This is How We Do

[Meeristali Peradun]

Yavin IV
Out in the Jungle, Somewhere...

The habits he'd established on Ossus, years before, were fairly easy to carry over to Yavin IV now that the large majority of his time was being spent within Mandalorian territory. On Ossus he had patrolled the jungles, finding many spots where the jungles broke for water to assert itself, where there was rock instead of plants, all in the course of keeping a watchful eye. It was something that had begun with his cousin, Marakai Al'Orren, when he had first arrived to be amongst the Jedi. Now she was no-where to be found, the hideaway she had shared with him alone being empty save for when he dropped by to... do what? Be alone?

That had been her intention in that place. So, then, where was she?

Here on the jungle moon, he did the same, found the features that were a break in the trees, ran both in this and his other form, and honed the skills that knights and masters had taught him from the time he was but a padawan. It was why he was attempting to fell a tree with his bare hands, the combination of his own naturally potent strength and the enhancement of it granted by the Force enabling him to perform such feats as making people-shaped dents in thick durasteel walls. Why was the Felacatian felling a tree? Because he could, because why not, because... well, wood was used for things, right?

Right.

He stopped and looked up at the tall, tall tree he had chosen for its very real possibility of not falling on anything of use that would be damaged as a result - people, structures, and so on - and for the clear falling path it could execute, when struck just right. How did he know? Well, he didn't, and if a tree falls in a forest and no-one else is around to hear it...

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[Gilamar Skirata]

That's it. She was done with the Jedi. Done with the training, done with the meditating, done with the stupid lectures, and done with the stuck up Masters. Huffing a lock of light brown hair out of her eyes she hefted the backpack holding a couple spare sets of robes and pants and a few days worth of food and credits and continued to walk in the direction of what she assumed would be a Mandalorian starport.

The woods smelled funny around this time of day. Wet moss and dying trees mixed with the unmistakable smell of jet fuel and Tibanna from the nearby Mandalorian Starport didn't mix well and made her slightly queasy. She sighed, kicking a stone as she trudged through the forest. This was the third time she had decided to run away, every time something brought her back, maybe she went the wrong direction, or forgot her favorite robe, or just plain got tired of walking aimlessly. The Masters said it was the Will of the Force and her true intention to be with the Jedi.

She wondered what the Will of the Force was sometimes.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a falling tree, or rather the creak as someone or something was hacking away at the strong bark. Out of curiosity she made her way towards the sound in hopes of finding something interesting on her first official, never ever coming back to the Jedi Order runaway adventure.

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[Meeristali Peradun]

"Haaaaa!"

He struck the tree with an incredibly powerful shove, putting nearly every ounce of his strength into it. He heard a groan of wood, a loud creak, and knew he was getting close, so he stopped and stepped back to look at the tree. He carefully walked around it and kept his hands ready, just in case he might hear it begin to crack. It wasn't to the point where it could snap, that was certain, and it was a good thing, even if he was fast enough to escape it. It wasn't until he made his way back to the point at which he'd been striking the tree when he felt the approach of another individual. He glanced in her direction, then went back to his work.

"Whatever you do, do it behind me," he said, as he prepared to strike the tree again, "that's the only place I can guarantee this tree won't fall."

And without further ado, he bolted forward, plowing into the tree, at which point it groaned, creaked, and then cracked loud enough to be heard a ways away; with a cacophony of sustained creaking and popping cracks, the tree began to list and fall sharply to the earth, below, separating from the base of its trunk rather fast once the process started. With a resounding thud, the tree made impact, and once it did, the Knight wasted little time in finalizing the separation of the tree from the the jagged stump with his lightsaber - the objective was to fell the tree, after all, not tear it apart. He didn't hack, no. He looked over the point at which the tree and the stump still held together, and planned a few precise strikes to separate them. Certain the planned strikes would do the trick, he removed the hilt from his belt and ignited it, then proceeded to give the intersection a few precise licks of his blade, accomplishing what he intended.

And the blade was extinguished, the hilt returned to his belt, while he admired his work.

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