Faction [NJO] Momentum and Mastery

[Reina Daival]

Location: Coruscant - New Cov Temple
Objective: Train
Tags: Anavi Vandala​

"Oh. This old thing? Nah. I just grabbed it from the training room in the temple on Coruscant. Can't really use my harpoon for sparring or practice."

Well. She could. But Reina felt like stabbing your fellow students with a harpoon would be looked down upon. Instead of worrying about that though, Reina just worked on stretching. If she was going to be doing anything physical, the lass was going to make sure she was ready. Her eyes darting between Corazona and Valery in thought. Oh. The Blind Jedi was here as well. Reina blinked to herself at that. It was nice to see him not bleeding.

 

[Aris Noble]

This was wrong.

Aris peered across the room. He half listened to his Mother as she spoke, though in truth he was very capable of listening to her and looking around. What he was looking at? Vera Noble . For all the years he'd known his sister, she'd never once seemed to have a crush on someone. If anything, she'd always treated interest in people as something kind of gross.

Not that he was too far off himself, but then again he did meet Zaiya Ceti and they were.. Dating. Yeah. They had agreed on that, right? He pushed those thoughts aside less he get in his own head again and instead focused on his sister and the boy she seemed to like. Disbelief soon faded though, as he smiled instead. It made him happy. Given how much her visions tended to show her, of the darker sides of the galaxy, he was a little worried she'd be shaped by them.

And, well. He'd tease her later. And keep it secret. Last thing they needed was Dad figuring out his little star had a crush, or he might actually crush whoever it was. For now, though, his focus was instead on the class. He was fast, likely one of the fastest of his generation. That speed? He wasn't the best at turning with it. If he went too fast and needed to make a turn, he was absolutely end up tumbling. He needed to figure out how to fix that, so he didn't end up face first in a wall again.

Or through it. That was also a concern.

 

[Tracyn Ordo]

Out of all the things Tracyn was good at-

Well, this- the amplification of one's physical self through the Force, was his forte. His penultimate skill that had helped him in many battles. He walked through the Padawans, stopping just short of Valery. The older Jedi smiled at the younger woman- Tracyn now looked the part, the old married man nearing his 60s. Age however, did not slow him down. He still looked the physically capable man he was 20, even 30 years ago.

He did not approach a single one yet, waiting patiently for one of the Padawans to seek out help. Or perhaps, he'd observe their training, their level of skill and adjust any teachings from there.

Tracyn patiently walked, not saying anything, but watching. His eyes spoke for him, some more critical looks given to others. Perhaps he sensed something. Perhaps they had dirty shoes. Perhaps they didn't have the proper belt on. Hard to tell with the old man. But his look wasn't cruel.

Maybe just a little disappointed.

 

[Everest Vale]

Eve wasn't a speedy person. She just wasn't used to living a fast paced life that so many of her peers in the Order seemed to lead. In fact, anything faster than a horse ride tended to make her nauseous, though she was perhaps just about managing to get used to airspeeders. Nevertheless, Eve knew that learning more about a skill such as Force Speed could be very beneficial, and she would never let up a chance to go to lovely, green New Cov.

Near the front of the class, she sat with eager anticipation, eyes drifting up to the tree tops that stretched into a skyline of clear, bright blue, as a grin found its way across her face. Her Master began the class, explaining the preliminary particulars about the power's benefits, but her heart dropped when she asked everyone to work with someone new. She shrunk in her seat awkwardly, looking about the class. There were a lot of familiar faces there, even, to Eve's surprise, Reina Daival , the harpooner from Jedha. A few memories of the witch-cursed world flashed in her mind for a moment before dissipating back behind the trees.

But there were so many faces she didn't recognise at all, and she froze, trying to desperately catch Valery Noble 's glance as a yearning to help. Alas, she was busy, and Eve realised how childish she was being. So she breathed.

Come on, Eve. You've got through worse.

She sat up a little, controlled her breathing, and turned around in her seat in search for a partner, only to find herself staring directly face-to-face with a young Zabrak woman. She seemed familiar, but Eve couldn't place from where. She gave her a small smile, and a timid squeak escaped her.

"H-hi."

Azurine Varek​

 

[Vera Noble]

New Cov

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Tag: Ben Khal

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Vera's grin widened at his introduction. Ben. Simple, straightforward. He seemed quiet, a little serious — but she could work with that.

When he mentioned using Force Speed before, her multicolored eyes sparked with interest. "Oh, you have used it?" she echoed, tilting her head slightly. "I totally get that — sometimes, you don't even think about it, and then boom, you're moving faster than your brain can keep up."

She rocked on her heels, thoughtful for half a second before flashing him another bright smile. "Kinda scary, right?"

Her hands moved to her hips again as she took another glance toward the training field, her energy practically radiating off of her. "Well, it's a good thing we're learning it properly now! I've seen Jedi use it in fights, and it definitely helps — dodging, striking, getting into position fast."

She shot him a confident little nod. "We got this."

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[Kaelos Vryn]

Location: New Cov
Tags: Valery Noble | Caelan Valoren | Others
Equipment: None​

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Kaelos nodded towards his new aquaintance.

Caelan mentioned his experiences with the ability and mentioned how they weren't the most extensive. It at least meant that they were on an evening playing field and would be learning together. They could help each other out and help each other improve.

"Alright, at least I'm not completely outmatched" he commented, casting his eyes around the rest of the training grounds. He wondered what the general experience levels were like. He wondered if he was going to see people reaching lightspeed in seconds or if they'd all be struggling together.

"And hey, the Kiffar are normally pretty nice" he responded with a smirk to the older Jedi's comment about knowing a Sith Kiffar. He'd heard stories about Kiffar's who'd worked with both the Jedi and the Sith. As a species who had a decent level of force sensitivity, it wasn't surprising.

"Guess we just wait for some instructions?"

 

[Azurine Varek]

Breaks? What Breaks?

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 | Lightsaber 2 | Hook Swords

Azzie had been scanning the gathered Jedi, looking for someone she didn't regularly work with—a surprisingly difficult task, given how often she threw herself into training sessions with anyone willing. Most of the padawans here were familiar faces at this point now that she had been out of stasis for practically a year—friends she'd sparred with, trained alongside, or at least exchanged a few sarcastic jabs with in passing. Finding someone new was going to take some effort. Aris Noble and Vera Noble , the two being more like little siblings to her by now, were there, of course. She gave a wild grin and wave to the two as she passed by, as well as the same to Caelan Valoren and a quick ruffle of Kuhbee 's hair (fur?) with a playful grin.

Still, it was a challenge she welcomed. Learning from different people meant picking up new tricks, seeing different perspectives, and—if nothing else—keeping herself on her toes.

Her gaze had briefly flicked to Aadihr Lidos , whose presence she had felt before she even arrived, and she couldn't help but feel a swell of pride that he had shown up at all. He was a knight, after all. He didn't have to be here. But he was. And that meant something. A small grin tugged at her lips as she strode toward him, giving him a playful punch to the arm—one that, to most, might have seemed a little too forceful, but she knew Aadihr could take it.

"Didn't think I'd see you here," she teased, voice brimming with approval. "But hey, it's always good to have a refresher under different instruction, right?" She would have been more than happy to partner up with him—after all, they worked well together—but her master Valery Noble 's instruction echoed in her mind. She gave him one last encouraging nod, a hug, and a smile that screamed, You've got this, before turning away, resuming her search.

That was when she locked eyes with a young woman who was staring at her with an almost startled expression. Azzie tilted her head slightly, recognizing her face only in passing but struggling to place a name. This one looked about as comfortable as a bantha in a speeder race, but here she was, face-to-face with the girl who looked like she'd rather melt into the ground than be speaking right now.

Her aura seemed to spike with multiple different patterns, but it wasn't fully fear, or at least not in the usual way. Shy, not terrified. That was good. She could work with that, no problem.

A grin tugged at the corner of Azzie's lips, soft and lacking any real menace, yet tinged with the fire that also blazed through her amethyst-hued eyes. "You don't have to look so worried. I mean, I know I have quite a rep by now, but I promise I don't bite—well, not unless I'm really, really provoked." She smirked, letting the teasing edge soften the tension. Shifting her weight onto one foot, she gave Eve a quick once-over—not in judgment, but in assessment. Not much of a runner, if Azzie had to guess. Her posture spoke more of hesitance than confidence, and the way her fingers clenched at the hem of her sleeve suggested she was bracing herself for something unpleasant.

Before the other could have the chance to rethink her decision to be here, she held her right hand outward—a metallic prosthetic that went all the way up under her clothing and armor. "Azurine Varek, Azzie to everyone that isn't a stick in the mud."

Everest Vale​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery caught sight of Tracyn Ordo as he stepped through the gathered Jedi, his presence as steady and formidable as ever. She dipped her head in a respectful nod, then turned her attention back to the class.

"Alright, let's begin."

Her voice carried easily over the training field, gathering the focus of every Padawan and Knight in attendance. She let a beat of silence settle before she continued, shifting her stance slightly as she prepared to teach.

"Force Speed is what we call a Control ability — meaning it isn't about reaching outward, sensing the world around you. Instead, it's about tapping into yourself. You channel the Force through your body, augmenting not just your muscles, but your reflexes, your perception, even your thoughts."

She let that sink in for a moment, her fiery gaze sweeping across the students.

"That means Force Speed isn't just about moving fast — it's about thinking fast, reacting fast. Done correctly, it lets you see react to your environment much faster than you normally can." She smirked slightly. "But if you don't do it correctly, you'll move faster than you can process, and that usually ends in a face full of dirt."

"Prolonged use can also be draining — even dangerous. So today, we start small. Short bursts, just enough to feel it, control it, and learn how it flows through you."

She gestured outward.

"Find your partners. Start by tapping into the Force inside you, and channeling it for short bursts of speed. Once you feel like you have a grip on it, we'll put it to use in a little spar."

She crossed her arms, watching as the Jedi began to pair off and prepare.

"I'll be overseeing, so if you have questions or need guidance, come find me."

And with that, the lesson was in motion.

Corazona von Ascania Tracyn Ordo | All the Padawans| Open to NJO​

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Cora smiled to Aadihr in greeting as he approached. Her gaze slipped over to the Wookiee Padawan and she let out a thoughtful hum.

"What do you think, Master Wrennar?" she addressed the veteran among them. "Kuhbee is a fine student. He's eager to learn and works well with others – provided his frustration does not get the better of him."

Aadihr Lidos Garric Wrennar Kuhbee

 

[Everest Vale]

Eve let a small smile come to her as the Zabrak introduced herself, extending her own hand to take the metal prosthetic. It was cold and weighty, and seemed to almost engulf the Echani's tiny, tender hand entirely.

"E-Everest Vale," she said quietly, a little grin forming to match Azzie's, though she wasn't entirely sure why, but something her energy was infections. "Eve," she added hurriedly. "I'm Master Noble's most recent Padawan." She dwelled on that a moment, and all the meaning and expectation that held. She was trying her best to not succumb to the pressure of such a position, but she was keenly aware how many eyes must have fallen on her since the legendary Valery Noble — face of the New Jedi Order itself — had chosen to take her on directly, and she would be lying if she said that didn't make her nervous.

Master Noble started her formal lecture for the class. The principles of the method seemed simple enough, and Eve listened intently to every word, as if trying to find the secret to mastery of it in the first try. But she knew this would take practice, which gave her a sense of apprehension she couldn't ignore. She turned to her new companion, as if still searching for an easy solution.
"H-have you done anything like this before?"

Azurine Varek​

 

[Garric Wrennar]

Garric nodded in acknowledgement to Aadihr before he released another small chuckle at the question by Corazona before slightly scratching at his forehead stitches.

"Well, I will certainly keep my eye on him. However, I'm afraid I don't think I could be his partner for this lesson. Augmentation of one's speed through the Force is something I can do, but I'm admittedly useless at helping others learn it. You could ask any student I've ever had and they'd tell you."

He stopped itching at his stitches and put his hands together. He looked towards the students, taking a glance at the wookie in question for slightly longer before turning back to the Knights.

"Besides, the two of you know the students better than I do. I don't think I have the bond with them that helps me to help them. For the mean time, I think it'd be best if one of you two partnered with him. If that's no trouble, of course?"

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Corazona von Ascania Aadihr Lidos Kuhbee

 

[Ben Khal]

"Oh, you have used it? I totally get that — sometimes, you don't even think about it, and then boom, you're moving faster than your brain can keep up."

Faster than your brain can keep up. That sounded about right. Ben's gaze grew distant as he thought back to the battlefield on Hapes. He hadn't been thinking much then. Fighting Drystan Creed with all the zeal of a fanatic, his strength, speed, and reflexes fed by battle meditation, his whole being had been reduced to action and reaction.

"Kinda scary, right?"

Her words did not match her bright smile. Ben nodded his head. "Scary."

"Well, it's a good thing we're learning it properly now! I've seen Jedi use it in fights, and it definitely helps—dodging, striking, getting into position fast. We got this."

He had no doubt she would grasp it quickly. His experience might give him an edge too. Ben turned toward the Grandmaster as she began the lesson, listening intently to her instructions. Speed came with several caveats; it was a draining ability, and somewhat difficult to master. "Perhaps we could try running to that tree over there and back?" Ben suggested, pointing to a sturdy oak a few feet away from where they stood.

Vera Noble​

 

[Azurine Varek]

Breaks? What Breaks?

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 | Lightsaber 2 | Hook Swords

Azzie didn't have much of a chance to respond to the introduction, her mind immediately recalibrating at her words.

Wait. Wait, hold on.

Her mind tripped over itself, trying to process what she had just heard. Master Noble's most recent Padawan? She stared at Eve for a beat longer than was probably polite, gears in her head screeching to a halt before rapidly spinning in the opposite direction.

"You—wait, you're my master's new Padawan?" She blurted, unable to keep the surprise out of her voice. A slow, incredulous grin spread across her face. "Boy, this is interesting. I'm going to have to give Master Valery so much flack later for not telling me about it!" She raised her voice rather loud as she spoke the last sentence, her eyes making direct contact with Valery Noble , her own carrying that signature mischievous spark.

The wild blaze within shining purple eyes immediately softened into something much warmer, a knowing smile soon plastered across Azzie's face. The way Eve's aura looked suddenly made much more sense. She knew those particular spikes in Eve's aura all too well. In fact, they were a direct mirror of the worry she'd had within herself all those months back. She still distinctly remembered the looks from others she didn't know—the whispers as she passed by—as word traveled quicker than she understood that the ancient artifact pulled from carbonite had been immediately taken in by Grandmaster Noble.

The pressure that came with it while she was still trying to understand all she had missed over the 900 years she was lost to time, the confusion as to what someone like Valery could have seen in her to decide to be the one to pick up her training. The weight of carrying a name that everyone recognized except for her and feeling as though she needed to prove herself under it. There were plenty of times she still felt it, that crushing worry that she would never be able to be what was expected of her.

Before Azzie could stop herself, she moved forward to give Everest a quick hug. "Let me tell you a little secret—Anyone who has time to talk chit is usually drowning in it themselves. Just make sure you don't get lost in a pile that isn't yours." She chuckled softly, giving a quick wink. Her voice shifted to a quick tease. She couldn't help herself; the opportunity to offer a bit of levity in this situation was too good to pass up. "Besides, I'll be around to help you out if you need it. I've been told I'm rather good at giving bad advice, so you're in good hands."

The girl's apprehension was obvious, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie for her. It was only a year ago now—give or take—that she was directly in her shoes. "Oh yeah, definitely done this before," she said, laughing softly. "Not that I'm a master at it. I mostly used the technique in fighting or survival before I knew what I was actually doing or that it could be used in other ways, like to run up walls. I'd be lying if I told you I didn't spend the first targeted lessons just trying to figure out how to not eat dust, though."

Everest Vale | Valery Noble​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Open

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Braze was auditing the class, quietly listening to the lesson being given.

His main interest lay with the young Padawans, particularly those who had yet to acquire masters. But his curiosity didn't stop there. He was just as keen on observing the other teachers. He wanted to be a good teacher himself, and that required understanding, patience, and adaptability.

His jade-green eyes held a sharp intensity as he studied the experienced instructors, watching how they spoke, how they carried themselves, and how they handled challenges of teaching. More than anything, he wanted to emulate the qualities he admired in a role model. At the same time, he paid close attention to the students—their strengths, their struggles, and how they overcame them.

Sticking to the outer fringes of the group, he was dressed in plain dark robes, his hands tucked neatly into his sleeves. For now, he chose silence, content to observe and learn.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

TITLE
New Cov Temple
Training Area

I need a vacation…

Laughing at his own cheap joke, Connel was making a quick pit stop to check in and potentially see if Efret Farr was in. After what happened on Jiroch-Reslia he hoped she wasn’t out on location again, looking for more trouble. That was not a negative reflection on the Council Member, but he wanted to be there if she was. Either way, the Shadow wanted to check in and hand over a couple of artifacts from fallen Jedi he had come across.

It was funny how personally he had taken this little mission of his, but it was important to him to bring all of these back.

Walking through and admiring how different the place had looked since the first time he was here, Vanagor was very much an aficionado of internal design and the motif of the place was historical and frankly, quite inspiring.

It was when Connel passed the training area that he saw some kind of commotion, and decided to check it out. Hopefully there was nothing terrible going on as the Shadow was still in his gear. He came across Master Valery Noble who was teaching a class herself full of Padawans, and a Knight or two… there was @Aadhir Nos

Waving, he went to speak, but nothing came out…

Oh yeah

~Hi Everyone. Throat injury, I’ll be okay but it needs time to heal.~

Valery Noble • @Aadhir Nos • VERY Open
~Spoken through the Force~​

 

[Everest Vale]

So many feelings hit Eve all at once.

This is another of Master Noble's Padawans?

A mounting pressure came to her; a mixture of relief, tinged with the intimidation of having someone else to be compared against, to weigh her value against as the Grandmaster's student— and she was so bright, so immediately kind, so clearly experienced, far more than she was. She shrunk a little in her chair.

But the Zabrak's words were warm and gentle with her, more than she thought she perhaps deserved, but that nevertheless did put her at ease. She was talking... a lot, and Eve could do nothing but simply let it unfold before her, sheepishly looking at her like a deer in headlights. But she was strangely endearing, and though she didn't say much in response, Eve did smile, more than once.

The class commenced. Students started practising the simple beginner techniques with one another, and Eve looked nervously to her new peer.

"Um—" She tried to find the words to ask her to go first so she could see how it was supposed to be done, and looked awkwardly at her, as if that would be enough. The prospect of doing anything new like this — in a class she only half-knew no less — made her feel a little uncomfortable to say the least, despite the fact she willingly put herself in the class to begin with. But the reality of the moment set in for her, and awkwardness set in as she fingered the fabric of her sleeve anxiously. Finally, the words came to her. "C-could you show me how it's done, Azzie?"

Azurine Varek​

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Cora nodded along as Master Wrennar spoke, her gaze briefly slipping to the stitches on his forehead before shifting back to his face. The knight let out a thoughtful hum as she looked back to Aadihr.

"I'd be delighted to partner with Padawan Kuhbee," she said. "I haven't had the pleasure of working closely with him yet."

It would also be a chance to test her comprehension in Shyriiwook, too.

Excusing herself from the conversation, Cora paced over to the towering Wookiee. They'd crossed paths a handful of times, but unfortunately had not had the chance for prolonged interaction.

"Hello, Kuhbee," she greeted with a warm smile. The shorter of the two, Cora had to crane her neck back to see his face. "Would you allow me to be your partner for this exercise?"

Kuhbee Aadihr Lidos Garric Wrennar

 

[Vera Noble]

New Cov

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Tag: Ben Khal

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Vera's grin widened at Ben's suggestion, her multicolored eyes glinting with excitement. "Oh, that's a great idea!" she said, practically bouncing on her heels. "But, y'know, maybe just make sure not to run into the tree." She shot him a teasing wink before turning to face their makeshift finish line.

Alright. Time to see if all that talk translated into action.

Taking a steadying breath, she closed her eyes for just a second, reaching out with the Force. She could feel it — like an unseen current, thrumming beneath her skin, waiting to be tapped into. All she had to do was let go and... the moment she did, the world blurred.

For a split second, it was amazing — wind whipping past her, ground disappearing beneath her feet faster than she could process. She was flying — until, suddenly, she wasn't. Her foot snagged on absolutely nothing. The next thing she knew, she was tumbling forward at high speed, arms flailing wildly as she lost all control. Gravity did the rest.

With an undignified oof, Vera hit the dirt, rolling once before landing flat on her back, staring up at the sky in stunned silence.

For a heartbeat, she just laid there.

Then, after a brief pause, she let out a breathless laugh. "Okay," she groaned, lifting a hand weakly to give a thumbs-up. "Not my smoothest move." She turned her head slightly to glance at Ben, grinning despite herself. "Your turn," she added, flashing him a cheeky look. "Try not to eat dirt like I did."

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[Azurine Varek]

Breaks? What Breaks?

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 | Lightsaber 2 | Hook Swords

Azzie quickly took a small step backward, realizing pretty quickly by intently reading Eve's aura that she didn't seem to carry the same excitement; more overwhelmed. Reaching up, she brushed a stray piece of her raven black hair behind her ears and out of her face.

"Don't mind me too much. My old team used to tell me I could out-chatter an agitated Acklay when I wanted to." She quipped at her own expense, hoping to lighten her tone a bit. She knew she could be—for lack of better words—rather intense sometimes. Her passion had a tendency to burn as bright as the wildfire in her eyes. The last thing she wanted was to overwhelm Eve, especially when she was already struggling to find her footing.

"C-could you show me how it's done, Azzie?"

Oh. The realization of just how new to this concept Eve really was slapped her across the face. "Yeah—sure, no problem!" She gave a warm yet bright grin, like a beacon to cut through the air of worry. "For something like this, you want to reach within yourself and focus the energy to a focal point. In this case, the feet."

There was a small bush nearby, which made an excellent point of reference. Azzie gave Eve a quick moment before she rolled her shoulders, grounding herself in the moment, letting the energy flow through her muscles. Then, without further preamble, she shot forward. The force surged through her veins like liquid fire, and the world blurred at the edges as she sprinted. Her feet barely touched the ground, and in a breath, she'd rounded the bush and back.

Her stop was far less graceful, however. She was only able to keep herself from faceplanting by the flashes of precognition in her vision giving her the good sense enough to twist to the side and barely catch herself in a forward roll to push back to her feet. "As you can see, I have a bit of a faulty braking system issue that's used to taking the momentum and hitting something with it. Which is why I'm here." She laughed a bit, shaking her head at how ironic it sounded.

"Just don't be afraid to stumble and misstep. It happens to the best of us!"

A part of Azzie wanted to say something else, something reassuring—You're doing fine. You belong here. But she had learned that sometimes, silence was just as important as words (even if she wasn't always able to practice that when her interest got the better of her). So instead, she simply waited, patient and steady, ready to catch Eve if she stumbled but never forcing her forward.

Everest Vale | Valery Noble​

 

[Ben Khal]

Vera seemed to like his idea. She immediately took him up on it, taking off toward the tree. There was no difficulty for her in using Force Speed; Ben supposed that was to be expected from the daughter of the Grandmaster and Carnifex's son. But her control over how fast she went didn't match her capability, and she ended up tripping over her own two feet.

Ben watched her fall face-first on the ground, suppressing a smirk. Hapan boys weren't allowed to laugh at girls even when they ate dirt.

"Okay. Not my smoothest move. Your turn. Try not to eat dirt like I did."

Nodding, Ben turned to face the tree. He adjusted his stance and took a deep breath before setting off at a run. The Force didn't respond. He ended up reaching the tree at a sprint, but it wasn't enhanced. He paused, panting, and turned around, jogging back to where Vera stood. From there he tried again.

And again.

And again.

Finally, on his fourth attempt, annoyance at the tedium of running back and forth turned into power. His feet seemed to leave the ground as he sped across the field, his body moving faster than he ever thought possible. The tree came closer, closer, looming in front of him. He swerved, missing the tree entirely, flying past it and disappearing over the crest of a hill.

A moment passed, and his figure came back into view. He stopped at the top of the hill, resting his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. But he gave Vera a little wave, to show that he was all right.

Vera Noble​