Lightsaber Arts & Theory - The Way of the Sword.

[Akio Diachi]

Akio gripped the practice lightsaber from where he sat. The Chiss was not one to be fond of the modern weapons that were here. Even lightsabers were too modern for his tastes. The Chiss didn't use blasters, lightsabers or even slug throwers. He had been trained in arts of weapons that were by far more exotic, like the glowing throwing quills strapped to his wrists, the manriki concealed under his sash, his mobk's spade, and the Katana and Wazikashi he bore. This lightsaber was... strange to him.

His dark blue hands gripped the metallic cylinder and examined it from every angle. He had seen others work with these things--often. Very often. But actually using them was something else entirely. It had all these strange knobs and buttons on it. He gingerly turned the golden knobs on the side back and forth, feeling them click under his thumb and forefinger. Now that was new. It didn't seem to do anything though.

He turned it over in his hands and gently pressed his thumb on the red button. A loud Chhhhh-AAAAACCCCKKK erupted as a cyanide streak of light appeared from the end of the cylander pointed to the ground. The tip of the beam of light smacked into the durasteel flooring with a raaaaawwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaackackackackackackack as Akio fumbled the lightsaber, jarring it against the flooring again and again and again in a clumsy, embarrassing display. Little black specks appeared where the weapon's bade touched the ground, like semi-scorch marks. The Chiss finally released the red button, the blade vanished with a noisy Shweeeee-zip.

He gave an apologetic, embarrassed smile to those who watched him and set it down.

Maybe it was best for him to give the hilt a few seconds to recover before he gave it a second go.

[member="Stephanie Swail"] I [member="Asheda Tyr"] I [member="Veiere Arenais"] I [member="Tashra"] I [member="Cambria Zadira"] I Teynara Jeralyr I [member="Thom Arden"] I [member="Aarshlût Muyel"]​

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra let him distribute the false blades, allowing her the moment to remove the greater part of her cloak and robes while they experimented with their new weapons. She had neglected to place her sabers at her waist today and instead only carried the collapsible warstaff, fashioned from songsteel and in the same manner as most Echani staves. It was nothing special, a slim rod no wider than a saber staff's hilt like what Veiere had just shown them that extended into its full length with but a small bit of influence on her part.

Her clothing under the robes and cloak was rather simple, a tunic and trousers that showed her skin for the first time, though only her arms. She would be human, that much was clear based on what they could see, with pale skin. Her head was still wrapped and masked though, hiding everything else that would say who she was and she was ok with that still. She needed to move if she was to help with teaching these ones, or even learning a bit herself, and that cloak had been in the way. Luckily the mask did not obscure her vision too greatly, allowing her to keep it on and continue watching from behind it.

Her eyes were drawn to Akio who fumbled with his training saber, and then to those that had handled a saber before. There was a range of experience with the weapon, knowing that even training sabers can harm if one is not careful or does not understand what they are doing. Sure it wont lop off a limb, but you can still cause damage internally if you do not stop a swing or measure the force you should be using. She herself was a fool sometimes with her first sabers, nearly causing more damage than she had wanted and even harming someone with a pole far more than intended. That was many years ago though, almost three decades and she was now sitting her again, not with the sith this time but the Jedi. It was humorous to her that she would turn so far that she was back where she had feared.

And helping them better themselves.

She had fought jedi so long she had never thought she would be helping one of their orders grow stronger. All that she had to do now was wait for Veiere to start giving out instructions to his students.


[member="Thom Arden"] [member="Tashra"] [member="Aarshlût Muyel"] [member="Asheda Tyr"] [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] [member="Akio Diachi"] [member="Stephanie Swail"] [member="Cambria Zadira"] [member="Veiere Arenais"]

 

[Teynara Jeralyr]

Her eyes dropping to the hilt of the lightsaber that Veiere had carefully dropped before her, Teynara found herself neglecting the fact that it had dropped in front of her without the use of a guiding hand: an invisible energy had simply picked it up and deposited it before her. Perhaps she was simply getting used to the frequent, casual means by which Jedi used the Force for simple tasks (though the blonde had ever hoped that she would not be like that when her competency was sufficient to allow it), but she was more focused upon the hilt itself.

There wasn't anything particularly special about it: the young woman had noticed that some of the lightsabers carried by the Jedi she had encountered were made of unusual metals, of varying shapes and sizes, some inscribed with runes or other archaic symbols, as beautiful in their ornamentation as they would no doubt prove deadly in their use. This was a simple cylinder of polished metal, given to a silvery sheen, with black rubber embedded into the hilt, undoubtedly to aid grip on the weapon. Nothing you wouldn't expect of a lightsaber.

It was the first time she'd seen one up close, though. The blonde resisted the temptation to reach out for it and examine it more closely: doing so would distract her from the discussion taking place, and that was something she hoped to avoid. Still, there were a few noticeable things: it had two obvious protrusions, one towards the top of the hilt, the other close to the bottom. One's a button to switch it on...what's the other for? Pale-blue eyes glanced upwards to look at the unusual lightsaber that Master Arenais had hold of: his had no buttons at all. Odd. Are all lightsabers designed in different styles?

The weapons possessed by the others all seemed to be similar to her own: indeed, they could well have come off an assembly line, as close to identical as they were, though some of them had slightly different colours to the leather or rubber grips, and the sheen on each of the weapons was disparate, too. Perhaps all made to the same specification, but by people rather than machines? That seemed more likely, the more she thought about it. I wonder who dedicated their time and expertise to make mine, then?

The sudden snap-hiss of a lightsaber made her turn, her attention caught by the presence of an active weapon in the room: held in the hands of the dark-haired Chiss. The young man looked a little shame-faced as he worked to switch it off, which it did, the bright light vanishing as quickly as it appeared. Teynara inhaled a soft breath and exhaled it deeply, working silently to still the sudden increase in her pulse rate, startled as she had been by the action. No wonder they want us to be careful with these, she mused. Could easily have injured more than the floor, if he hadn't been lucky.

"These seem a little more dangerous than as an object to be used merely in metaphor, Master," she said with a wry smile, turning back to Veiere. She liked the way he had spoken of his lightsaber, but on another level, it had disturbed her that he spoke of what was clearly a dangerous weapon with such a sense of passion. Attachment may not be the Jedi way, but even a Master may clearly struggle with it. "Do we now take these as a means of lighting our path, or as a warning that we may walk into dark places, and need the reminder that we carry some illumination with us?"

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| [member="Tashra"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Thom Arden"] | [member="Aarshlût Muyel"] | [member="Asheda Tyr"] | [member="Alexandra Feanor"] | [member="Akio Diachi"] | [member="Stephanie Swail"] |​

 

[WolfMortum]

[member="Akio Diachi"] had failed to hear Veiere when he asked that they not activate their hilts, likely due to inexperience with the lightsaber however it wasn't difficult to know what to expect when triggering a button or toggle, there was clearly to be some form of result and in his case, his blade had erupted from the beam emitter and juttered out against the dojo floor, the low frequency of the energy doing little ruin the floor entirely, failing to slice through the cushioned material meant for the safe sparring of students however leaving a lasting impression as the heat of the weapon burned at the surface the longer it was held there.

Shaking his head slowly to himself, his voice spoke out across the room with a sterner tone than he had held before. "Padawan, Do please pay attention to what you're handling..Though they may be for training purposes, these are not toys" His voice trailed a moment, soon fading as he gave the younger lad a moment to reconsider; his glance took to the others for a moment curious to note the reactions to the blades ignition. [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] seemed to jump a little at the sudden ignition while the others all watched on in equal surprise and perhaps the odd faint chuckle in the background, causing Veiere himself to have to restrain himself from a small smile. "-Though... I suppose it is to be expected. I know some of you may be excited here but we have a few things to first discuss before we move on to their practice. Again, please refrain from activating your training sabers until I ask you too".

It was then that Teynara's caution towards the craft was soon projected back to Veiere in the form of open thought, taking form into question. Veiere had witnessed several times now her affinity to delve deeper into the subjects she was there to learn, her mind working with an intellectual edge that often provoked the more serious of questions in which he himself had to admire, the will to question others aiding in the ability to take in and learn from experience around her, she had the makings of a consular at heart Veiere felt, though he too could be mistaken as ones path can often veer off in many directions much like his own. "You are correct, Miss Jeralyr" He offered her a slow nod accompanied by a faint smirk, this classroom of learning becoming equal part his own lesson in getting to know those before him. "Do not be mistaken, the lightsaber is too a weapon in the hands of one who would seek to use it for violent purposes. Often I've stood against others who would subjugate the people for their own desires were it not those alike the Jedi who would stand for them. There is a good reason why we train with these...-The art of combat for the Jedi is the way of the sword, that of which we take up only when we absolutely must for the defense of others. It is a grim fact that as Jedi we will come to face many challenges, possibly entering into conflicts not of our own but to bring about an end to them, to keep the peace where it within our ability and asked of us", here the conversation was slowly turning to the subject of Form Zero, the next topic that he wished to talk about though not quite ready, the hilts themselves were to be their focus for the time being.

"The training sabers you've been given come with minimal option in their use. You will notice the length of the hilt can be used either with one or two hands, enough room to apply all forms of study in this subject as you continue forward yet so too are there a couple key components to take note of, the activation and the training frequency setting. The little dial sticking out at the bottom of the shaft is to elevate or decrease the frequency of the blade itself. On low, this will offer only a small shock when connected with another student or clumsily yourself. It doesn't hurt so much as it does alarm and teach the youngest of us to take care in their defense and use of the blade. High frequency, as I previously said, will leave a burn if the impact is consistent, otherwise you may end up with a few bruises from the quicker of connections yet no one's going to be losing parts of themselves so have no fear...".

Slowly Veiere pushed himself up to stand, gesturing for them all to rise with him, his lengthy hilt held in his right hand. "Spread out a bit and take up your training sabers...-Copy the way I stand, we're going to ignite our blades...-Safely, Padawan" Veiere glanced back at Akio with a slight chuckle before spacing his feet out, left shifting forward while his right moved back only half the distance of the other in order to carry his weight primarily on a defensive guard. Holding his lightsaber out ahead of him, both hands gripped the two handed hilt and rather than before, he initiated a single activation, his lightsaber snapping back into action as the upper blade took shape and offered a vibrant green glow upon the floor of the dojo around him. "When you're all ready, look for the activation higher towards the top of your training hilts and when you're confident, you may start. Be sure to watch those around you, always have the lightsaber pointing ahead of yourself and away from others when you first activate so to ensure no one else is injured by fault of rash action".

[member="Akio Diachi"] | [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] | [member="Thom Arden"] | [member="Alexandra Feanor"] | [member="Asheda Tyr"] | [member="Aarshlût Muyel"] | [member="Tashra"] | [member="Stephanie Swail"]​

 

[Cambria Zadira]

Gold-speckled hazel orbs looked around the dojo with a mindful eye at the padawan learners as they perhaps for the very first time held the weapon of a Jedi in their hands; be these training sabers yet still exciting nonetheless.

Cambria remembered fondly her own experience as a youngling at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. She had been much younger than those gathered here, but the shock and awe of hearing the snap-hiss of the lightsaber coming to life after pushing the ignition button with tentative determination, and seeing the energy blade expand out from the hilt held with in one's trembling hands. It was nerve racking yet so exhilarating all at the same time, well at least for the Rutian Twi'lek.

The blue-skinned Jedi Knight remained standing at the back of the training room with her lightsaber still attached to her utility belt slung low off her shapely hips. For now, Cambria would observe the new practitioners and would step in if any needed help in understanding the basics. The first lightsaber fighting form that was taught was Shii-Cho; referred to as The Way of the Sarlacc. It was the foundation of all the higher level forms, and one that should not be dismissed in mastering before moving on to learning the others especially as a novice. It was a common mistake made by eager padawans. Patience and practice were the key here.

[member="Akio Diachi"] | [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] | [member="Thom Arden"] | [member="Alexandra Feanor"] | [member="Asheda Tyr"] | [member="Aarshlût Muyel"] | [member="Tashra"] | [member="Stephanie Swail"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"]

 

[Tashra]

The sudden activation of [member="Akio Diachi"]'s training saber had made her turn her head as her body tensed up, almost instinctively going into a fight or flight response. It surprised even her the reaction and how tense her muscles became as if they were springs ready to spring into action from the strain they were under. Her hands made her the most worried as she looked down and saw that she had one hand on her bloodsword at her hip while the other was already ready with the thumb on the ignition of the blade. It had taken her but a moment to realize all of this and she simply smiled a little to hide her worry at how her body reacted to it.
While [member="Veiere Arenais"] spoke she turned the training saber over and turned it to the lowest possible setting it could go to, all the while having a better safe than sorry thought in the back of her head. Her thumb moved to the twin layered spinning ring on her left index finger she had gotten from her father two nights before going with Veiere to the order from her homeworld. It had become a great source of calm that she had learned to use to get through the daily meditation sessions. It had been almost two weeks now and she was still tense in the order.

When bid to rise she did so along with the other students. She made her way so that as she ignited her blade she merely had to look to her side to see that [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] and [member="Asheda Tyr"] were out of her fully extended arms reach with the blade at the end as well. She didn't want her worry to have an effect on either girl after all even though she might have only met them for short times and Teynara only just today, she still liked the two of them and didn't want to hurt them in any way shape or form.
With a deep breath in and a long exhale she let her worry melt out of her body as she went through the small exercises her father had taught her when it came to swordsmanship. With a stern look she ignited the azure blade of the training saber and for a split second she felt her body tense up once more as it had before but then with a sharp exhale she tossed the tenseness away from her body and steeled herself to focus completely on the training the grand master would want to teach them.

​ [member="Akio Diachi"] | [member="Thom Arden"] | [member="Alexandra Feanor"] | [member="Aarshlût Muyel"] I [member="Stephanie Swail"]

 

[Edward Vyperion]

Vladimir walked into the room compelled to actually learn something in his old age. He then heard the noise of Akio and his training saber and took his saber out using the Force itself, but didn't activate it.

 

[Asheda Tyr]

When the sudden sound of a sabre being activated reach her ears she was slightly jostled before rurtinging to a calm state of mind releasing a sight as the sound of the blade retracing with the addition of an apology came shortly after. Looking over her shoulder the new Chiss student had accidentally ignited his light sabre, needless to the the expression on his face gave away his embarrassment. Such an action raised a small chuckle from the young Togurta, something about embarrassing action always mad her smile. Perhaps it was the fact later on in life such an event will most likely be the topic of conversation to other padawans, just thinking about Master Arenais saying something along the line of "Now don't do a Akio".

Once the giggling stop she returned her attention back to the present lesson at hand, Teynara raised a decent point in her earlier statement, the light-sabre though a tool of peace and status was not simple made to be waved around, it was a weapon and at some point, would be used. Master Arenais discussed it use as a weapon and it's main use for defense, good thing she had a mind set to study form 3, looking over her blade as the lecture continued she identified all the different knobs and part as they were pointed out. It would be best to get very acquainted with the setting as to not accidentally hurt someone to bad.

Standing up she took a fairly normal stance, sabre held out front a bit to the side because of her prominent right hand, at a 45 degree-ish angle, the familiar sound of the blade igniting reached her ears again. Looking a bit to her side she noted [member="Tashra"] looking a bit tense, had she not held a sabre before, still the woman had an air of determination about them self, perhaps they had studded swordsmanship of a different type. Focusing back to the lesson she gave a few short swings of the blue-blade, getting a feel for the weapon in preparation for training.

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[Teynara Jeralyr]

As Veiere instructed the students to ignite their lightsabers, Teynara found herself picking hers up rather gingerly, as though she were worried it might shatter if she held it too firmly. To her surprise, the metallic hilt weighed a little more than she had expected, though not such that it was taxing to the wrists: it felt, in some ways, similar to the swords she had used in her practice of Tae-Jitsu, with much of the weight concentrated in the hilt to allow for a better-balanced weapon. Interesting that lightsabers operate on that same principle. She'd always understood the blades to be weightless, though, so there had to be a better reason than to counteract the blade's mass. Odd.

The grip felt comfortable enough, though the metal felt cold against her skin. No doubt it'll warm up soon. It didn't feel unnatural, despite the weight: it felt like just another training sword, albeit made of metal rather than the warmer woods she was used to. Some of the wooden training blades that rested in racks along the walls were more akin to what she was used to. Slender fingers curled around the grip, though she turned it so that the activation stud at the top of the hilt was in proximity to her thumb, rather than beneath her forefinger. Seems safer that way.

She watched as Veiere positioned himself in a stance that was undoubtedly effective for a two-handed grip, though it looked unwieldy to her. There's a certain lack of mobility that comes with using two hands with a sword, she reflected. Teynara had always been taught to use one when practising sword forms: it allowed for the wrists to rotate more fully than could be done with two, because in the latter situation, most of the motion came from the elbows and shoulders. Slower, but stronger. But these were lightsabers, surely? The blade could cut your head off with a glancing contact. You don't need to worry as much about strength.

Best to stick to what you know, for now, Tey, the blonde woman reflected. No doubt she'd have a lot of other things to learn that would adjust that, but she felt comfortable with the techniques she'd been taught before, even if they weren't with a lightsaber. Veiere's stance placed the hips on a forward-facing direction, leaving them in a 'closed' position. Means he'll have to move his feet if he's to turn his hips into a strike. That didn't seem very efficient, to her mind. Better to start open and close up if you need to.

While Veiere had both feet facing mostly forward, Teynara allowed her left to slip behind her at a right angle, though slightly across off to the side, so that her heels didn't quite line up. Her legs bent at the knees, as was best for maintaining balance and stability. The lightsaber held in her right hand, she pointed it ahead of herself, the hilt directed forward in line with her arm, from hand to shoulder, so that the blade would ignite on a flat plane, rather than with fully-torso coverage, as Veiere's currently did.

Inhaling a deep breath, the young woman pressed the activation stud firmly with her thumb, a bright green blade flashing to life with the same snap-hiss that had announced the blades of the others. It stopped at around a meter in front of her, a humming, bright beam of plasma, shining with a glowing white core surrounded by a softer green hue. Pretty, but not what I'd have chosen, she thought. Oh well. Not something you get to decide for yourself!

Turning her wrist, Teynara moved the blade into supination, her forearm bending and moving closer to her left hip, so that the green blade pointed towards her right shoulder, covering her chest protectively, though a simple flick of the wrist could adjust the tip of the blade to point higher or lower. Surprisingly, that still works nicely, she thought. The lightsaber wasn't as awkward as she'd expected: true, the blade did indeed lack weight, but that made it a little easier to finely control, or so she felt. Since all the weight is in the hilt, that's the part you have to keep controlled.

The downside? Not feeling the blade means you might not notice that you've overdone a movement until it's sliced through you. Something told her she'd have a few burns to contend with by the time the session was done...

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[Akio Diachi]

Akio offered a second apologetic, slightly embaressed smile at the sensei as he talked about--well the need to be safe. He had a lot of experience with blades, but that was a different story. There were no moving parts, no buttons, no mechanics, none of this "look a metal cylinder" funny business. There was a blade and a hilt, and sometimes a crossguard between. it was clear where the danger was.

I suppose you have to learn new tricks sometime.

The monk rose to his feet at the man's instuction and made sure that everyone else was far enough away so they wouldn't get zapped or hacked on accident. Then he pointed the end with the red button away from him, carefully taking it in both hands. That was the end that the blue light came out of last time. He was really hoping it didn't change things up and skewer him through the middle. The Chiss placed his right foot forward, further behind him as he in what he had been taught was right front stance. He loosened his grip visibly, taking a slow, deep breath in. His eyes closed as the young man released it, allowing all the pressure and negativity to fade away from him.

There is nothing. There is nothing. Nothing. Nothing. There is nothing. He opened his eyes, seeing the world around him moving, shimmering with the power of the Force. Pure calm took him over as the Chiss released himself into a no pressure, calm state.

The Chiss pressed the red button down and watched as the blue shaft of light hissed to life.

Its just a sword. Don't let it throw you off. Its just a sword. There is nothing. No need for any fear. Treat it just like a blade and get the feel of it.

The Chiss gently rocked the blade in his hands, side to side slowly before him, noting how it hummed and feeling the weight in his hands. He bobbed the lightsaber in his hands, feeling the way that it moved in his hands. The blade was--weightless. He tilted his head to the side, the eyebrow over his left red eye quirking upward. That was another thing to add to the oddness of this weapon. He changed it over to one hand and felt the way it handled in his left hand, moving it in small circles with his wrist. Interesting.

With a gentle toss he shifted it to his right hand, then back to the left, and right again. He felt the way it moved, catching it each time. There we go. With a quick flourish he rolled the hilt off the back of his right hand. Akio caught it in his palm, slowly building confidence with this odd contraption.

[member="Stephanie Swail"] I [member="Asheda Tyr"] I [member="Veiere Arenais"] I [member="Tashra"] I [member="Cambria Zadira"] I [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] I [member="Thom Arden"] I [member="Aarshlût Muyel"]​

 

[UserSpace101]

His eyes lit up, capturing the white core and blue outer shade perfectly. He could feel the hum subtly vibrate in his palm and up through his arm. He twisted his wrist to swing the weapon from side to side; he wanted to get a feel for it. When he activated it, he noticed that the weight hadn't changed...the hilt held it all and so he was slightly surprised.

Hmmm...

A light, raspy growl sounded in his throat.

He'd never considered he would be holding a weapon such as this and being trained in its use. He was much older than the others, and had completed half of his life before his innate abilities had grown to the point where he couldn't control them; That's why he took to isolation.

Nevertheless, he began his training on Ando Prime and hadn't looked back. Sochi had been teaching him basics, and thought it would be a good idea for him to join the others to not only learn beside them but to get acquainted. He learned not to question her...she had set him on this path, and it was likely he wouldn't be able to survive such a social setting if it were not for her in the beginning.

All she asked in return, was for them to place their trust in her not to lead them astray.

He took the weapon into a two-handed grip, playing around with the motions until he felt a little more comfortable.


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[WolfMortum]

Veiere watched from the center of the floor as his students all took their own time in igniting their lightsabers, some looking more experienced than others, each choosing to wield the blade in their own form, whatever they were most comfortable of. Here in such a place, it was obvious that experience differed between them all and yet regardless, given that some of them were far newer to the art of the sword than others, Veiere needed to go over the basics if not only for his confidence in knowing that they all, as a group had covered an adequate introduction to the application and theory surrounding the practice of lightsaber training and usage. "The lightsaber is an elegant tool in the hands of an experienced and disciplined Jedi. The blade itself carries such little weight that the swift deliverance of a strike is purely down to instinct and form..." Veiere rolled his wrist, releasing his hilt from his left hand and spinning the hilt, rotating the blade in a full circle to his right, abruptly bringing it to a halt, the green vibrant glow pointing down against the dojo safely off to the side. "As you all learn to practice with these tools, you will learn to utilize them as an extension of your very own, not as a weapon but in the sense that you will learn to move with the blade, to strike gracefully, to guard yourself and those around you with finely tuned senses. The Force will be your guide and the Saber your hand to hold those who would do harm and injustice against the people, back".

Deactivating his lightsaber, he soon returned the hilt to his belt, his hands coming to his front and right taking the left wrist, he simply stood and observed each of them as they toyed upon the idea of the training sabers they all held. [member="Cambria Zadira"] further back beyond the students seemed to be doing some practicing of her own, a form of which caused Veiere to grin faintly as she obviously knew where the lesson was going. The way of the Sarlacc was indeed to be held in the very same lesson though not before they all discussed first, when to refer to the lightsaber before they'd broach the subject of how.

[member="Tashra"] seemed a bit more cautious than the trained Knight that Cambria was; she was the first of the Jedi students that Veiere had actively sought out in order to bring back into the Order with him. Thanks to his loving wife [member="Lady Kay"] and Commenor's contacts with the outside worlds around it, Veiere had been fortunate enough to hear rumor of such a person's apparently unnatural gifts. He had high hopes for her future. [member="Vladimir Tedesky"] it seemed would soon come to enter the room and stand somewhere near to Tashra, he of which would receive a nod from Veiere in greeting, the Jedi Master soon gesturing to the training hilts that had yet to be claimed further ahead upon the floor, one of which he suggested could be the mans should he only seek to take it up.

His gaze would soon find both [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] and [member="Asheda Tyr"], they too both looking rather more confident than the rest after the initial activation of their training sabers. Teynara especially as she held the lightsaber in the stance of one who might be expecting to enter into a sparring match, it caused Veiere to chuckle softly under his breath and later he'd question her as to her previous experience, the stance having come from the experience of another, no doubt. [member="Nar-Pal"] and [member="Akio Diachi"] soon followed suit, the latter this time igniting his weapon fortunately without staggering the blade against the dojo floor and his counterpart, though much older showing the grace with the tool worthy of a scholar in the force.

"Very good...-I'll give you all a moment longer and then when you're ready, deactivate your blades and take a seat; we will discuss the most important of the lightsaber forms...-Form Zero".

[member="Akio Diachi"] | [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] | [member="Thom Arden"] | [member="Alexandra Feanor"] | [member="Asheda Tyr"] | [member="Aarshlût Muyel"] | [member="Tashra"] | [member="Stephanie Swail"] | [member="Nar-Pal"] | [member="Vladimir Tedesky"]​

 

[Teynara Jeralyr]

It still felt odd, holding a weapon that carried no real weight to it: though the hilt certainly had plenty, there was the simple fact that the blade lacked any cohesive mass, so movement could be achieved by even the lightest motion of the hand. Which means you have to be extra careful, because it wouldn't take much to make a dangerous movement. That was what felt so surreal with the blade: the lack of true substance made it seem far less dangerous than it was. Like waving a glowrod around, simply projecting a little beam of light. Hard to believe that, fully powered, the gleaming plasma blade could very easily be lethal.

A real blade had very different dynamics to a lightsaber, she sensed. The weight ensured that, once swung, a solid blade would need more energy exerted to reverse the momentum, which would mean that, once you'd committed to an attack, you couldn't easily change your mind. But a blade with no solid mass? That thing might be easily reversible, if you kept your balance and posture. That was intriguing. She could see how it might make the weapon even more dangerous, though. If you're not careful, the blade might not end up where you think it will be.

Hearing Veiere's words, the young woman nodded to herself, then pressed her thumb against the activation stud of the lightsaber, watching the way the weapon changed as the blade seemed to 'retract' into the hilt, the white-green plasma bar vanishing before her eyes, the sudden shocking absence of illumination causing her eyes to go a little funny for a moment as they adjusted. Teynara felt no difference in the weapon itself: the blade had simply gone, with no noticeable weight differential.

"That's going to take some getting used to," she observed softly, altering her stance to a more neutral standing position, hands resting in front of her stomach. Even with the weapon deactivated, the young woman felt conscious of having such a dangerous object in close proximity - but, as she had said, it was something she'd have to get used to. "I take it we're now going to have to practice with them every day so that we don't accidentally cut our own heads off, huh?"

Smiling faintly, though in truth not amused by the idea, the young woman took a moment to examine the hilt. Most Jedi wore theirs clipped onto their belt, and the sparse utility belt that she wore had a standard-issue clip that seemed to be for that purpose, as she understood it. The lightsaber itself had a small clip attached to the bottom, and she aligned the two and snapped the weapon into place and released it, such that it dropped to rest against the folds of her long skirt along the side of her right thigh. It felt odd, and the added weight of the lightsaber was evident enough, but not uncomfortable despite that.

"With a name like 'Form Zero', it sounds like there are other forms, whatever they are," Teynara noted, moving to kneel down on the floor such that she would again face Veiere. She knew that statement was revealing her ignorance, but there was no point having a lesson where the teacher assumed that they knew more than they did. "You Jedi do like to make things complicated," she added with an amused smile. "All these different terms and concepts."

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[Tiland Kortun]

Tiland ambled into the room, staff clacking on the floor as he walked, while the other hand held a mug of steaming tea. He paused mid-sip as he caught sight of them all. He gave a slight cough.

"I apologize if I have interrupted." His gaze flickered across the rest of them. "Lightsaber lesson, yes? Indeed. The traditional weapon of the Jedi Knights." He moved into the room and took a seat away from the main group of students. "However, not all Jedi carry lightsabers, either now or in the past. If I believe correctly, there was a Jedi Master Fey who lived before the Clone Wars-" His voice paused for a moment as he tried to think. "She carried no lightsaber." He patted his own staff with his fingers. "Nor do I carry a lightsaber."

He drained the last of his tea and dropped it back into the satchel. "So learn what you can of the lightsaber and use it if that is the path the Force wills for you. But if it is not your path, do not feel pressured to walk it."