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Faction [NJO] The Quarren Games- Enhance Attribute training







NEW COV

In the stone temple courtyard of New Cov's Jedi Enclave, a gathering had formed at the center of five towers—each built from the same ancient brick as the courtyard grounds.

Drystan stood on a raised platform before his fellow Jedi, waiting for the crowd to settle. Beside him sat a massive cube of solid stone, easily twice his height and even thicker in depth.

"Good morning," he began, his voice amplified through the temple by a nearby microphone. "I thank you all for showing interest in this class. When I created it, I had a question in mind—one that I want you to not only understand by the end, but to answer for yourselves through action."

He took a step toward the towering stone cube, stopping just an arm's length away.

"So, the question is this: What is power?"

A pause.

"You could ask a million different people and get a million different answers. But I believe the answer is simple—strength, speed, precision, and focus. When all four of these are in harmony—when your body acts as one—you create power."

He gently placed his palm on the stone's surface. Then suddenly, his eyes flared with intensity. The Force flowed through him. His back foot drove into the ground, hips twisting and his muscles firing in sequence—lower back, shoulder blade, bicep, forearm, and finally his palm.

A deafening crack rang out as debris burst from the impact point. Despite the minimal distance, a large, fractured cavity now marred the stone where his palm had struck.

"What you just saw," Drystan continued, "was power—specifically, the Force-enhanced application of each component working in perfect sequence. It began with my foot and flowed through my body, all the way to the strike."

He gestured to the five stone spires that surrounded them, each entrance veiled in shadow. Beside every entryway, a sign marked the purpose of the trial within.

"Four of these obstacles are designed to train and refine each of the components of power. The final one will test your ability to apply all four in concert."
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The Gravity Pillar
Do you even lift? A stone-and-metal column rests on a pressure plate deep within the ground. Using only your body and Force-augmented strength, you must lift the pillar straight upward.
Succeed if: You lift the pillar and trigger the plate's green light. You can lift the pillar higher for bragging rights.
Laser Corridor
No green lights here, only red ones. A corridor of motion-triggered lasers and stun bolts designed to test reflexes and foresight. Jedi must dash, flip, roll, and duck their way through an ever changing gallery of obstacles. One hit and you have to start over.
Succeed if: You reach the far end untouched. The quicker the better.
Button Wall
Don't touch that button! A flat, vertical wall spans the training chamber, lined with hundreds of tiny, finger-sized buttons—no larger than a pebble. When the trial begins, a randomized pattern of green and red buttons lights up across the surface. Your task is to use only the Force to press every green button without touching a single red one. It starts simple: a few lights, slow pace. Then more appear, moving or flickering rapidly
Succeed if: You complete two rounds without accidentally pressing a red button.
The Chamber of Reflection
A suspended obsidian mirror reflects a twisted version of yourself, whispering into your ear your deepest doubts, fears, and flaws. The chamber monitors your heart rate, emotions, body language and sound.
Succeed if: You withstand two minutes of uninterrupted exposure without flinching, speaking, or letting your emotions spike.
The Zero Inch Punch
A monolithic slab of stone. Approach. Plant your feet. Place your palm against the stone. Then—punch it. From zero distance. No momentum. You must put all of your learnings into one explosive burst.
Succeed if: You break the surface of the stone no matter how small the crack or dent.
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Parties That Expressed Interest: Aris Noble Aris Noble Jonyna Si Jonyna Si Corazona von Ascania Corazona von Ascania Gem-in-Trash Gem-in-Trash Valery Noble Valery Noble Rath Nihro Rath Nihro Kellen Mynn Kellen Mynn Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor Tel Ahren Tel Ahren Braze Braze BB-610 BB-610 Reina Daival Reina Daival Ezorea Zethussaln Ezorea Zethussaln

OOC Note:
Feel free to have your character complete the trials in however order you wish. Each objective has multiple copies of the same trial in their respective temples so more than one person can go in at a time. You can use the temple grounds to socialize in between trials or even apply what you learned on your fellow participants (with consent of course!).

Drystan is also available to interact with.

Special thanks to Corazona von Ascania Corazona von Ascania for helping with the banner.
 

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Outfit: Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery stood near the edge of the courtyard, arms loosely folded as she watched the gathered students settle into place. The sun filtered gently through the foliage overhead and beamed against her cheeks. She always loved that feeling. She wore simple training robes today — dark brown with a sleeveless tunic and fitted gloves, a departure from her usual jumpsuit Her lightsaber, as always, hung at her hip.

But today, it wasn't her weapon that made her feel grounded. It was the energy in the air — focused, eager, humming with anticipation as Drystan stepped forward and addressed the crowd.

Her amber eyes tracked him carefully, a flicker of a smirk curving her lips as the massive stone cracked under his palm.

Power. The word echoed in her mind. Not in the dangerous way it sometimes did, but in the measured, deliberate manner that Drystan presented it. Controlled. Harmonized. Earned. Valery tilted her head slightly as she listened, eyes drifting toward the stone spires that ringed the courtyard.

She hadn't come intending to participate. She was here to observe, to guide if needed. But as she watched students rise and make their way toward the spires, something stirred. A whisper in the Force. Or maybe it was just the competitive edge she never quite lost. She glanced down at her gloves, flexed her fingers, then turned her gaze toward the first spire — the one marked Strength. A slow breath filled her chest, then exhaled just as evenly.

Maybe she should participate as well?



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CORIN
NEW COV JEDI TEMPLE | NEW COV
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He came as an observer.

Corin sat near the training grounds, able to oversee them from somewhere on high. His leg lay dangling over the edge while the rest of him leaned against an old, stone wall, in a loose garb of open-chested tunic. His boot occasionally kicked or twitched, it was anyone's guess. He yawned, waiting.

New Cov felt not so dissimilar to Taris, yet unburdened by the darkness that enveloped it. A peaceful place.

Though not in need of a student, he was interested enough to see which had potential enough to his liking.


 

Location: New Cov Jedi Enclave
Tags: Open
Lightsaber - Pequod
Leg - Anchor



Reina stared at each of the signs, her eyes taking in the words of which trial laid inside each of the spires. Two of them would be relatively simple in her mind. The Trial of Strength would be somewhat simple. She had some experience with lifting from being out at sea. Even as a child she had been lifting things that she shouldn't have normally had the strength to do. It had always been a sense of pride for her, made her believe she belonged on the Crew. Now it was potentially going to be another source of pride for her, as she made sure her strength was on the level she needed it to be at.

The second trial she felt she would excel at would be that of Precision. Out at Sea, you always needed to be aware of everything going on. Focused on doing what you were assigned instead of worrying about what others were doing. Having to use the Force exclusively for the button presses might be difficult, but she had been working somewhat on her precision. She wasn't as confident in her skills as she was with the Trial of Strength...but she had to have belief in herself if she was going to manage to complete these trials. She didn't have a Master to believe in her, to teach her what she needed...So she just had to hope that her own self-teaching was going to be good enough.

However the next two trials...Reina had very little faith in herself. The Trial of Speed was going to be problematic for her no matter what. As much as the Anchor was starting to feel natural for her to use as a part of herself, it could still get into the way. There was always the option of taking off the Prosthesis...It would take a bit of time and effort, but she had already practiced plenty with Ataru with one leg. Her face had taken the brunt of most of her missteps and accidents but it was possible that she could excel at it...Like always, she just needed to have faith in herself. Faith that she could do this...

There was one main trial that would cause her issues before the final one. The Trial of Focus. She already saw a twisted version of herself whenever she looked in a mirror, and it still shook her everytime. The voice that spoke in the back of her mind that was constantly trying to lead her to despair. To give up. Her physical strength was great, but when it came to her mental and emotional strength, Reina was sorely lacking...which is why she chose the Trial of Focus to be her first challenge. Making her way towards the Spire as she went through her own thoughts...Come to think of it, she might be able to do this. She was facing her darkness nearly every day now, and people still believed in her. She didn't have to be Reina she thought she was. She had to be the one that Valery believed in. That Everest believed in. Her doubts, fears and flaws were all a part of herself...but she controlled them.​
 
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WATCHING THE FUN
New Cov
Temple



An Obstacle Course.

He loved these.

So much that he ran one daily, often “two a days” in the snow.

Of course the … course… that Caltin ran was ridiculous, some may have considered it “life threatening” at times, but it was what he knew. How he pushed himself every day to be that much better than those who threatened those who could not stand for themselves.

What he saw when he came here though was, thought provoking. Pyres?

He did not come to participate, he came to simply watch, and to simply look around the Temple.

Nice digs… A quiet joke to Valery, who looked to be watching with some levels of concern. While he could understand, and it was not his place to interfere, the big man felt that they needed to feel the way they felt to understand the potential threat they might be entering, even if they weren’t.

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Trial of Strength
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Interacting with: OPEN

The Gravity Pillar
Do you even lift? A stone-and-metal column rests on a pressure plate deep within the ground. Using only your body and Force-augmented strength, you must lift the pillar straight upward.
Succeed if: You lift the pillar and trigger the plate's green light. You can lift the pillar higher for bragging rights.

Zaiya gently gnawed at her lower lips as her opal blue eyes narrowed in concentration. She stood waiting among a small group of her peers as one by one, they each took a stab at trying to lift the massive stone and metal column resting on the pressure plate.

They were supposed to use only their bodies and Force augmented strength to pick it up -- something that would be totally super easy for Aris Noble Aris Noble to do. He did that every day.

For Zaiya, as a Lovalla? Not so much.

However, Iris Arani Iris Arani and Domxite had been helping strengthen and train her body with daily drills and part of that included using the Force to enhance her strength. Aris had taught her a bit of that before, and while she certainly hadn't picked up a huge boulder before, she could take all she learned thus far and see if she could apply it now.

.... and just maybe she could lift it high enough for bragging rights too!

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Tag: Zaiya Ceti Zaiya Ceti
Objective: Support his Padawan!

Shan knew he needed to do his own training, but that wasn't why he was here. He wanted to support his Padawan. Shan felt like he hadn't done much for Zaiya Ceti Zaiya Ceti since his return to the Order, and the discussion him and Iris Arani Iris Arani had about them co-mastering for the Lovalla. All of his own studies and learning was put on hold for now, to support her. And so he stood towards the back of the group, watching Zaiya quietly, whilst glancing over the others preparing to take on the stone.

He hoped this was something she could excel at. The Mirialan had faith in her control of the Force when it came to enhancing herself. It was somewhat similar to the Soft to Solid technique he had taught her. Perhaps easier, since it was far simpler to see progress in that kind of ability and less painful. For now, Shan just planned to be a silent pillar of support for Zaiya if she needed it. He could try to shout out words of encouragement but he didn't want to be a distraction for the others taking part.
 

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There was an air of excitement that Gem was feeding on, and everyone could feel it. Gem-in-Trash was quickly making a name for herself for volunteering for events and missions, and she was eager to meet people. As people started assembling and conversating and going off to the various trials, Gem's attention was everywhere, on everything, all at once. The girl was bouncing between saying hello to Valery Noble Valery Noble to introducing herself to Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor and cheering on Zaiya Ceti Zaiya Ceti and offering to help Drystan Creed Drystan Creed and asking Corin Trenor Corin Trenor a million questions. Not that any of this was particularly relevant, her excitement was just unfocused and out of control. The Cathar girl still didn't have a Master, and her attention was divided from all the stimuli. If she wasn't set upon one of the tests and put back on track, she would wear herself out from all the running around before she ever had the chance to try.


Open - Can you focus the fluff?
 
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Tel had clearly misunderstood the class offering.

He had assumed it was going to be teaching the ability to begin with, the sort of class to help broaden everybody's experience. Evidently, it was geared more towards those who already had a bit of a clue what they were doing, training and refining their skills. Not learning a brand new one. Or, if it was meant for the latter as well, it was delivered in the sort of absolute sink-or-swim method that he knew he'd be hopeless at anyways.

He could stare at an immovable pillar or try to run through a hail of stun bolts all week long if he wanted, he already knew he wasn't going to just figure out how to suddenly make himself stronger or faster unless it was in the most wrong way he could. Nothing like that came to him on its own. Not willing to just give up, however, he resolved to go and ask one of the more experienced ones around—

He stepped towards Drystan, only for a short Cathar to instantly preempt him. He'd have to wait his turn, he supposed. He looked over, saw the grandmaster herself was watching...and the Cathar girl was instantly next to her as well. Good enough for him, knowing that master Noble was watching them would only make him a bit more nervous about failing to deliver. Some knight he didn't know, one older man he thought he recognized but still didn't know...

The Cathar Padawan was with them as well.

He blinked in surprise. How was she doing that, and how was he even going to get to asking anyone for help if he was having to wait his turn on her every single time? It almost seemed like even if he went to someone he watched her leave he might just see her there in front of them again before he could even walk up.


"Why do I feel dizzy..."
 

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Location: New Cov, Stone Temple Courtyard
Tags: Gem-in-Trash Gem-in-Trash
The towering Valkyrie stood off to the side, watching as people gathered and the excitement in the air seemed to double over itself. Hearing about Knight Drystan’s plans, Katherine had been curious to see how they would turn out. A series of trials for Padawan and Knights alike, to test their current level of skill and ability.

Initially, the redhead wasn’t intending on taking part, but then she remembered one of the tenets Kahlil had instilled into her during her Padawan training.

You never stop learning, even when you become a Master.

And admittedly, Katherine was interested in further testing the limits of her body. She knew she was strong, durable too after helping Aris control more of his insane strength. But it had been a while since the Valkyrie had put her speed, precision and focus to the test, especially in quick succession.

Katherine crossed her arms, her attention and focus on Drystan as he began to speak, standing atop his position on a raised platform. But it quickly shifted as she spotted a speedy little Cathar practically zipping around.

I feel like someone fed her way too much sugar this morning…

She watched the young Cathar speed around, greeting a number of faces that were familiar to the Valkyrie. Katherine shook her head, doing her best to stifle a laugh at the reactions Gem was causing. The redhead had heard tidbits here and there about the Cathar, of her being a hyperactive ball of energy, and always eager to volunteer whenever someone needed help.

A thought lingered in Katherine’s mind, only for a few moments before the redhead made up her mind. Uncrossing her arms, the redhead strode over to where Gem was.

The closer she got, the more Katherine could’ve sworn the teenage Cathar was vibrating with excitement. “You must be a Gem, I’ve heard quite a bit about you.” Katherine spoke softly, dropping to one knee so she wasn’t practically looming over the small Padawan.

Is there a particular trial that interests you?” She asked, despite suspecting a high likelihood the answer would be ‘all of them’. “What about the Trial of Speed?” Katherine inquired, an idea crossing her mind in that moment, the only pause however was debating whether it would be…responsible to do. “I bet you can’t beat the record.

There was no such record, at least as far as Katherine was aware. But she had a feeling there was a competitive spirit within Gem.

 
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| LOCATION: New Cov Jedi Temple, New Cov |
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An obstacle course! Oh, how fun — the Jedi truly never ceased to impress. He’d grown to rather enjoy these spectacles, having attended a great deal of them in his time as Valery Noble Valery Noble 's droid. BB-610 had arrived with her, of course, both to marvel at the triumphs of his peers and to support his dear friend when she inevitably caved to the itch compelling her to join.

Try as she might, he knew Valery far too well to know her time on the sidelines would end sooner than later — it’s why one of many tool-bay disks had come primed with celebratory confetti.

The intent was simple: a test of one’s innate talent to commune with the Force, lending its power to tick an array of proverbial boxes. BB-610 sat in pensive thought, his central optic narrowed; what an honor it must be, he mused, to be blessed with the ethereal.

He’d amassed quite the repertoire of achievements — life as Valery’s loyal astromech was seldom boring, after all — and yet in spite of that, one thing remained everlasting.

He was just an astromech, something the galaxy took great joy in reminding him ad nauseum.

A rumbling within his core, tailended by a synthetic little raspberry blown at nobody in particular. BB-610’s desire to become something greater than himself had grown rather obtrusive following the acquiring of his very own kyber crystal.

Far too much personality in this once skittish machine, owed to a millennium devoid of memory wipes.


She glanced down at her gloves, flexed her fingers, then turned her gaze toward the first spire — the one marked Strength.

The droid’s musings came to an end, eyeing the Jedi as she took to the stage. A giggle is stifled. He’s really not surprised.

There was no conceivable way for him to partake, intrusive thoughts aside. BB-610 was inorganic, untouched by the Force. He would be racing without a leg, climbing without an arm. The odds were stacked against him, overwhelmingly so; he needn’t have his calculations tell him that.

Valery was a bad influence, though. That very same competitive itch in her had rubbed off on him — an irrational stubbornness that did wonders at drowning out the objective facts served up by cold analytics.


. . .

The Trial of Speed was as good a start as any.
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Certain aspects of augmentation came easier to Cora than others. She opted to first test her mettle against the gravity pillar in the Trial of Strength.

"Where did he procure…"

Trailing off, Cora pressed the palm of her flesh hand to the stone. The good thing about this task was the lack of time limit. The difficult thing was the strength required to move such a heavy object. Through her fingertips, she felt not only the cool surface of the pillar, but its solid composition. The metal core felt different in the Force, somehow. Not in a way that could be easily described. Less porous than the stone, perhaps.

Given the popularity of this lesson, it was fortunate that Drystan ensured that there were several stations to each trial so that things moved smoothly. Cora reached out with her prosthetic arm now, encircling as much of the column as she could in an awkward bear hug. Bent slightly at the knees, she attempted a brief pull upward as a test of her own raw strength with a grunt.

The pillar didn't budge. She would have liked it to.

This time, she guided the Force from the ground upward. It flowed through her legs, grounding her stance, up into her core and down along her arms. Her muscles worked, fibers twitching faster than she remembered. The pillar wobbled in place slightly. Cora grit her teeth tightly, a murmur of exertion emanating from the back of her throat as she strained. The servos of her cybernetic hand whined.

Finally, she managed to lift it just high enough – and just long enough – for the green light to flash. A pleasant chime accompanied her success, and Cora dropped the pillar back onto the plate with a gasp.

While exiting the tower, she rubbed at her sore fingers.
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Someone declaring that they'd heard 'a lot about her' usually meant that it was a generally positive thing, with an understanding that it wasn't all grand. Normally, this put Gem on the defensive - and a good defense was a good offense.

But then she gazed upon her eyes upon her.

Tall, glowing, with sharp golden eyes and magnificent wings. Gem had spent much of her life surrounded by larger-than-life warrior women. Jedi, martial artists, officers. Her mom. No matter how tall they actually were, they always seemed to be huge. And this Valkyrie literally huge, towering over her, and powerful in the Force.

She immediately had Gem's attention.

"Thank you, Ma'am," Gem said, bowing slightly to Katherine Holt Katherine Holt as she stood up straight, "I hope it's mostly good? What, uh, is your name?"

She looked at the different challenges, her gaze looking to the Trial of Speed, "It seems like the one I'm best suited for. But I can't help but wonder if that's the easy answer."

Gem opened her jacket, revealing her recently completed Lightsaber, a curved Duelist's saber, "I recently made a decision to seek more balance and discipline. Not always taking the easy way. So I'd like to do all of them, if I can."

She looked up at the Valkyrie again. She had challenged Gem to seek the record, and it greatly appealed to her. She was, after all, fast as fluff.

"I suppose there's no harm in starting where I know I'm already good? After all, who says these can't be fun? I think I should get started."

Gem darted towards the Trial of Speed, only for her to get cut off by a BB droid at the last moment. She hissed at it in surprise and frustration, but there was no real offense; there were plenty of chambers for her to try.

Gem did, indeed, find the Trial of Speed to her liking. She thought of the demonstration, and channeled the Force through her arms and legs, running on all four limbs as she ducked and weaved through the lasers and stun shots. It was a natural fit for her, and she had long fostered her speed as a favored attribute. With the Force flowing through her, she achieved even greater agility, getting through the course with ease.

Gem returned to Master Holt, "Did you see that? It's like I say! I'm fast as fluff!"

Gem fidgeted in place, almost doing a little dance, "Which one do you think I should do next? I think I'll do all of them first, and then if I want to try and beat any records, I'll do them again."
 
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Enhance Attribute.

It was a simple name, considering everything it covered. Everything Aris could do, everything he was, this ability described. Was that was this was for him, then? Was it that this body of his that had been crafted was meant to be always using that ability? Or was there something more to it than that? When he did the training with the Ysalimiri, it wasn't like he was suddenly weaker.

So what was it?

His mind was still sorting out all the information he'd learned just reading up on the ability. His heightened senses, strength, speed, all of it certainly matched the capabilities others could do with it. The trials themselves seemed to mirror that, save for the trial of Reflection. A part of him dreaded that one, which was why he decided to go down the list.

First, strength.

Aris was still mulling over the thoughts as he casually lifted the pillar straight from the ground, holding it overhead as if he was doing his usual weight training back home.

"What makes me so different?"

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Ezorea lingered near the edge, arms folded, white hair catching the light breeze. The lesson on Enhance attributes was in full swing—movement, enhancement, channeling strength into the physical. She watched as one student after another stepped forward, laid their hands on the stone, and drew power from within. Most managed it with ease. Some even reveled in it.

When it came her time, she approached in silence. The stone loomed, humming faintly with energy. She pressed her hands to its surface and closed her eyes, reaching inward for the strength they all said was there.

Nothing happened at first. Then, with a clenched jaw and a deep breath, she pushed again—harder this time. The stone shifted. Barely. Just enough to prove she wasn't completely out of place. But it was weak, and she knew it. As the instructor gave her a nod and moved on, Ezorea stepped back, hiding her frustration behind a blank stare.

This wasn't where she thrived. Not with raw force. She glanced around at the others, still pushing, still glowing with that energy she couldn't quite grasp. Her mind wandered—quietly, precisely—toward the other trials. There were skills she owned. Disciplines where focus and control mattered more than muscle. Her path lay there. She just had to wait for it.
 






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Drystan watched as the crowd began to disperse into their preferred trials, a cigarette balanced between his fingers as he took a drag, seated casually on the edge of the stage.

Observing Jedi of all ranks moving to and from the tests he had developed brought a rare smile to the Shadow's face. He had to admit—he liked this more than working in the dark. Being holed up in the dregs of Nar Shaddaa, waiting to bust a weapons deal, was familiar. Comfortable, even. But this was different.

Passing on his knowledge, sharing his views on how the Force should be courted and cultivated—it was something he hadn't expected to enjoy as much as he did. In a way, it honored his late Master. By teaching others the way he was taught, he carried forward the lessons once passed down to him.

Maybe this instructing thing wasn't so bad after all.

His eyes swept across the training grounds, landing on those who weren't currently engaged in a trial—some resting, others chatting quietly among themselves.

"Break a nail over there, Caretaker?" he called out to Corazona von Ascania Corazona von Ascania , nodding toward her after she wrapped up the Trial of Strength.

Then his gaze shifted to Tel, the Padawan looking somewhat adrift amidst the temple's controlled chaos.

"Hey, kid. Something on your mind?" Drystan motioned for him to come closer, his tone easy but open—ready to help with whatever was weighing on the younger Padawan.

Tel Ahren Tel Ahren
 



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A W A K E N I N G



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It was interesting to see what sort of training courses that the Jedi had gone through to get where they were. Of course, the battlefield gave the most experience as Rath could attest for that. However, the Force in particular was very much like training a muscle when it came to the body. In this case it was quite literally.

The dark haired man had remained off to the side as he strayed away from everyone, the duets of yellow that burned like a calm flame were focused not just on students, masters, or even the obstacle itself. Instead he was more focused on simply trying to block the plethora of scents that burned his nostrils. Some of them were sharp like cinnamon or charcoal, some sweet and comforting like chamomile, and others were a mixture of herbs as they mingled together from being in such close proximity to each other. Well… close proximity when it came to his nose at least.

As for the reason why Rath was here, well, he was just as confused as most would be. However in some form of fashion a certain old timer thought it would serve as something of an opportunity for him to ‘mingle’ with the other Jedi. Even amongst the Eternal Empire, Rath didn’t really attend parties or gatherings such as this. Not directly at any rate, but it was better than potentially disrespecting a noble or a Sith Lord from how they stink worse than the sewers.

Regardless, Rath had no intention of participating in this obstacle course. Not that he couldn’t, but more like he shouldn't. Ever since he had been out of the cage and could feel the Force flow through him again once more. It was like someone had placed steroids onto his senses from how sensitive he was. Rath raised a hand to cover his mouth and nose as the scents from the Force had grown strong enough that he could taste the Force. It was enough to give a man a headache, or maybe it was just him.

He just hoped that his presence, however dark it might be in the eyes of the Force, didn't disturb the students from their training. Whether it would be another soldier, Sith, or Jedi. Growth was a crucial part of change. Preferably for the better... One that Rath had yet to fully adopt himself.


 
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After managing to keep himself from getting too dizzy watching the Cathar girl scurry around—something helped quite a bit thanks to the extremely tall knight that showed up and directed her elsewhere—Tel had spent most of his time watching the others as they went through the spires and tackled the trials within. Hoping through observation to gain something while waiting for one of the knights or masters who weren't taking part to be available for some questions. Somewhere along the line he'd picked up a couple of pebbles, absent-mindedly tossing them between his hands.

Of course, given that he was focusing on what everybody else was doing, he had forgotten that Drystan Creed Drystan Creed was available now that the Cathar girl was busy. Drystan, however, had not gone without noticing him. Worse yet, he called out at him right after making fun of...

Oh. That's not just another Jedi. She's on the council.

Well, it appeared the failure to deliver was going to become obvious after all, though at least he could still turn it around so that it was on his own terms and not quite so embarrassing. Even if none of the really seasoned knights or masters would actually want it to feel that way, they could probably all remember being Padawans and getting embarrassed by this sort of thing, somewhere.

"Yeah, I, uh...must've misread the announcement," he admitted, more than a little sheepishly. The pebbles he'd been tossing around came to rest in each of his hands and he shrugged at the knight. "Didn't realize it was geared towards the people who already know what they're doing and getting better at it, is all. Think you might be offering more of a beginner's class sometime?"
 
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The Galaxy Spins On
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Weapons: Lightsaber 1 | Lightsaber 2 | Hook Swords

If I have one more kriffing doctor telling me not to leave Coruscant, I'm absolutely going to lose it.

The thought crossed Azzie's mind as she made her way across the New Cov temple. It was just another thing she probably shouldn't be doing, not without supervision, at least. She was pretty sure there would be plenty of that here, though, and was prepared for that supervisor to be unhappy with her as well, but she was so sick of being trapped. She'd spent weeks behind cold, unfeeling metal walls—already missing so much as the galaxy continued to spin.

The moment she stepped onto the training grounds, she spotted them— Corazona von Ascania Corazona von Ascania , always so poised and composed. Aris Noble Aris Noble nearby, radiating that strength he was known for. And—of course— Valery Noble Valery Noble , her master, standing with that familiar watchful calm that could freeze a forest fire.

Chit.

She swore under her breath and ducked behind a taller Padawan as if that would do any good. She really didn't want to hear the earful of a scolding she was going to get if they noticed her.

Azzie pulled her hood up over her head, hoping to remain a nameless face in the crowd, but deep down she knew it was damn near impossible to hide completely. Especially not when her lungs had yet to fully heal, there were still half-healed bruises and gashes across any exposed skin, and there was a possibility of reopening internal wounds if she wasn't careful. Despite the physical resilience and quicker natural healing of her people, her body could still only withstand so much before it had buckled. She may have lasted longer than most, but did that even matter in the end? Clinging to the tan cloak wrapped around her, she found herself scanning the field for any form of cameras, a fear lacing the edges of her amethyst gaze even after that.

Deep breaths. It's fine. You're fine.

Besides, she had done similar things before, even when she hadn't known what it was she was doing and long before she became a rebel. She'd always had a natural connection to it. In a way, this training should be familiar. Easy, even.

She eyed the massive pillar for a moment. Others had already stepped up, some succeeding, some straining before stepping aside. She set her feet shoulder-width apart (ignoring the protest from old wounds), grounded herself, and drew in a deep breath. But as her fingers brushed the cool surface of the pillar and she moved to lift, she felt an unfamiliar resistance. The Force, which usually flowed through her without hesitation, seemed to pull back as if unwilling to cooperate.

Her weakened muscles screamed almost instantly, her body shaking from the attempt. The stone barely lifted before it dropped with a dull thud. Azzie stumbled back, catching herself on her knees and pressing a hand to her ribs. The strain of the attempt twisted her gut. Her chest heaved. And then the cough hit—sharp, wracking, deep. She turned her head, arm over her mouth, but it didn't help. Finally, the coughing eased, but her jaw clenched so tight it ached.

Technically, according to the green light, she had passed... only just barely.

Her head slumped forward, black hair casting a shadow across her face while her own disappointment flared wild through her eyes. Yet, she turned her attention to the next one.



 
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Trial of Strength
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x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Shan Shan | OPEN

Zaiya's breath caught as her name was called. Her hands flexed unconsciously at her sides, the pads of her fingers glowing faintly with a silvery edge as the nerves sparked through her limbs in a flicker of nervousness. Not just because she was coming up next, but also because of that tickle in her senses, like static brushing too close to her skin. Confident. Strong. Predictably impressive. And nearby, just out of her peripheral vision. Aris.

Nope. Focus.

Zaiya's gaze moved quickly past the other Padawans, Knights, and even Masters attempting their merit at the trial. Yup, the Trial of Strength grounds were busy today, other hopefuls locked in their own challenges, some shouting, some laughing, some dead silent in meditation. Faces she knew. Faces she didn't.

But one stood out.

Master Shan stood quietly toward the back of the group, arms loosely folded. His presence, calm and familiar, made her smile as her mottled spots shimmered in faint turquoise hues of gratitude and happiness at seeing the Mirialan.

She rolled her shoulders back, took a grounding breath, and stepped forward.

Soft to solid.

She layered the focus into her hands and arms first then extended it, channeling the Force down into her core, her legs. Strength didn't just come from one place. It was harmony. Flow.

Zaiya crouched low, fingers curling under the edge of the dense column. Her eyes narrowed. Muscles trembled. The Force sang through her veins.

And slowly... ever so slowly, the pillar rose.

It didn't shoot up like Aris's had. She didn't levitate it overhead in some magnificent arc of victory. But it lifted, clear of the pressure plate, her arms locked and jaw tight with effort. A faint teal glow shimmered along her spine, quiet joy breaking through the concentration.

When she finally set it down gently and carefully, she let the air out of her lungs in a laughing puff.

"I did it!" Okay, so maybe she couldn't quite help herself, her skin flushing under a dancing wave of luminescent hues and color changes in gold-flecked pride as she gave a beaming grin.

Quickly she went bounding over towards Shan Shan with a wide grin.

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