Dominion Where is the Lamb Sauce: Silver Jedi Concord Dominion of Wann Tsir

[Travot Ravenna]

Objective IV: BYOO - Lightsaber Practice (Open to anyone interested in a practice duel or just observing)
Nearby: Finley Dawson Draven Eterena Mi'la Undari

His smile lingered for a moment as he looked down on Resk'la'fey before the master ruefully shook his head. If this wasn't practice, I'd probably either switch to a defensive stance or use some other Force technique to make an opening...but now I'm bound by convention...or Am I? True, Resk'la'fey would probably be very unhappy if he let out a burst of electric judgement or telekinetically threw a log at him, yet something more mild and nondamaging probably would be fine.

He reached out a hand towards the ground - causing the bothan to frown - before telekinetically pulling a pile of fallen pine needles between the two jedi. In that brief obscuration, he jumped back down to the ground and darted to the side before abruptly lunging at his opponent. Resk'la'fey managed to turn to the side and began to backpedal under the flurry of blows from Travot's saber. Not quite where I want you....He grunted and channeled the Force through his legs before making a leap that transformed into a forward flip over the bothan. As he did so, he almost haphazardly thrust his blade at the bothan, bringing forth both a startled gasp followed by a brief chuckle. While the bothan hadn't expected that attack, Travot's thrusts fell woefully short of even touching the other jedi, but it didn't matter to Travot - he just wanted the other jedi distracted from attacking him mid-air. Travot's feet made contact on the ground and he once more went on the offensive, swinging his blade in a series of almost predictable slashes before he abruptly cut one of the swings short and thrust forward.

The bothan's blade was only deceived for a moment, but it was moment enough for the practice lightsaber to graze upon the bothan's left forearm.

"Ouch!"

"Sorry!"

"No, that's why we're doing this, isn't master?"

Travot nodded, "Well yes...but still."

"This was instructive...I expected more acrobatics," said the bothan, deactivating his saber, "but you seem to try and use misdirection more instead. That still goes with the form's philosophy...overwhelming an opponent's ability to mentally keep up with everything going on around them."

"Exactly. The philosophy behind a style is sometimes more informative than the exact choreography. Everyone interprets a style differently...and especially with Ataru, based on the characteristics of their body."

"Errr...your size?"

The large man nodded, "My friends used to say I was husky when I was younger...it's still true today. No matter how you frame it, I have more a target area -especially mid air - than the average person. Now if you're really small, the acrobatics are less of a risk..."

 

[Finley Dawson]

Objective: BYOO Saber Traiing
With: Travot Ravenna Draven Eterena Mi'la Undari

((Current outfit reference, btw))

"A pleasure," he replied with a small shake. "Good timing, by the way. I was starting to get antsy."

As Mi'la set her conditions for the spar, Finley couldn't help but give her a cheeky grin. "Unfortunately, our multitude of adversaries aren't the sort to fight clean. That said, I'm trying to take it easy, so there will be nothing crazy on my end. Just some good old fashioned saber twirling, flips, and the occasional spin."

He broke off their handshake and took a few steps back to create distance, unclipping a silvery hilt from his belt.

So, what should he try with her? The woman had let it be known she had been trained by a Council member personally, which meant she certainly was no slouch with a saber, rusty or not.

He glanced over at Master Ravenna who was currently counseling his junior counterpart. Prior to the arrival of Mi'la, Finley had been observing the pair engaging each other with Form IV, Master Ravenna offering valuable tidbits of knowledge along the way. Like many Jedi of his day, Finley leaned into Form 3 and 5, but with the changes to his body, it wouldn't hurt to dabble with Ataru this session. Among other things, he had a new set of bionic legs and lungs that could aid him with the more acrobatic style.

With a snap-hiss, an emerald blade erupted from the hilt. Shifting on his backleg, he turned his body sideways in relation to Mi'la's current position to present a narrower target, knees slightly bent. He raised his right lead hand shoulder level while leaving his blade pointed downward in a hanging guard position. His free hand was at the ready, seemingly primed for some Force-based shenanigans.

"Alright, now let's work that rust off together."

 

[Mi'la Undari]

Where Is The Lamb Sauce
Objective BYOO​

Outfit if we're doing that: Reference

Mi'la smiled, a lekku shifting as she began to think out her combat tactics. Her attire allowed for more mobility, gone were her robes and tunic, as she was clad in her workout attire for now. Ataru had been her style of choice, but so too was Soresu. If she had to have chose one, she would have considered herself a user of Soresu of course, but Master Sakadi had instructed her in that defense was only as good as offense in that you needed to exploit your ability to gain an edge over the opponent. One could not rely solely on the work and skill of their blade, but the use of the force, and the knowledge of their their own limitations.

Needless to say, she would need to remember what she had forgotten.

"I know all too well the nature of our foes, and they twisted ways they fight. But, we need not stoop to their level right now. Come." She motioned with her hand, her feet spreading shoulder apart, as one blade unclipped from her belt and gently came against her palm. Igniting the blue blade, she smiled, holding it at first with a two handed grip, before releasing it, and leaving a free hand behind her back, as her second blade quietly was collected in her awaiting palm. "Prepare yourself." She said, as she gathered the Force into her legs, and out through the ground around her. Eyes shut, a shrill scream seemed to sound from within her being, as Mi'la moved, and the force echoed in her step. She leaped, her feet moving off the ground, twirling herself, as she ignited her second blade mid leap. She would land short of the man back facing him, before thrusting the blade at her back towards him, spinning on her knee as drew the blade in her right hand up aiming to counter the blow that was to come in recourse.

Her movements felt off, it still felt off. She felt like a droid with a stuck motivator, stuck in a rut, with no way of getting out of it.
Finley Dawson

 

[Draven Eterena]

Objective VI: BYOO- Lightsaber Practice
Gear: Pfft.. Did you really expect that to change?
Participants: Travot Ravenna Finley Dawson Mi'la Undari

Draven waited in patience upon his branch. Curious to how Master Ravenna wished to proceed from his branch. There were so many potential methods for how one could make advantage of a tree branch perch. Considering it was Ataru though, Draven was under the impression this would be a limited place of stay. Despite the tactical advantage, and defensive boons you acquired by remaining in the trees. Draven just really liked trees as of lately.

Eventually, Draven felt the master reach out with the force. Causing Draven's hairs to stand a little in anticipation. While his survival instincts wrestled with his rational thought. Draven wasn't about to be under attack, and he was well aware of that. Though it never hurt having those habits keeping you in check, if ever somebody should prove to be hostile. Soon Draven observed a bout of pine needles flying into the air. Right before the master's form darted off the branch towards the individual whom he was teaching. Unleashing a series of saber strikes to initially attempt to overwhelm the student.

Draven was impressed in observing the master switch approach, taking to the air to go over the Bothan, still keeping up the offense. Even if only to attempt to mitigate the vulnerability that had been created by going up in the air. Oddly the best approach to handling the threat often times went against the better judgement. As a properly timed evasive action just to be sure the Master didn't decide to follow through with his strike, followed by a strike or two of your own, would have created the opportunity to gain an initiative for anyone of lesser skill, and potentially ended the fight for anyone of a higher skill level.

Admittedly, Draven also acknowledged that this was a third-party perspective. Seeing openings was much easier from the sideline when you weren't being pressured. Then being right in the heat of the action. Forced to react moment by moment, while also mapping out how your opponent may respond to any giving action and try to start picking up how you intend to lead the fight several moves down the line. Still things could be learned from the sideline. As it provided the potential groundwork, for learning how to adjust your own strategies. Which you could then test by means of trial and error, as well as repetition.

Draven didn't see how this demonstration ended. Though by the shocked exclamation the Bothan made he could assume. That Master Ravenna had found his opening and landed a strike. Draven was briefly turning his attention to another sparring session which was about to undergo. His head cocked a little to the side. The two participants consisting of a Twi'lek and another human. Both appeared battle hardened, and as if though they had been through better days. The human had been watching Master Ravenna like Draven was now taking turns between doing.

This was starting to cause an itch in him. A need to join in the sparring. As it just felt like a good day to let loose and just enjoy some fighting. The more people who showed up and began engaging. The more Draven was getting inspired by such a notion. Of course, there was a cap to how many people was confident being around. Even for sparring sessions. Which he needed to remain wary of. Though at the time it was well beneath the threshold.

Draven decided there was no better moment than the present. To hop down and approach Master Ravenna and the Bothan knight than this moment. Since they were in a short break from the fighting. Instead discussing the philosophy behind when agility was appropriate, and when misdirection was more relevant. The benefits to being small really did shine through in form IV for the very reason of small targets moving quickly were much more difficult to keep up with and strike. This was running through his mind as his feet hit the ground, and he began to jog over. "Good day." Draven expressed as he approached the two men.

 

[Finley Dawson]

Objective: BYOO Saber Traiing
With: Travot Ravenna Draven Eterena Mi'la Undari

If there were any questions about Mi'la's preference in style, all mystery was dispelled with a daring leap. The aggressive opening definitely marked her as an Ataru practitioner. Only they would be so aggressive with such an opening.

What a day to try Form IV!

Her speed through the air denied him the ability to intercept before she landed, but he had started moving even before she had touched down. The nice thing about mechanical legs was there was no buildup required for major motion. The servos generated torque almost instantly, allowing him to dash forward with a short hop to carry him out of the effective arcs of the Twi'lek's sabers.

At the same time, he curled two fingers of his free hand toward Mi'la at his back, attempting to Push her right on her bum as she was still spinning on the ground and relatively unstable in her stance.

In contrast to Mi'la's opener, there was nothing flashy about Finley's counter. More or less, he had skipped out of harm while trying to play keep away with a little Force push.

The old Finley would have immediately pounced to punish the Twi'lek for such aggression, but now he was rattled.

He was afraid.

 

[Rozalyne Kurganova]

Objective 3 - Food Panel
Contestants: Wu Yeoh-Mei Caltin Vanagor
Spectators: Jasper Olpher-Javik

Finally, it was time for the appetizers. Both contestants had finished their first course within the allotted time despite the curveball of the featured ingredient of the night.

First up was Master Yeoh-Mei, presenting a neat Atrisian-style arrangement of small riceballs, sauces, and, thinly sliced Pearls in many colors that covered the entire spectrum.

She took her time with the platter, trying the rice with different combinations of rice and sauces.

"Master Yeoh-Mei. I'm quite the fan of Atrisian cuisine, so I was hoping you would do it justice today, and to my pleasure you have. Each preparation of rice and sauce looks and tastes distinct. The way you made a visual spectacle with the different colored Pearls was also well done - they remind me of little flower petals, or the feathers of a Phoenix. Well done."

Next came Master Vanagor's appetizer, freshly made breadsticks with a dipping sauce. The princess had fun dunking and swirling the breadstick in the like a Youngling before taking a bite.

"Master Vanagor, I have to say that this dip is divine. So creamy, but I can still make out the flavor of the Pearl component. Well done for making use of the Pearls in a transformative matter. I must also praise you for making bread from scratch - considering the time constraints, any sort of baking in these contests is risky business. The crumb is light and chewy. I also appreciate your unifying theme with this dish and the way you have incorporated the various ingredients you are now promoting from across the Concord."

"A good start for both Masters, hopefully a sign of more yummy things to come with your remaining courses at the end. I'd love to see if any of you can make some sort of dessert with these Pearls."

 

[Mi'la Undari]

Where Is The Lamb Sauce
Objective BYOO​

Indeed, Form IV had a flaw, it was aggressive and required constant movement. It lacked defense, which was why Sakadi had shown teaching her the importance of Form III as well. As the padawan moved out of the arc of her blades, the blade at her back turning off as she shought to reposition. Mi'la was already moving to adjust, pushing onto her knee to leap back up, before the push of the force reached her, and feeling the flow of the force she fell back onto her rear, but didn't stop there. She rolled back, throwing her weight into the roll, just as the padawan leapt for her, feelings swirling within him, his emotions now a mess, as his composure was at risk of collapse. She brings her remaining saber to bare, swinging the back end of second saber around, as she swings the right blade back to deflect the man's first strike, the blade coming low close to the top of the hilt. She drives the pommel of her second saber into the back of his knee to drop his stronger stance, and attempting to throw her weight into the counter strike, aiming to push the padawan back.

If this worked as she hoped, Mi'la would push off the back of her feet, using the force to at least get herself back up onto both legs, her second saber rolling away in the process, using her abilities in Aerokinesis to put a bit more air into her leap, and slow her descent, as she seemed to come down as slow as a falling leaf. She needed to be better than this, she had fought Darth Void one to one for a good bit, so why was she struggling now? "Calm yourself, feeding into that anger only undermines your form." She advises, falling into Form III, taking a breath as she was almost certain the padawan was already coming back to strike at her.
Finley Dawson

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Objective IV: BYOO - Lightsaber Practice (Open to anyone interested in a practice duel or just observing)
Nearby: Draven Eterena

Travot turned towards Draven as he spoke and instinctively smiled, "Welcome!"

I've seen him before...on Kashyyyk? His mind briefly travelled back in time - as he had progressed through the ranks of the Silver Jedi Order, he had found himself studying different lightsaber forms more and more, and with that, also teaching different styles to students. His mind soon came across a brief glimpse of him teaching some of the basics of Soresu not too far away from the now smoldering ruins of the Silver Rest.

"Draven, wasn't it? I think I remember teaching you some basics of Soresu. How has your training progressed?"

 

[Wu Yeoh-Mei]

Objective 2: Team Wu

She looked at the judge with a bow of her head, motionign for the soup to be brought as the main course was being prepared as well as what was important.. the gelatto style to cleanse the pallete to make it so you could enjoy the food and not be overpowered. The potatos being peeled and prepared as strips of bacons from around the galaxy were being made.. jakobeasts, nerf to name a few but it was meant to be wrapped around the potatos with seasonings and baked. "For the next course we have a soup but not just any ssoup.... a heart red pearl soup loaded with veggies, potatos and exotic beefs from around the galaxy. All sliced to slivers so that they can cook in the broths heat like a ju sauce. Then served with garlic bread." She said it and the red pearl soup was a nice one... packed with different meats for flavor and the veggies and other components.. the red pearls came a ssaltiness so they hadn't overseasoned and colored the soup. Wu remained there as the food was cooking and she could smell it.

Caltin Vanagor Rozalyne Kurganova

 

[Draven Eterena]

Objective IV: BYOO- Hello Revenna my old mentor/Lightsaber Practice
Gear: Nadda
Participants: Travot Ravenna (Currently engaged with), Mi'la Undari and Finley Dawson (They be doing what they're doing)

Draven was glad when Master Ravenna finally caught up to whom he was. Considering he must have taught plenty of individuals. That was a heartwarming experience. The master inquired about how Draven's skills were honing. Making Draven reflect upon his recent experiences. "In regard to Soresu itself. While I'm practicing refining my skill in the art. It has not progressed as thoroughly as I'd like. There is an extensive explanation as to why though I rather not delve into the details." Draven expressed to his prior teacher in lightsaber combat. Draven shuddered at even the thought of his time within the crystal cavern he had gone to. Quickly suppressing the experience back down into the depth of his subconscious. He really was delaying a ticking time bomb.

"As for your lesson in broad. It has significantly aided me in my overall understanding of lightsaber combat. It even bought me some time in a sparring session with a Matukai practitioner." Draven came to the conclusion. He didn't like letting any lesson he was taught go to waste. Draven's attention turned over to the Bothan Jedi Knight who had been standing there and waiting patiently. "I apologize for the interruption. It was fascinating to watch how you attempted to respond to the master's assault. Form IV can be unsettling to be on the receiving end of during the heat of combat." Draven expressed in a calm manner. "I don't believe I've met you before however." He expressed and gave a polite bow.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

“Put your head down and work hard. Never wait for things to happen, make them happen for yourself through hard graft and not giving up.” – Gordon Ramsay
“Exactly which side do you think that I would be on?”​

As the judges went to eat the soup, he did not pay attention to their reactions to the food. Frankly Caltin knew what he served was good because he liked it and he cooked for himself(and of course his lovely wife), and this competition meant little to hum compared to feeding people and maybe sending a message to the people of Crispor that the Concord has something to offer them. So those around him began to finish the noodles and began pulling the bird breasts from the ovens as he began to layer the other part of the main course. The Layered pasta dish would be the “center forward” as the breast layed off to the right and the noodles to the left.

There was one more little canister to bring as the host of “Cooking With Caltin” brought over the main dishes and placed them in front of each judge. Two of the sauces involved were made with Red Pearls, the other with Golden Pearls.

The smells, combined with those of the soup, the salad and the breadsticks, even if still being “nibbled on” seemed to be on purpose. They all came together almost masterfully until finally the big man grated cheese onto the plates, not too much, in fact the judges could stop him or wave him off at any time.


Ladies and gentlemen, there is not much to say here, what you see, smell, and taste is what you get. Enjoy.


TAG: @Wu Yeoh-Mei @Rozalyne Kurganova
Whoever is there to help! Or anyone who wishes to converse!

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
HK-88 Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, (Jedi Interceptor in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Sanctuary Island

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Objective IV: BYOO - Lightsaber Practice (Open to anyone interested in a practice duel or just observing)
Nearby: Draven Eterena

Resk'la'fey's fur rippled as the bothan considered his answer, "I go by Flash mostly...an old nickname from my flying days, but formally, I am Knight Resk'la'fey. It's a bit of a mouthful for most people though. It's a pleasure to meet you as well. Travot seems to enjoy beating up, I mean duelling...most people up."

Travot ruefully shook his head, "It's only because I'm not as a good at a lot of other things. We all have our talents."

The bothan jauntily pointed a finger at Travot, "Trust me, I spent two weeks with this guy on a freighter. Decent pilot, not very good cook. Even his old padawan agreed with me."

"Well," started Travot, "I didn't exactly have a fully stocked kitchen to work with, and you both didn't want to have any more Autochef meals."

"We did after that."

"Fair," said Travot, "but my chili wasn't that bad."

"It wasn't chili...more like soup with dubious things in it. Dubious food."

"I ought to run a saber through you for that," smiled Travot, "maybe I still will. Then you can be dubious food."

"Oh no, a horrible comeback," said the bothan, "but I'm tired and very tenderized meat now. Ready for cooking so to speak...but this young padawan though...perhaps he'd care for a bout?"

 

[Draven Eterena]

Objective IV: BYOO: Lightsaber Training
Gear: Refer to Previous Postings
Participants: Engaged With: Travot Ravenna Somewhere Amidst This Area: Mi'la Undari Finley Dawson

Draven was a bit surprised the Bothan knight was ready to tap out of the action. Then again Ataru was a taxing form and Master Ravenna was not the easiest of foes to try and keep pace with. Though giving Draven's brush up from the Matukai practitioner who was also mentoring him. He was feeling a bit more excited about the prospect of giving it another go. Especially, if it meant learning more things from the experience. Draven would appreciate all the conditioning he could receive as someday his luck might run out again and he'd have no choice but to go up against other force users. For reasons other than friendly smack abouts.

"I appreciate the offer. Though I'm currently only equipped with just my robes and my fists." Draven calmly addressed to the master and knight. Of course, to say Draven was out of his element with this standing. Would be a full-hearted mistake. Just because he was unarmed in terms of weapons. Did not mean Draven himself couldn't hold off in a fight. Though for the sake of ensuring the most optimal learning environment could be provided. He felt it necessary to bring attention to this point. As when it did boil down to things. A well skilled practitioner of the lightsaber, or any weapon for that matter. Would be at a distinct advantage over even the most skilled master of unarmed combat. Luckily, the skill of one in the force did balance that field some. Though Draven was not a master in any art, even if he was getting proficient in several fields.

Draven now could only wait for the response on how they should proceed. While he loosened up some in case it was decided to proceed with this sparring lesson.

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Objective IV: BYOO - Lightsaber Practice (Open to anyone interested in a practice duel or just observing)
Nearby: Draven Eterena

Travot turned his head to Resk'la'fey, "Care to loan him your practice saber?"

The bothan flashed a toothy grin and tossed the saber to Draven, "I hope you have better luck than me."

"Oh, it's not that bad now."

"Tire him out for the next round, will you now?" smiled the bothan.

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

Objective 2: Team Wu (Go Wu)

For a while, Sukai had been home on Atrisa with her family due to the collapse of the CIS and subsequent and probably temporary retirement of her mother. While life her certainly been peaceful at home staying there for too long was never really on the young women's goals. Sukai was in the prime of her life and from her mother's recent.... excursion with master Wu Yeoh-Mei she felt it only right to be here today to cheer her master on, totally not just here for her cooking, something which had pretty much won over every member of the Yumi family.

Of course, said the master was in for some stiff competition if Caltin Vanagor presented was anything to go by. Herself among the spectators with Jasper Olpher-Javik as the two masters of the force and kitchen battling it out while the judge Rozalyne Kurganova looked on. "I wish I was on that panel", a small sigh escaping from the Atrisians mouth as she observed the varying dishes, in the making. Traditional ones from Wu that she was familiar with and loved, though catlin's own presentation as certainly no pushover.