Typhor Zero
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Post by Typhor Zero on May 14, 2013 19:59:31 GMT -8
Zero watched as his opponent prepared himself. He had studied and watched Devlin in battle before, therefore instantly recognising the Makashi form, which he himself had tried some time ago. For Zero though, Soresu seemed to fit his fighting still to a tee, creating a flow in his fighting.
Zero did not make a move either, instead planting his feet even harder on the wet surface.
He knew Devlin was studying him and waiting, but he would not make the first move. Soresu was the defence form and Devlin knew that of course. Hence he knew that Devlin would initiate the attack soon.
For the moment though, both men stood their ground, rain falling all around them. He smiled at Devlin's remark.
"Indeed they must. Makashi, or am I mistaken? Test my defences if you will, I need a challenge to test it."
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Post by Devlin Dewe on May 15, 2013 11:25:28 GMT -8
"You are not."
Devlin nods.
"Challenge them, I shall."
Devlin moves toward Zero at a deliberate pace, right foot first then left foot. Just within reach of a lunge, Devlin does just that. He extends his right arm straight and steps forward with his right foot. A stretch. He aims to hit Typhor in the navel.
A simple maneuver, but one Devlin hoped would probe Typhor's defenses while loosening them up for the fight ahead.
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Post by Typhor Zero on May 16, 2013 14:27:26 GMT -8
Zero knew an attack was forthcoming.
He slid his right foot backwards, but applied most of his weight onto his front foot. As Devlin's attack reached him, he swung his lightsaber downwards swiftly, batting away the lightsaber. Almost simultaneously, he applied all of his weight onto his left foot and dropped into a sweeping counter-clockwise kick with his right.
He was hoping to take Devlin's feet from under him, but knew that Devlin would most likely be able to easily dodge the attack.
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Post by Devlin Dewe on May 17, 2013 14:02:01 GMT -8
Devlin allows his blade to drop to his right. He slides his body back and retreats with his right foot. He flicks his lightsaber upward quickly, counterclockwise.
Hopefully, it has gone under and beyond Typhor's guard.
Devlin aims to cut a shiim, a minute wound, on the underside of Master Zero's leg. If successful, he will disengage his lightsaber, allowing the leg to complete it's arc and his lightsaber to travel over it. Then he will reengage the blade and hold it at midguard.
A teaching moment, perhaps.
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Post by Typhor Zero on May 18, 2013 21:46:04 GMT -8
Luckily the speed of Zero's kick saved him from a small but painful cut.
As Devlin's blade came up, Zero's body had turned so that his lightsaber was on the same side. He moved his lightsaber to catch the blade. This sudden block however, threw him off balance, sending him into a roll. He bounced back up again, quickly bringing his lightsaber in front of him to block any attack which may have been coming.
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Post by Devlin Dewe on May 19, 2013 8:54:36 GMT -8
Devlin let Typhor roll away.
Turning to face his friend, the Cardooinian smiles.
"Wait for the opportune moment, my friend. A master of Soresu is patient."
It was not an admonishment, just simple advice.
"Attack, counter-attack, feint, parry, these are all part of the duel; but knowing which to use when is the sign of a true master."
He retakes his stance.
"If you wait for an attack, counter to catch your opponent off-balance."
He begins to advance toward Master Zero.
"Bladework will win more duels than you might think."
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Post by Typhor Zero on May 21, 2013 3:41:20 GMT -8
Zero knew he had counter-attacked way too soon. He didn't take his friend's advice as an admonishment, he did after all know he was the lesser when it came to duels.
"I'm too used to dueling training droids.. I forgot for a moment that I was battling the battlemaster."
He silently cursed himself. This fight would be over before he knew it if he kept making such blatant mistakes so early on.
He raised his lightsaber once more in preparation for an oncoming attack.
"I won't make the same mistake again friend."
He smiled. For it wasn't a threat or even a smart comment, but merely the truth.
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Post by Devlin Dewe on May 21, 2013 8:07:04 GMT -8
"Let's see how you handle this."
Devlin steps into the beginnings of lunge--but it's a feint--he lunges with his lightsaber, but quickly flicks his wrist down and to the right in an attempt to cut a shiim in Zero's left leg...on the upper thigh, two inches (or so) above the knee.
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Post by Typhor Zero on May 21, 2013 18:11:23 GMT -8
Typhor was in the zone now, the force flowed freely in his body, guiding his lightsaber.
So when the attack came at him, he let the force guide his arm. The feint faded, quickly replaced with an attack at his leg. Zero swung his lightsaber swiftly downwards in a counter-clockwise motion, blocking Devlin's lightsaber.
"I told you I wouldn't make the same mistake again friend."
Soresu, the defence form. He would make sure to live up to that.
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Post by Devlin Dewe on May 22, 2013 6:49:16 GMT -8
Devlin was certain Typhor took a step back, otherwise, the cut would still hit the leg as Devlin's lighsaber was moving out to in. But that was good. Both were learning, now.
Devlin's lightsaber spins inward toward Typhor's middle; but he lets it slide past without the lunge that might be expected. The blade continues to move to Devlin's left. With a quick flick upward, he attempts to just miss Master Zero's chin. The blade will then continue to spin out past Master Zero's right.
Devlin takes a step back with his right foot and draws the blade toward himself, holding it ready at midguard.
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Post by Urgayle Pyro on May 29, 2013 14:07:08 GMT -8
It had been a journey encompassing more than two months. six weeks in the belly of the freighter 'Shereshoy,' and now a further three weeks traversing the surface of Ossus. It was harsh land, and mostly Casten lived a no-impact existence, leaving no mark of his passage save footprints. His guide was the Force, and it was a compass he never had to check. It always read true.
His twenty-fourth day on the surface of Ossus, he crested a range and beheld the Praxeum. It had been a beacon in his mind for many months. Now, he would stand outside her walls before nightfall. Nodding silently to himself, he scratched absently at the full beard that now covered his visage, and descended from the ridge.
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Post by Devlin Dewe on May 29, 2013 15:43:54 GMT -8
Before nightfall, CZ-9's scanners picked-up a humanoid nearing the Praxeum's step. He had tracked the man's approach but was until this moment uncertain of his destination.
The CZ-series business/communications droid clanks out the double doors at the front of the Praxeum. His ocular receptors focus on the young, unshaven man.
"Greetings, sir. Welcome to Ossus. How may we be of service?"
His head tilts to the left side.
"Are you seeking the Jedi Praxeum on purpose or are you lost in the forest?"
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Post by Urgayle Pyro on May 29, 2013 16:07:29 GMT -8
"Hello, my friend. I am Casten Lorsa ne Velde. I have sought this place... all my life." He breathes deeply, closing his eyes to preserve the mental image of the place, its scent, and this moment. "I have traveled from the Galactic Center, and much farther, to be here. This place... it is where I belong."
The young Lorrdian, not normally given to such prolonged revealings of self, grows inwardly reflective for a moment, during which time the droid shifts once or twice -- a nice bit of programming mimicing humanoid behavior, to reassure biologics that the droid is paying attention -- before continuing.
"Come. If it is permitted, I would very much appreciate a roof, and a bed. I have been many nights in the open air, and the company of others will do me some good."
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Post by Devlin Dewe on May 29, 2013 16:40:10 GMT -8
"This way, sir."
CZ-9 turns and with shuffling steps enters the Praxeum entrance corridor.
"You will find on the lower levels the mess hall, medical wing, and offices of our resident Jedi Masters. My own owner, Devlin Dewe has his office just there."
CZ-9 points to a dark room on the right side of the hall.
"There are many vacant rooms at the moment, Mister Lorsa. Our Younglings were evacuated to Yavin during a recent Sith attack."
It in fact had been Dark Jedi, but as Devlin Dewe did not differentiate between the two, neither did his droid.
Stopping and waiting a moment for the turbolift, CZ-9 takes a moment to appraise the newcomer. Once the turbolift arrives, he quickly--as quickly as his mechanical parts allow--enters the lift. Stepping off onto the top level, he leads Casten through a similar looking corridor.
"The Padawans sleep on the top floor."
He opens a door.
The room is fairly spartan. Just a bed, a window, a desk, a closet, and a door leading to the fresher station.
"I hope the room is to your liking. It's not much, but the bed is comfortable."
The droid paused, if he could've frowned he would have.
"Goodness gracious. You probably wanted to meet Master Dewe. All new arrivals seem to want to meet him. He'll melt me down for scrap for certain."
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Post by Urgayle Pyro on May 29, 2013 17:35:01 GMT -8
Casten stood in the doorway, looking over the spartan room. It was perfect. If all one wanted to do was sleep, and study, it was ideal. No distractions. It reminded him very much of the room he had as a child on Lorrd. The Padawan (for so he was, though having the term being applied to him by the CZ-series droid startled him and made him smile inwardly) had been silent for much of their travels through the facility, Casten nodding or mentally noting the areas pointed out to him by his droid guide, and only now, reaching their final destination, did he realize the droid may quite possibly have been awaiting a question, or some affirmation of course or information.
"Never mind that for now, CZ... I have been travelling a long time, and though yes, I do yearn to meet the Master, I am unfit in my present state. I should cleanse myself before presenting myself to Master Dewe. No doubt he has much to attend to. I have waited years to meet him -- I can wait an hour longer." A smile "I highly doubt you'll be reduced to slag over this. I'll clean up, and make my way to the Master's office in an hour or so, if that suits."
The young man removed his cowled cloak, revealing the threadbare tunic, and tossed the garment on the bed, running fingers through greasy hair. A shower and shave would do a world of good. Before excusing himself from the droid's presence, Casten turned back toward the droid, still standing just outside the room.
"What is your designation, CZ? You're the first being I've spoken to in the better part of a month -- and I have a feeling we'll be seeing much of each other in the months to come."
After the CZ droid had left, Casten disrobed, and set about mending his worn out garments, before washing his only set of clothes and himself, and shaving. Dressing to meet the Praxeum's Master, the young man pauses to briefly inspect his appearance in the small mirror and, feeling adequate to the task, departs for Master Dewe's office.
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Post by Devlin Dewe on May 30, 2013 17:15:00 GMT -8
If the droid could have looked abashed, he would have. How could he have forgotten to introduce himself? He set a reminder to get his systems checked. Perhaps Master Dewe's quirk of not allowing memory wipes was finally catching up to him?
"I am CZ-9, communications and administration droid for the Praxeum on Ossus."
He left the room and Casten in peace. He began to wander the corridors to tell Master Dewe of their new arrival.
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Post by Urgayle Pyro on May 31, 2013 6:39:49 GMT -8
The young Lorrdian smiled as the droid shuffled off in the direction of the turbolifts. After his preparations, he walked serenely through the near-deserted halls, taking in his surroundings. Making his way back toward the main floor. Before long, he stood outside the office of Jedi Master Devlin Dewe, though his senses were pulling him elsewhere. Lorsa was not typically one to ignore his instincts, and so he let the Force pull him toward the location it chose for him.
Not a few minutes later, he arrived at the source -- one of the training rooms. There was no outward way of telling whether the room was occupied or not, and since the possibility existed that two Jedi could be behind these doors, engaged in a scenario or a duel, Casten would not interfere, and so he waited and meditated on the Living Force. Master Dewe would be along in due course.
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Post by Devlin Dewe on Jun 5, 2013 18:50:45 GMT -8
Devlin walks out of the arena he and Typhor were using. Noticing Casten, he smiles.
"Casten Lorsa, this is Master Dewe. Master Dewe, Casten Lorsa."
Devlin nods his head in greeting.
"What can I do for you, Mister Lorsa?"
CZ-9 had failed to inform Devlin of the new arrivals intentions; but Devlin wasn't about to think this man was a threat. Devlin just hoped he could help in any way he could.
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Post by Typhor Zero on Jun 6, 2013 2:30:39 GMT -8
Zero stepped out of the training room behind Devlin and stood beside him. He bowed to the guest.
"And I am Master Zero. But I am sure you two have business to attend to.. much as I have the Library to attend to. It's been a pleasure gentlemen."
He bowed once more and began to walk down the corridor. As he disappeared further down, his voice could be heard.
"And we'll finish that duel later."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2013 19:42:14 GMT -8
*The first part of her journey had been completed. Having made it from Knossa to the Jedi Praxuem without indecent. She took in the site of the Praxeum from a distance, it was a large building but her target was her somewhere. Activating the datapad on her wrist and image of her target appeared. The image was of a male Zabrak, formally human, named Typhor Zero. Closing the datapad, the human female scouted out the building from a distance until she found what she was looking for. A short distance above the ground was a ventilation shaft just big enough for her to fit. In a quick movement, she jumped up and grabbed the edge of the shaft and pulled the grate off before crawling inside.*
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