Not All The Way There.

[Corban Voss]

It had been quite some time after Corban's return from Tammar. Nights seldom passed wherein the deaths of the rescued civilians did not plague his mind and disrupt his thoughts. As a normal man, it might have been deemed terrifying enough, to have to witness the deaths of so many, in such short time. The sickening angle of how their necks bent... The looks upon their faces as they embraced death: frozen in shock, anger, confusion, or a grave combination of all three. ​

​

​

​

Yet, there was no feeling worse than being an instrument of the Force in such a moment. The sudden disconnection of life from the Force was harrowing. Terrifying, even. It sickened Corban's stomach, having to see and feel so much death in one place. The swift rapture of life impacted him so much it's visualization gave him nightmares. Grave terrors of the dark side of the force and its disgusting power to maim and kill as its users chose. He resisted them entirely, the pull to the dark side; The want to have such power easily accessible to him. None of it enticed him now after what he'd felt. ​

​

While he resented the ordeal, he was in a way, thankful for it. Should he not have witnessed how terrible the dark side of the Force could be he might have been more susceptible to its clutches. He thought of it as a sobering reminder to hug the light side of the Force as tight as possible. With this newfound knowledge, the recollections of the experience had been coming less and less frequently as of late, and he was glad he could have hope he would eventualy be spared of the torment he faced as the sun set on Kashyyk. His time spent at the base on Kashyyk was spent in recovery, both of the body, and of the spirit, and though he made an effort to not allow his recovery to affect his training of the lightsaber and of the Force, he found himself spending less and less time training. He would fix that problem soon.​

​

​

Smooth fingers caressed the new steel of his freshly made lightsaber. Navigating the Silver Rest became close to second nature for him. Closing in upon it's training halls had become the same. Despite less time spent training, there was always a time devoted to the act. Corban just noticed himself skipping that devotion more often than he would enjoy recently. Releasing his lightsaber in the walls of the training room, he found his groove and closed his eyes, going through lightsaber forms as best he could without watching. To make it easier for him. To make it something routine. As the training continued, his breathing became heavier. His actions were driven more of passion than of focus, and his lightsaber never lay still as he proceeded. As his mind closed itself off and let his body operate on passion and the feelings from his heart, the entrance to the training hall was left open...​

​

[member="Cassius Droma"]​

 

[Cassius Droma]

Cassius was becoming increasingly busy, which had him more and more at the Silver Rest on Kashyyyk. While he had mostly been roaming the galaxy, seeing whatever sights he could see, exploring wherever, he’d now taken on more responsibility with the Silver Jedi. A head figure of the newly reorganized Pathfinders, Cassius was tasked with making sure they had the right crew and supplies necessary for their flagship, which had yet to be named.

As it was, though, the Jedi Knight still tried to find time to actually train in the Jedi arts. Whether it was within the cargo bay of the Spectre Melody or his personal quarters, he tried to give himself at least a couple hours a day of meditation, study, or lightsaber practice. Since he was actually at the Rest, however, he felt it would be nice to actually use the training facilities.

He made his way over there, making sure to leave his datapad behind so he couldn’t be inundated with messages and requests. Lightsaber hanging from his belt, his footsteps echoed throughout the halls. He passed by a room where he heard the familiar hum of a lightsaber. Stopping for a moment, he peered in, and saw a rather tall, bald man practicing forms. However, his eyes were closed.

It was something Cassius did on occasion – he had trouble with letting go of the physical realm and trusting the Force, so he blindfolded himself during some training exercises. Soon enough, he found himself watching the man longer than he probably should have, mostly out of curiosity. People gave away a lot about themselves from the way they moved and carried themselves.

[member="Corban Voss"]