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The Untempered (group training)

The Admiralty
[member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Qun Vell"]

swept over to the drunken padawan, yet again I looked at the Knight and this went on for a couple of seconds while I was considering this situation very carefully. A drunken Padawan. On Tython. During a lecture. Inwardly I sighed just maybe a little, but then I suppressed my natural inclination towards self-righteousness, reassumed my glorious position of Light Jedi Supremacy and answered the red-headed rascal whose name was Ryan.

“I doubt it is an actual dependency on the alcohol, as much as some sort of mental..” I wanted to say affliction, but suggesting a Padawan was mentally retarded seemed to be just a tad much on the hubris-meter, so I stuck to a safe word. “..block.”

Then I closed my eyes again and resumed my meditation.
 

Qun Vell

Guest
Knight Car seemed a bit confused by Qun's response, so he seemed to call upon the view of the meditating Knight Hardon, who suggested that Qun had a mental block. The words however, didn't really bog into Qun's mind until a few seconds later, after he had began speaking.

"I mean, if you're thirsty Knight Car I could spare a drink." He said a bit slushily. "Maybe tw- wait. Did he call me stupid?" He said, before using his four hands to push up his four sleeves. "If he called me stupid, I can show him stupid." He said, with a mild anger in his tone. He wasn't quite enraged yet, more drunkenly annoyed, but the Knight's next words would have to be careful ones to avoid provocation. Nothing a Jedi Knight couldn't handle.

[member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Michael Sardun"]
 
The muscles in Ryan's jaw writhed.

"Thank you for your enlightenment, Knight Sardun."

He turned back to regard the Besalisk padawan, who was blathering a slurred retort. Korr closed his eyes and exhaled, allowing the peace of the Force to suffuse him. He reached out, touching his mind to the besalisk's and giving a strong mental suggestion that he should sit down and stop talking. Korr then opened his eyes.

He accepted a datapad that was handed to him by a Nautolan. Korr quickly glanced at the contents then handed the device back. "Everyone this is [member="Ket Vistas"], he's interested in telekinesis and Shii-Cho. He, like Tugoro, does not currently have a master." Ryan nodded curtly and gave the mute Nautolan a genuine smile.

Now about that drunk. Stern grey eyes fell on the Besalisk. "I think I would recommend you see a Consular healer as soon as possible about your unique condition." Ryan pulled out his own datapad and began flipping through it until he'd located the profile of the newest initiate. Interesting. "Everyone, this is [member="Qun Vell"]. Don't stand too close." His lips twitched up in a subtle smirk.

"And you?" Ryan turned to [member="Sesab Odai"].
 
Ki'an was watching quietly and with a bit of shock at the conversation occurring. A padawan was drinking! Where did one even get alcohol at the academy? Ki'an pushed that thought aside, he'd rather not know.

Glancing around he couldn't help but feel that this lesson could get very very interesting very quickly. Ki'an turned to [member="Sesab Odai"] as [member="Ryan Korr"] called on him and inclined his head to his friend.
 

Qun Vell

Guest
"I think . . . I think I'm gonna sit here." The besalisk padawan said as, unbeknownst to him, his mind was forcefully told to calm down. Red Car then introduced them to the nautolan behind them, a man by the name of Kite Victory. Jedi always seemed to have the coolest names. He wanted to learn telekinesis and sneeze-foo, which if he remembered properly, was a martial art based on enhancing nostrilous power, and gaining complete control over one's nose. Seemed awfully impractical to him, but so much of the Jedi hubbub was he supposed.

Red Car then turned back over to Qun and told him to see a Jedi Healer. "I'll . . . yes sir." He responded slowly, not only drunk but also still feeling the effects of Red Car's invasive mental prodding. Like cattle he followed the man's every suggestion. Red Car then flipped through a datapad before finding out Qun's name and introducing him to the lot of the padawans, prompting Qun to speak.

"I AM QUN!" He declared, stretching out his four arms enthusiastically, hitting a togruta padawan to his right in the process with an oof. "Sorry." He said quietly as he pulled his arms back together and began to think as Red Car addressed different people in the crowd.
 
Sesab sat and listened to the conversation, slightly shocked that the knight didn't even punish the drunk padawan. He was thinkning about this when he heard his name called. Feeling very nervous, he said "Uh, well, I am Sesab Odai, umm, I wish to become a Guardian, I have pretty much no training in the force, and I do not have a master." He said, getting quieter and less confident as he went along. [member="Ryan Korr"]
@Ki'an Karr
 
Grimacing slightly at the Besalisk's outburst, Ryan chose to ignore the boisterous fellow for the moment and turned his full attention on the last of those present to speak.

Korr nodded once at [member="Sesab Odai"]'s feeble reply. Shyness indicated a lack of confidence, which could stem from a lack of training and comfortableness with the situation, or just a general wanting in security. Ryan would endeavor to help Sesab grow in self-assurance. Force knew that the mettle of all here would be tried time and again on the path ahead. They needed to know conviction, which came from within... and from the Force.

"Excellent. Now that we have all been introduced let's begin. Everyone sit down."

The red-haired Knight himself took a seat, legs crossed and back rigid as stone.

"Padawan Karr mentioned his interest in Breath Control earlier. The ability is simple, but useful for more than just preventing toxins from entering the airways. Start by taking in a deep breath and holding it as long as possible until you feel like your lungs will burst. You will want to panic. Panicking is natural, but panicking will get you killed. Open yourself up to the Force. There is peace there. Find it. Let it flow through you. Some people count. Don't count. In the Force, there is no time. Eternity cannot be capped by time. Immerse yourself in the Living Force and let what you need slip away. The Force does not need air. You do not need air. It helps if you close your eyes.

"We will practice this technique for fifteen minutes, then move on to basic force barrier and from there we will practice saber combat. Begin."

Lungs expanded as he sucked in air, as much as he could, then Ryan cast himself adrift on the river of the Force, letting its soothing presence wrap around him and wipe away all his mortal cares and worries. He could feel the pain in his capillaries as they screamed at him to breath, but he felt as though his mind was somewhere else entirely.

While he practiced the application of the technique, keen grey eyes watched the padawans. He did not expect them all to get it on the first try, at least not those who'd never practiced the technique before. Ryan listened closely.

Silence.

He smiled.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Michael Sardun"] [member="Ki'an Karr"] [member="Qun Vell"]
 
Ki'an smiled when he heard they would start with breath control. Ki'an sat straighter and placed his hands on his knees. Taking in a deep breath he held it. He did not count, he just held the breath and began to concentrate on the force. But then his lungs began to scream for air.

For a moment, Ki'an panicked. Every part of his physiology screamed at him to take a breath, and with a cough, Ki'an released his breath and began breathing again. Shaking his head, Ki'an took several deep breaths until his lungs stopped burning. He knew he could do this, he just had to calm himself down.

Taking in another deep breath, Ki'an reached out into the force. He centered himself and focused on the force within him. Then he reached out, feeling those around him and their connections to the force. Soon Ki'an could feel his lungs burning once more, but he was too lost in his concentration to care. He could feel the force flowing through him, and Ki'an felt proud in himself for being able to do this.

Then Ki'an did something he had never done in front of non-Kel Dor's before. He reached up and detached his anti-ox mask. For a second Ki'an felt nervous and panicked once again, but he forced those thoughts aside. He opened himself up further. He needed to know if this would work if his mask was removed. Pulling his mask free, Ki'an revealed his face to those around him.

Ki'an's face was a typical for most Kel Dor, but probably appeared rather unattractive to most other species. His nose seemed to end abruptly, as if a beak had been removed and directly below it was his mouth, a large gaping hole covered on either side by hanging flesh. With his mask removed, the black tusks of his extra-sensory organs were also revealed.

Ki'an was unsure of how the others would react to his appearance, as he had kept his eyes closed throughout all this. But Ki'an did smile, and for once it wasn't hidden behind the mask.

[member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Sesab Odai"], [member="Qun Vell"], [member="Michael Sardun"], [member="Ket Vistas"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
 

Qun Vell

Guest
Qun Vell listened intently, or somewhat intently rather, as Knight Red Car talked about Padawan King Car's request of learning Breath Control. Qun wasn't sure why they needed to learn how to breath using the Force, as he felt he breathed just fine, but if Red Car wanted to teach them Qun had no objection to learning. Not that he'd likely remember this in the morning, but he had promised himself he'd give this Jedi thing his best shot.

Following Red's demands he sat down and followed the man's instructions, taking a deep breath and holding it there. Contrary to Red Car's assumptions however, there was no panicking from Qun as he held his breath. As intoxicated as he was perhaps his brain simply didn't realize it wasn't functioning as it should, and didn't raise any alarms in Qun's head. Luckily enough intoxication of this level was also more than enough for Qun to feel the Force, flowing through him, around him, and in the other Jedi. He was at peace, perhaps too much peace, but at peace nonetheless

Soon enough the Kel Dor padawan rose from his seated position, drawing Qun's attention. The Kel Dor took a moment before reaching up to his breath mask, then detaching it from his face, revealing alien features, and an odd smile that seemed foreign in facial construction. Qun, happy that the Kel Dor had such confidence smiled in return, even giving a thumbs up to the padawan. Sadly though, the display had not only drawn Qun's attention, but also his focus in the Force. Perhaps two seconds later he fell face first into the floor in front of him, unconscious. The man had forgotten to breath, or compensate with the Force.

@Ki'an Karr [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Michael Sardun"] [member="Sesab Odai"] [member="Ket Vistas"] @Tuguro Tirdarious
 

Not Ordo

Just under the upper hand.
[member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Ki'an Karr"] [member="Qun Vell"] [member="Sesab Odai"]

Ket looked around at the other Padawans, gave a shrug and sucked in a deep breath and held it. He did his best to focus on peaceful thoughts but it was not his greatest skill. He reached for the force and drew on it as his lungs began to burn he focused all the more on the feeling of the force flowing through him. He didn't close his eyes he just stared at the others each in turn to see how well they were doing. Breath control was not the most difficult thing he had ever done but then that was another story all together.

He leaned back casually and looked at the ceiling as he held his breath. The force seemed to fill his lungs where the air should have and he pictured it doing so. This wasn't so hard at all .
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
There had been a time, and not long ago either, when breath control had been second nature to the woman at the edge of the Padawan group. She'd taken it as testament to her physical training and her strength of will, rather than overt use of the Force. And certainly she had a leg up on the others here, so far as breath control went, but it was a little embarrassing to find her ability reduced in this particular field. She'd expected partial severance to cut her off from everything from Force Weapon to Force Storm, and it had, but to dull her talents with something as rudimentary, so self-associated as breath control-

Well, at least the brat pack was quiet now. Her ability to focus around distractions had reduced with her Force connection; it seemed, in this area as well, the Force had been bolstering her more than she'd thought.

Breath control could only be practiced to a certain extent when sitting in meditative laboratory conditions. It was, all things considered, a little like punching a bag: important, but also irrelevant if you didn't know how to handle yourself against a live opponent. Holding her breath, Ashin found an empty corner and drew her lightsabre. She didn't activate it -- she meant to do this in silence, to minimize disturbance to others' focus.

Unlit sabre hilt in hand, she slipped into a Shii-Cho velocity. Her knee had been healed, fundamentally and comprehensively, allowing her an even closer connection with the Form of which, until a month ago, she had been the galaxy's acknowledged master. Severance down to Padawan had taken her speed, her power, her instinctive coordination and awareness, but not her precision, her timing, or the integrity and fluidity of her stances. Her technique remained, the technique that had made her an equal to Grandmasters and Emperors. Though her focus remained on breath control, the Shii-Cho velocity transitioned into another and another, blade still unlit, footsteps soft.

The tricky part of it all, not that she hadn't done this before, was that sabre combat was predicated on breathing, on the proper use of inhalation and exhalation. Each move, to hear some teachers say it, was a quarter of an exhalation, four moves to one breath. To fight without breathing was to incur lightheadedness and strip power and coordination from one's techniques -- which was, of course, the point of learning Jedi breath control. Thus far, though, it went fairly well.
 
Breath Control certainly was a useful technique. Tugoro had read a lot about it, for he considered it a stepping stone towards the Hibernation Trance technique. Sure, it wasn't at the top of his list, but due to the fact that the boy wanted to become a starfighter pilot, he would gratefully begin to practice. Remaining in his seated position, Tugoro's chest would continue to lift up and down as he breathed, taking oxygen in, and putting carbon dioxide out. Closing his eyes, the boy would begin to clear his thoughts, wiping away all of the things that had been on his mind. Slowly but surely, his breathing would begin to slow down as he took in one last deep breath of air, holding in it as he let himself become swept away on the powerful current known as the force.

It flowed all around him, and inside of his body. The force energy that had become present to him in his state was powerful, it glowed majestically as it ran through the air like a stream, invisible to all but the enlightened force users. Tugoro's focus would only increase as his mind sensed out the energy around him, hoping to bend it to his will as a bead of sweat formed on his brow. The concentration and patience required for this technique was a challenge no doubt, but the young padawan would attempt to work through it. The boy would become like a magnet, beginning to draw in the force that was everything, towards his body. It would be his tool, as it flowed in and out of his body in an attempt to disregard his normal physical limitations. His torso's movements would cease as he held the air within him, using the force to take his pain away. As [member="Ryan Korr"] had said, Tugoro had found peace within the force, allowing it to ease his mind and physique as his breathing limitations were broken with the new technique.

Shortly after, Tugoro's eyes would open, they darkness their lids had created parting slowly as he exhaled gently. "Wow." He spoke, truly realizing why this technique was considered useful.
 
He was starting to feel a bit like a vagrant, having barely stayed in one place for more than a week at a time ever since he had come to the Jedi. It was, of course, partly his fault. At first, it had simply been a matter of travelling between Tython and Ossus, dividing up his time between the two places, due to the presence of his cousin on the latter, and the brunt of training applicable to his path on the former. He was in control of where he went, having no master to guide him that was dedicated to his training, but several masters from whom he could glean knowledge. For the past while, now, he had been a padawan of Master Sardun, and that? That had taken him to other places.

There was no complaint to be had, of course. He would do what was necessary to embrace this life... even if it sometimes meant coming in late to a session. He had notified Sardun and Korr of his likely late arrival, but he could not be certain that either man had gotten the message. Nonetheless, he quietly slipped into the area, using a combination of bodily silence - learned from years of training as a soldier - and the Force Concealment he had learned from his master to disturb the ongoing class as little as possible and take a seat next to Sardun, dropping the concealment slowly, gently, as soon as he was situated. Once settled, he recalled the words pertaining to the task at hand that he had picked up from listening ahead as he had entered the area - keen hearing had been undeniably beneficial as of late - and began to take the idea and put it to practice.

Eyelids dropped over vibrant orange eyes, and he settled, pulling in every ounce of air that his lungs would allow and holding it in, not exhaling. Letting the Force permeate every fibre of his being, he sat for two minutes before his body began to insist that he exhale, to take in a fresh breath, but he resisted, his lungs beginning to feel a touch of burning - not unlike how Mustafar had started to feel on his skin after a time, during his training in tutaminis - as he sank deeper into the Force, a feeling not unlike learning to conceal his presence, allowing the soothing of its ebbs and flows take his body and consciousness to peace. Still, the instinctual part of his brain panicked, but was drowned out as the Force instilled peace, washing his needs away.
[member="Tugoro Taidarious"] | [member="Ashin Varanin"] | [member="Ket Vistas"] | [member="Qun Vell"] | [member="Ki'an Karr"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Sesab Odai"] | [member="Michael Sardun"]​
 
Ryan raised an eyebrow as he watched Ashin Varanin stand up and begin to practice saber katas while practicing breath control. After recovering so recently from the Force Severance, her application of the technique was impressive. On the other hand, even if she ran through the velocities in a corner away from the rest of the group it still smelled of hubris.

Gray eyes returned to the other padawans. Ryan doubted he had anything to teach Miss Varanin that she hadn't already learned. His time was better spent on helping those blazing their trails through the Force for the first time.

They all seemed to be doing well, even Ki'an. Korr watched, intrigued, as the Kel Dor removed his anti-oxygen mask and gave them all an alien smile. The scar-ridden Jedi returned the gesture with a flicker of the lips in the general upward direction.

This is going better than I-

The Besalisk collapsed, face hitting the floor with a dull whump.

With gritted teeth, Ryan leapt to his feet and rushed to [member="Qun Vell"]'s side. He checked the Besalisk's vitals. Breath normal and a pulse too. Good. Clearing his thoughts, Ryan drew upon his knowledge of Curato Salva to restore the Besalisk to consciousness.

Getting back to his feet, Vell's flask in his hand. "I'm confiscating this."

Korr glanced around the courtyard. "Alright. It appears everyone... almost everyone... has the general idea of breath control. If you have any further questions ask after the Force Techniques lesson is over, before we begin saber practice."

He held out his left hand, palm flat. A visible half-dome shield of Force energy shimmered to life. "This is a Force Barrier, also known as a Force Shield, Protection, Bubble, and a multitude of other names. The basic principle is the same. You produce it by channeling Force energy just as you would do with a Force Push, but rather than releasing the energy in a blast you gather it up and form it into a shape. It is extremely difficult to produce this for any length of time and it is even more difficult to shape it into anything other than a half-dome shield."

The shimmering field disappeared as Ryan released the barrier. A training saber wiggled from the ground and sailed through the air into his palm.

"You will each attempt to apply this technique, with your eyes closed... while I attack you with a training saber."

The Jedi Knight smiled coldly in tandem with a snap-hiss. A length of yellow sprang to life in his hand, casting a golden glow across pale, scarred features. A blow from a training saber would not kill, but it would sting like hell.

"Stand up, erect the Force shields, and remember... do not try. Do."

Waiting only a handful of seconds after they'd stood up and closed their eyes, Ryan moved. Advancing with his right foot forward, Ryan swung the saber in a traditional Shii-Cho one-handed overhead slash aimed to take Padawan Karr upont the left shoulder.

[member="Ki'an Karr"] [member="Sesab Odai"] [member="Meeristali Peradun"] [member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Ket Vistas"] [member="Qun Vell"] [member="Michael Sardun"]
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
She'd been getting good, very good, at reading people, more out of necessity than anything, and as she wound to a stop and resumed breathing she found there was a quality to the young instructor's gaze that she found faintly unpleasant. The general impression persisted as he gave their next set of instructions. She'd seen that exact smile a dozen times from the more restrained kind of Sith teachers, and in the mirror more than once.

And the method was pure Sith too, a steep learning curve that ran straight from first instructions to painful consequence. With a twist of her mouth, Ashin focused on what had once been her greatest strength by far, her ability to project absolute denial into the Force in such a way as to repel nearly anything. Rather than tire herself, she put her focus on the development of a quick response, a brief pulse at a moment's notice. Not all Force shields were visible; it largely depended on what one wanted to deflect. Some varieties of adiabatic shield were invisible, for one, and her Force Weapon defenses had generally appeared as a faint haze rather than a tangible bubble. But Force Weapon was well beyond her now, and adiabatic shields wouldn't stop a training sabre. A succession of weak, domed shields snapped into visibility before her fists, each renewing the next arrhythmically as she struggled to do what had once been more natural than breathing. As Korr began working his way from student to student, Ashin focused on creating smaller and less ephemeral shields, insofar as she could manage.

She found she was of two minds about whether to stay. Introductory sabre technique was next, and somehow she doubted he'd be the kind of teacher who'd use more advanced students as teaching aides without injecting some element of...well, maybe not competition, but a need to assert authority when the class contained a ringer. And watching Korr's Shii-Cho technique, which was about what she'd expect from a Jedi of his experience, she decided that it would probably be best to leave early. Oh, it would come across as 'you have nothing to teach me when it comes to the lightsabre,' or possibly just 'I disapprove of your training methods' -- and if she was to be honest with herself about her feelings, both were factors -- but she'd sat through weeks of introductory sessions and distrustful, occasionally misguided teachers without comment.

In the end, no matter the explanations one offered or might be able to offer, no matter how valid or invalid one's choices, people would think what they would. The last weak Force shield guttered out before her fists, and before Korr got to her place in line, she stepped back and left.
 
The Admiralty
His breath steady, Michael could feel the hard resolve coming from Korr. A combination to be better and be strong in his convictions to the Code, it would be his downfall eventually if he continued on this path. But this was not the time, nor the place to discuss such matters.

Perhaps in a different thread, in a timeline where Sardun becomes a Master, a conversation could be struck. But for now, as Varanin decided to leave the confines of the training space, Sardun reached out to her with his mind. A subtle message coming forth from the depths of his spirit.

“I feel your pain, Master Varanin. May the Force be with you.”

Then he continued his meditation, while radiating an aura of calmness. Mostly for the padawans around them and especially his own padawan. This sort of training would have an effect on their spirit, and blunting that edge was a necessary act.
 
Watching [member="Ryan Korr"] intently, Tugoro would begin to focus as the man performed the force barrier technique, causing a shimmering shield of energy to appear in front of the Knight. Seeing as the technique was an advanced alteration of the basic telekinesis ability, Tugoro figured this would be no sweat. The boy liked to employ telekinesis in his battles, and had trained it well since first being taught it by a friend, Vala Melina. Closing his eyes slowly, the young padawan would begin to concentrate, tapping deep into the force energy that was within and around himself. It would begin to draw towards his figure like a magnet, expelling in front of him in order to gather the majority of it's power in one spot.

The boy would allow a portion of the force to focus on his body alone as his breathing began to calm, hoping to utilize the breath control in an attempt to focus and clear his mind. The ignition of Knight Korr's saber was rather audible, for it's hum continued to draw closer as each padawan got their turn. Tugoro was not sure where the man would decide to strike, though he relied on the force to guide him, as his arms extended to manipulate the barrier he was about to create. Harnessing the force energy he had gathered in the instant the Ryan struck, the padawan would form a small, shield shaped form with the force, however it was visible. It's presence was only made known as it collided with the training saber, causing a brief flash of light. The boy would step backwards from the impact, his barrier dissipating shortly after. Beads of sweat had formed on the boy's brow due to his concentration, causing him to feel a bit tired.

Turning his gaze towards the Knight, he would watch as his approach was ignored by Ashin, a grin spreading across the boy's face as he took in the sass. "Damn, burn, eh?" He would whisper quietly once more, nudging [member='Ki'an Karr'].
 
Ki'an carefully snapped his antiox mask back into place and took a couple of steady, deep breaths. He was very pleased with how the force breathing lesson had gone. He wasn't sure if he would be able to use the technique and fight at the same time, as another, far more advanced, padawan had ([member="Ashin Varanin"]) but it was something that he could work on. Putting that thought to the back of his mind, Ki'an listened as [member="Ryan Korr"] began the next lesson.

Force barrier was a technique Ki'an was also very interested in learning. He was not as strong in force telekinetic attacks as some Jedi were, but he was far from being the weakest. He knew with time and training, his force telekinetics would improve drastically. However, Ki'an had never maintained the energy of a force push before and therefore wasn't entirely sure how he would do at creating a force barrier. Ki'an heard his friend [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] whisper to him and Ki'an shook his head in amusement.

Ki'an reached out his hand and took several practices. His first shield sputtered out of existence as quickly as it had come, his second lasted only a little bit further. Finally, his third shield came to life and he was able to concentrate enough to keep it up. Though Ki'an's eyes were closed, he could hear the buzzing of a lightsaber blade approaching. Ki'an took a deep, calming breath and added more energy to the shield. He wasn't sure if his shield was strong enough to block the attack completely or if it would only slow it down. Keeping his eyes closed, Ki'an waited to see if his shield was strong enough.
 

Qun Vell

Guest
Qun Vell awoke to the sight of his flask being taken away and reached for it, the flask being held just barely out of reach. "But my- I- drink!" He protested, fumbling his words as the flask was confiscated. He then sat with a bit of a slump as he listened to the lesson, distraught but attempting to listen intently. He reasoned that perhaps if he accomplished the lesson properly maybe he'd get the flask back. Maybe. Hopefully.

Qun was not sure how a telekinetic barrier would help him deflect a lightsaber, as last he checked he couldn't push a lightsaber blade or a blaster bolt, but he discarded the thought as he attempted to generate the half-sphere's with with his hand. More akin to Ki'an Karr than Ashin Varanin the process was difficult for the drunkard, him only being able to generate the dome for maybe a tenth of a second before it disappeared. He attempted a few more times, managing around half a second. As he headed up the line he continued to try to get it to work, finally getting it to hold for a few seconds. It only took him seventeen tries, but it mattered little to the Besalisk. He had finally gotten it, and he was happy.


Finally he got to [member="Ryan Korr"], swinging away with his training lightsaber. There was a probably a smirk, whether shown or not, that the poor student and drunk Besalisk had gotten his turn, but if there was Qun didn't notice it. His eyes focused on one thing, the yellow luminous blade carried by the red haired knight. He swung it at Qun, just like had all of the padawans before him. But unlike the other padawans before him he did not block the strike with a conjured shield. Instead he took his upper left arm and grabbed the blade with his hand, feeling pain, but far less than a sober man would under the same circumstances. His lower left went to grab Red Car's swinging arm. HIs upper right formed a ball, covered in a telekinetic half-dome, before throwing itself with quite some velocity towards the man's jaw. His final arm, the lower left, went for his confiscated flask, obtaining it swiftly before it was put back on his belt. When it all was done the Besalisk let go of the training lightsaber with his now rather burnt hand and waved a finger at the Jedi Knight.

"It is not nice to steal." He said, before turning and getting out of the line, as if nothing had happened.
 

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