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Post by Kent on Jun 13, 2016 21:46:39 GMT -8
The girl was no stranger to pain, it cuaght her by surprise, she forced the pain deep inside. She wanted to know what had happened more than to get her face fixed up. Bacta was good stuff it would work, even if it was delayed. What happened?
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Iella Dresari
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Post by Iella Dresari on Jun 16, 2016 9:05:31 GMT -8
*Iella stopped for a moment.*"Well I think the training remote malfunctioned for one thing. The shots it fires aren't supposed to be that powerful."*She opted to leave out the fact hat Kent's rather aggressive approach the first time around may have caused it. Of course neither of them could have known that would happen so there really wasn't any point in talking about it. But anyways...*"But even so, you still managed to deflect quite a number of shots. So...on the whole, not a bad first try." *She smiled.*"We'll discuss this more when we've gotten you patched up, OK?"
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Post by Kent on Jun 18, 2016 21:50:03 GMT -8
She kept the pain at bay.No not that, it was like i was no longer in control. I was but I wasn't. The thinking part of me was watching the doing part, not in control just watching...
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Post by Iella Dresari on Jun 26, 2016 20:24:29 GMT -8
*Iella sighed softly. Patience was a vital part of a Jedi's training, but she also had to remember that Kent was still very new to this and she wanted answers as to what had just occurred with the training remote. But those burns needed to be looked at, preferably sooner rather than later.
How best to explain this...*"That was the Force guiding your actions, Kent. In times of danger, it's not uncommon for that to happen to our more inexperienced members. In time, you'll learn to be 'awake' while 'doing'." *She shrugged.*"That's the simplest explanation I can give. I'll tell you more but first..."*She pointed to the wound on Kent's cheek.*"...you and I are going to the medical wing to get those looked at. Once you're patched up, I'll try to explain this in more detail."
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Post by Kent on Jun 26, 2016 20:39:47 GMT -8
She nodded, the burning pain began to weave its way back into her consciousness. The charred and blistering streak on her cheek, again, taking most of her focus. Without bacta applied soon a severe scare would form, one that would take away all of the girls beauty. In pain she nooded and followed Iella to the medical center.
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Post by Zemear on Jul 11, 2016 18:28:16 GMT -8
Zemear did not hesitate as his master's saber made contact with his humming weapon, rather he bounced off the saber's blade lightly, bringing his blade up, around, and back down for a hard hit to Tom's right shoulder. Normally an attack like this would leave his body exposed, but the large Epikanthix kept his arms bent and his body tight while moving his weapon. This gave him the ability to react instantly, should the Jedi decide to attempt an opportunity on Zemear's center.
Completing the arc, he brought his underhanded blade around into a center guard again. But that lasted only for a second as the Epikanthix moved forward, thrusting at Tom's center- IF his saber still lay on the outskirts of the Jedi's defense- where Zemear had pushed it. Perhaps, he would be quick enough to exploit the opening he'd made for himself, but Tom proved to be a very skilled swordsmen and Zemear was out of practice. He half expected Tom to either move- or strike his blade with the lightsaber again. |
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Jul 13, 2016 19:21:33 GMT -8
*Zemear had managed to make an impressive counter, bringing his blade down upon Tom's with deadly force. Force that Tom knew better than attempt to hold against, so he simply allowed his saber to be pushed away, enabling him to change his stance and arc in order to bring the blade around. He pivoted on his right foot, out of the way of the thrust, the saber still coming around and aiming to strike Zemear's blade downward, before attempting to take advantage of the opening and strike at Zemear's neck; with control to cease his motion if Zemear could not defend it, of course.*
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Post by Zemear on Aug 20, 2016 20:57:00 GMT -8
His thrust had been made and now his blade was opened for Tom's downward push with his saber. Metal sparked against energy blade and then his master's weapon was coming for his neck. The Epikanthix's eyes widened slightly, as he quickly ordered his thoughts to come up with a solution before his hypothetical head was severed, because he doubted Tom would actually follow through with the attack.
Suddenly, it occurred to him. He had the force. The energy built quickly in his center as his mind recalled its presence, and with his blade occupied and Tom in his guard, moving for his neck, Zemear lifted his unoccupied left hand. He opened his palm, thrusting with his body the energy of the force at Tom's center, in a force push. A rather half hazard one- but one that was right on target, because if Zemear was good at anything- it was aiming. he hoped this would simply push his opponent away from him, but like most things the Epikanthix, the force might be a little stronger than Zemear had intended it to be.
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Sept 4, 2016 18:49:53 GMT -8
*It was a new move, one that Tom initially thought pointless, considering that the blade's length exceeded the boy's arm span—especially from this angle. But his mind triggered a defensive response, his own left hand releasing from the hilt of his saber to meet the wave, putting up a shield to resist it. He planted his feet as he skidded backwards a little over a meter, nullifying the would-be beheading.
When he had his footing once more, Tom displayed a proud smirk.* "Now you're using every tool at your disposal." *His saber returned to a guard position, ready for whatever move Zemear might pull next. This mock-battle had already begun to prove interesting...*
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Post by Zemear on Sept 8, 2016 6:02:11 GMT -8
Zemear watched his master block the force push, and for a second, the boy looked both confused and a little disappointed. He took the oppertunity of Tom falling back, to glance down at his hand curiously, pondering on what else he could get away with, with the force. In the past, he had lifted things, pushed things, and drove a sith into a mountain with trees- but that last one was out of anger and he wasn't quite sure how to replicate it without such a dark emotion- and without trees.
But regardless, most of his force use had been physical, and crude at best.
But he had been using what he read as shatterpoint subconsciously his whole life- the force manifesting itself in abilities he had no clue about until recently. Normally- the Epikanthix thought he should have fallen this Jedi much earlier in the match. Though, as he looked at his master- he realized there were very few shatterpoints, even given the man's age. He was very healthy, and his form gave a clear defense for any weaknesses Zemear did see in him.
Perhaps- if Zemear could remove some of those defenses- he might have a chance against the solid form of Tom. While all these thoughts took a split second to race through the Epikanthix' mind, his assessing of Tom's position, relative a very useful weakness he found just above the man's left hip, took just a little longer- Tom would realize Zemear was scanning him- in a sense, but he might not have too much time to respond as Zemear lunged forward, instantly going for Tom's saber with his sword. Holding his weapon in his left hand, he gave Tom's saber a strong push to the right- while using his right hand to throw an angled punch to Tom's lower left stomach.
He very much expected this to, at the very least, stagger the Jedi.
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Sept 10, 2016 13:29:55 GMT -8
*The still moment that followed seemed almost uncharacteristic of someone like Zemear, but it allowed Tom to consider his own stance a moment, subtly adjust it to better create the near-perfect guard the Resilience Form allowed. He even lightened his feet ever so slightly, prepared should he either need to dodge a brute attack or quickly plant them once more in order to hold his ground. Zemear was looking for a weakness.
With a smirk, Tom dared him to try.
And try he did, lunging forward. Attempting to hold his ground would be foolish, so he kept light on his feet as the attack came, Zemear's blade making contact against his saber in a bid to push it out of the way. Only one of the Epicanthix's hands was upon the blade... Before Tom saw the attack, he released his own left hand from his hilt. He allowed his right arm to follow through with the push as he diverted his strength to his left arm.
His left foot took a step backward and his feet planted, the soles of his shoes again skidding against the ground as his palm met the full force of the punch just in time, preventing the blow to his gut... but releasing a grunt regardless. Stopping that blow took not only physical exertion but calling upon the Force as well, and he was sure it left a strain in his forearm. Better than the alternative.
Saber arm still free, he brought it around, pointing the blade outward and bringing it to bear upon Zemear's waist, now that he was within the boy's guard. If this was not the "decisive blow," then he would need to separate himself and continue seeking the perfect opening.*
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Post by Zemear on Jun 13, 2017 18:02:13 GMT -8
Zemear's arm froze for a second as his fist came into sharp contact with Tom's palm. The man was quick, despite his age. His master's blade came around for a blow to the Epikanthix' side, so with a quick twist of his wrist, Zemear attempted to bring his sword down heavily on Tom's saber- in hopes of diverting it away from his person- though he hadn't the time to get proper height on the blade for a good swing, it might still be strong enough to stagger the Jedi's resolve.
His other hand opened up, and he attempted another force push. Perhaps this time, with close range, it would stagger Tom even more. However, this 'doing two things with two different hands at once' thing wasn't ideal for his own concentration. Shatterpoints weren't helping him right now- and neither were these kriffing Jedi robes
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Jul 7, 2017 20:01:02 GMT -8
*The blade was deflected, but with not nearly as much power as Tom would have expected. Zemear was also clearly attempting another push, with enough tell that Tom's palm remained open; when he felt the impact of the weaker attack, instead of push him back, it instead drew into his being. Tom then withdrew his hand slightly and, after a moment of redirecting the energy as well as supply his own, returned it directly to sender.*
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Post by Zemear on Aug 15, 2017 20:29:11 GMT -8
Zemear wasn't expecting this to happen. As someone who fought force users using physical means- he wasn't totally aware of how the force itself could be manipulated from one person's attack, into another's. The stronger push staggered the Epikanthix- but more so, it jarred one of Zemaer's healing wounds from his previous fight a few weeks ago. His vision went blurry for a moment and the large youth staggered briefly.
He grit his teeth. He'd push through it. He wanted to continue the fight. Straightening up again, he took in a breath- and the newly bruised ribs absolutely protested, sending the Epikanthix to a knee with a growl of frustration. With resigned annoyance- Zemear held up a hand and placed his sword on the ground in a show of surrender. Obviously, he needed to learn more about the mechanics of the force if he was to utilize it in a fight- without costing him his concentration.
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Aug 22, 2017 20:44:47 GMT -8
*The redirection had done more than expected, seemingly including agitating an old wound. Tom could sense the injury and how much it threatened to hold Zemear back; how much more damage could be done if the Epicanthix didn't stand down. He could also sense the stubbornness. The man relaxed his posture, intending to suggest as much, but it seemed that, shockingly, Zemear chose that option on his own. Tom's green blade escaped into its hilt and hung safely at his side as he approached the youth—
But he was not so much a youth anymore, was he?
Regardless, he offered to help his student up,* "You fought well, though always remember: Just like your physical attacks, those from the Force can be turned against you as well by a skilled opponent. We should probably get that rib of yours looked at."
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Post by Maroth on Aug 23, 2017 19:52:31 GMT -8
Maroth entered the training room and moved towards an unoccupied area off to the side. For a moment he just stood there, motionless, attempting to visualize the training he would need to complete in order to better utilize his fractured selves in fluid combat. He lowered himself to the ground and crossed his legs in the traditional stance for meditation. Maroth settled deep with a Force Trance and visualized himself onto a field of grey mist. Next he began to construct the two colliding energies that made up his fractured psyche. Twins pillars of seething energy, one Light and one Dark, exploded onto the grey field.
We must make it so that we can quickly utilize our full potential.
Indeed. I was planning on placing certain rules into place that would allow us to immediately access our potential.
We should make it dependent on certain rules.
I had that thought but making it dependent on certain rules could cause us to have a disadvantage against a well-prepared opponent. Instead I recommend using our body as the Vessel instead of our Mind. We will be limited to only using basic Force techniques, but if we train enough, those basics could become strong enough to use effectively in a fight.
That...that would work. But take it a step further. Let us use our Force potential to increase the physical attributes of our Vessel far beyond their natural limits.
That would cause a rebound effect that might prove devastating if we had to use it for an extended period of time.
I'm well aware of that. I would prefer a weakness that can be overcome by training rather than a weakness dependent on the knowledge or tactics of my opponent.
Very well. Let it be so.
Maroth took the visualized energies and absorbed them directly into his body instead of attempting to use one or the other. The results were spectacular. A maelstrom of Force aura erupted from his body in a crackling display of raw power.
We are allowing too much energy to escape from our body.
I'm working on that. Quickly visualize the energy circulating around our body like blood circulates through it.
Slowly but surely the crackling energy began to move in lazy currents around his body as if it were following invisible channels. Maroth stayed in the Trance perfecting the flow of energy around him and allowing him to continue to draw more of the Force energy directly into his body.
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Post by Maroth on Aug 26, 2017 22:07:02 GMT -8
For hours, Maroth stayed in his cross-legged meditation stance learning to control the energies of his Force aura. As he struggled with the conundrum of balance, a though struck him that completely made his training falter. This lapse in concentration caused all of the built-up Force aura to dissipate entirely.
You had better have a good reason for completely messing this up.
I do. Do you remember being taught the different forms of meditative martial arts as a child?
Yes I do. They were drilled into us until we could do them in our sleep. Several times they made us do them in our sleep.
Then don't you also remember the Master who described the Matukai to us?
Yes. I do. What would that have to do with what we are trying to -- ah, I see. They don't use the Force externally. They only use it internally. The mastery that they attain to physically is enough that even elite masters in the Jensaarai and Blademasters in the Jedi avoided combat with them.
Yes. They effectively combined their bodies and the Force so effectively that even those so weak in the Force that the Jedi overlooked them in training could tear through Jedi Masters in physical combat. Their bodies were strong enough to withstand bone-crushing blows. They are the pinnacle of what we hope to achieve. While holding on to the meditation we were doing early, let's start going through our katas. Let us literally make ourselves one with the Force we so easily cast away from our bodies.
Maroth's eyes sprang open. His violet eyes shown with excitement as both parts of his shattered psyche drew on their respective side of the Force. Mimicking the Matukai in their way of control, the Light side of Maroth became the center with its calm precision while his Dark side added passion and raw strength. The two mixed to become one, and like a master bladesmith, he used his Will to forge the power of his two selves into one weapon.
The massive Sithspawn's body slowly went into motion executing various martial arts techniques ingrained to his body from his childhood years. The Force aura that was seen before once more erupted into existence, but this time with a different focus. By the time he was finishing his first kata, the aura surrounding his body had mostly vanished. By using exercise and precise control he was able to contain about 80% of his Force potential inside of his physical body. He entered the second kata moving faster, smoother, and more powerful than he had in the first. With each kata he did, the skill in which he used his Force augmented body increased exponentially until it seemed that he had become a whirlwind of blurring limbs and movement.
Not far from where he was performing the katas there was a training dummy for practicing lightsaber forms. It was shaped like a human and made from ship-grade durasteel interwoven with cortosis. Maroth began to move in its direction during a kata that emphasized slow but powerful strikes. When Maroth was approximately 3 meters from the dummy, he spun quickly pulling his arms into his body, then exploding them out like the rebound of a tightly compressed spring. His stance was wide with his feet just over shoulder-width apart and center of gravity low. His right arm was extended fully in a hard fist while the left arm stretched out in the other direction but was slightly elevated and much more loose than his right arm making him look like he was mounted on a riding animal with his arms outstretched.
The strike was brutally effective. The dummy had been pulverized by the finishing punch. Anyone who was a Force sensitive would have noticed that just at the moment when his fist connected with the dummy, Maroth had channeled a Force blast into the person-sized object. This blast combined with the powerful physical force of the blow had shredded the hard and versatile ship-grade durasteel as if it had been nothing.
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Post by Zemear on Oct 21, 2017 13:45:47 GMT -8
Zemear nodded, but shrugged slightly, indicating he would go get the injury checked out on his own. He wanted to consider Tom's words about the force being used against one's opponent even if the attack didn't start with him. He recalled several times turning an adversary's physical movements against them. He supposed force energy was the same way. Just because one person channeled the energy, didn't mean they had exclusive control over it. Perhaps Zemear could learn how to 'hijack' other's attacks. The thought was very intriguing.
With a dismissive wave in Tom's direction, the contemplative Epikanthix turned and began wondering down the hall. He knew he needed to go to the medical bay but he also really wanted to get out of these robes. They did not suit him...at all. While they weren't the actual cause of his loss in the spar, he would eventually find some way to blame the attire- eventually.
Just before rounding a corner, which would take him outside, Zemear paused, glancing here and there, suddenly feeling on edge. While the sparing rooms often brimmed with the mystical energy of the force- but something felt off this time- wrong almost, dark- yet still not an actual threat. It made Zemear more curious than anything. With deliberate steps, the Epikanthix stepped just inside the door of Maroth's sparing room and observed the- Zemear wasn't sure what the being was, but it felt odd seeing someone his size. Zemear often felt large compared to everyone else- but not when looking at the quickly moving creature.
While he didn't look as threatening in his jedi robes as Zemear normally did- he still had his long swords and his height- which was about equal to the sith spawns. Silently, he watched as Maroth destroyed the training dummy. Even with the balance of the force, Zemear still felt something inherently dark about the man. He also noticed the very few shatterpoints in Maroth's body. The combination didn't settle well with the distrustful Epikanthix.
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Post by Maroth on Nov 17, 2017 22:10:10 GMT -8
Maroth held the finishing stance for a few moments before utilizing a series of calm and graceful movements to bring himself into a normal standing position with his hands held palm down in front of him. The movements were designed to give the practitioner a visual and physical reinforcement to the idea of taking the previously unfettered violent movements and converting the mind back into peaceful stillness.
He looked down at his hands. It felt right. This new form, if that's even what it was, seemed to Maroth to be the only thing that made sense of his now inherent and opposing duality.
There is someone watching.
I am aware. He is not a threat. Still a youngling.
A youngling with more than one long sword.
Without turning, Maroth addressed the young Force-sensitive.
There are only three types of people who wield more than one of the same type of weapon. Pretentious fools who think they look cool; well-planning individuals who like to have more than one for the just-in-case scenario; or a Blademaster.
Maroth then turned to regard the...not so small youngling. His surprise at the youth's size; however, did not physically assert itself.
Surprise! He's an Epikanthix. Your startlement is hilariously fulfilling.
Oh please, you didn't know either.
His purple eyes steadily regarded the Epikanthix. Assessing him and taking his measure. After a few seconds of silence, Maroth folded his arms and again addressed him.
Which are you?
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Post by Eruestan Duskhand on Jan 29, 2018 8:42:56 GMT -8
The Knight lead his padawan to the training area. Covered in mats and other soft surfaces, it was almost pleasant to sit down and meditate in, if one could tune out the other jedi sparring or running drills. Eruestan found a relatively quiet section and set the bag down. He indicated Maggy to sit before he started retrieving the rocks, remotes, and data pad. Arraying the rocks and remotes in front of Maggy, he smiled at her. "We will work with both today, which would you like to start with?"
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