on his blade, glancing briefly towards the various drones as they floated around him. And briefly to Valery Noble . Right. Mom was watching. Determination took over his bewildered expression as he planted his feet.

He wasn't going to take a step from where he stood.

The faint buzzing of a laser filled his ears shortly after. It was usually too quiet for someone to pick up, but he could. His gaze immediately shifted to the drone as he battered away it's shot. Then the next. And the next. He was fast, reacting to the sound of a blaster being primed than the guidance of the Force. That, and a reaction time that was beyond anything even Jedi had.

That was where his connection to the Force truly resided, after all.

He didn't end up moving, at least on this more basic level of only one shot at a time.

Mya Windu | Valery Noble | Raphael Gallustrade | Nyla Sallaros

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

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LOCATION - Coruscant Jedi Temple (*posts after Tython invasion)

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"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)

Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt

Starship: Spectre, HK-88 (NC-1000 X-wing (Jedi Variant) in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)

Caltin did not plan to be here, then again with his current mindset, planning was not in the cards anyway, but the big man wanted to check and make sure that his son’s responsibilities were being taken care of,, if not, he would do so himself. Of course they were, to which he did not doubt, but maybe there was something else to the “emotion removing” mindset that his wife put him in. Sure, it gave him the edge he had not had for a long time, but it also gave him the ridiculously over-protective nature he used to have at the same time. That is probably why he spent the morning sunrise leaning against one of the spires and watching it with a cup of iced caf.


The Temple Guard was not happy that he was up there, but Caltin did not answer to them, and he would simply accept and own his infraction if he was approached regarding the matter. Either way, it was solitude that often did well for his thoughts, calming and serene the glistening myriad of colors made the canvas of the day to be a bright one.. Climbing down and opening up one of the windows to the northern dojo, Caltin masked his aura as he always had, especially since he knew that several were below him. Jumping across and walking the rafters, he saw two faces he did not recognize, but three that he did.

Opening his aura and leaping down from the ceiiling rafters high above to the ground in the far section of the room (so as to not drop on top of someone), the big man just looked around.

It looks like I should have taken that right turn at Commenor.

No one, not even Caltin, in that room would get the joke, and that was okay, he simply surveyed the room while preparing to leave. This looked to be a “private party” so he would not intrude. Caltin’s mannerisms (to the layman) were his default “stoic” and “annoyed”, there was no hint of emotion coming from him, the man was almost robotic. The Grandmaster thought she knew him well enough (and his situation) that she would be able to pick up on his thoughts, they were of his son and his wife. Caltin was not avoiding them, or anything, he was simply stepping up. She would be able to tell he meant no harm, or ill will. he was just... a droid at this point.

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[Nyla Sallaros]

Jedi Temple Training Grounds

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"That is correct, though even I understand very little of my own aging," she mused in response to the words of Mya Windu . In truth even after the nine hundred years that she'd lived, having spent so few of them with her mother after everything had happened, she had not been allowed the chance to understand the true nature of the species with which she shared blood. "What little I can tell you is that I have seen and understood a great many things; I am only familiar with a select few who can relate with my experience."

With that said, she watched as the other woman rose to her feet and greeted the others who had entered the chamber. Each of them was different than the last, one after the other carrying themselves in a manner befitting the station she could likely associate with them. The first was who she knew to be the battlemaster of the order and a member of the council. The second was a young boy who looked at the afformentioned woman with the gaze of a child to their mother, though she could see the hint of acknowledgement of position in his eyes.

"Master Noble," she uttered in acknowledgement of the council member as she rose to her own feet and moved towards the bench where she had left her cloak. Pulling it over her robes, returning herself to the state of comfort in which she had been prior to her arrival, she turned slightly to watch the training session that had begun near her while noting her intent to address the others in the room as best she could. She, at times, struggled with her manner in socializing with others in the traditional sense, but strived nonetheless to overcome it.

"It is a pleasure to finally see you in person directly. To put a face to a name and actions, if you will." She continued before turning her attention to the young boy who had taken to a traning session with the woman who had occupied the training room prior to her arrival. He was a curious young boy, an aura of one capable beyond their years but with the composure of a child with a great deal yet to learn. She admired such embodiments of youth and talent, a great many of them having been lost to her in her time away from the known galaxy.

It was as she assessed the young padawan, taking position near Valery and Raphael, that she sensed another arrival before he had traversed the threshold of the room. Even as his presence became known to her, strikingly rigid with air of flux towards control, she could sense that he did not intend to stay long. She was not one to impose presence upon another, but she found his demeanor piqued her curiosity.

"Wrong turn or no, you are welcome to join us. Varying perspectives are often encouraged in the training halls."

Mya Windu Valery Noble Aris Noble Raphael Gallustrade Caltin Vanagor​

 

[Mya Windu]

Smiling to herself; her arms still folded in front of herself for comfort. She nodded to her student on this day; a grin of pride overtaking her face.
"Excellent, Aris. Well done, Padawan!" her voiced almost school girlish in a playful manner unbecoming of her usual self. She had no problem showing praise when it was due.

The sound of his successful parries, the sound of his lightsaber hitting the blaster bolts were almost magical to her; because he wasn't missing. Although Soresu was a form that combined subtle dodges with exact parries and blocking maneuvers; subtle was the word. Mainly it was an iron wall. Which is exactly what this Padawan had become. She had seen his expression when asked to use the form, but now he was a sheer beacon of immovable will.

Raising a hand, she psychically would stop the droid. Powering it down and floating it to it's place within the training chambers walls.

As a nearby droid, made to assist the Jedi would bring her brown over cloak; she would take it and put it on, leaving the hood down. She would approach him as her cloak moved behind her. Smiling like an older sister; she would extend her hand. Shaking his when he responded. Holding onto it for a second before completing the shaking motion.
Well done.
Psychically through the force, she would speak to him wordlessly. He already had the skills to incorporate dodging into Soresu; something she herself didn't really do unless necessary; since it could give the opponent the impression that you were running. The opposite effect Soresu was supposed to have, but he'd reminded her that it could be useful. She'd never thought of taking on a Padawan of her own until now, but in her mind she would be far too harsh a master for most. However, within half an hour; Aris' skill with the form had increased tremendously; his stance and movements were impressive, not flawless but his potential was....similar to her own at his age.

Staring him down and delivering a formal bow to him; she noticed that Master Sallaros was speaking to another; very large man who had joined them. A Jedi himself. Something about a wrong turn.

"A bit old to be getting lost in these halls aren't you, Master?" she addressed the man who'd joined them. Her hands behind her back calmly, she offered a small welcome smile. "This Padawan is impressive, he should be well trained." she spoke directly now to the Grandmaster, a suggestion more than a request or daresay an order.

Nyla Sallaros Aris Noble Valery Noble Caltin Vanagor Raphael Gallustrade
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[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

"The pleasure is mine," Valery told Nyla Sallaros with a smile, before her gaze turned to the ongoing training. She was listening and very much interested in meeting the Jedi Master, but she couldn't quite pull her eyes away from Aris Noble either. That was her boy, and the little wave and smile he had offered told her everything she needed to know. He cared about showing her his progress in training, and that little sparkle of determination flared up as a result.

He wasn't going to fail in front of his Mom, even if she kept a cool and professional exterior.

As expected, he handled the assignment well and was given praise by the teacher. Now, she couldn't suppress her smile anymore and dipped her head to her son. She'd give him a hug and more motherly praise when they were at home — for now, she just wanted him to know that she was proud.

"He has an excellent Master," Valery told Mya Windu while her eyes shifted between both her and Aris. "She's not here right now, but I trust that she'll help him become a fine Jedi."

"Is this your first class at the Temple?" Valery then asked her in return.

Aris Noble Mya Windu Raphael Gallustrade Nyla Sallaros Caltin Vanagor
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[Aris Noble]

Ais was practically bristling with pride now. Master Briana Sal-Soren surely would be just as proud of him as he was certain Valery was. He met her gaze, briefly, before extinguishing his blade to hook back on his waist and moved to the side. He was suddenly very aware that in the process of his sparing he'd ended up becoming the one looked at.

Which he wasn't entirely sure how he felt on. For now, though, he did want to step aside and observe himself. And reflect on what he had figured out for himself.

Valery Noble | Caltin Vanagor | Raphael Gallustrade | Mya Windu | Nyla Sallaros