Faction The Pilgrims 3: Progenitor's Call (open to Jedi and Lightsiders)

[Sargon Vynea]

Every new beginning had to start somewhere, and why not with a new friend? Walking behind the class the Iridonian couldn't help but lose his attention a bit as he let his senses out among the oceans. There was plenty of life here that was for certain. Still he pulled his senses away from the fish to listen to Quill as he taught his pilgrimage. Quite the idea, and what better way to foster relationships then to truly know your neighbor.

It's history gave them plenty of reason not to, but with time and patience on both sides the future held hope. Watching the attendance he was curious as he felt the presence of several well attuned in the force. Masters perhaps with their Padawans, or perhaps just fully trained Jedi reaching to learn new things. He supposed in truth that's what he had come to watch more then Master Quill.

 

[Kisaku Oroken]

Auteme Aaran Tafo Jend-Ro Quill​

Kisaku hadn't been having much more luck than Auteme in deciding himself. Two of them seemed like they'd benefit him substantially. The Progenitor's Call was appealing because it might give him a way to avoid getting into an altercation; something he valued now more than he ever had before. But the Waveform -- a new way of looking at the Force and engaging with it might solve his problems completely. He might regain some semblance of control. But if that failed him, he would have done nothing to heal the taint lingering on his connection to the Force. The Progenitor's Call might be considered then a bandaid to the problem, one that would treat the symptoms. The Waveform was an unknown -- possibly a cure, but otherwise? Perhaps more harm than good.

Auteme's elbow spurred him out of his troubled thought. His face turned towards her receptively. "I can't decide,"

"Which one do you think I should do?"

Now there was a question. Kisaku brought a hand to his hair, reflexively wrapping the braid that denoted his status around his finger. "The Call seems like something you'd be interested in. A non-violent solution is always welcome, and it may not always be a Sith that threatens violence." He points out quietly, likely hinting that her Force Light could only truly be employed against aggressors of the Dark Side variety. He came to notice Aaran's nod towards him, tensing before nodding back. His immediate thought would be that Aaran might reveal his performance in the youngling class he'd attended before Ziost. There was a time not long ago when that would have filled him with anxiety, he would have catastrophized about it and it might as well have been the end of the world to him.

Now? He couldn't bring himself to feel any strong emotion about it. Just a hint of resignation. If it happened, it happened. Not like performing poorly in any class, regardless of how embarrassing it was could damage Auteme's opinion of him any more than events that had already transpired. He wondered if she ever thought about giving up on him. Probably.

His continued suggestion made him tilt his face up at Aaran from the other side of Auteme.

"Kisaku. I think you'd be a natural at their lie detecting technique."

He hadn't thought of that before. He was able to see the emotions in others readily. This method of detecting truth might also be something he took to naturally, but it didn't do anything to quell the anxiety over the wounds he carried with him now. That he couldn't swing a saber without it being in anger, even amongst friends. Or that if he gazed too long into the Force, darkness would gaze back at him.

"Yeah, I think I'll do that." Kisaku nodded as he affirmed the decision softly.

Even if it didn't help him, he wasn't going to get in the way by going against Aaran's suggestion. As of late he'd found himself with an aversion to expressing disagreement with others. He didn't want to argue over anything. Didn't want to fight over anything, lest it become more.

 

[Dagon Kaze]

Violet! Violet Horne!

And with a quick remark from Master Ebass - it no longer mattered.

Names were not necessary.

Nonetheless, names were offered and introductions were made as the Selkath instructor led them down by an artificial bay for their first lesson. For a moment he wondered how had Master Quill come to an agreement with Ebass - both seemed in competition for who was more reclusive. He assumed the 'negotiations' had been short; one trying to hang up before the other. Sometimes complex problems were solved by the simplest solutions, Dagon thought.

While Master Ebass showed a reserved disposition to the Jedi, and understandably so, his dedication to the ways of his Order was evident in his instructions. Albeit laconic, one could feel the passion behind each word; it echoed a hardened tradition passed down over thousands upon thousands of generations.

Not unlike the Jedi.

To the task, Dagon stepped up first; not out of a desire to prove anything but due to the inherent drive to always step up and take responsibility. A trait as commendable as it was foolish. He reached for the Force with his hand darting forward and extending through the ethereal over to one of the buoys.
Telekinesis came easy to him.

Waveform did not.

Before he could do anything, Dagon's extended hand snapped to his left shoulder. A sudden surge of pain flared up in his left arm - the residue of Sith alchemy tainting his body from his fight against Serixibis at the Tempe of Kyber.

Shit.

The young Jedi squinted hard at the stinging hurt and reached back at the water that carelessly cradled the red buoys. He tried grasping the water but it slipped through his hands elusively. It carried on following the current, stopping for nothing. Back and forth, back and forth. His inability to catch it along with the throbbing shoulder forced him to overexert his powers. A tidal wave rose near-instantly and crashed down upon the group.

The Selkath's sigh was audible.

Dagon's too.

Violet Horne | Kaska Arden | Viers Connory | Cotan Sar'andor | Aaran Tafo

 

[Viers Connory]

//: Waveform Lesson //:
//: Violet Horne //: Dagon Kaze //: Kaska Arden //: Aaran Tafo //: Cotan Sar'andor //:

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Viers returned the smile and sighed with a bit of relief. Learning things in public made her nervous; she didn’t want to fail. The instructor drew her attention and kept her from pondering what Kaska called her; it was a foreign concept to the Corellian, but not off-putting - it was nice. Listening, Viers moved her lips as she reiterated the instruction to herself. It seemed simple enough; how hard could it really be. ​

The instructor might have been just being difficult, not wanting them to be overconfident over something so simple. A smug little smile spread across the padawan’s face as she was more than sure she’d pick this up as quickly as she had other things. “Well, this is going to be easy; guess I’ll be a master in no time, Kaska.” Musing over the praise that she was destined for, Viers held up her hands and focused on the small buoy. ​

Feel the water, she thought about how wet it was and liquidy. Shape it, she imagined how the Force would flow in water, how it pushes and pulls the waves. Now to apply it to the water that floated before her to return it to Master Ebass. ​

Nothing happened, not even a ripple in the water. Viers blinked, surprised at the revelation of the buoy just floating there in its existence, not caring at what she had tried to do. Frowning, she forced a nervous laugh. Then tried again, thinking about the flow of water, how it moved and how the Force shaped it. ​

Once more, nothing. “What…?” Eyes darted around at the group, she spotted Dagon and sighed softly with some relief at least she wasn't the only one failing. It didn't stop the embarrassment from rising to her cheeks as she could feel her cheeks and ears burning. What was wrong with her approach?​

 

[Okkeus Dainlei]

Confusion.

These past few weeks had been a blur. Major conflict on Dantooine, the Jedi turning against each, him pledging his allegiance to the Imperial Order as a Imperial Knight. It all felt wrong.

Since he showed up late he decided to pair up with the biggest group, trying to not look out-of-place (waveform group.) It had been some time since he had a lesson for a new ability, so this would be a nice change of pace.

As the group followed the instructor he stuck towards the back of the pack, not feeling too confident in starting first.

He watched as the master instructed them on moving the buoys with the force through controlling the waves. Interesting.

After Dagon and a Jedi he didn’t know attempted the power, he realized that it seemed more difficult than he originally thought. But hey, you have to learn somehow.

“Here, I’ll try it next.”

Slowing he moved through the group and towards the edge of the pier. The water moved around gracefully, rocking the buoys up and down. Closing his eyes he pictured the water in his head. He reached out with his robotic hand, trying to feel the water.

But it didn’t come to him. All he felt was the buoy, not the water. He continued to search for it, but no luck. Time was beginning to pass. Nothing was happening. This wasn’t good.

With one last attempt he tried to reach out and feel any wave, anything that he could possibly use.

A loud crackle echoed around him.

Opening his eyes he looked upward and saw lighting moving through the sky. It was just a sunny, clear day a few seconds ago. Did he just do that?

He looked towards the group, yet they offered no answer.

“I must’ve done something wrong.”

Walking towards them he joined the group, allowing for someone else to take his place.

Viers Connory | Violet Horne | Dagon Kaze | Kaska Arden | Aaran Tafo | Cotan Sar'andor | @waveform group

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

There were a number of things that Kaia could be doing, but she was doing her best to follow her father. She was leaning into the learning of the Force. Maybe she wasn’t the best Jedi any longer, but she was learning all that Master Quill had to teach, and all that he knew. Like her father, and her father’s mentor Jorus Merrill, Quill seemed to know the fringe of the galaxy.The galaxy was a small civilized place, but when you looked beyond the map? It became wild, it became much more varied, and the way the people looked at the Force, the energy field of the galaxy

She was glad to be following in the footsteps of so many.

And from the world of the living reef to Manaan. She was looking to see what she could learn. The Selkath were a varied people. She knew that they were guests of the Shasan elders, and was hoping to learn from them, to learn how to interrupt their foes, but what she was looking for in her heart, was the power of waveform. That was something to be learned and respected. She had a skill as a spacer, and knew to pull from the worlds around her when she was on planet.

She smiled to the Master and shook her head no. “No questions from me. But I would like to find myself focusing with Master Ebass.” She said as she worked to follow said Master and his group.

 

[Violet Horne]

Kaska Arden | Dagon Kaze | Aaran Tafo | Cotan Sar'andor | Viers Connory | Okkeus Dainlei | Kaia Starchaser

She watched as Dagon and Viers stepped up the plate.

Without realizing it the tension made her hold her own breath.

Could they do it?

It was strange. While the padawan didn't really know either of them, she couldn't help but root for them. It took guts to just step up like that. To be the first to go without fear of being judged or anxious about failing.

Water hit her face a moment after.

She sputtered, blinking owlishly, before realizing that had been Dagon's attempt. "Hey... Dee, it's cool. We are all here to try our best!" Dee. Yes, his nickname for her had been Vee (definitely knew her name, yeah, whatever the voice said). Only made sense to give him one as well. She gave him a cheerful thumbs-up, before watching Viers go next.

Thankfully no tidal wave in their face this time.

no tidal wave of water, but i can taste her shame from here...

Violet frowned there and was about to step up next, but something rooted her in place. don't be stupid. watch them. learn from their failures, feed from their victories, only then do you strike.

"I think you almost had it!" She would whisper to Viers as they watched Okkeus go. This way Violet could at least pretend like it had been her own decision not to give it a shot. "Pretty sure I felt something stir in the Force!" Before Violet could say more a loud noise cracked through the skies. She blinked and looked up... lightning?

"All of you try too hard." The Selketh finally said dryly, the tone almost as much of a crack as that lightning a moment ago. "Do not act like you own the ocean. Do not pretend like you can control the tide. Let it flow through you instead. It will come when it will. Wait... for..." His eyes closing and a hand extended towards the water. "...the right moment."

They'd feel something in the Force. A sound, cascading, building itself up.

"Then pull."

Something snapped and one of the buoys was rediverted from its trajectory. In a clean curve it began to drift back towards them.

 

[Auteme]

Kisaku Oroken Aaran Tafo | Jend-Ro Quill Audren Sykes Auraya Irath-Ur Aeris Lashiec Viera ​

She smiled to the two of them. "That sounds perfect, Aaran. You guys can give me more lessons then, all of these things seem useful," she said. "I'll go hang out with the Progenitor, then. You two have fun!"

She gave them both a pat on the shoulder before running off to follow Master Quill.

It was a short walk to the platform by the water's edge. She knew of the Progenitor from her studies, and a brush-up on Selkath and Manaan culture before they'd arrived. As odd as it was, given her position and organization, it was rare that she encountered 'true' spirituality or religion in the day-to-day. The Progenitor could be the religious experience she'd been missing.

With Master Kryll's offer, she advanced towards the water; careful to take off her shoes. She'd dressed in quick-dry shorts and shirt to be as amphibious as her hosts. Minus the breathing underwater, of course, but she had a solution to that.

"I have a few rebreathers, if anyone needs one." She pulled one out of her bag and cast a glance to those nearby. As far as she could tell, they were all human or near-human and would need them if they wanted to get close to the Progenitor as the Selkath. She gave one to anyone who needed it, then fastened hers to her mouth. Convenient that telepathy got her around the thing in her mouth.

She waded into the water, looking like a little girl next to the towering Selkath. With his permission she dove under the surface and started to swim over.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Objective: Truth Sense
Tag: Jend-Ro Quill | Tiland Kortun

Why not get out the world a spell and learn? The Green Devil and it's vast network weren't dependent on him. His niece pointed that out as she had practically shooed him out the door with the info. He had come, but been oddly silent. Contemplative. He wasn't really sure who or what he was in the grand scheme of things anymore, outside of Corellia and the Green Jedi Order. This might help him, to be a part of a group where he was just another face.

To further set himself apart, he had even wore his old Warden clothes. Walking up next to Tiland, he checked the dual jed-creds at his neck, and a pat to his lightsaber to ensure it was hanging where it should be. He nodded to the older, though not as much as he thought of being older than him in his mind as in truth, and waited for Master Gulepi. Truth sense would be invaluable to an old Underground type.

"'Lo there. Guess us elderly types are the only two to want such a lesson, eh? Kids and their telekinetic toys..."

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Julius Sedaire Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri Jend-Ro Quill

Tiland did have to admit there was some point to Julius’ comment as his old comrade arrived and spoke finally. But he was about to respond when he noticed there was one more, a Padawan, also seeking to learn how to discern truth.

“Telekinetic toys, indeed,” Tiland agreed, beckoning the younger padawan to join and the fellow master. “Kuxirra, isn’t it?” He had tried to peg all the names to a variety of faces, but there were so many.

The old Anzati hefted his staff and started off in the direction indicated otherwise, where he had been told to find the Master Gulepi. Farther away than the rest, there was something resonant in that imagery. “How is Corellia treating you these days, Julius?”

 

[Kisaku Oroken]

Julius Sedaire Tiland Kortun Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri​

Kisaku offered a very brief smile at the pat on his shoulder. More of a momentary upward curve to the corner of his lips. It went as quickly as it came, if one wasn't watching his face at the time they'd miss it altogether. As Auteme went off with one group, and likely Aaran Tafo another, Kisaku started to perceive that he was being left at the meeting place rapidly, and didn't quite catch where he was meant to go. Karrablast.

That was when he spotted the small ensemble; a couple of old men and a togruta. Given that Aaran went to learn waveform, and Auteme the call, he deduced that the smallest of the three groups that had formed was the one he was meant to follow. He hoped that was correct anyways. Time would tell.

Which is how that group gained a diminutively statured Miralukan shadow. He caught the tail-end of Tiland's words as he drew closer, his face tilting towards the other man. He's Julius then. He noted. Kisaku had never met any of the three before. Nor did he speak up to attract attention to himself either, content to follow wordlessly.

It wasn't that he was bashful, just that he felt out of place. It was a normal feeling for him as of late.

 

[Viera]

She listened intently as Master Kryll explained what the Progenitor was, and it’s relationship with the Selkath people. A symbiotic bond that connected the two, both kind’s actions aiding the other, in a cycle of perfect balance.

It was admirable, and Viera wanted to learn so much about it.

The towering Kryll made the deepness of the water deceptive, as Viera found herself partially submerged in the water the moment she stepped in to reach the submerged platform he was on. Fortunately, she had dressed herself appropriate for a potential swim. Viera crouched down slightly, placing her hand against the water’s surface, focusing. She felt the disturbance in the water as the Progenitor made its appearance.

Her eyes widened at the sight.

What a magnificent being.

Viera looked over at the others in the group, towards the two that had joined them along the way. A towering, blonde haired Sephi, and the young brunette woman who had been initially undecided on her choice. Incidentally, Viera ended up relieved she had joined them.

She had completely forgotten to bring something to assist breathing underwater. Of all her preparations, Viera had somehow forgotten that. Swimming and diving was a favourite past time of hers, but she was only human. With a sheepish smile, she stepped over towards Auteme.

“I’ll take one,” she offered the young woman a grateful smile. “Thank you.” Before she fastened it however, Viera pulled out a band and tied her hair up. She walked up to the edge, giving Master Kryll a bow before she dived in and began to swim towards the Progenitor.

Jend-Ro Quill | Aeris Lashiec | Auraya Irath-Ur | Auteme | Audren Sykes​

 

[Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri]

At Tiland Kortun 's question about her name, Kuxirra nodded. "Yes, Master. My name is Kuxirra." She made her way over to him and the others learning with Master Gulepi.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Objective: Truth Sense
Tag: Jend-Ro Quill | Tiland Kortun | Kisaku Oroken | Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri

"It's doing alright. I left my niece in charge of the under.... The bar... Gave up my formal spot as the Green Jedi grandmaster... Just an absent Councilour. Back out in the world, trying to get back to it. How are you and your teas, and life?"

Smiling at the two newer on-comers, he dipped his head, the serious manner from before melting away back into the easy going manner Tiland might remember better. Both the youngsters seemed nervous, so he did his best to put them at ease.

"Kisaku! Kuxirra! Welcome! Forgive us, old friends who haven't seen one another in ages. I'm glad to see new faces though. I am Julius Sedaire, Master Jedi of the Green Jedi!"

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

PROGENITOR'S CALL
Viera Aeris Lashiec Auteme Auraya Irath-Ur Audren Sykes

Master Kryll continued speaking about the Progenitor's role in Selkath history. Ahto City itself had sprung from the prosperity that kolto brought, for one thing.

As Jedi and Selkath alike swam out to the huge Firaxa, to commune with it on the surface or underwater, Quill lingered. The submerged platform was chest-deep for Tilon, but he soldiered on gamely against the gentle waves.

Master Kryll waded over. <The boy is full of fear,> he said to Quill alone, mind to mind. <And dark energy.>

<He was a Sith initiate, much abused. He'll heal.>

Kryll eyed Tilon and nodded slowly. <The Progenitor may help. Communing with her has saved more than one member of my Order who struggled with hatred.>

Together they watched as Tilon fit a Jedi rebreather to his mouth and swam out with the others.

 

[Auraya Irath-Ur]

While some of the others took to water, Raya held back.​

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She had not come prepared for such events, her clothes were ill suited and though she had swam before she wasn't sure if she was strong enough to do so in the middle of a vast ocean. One stray wave could spell the end, and though she wasn't necessarily afraid of such she saw no reason to risk it. Not yet.​

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Perhaps, over the next few days, she would find the courage to do so. For now she stood on the very edge of the submerged platform, her trousers already heavy and making it difficult for her to wade through. Yes, no swimming for her just yet. She'd sink like a rock.​

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That did not mean that she could not participate, however. She continued to listen to the Selkath, to learn of Kolto and the prosperity it brought. Her gaze settled upon the other quiet Padawan, who was slower than the others to get out into the water, and she noted that he seemed a little timid. Uncertain. Had he remained on the platform she might have said something, engaged him in conversation in hopes of soothing him insofar as she could.​

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But he didn't. Like the others he sprang free into the soft waves, fitted with a rebreather.​

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For her part, with the bulk of the history told for now, she made her way back to the higher platform and out of the water. There she sat, cross-legged, and closed her eyes. In, out, she breathed softly and tried to focus. To shut out that which was in her immediate surroundings and instead reach out toward the great, magnificent creature beneath the waves.​

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It did not happen all at once. With so many lifeforms around it was a struggle to differentiate, to shift her focus between them and look. Truly look. Her expression wrinkled in concentration, brows pulling together and lips twitching slightly. ​

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Thankfully, Auraya was in no rush. As ever she paced herself, and allowed her consciousness to steer itself. She would find the Progenitor... She knew she would. Even if it took her all three days to do so.​

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Jend-Ro Quill Aeris Lashiec Auteme Audren Sykes ​

 

[Aeris Lashiec]

Jend-Ro Quill // Auraya Irath-Ur // Auteme // Audren Sykes // Viera

To seek knowledge and understanding was to create balance. Aeris had been relatively quiet, the same as the others. It was most likely the initial nerves if anything, but it still spoke heaps of the reverence they all seemed to have for their hosts. As Auraya approached Aeris and gave a bow, Aeris returned the favor with a weak smile to her lips before she gave another bow to the approaching Sephi man.

The hulking shape of Master Kryll came into view and Aeris herself was taken aback. Venerable, some would say. He carried himself with authority that reminded her of home. Though a bit too much to assume based on first impressions he came across as kind, caring. Benevolent but strict like the Jedi Code itself. As much as she wanted to point it out and try to smooth over any feathers (or scales) that her old masters hads ruffled, she understood that it was best to do so by action as opposed to words.

It was one of the final lessons that Master Truden had passed onto her before that particular Order fell apart. If words mattered then people would have been able to use them more. The jedi were entrusted with a chance to witness the Shasa’s most venerated creatures. That said more than any word truly could have.

“Thank you, Auteme.” Aeris smiled at her friend and grabbed one of the rebreathers and hopped into the water. Not cold, not warm. It was water, it swayed the scales in both directions on a whim. The jumpsuit she had been provided by the Alliance clung to her skin with a wet slick before Aeris allowed herself to submerge fully into the water and followed behind the others.

It was one thing to have heard of the Progenitor. To see it before her, to be humbled by its size and just how little effort it would have to go through if it wished to end her. While it was unlikely, Aeris hoped, a part of her felt it prudent to be prepared. Just in case.

 

[Cotan Sar'andor]

Cotan watched as three of his group all tried—and failed—to move the buoys as suggested, with a small smile starting across his face, that threatened to break into a grin when Okkeus managed to accidentally call forth lightning instead of adjusting the waves. As much as Master Ebass seemed intent on coming across as a harsh, taciturn sort of teacher, the sharp edges in his manner of address had already started to soften somewhat watching the group's struggle.

Teachers really were the same, the galaxy over. No matter how tough they seemed at first, they didn't want the students to get discouraged and frustrated with their failures.

He glanced over at Kaska, one of the only others in the group who hadn't yet at least spoken up since the exercise began. "You want to try your hand?" he asked, nodding to one of the buoys. "If so, be my guest. I think I'm just going to sit and observe for a bit." He stretched out a hand, summing forth a short telekinetic wind to clear the water from Dagon's rebounded wave and make the floor mostly dry, before sitting down in a relaxed, meditative posture, near Master Ebass. Closing his eyes, he stretched out his senses, into the water nearby; feeling as though he was drifting in the waves himself, but amplified, more distinct.

Where the others might try and try and try to move the buoys, attempting to brute force their way to an advanced understanding of the practice, the Order of Shasa had learned and developed the ability by studying Manaan's waves over the generations. While Master Ebass and others might have been able to jump ahead through its use faster, they were natives of the culture that developed it, and had been using it for millennia; Cotan, on the other hand, was an outsider.

Why not start at the same place the Selkath had, and then ply Bhil Ebass's brain for further insight the next day?

Spoiler: Waveform Tags

Dagon Kaze Violet Horne Viers Connory Okkeus Dainlei Kaska Arden Aaran Tafo Kaia Starchaser

 

[Audren Sykes]

The group found their way to the water's edge, where they met the person who would be teaching them. Master Kryll stood on a submerged platform and though it was lower than the rest of the group he was at eye level. So he was tall for a Selkath, close to an extra half-meter in height when compared with the species average. When Master Quill hopped down onto the platform the water came up to his thighs, giving extra proof of that. Audren was only a few centimeters taller than the human, so he and Kryll might be close; it was clear that Kryll put more emphasis on strength training however.

A quick background on the Progenitor was given. The Master's gravely voice explained that the Progenitor was effectively a title, but the current carrier was indeed ancient. Kolto was produced by the firaxa - that was interesting - and the creature was somehow tied in with the well-being of the entire Selkath species. The Order of Shasa existed to protect the Selkath, and as such protected the Progenitor as well. Any long-term protector formed a relationship - good or bad - with those they protected, and it was through this that the members of the order had taught them to first withstand, then mimic the Call.

Seconds after Kryll stopped talking there was a swell in the water level. The Sephi had noticed the other natives in the water, but now realized that they were waiting for the Progenitor as well rather than going about their business. Maybe their business was the gigantic shark. With the single wave receding, Kryll offered to let them meet the firaxa. This was something he hadn't anticipated; while he'd worn clothing suitable for the water he'd not brought a rebreather. Fortunately, one of the others had anticipated the situation and had brought extras. They weren't strictly needed per se with the Progenitor so near the surface, but would make things simpler.

Off came the boots and shirt, revealing a wiry body. It was only a quick splash down onto the submerged platform, where Audren accepted a rebreather with thanks. A few wading steps took him to the edge of the platform where he gripped the rebreather in his mouth and paused for a moment. This was not something he really wanted to do - this was the largest body of water he'd been in to date and was a bit intimidating - but he had the feeling it would end up the better if he did. A single step off the edge allowed him to simply slide into the water, smoothly submerging completely before resurfacing. Parts of his hair were tied back and parts hung loose, and as he swam towards the Progenitor it streamed behind him. The Force was swirling here, so many beings with a single purpose always did that, but the firaxa also played a part. There was a depth to the ancient creature, and a corresponding power.

As he arrived near the behemoth, the Sephi noticed that one of their number had stayed behind. She was seated in what looked like a meditative position and he could feel her questing out with the Force. For a brief moment he was tempted to send a stream of water at her, but didn't know her well enough to know how that would be received. It was something one did to friends or when having fun, neither of which applied in this case. Instead he formed a mental sense of an amphitheatre, where all attention was focused in on the center. And in that center was the Firaxa. This was sent through the Force, an offering of a whisper in the wind rather than a telepathic intrusion. In this environment, at this point in time, the Progenitor was the center of most attention. That done, his attention turned back to the giant shark and he dove beneath the surface to get a better idea of just how gigantic it was.


Jend-Ro Quill Aeris Lashiec Auraya Irath-Ur Viera Auteme

 

[Aaran Tafo]

Falling in line with the others who were content to study the Waveform technique. The more the merrier. More people he could bounce ideas and theories off. More people he could practice with and not have to bother the Order of Shasa with his endless questions. Nodding in response to Auteme's agreement. He left Kisaku Oroken with a hearty pat on the back before moving off to join the Waveform study group. Sidling up next to Dagon Kaze

"You know." He whispered to the Padawan beside him. "It is always a coin toss with these old masters. You can never tell if they're testing you, actually that eccentric, or a mix of both." If nothing else, some adding some measure of levity to the situation would help ensure that anxiety did not get the better of any of the more nervous students around them.

As he looked out over the water, eyes narrowing at the distant bouys. He found his mind drifting to a similar conclusion that Cotan had. Whatever this technique was, it was hardly something that could be mastered in a few minutes of practice. At its core, it involved harmonising oneself with the world around you. With practice, one could probably do so rather quickly, but for the initial tests, Aaran doubted that even the more empathic of Force Sensitives would figure things out right away.

"Mind if I join you?" He asked the Je'Daii. Setting himself down next to the older man. Closing his own eyes as he took up a meditative position. Letting his mind drift and consciousness expand beyond his body. Gently brushing against those present before continuing onwards. Attempting to feel the world around him. The groan of the metal as the waves crashed against it. The breeze that blew through his hair. The small flickers of sea life in the ocean in front of him.

He would relax, allow his mind to drift. Attempting to, if only for a moment, transcend the individual mindset and allow himself to become part of the larger universe around him.

Spoiler: Bouy Bois

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