The Mentor
Oh, he was starting to loathe anything to do with Effekt.
It had become a destination of ill will for him. Seeing hung people in the windows, Sith in the cupboards, the Jedi Grandmaster getting on his case for one of his visits after one of their arseclown council members tried to sabotage him for pure spite, finding out his DNA was used to make a super force child and that the woman he'd been having relations with (Albeit out of enjoyment rather then a traditional sort) in some fashion had been karking every force user in sight for said DNA.. Oh! And getting brought here along with all the other guys, and her boyfriend, to find out about said super daughter. Joy, oh joy! And now, Nimue had decided it was time that he met this "daughter" of his.
The idea was a mixed bag for him. He had promised to be there for her when he could, and meeting her was just a part of that. He was interested to see if she held any of his features, at all. Or if his DNA was simply power and force-related, which honestly wouldn't surprise him whatsoever. But at the same time, it was a cause for frustration for the Jedi Master. To a man who the most he wanted in life was a wife and a child, a traditional family, a home and family life to settle down in... This was a nightmare. The opposite of what he had wanted. A child born of mutations via DNA, from a woman who slept around with several, possibly hundreds of men for the sake of creating a child with all of their DNA... At least as far as he knew... This just didn't feel right. Not to mention... It was the stresses of a child without the joys. He was responsible, because his honor bound him to it, but he knew this would never be the family life he yearned for. The girl had already grown up. Been influenced by factors that he had no part in. He wasn't there to see her grow up, and that partly ate at him.
But he knew he'd accept it in time. If he wouldn't, he'd have never come here.
Hyperspace's glow shone in the windows, but that wasn't on the Jedi Master's mind right now. His frustrations were being vented the only way he knew how - through training. If he was to be plagued by emotions, by frustration... He felt that you might as well put it to use while you're pushing it away from you like the Jedi should.
Joshua was in the training room of the Final Dragon, with laser shooting remote droids floating across the room, firing them at the Jedi Master, who's eyes were closed, the Force acting as his guide. Blaster bolts were firing at him from all directions, and the Jedi Master was deflecting them like a madman, while moving across the room with uncanny agility. The heat in the room had been turned up to over 40 degrees. Sweat beaded across his forehead down to his chin, his golden blonde hair was soaked in his own sweat. He was tired, but looking at him, he was too damn stubborn to show it.
Finally, he called out to the R4 unit working the controls.
"TURN IT UP, R4!" He growled out, an aggressive hint in it. He was in the moment, his instincts had kicked in... Instincts for battle that he hadn't really noticed until recently. He had spent so long trying to be a peaceful diplomat... But something in him yearned for battle.
The droids would begin firing at a more rapid and aggressive pace. His motions became like a blur as he was forced to speed up in order to counter it and preserve himself. While the blaster fire from them wasn't deadly, it could do some damage to him if he wasn't careful and defended himself. So he did what he did best - fight. Of course, he wasn't invincible. He'd been hit several times over during this intense training session. His forehead burned from one of the bolts that had hit him earlier, and blood oozed down his face alongside the sweat. He looked like a madman, a raging lunatic, by the look on his face, and the blood.
Something had changed in him recently... He'd become that fighter again. These were not times of peace, times that he could play diplomat and be a peaceful man surrounded by gumdrops and ice cream... These were times of battle, and once again Josh DragonsFlame had to become the warrior that he was once hailed for being. His teeth gritted, blood and sweat soaked hair in his face, his eyes were determined, fearless... Battle-ready. Joshua would leap toward the wall to avoid a spray of blaster fire that would hit the wall where he'd just launched himself off toward the remotes. One slash brought a remote droid to its destruction, and a war scream followed by a powerful Force Wave in mid-air sent the others flying in different directions. He would look over at R4. "Switch to melee!" He would call as the R4 droid would beep in affirmative before the remotes would suddenly hit the ground, sprouting mechanical arms and legs, with vibroblades for one each being included in the package. Josh would charge forward, adrenaline rushing, coursing through his veins as he would block the first slash from one, batting it aside and stabbing forward into where the head would be, shorting out the droid. Josh would manage to backflip just in time to avoid an ambush from the side, before quickly firing sparks of electricity from his hands, Electric Judgement, that shorted out the second one as well. The third would go for a backstab, forcing Josh to drop his blade and grab the vibroblade with both hands, stopping the blow just in time. He would slam the blade's pommel right into the droid before picking up his lightsaber and cleaving them in two.
It was a shame, he'd have to re-assemble them later, with R4's help. But it was worth it for training... To get back into the shape he was in during his glory days. To rekindle that fighting spirit...
Effekt
Hours had passed. Joshua had finished his training and gotten himself cleaned up. He was adorned now in traditional brown Jedi robes, the hood up as he would step out of the Final Dragon once it had landed. He knew Morgana would be expecting him soon, and she was likely waiting for him. The Jedi Master, hood up and all, would walk briskly across the bridge toward the palace, glancing around to see if he could find the woman from the pictures...
This would certainly be interesting. The adrenaline still had a flicker in his body, but he seemed calm, cool and confident. His expression told no story. Just seriousness. Business. The frustration that had plagued him earlier had all but disappeared... His mind was clear. Free of distractions. Free to focus on the task at hand.
This would be a day to remember. Look out, Morgana... Daddy's home.
[member="Morgana Forceborn"]
It had become a destination of ill will for him. Seeing hung people in the windows, Sith in the cupboards, the Jedi Grandmaster getting on his case for one of his visits after one of their arseclown council members tried to sabotage him for pure spite, finding out his DNA was used to make a super force child and that the woman he'd been having relations with (Albeit out of enjoyment rather then a traditional sort) in some fashion had been karking every force user in sight for said DNA.. Oh! And getting brought here along with all the other guys, and her boyfriend, to find out about said super daughter. Joy, oh joy! And now, Nimue had decided it was time that he met this "daughter" of his.
The idea was a mixed bag for him. He had promised to be there for her when he could, and meeting her was just a part of that. He was interested to see if she held any of his features, at all. Or if his DNA was simply power and force-related, which honestly wouldn't surprise him whatsoever. But at the same time, it was a cause for frustration for the Jedi Master. To a man who the most he wanted in life was a wife and a child, a traditional family, a home and family life to settle down in... This was a nightmare. The opposite of what he had wanted. A child born of mutations via DNA, from a woman who slept around with several, possibly hundreds of men for the sake of creating a child with all of their DNA... At least as far as he knew... This just didn't feel right. Not to mention... It was the stresses of a child without the joys. He was responsible, because his honor bound him to it, but he knew this would never be the family life he yearned for. The girl had already grown up. Been influenced by factors that he had no part in. He wasn't there to see her grow up, and that partly ate at him.
But he knew he'd accept it in time. If he wouldn't, he'd have never come here.
Hyperspace's glow shone in the windows, but that wasn't on the Jedi Master's mind right now. His frustrations were being vented the only way he knew how - through training. If he was to be plagued by emotions, by frustration... He felt that you might as well put it to use while you're pushing it away from you like the Jedi should.
Joshua was in the training room of the Final Dragon, with laser shooting remote droids floating across the room, firing them at the Jedi Master, who's eyes were closed, the Force acting as his guide. Blaster bolts were firing at him from all directions, and the Jedi Master was deflecting them like a madman, while moving across the room with uncanny agility. The heat in the room had been turned up to over 40 degrees. Sweat beaded across his forehead down to his chin, his golden blonde hair was soaked in his own sweat. He was tired, but looking at him, he was too damn stubborn to show it.
Finally, he called out to the R4 unit working the controls.
"TURN IT UP, R4!" He growled out, an aggressive hint in it. He was in the moment, his instincts had kicked in... Instincts for battle that he hadn't really noticed until recently. He had spent so long trying to be a peaceful diplomat... But something in him yearned for battle.
The droids would begin firing at a more rapid and aggressive pace. His motions became like a blur as he was forced to speed up in order to counter it and preserve himself. While the blaster fire from them wasn't deadly, it could do some damage to him if he wasn't careful and defended himself. So he did what he did best - fight. Of course, he wasn't invincible. He'd been hit several times over during this intense training session. His forehead burned from one of the bolts that had hit him earlier, and blood oozed down his face alongside the sweat. He looked like a madman, a raging lunatic, by the look on his face, and the blood.
Something had changed in him recently... He'd become that fighter again. These were not times of peace, times that he could play diplomat and be a peaceful man surrounded by gumdrops and ice cream... These were times of battle, and once again Josh DragonsFlame had to become the warrior that he was once hailed for being. His teeth gritted, blood and sweat soaked hair in his face, his eyes were determined, fearless... Battle-ready. Joshua would leap toward the wall to avoid a spray of blaster fire that would hit the wall where he'd just launched himself off toward the remotes. One slash brought a remote droid to its destruction, and a war scream followed by a powerful Force Wave in mid-air sent the others flying in different directions. He would look over at R4. "Switch to melee!" He would call as the R4 droid would beep in affirmative before the remotes would suddenly hit the ground, sprouting mechanical arms and legs, with vibroblades for one each being included in the package. Josh would charge forward, adrenaline rushing, coursing through his veins as he would block the first slash from one, batting it aside and stabbing forward into where the head would be, shorting out the droid. Josh would manage to backflip just in time to avoid an ambush from the side, before quickly firing sparks of electricity from his hands, Electric Judgement, that shorted out the second one as well. The third would go for a backstab, forcing Josh to drop his blade and grab the vibroblade with both hands, stopping the blow just in time. He would slam the blade's pommel right into the droid before picking up his lightsaber and cleaving them in two.
It was a shame, he'd have to re-assemble them later, with R4's help. But it was worth it for training... To get back into the shape he was in during his glory days. To rekindle that fighting spirit...
Effekt
Hours had passed. Joshua had finished his training and gotten himself cleaned up. He was adorned now in traditional brown Jedi robes, the hood up as he would step out of the Final Dragon once it had landed. He knew Morgana would be expecting him soon, and she was likely waiting for him. The Jedi Master, hood up and all, would walk briskly across the bridge toward the palace, glancing around to see if he could find the woman from the pictures...
This would certainly be interesting. The adrenaline still had a flicker in his body, but he seemed calm, cool and confident. His expression told no story. Just seriousness. Business. The frustration that had plagued him earlier had all but disappeared... His mind was clear. Free of distractions. Free to focus on the task at hand.
This would be a day to remember. Look out, Morgana... Daddy's home.
[member="Morgana Forceborn"]
