Faction Draw the heat! (Ballistakinesis Lesson | NJO)

[Tyrus Vastor]

Within the Coruscant Jedi Temple, the shooting range is fully active for Ballistakinesis training. Participants select from an array of confiscated slugthrowers—pistols, carbines, rifles, or scatterguns—each unique with quirks like misaligned sights, modifications, or wear. The goal isn't accuracy yet but connecting with the weapon and its projectile through the Force: feeling its weight, the trigger's vibration, and the slug's trajectory. Holographic targets line the range, from stationary to mobile. For added challenge, droids and obstacles can be activated with a button press, testing reflexes and focus. Control starts with connection—mastery will follow.

Participants here are assigned to a separate section of the shooting range for safety, where they can use the same holographic targets, mobile simulations, and droid challenges as the firearm users. The goal remains the same, but the focus is more in depth: feel the weight, motion, and trajectory of the projectile and begin to manipulate it mid-flight through the Force. Doing this without the distractions of weapon mechanics, this exercise aims to sharpen focus on raw Force connection and control.

BYOO - You do you boo...

The doors to the Jedi Temple's shooting range slid open with a faint hiss. The group of Jedi gathered in the room—some Knights, some Padawans—exchange glances when the man entering immediately draws their attention. He didn't exactly look like a Jedi. He walked in like he owned the place, a loose stride, arrogant, and predatory, the air was practically bending around his presence. He was clad in dark, rugged clothing that screamed "underworld thug" or "gangster" rather than the regal attire commonly found in the temple. A thick leather jacket with reinforced padding stretches across his broad shoulders, paired with combat boots that thud against the floor, and fingerless gloves that show faint scars beneath the knuckles. The two duffel bags he carried in each hand rattled ominously with the sound of heavy metal clinking. The tattoos on his neck peeked out just above his collar, while his sharp eyes scanned the room like a hawkbat sizing up prey. Then he smirked. It's wasn't a warm or reassuring expression—More cocky, almost dismissive, and it told everyone in the room that this class was not going to be anything like what they've experienced before. Without a word, he strode to the front, dropped the duffel bags onto the ground with a heavy thud, and unzipped them. Inside was a veritable arsenal of confiscated slugthrowers: pistols, carbines, rifles, and scatterguns, all gleaming faintly in the artificial light of the range.

"Alright," he said, his voice deep, gravelly, and sharp enough to cut through durasteel. "Listen up, you little shitbirds. Name's Tyrus Vastor. If you ain't heard of me, then thats good. That means ive been doing my job well. Officially I am a Jedi Knight and Jedi Investigator, I specialize in the criminal underworld. Blah blah blah. You get the point." He pointed a gloved finger around the room, landing on random individuals as he talked. "Today's your unlucky day, 'cause you're stuck with me. And no, I ain't here to hold your hands, sing you lullabies, or give you that cookie-cutter Jedi wisdom bullshit. I'm here to teach you how to stop bein' useless when the galaxy starts shootin' at you."

He stepped to one of the duffel bags, grabs a sawed-off slugthrower scattergun, and twirled it casually in one hand before resting it on his shoulder. "You ever heard of Ballistakinesis? Its a fancy word for telekinesis and ballistics." He smirked again. "No? Well thats not surprising," his question seemed to be rhetorical. ",That's 'cause most of the nerf-herders in this Order don't teach it. Too messy. Too 'unrefined.' Well, guess what? The galaxy don't give a damn about your meditation techniques when someone's pullin a fast one on' your arse in an alley."

Tyrus takes a few steps toward the group, his boots clicking against the floor as his eyes narrow, locking onto a particularly nervous-looking Padawan near the front.
"You. Kid. What's your name?"

The Padawan stammered, "Uh, H-Harith, Master Vastor."
Tyrus barked out a laugh, throwing his head back before leveling his gaze again.
"Master!? Kriff no. Call me Tyrus, alright? I ain't about to play that 'holier-than-thou' Jedi crap. In the duracrete jungles there is no rank. No masters or apprentices. Those titles blow your cover and can get you caught in sticky situations. Now, Harith, tell me this: If some Hutt thug points a slugthrower at your face, what do you do?" The scatter gun soon became leveled at the padawans face. Barrell inches away from his nose.

The Padawan hesitated, then said, "Uh… I would disarm him with the Force? Or use my lightsaber?" The weapon sounded with a sudden Click as Tyrus pulled the trigger. It was unloaded the whole time, but rather effective to make his point. Tyrus rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath. "Force save me from textbook answers." Then, louder:
"Wrong! You just died. Vague answers get vague results. Here's what you do: You guide the damn bullets away from you, But how? Thats what we are gonna learn today."
The room went silent. Some of the more traditional Jedi exchange uneasy glances, but Tyrus didnt seem to care or show he did. He made his way back to the duffel bag and started unloading weapons onto the tables, one by one.

"Now, before any of you whine about how this 'ain't the Jedi way' or some bantha poodoo like that, lemme remind you of somethin," He jabbed a finger toward the exit. "One. There is the door. Two. Out there, it's ugly. You wouldn't believe some of the shab ive seen. And if you ain't ready to get your hands dirty, then you're just another corpse waitin' to happen or worse."

Picking up a slugthrower pistol, He to tossed it toward Harith, who fumbled to catch it.

"Every weapon you see before was confiscated by myself or civil authorities. Some of them, if not all, have been used in some capacity and will simulate picking up a random weapon in the field. Cop a feel for the weapon. With your hands—with your mind. Just like lightsabers are your tools, so are slugthrowers. If you know the weapon then you can know the projectile. After all guns dont kill people...bullets do." He chuckled slightly. " For those of you ready for firearms. Focus on guiding the projectile as soon as you fire. Curve the bullet, accelerate it and experiment. If you have to be a baby about it and a firearm seems to complicated for you, Then you will find bags of rocks by the door to use instead. Same concept but your the one propelling them to the targets on the range. If you have any questions you can ask myself or Master Vulpesen as soon as he arrives." The Korun looked around the room and suddenly came to realize that this "Master Vulpesen" was someone that he was not familiar with at all, not by appearance at least, he very well could of been in here the whole time.

Huh. Interesting.

" Lets go, hustle! C'mon!" he shouted.

Let the games begin.

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[Aadihr Lidos]

OBJECTIVE I

Outfit: Casual Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

A blind man walked into the shooting range.

Aadihr swallowed his pride and stepped into the crowd of trainees. After the events in Iridonia, he knew he couldn't rely on pure pacifism if he was needed on a large operation - but he could at least play to his strengths, something that would let him contribute with his Farseeing.

The Miraluka, now with a spare rag replacing his old blindfold, watched as Tyrus Vastor made an example of a Padawan with an unloaded firearm. Instead of focusing on the intended lesson, he analyzed the internals of the weapon. The transparent nature of inorganic objects within the Miralukan Force Sight gave Aadihr an ample view of the loading mechanism and firing pin, if there had been ammunition within.

After the introductory words were spoken, the blindfolded Jedi knight approached one of the instructors, Tyrus Vastor or Vulpesen if they've arrived. He knew it may make for an odd first impression but the blindfolded man stood before them all the same.

"Excuse me, which of these weapons has the longest effective range?" Aadihr asked. "Uh, no scope required, if that makes a difference." Aadihr continued, trying to address the obvious issue of his blindness in the visible spectrum of light with a bit of humor and let the instructor know he intended to learn regardless.

"I don't mind if it requires accounting for gravity or wind for the projectile nornanything, just the longest range possible."

Tyrus Vastor | Vulpesen | OPEN​

 

[Ko Vuto]

Location: Coruscant
Objective: 1 and 2
Tags: Tyrus Vastor | Aadihr Lidos

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",That's 'cause most of the nerf-herders in this Order don't teach it. Too messy. Too 'unrefined.' ​

Ko felt a little called out by that statement. He’s a rather traditional Jedi himself and he’s literally herded nerfs before and infrequently used ranged weapons. Though he was familiar with some rifle models back in the agri-corps. Where he opted to use old czerka hunting rifles over other options. He wouldn’t even wanna use a lightsaber when needing to face down against an angry Aramdid on Nubia.

He also thought back to a while ago when on a mission with the grandmaster. Where he temporarily employed the use of a blaster before apologizing. Also being a Kel Dor offered its own challenges as well. Most firearms weren’t designed to be ergonomic for aliens like him. With four large clawed fingers. It can be a tight fit sometimes just to squeeze his finger into the trigger guard. Most of the time when Ko wanted to get some range he just chucked his lightsaber or shoto like a boomerang or…

Rocks?

They brought simple, humble rocks for this as well? The Kel Dor thought for a moment, recalling instances that seemed where he seemed to have possibly used Ballistakinesis without realizing it. Having herald projectiles at lethal velocities before. Sometimes even plunking large rocks from the ground only to crush them into a cluster of smaller pieces and blast them out like a mineral based scattergun. Ko now realized that he might have been using this ability already.

He then glanced over to one of the other attendees here. A fellow eyeless Jedi as well. Asking about weaponry with greater effective ranges. If they were a Miraluka they surely had better senses through The Force than Ko. For Ko loosing his own eyes was a serious exercise in learning to trust The Force. But he wasn’t confident in his ability to be a sniper like the Miarluka it seemed.

Then Ko would ask his own question. “Excuse me, I know this is an old model, beyond vintage even. But do you have any DT-12 blaster pistols? Or similar models? I’ve heard they’re highly regarded for individuals more like myself.” The Kel Dor could at least try and see if a blaster suited him. He liked his traditions and found comfort in them. But he knew it would be foolish not to try. Plus even he knew that a blaster with a stun setting could prove extremely useful. ​

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[Vulpesen]

(Helping OBJ 1 on Occasion)
Loadout: Battlefield​

Vulpesen's ears flicked as he watched from across the training room catching the gruff gravel of his fellow instructor as he "introduced" himself and the lessons. One thing was certain. Tyrus Vastor was no ordinary jedi. But then again, Vulpesen hadn't officially been a jedi for longer than most participants in the following proceedings had been alive. Clad in the very accoutrements he often brought into battle, that experience was on full display. Clothed in the imbued black silk of the Varos cloak, he let his hands rest not on his saber, but on the pistol tucked into its holster on his belt. Recently, he'd found occasion to fire the weapon on the battlefield, having realized that few expected a saber wielder to start slinging slugs in the middle of combat.

After having his presence as an instructor recognized, the Zorren cleared his throat, drawing some attention to where he stood, opposite in the room of the Jedi Investigator. "For those who don't know or don't remember, I am Archon Torrevaso of the Veran Wilders. But about sixty years ago, I was a jedi shadow for the order under the Galactic Republic. My order was... restrictive. So rather than learn specialized abilities suited to my personal beliefs and skills, I had to adapt and improve what every jedi was taught. There are few among your order that don't know how to move things with their mind."

Illustrating his point, Vulpesen unfurled the metallic wings of his raven pack, then plucked a dozen of the feathers from its frame with the force. The metallic black blades hung around his head like a halo as he continued to speak. "While I can guide projectiles and have done so to great effect as Tyrus has mentioned, my specialty is moving a blade or rock from point A to point B in as fast a time as possible. Point B usually being some soft spot in my enemy's armor." With a crack, one of his feather blades simply seemed to disappear , though its passing became obvious as one of the holo-targets down range shifted to display a red mark on the silhouettes neck. "Make no mistake, this tactic is perhaps one of a jedi's more lethal options. But it can be done without taking a life if you become skilled enough to know where to aim. Practice will give you the option to offer mercy."


His own introduction finished, he looked to the enterprising pair of students that where already moving to find their weapons of choice in the exercise. One of them, Ko Vuto was at least familiar to him. "Try this one Mr. Vuto." His golden eyes had locked on a larger pistol which lacked any sort of trigger guard. It appeared to have been home made, but certainly by someone who knew what they were doing. With a flick of his tail, he sent the weapon floating towards the Kel-Dor. "Realize that Plasma is difficult if not impossible to guide. Thus we'll be using more physical projectiles in this exercise. I admit that most foes in the galaxy prefer blasters for their penetrating power and high capacity, but with Jedi and Sith appearing mroe and more on the battlefield, you'll find slug throwers and their like are growing more and more common." He proved his point by plucking from within his cloak, his own personal fire arm. While a shot from the Fennec Pistol might appear like a blaster due to its energized projectile, he was quick to dismiss any illusions to its nature when he removed the magazine and displayed the bullet within.

Aadihr Lidos

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Aris Noble

Jonyna stood silently at the end of the range. Rather than waiting for any form of instructor, she wanted to train herself, and her padawan. She knew he wasn't going to be able to use Ballistikinesis regardless, but she could help him hone his skills with a blaster or slugthrower. Something like this would keep him sharp.

"Alright, just shoot straight at me. I'm gonna try and deflect them."

Shooting at your master wasn't the most normal way of training, but Jonyna had always preferred a more hands on approach to training. There was very little way they could practice this without it anyways. He would hone his aim, and she would hone her telekinesis. She kept her coat on just in case, but other than that she stayed only in her robes.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

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Cora blinked.

Shitbirds?

It was not the designation she'd expected, nor was it one that she would have come up with on her own. The prim blonde had met her fair share of rough and tumble Jedi, but Tyrus outdid them all the instant he pushed the muzzle the a blaster into a Padawan's face.

Cora lurched forward, jaw clenched, a hand extended. Before she could do anything, she heard a click.

Nothing happened. The weapon was unloaded.

Dramatic, she thought to herself in disgust. A sentiment that probably applied to both their instructor and herself. Some of the tension eased from Cora's shoulders, but her expression was that of stone. She was particularly protective of the Order's younger members, even if Tyrus found his methods to be effective.

She glanced first to Ko – a familiar and friendly face – then to the door. The unorthodox teacher was right. The galaxy was an ugly place, especially for Jedi and she'd been fortunate to have so many near misses.

Cora made for the bag of rocks, thereby self-identifying herself as a being a baby about it.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

OBJECTIVE THREE - Testing out new bling and practicing skills
Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Open to Interaction

Zaiya adjusted the glittering hair sticks, pinning up her streaked cobalt and magenta locks, her fingers brushing over the delicate pearls embedded along the sleek designs. Each one looked like it belonged in a high end jewelry shop, but she knew better. Those weren't just decorative -- they were functional.

Her colorful bioluminescence rippled in soft hues of teal and gold as she surveyed the setup. Five solid light training targets glided in smooth arcs across the empty practice field, their random movements meant to mimic unpredictability in a real skirmish. The Lovalla had purposely set this up as far away as possible from the others just to make sure she wouldn't accidentally harm anyone. Zaiya grinned, her spots flashing bright turquoise with excitement.

This was exactly what she needed to test her latest creations.

The Lovalla Padawan had been working on this project for weeks, refining and tweaking the mechanics of her stun and EMP pearls until they were as reliable as her saber. She even created a few protype versions of her own, seeing if she could increase the stun pellets her cuffs created as well as others like a cryoban, sticky goop, or flashbang option.

But who said functional couldn't also be fabulous? Her Jedi belt sparkled with a medley of black and white pearls -- carefully bedazzled and arranged to look like an intricate fashion statement. The hair sticks were similarly outfitted, and the necklace resting against her collarbone could double as a distraction or a weapon in a pinch.

She placed a hand on the case beside her, filled with practice pellets -- harmless substitutes for her real arsenal. No stunning anyone today, though the thought of someone walking into the field mid test and getting zapped by accident made her cheeks shimmer with a guilty coral hue.

"Alright, time to see if this works," Zaiya murmured, rolling a pellet between her fingers before tossing it up and catching it with the Force. She let it hover for a moment, her irridecent opal blue eyes narrowing as she focused on the nearest target. With a flick of her wrist, the pellet zipped forward, striking the target with a satisfying ping.

The target shimmered, recalibrated, and resumed its weaving motion. Zaiya's grin widened. She grabbed another pellet and let it fly, this time aiming for two targets at once. Her excitement bubbled over as both landed dead on, the subtle hum of her Force connection guiding her movements.

"This is so-o much better than training droids," she said, half to herself, half to Domxite perched nearby, who pulsed with a glow of encouragement. The targets began moving faster, zigzagging unpredictably. Zaiya bounced on the balls of her feet, adjusting her stance. She reached for her necklace, pulling a pearl free with a graceful twist, and hurled it into the fray. Another ping. Another hit.

Her colors flared into an exuberant blend of lavender and green as she let out a triumphant laugh.

"I am so-o ready for this to work in the field!"

The thought of actually using her creations in a real mission sent a thrill through her chest. Not only would it make her more versatile in combat, but it felt like her -- an expression of her Lovalla heritage wrapped in the ingenuity of a tech loving Padawan.

Grabbing a handful of pellets, Zaiya set her sights on the remaining targets. Time to see just how many she could hit in one throw.

 

[Tyrus Vastor]

Tags: Ko Vuto​

"Excuse me, which of these weapons has the longest effective range?" Aadihr asked. "Uh, no scope required, if that makes a difference." Aadihr continued, trying to address the obvious issue of his blindness in the visible spectrum of light with a bit of humor and let the instructor know he intended to learn regardless.

"I don't mind if it requires accounting for gravity or wind for the projectile nornanything, just the longest range possible."

The large korun raised a brow when the Miralukan approached. This could go either very well or very bad. For a moment Tyrus didn't respond at all and considered the possibilities. Without a word he walked away, past the duffel bags and next to one of the range tables was a long rustic looking weapon. A sniper rifle in its configuration. It was a tusken cycler rifle and the one Tyrus used personally in the field. As he walked back with the weapon he began to speak. " This is what you may be looking for. Now this is my very own Tusken Cycler Rifle. Not gonna get much more range than one of these in here." He got closer and pushed the rifle toward Aadihr Lidos with the intent of the Miralukian to grab it for himself. " Mine's modified to take just about any caliber up to a thirty eight and is bolt action. Lemme know how you like it and try not to shoot your eye out." He cracked and walked away just in time to learn more about his co-instructor Master Vulpesen . He was a Zorren. It was a species that Tyrus had not heard of and maybe seen before and yet his display of the class lesson was beyond well done. Glad to see im not the only one who knows how to make an entrance. From across the room he nodded in respect. Good to see other force traditions embrace this as well.

He inspected the students and new arrivals to the class. Most were still selecting a weapon, which was to be expected and after all that was part of the challenge. Personally Tyrus had planned bringing the variety of slugthrowers for each and everyone of them to learn the benefits of street smarts and practical experience over higher education and learning offered in the Jedi Temple. Picking up any weapon in the field on the fly was a good plan in theory, but practically it was often harder to navigate. Passing by the Keldor that was being addressed by Master Vulpesen, Tyrus couldn't help but to see one such example manifest itself.

A Blaster? Ah. Someone wasn't listening I see.

It was an excellent moment to announce it to the class as the Keldor found is own path with the weapon he was handed moments after. " None of these weapons are blasters! They are all slugthrowers and will fire ballistic rounds. Hence the name of our lesson. Ballista-kinesis. As Master V, commented earlier." Tyrus approached one the tables and picked up a Wookie slugthrower with both hands with a grunt and displayed how the weapon, despite Tyrus's size, was ill fit for his use of it. "You will come across slugthrowers of various sizes in here as a reflection of some weapons that you may come across in the larger galaxy. Not every weapon you grab will be," he tossed the weapon back on the table. The sound of which rattled the other weapons around. " How you say... comfortable to use."

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

OBJECTIVE I

Outfit: Casual Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

Aadihr accepted the Tusken cycle rifle, feeling its weight. He let a smile loose at the Instructors comment - Aadihr would've cracked that joke himself if Tyrus Vastor hadn't been so quick on the draw.

The Miraluka knight brought the Rifle and a dozen rounds of ammunition to the firing range. As he walked, he examined the internal workings of the rifle. It used a magnetic accelerator to propel the slug, bolt action must refer to the way the rounds are loaded in the side of the weapon with a lever. He had never handled a ballistic weapon this close, let alone see one.

The rifle's sights were useless to Aadihr, so he mostly shouldered the weapon to brace for any recoil. It fit snugly into the crook of his armpit. Aadihr knew he didn't have enough telekinetic power to manipulate a projectile to a precise target; maybe he could use just a little telekinetic effort to stabilize the tip of the barrel and prevent his inexperienced hands from swaying the aim off-course.

Aadihr lined up the barrel roughly to where it looked like it would hit one of the targets. He then cast his Sight away from his body, near to the target. He stabilized the barrel of the weapon to prevent his aim from straying while his perspective was away from himself, loaded the rifle slowly, braced for recoil, and fired.

The projectile missed entirely, kicking up a cloud of dust where it hit the protective rear wall.
Aadihr pulled the lever and loaded another round.
Now Aadihr had a reference point for the angle of the Cycler Rifle's barrel and any imperfections - also including the drop of the projectile from his location to the small impact crater. Aadihr could 'visualize' an arc of the slug's trajectory, and using a minimal amount of the force to telekinetically stabilize the barrel. With measured, straight adjustments like an artillery crew, he altered his aim for the center of the furthest target. Slowly, he braced once more and fired.

Dead center. Next three shots as well. Reloading was slow; if he moved positions he would need another 'reference' shot. While he was stationary, however, switching to the other targets with similar precision came easily, if not quickly. Aadihr found aiming with Farsight and force firearm stabilization more intuitive than he expected.
Soon, eleven rounds were expended. For the final shot, Aadihr wanted to confirm something.

He fired the last shot, attempting to curve the bullet's trajectory off course.

Disappointed but not surprised, Aadihr found he lacked the strength in basic telekinetic manipulation to cause any significant change to the projectile 's trajectory.

OPEN​

 

[Diogo Talon]

TAGS: OPEN​

Dang, Diogo kinda liked this Tyrus guy. A little heavy-handed, though. Maybe that was part of the charm. In any event, he must have some really interesting stories to tell.

Diogo procured a slugthrower pistol. It looked cheap and mass-produced, the kind of weapon he'd seen pirates and mercenaries use on his adventures in the Outer Rim. It was scratched to chit; the parts were discolored or misshapen, like they'd been replaced with whatever replacements could be found rather than factory standard pieces. He turned it over in his hand to feel the weight of it, then spun it with his finger in the trigger guard.

He wasn't sure how this was gonna go down. Diogo was no stranger to Ballistakinesis. Growing up in a off-shoot Jensaarai cult, it was required learning. But manipulating the Force outside of himself never came easy. There was no telling how well this would go, and his confidence was already lacking. Couldn't be worse than a blind guy, though... right?

 

[Vulpesen]

(Helping OBJ 1 on Occasion)
Loadout: Battlefield​

The Wilder smiled appreciatively when several of the young jedi took their places on his line, one of which had already started to eagerly make her attempts at launching projectiles down range. With a small whirr, he collapsed his wings as he stepped up behind Corazona von Ascania , giving her a sympathetic smile. "A slug thrower works by placing an explosive behind the slug in a small enclosed space, the barrel. The rapid expansion in such a small area causes a shocking increase in velocity. Here, you are acting as the explosive and the barrel to send your 'slug' down range. I think you'll find that as we are replacing the complicated mechanisms of such tools, that our job is a bit harder, I think. Especially if you decide to then snatch your own weapon from the air to change its path." Three more daggers flitted away, this time without a supersonic crack as he allowed the students around them to watch them weave through the air at a still breakneck pace.


He waved his hand, sending five of the rocks onto a nearby counter at one of the ranges. "Pick one up then gather the force. Collect it like water behind a damn. Then when you're ready, release that power all at once. Accuracy will come in time. For now, focus on sending it down range as powerfully as you can. If the projectile is small enough, it may be able to pierce a grunt on the field. But if you're too slow, any sith worth his salt will see it coming a mile away and next thing you know, he's dodged left."


Tyrus Vastor Diogo Talon Ko Vuto

 

[Valor the Forsaken]

TAGS: Ko Vuto ​

Ranged:
Sling Shot 'Rifle' | Fang | G.O.O. Gun | Phantom | Chiru Tranquilizer Rifle | FFS- Quiver Trigger - Grip / Stock | FFS- I.S.P.Y. : Scope | FFS- H.A.R.M. - Shroud | BA-K177 Kamino Saberdarts X15 | Beauty Blades | Nightshade

Valor watched the strange man bluster on, spouting about his so-called 'technique.' His arms folded tightly across his chest, a slight shift of his weight betraying the simmering annoyance beneath his otherwise calm exterior. He tilted his head, listening with an air of detached skepticism as Tyrus—this bulldog of a man—barked his cognitive lens and punctuated his rambling sermon with what could only be described as a dangerous theater act involving a slugthrower.

Valor's brows knit together, a deep furrow etching across his forehead as the scattergun clicked with unsettling finality against the young Padawan's face. His sharp gaze fixated on Tyrus with a look that could have peeled paint from the walls. The older man's bravado seemed to stretch endlessly, his words tumbling out like a tidal wave of gravel and arrogance, filling the room with noise.

And Valor hated noise.

The disdain in his expression was as clear as words on a holopage—unmistakable and sharp as a vibroblade. A slow roll of his eyes punctuated the moment, a silent declaration of just how little he thought of the man's theatrics. 'This is what passes for teaching?' he thought bitterly, the irritation simmering beneath his composed surface.

His gaze narrowed slightly, scanning Tyrus with the precision of a blade smith inspecting a flawed edge. The swagger, the bark, the over-the-top display—it all reeked of someone trying too hard to make a point. Valor's lip curled faintly, a barely-perceptible sneer that lingered for half a heartbeat before fading into his usual stoic mask.

It wasn't just the volume or the bravado that grated against him—it was the chaos. Valor thrived in discipline and precision, in methodical control where every movement and every breath served purpose. This... this was none of that. This was a brawl dressed up in Jedi robes.

Still, he said nothing. He didn't need to. The silent edge of his disapproval was sharper than words ever could be.

Valor stepped up to his Mentor, Ko Vuto and watched what he was doing showing some minor interest in it.

 

[Aris Noble]

"Uh. Okay."

Aris lifted the blaster in his hands, his eyes suddenly focused and filled with intent. He knew how to use a blaster, even if he didn't for the most part. Hunting, how to manage weaponry, how to fight hand to hand and with weapon, it was all part of his upbringing with his parents and even before he'd met them. So, he fired. Wickedly fast shots, one after the other at different parts of Jonyna's body to force her to over extend, to force her into pure defense.

In theory, this was how he was supposed to shoot at a lightsaber wielder. But theory rarely measured up to the real thing when the Force was involved.

Jonyna Si

 

[Shan Pavond]

Well. This was an...interesting lesson to return to. Shan had decided to try and pick up some more of his Jedi duties after seeing the state that Katherine had been it. It had ignited his desire to protect people once again...so coming to a lesson where blasters were being fired and rocks were being hurled was perhaps not the best thing to come back to. A sigh escaping his lips as the Mirialan took his hand and just dragged it down his face. When he had first joined the Order, he'd have refused to even take part in a class like this. The idea of wielding any kind of weapon used to seem revolting to him. But slowly but surely he had been getting past that. Wielding a lightsaber, wielding his family's blaster. A slugthrower wouldn't be something he was too opposed to.

Though it was a strange feeling to wrap his hand around one, checking out the weight of it. It looked less well kept than his own blaster if he was being honest. He passed the slugthrower between his hands to try and get a better feel for it. In the meanwhile he also watched the others in the class, frowning in thought. There were a few familiar faces. Vulpesen, Aris, Jonyna, Zaiya, Ko, Corazona. Alongside a few unfamiliar faces. It was strange to think of how the members of the Order had probably progressed whilst he was gone.

Alright. That was enough daydreaming. Shan turned his attention back over towards the slugthrower and then his eyes towards the targets. He could go straight into trying to shoot a moving target but he just wanted to take his time. Taking in a few deep breaths before turning his attention to the Force. Manipulating the slugs was going to be a delicate procedure but it wasn't something Shan wasn't completely unfamiliar with. He just needed to fire off a few shots and...Oh. Those weren't...as accurate as he had hoped. Even as he tried to manipulate the slugs, only around four of the eight slugs hit the target. He had better accuracy just trying to shoot normally if he thought about it...

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

OBJECTIVE THREE - Testing out new bling and practicing skills
Location: Set far away from other targets out in the field to ensure no one gets accidently stunned.
Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Open to Interaction

Zaiya jiggled the handful of pellets in her palm, the soft clicking sound akin to that of a gambler shaking dice before a throw. Each toss felt smoother, more precise, her confidence growing with every successful hit on her roaming practice targets. But precision wasn't enough, she needed control. What if she had to redirect a shot midflight? That kind of split second decision could mean the difference between taking down an opponent or missing entirely.

With a thoughtful hum, she glanced at Domxite, perched on a small table nearby. The droid's vibrant, paint splattered chassis gleamed under the soft light, their presence as comforting.

"Hey, Domxite, can you use telekinesis too?" Zaiya's spots shimmered a soft thoughtful amber as she asked, her tone curious and lighthearted, tilting her head slightly to the right in curiosity.

Domxite's response came not in words, but in a ripple of emotion and color through the Force, a warm swirl of indigo and gold. Zaiya closed her eyes briefly, letting the impression settle in her mind. Their voice followed, childlike and soft, but filled with clarity -- I can, but only in small ways.

Zaiya grinned, her skin shifting to a playful cyan. "That's so-o cool! I was just thinking about ways to redirect these pellets after I've thrown them. You know, practice reaction times and control." She spun a pellet between her fingers thoughtfully.

"I mean, if you're up for it, maybe you can give it a nudge after I throw one? Like, see if you can push it just a little to throw me off balance and make me adjust mid air?"

The droid's response came in a flicker of violet amusement, a soft, wordless chuckle echoing through the Force, their tiny feet giving a slight shuffle. Domxite seemed to enjoy her endless experiments, even if they sometimes bordered on chaotic.

"Alright, let's try this." Zaiya adjusted her stance, her spots shifting to a focused cobalt. With a flick of her wrist, she sent a pellet soaring toward the holo target. It was a clean shot, right up until it wavered, suddenly pushed off course by Domxite's subtle Force nudge.

"Hey!" Zaiya laughed, quickly redirecting it with her own burst of energy. The pellet slammed ended up wobbling and not hitting the target.

"Oh blast!" Zaiya cursed with a slight pouty frown, but she wasn't one to be dejected, her cheeks flushing in a vibrant rush of orange and blue bioluminescent of determination.

"Okay! Let's try again!"

 

[Ko Vuto]

Location: Coruscant
Objective: 1 and 2
Tags: Vulpesen | Valor the Forsaken

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Vulpesen addressed Ko’s question. Presenting them with a firearm that seemed to be missing a trigger guard. Grasping it in his clawed hands he perceived it’s silhouette in The Force. “I understand that Blasters and Slugthrowers have their unique advantages and disadvantages.” Ko also noticed Valor approach him and he turned to the teen. “Look here, this one could fit more comfortably for me. The lack of a trigger guard is a tad concerning, but keeping the safety on should help with that.” Ko said as his thumb slid up to make sure the manual safety was engaged.

“Hmm, when I was about your age, actually probably a bit younger I would practice my aim with rocks and pebbles. Much quieter and cheap than the rifle I used.” Ko began to explain to Valor. “Here let me show you.” Still holding the pistol down by his side Ko stepped over to the rocks that were here at the range and gently levitated a small pebble to the tip of the nail at his index finger. Making a finger gun in his off hand. Before the small rock suddenly flew away from him.

There wasn’t much power behind it at all. Flying down range at a target with all the speed and force of a BB gun. But as he said earlier he used to practice like this so he wasn’t creating too much noise. “You wanna give it a shot, Valor?” Ko asked and looked back down at the teen. ​

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[Eloise Dinn]

Zaiya Ceti + OPEN
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Eloise would've gladly been with the others practicing their ballistakinesis. She thought Tyrus Vastor was the coolest instructor she'd met since joining the Order, and she had zero fear when it came to handling the confiscated slugthrowers.

Unfortunately, she spotted Diogo Talon among the ranks of Padawans using the shooting range. Out of a vague sense of embarrassment at having left his ass on the dancefloor to try and rizz up a hot Zabrak who turned out to be mind-numbingly boring, she decided it was best to avoid the green-haired boy for the time being. But she definitely wasn't going to feth with the rock pile; that was for wussies.

In the end she wound up out on the edge of the field, where a girl with multi-colored hair was talking to her droid and throwing pellets at targets. Before she could clear her throat to get the chick's attention, Eloise watched in shock and horror as the girl removed one of the pearls hanging around her neck and flung it at a target. "What the hell?" she blurted. "Isn't that chit expensive? What are you throwing pearls around for?"

She reached up and carefully removed the single large Nacrian pearl hanging over her brow, tucking it safely away in case the other girl got handsy. "Can I use your targets?" she asked her original question, now with a hint of leeriness.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Cora had been crouched near the bag, but she'd risen with a handful of rocks as Vulpesen approached her from behind. She returned his sympathetic smile with one of her own in greeting.

"I see," she murmured thoughtfully, looking down at the rocks held in her palm. She lifted her gaze and watched in fascination as the daggers levitating around him surged toward a target, then the rocks. His explanation was clear enough, but his philosophy was opposite to her own. Cora might've focused on first being accurate, then on building power.

You are here as a student, she reminded herself. There is much that you do not know. Learn.

She chose a rock from her right hand and guided it in front of her with her left. Like water behind a dam, she repeated in her head. It was different than using telekinesis to heave an object at your opponent. It required more pointed concentration, more refined control.

The rock shot forwards and struck the holo target square in the forehead. Cora winced and turned to the Wilder. "I was aiming for his abdomen," she admitted.

Curiosity overtook her sheepish expression as she looked to Vulpesen. "Pardon, Archon Torrevaso, but you look familiar. Have you ever been to Ukatis?"

If he was who she thought he was, then he'd saved her sister Fantine von Ascania during the nexus' purification some years ago.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Aris Noble

Even if he had the training prior, Jonyna knew practice made perfect. A blaster was just as much a tool in a jedi's arsenal as a lightsaber was, and to at least be studied in how to properly use one was paramount.

Five shots.

The jedi master reached forward as best she could. One clear, hitting the ground behind her. Two, hitting the space between her legs. Three. Four. And-

"Shyuuk!" She groaned, as the fifth hit in her in the leg. It had only skimmed her, but a wound was a wound. She took a moment to practice the other reason she was hear, practicing self healing, but it was moments like this that she hated about training.

"Alright, let's ease up...those were good shots though." Jonyna offered her padawan a tense thumbs up, even if she was busy trying to focus on her leg.

 

[Diogo Talon]

TAG: Aadihr Lidos | Open​

Diogo was loading his slugthrower when he spotted someone who looked like Eloise Dinn . Tall, purple-hair, an aura of attitude big enough to make a sun blush. Yep, that was definitely her. His attention wavered, and the sound of several slugs hitting the floor rung out.

She ditched his dumbass on the dancefloor not too long ago. Diogo had chatted up enough half-drunk gadabouts on Niamos to know his oafish charm didn't win over everyone. Hard as that was to believe. Despite the bruised ego, there was no reason to take it personally. He did like her, though. She wasn't like the others. He thought about approaching her, but he was smart enough to take a hint.

Besides, today was for training—which meant more opportunities for embarrassing himself in other fun, novel ways.

Diogo snatched the slugs off the floor. He reloaded the pistol, took aim down the firing range, and emptied the clip. About half the slugs hit their targets (and most of those just grazes). He sighed, and watched as this white-haired, blindfolded dude fired a kriffin' tusken cycle rifle. It took the guy a bit, but he found his rhythm and was able to hit the targets accurately. Diogo stood dumbfounded.

"Hey, man," Diogo said, walking up to him. The green-haired Padawan made finger guns, then felt silly since the white-haired guy probably couldn't see the gesture. "Uh, you're like… blind and chit, right?" Hopefully that was an accurate assumption or this was about to get very awkward. "How are you able to do that?"