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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2020 13:36:43 GMT -8
With a smile to the boy’s answer, Kalli guided the two out of the Training room with slow and steady steps. To learn to be calm amidst the raging storm of uncertainty was something she wondered if she could teach him -- albeit unspoken -- through all of this. Although his questions were shared by her in some fashion, only three could find the answer: Mark, Jair, and Mark’s mother. Soon enough, she hoped, she could help Mark discover his portion of this truth…
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Post by Roma Calmcacil on Dec 11, 2020 0:49:50 GMT -8
*Roma stood with her left foot forward, knees bent slightly, left arm held up in front of her defensively as her right hand clutched the bone hilt of her skullblade. Her gray eyes stared down her grandfather, his white blade active at his side as he paced back and forth. Suddenly, he moved, darting toward her with a stab aimed towards her shoulder. With a gasp, she leaned backwards out of the way, pivoting on her left foot then her right. She took up a new stance, weapon held horizontally in front of her, teeth facing out.
It was immediately knocked aside by an upward strike of the lightsaber. Her eyes widened and she leaned to the side to dodge another stab, then brought the skullblade back around to bat away the weapon. She then swung in the opposite direction at him, but he quickly hopped backwards to avoid it, his blade held before him.
Roma's heart raced, looking for a way to overcome her opponent; fleeing wasn't an option. All she could do was continue to dodge and parry and counterattack where she could find the opportunity. But she never once landed a blow. Indeed, before too long, she found herself at saberpoint, the white beam pointed directly at her heart.*
"We'll keep working on it," *he said, extinguishing the blade and clipping it to his belt.* "Your agility's very good, at the least."
*Roma panted heavily before finally plopping on the floor in a sitting position, the skullblade clattering beside her. Grandfather extended his hand and a canteen met it, before he opened it and handed it to her. She took it and threw her head back, gulping down the precious water.*
"Slow down, Roma," *said Mama, approaching her.
She scowled a little but did as told, looking over to see her approaching with Mina, the latter's staff drawn.*
"Who won?" *Grandfather asked.*
"Draw," *said Mama.*
"Almost wasn't," *said Mina, smirking.
Mama sighed, taking a drink from her own canteen before nodding.* "Yeah. She's good. Or I'm rusty."
"No reason it can't be both," *said Grandfather.* "Mina trains about as hard as Michelle does."
"Ugh, another sister to compete with," *Mama said, rolling her eyes and giggling.
Looking at Roma, Grandfather asked,* "Have you given her much combat training? She knows how to handle her weapon but not necessarily for fighting..."
*Mama shook her head.* "Who were we going to be fighting? I showed her how to hold it, how to defend herself with it, never to fight with."
*Roma nodded, still panting a little, and took another drink.
Grandfather crouched down, meeting her gaze and asking,* "Would you like to try a lightsaber?"
*Her eyes widened, looking down at his and up at her mother's before nodding at him... and then pausing.* "Mama told me they're dangerous..."
"They are. But so's your skullblade. And your arrows. Just like them, you have to learn how to use them properly, and I think you understand that just well. Besides, you know about the low-power mode."
*She nodded.* "Yes..."
*Mama squatted down, kissing her daughter's temple.* "You'll be fine. Dad— Er, Grandpa will show you how to use one." *Standing, she added,* "I'd better go freshen up before I meet Laney."
"Ah yes, so you can just need to 'freshen up' again later," *said Grandfather as he stood.
Mama rolled her eyes.* "Ah yes, I bet you went on plenty of dates with Mom smelly and covered in sweat."
"Ah yes, all the time actually, she loved it," *he replied in a tone Roma had quickly come to learn as "sarcastic."
Mama grinned and shook her head as she started to turn away.* "Thanks for taking care of her Dad. I'll see you both in a bit."
"Bye Mama! Bye Aunt Mina!" *Roma waved to them as they waved back and departed. She then watched as her grandfather gestured towards a cabinet, which opened to reveal several different lightsaber hilts inside. He called one to his hand then offered it to her. She looked upon it with awe, setting down her canteen and taking it carefully in both hands, nodding as he warned her about the activation trigger. She carefully turned it over, in awe of its design and shape.*
"Now turn it on."
*She looked up with a soft gasp at the directive, then down at the trigger. She mimicked how she had seen both he and her mother held the weapon, pressing the switch with her thumb. She nearly jolted as a blue blade screeched to life... then she stared at it in awe once more.
Smiling, grandfather said,* "That's just for training. One day, you'll get to build one of your own. Now." *He stood up, looking past her.* "Kasyr, come out here, please."
*The name sounded vaguely familiar to Roma. She turned to look at the Bothan boy from her first day here, meekly appearing from around a corner.* "Sorry, Grand Master," *he said.
Grandfather chuckled.* "Your being here is perfect, actually. Take a training saber and join Roma."
"Yes, Grand Master." *The boy extended his hand towards the same cabinet, calling forth one of the blades, albeit with far less speed and stability compared to Grandfather. He ignited a green blade and came to stand beside Roma, who had gotten to her feet by now.*
"Kasyr, I would like you to demonstrate to Roma the proper form of handling a lightsaber."
*His eyes widened.* "M-me, sir?"
*He smiled and nodded.* "Yep. You have them down. Shouldn't be too difficult."
"Okay, sir. Uh..."
*Kasyr, with occasional correction from Grandfather, demonstrated the various stances and movements known as "the basics." Roma mimicked them, receiving feedback from an increasingly-confident Kasyr. It was a lot of repetition, which was nothing new to Roma, and she was quite eager to learn as much as she could about the new weapon. After getting a decent grip of these movements, Grandfather suggested the Bothan show her "the drills," and Kasyr demonstrated a series of more-complex movements with the blade. There were a handful of these, all of which he walked Roma through repeatedly. Roma got the grasp of these rather well, though she continued to repeat them to the point she no longer needed guidance.
After a while, Grandfather suggested a practice duel, a suggestion that made Roma a bit hesitant until he assured her that Kasyr would go easy on her. The Bothan agreed, not wanting to hurt her and just wanting to teach her. The first few minutes were very overwhelming; despite the drills, Roma still didn't have as good a handle on the weapon. Kasyr wasn't even moving that quickly and Roma found herself flailing in response, the Bothan having to defend himself now and then. Grandfather had to calm her down and remind her to focus, just like in meditation. Though she managed to calm down a little, her form remained clumsy... but she refused to stop just yet. Kasyr was willing to continue as long as she did, and after a while she found herself getting a decent grasp of the weapon at last.
The practice duel continued for a little while after this point, until at last Grandfather said,* "I think that will do for now. You did well, Roma."
*She stood there, panting, suddenly aware of how much she pushed herself. Kasyr seemed only slightly less-winded, deactivating his training saber and holding it at his side. Roma fumbled slightly before extinguishing her own and holding it down.*
"How do you feel?" *Grandfather asked.*
"Sweaty," *she replied, looking at her arms.
He laughed.* "I mean with the lightsaber."
"Oh." *She held up the hilt and examined it, not entirely sure how to answer, then looked up at him.* "I don't know..."
*He smiled and nodded.* "That's fair, it might be some time before you know."
"But I still want to practice it!"
"I can tell. But not right now. You've done a lot already. We'll pick this up tomorrow if we get a chance. Kasyr, thank you."
*The boy bowed.* "You're welcome, Grand Master."
*Roma smiled and threw her arms around Kasyr.* "Yeah, thank you!"
*The boy's fur rippled at the sudden hug, but he returned it regardless.* "Y-you're welcome!"
"Kasyr, show her how to return the saber properly, then the two of you hit the showers and meet me at the entrance," *said Grandfather, turning to head out.* "It's basically dinner time."
"Yes, Grand Master!" *Kasyr replied, before he and Roma carried out the instruction, the latter's mind suddenly deeply occupied by the weapon she had held.*
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Post by Mark Shadows Sorrows on Dec 15, 2020 13:48:58 GMT -8
Mark was heading into the chamber with much on his mind. His lessons from Master Starflight were among the fresher things on his mind, but he also remembered Michelle’s and Jairs advice the last time he trained in here... Jairs advice... he could not think about that without wondering how Master Jair knew that song... his mother’s song... it made no sense. But Master Starflight told him not to dwell too much on that for the moment because it was distracting him too much from the here and now. And it was at that moment that he walked straight into someone at the entryway.
“Oof! Sorry I-“
And of course to his dismay, looking up, the boy discovered that he had bumped right into none other than the Grandmaster himself...
“Master Aerandir! I’m sorry...”
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Dec 16, 2020 13:38:34 GMT -8
*Aerandir looked down at the boy, more amused than anything, especially when he seemed even more apologetic upon realizing who he'd just run into. Laughing softly and shaking his head, Aerandir replied,* "Don't worry about it, Mark. Off to train?"
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Post by Mark Shadows Sorrows on Dec 16, 2020 13:55:02 GMT -8
The boy perked up a bit at Aerandir’s light hearted response.
“Yes sir! Master Jair told me I need to work on using the Force more when I spar, so Master Starflight told me to meditate. I think I can call my lightsaber to me in a fight now if I need to... Er... sorry about the droid earlier...”
The boy added, slightly embarrassed.
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Dec 16, 2020 14:03:36 GMT -8
"I feel like that one was more my sister's fault," *he quipped, before nodding.* "But they're both right. Centering yourself in the Force and allowing it to guide you during combat will likely save your life more than several times."
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Post by Roma Calmcacil on Jan 2, 2022 12:17:30 GMT -8
*The children hadn't mentioned to Serenity Sage that their next lesson was saber training, perhaps as a result of their rush to be on time. Fortunately, they entered the training wing with time to spare, joining up with a group of children already arranged in organized, evenly-spaced lines. Kasyr fell into place first, Roma mimicking him. Many of the children couldn't help but turn at the neck or waist to regard Red curiously or perhaps with amusement; while older students joining younger children for lessons was not unusual, it was still uncommon enough to draw interest.*
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Post by Serenity Sage on Jan 2, 2022 12:49:44 GMT -8
[ Serenity Sage a.k.a. Red | Saber Training Chamber | Training Wing | Jedi Temple | Felucia ] Attn: Roma CalmcacilAlthough about seventeen years of age, Red was exceptionally small for her age, but she had been around long enough for most to know of her, and there weren't too many Zeltron-like people here, so no matter what, the girl stood out among the Younglings. And despite the suddenness of her promotion to Padawan by Rawkill, the Jedi Masters and Knights seemed to recognize Red's status as official. Sadly, all seemed far too busy to continue her training, or perhaps she was left to figure things out on her own as some sort of training on their part. Unlikely, but a plausible reason.
She nevertheless felt a little self-conscious when she felt attention being drawn to her, and smiled shyly.
She glanced down at her training blade, then looked towards the instructor expectantly. She'd honestly hardly been here since her initial arrival, so this would possibly be her first time ever learning to properly wield the infamous Jedi weapon.
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Post by Steffo Rancis on Jan 13, 2022 15:42:34 GMT -8
Roma Calmcacil Serenity SageSteffo smiled kindly at the youngsters gathered before him, he recognised thst all familiar eager gleam in their eyes for he had had thst same look himself and sometimes even now he had to admit that the prospect of training with a lightsaber still awakened that wide eyed excited youngster.
Following his return to active duty he had relished the opportunity to take on teaching small groups of students as a lightener combat instructor. Thr Battle aster of the academy had been kind enough to reflect with merit upon Steffo's record and experience."Welcome back Raven clan." Steffo spread his hands and arms wide in a welcoming gesture almost metaphorically embracing them all. He liked the Raven's normally the youngling clans chose their own name after some sturdy, powerful or mighty animal, but Raven clan had gone instead for animal renown for its high level of intelligence, Steffo liked the way they thought. "You may notice we have a new arrival in our midst and I fully expect that you show her exactly how young Jedi and indeed this clan conducts itself; service, care and respect." The Jedi's ebony cloak billowed in his wake as he paced around the students listing the tennets off on his fingers. "So last session we explored how we grip or hold the saber, we looked at thr guard position for Shii-Cho and the first three strikes and four parties. So whom amongst you wishes to start things off by recalling what they remember about Shii-Cho and its principles?"
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Post by Roma Calmcacil on Jan 16, 2022 13:45:06 GMT -8
*Roma had learned by now to stand still and pay attention whenever a lesson was in progress... but she still wasn't used to it. She stood up a bit too straight, hands pressed to her sides, feet and legs stuck together like glue. It was a conscious choice... Mama was never so rigid when she taught her things, at most warning her not to get too close to certain demonstrations.
Kasyr had long since given up on trying to get her to settle down, hoping she'd learn to on her own. When the instructor asked a volunteer to describe the basics, the Bothan boy took it upon himself to speak up, reciting perhaps more details than necessary for Red's sake.* "Master. Shii-Cho, the first form of lightsaber combat, also known as the 'Determination Form,' or the 'Way of the Sarlacc.' The first form of lightsaber combat ever created. It's much like the way of combat with the swords Jedi used before lightsabers, but it wasn't created with lightsaber-to-lightsaber combat in mind."
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Post by Serenity Sage on Jan 20, 2022 16:23:31 GMT -8
[ Serenity Sage a.k.a. Red | Saber Training Chamber | Training Wing | Jedi Temple | Felucia ] Attn: Roma Calmcacil & Steffo RancisRed watched the instructor uncertainly, and lightly fidgeted with her training saber, though she didn't activate it. No point until she knew how to hold thing without impaling herself. Even as she did her best to listen to everyone, since even the Younglings here knew more than she did about how to use the blades, she was also examining her training blade, and considering the best ways to modify the device for higher performance output and add other features.
She had to mentally shake her head as she realized this wasn't even her own blade. Due to her abrupt promotion, she had never even gone through the usual process of obtaining her own blade. Perhaps when she got started she would implement the ideas she was formulating. But first, it would be prudent that she learned how to handle the weapon safely first.
She smiled gratefully at Kasyr for providing so much helpful information. Now it was a matter of keeping the business end of the lightsaber away from herself and making sure she could turn it on properly. Easy enough.
She hoped.
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Aug 25, 2022 20:11:16 GMT -8
*Morgan turned her shoulders, narrowly dodging a staff thrust, leaning back to duck the followup sweep as she handsprung back, managing to kick off her opponent and create some distance. Once on her feet, she twirled her whip, cracking the air twice before lashing out. Mina twirled away from it and hopped over the recoil, immediately making to close the distance again even as Morgan attempted to hold her at bay.
Rust, accumulated from ten long years without a single sentient foe. Morgan had been the opposite of idle during those times, and still quite knew how to handle her weapons, but her skill had depleted through lack of practice; through lack of enemies. Now that Roma and herself had acclimated themselves to their new home, training became one of her top priorities.
While relearning the blade had been little issue, her mist whip posed a greater challenge, a far greater difference in philosophy. Owing to that, the whip primarily served as a secondary weapon, but Morgan wanted more as she danced with her staff-wielding sister.
Contrarily, Mina spent her previous ten years training diligently, improving her skill to impeccable degree. Try as she might, Morgan struggled to keep distance between them and failed to sustain any she attained. While Mina landed multiple glancing blows with relative ease, not a single blow Morgan managed to land came from her whip. She remained calm, a necessary trait for wilderness survival, and never fell into any sort of panic; not that a mere spar should induce such a reaction. After managing to grab Mina's staff and redirect an attack, she Force-shoved her away and followed up with a lash... one Mina quickly caught on the center of her staff. She then yanked the whip right out of Morgan's hands and once more closed the gap, forcing her to dodge and counter with her hands, catching blows on crossed forearms.
Morgan managed to land a fist to Mina's abdomen, the accompanying Force-push sending her sliding backwards on her feet. Morgan lifted her hand, calling her whip to her. The rancor-bone handle flew through Mina's legs, the misty whip obeying her will and coiling around Mina's ankle as it passed by. Morgan caught the handle and jerked it, pulling Mina off her feet. Although momentarily surprised, Mina reacted quickly enough, leaning back and throwing her body wait as she planted one hand on the ground and pushed herself back onto her feet.*
"Oh, c'mon!" *Morgan let slip, only for Mina to quietly snicker in response.
Mere seconds later, Mina had already closed the gap, sweeping Morgan's own feet and standing atop her, end of her staff pointed at her chin. Morgan, resigned, sighed and laid her head back on the ground, eyes focusing on the upside-down image of her father.*
"Valid effort," *he said, approaching.* "Perhaps we should seek a tutor, I'm afraid I'm no good with whips."
*Mina withdrew her staff, which collapsed into itself as she attached it to her belt, and offered Morgan a hand. Morgan took it and stood, saying,* "I can't even beat my little sister."
*Mina, standing almost a head above her, raised an eyebrow.* "Who's little?"
"Oh yeah, so original." *Morgan smiled and looked at her father.*
"Would you believe she's even beaten Michelle in a spar?" *he said.
Morgan blinked, looking at a nodding, smirking Mina.* "No, no I wouldn't."
"Neither would I, if I hadn't seen it myself." *He looked between his two daughters.* "Going for another round?"
"I think I just need to practice," *said Morgan.* "Practice and think."
"'Think'?"
"Just about who I can learn more from." *Fleetingly, her mind turned to the Witches of Dathomir. Witnessing their downfall had partially contributed to her panicked retreating into the jungle, causing her to sigh and look away.
Aerandir put a hand on her shoulder gently.* "I'll see what I can do, and as always every resource here is available to you."
"Thanks, Dad."
"Let me know if you need anything, I'd better get back to business."
*As he departed, Morgan exhaled and took a stance, beginning to work through a few drills she knew of. As the whip's cracks punctuated the otherwise-silence of the training area, Mina took to her own drills, the sisters committing to their practice together. Morgan rarely made comment, more than aware of her sister's penchant for not mincing words. Regardless, she smiled a little, enjoying the bonding moment and ultimately being grateful to be home again.*
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