PUBLIC [FLASHBACK] The Blade That Shields [All Jedi]

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  1. Valryss Zan Kaar

    Valryss Zan Kaar Jedi Exile
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    Jedi Training Grounds, The Jedi Temple
    Coruscant, The New Republic
    425 ABY: 2 Years Before the Pietas Disaster

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    Sat beneath the twisting and shimmering golden trunks of the Force Tree, Jedi Knight Valryss Zan Kaar sat on the grey stone slabs of the Training Grounds' central courtyard. She wore her black and red stripe tunic and black trousers and boots. Unusual for the more lightly fashioned of her Order. Her dark brown coat robe was folded and set on the rim of the plinth that ran around the Force Tree. Valryss meditated in deep silence beneath the tree. Her arms clenched her knees and closed her eyes.

    Using a cross between a form of floating meditation and telekinetic saber combat, she had both of her dual-split sabers hovering before her. The swirled around her, tracing an overlapping orbit, each bending past the other. While the concentration upon guiding the invisible paths of the sabers helped her dive deeper into the Force, the telekinetic distraction was actually a new technique she had been training to master. The ability to fight with sabers beyond using your hands.

    It was a difficult and power consuming technique but, it was a natural new challenge for Valryss - someone who was well known for her adeptness with Force empowered telekinetic maneuvers. The challenge had been set by her master - Jedi Master Vanil Dawnstar, as a cheeky test before he had left to act as security detail for the Chancellor's visit to the yet completed Pietas Station. Valryss, ever the ambitious pupil, had set the unthinkable target of mastering it before Vanil returned. Lifting her hands suddenly Valryss smashed them together, her fists crushing against one another. Knuckle to knuckle.

    The two blade ignited and their dual purple beams spat out in humming roars. Valryss struggled. Her head shivered and her fist shook as she tried to control ever circuit, component, and power source of the sabers as if she was grasping them with her hands. But, it was too much. Too much to concentrate on, too much to control. Each bolt, chip, component, and grip of the hilt needed her full attention, her application of the Force and command. The blades sunk back into their emitters and Valryss broke from her concetration. The two sabers plummeted to the courtyard floor, rattling down the slabs. Valryss heaved a deep sigh and cough.

    "Blast it!" snapped Valryss as she collected herself.

    Behind her, a Temple Guard came down the steps. He called to her, "Knight Zan Kaar? The Padawans have been assembled. They are at your instruction now."

    Valryss rubbed her face, fixed her hair and plucked the two sabers from the ground with each of her hands. She turned to face the Guard and the Padawans slowly strolling towards. She nodded to the Temple Guard who stepped aside and walked onto adjacent steps to keep an eye. Valryss ascended the steps he had came down from and stood in front of the Padawans.

    "Well," Valryss coyly said cranking a brow, "Looking to swing some sabers huh?"

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  2. Tyra Kadenze

    Tyra Kadenze Two-faced, like a coin
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    In the past, Tyra cherished the opportunity to learn from more than just her master. Every new perspective opened doors, and her elders had so much wisdom to share. Nowadays however, it brought about a cold sweat instead. Her shattered reputation as a result of recent personal events had driven her away from Coruscant for awhile, but she couldn't cower in her own corner for too long until the grandmaster herself dragged her back, so to speak.

    Master Tal'Vera's presence gave her some comfort with the fact that, at the very least, she was safe from the other Jedi. But that was Tyra's paranoia. Whether they actually posed a threat or not was a different matter. To some, the others carried the same paranoia for her.

    The temple's beautiful peace did little to ease Tyra's nerves. She'd been here since childhood, the novelty was long gone, and she could've sworn she got some sour looks from fellow Padawans walking down the hallways. Worse yet, the instruction she was receiving wasn't a one-on-one, there were others joining.

    Tyra kept her distance while waiting for the others to arrive, and said nothing. As the temple guard notified the waiting Jedi of their arrival, Tyra gave a short but courteous bow as Knight Zan Kaar came up the stairs towards them, and allowed the other Padawans to voice their acknowledgement.
     
  3. Kalja Tal'Vera

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    Sanctuary…

    The Jedi Temple was known to be such a thing, a point of relative calm centered on a powerful Force nexus that seemed to sway to and fro – depending on who occupied Coruscant, and the temple itself. The many variations that the Temple saw merely reflected the ever-changing state of affairs – but one thing was for certain, it always returned to being a center for the Jedi. For them to live, for them to grow, and for them to pass on what they learned to newer generations. The Jedi Order itself was young, compared to other counterparts of millennia past – but that wasn’t a deterrence, more motivation to continue to expand and grow.

    There, beyond the eyeshot of the Padawans and the violet eyed Knight who stood before them, was a lithe blonde. The woman observed, hands clasped behind her back as her hazel-cobalt colored eyes shifted to each individual. Her fingers would intertwin as she remained in thought, and focus – suppressing her presence to all but one, her Padawan. The presence of the Grandmaster would most likely deter or inspire the wrong kind of motivation and would ultimately set up Knight Zan Kaar for failure…atleast she believed that.

    Her Padawan emitted an aura of nervousness, perhaps even fear and in response, Kalja attempted to counter such waves of doubt. She pushed confidence and gentle reminders of control, nudging the astrophysical version of Tyra softly. To her Padawan, she would feel the calm, and the control – if she received it as Kalja intended. The young girl was her greatest challenge, her greatest weakness and her darkest secret.

    A soft sigh escaped through a tiny opening between her lips as she reflected back, on the first time she saw the “change” in her Padawan. A cold shiver came over her, causing her to shift uncomfortably but despite that, her focus remained on the positive energies. She held exceptionally high standards, some even believed them impossible to be achieved by anyone – but the standard she held for Tyra was completely different. Rumors and speculation swirled why the Grandmaster had selected Tyra as her Padawan, and why she acted differently towards her…

    But those were exactly that, rumors. Kalja had her own reasons for being the way she was, and needn’t justify herself to others…

    Especially young Padawans.

    Her hands would unclasp from behind her back, arms folding across her chest as she brought her hand up to gently touch her chin, eyeballing her Padawan from afar. Part of her desired to cut off the positive energies through the Force, and enable Tyra to function independently, but another side of her knew that alone, had potential consequences no one was ready for. So, she would continue to press her gently through the Force – in hopes she would speak up and introduce herself atleast…

    Tyra Kadenze | Valryss Zan Kaar | Lanik Dawnstar | Aldritch Kaal

     
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  4. Hadrian

    Hadrian A Monument to all your sins
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    Peacetime was the ideal that all Jedi strived for. Its preservation was their ultimate goal, and for over half a century, the Galaxy managed to get it right. For the first time in History, people had come together. It was everything he wanted to believe in, but couldn't quite bring himself to believe. The Padawan was well into his fifth year of tutelage, but he showed no signs of ever having his braid cut away. Knighthood was the distant dream of every youngling, but at the age of twenty, this particular Echani hadn't even scratched the surface.

    Combat was the blood right of his people. It was said that the Echani spoke with their feet and fists, and so, it came as no surprise that he looked for every opportunity to make himself useful. In a time without war however, there was no place for it. Restless and unfulfilled, he spent most of his time training for the possibility that war might come again.

    That was why he was here now. His Master chided him time and again for neglecting the finer points of his training, but his near-obsession with conflict bordered on Errant. You will never have peace when your soul remains at war. His master's words resounded through his thoughts as he watched the other Jedi training in the art of Lightsaber combat nearby, employing strange and outlandish techniques that set them apart from common soldiers. It was curious, that his Master told him to come here, to watch combat. It almost seemed a paradox.

    "Ah, there you are," she greeted him warmly as her fingers brushed across his shoulder. The boy blinked, then glanced up at her. "I thought this might be an appropriate lesson, something to give you a fresh perspective. It's easily relatable."

    He turned his gaze toward the fighting once more. "I could have continued practicing with the 235th," he muttered. "For all the good practicing here does me, with monks and glowsticks."

    "Careful, you might hurt my feelings with that attitude," she smiled despite herself. "The lightsaber is the weapon of a Jedi. It's your life."

    "Yeah, we've been over the object lesson," he recalled. Part of him wished he hadn't.

    "It's a shame. You're gifted. A real talent, even. If you just committed yourself to it, I'd advocate for you to take the trials as a Guardian within a few months." She looked pensive as the others traded blows. There was a hint of sadness in her voice, albeit subdued. He imagined she was sad that her Padawan didn't show the same level of promise. "War is chaos," she said finally, "but a Jedi doesn't have to give into that. I wanted you to see- how we fight. How we're different."

    "War is war," he disagreed. "Fighting to protect something is no different from fighting to win. Either way, if you lose, you fail."

    "That's not necessarily true," she frowned. "Or are you saying that sacrifices-"

    "There's no such thing as a noble sacrifice," he cut her off. "Dead is dead. If you have to trade your life for someone else's, someone still died."

    "This is why you aren't ready," she said. "You've been a Padawan for nearly six years and you haven't grasped the importance of what a Jedi is."

    "Cannon fodder?" he asked. She stared at him, but held her tongue. He could feel the shock and subdued anger roiling beneath the carefully kept calm. "Look, I want the same peace you do. Ideally, this Galactic calm carries well into the future. But if it doesn't, rhetoric and lightsabers won't be enough to put down a war. We need soldiers for that-"

    "You're a Jedi Padawan, not a soldier." Her words were like a slap. Though they never said them, there were times when the Republic soldiers must have felt the same. He'd seen their scowls, the contempt they felt. A Jedi, wasting his time learning how to blow things up. "You're wasting your potential. You can leave and enlist any time, no one is forcing you to be a Jedi, but you haven't. What's stopping you? You have to know what I'm saying is true, or you would have done it already."

    "...just start the lesson," he murmured.

    "It's already started," she told him. He glanced at her again, and she gestured toward the others as they trained. "Today's lesson is extremely important. It's that a Jedi's place isn't always in the fight. Sometimes, you're more valuable as an observer."

    "So you're going to make me sit and watch them fight while I do nothing?"

    "You're going to watch," she corrected. "That is something."

    "Karking sadist."
     
  5. Lanik Dawnstar

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    Standing amidst the crowd of padawans, Lanik’s hands fiddled with his saber, his sapphire eyes looking up to the closest thing he had to a sister. Of course, she’d be the one hosting the saber practice, and of course, she’d forced him to come. With both Vanil & Lyira Dawnstar off on a trip, the adolescent had been left in the care of Valyrss.

    Lanik was no stranger to sparring, in fact, he’d been raised to do so. Nor was he nervous to be under the watchful eye of Valryss, no what scared the Jedi most was opening himself to the force in the presence of so many. Worrying his lower lip, the boy glanced from padawan to padawan, all within a few years of him. All with their own emotions, sensations that would bare down on him. This was why he almost never frequented the temple, and why his mother had deemed to train him on the Outer Rim.

    Flipping the saber around one last time in his hands, the Jedi seized it in a white-knuckled grip to steel his nerves. The cylindrical hilt pressed hard into his palm causing a slight throbbing, that pain kept the youth focused on what was ahead. A few students stood out to him, primarily Aldritch Kaal . A young Jedi that was a few years younger than Lanik himself, someone he’d only seen in passing. The other being Tyra Kadenze , her being closer to him in age, and also being perhaps the standout student in the bunch. It wasn’t just anyone that could become the apprentice to the Grandmaster of the Order. That alone came with great prestige and expectations that were hefted upon her shoulders. Many would perhaps envy the girl, Lanik simply pitied her. He knew what it was like to have to live up to a lofty legacy.

    Turning his sapphire gaze back to Valryss, he waited for her to continue on with what she had to say. This wasn’t home, he couldn’t allow himself to interrupt or even tease her in such a critical moment.

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  6. Valryss Zan Kaar

    Valryss Zan Kaar Jedi Exile
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    Valryss gave the Padawans no time to reply to her joking greeting. She bent down and snapped the locks on a crate that was placed by her feet when the Temple Guard had arrived. Inside were rows of Training Remote Orbs. Valryss bent over and snatched one from the crate. She held it in front of her, her deep purple eyes flicking between the orb and her students. She smiled and pressed a button that activated the orb. It wobbled and then levitated. Spinning on its axis it loomed over the students, like a planetoid caught in their orbit. Valryss watched it move and then watched the Padawan's reactions. She chuckled to herself, spun on of her hands back and with the Force pulled one of her sabers to her palm. Bringing the saber forward she pointed at the orb with the silvery chrome hilt.

    "I'm sure you are all familiar with our friend the Marksman-H?" Valryss said, continuing, "The bane of Younglings everywhere. The Zapper. The Pincher. The Orb. My generation had many names for it."

    Valryss rose up the steps and walked into the crowd of Padawans. "But, today, you will not be practicing your Forms. Your senses. Or any of the neat Saberplay I know dances in your imagination. No, today you will learn an important technique. A Technique that every Jedi should be armed with."

    Suddenly the Orb made a sharp dive and zoomed in front of one of the Padawans. It's blaster socket glowed preparing to fire. But before the small spike of blaster bolt met the Padawan, Valryss had ignited her saber and threw it. The whirling purple blade, spun by the Force Valryss controlled in a telekinetic vice grip, flew in a wide arc that batted the blaster bolt back and into the open air before spinning back to her hand. The orb flew back up and hung over the Padawans again.

    "Today you will be honing your reflexes, senses, and souls to the very important art of Cognitive Awareness," Valryss said. "Being one in the Force, not for your own sake, not to draw power to yourself, but to defend those around you. To defend your brothers and sisters. The helpless. The weak. People. Today you will learn the art of The Blade that Shields."

    "Any questions?"

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  7. Tyra Kadenze

    Tyra Kadenze Two-faced, like a coin
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    Tyra felt her nerves calming, though she wasn't entirely sure why. Perhaps it was because she thought this lesson would prove fruitful? Her shoulders relaxed, and she listened attentively and watched Valryss's demonstration with the training remotes. While even on their hardest setting, a late adolescent Padawan would be more than capable of deflecting its bolts, the twist the Knight threw in created some doubts for Tyra.

    Not only throwing the lightsaber but also guiding it with the Force to protect another from the remote's blast. A very useful technique, and one Tyra was glad to be learning. But it most certainly did not look easy.

    In her own time, Tyra had already practiced swirling her blade around without her physical grip, and it seemed like that would come in handy. What she did however fear was that she was going to get hit in the head by someone else's lightsaber, if not stung by a remote. She had no confidence in the other padawans to pick it up immediately.

    "None from me. But I don't know if everyone here is capable of that."

    Arrogant as it may have sounded, she believed the statement to be legitimate.

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  8. Kalja Tal'Vera

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    Kalja felt the flutter of disapproval, the lingering question and doubt that her Padawan exuded through the Force. She would shake her head softly, reaching out through the Force – touching the mind of her young apprentice.

    ~Although they may not get it like you do, there isn’t a need to call them out on it.~ She paused briefly, closing her eyes.

    ~Patience and understanding.~

    Another sigh, and a shake of her head, opening hazel-blue orbs to gaze upon the rune covered tree. Her hand disengaged from her chin, reaching out to gently touch the yellow carved runes. Fingers gently grazed the intricate designs, as she took in the flow of the Force from the large flora before her. Her vision would shift, from the dimension before her and the reality that everyone knew to be the world around them. She would delve into the Living Force, to the actual pools of Force and energy that swirled around them. She would touch the delicate webs of energy that interlaced through the core of the tree, to the roots in the fertile soil, to the Padawans eagerly waiting for their chance at the remote – to the very fingers that grazed the tree. Everything was connected here, a gentle balance, a harmonious cascade of lines and pulsating energies. Some energies were brighter than others, but they all would contain that spark of life – that fire deep within.

    Kalja retreated from her brief moment in the vast puddle of power that gave such vibrancy to the sometimes-bleak world around them. Her hands falling to her side and then behind her once more, clasping tightly in thought. Her steps would carry her from behind the tree, attempting to remain as discreet as possible, but maintaining an eagle-eyed observation on the training session that was ongoing.


     
  9. Hadrian

    Hadrian A Monument to all your sins
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    "Oh, its a training remote. I haven't seen this a thousand times." He stared ruefully to the Jedi woman who insisted he be present for this. She smiled.

    "But have you watched this particular group?" her voice seemed distracted, like she was unconcerned with his actual answer. She already knew the answer. He bristled at the rhetorical question, but did not react.

    Jedi weren't supposed to react. Not that he was any good at that part of the job. Echani were like exposed nerves in the Force. It only took the slightest emotion to set them ablaze. Half though he was, he still had something of that affinity.

    "Of course I haven't," he answered calmly. That was what they wanted, wasn't it? Measured responses. Mechanical, even. "What's your point?"

    "In some situations, your perspective can be just as valuable as your blade." She gestured toward the group. "Pay close attention to what happens now."

    He folded his arms. "As you wish, Master."

    She cast him a scornful glance, but bit her tongue. From their time together, she understood the subtleties of his speech and the best way to get through to him. Sarcasm cut to the quick, but silence was far more brutal. He found himself breaking eye contact and looking pointedly away.

    "What should I be looking for?" he asked.

    "What do you look for on a battlefield?" she offered him a better question. It felt like he'd been slapped a second time. "Haven't you been playing soldier for three years?"

    "It's not a battlefield," he argued. "They're kids. Teenagers."

    "I imagine you think you're quite clever," she watched the training, not sparing him even the slightest look. "A response for everything. Sharp tongue. Let me ask you this, then."

    She paused for a moment. The last real conflict died out before either of them were born. In their short lives, they had only known peace. It was hard to imagine the war they both struggled to prepare for. That was their reality.

    "If war does come, what purpose will your attitude serve? You, who have never known bloodshed or seen battle?" Her words could have been more gentle, but the voice in which she delivered them held no hint of hostility. His gaze swept across the ground.

    "The disposition of those around you is as important as their function. If you aren't aware of their strengths as well as their weaknesses, you can't effectively lead them. Teenagers or no, they're Jedi. There is much to understand about what they are capable of, and what they are not."


    "Yes, Master."

    "You've been learning to soldier for three years," she continued. "That gives you experience many of these Padawans and even some of the Knights lack. You know how morale works, and how tactics are applied, and not just in theory."

    He gave a half-hearted nod.

    "When I consented to your lessons with the 235th, I imagined it might make you a more rounded Jedi. You've been shirking your training at the Temple to fiddle with explosives and learn how to kill." She looked at him now, a bit sad. "The Galaxy will never want for soldiers. There's nothing wrong with that, either. Being a soldier is perfectly respectable. But a Jedi isn't a soldier. You need to understand that, and you need to make peace with it."

    For a time, he remained silent. She was right, as she often was. It was as infuriating as it was insightful. He watched as a Jedi cast her weapon airborne and guided it to defend one of the Padawans from a stray blaster bolt.

    Her words struck him as pedantic more than practical, but the execution was unquestionable.

    "Well?"
     
  10. Lanik Dawnstar

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    To be the blade that shields was a simple concept in theory, in practice however it was a completely different task. Lanik had gone on missions with his mother, and even with Valyrss herself. They worked great in groups and pairs, but that was less a byproduct of the force and more so based on their connections with one another. Their years of familiarity. The group of padawans while some may have known each other, there were of course those who didn’t associate with many. Lanik was among that number having done most of his training up to that point away from Coruscant.

    Prepared to step forward and offer himself up, the Calian found himself cut off by Tyra as she stepped forward. Stealing himself, Lanik waited to see what she would say. Perhaps she was eager to go first? Yet the words that came out her mouth were almost a backhand to every other apprentice that stood in the assembly. It did not matter what they were all capable of, or even if one failed.

    It didn’t even take Lanik opening himself to the force to sense the tension that was caused by such a statement. Biting the inside of his cheek, the padawan kept the initial words that came to mind held back. Taking a step forward to stand beside his peer, Lanik looked up to Valryss and spoke though his words were obviously not for her.

    “It matters not what another believes another is capable of. Failing is not a sign of defeat, it is a lesson that you learn and grow from. I offer myself up to partner with padawan Kadenze. If she believes herself capable of accomplishing such a task, it should be no problem for her to work with me.”

    Glancing over, his sapphire eyes landing on Tyra, the corner of his lips slightly upturned. “That wouldn’t be a problem for you would it?” Lanik knew he was handicapped in the task set before them, in fact, he’d probably be weighing Tyra down, but it would simply just prove his point. It mattered not what others thought one was capable of, what would be seen was the effort one put in. There was also the chance that the Jedi would make an absolute fool of himself. Only the force truly knew.

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  11. Tyra Kadenze

    Tyra Kadenze Two-faced, like a coin
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    Tyra felt a slight shimmer in the Force as everyone processed what she said, not unexpected. With the nervousness gone, it had just been replaced with arrogance instead. Most of the Padawans kept quiet, and mixed feelings of irritation, self-doubt, amongst others, could be felt. Most of the Padawans, but one.

    Lanik Dawnstar towered over the girl, over all of the present Jedi in fact. She crossed her arms and lowered her eyebrows. As he spoke, she looked up towards him. It was difficult not to be intimidated, but she held her gaze.

    She took a moment to study him, but couldn't hold her gaze for long before looking away. To her, Lanik seemed like a more than capable training partner. Despite her secret approval, her tone did not change, except for a slight hesitation.

    "Not at all," Tyra chose her words carefully: "Try not to get me hurt, and I'll hold up my end."



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  12. Kalja Tal'Vera

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    Observation was critical, especially when evaluating those who sought to grow within the Force and the Jedi Order. Kalja would admit to herself, it was something she struggled with. Even with the Great Peace and the Era of Calm – the Jedi Order was depleted. In a sense, they were like the Jedi of the first New Jedi Order which Grandmaster Luke Skywalker started over 400 years ago. Kalja was determined to restore the Jedi to the greatness of past Orders, but she knew it would be a mission that she could not accomplish alone. The New Republic had sent intelligence assets out from the Core, attempting to locate relics, artifacts and texts that had long since been lost – but they also sought to identify individuals who were Force Sensitive.

    “A grand task...” She muttered softly, unclasping a hand from behind her back to brush away a lock of yellow hued hair. She pursed her lips, turning back to the training exercise that was ongoing. Her hazel blue eyes would fixate on Tyra and the Jedi who stood with her. She would not intrude, or intervene – she would do as she had been doing...

    Observe.

    She would only hope that her Padawan would focus on the task and not the eye candy.

    Her attention would turn elsewhere, to a Master and a Padawan who seemed to be discussing something else entirely...

     
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  13. Valryss Zan Kaar

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    Smiling, Knight Valryss Zan Kaar stepped between the two barbed quip exchanging Padawans and placed a hand on each of there shoulders. “Perfect,” she said and flung out her right hand. The Force reached out and smothered the rest of the Remote Trainers docked inside their charging sockets. Ten of them, all blinking awake, rose in a swarm and in streams hovered over to the gathered Padawans and the Knight. The spread out in a ring above them all, surrounding each and every one of them. The ring began to spin, as each individual remote spun on its own revolution. Valryss then left the two Padawans and marched out of the crowd.

    She ascended a few steps and turned on her heel, a taking seat on the steps. Resting her elbows on her knees she gestured to the ring of Remotes with her saber wielding hand, continuing her lesson. “This has nothing to do with skill or capability,” she said. “This has everything to do with harmony and trust. Harmony and trust between each other, yourselves, and the Force.” Valryss then pointed to the other Padawans huddled behind Lanik and Tyra, “The fates of your fellow Jedi Brothers and Sisters depends on it.”

    “Try to command the action, get lost in the battle, busy yourself with tactics, and you loose sight of everything…and everyone,”
    Valryss said her voice lowering into a severe monotone warning.

    "Lanik!" she called fondly, "Learn to let the Force in this time. Use your emotions as your intuition, don't be afraid of its voice. Padawan Kadenze, employ that confidence to the task. Not to impress."

    “Begin,” Valryss concluded. The Remotes descended down from their ring, breaking their uniformity to dart off into seemingly random corners of the courtyard before circling back in their own attack runs. It was erratic, from all angles and quick. Tyra and Lanik could not be everywhere at once, they would have to work together to cover the huddled Padawans at the center of the courtyard.

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  14. Lanik Dawnstar

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    It wasn’t often one met a jedi with the amount of spunk and courage that Tyra possessed. Some would’ve taken their comment back, would’ve rethought their words, and avoided the challenge. Tyra instead simply accepted the challenge with a confidence that caught Lanik off guard. Prepared to retort to her last words, Lanik found himself cut off by Valryss splitting them apart.

    Lanik knew it was better this way, Valryss splitting up the argument would keep the class on track, as well as keeping the two padawans' minds away from their current quips shot back and forth between one another. Refocusing his attention on the tutor for this lesson, Lanik’s hands reached around to the small of his back where they rested akin to a soldier. Not out of a sense of duty, but to keep his nerves in check. The calian needed something to do with his hands, so put them behind his back, clutching one in the fist of another.

    All around, undocking from their charging ports multiple remotes flew to join the first in the air above the padawans. Their red photoreceptors focused solely on the students. ‘Wait a second, weren’t we only supposed to do two?’ The Jedi thought, his eyes jumping between each remote, a slight wave of nervousness radiating through his body. He knew just how much the darts stung when they struck.

    Lost in thought, the adolescent almost didn’t catch what Valryss was saying. Then all of a sudden the dots connected. They weren’t defending each other, they were defending the entire class. Jaw-dropping slightly, Lanik glanced over to Tyra. This was not a part of the plan. Hadn’t the lesson been far simpler? Was it Tyra’s overconfidence that landed them here? It was too late for either of them to back out now. Reaching to his belt Lanik unclipped the lightsaber, his cobalt eyes taking in each and every remote, knowing just how unpredictable they could be.

    The Jedi was prepared to do all this while keeping himself shrouded and pulled in, hiding away from the force, but his surrogate sister called him out directly on it. Heat rose up in the calian’s cheeks as he shut his eyes and turned his head away from the other students so they could not see. Yet Valryss was right, he would be of no use during this challenge if he kept himself drawn in, so slowly he opened himself.

    In an instant, as the mental barriers and walls that Lanik used to hide himself crumble, so do did the force fill his being. The mystical energy surged through the calian’s form, flooding it with a strength far beyond the natural. It was like standing at the center of a storm, the winds whipping around him. A tornado of emotions and sensations flooding the padawan. Excitement, fear, melancholy, the voices of millions shrieked within the Jedi’s mind. A hand rose to the side of the calian’s head and slowly he pulled and shrunk his perception, first blocking out the noise of those outside the temple. Then shrunk it again, to those within the training chambers.

    When next Lanik opened his eyes, he saw not what others would, what he saw were strings of golden energy interconnecting all those beside him. All those strings stretched between the dimensions of time and space, each one unique in their own way. Each connected to an individual, binding them to the force. With an exhalation, the Jedi felt a slight tug on one of the strings as it turned white and a trio of the remotes zipped through the air, crimson darts of energy targeting students on the far left.

    “Tyra! On your left!”

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  15. Tyra Kadenze

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    The remaining remotes activating and forming rings around the crowd sent cold shivers down Tyra's spine. She knew what it meant, and she knew for a fact it was a retort against her. For a moment, her visage displayed fear, but it was quickly replaced with the vaguest hint of anger. Tyra met Lanik's glace. There was no getting out of this, she was going to have to put her money where her mouth is, or pay the price of humiliation. No doubt Lanik hated her for this, in her mind at least, but that wasn't important right now.

    While Lanik gathered himself, Tyra risked a glance at the others. There faces bore the "I'm going to get stung and it's all your fault" look. Tyra bit her lower lip, but closed her eyes to steady herself. Her master was observing, one way or the other, and the other Padawans would most certainly be grateful if she and Lanik could pull off the miracle of keeping them safe. Her shoulders eased and she withdrew her main saber from her right hip, leaving her shoto alone for the moment.

    Tyra opened herself up to the Force, the same way she had been doing it since she was a little girl, only now she reached out to Lanik, knowing she needed his cooperation. Her eyes remained closed as she assumed a Soresu opening stance, her saber remaining inactivated.

    At this point, Tyra's senses were attuned to Lanik's, entirely through the Force. Wherever she lacked, he made up, and vice-versa. The girl felt the tug as he did. Her eyes were opened, the violet blade activated.

    Before the words had left Lanik's mouth, her saber was flying through the air, spinning, but not uncontrollably. She had no time for words, her full concentration was spinning the blade fast enough so that it nullified each and every blast from the remotes' salvo. All but one made it through, which missed anyways as a padawan performed a dance with his feet. But it wasn't over quite yet, as her blade still travelled through the air.

    Tyra made a fist gesture with her outstretched hand, stopping the blade in mid-air, not-before-long she pulled it back into her grip. It was not particularly refined, but she hadn't attempted this before, at all. Tyra observed the others. Nobody appeared bruised, thus she let out a small sigh of relief.

    That had to have been luck, she thought to herself. Talking isn't fast enough, was what she wanted to say, but no doubt Lanik would understand this with the lack of words she was spilling.

    Tyra closed her eyes once again, deactivated her saber and turned towards Lanik. For a moment: nothing, but not long after her training partner would see an image. The crowd's backs, which Tyra could not see where she was standing, and nor could he. The girl assumed her ready stance, preparing for another potential volley.


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    While he had been tapping into the force, and trying to warn Tyra, she had used her own presence barging into Lanik’s and forcing a meld upon the Jedi. A quite unwelcome sensation as a secondary presence connected directly with his own. A presence that was in fact twisted, and didn’t feel like Tyra, one that was tainted, abnormal. Lanik wanted to pull away from the meld, but doing so now would leave both of them mentally and physically worn from forcefully shedding that connection. Instead, it would suffice for Lanik to simply send negative sensations through the connection to Tyra. The string that now connected them in the Jedi’s perception glowing green.

    Using his senses Tyra had managed to deflect two of the three bolts, that had been fired. Lanik himself, focusing on the force, looking for another tug to guide him, suddenly found an image in his minds eye that blinded him. An image of the backs of the other padawans, one that did not help in this situation. Through that same tendril of connection, Lanik sent a wave of agitation, then another of scolding for her to focus. If she was piggybacking off his senses, he’d point her in the proper direction.

    Closing his eyes and shutting out the visual world, Lanik used his minds eye to take in the room, to perceive the strings of fate between each student. Then he had an idea, much like himself all the students had that slight preemptive awareness, they did not want to be stung. So as they felt the sensation of danger, that chill, so did their strings reverberate. It was a way for the Jedi to detect who would be targeted. Instead of throwing his saber, Lanik leapt backwards, the force empowering his legs as the Jedi flew up and over the crowd of students, his saber activating.

    An icy-blue plasmatic blade, escaped the hilt, its hum a song of defense as a red needle of energy met it, deflecting off into the far wall. Spinning while in the air, the Jedi landed on the opposite side of the crowd in front of a chevin apprentice that flinched back as two remotes dived for him, spitting the stinging bolts. Sweeping his saber, Lanik caught two of the bolts sending them on a return course for the remotes, dropping them out of the sky. Yet four other darts slammed into the Calian’s body. Each one an intense heat, and burning sensation that drew a groan from the Jedi’s lips. The pain radiated through his chest and right leg where the bolts had impacted causing the calian to fall to a knee. Jaw clenched tight, his left hand raised to grab at his chest. Yet, the chevin hadn’t been hit. That was all that mattered, that was the lesson. To protect the others at all cost.

    There was another tug of alarm as near Tyra more of the remotes swarmed in a starfighter pattern before breaking off to strike other students. Each of the victim's senses blared, the leylines of the force quivering. Using himself as the anchor, Lanik sent those sensations to Tyra so she could know which students to defend.

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    Tyra felt what she thought was a rejection of the meld she had forced on Lanik, but it subsided quickly. The Force meld was a technique she had practiced with her master several times in the past, to her it was the natural course of action when the two engaged in a combat drill, but it was different somehow with Lanik.

    The remotes prepared to attack behind the padawans, and her partner leapt over them to intercept - but with mixed success. While Tyra remained on guard, observing the remaining remotes, Lanik disabled two but fell to an overwhelming amount of bolts he could not deflect. The girl felt Lanik's pained reactions to getting stung, but she shut off the sensations, preventing it from further clouding her own senses. He was not going to be able deflect any more bolts, but his senses were intact - and so was their connection through the Force. Severing their meld would be disastrous in the moment, thus Tyra continued with her course of action.

    Nine remotes still remained poised to attack. Someone was going to get hurt, other than Lanik at least. Regardless, Tyra would try anyways. Trying in vain hope to pull off something she most certainly could not do.

    A tug, multiple tugs, as another group of four remotes near her closed in for a strike. The group split, each going for opposite corners of the crowd of padawans. With Lanik's assistance, she saw in which direction both groups split pre-emptively. Their flight paths were clear, as well as where they would stop to fire. But this information was useless, she couldn't be in two places at once. The girl just wasn't fast enough, her saber did not have the reach to cover both flanks either - but she one trick up her sleeve that she had yet to play.

    The remotes had nearly reached their firing points in the half-a-second Tyra had decided on her course of action. Another half a second later she had dashed over to the left of the crowd, but not before drawing her shoto, igniting its blue blade and throwing it into a spin to her right, hopefully deflecting a volley from the two remotes that crossed the saber's path. Tyra deflected a blast on her side of the crowd, but the second struck her outstretched off hand as she was attempting to draw her shoto back in. The shoto returned, but fell short on the ground, deactivated at least. Tyra deflected a bolt into one of the remotes, but took more to her right shoulder and left knee before deflecting a blast into the other remote near her.

    Her main arm was out of commission and she had just fallen to a kneeling position, which meant she could not use her lightsaber effectively anymore. The fight was over for all intents and purposes, but Tyra did not know if the remaining remotes would continue to fire on the crowd, whether they recognized victory or not. She and Lanik were defeated, and the blame was solely on her, but she did not want the others to come to harm because of it.

    Tyra reached out with the Force, through Lanik's senses, as well as the threads that connected between everyone present, she observed the remaining remotes. The remotes fell to the ground with a thud, deactivated. Done through the manipulation of built-in mechanisms, with the Force.

    Nobody was hurt to her knowledge, she felt no pain except hers and Lanik's. Tyra knew the outcome before it had even started, she felt nothing but remorse and stared down at the stone floor. She closed her eyes, her thoughts now on her training partner. She was careful not to cloud his feelings with hers. She gave him a nudge through the Force, making sure she had his attention before the girl gently loosed the meld for however long it needed until it had dissipated.

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    He watched the others with a passive expression as his Master took a step back, hands held at ease behind him. Despite appearances, the two Padawans who volunteered themselves for the exercise were at odds. Even together in theory, any attempt at cooperation was doomed to fail between them. Unit morale and unity required communication. It did not take long for their personalities to clash once things came underway.

    "They're going to fail," he said quietly. She glanced toward him.

    "Based on what?" she asked him.

    "They could both be the best in their class, but they aren't on the same page. Both of them have big personalities. Pride. He's going to do it his way. She's going to do it hers. Both of them are going to try to be the hero."

    She touched her chin, and as if by prophecy, Lanik fell victim to the training remotes. "A Jedi's life is sacrifice," she recited, almost like some kind of scripture. "He prioritized his charge's safety over his own. We'd normally give that a passing grade."

    "Normally," he gestured toward them, "but there's two of them, nine remotes, and a handful of other people to protect. Now one of the Jedi is wounded-"

    As he spoke, a bolt took Tyra to the hand and was summarily disarmed. He glanced to the Knight, who wore no expression as he continued. "-now both of them are unable to defend the assets. Mission failure."

    "Brutal assessment. But not inaccurate. Maybe you have been learning something," she smirked as she turned expectantly toward Valryss, waiting for the lesson to come to an end. "How would you have handled it differently?"

    "If I had become emotionally charged, I would have deferred the mission to someone else," he suggested.

    "Simple thinking, but there's a flaw in your logic. What if you don't have the luxury? You have to take the mission regardless of how you feel. How do you proceed?"

    "Swallow my pride and talk to my teammates," he said. "I felt the meld, or whatever that was," the youth added quickly. "Just knowing things isn't the same as planning. It's not the same as having contingencies, and it isn't the same as knowing how the people around you think. Lanik is always going to resort to self-sacrifice as a gambit play. If Tyra had known that, she would have made sure that he didn't need to put himself in that position. If he hadn't gotten hurt, he could have protected her. As much as they were sharing, they were still lacking critical understanding."

    His Master nodded. "Do you understand why watching is important, now?"

    "I feel like they should have known all of that," he replied flatly. "And giving Lanik the benefit of the doubt, he acted poorly out of emotion rather than any actual lapse in practical combat theory."

    "Are you excusing it?" she smirked. "How unlike you. Just because he's your friend doesn't mean there wouldn't be casualties if this was live fire."

    "Absolutely not. But Lanik knows what he did wrong, and he'll beat himself up enough without me saying anything. There's no reason to admonish him."

    "People aren't books, Jin. You can't read them all."

    He folded his arms and watched as Lanik reeled from the pain. "No," the Padawan replied. "But you can do your best to understand them."

    "Maybe there's a Jedi in you yet," she smirked as she took a step past him and went to offer her assistance to the two wounded Padawans and Valryss. "You're free to do as you like, Padawan Alta."

    He offered a respectful bow.

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    “Sometimes...” She appeared from beside the tree suddenly, kneeling down beside her wounded Padawan. Sure, her wounds were superficial on the surface, nothing that Kalja worried about. No, she worried about the deeper cuts into the essence of Tyra. “We must not lose ourselves in the Force, as we end up losing sight of the real.” She placed a hand upon the back of Tyra, pressing gently forward as to lean her up.

    “However, I must say, excellent attempt.” She nodded sagely, gently pulling away from her and looked towards the kneeling form of Lannik and then back to Tyra. Another Jedi came over and maneuvered beside Kalja. For a moment, she lingered next to her Padawan before suddenly standing and moving away quickly. Dismissing the emotions and sense of attachment – atleast in that instance. She would nod to the Jedi Knight, Valryss Zan Kaar. An interesting Jedi, and an excellent teacher.

    “Their failure is no fault of your teaching. Emotions run rampant through them. May I suggest they meditate before beginning again?” She inquired gently, tilting her head to the side.



     
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    They had failed the exercise, Lanik could do nothing but watch as Tyra fell, her abilities not enough to make up for the time it would take for the calian to recover his composure. The Jedi expected this from the jump, neither worked perfectly together. A meld forced on another would never be as good as a true meld. The mission had been doomed to fail from that moment. Then leading into Tyra attempting to utilize Lanik’s own perceptions of the force simply made it worse on the two of them for she wasn’t fluent with his way of viewing the force.

    Feeling the tug of awareness, Lanik’s eyes shifted over to Tyra, the blackened, thin cable of force energy that bound them snapping, releasing both from the failed meld. Pinching at the bridge of his nose as her presence retreated from his mind. The Jedi could finally truly think on his own. Had his own perceptions back to himself. Waving off the aid of @Hadrian’s master as she approached. The Jedi was made of tougher stuff than that, all calian’s were. Shrugging off the pain the padawan rose to his feet.

    There were many things he felt as he looked at Tyra, one would probably expect rage, sadness in that they had failed. But it was all Lanik could do to keep himself for voicing the indignation of her forcing a meld onto him without warning. Without his consent. A meld was many things, it was a bonding of two individuals. It made multiple beings into a single, each able to act in complete unison. That took sharing, that took understanding.

    “There’s no need to meditate.” The Jedi said bluntly. There was no amount of meditation that would fix the issue. “The meld was done too quickly, without my consent. That was where the issue lies… I was uncomfortable with it, I didn’t allow myself to fully embrace it. I tried to keep padawan Kadenze at a distance. I am willing to try again so long as she is, and this time does the meld carefully.”

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