Faction Soft as Steel, Strong as Silk (Light Hand, Pilgrims, Jedi, Light Side Frens)

[Serya Talith]

Before they arrived

Serya Talith
"Look, I am a pragmatic man. I don't really subscribe to the Force as something we should build a 'church' to. That said I'm just going to ask that we follow a 'live and let live' philosophy here, alright?"

Jacen had recently been introducing Serya to the wider galaxy of philosophies concerning the Force. Now she knew of the Jedi and the sith and what they meant to him.

It felt important for him to lay that marker down on where he stood when it came to building a religion around the Force. It was difficult when he didn't even know if he would call himself a jedi any more.



Arriving and taking a place near the walls, Jacen shot Serya a glance at that comment. She had lost control before, with dire consequences that still plagued her. He hadn't admitted how worried he was about her feinting. By now it was clear to him that it wasn't simple exhaustion. He didn't know what it was.

"Force weapon," he whispered to himself. A technique he had never tried. Fortunately neither he, nor Serya, had lightsaber of their own to place on the rack.

He listened, more interested in this lesson than in trying to shift his luck.

Seyra looked at Jacen, eyes wide and wild at the tension in the room.

"Uh," was all she said, admittedly too distracted to break down the lesson and try to make sense of it. It was, frustratingly, a bit above her level. Jacen hadn't even used some of those words with her before. Now she was suppose to, what, make her book glow like a lightening rod? Not when there was anger in the room.

She knew better than that.

"So this is the... sith group, then?" She wagered on habit, turning in closer to him.

One day, that guess would be right.

Jacen Voidstalker

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

Dreidi was a young teenager, rumours about anything and anyone had credible stock in her opinion. Gossiping was something everyone was doing her age, she tended to try and avoid it or not play too much a part in the rumour, but the peer pressure to get involved was strong. She held no real resentment to the man in front of her, or if anyone was able to peer deeper inside her, the SJC since she truly believed that the Jedi her father helped train and gave his life for would not saddle up with people intent on killing them all. But was that level of introspection available to the young, angst teenager right now. No, she was being petty and it didn't really matter to her if other's were happy with her reaction. It was a dumb comment that wasn't really meant to go into a big thing.

Looking at the guy who was attempting to defend her, she tilted her head. Was she in pain? She didn't feel in pain anymore, time had passed, she had mourned plenty but she had also moved forward, perhaps she was just feeling numb to the pain now. So use to being in pain that she didn't even notice that she was anymore. Was that possible? Could you feel pain for so long that you became numb to it and that was the new baseline of your life? It was all really confusing and she was here to train and learn skills not get into arguments or drive people away from training. "Thought Jedi stood strong in the face of adversity? If you don't care about the rumours of your faction then you would stay, continue the class and keep your head up high. Otherwise, you will be running away and allowing the rumours to follow you and haunt you and your people." It was something she had learnt about rumours, she thought it was something her Master would say, or at least she was paraphrasing it.

Turning her focus back to the staff, she ignored the two, the issue between her and the SJC was not with one man and might not even truly be an issue. She was here to learn, and learn she was going to do. Seemed that there was another female in the class which was a small relief to Dreidi though she seemed to think they were Sith. All the infighting that Jedi tend to do could seem like Sith she figured. However, she didn't respond, it wasn't her place and she had caused enough issues, so she focused on coating the staff in the Force.

Tiland Kortun Caltin Vanagor Jerec Asyr Jacen Voidstalker Serya Talith

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

REDEMPTION IS NEVER OUT OF REACH...​

Location: Church of the Force​

Equipment: Conservator(Lightsaber), Vanguard(Backup Lightsaber)​

Comm-link, Rebreather​

Starship: Starlight Sentinel​

Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music"​

Tag: Dreidi Xeraic Tiland Kortun Jerec Asyr​

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"Wow, that went better than I thought it would."​

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Sitting down, in a more comfortable position than before, he simply gave the girl a look. Her and Master Kortan were the only two in his mind who could make him leave. He did not look at her out of annoyance or disdain or anything. She was grieving and had every right to be angry, regardless of what she had heard and regardless of what he would say, none of it would matter until whoever killed her father was brought to justice. He could respect that, he did in fact. Inwardly he hoped that she would one day realize that nothing she could do or would be done would bring her father back from the Force, but that was for her to come to on her own.​

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Just making sure that you were not subtly asking me to leave. Which I would have. That's all. ​

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Looking to Master Kortan, he nodded.​

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My apologies for any scene I may have caused.​

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Did he acknowledge the mouthy one? No, let him stew over it.​

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...YOU JUST HAVE TO REACH FOR IT.

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[Tiland Kortun]

Dreidi Xeraic Caltin Vanagor Jerec Asyr Jacen Voidstalker Serya Talith

Tiland paced the room, watching as a few jumped ahead to try and work it out. Jerec was making progress with a clever application of Force protect and some of the others were beginning to develop the sense for how to maintain the Force through their work. But in the meantime, the feud that was splintering the Jedi across the galaxy was growing to the forefront. That was not good. He considered for a moment. Anger was beginning to boil up through Jerec, which was not surprising. The man was many things, but he was not and never had been a Jedi.

"That's good progress you're making working the Force Protect around the exterior of the sash," Tiland said, watching the man carefully for several moments as he worked through exercise, and using breath to control his anger. "It's a very unorthodox way, but it can be used for the same end. I have never tried, but I suspect that it protects only from the outside. I am not sure if the Force will be strengthening it on the inside, though."

That sparked a thought and a mischievous glint grew in his eye for a moment before it settled again. All experiences were teaching lessons. And with this conflict brewing even here, far from the Concord and the Galactic Alliance, he would need to do something that might help begin restoring the fractures that were already forming. He let the outbursts pass without comment, only pausing to watch Dreidi.

"You are doing very well," Tiland said approvingly. "It can be difficult to to learn to trust the process and our feelings on how strong the items feel." He nodded as he thought about it. He returned a bow to Master Caltin, but paused, turning back to the young padawan. "You have the right of it that the Force flows through you into the staff. Through the Force, your being and the staff become one, and in time, you will come to feel the strength of the connection.

"On the contrary, Master Caltin. I feel this is the perfect time for training in this." He pulled the sash tight between his hands, absent-mindedly for the moment. "Harmony cannot be cultivated by avoiding confrontation when others have been hurt. Only by embracing the discomfort from such situations, both being hurt, and from perhaps indirectly hurting others, can we move through our pain, our hurt, and our anger to connect to the other as we each truly are. To avoid such work will only foster resentment and bitterness. So I suspect this scene you might have caused is exactly what many of us might have needed from today, even if we had not realized it."

At the comment from the younger woman who had joined them alongside Jacen, Tiland only chuckled. "It does seem that way, doesn't it? It is one of the great ironies of those who follow the Light in this era. We have become so focused on our ideas of what others should be or should do, that we have stopped seeing others as individuals, each with their own path that the Force calls them to, and instead only see groups that are either right in how they agree with us, or wrong when they don't. Yet the Sith, who thrive on ruthlessness and competition, are far more willing to set aside individual differences, if only at the surface level."

He retightened the sash around his hand and returned to the center of the room. "The Force has brought us all here, at this time, for a multitude of reasons. I suspect that means there is something we can all learn from this lesson beyond simply how turn a bottle into a weapon to fight lightsabers with. As we go through today's practice, reflect on these experiences and what we might be able to learn from them." He smiled again, cheekily. "There will be a quiz at the end."

Tiland looked over them all again. "For those of you still unsure how to proceed with this, close your eyes to begin with, and quiet your mind. Let the Force flow through you, filling your very essence, like water that flows through a dry riverbed in a storm." As he spoke, his voice smoothed out, quiet, and gentle as he translated his experiences into words and images. "As it fills you, let your focus shift to the sensation of what is in your hand, and as your focus shifts, feel the energy of the Force follow your focus. Let the focus rest on the object and let the Force flow from your being into the item you are holding. Let the mental motion remain constant so that the objects you're holding become an extension of your body and of your mind."

 

[Jerec Asyr]

Tiland knew his business, knew how to calm and guide a room, and Jerec went with it because he knew the ancient Anzati believed it deeply. Anger faded; shame replaced it, and Jerec came face to face with his own resentments and insecurities. He'd matched the big Jedi for assholery - and he'd surprised himself with how quickly he'd gone from 'low-wattage needling' to 'furious profanity.' Surprised, and unsettled. He liked having these abilities, but the way they interacted with anger brought him back to the more unnerving of Jegy's lessons. The old Sullustan was a reformed Darksider who took this kind of thing seriously but pragmatically. Jegy had never expected Jerec to fully transcend anger. He'd just expected Jerec to keep it on a tight leash.

The kid was fine with the big Jedi staying, and Tiland wanted things to move on. A minute ago Jerec had been ready to throw up his hands and leave. Now he just shook his head tiredly and went back to practicing. He unwrapped and rewrapped the scarf around each fist as Tiland spoke, trying for a more stable and predictable calm.

Would he be sharing a drink with Caltin - or most other Jedi Masters - anytime soon? Not a chance. But he could at least finish the lesson with his mouth shut. He owed Tiland that respect.

Tiland Kortun Caltin Vanagor Dreidi Xeraic Serya Talith Jacen Voidstalker

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Serya Talith

"So no...is what he means. This isn't the sith group."

She was being exposed to more philosophy than she probably wanted to hear today. After this she would probably trudge through snowy mountains just to play with chance cubes again. He lowered his voice to speak to here once the instructor was done.

"Now try and focus, like he said. Because if you do then I'm going to let you try and strike me with a laser sword to see if I'm picking up the lesson."

It was a little advanced for Serya, but he wanted her to experience a range of teaching techniques. Or more accurately: he wanted to see how well a range of teaching techniques worked for her.

 

[Serya Talith]

Serya cracked a grin, his bribe more than motivating her to settle down and give it a try. He had a particular skill in reaching her. Especially where her anxieties were concerned. Jacen's saber skills may be a thing of his past, but his ability to resonate with a struggling student was undeniable. Perhaps one day, he would see that again.

"Deal."

She sat cross legged on the ground, pulling her most recent book from the cloth bag at her side. The instructions were reiterated, easier this time when broken down with a place to start. Serya didn't find them hard to conceptualize. Visualization was the very bases of Jacen's teachings. She used it to fine tune pyschometry.

She used it to lift things.

To sense intention.

To feel the force.

Closing her eyes and visualize it gathering to her was as easy breathing now a days. She felt a rush of warmth suffuse her, her body feeling weightless under the power that poured into her like raging river. The speed in which she did this was lost on her. As was the ease in which she extended it down into the book in her hands.

Within moments, it started to buzz with light. That glow only grew, until the leather cover lit up before her like the sabers of old. She exhaled slowly, a pleasurable thrill hitting her as she opened her eyes.

"I did it." A tentative smile grew across her lips. She nudged Jacen, demanding his attention.

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

She looked a little weird at the giant Jedi Master, he was meant to be a Master right? Like super old, frozen in ice to be even older, something something, she hadn't really paid much attention to his origins when he mentioned them before. But if he was meant to be a Master then shouldn't he outrank her, like not listen to her if she wanted him to leave. It would be polite if he had listened to her, she guessed but still, he could have put her in her place if he wanted and she was sure plenty of other Jedi Masters would have. They could be stiff and annoying like that, but she was surprised all the same that he took her wishes into account. "Well, if I wanted you to go, I wouldn't be subtle like that. No real benefit in being subtle when you don't want someone around. Would just be blunt and tell you, like."

When the teacher wandered around and started commenting on everyone's progress, Dreidi felt a tiny bit of dread. She always underestimated her abilities in the Force and compared herself to others, who were more experienced and had been training for years one on one. She was especially critical of herself in comparison to her parents and sisters, especially Asaraa who was her Master and one of the best Jedi in the CIS, at least in her opinion. Though Dreidi was incredibly bias in that regard. Holding the staff, she looked surprised when Tiland commented on how well she was doing with the power and connecting with the staff. "Oh! Ummmm... Really? Are you sure I am doing it right?" Dreidi asked, unsure how she had done the power so quickly since she assumed she would be terribly slow at it.

Dreidi noticed that the other guy was sticking around and things were settling which was nice, he seemed more distrustful of the Jedi in general but hopefully one day he could find a way to get along with them, especially since training with them was nicer than the Sith, at least what she had heard of Sith training it was brutal and quite cruel at times. Twirling the staff in her hands, she struck it against the Lightsaber and could feel her staff block the blade and the Force absorb the energy of Lightsaber. Her concentration on the power was hard, eyes narrowing as it was bigger challenge than she had expected to actually use the power against a Lightsaber.

Tiland Kortun Jerec Asyr Caltin Vanagor Serya Talith Jacen Voidstalker

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

Fair enough.

Without another word or mind, Caltin went about what he was working on. Closing his eyes, he saw the Force already flowing through his hands, the big guy simply extended that just a bit further. Though instead of keeping the “circuit” in a manner of speaking, he let the bottles become “reservoirs” and soon they became bottles of the Force. At least that is how it looked in his mind’s eye. It was an interesting sight, really because the bottle itself almost looked like it was being transformed.

The full bottle was much the same, only it seemed to glow even further, it appeared as though the density of an object had something to do with the overall concentration one must-have. The big guy was already proficient in much of this as it took focus to warm up for Teras Kasi, but this was a little more intensive, and that actually made for an interesting challenge.

He pushed a little more into the bottles, experimenting if he could manipulate the Force’s density and maybe make this a little more stout. They were just bottles, and he frankly did not see him using this type of skill all that often, but practice makes perfect, right? His eyes were closed, and his focus was on the Force going into these two bottles, filling them with midi-chlorian energy that would weaponize them. His muscle memory and instincts kicked into some sort of “kata”. Caltin was out of arm’s reach of everyone but seemed to be moving by instinct into defensive and attack positions, even throwing a swipe of two in. This was not planned, it looked as if by habit. No, he was not showing off, at least he wasn’t trying to anyway.

He made his peace with the blonde, and Master Kortun was fine with everything, the other two kept to themselves, how did the mouthy one feel?

Not my problem, his burden to bear, not mine, I came here to learn something.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Jacen offered her a broad smile. Behind that smile was a little piece of panic. She should not have been able to draw energy from the Force and imbue an inanimate object with it. Not that quickly.

His suspicions started to grow as he nodded enthusiastically. Talith's were powerful people. He had seen how effortlessly they could call on the Force. His own son had a similar potential which meant that perhaps family lines were not everything.

This family line seem to have brought the most dangerous Force users into the Galaxy.

There were with who could manipulate the mind. He was starting to suspect that she might have been trained, wiped and dumped on that world he had found her on. It was an outlandish theory, perhaps not giving her the credit she deserved.

"That's remarkable," he said. His eyes narrowed. There was a twinge of colour in her own. Not the usual amber. The Force moved differently around her.

"Just, let that go now Serya," he said slowly and calmly. "You can try hitting me now."

 

[Jerec Asyr]

Repetition, self-discipline, stole the last of the angry tension from Jerec's body. He appreciated that, so he pushed harder. Specifically, he picked what looked like the most difficult item in the pile: the calligraphy pen. The pen lacked the obvious ritualization of the scarf-slash-handwrap. No crutches, just straight focus, pass/fail. That had value - generalizable value, thank feth. He sure wasn't going to be blocking lightsaber strikes with a pen.

Then again, he wouldn't put it past Tiland to have used every single one of these objects in a fight. There was a cantina story about him using those tea gourds in pitched battle, for one thing. Jerec chuckled under his breath and kept trying.

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Jerec Asyr Jacen Voidstalker Caltin Vanagor Serya Talith Dreidi Xeraic

Tiland considered the question from the youngest of his students and considered, watching how she practice the experience and slowly nodded. "Indeed! You are doing it right. And if I'm not mistaken, you're showing quite an aptitude for it as well!" He paused to feel the flow of the Force through the staff as she concentrated and practiced it against the training droids. The staff held, which was good, but he sensed the surprise at how much concentration and energy it took.

He grinned excitedly before moving on to the others, pausing to watching Jacen and Serya practice. He hid a smile at the promise of letting her try and hit Jacen with a lightsaber. "An excellent motivation for any student," Tiland commented, eyes twinkling. "Perhaps you would like borrow one of these objects to try and protect yourself with, Jacen?"

He checked around, pausing to watch as Caltin practiced his katas with the bottles. He recognize them and circled slowly, taking in every angle and shift of motion, especially in how they interacted with the use of the bottles before nodding slowly. "Your katas are decent enough to see that you've had a decent start to your teras kasi training. The challenge here is that these katas were intended to be used with bottles of blue milk. While they can function well enough, truly utilizing their effectiveness means the katas will need to be adjusted and examined to use the unique properties most efficiently. By your movements, you have enough of a grounding to start experimenting. What would a kata unique to the use of two blue milk bottles look like?"

Tiland considered Jerec's motions as he moved from the scarf to something even more unorthodox. The calligraphic pen. Short, thin, but with enough of a point to make jabbing possible. The old monk nods sagely, stepping close. "So, Jerec. How would you use this pen? What are its unique qualities that you can best take advantage of with this ability?"

 

[Serya Talith]

"Just, let that go now Serya," he said slowly and calmly. "You can try hitting me now."

Serya didn't let it go, still grinning as the book pulsed with energy inside her hands. "But you have to hit it!" She protested, her eyes flickering to the training saber he was meant to use. "You have to see if it works!"

The world walloped around her. It all came on so fast. It always did. Instead of the usual sudden rush of unconsciousness, the training room shifted. The world grew dark, but light exploded all around her-- without explanation she found herself standing in the center of someplace new. The hazy screens of a control room casted a pallid wash across her face. To the left of her she heard muted struggles. In front of her stood a boy. Barely an adult.

Spoiler

Atrayas felt a tug at his heart. A pull that drew him out of the moment. He felt joy, elation, success. He found himself looking up at the pleased grin of a jedi master. He was seeing with her eyes, drawn to a moment where she had truly immersed herself in the Force.

It was a class. She was in a class with jedi.

Serya

He called out to her across the stars before the connection broke.

He smiled against the flickering light, back in his own body.

And she... knew him? Dark haired-- the eyes-- He called her name. She felt herself falling.

Back.

Back.

Back.

She didn't hear herself scream. She didn't whiteness the black that engulfed her eyes. The screens melted away, taking his ethereal form with it as she collapse onto the training room floor.

The connection cut off, but his eyes... they stayed with her.

"Atra, Atra..." she murmured, incoherent. She slumped, passing out.

 

[Jerec Asyr]

Tiland considered Jerec's motions as he moved from the scarf to something even more unorthodox. The calligraphic pen. Short, thin, but with enough of a point to make jabbing possible. The old monk nods sagely, stepping close. "So, Jerec. How would you use this pen? What are its unique qualities that you can best take advantage of with this ability?"

Jerec blinked. "Its...pointiness? Honestly, Tila-" He coughed. "Uh, Master Kortun, I don't have a clue when I'd ever be blocking a laser sword with something the size of a pen. Maybe last ditch, trying to shove away a thrusting attack..."

He wrapped the pen in Force protection and held it up between them.

"Don't get me wrong, it'd be fething cool to duel a Sith with a screwdriver. And I suppose there's times when something this small could be useful if it's a lot stronger than it should be. Using a pen to keep blast doors from closing....huh. Does this power have piercing applications? Could I punch this pen through armor or something?"

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

"Kark," muttered Jacen.

His arms snapped forwards and he just caught her shoulders before she could face plant on the floor. She was out. Out in such a fashion that he immediately checked her pulse.

In the middle of a class, he rolled her onto her side and made sure she was breathing properly. Embarrassment was a secondary concern to her health, but he still offered an explanations.

"She has over exerted herself, she's done it before."

But that did not feel right. Serya had drifted away from him before collapsing, muttering the start of some word. There was something very different about this time.

"Serya?" he hissed desperately.

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Serya Talith Jacen Voidstalker Jerec Asyr

Tiland considered Jerec's words as he spoke, and then chuckled, shaking his head and shifting through the pile until he found another pen of his own, holding it carefully in his hand. With the free hand, he pointed to his eyes. "You're looking with these." With two fingers he tapped himself on the chest. "Look with this. Feel the way it moves and consider the principles. But yes, it can be used to pierce."

He adjusted and walked to the training droid, activating it and giving very basic instructions. The droid made a very basic lightsaber stroke in slow motion. Tiland stepped forward, moving the pen to lean back against his arm, and catching the lightsaber blade on the pen. "Consider the center of gravity for the item and the leverage. Even as little mass as this possesses is more than a lightsaber blade and with its shorter length, the angle of leverage is to your advantage."

Tiland stepped forward, letting his arm slide forward beneath the lightsaber blade, raising from the shoulder to push the blade away. With his free hand, he struck in slow motion, catching the droid's wrist in one hand before deactivating the demonstration. He stepped back and wrapped his hands back in his sleeve. "Think beyond how the pen and its uses appear. Consider every aspect--"

He was about to say more when he felt a new presence in the room. He turned to greet them, but then stopped. There was nobody there. His brows furrowed in confusion before it was over and then Serya collapsed. Tiland shifted, letting his eyes and senses dart around the building, seeking some sort of invisible threat. None could be felt and he moved besides Jacen, pulling his satchel from where it hung on the wall, sorting through the herbs and healing salves he gathered in preparation for training injuries.

"Overexerted, yes, but for a moment, I felt as if there was someone else in the room, some other awareness." His voice was quiet, and calm. "Some great transferral of energy like I have never seen before. Did you feel anything?"

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

Dreidi practised several times, connecting to the staff before attempting to parry a block from the practise saber. Her skills were growing but she was starting to feel the drain of using the Force so constantly and as intensely as she had been. It had been too long since she really pushed herself with a new skill, she breathed out heavily as she placed the staff to one side. She was tired out but not completely wiped out, she was still able to stand and observe everyone else in action. Which was her intention, she had a chance to get a basic grasp on the power and while she had not perfected it. She knew it would take time and patience. She breathed out slowly and watched as everyone else trained their powers, it was only when someone collapsed that Dreidi sprung up to her feet.

She didn't crowd the fellow Padawan since it would be a sight to wake up to, everyone crowding you because you fainted during training. Best to keep her distance and watch from afar to make sure everything is okay. "Is she okay? Should we end the lesson?" Dreidi asked curious what was going to happen with the rest of the class. Looking around, unsure what she should be doing or what was happening next...

Tiland Kortun Serya Talith Jacen Voidstalker Jerec Asyr Caltin Vanagor

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

REDEMPTION IS NEVER OUT OF REACH...​

Location: Church of the Force​

Equipment: Conservator(Lightsaber), Vanguard(Backup Lightsaber)​

Comm-link, Rebreather, Custom Robes​

Starship: Starlight Sentinel​

Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music"​

Tag: Tiland Kortun Dreidi Xeraic Serya Talith Jacen Voidstalker Jerec Asyr​

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Caltin was in the middle of his Kata, so involved that he was not paying attention to anyone until he had heard the buzz of the practice saber in the hand of the training droid. The massive Jedi Master then snapped out of it and then activated his own. Katas were good, but the practice was more prudent, right? So, putting a second blade in the free hand of the droid, the big guy wanted to challenge himself, not to show off. As the droid attacked, swinging at the head with one hand and the feet with another, Caltin let the Force flow through and into the bottles. They stayed controlled and full of his connection and he was able to parry the lower blade, the black of the upper was probably not what Master Kotan might be expecting to see, or looking for but it was clearly instinctive. The bottle hitting the droid's hand knocked the weapon loose. This clearly caught Caltin off guard as he put the weapon back into the droid's hand and waited for another try.​

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The next move came with both training sabers going at his right ribcage, Caltin's instincts took over again, and at the last possible second his bottles intercepted both training blade, brought them overhead and down his left side in a "half-moon". One bottle was blocking fine, the other was still blocking via the hilt. A third time, with a different attack, the same result, one block okay, the other, the hilt. A pattern?​

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Normally keep a hand free, just habit.​

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...YOU JUST HAVE TO REACH FOR IT.

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[Tiland Kortun]

Dreidi Xeraic Caltin Vanagor

Tiland felt Dreidi shift behind him and then approach, questioning. That was always the question, wasn't it? He leaned back from where he had knelt on his knees and considered, looking up at the young padawan. "I think she'll be okay, yes. And please, do continue practicing." A thought struck him and he considered. "This is one of the hardest lessons we have to learn every day. When can we be of assistance and when do we want to be of assistance?" He rose smoothly to his feet and looked over to Jacen Voidstalker . "You know more than I. Is this something that requires healing, do you think?"

He paused to watch Caltin's katas and nodded. "Very good, especially not letting the orthodox ways contain you. If you wish, you can activate higher-level training sequences and sparring techniques, as well a as variety of forms and philosophies they'll try to embody. That can add a higher level of challenge."

Tiland considered for a moment, turning back to Dreidi. "As for what's next, you tell me. What would of most benefit to you in your goals from this lesson?"

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Tiland Kortun

"I don't know," he replied honestly. "It has happened before but...yes I felt that too."

Jacen was trying to convince himself that the sudden trauma might have sent Serya relapsing back into a dark memory. He imagined she had plenty; Jacen had found her living on the streets.

"I think that it would be wise to get a med droid to give her a proper scan."

No drugs and no procedure would solve her problems. It wouldn't hurt to make sure she was physically safe whilst he tried to get to the bottom of what was causing this.