Lord of Girth
There are days when even the Masters of a field need to train. A time when even the smartest and brightest need to read. And the strongest and most powerful need to practice. Today was one of those days. I already knew a lot about the force. Mostly within the Sense aspect of being able to predict my enemies movements, and attacks. And the other side was Telekinesis. Every Jedi had a little bit of it in them. However, it was only a few who could master it to a degree to move their bodies at such speed that I could. Who could strengthen their body to punch dents into durasteel walls. However, I was not really all proud of those abilities.
Why? because it was the only force that I knew. It was the power that allowed me to be who I was. And I would not abuse it. I didn't want to flaunt my powers. I had them for a reason. And that reason was to protect the Silver Jedi, to protect the Mandalorians, and to protect those who I cared about. Namely, my family. Since I have shown up in the Galaxy, they have dissipated into thin air. I couldn't find them. I had searched for them. But it was all in vain. I couldn't even feel her with the bond that we had. The force bond that allowed us to see where each other was. But that connection seemed to be cut. I couldn't just sit in my room doing nothing.
Dressed up in a simple shirt and jeans, I stood outside the temple. A large field of grass was before me. Empty and barren of life as far as I could see. I turned around and looked at myself. My tall height, muscular form, I shook my head in amazement. When I had come out of a Cryotube, I was under sized. Underweight. Alone and barren of really any talent. Yet after training, and training. After all of these years in which I have worked, I looked more like a superstar than a Jedi bent on saving the world. I smiled at that thought. The reason I had to be so fit, and in shape was to make sure that I could swing my hammer.
A weapon that was rarely, if never, seen by others in the galaxy. Even so, the heavy tool was a pain at first to use. a weapon that most would consider unruly. A weapon Jedi believed to be cruel and unnecessary. I however thought it was perfect. In fact.....
Sticking my hand out, I called the force to me. Smiling as I waited for about two minutes. standing there. I could hear the howl of a small object being thrown at me. However, when I turned around lightning fast, I caught the shaft of the hammer. and then swung around as though there were an armored Sith in front of me. Bashing it across his face with such force, I smiled. Feeling the blood pumping through my veins once more.
Pulling the hammer back to me, I smiled as I looked at it. The flat face and head. The detailed shaft that allowed me to have an iron grip upon the weapon. While this weapon may have been constructed and hardly ever used when I was a Knight, I had trained to use it. Trained to swung such a heavy weapon. Even more so when I had to throw it. Throwing it with my physical body alone was a pain. I could throw it a good 6 meters. Which was alot. And took so much strength. Letting the hammerhead slide down to bang into the top of my hand, I looked out. Searching for something. Anything to do. off in the distance, was a tree.
A grin formed on my face as I was warming myself up. I looked to it. Imagining what I wanted to do. Letting my arm drop, I felt as the hammer slid down to the perfect spot. I turned around to face away from the tree. Breathing in and concentrating on the force. I spin around and threw the hammer with all my might. Using the force to push the weapon further than I thought I would need. I could hear the hammer zoom and whistle as if flew into the air. And thunder almost erupted as it hammer smacked into the tree. Breaking through and continuing on.
Why? because it was the only force that I knew. It was the power that allowed me to be who I was. And I would not abuse it. I didn't want to flaunt my powers. I had them for a reason. And that reason was to protect the Silver Jedi, to protect the Mandalorians, and to protect those who I cared about. Namely, my family. Since I have shown up in the Galaxy, they have dissipated into thin air. I couldn't find them. I had searched for them. But it was all in vain. I couldn't even feel her with the bond that we had. The force bond that allowed us to see where each other was. But that connection seemed to be cut. I couldn't just sit in my room doing nothing.
Dressed up in a simple shirt and jeans, I stood outside the temple. A large field of grass was before me. Empty and barren of life as far as I could see. I turned around and looked at myself. My tall height, muscular form, I shook my head in amazement. When I had come out of a Cryotube, I was under sized. Underweight. Alone and barren of really any talent. Yet after training, and training. After all of these years in which I have worked, I looked more like a superstar than a Jedi bent on saving the world. I smiled at that thought. The reason I had to be so fit, and in shape was to make sure that I could swing my hammer.
A weapon that was rarely, if never, seen by others in the galaxy. Even so, the heavy tool was a pain at first to use. a weapon that most would consider unruly. A weapon Jedi believed to be cruel and unnecessary. I however thought it was perfect. In fact.....
Sticking my hand out, I called the force to me. Smiling as I waited for about two minutes. standing there. I could hear the howl of a small object being thrown at me. However, when I turned around lightning fast, I caught the shaft of the hammer. and then swung around as though there were an armored Sith in front of me. Bashing it across his face with such force, I smiled. Feeling the blood pumping through my veins once more.
Pulling the hammer back to me, I smiled as I looked at it. The flat face and head. The detailed shaft that allowed me to have an iron grip upon the weapon. While this weapon may have been constructed and hardly ever used when I was a Knight, I had trained to use it. Trained to swung such a heavy weapon. Even more so when I had to throw it. Throwing it with my physical body alone was a pain. I could throw it a good 6 meters. Which was alot. And took so much strength. Letting the hammerhead slide down to bang into the top of my hand, I looked out. Searching for something. Anything to do. off in the distance, was a tree.
A grin formed on my face as I was warming myself up. I looked to it. Imagining what I wanted to do. Letting my arm drop, I felt as the hammer slid down to the perfect spot. I turned around to face away from the tree. Breathing in and concentrating on the force. I spin around and threw the hammer with all my might. Using the force to push the weapon further than I thought I would need. I could hear the hammer zoom and whistle as if flew into the air. And thunder almost erupted as it hammer smacked into the tree. Breaking through and continuing on.
