Arena A Jedi's Defense (NJO/Jedi)

[Caltin Vanagor]

The last thing that evil wants...​

Location: The Galactic Alliance/New Jedi Order ship "Prosperity"

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

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

“Your Focus Determines Your Reality.” - Qui-Gon Jinn​

There were multiple places that he could conduct this exercise when Caltin Vanagor decided to oversee a training class for Jedi. He could do this among the Wroshyr trees of Kashyyyk, in front of the Library of Ossus, the Ice Temple of Ilum, even the Temple on Coruscant. Even the Jadelight Beacon, was not the right place for this, which is why the big man procured one of the gathering halls of “The Prosperity.” In truth, he would rather hold this on the cruise ship “Dreamweaver” but being a public vessel was not secure to the level they would need it to be.

Caltin was here a day before he wanted the Padawans to come to make the proper arrangements for supplies and equipment needed. While he wanted this to be a (sort of) follow-up to Caedyn Arenais’ Ethics class, it also was about self defense. It also was “his” class, so anyone who walked in expecting it to go one way will find it twisting to another before they knew it. The equipment was already provided, training gear already picked out in line to each and every attendant’s measurements.

A Jedi was not about assets, this is true. The thing is when you were born with a trust fund, and then chosen by the Order, growing up with no need for it, eight hundred sixty plus years of compounding interest is definitely more money than you will ever know what to do with is definitely a thing. That was a conversation for another time though.

Was he nervous? Sure, it was a huge class of Jedi from all across the galaxy coming; and with the attitudes of many today, he hoped that there would not be issues but then again that is what the class was about too. Either way this was his wheel-house and while it seemed to be the only type of gathering many of the “younger set” seemt want to be involved in, it would be educational still.

Right now he was more focused on what was where, and going over the list of who was going to be here. It was a shame that there were not more “Silvers” or others from other branches, but that was their choice.The big man received word that the shuttles were coming in, he made arrangements to fly them in. Why not? They have their own equipment, refreshments and hydration are provided, he hooked them up!

What does that mean?

… and I thought that I was “old.” Anyway, the massive Jedi Master went over to “his” gear rack and pulled off a training pike and started going into a “kata.” Though he melded multiple forms and styles seamlessly, it was more to “loosen up” than to show off. Think about him what you like, but the big man knew his stuff when it came to combat. When his wooden staff finally broke on the Wing Chun he went to work with his fists and (to some extent) his feet.

No matter who came in through, if they waved to him, he would acknowledge them individually. They were more than welcome to come in and chat, or grab themselves something to eat, drink, whatever. The only thing not asked was for any of them to come up on the practice floor. Not yet. This was not about him, but them, they needed their own personal time before this started... too many times Jedi come into classes tight and it does no one any good.

On a white board in Aurbesh the words “I will address everyone once we all are gathered.”


TAGS: @Iris Arani | @Krass Wyms | @Sōla Taan | @Gabriel Pryce | @Hollis Orenn | @D I M A | @Daisy Masudo | @Silas Westgard | @Jasper Kai'el | @Fiyak | @Dreidi Xeraic | @Zoar | @Corin Trenor | ANY KNIGHTS OR MASTERS WHO WANT TO JUMP IN!

... is my undivided attention.
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[Zoar]

ABOARD THE PROSPERITY​

As far as fighting styles went, Zoar was certainly the... unconventional type.

That was made incredibly apparent as he entered the training area of the Prosperity. A ten-foot-tall robotic mech with dull metal plates, flecked with glow-in-the-dark paint he'd struggled to scrub off (courtesy of Iris Arani ), with a leather hood and battle cuirass that flowed to his knees.

The tiny Miln had designed his shell to be a brawler; dexterous enough to use a lightsaber with Zoar's level of proficiency, while strong enough to propel Zoar along the path of a Jedi Guardian. It wasn't very fast, as agile as a boulder, and the tiny mechanic inside was still working out a few kinks, but all-in-all, he was happy with Golem.

Zoar didn't immediately greet Caltin Vanagor , both impressed and vaguely intimidated by the show of force by the big man. Instead, he stayed back, in the very corner of the room, waiting for more people to enter. He secretly hoped that someone he knew would come in soon, otherwise he would have to... meet new people.

He shuddered inside the mech.

 

[Serana]

The sound of wings as they cut through the air were muffled... the feathers gleaming from the light. The hoofbeats as she moved and swishing of her tail. Serena had been asked if she wanted to learn more personal forms of combat... to better protect herself. The Del-Ya represented her species within the jedi afterall and was there to present skill, poise and above all she was there to let the non humans have some presence. SHe arrived in the room and looked at two things... a maintain of a jedi master and a giant robot... well okay he wasn't as large as the jedi ursa. The silvers having their power armored jedi for things but he was large and she trotted through the room tucking her wings in close and wrapping them close so the tips touched and formed an almost cloak over her back. Horn gleaming and her lightsaber was on her hip holter with her survival kit. "Grandmaster Matsu sent me, she said I needed to learn better combat skills."

 

[Iris Arani]

Iris had learned a lot in her life. Well, the more recent years of her life. The time spent under Master Noble's tutelage had opened her eyes to a great many things. Everything, actually. Literally everything. The world was just a haze of colors until Valery taught her how to look through them. And with it, came war. Battle after battle. Scar after scar. While she healed, the scars themselves would always remain.

And she was pretty tired of scars.

So here she was, walking into the classroom in a more classic Jedi tunic. Lightsaber on her hip. Prepared, completely, for whatever training was going to be offered. Valery had her own training to do now as the Sword of the Jedi.

Iris couldn't keep embarrassing her forever.

She offered a quick nod to the big guy, then to the other big guy who was actually a little guy. It was good to see Zoar again, especially away from the streets of Denon. And who knew, maybe they could work together here. that'd be fun, right?

Caltin Vanagor | Zoar | Serana

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Coruscant, Jedi Temple
Tags: Caltin Vanagor , Iris Arani , Zoar , Serana ​

Defense. It was something that Jasper sorely needed to work on. He could hold his own in a duel, but not without injuring himself in the process. Offense was not without it's counterpart, and the duelist desperately needed to improve. His duel on Empress Teta with Kybo Ren was proof enough of this. The minute he was up against more than a blade, he faltered. It was a miracle that Jasper had walked away with more then broken legs that day.

As he stepped into the room, he gave Master Vanagor a meek wave. The Master was a big guy, and that wasn't an exaggeration. He was built like a shock trooper, easily dwarfing Jasper in height and muscle mass alike. Normally, Jasper might be intimidated by such an individual, and he certainly was. Yet the man had a calming presence, one that Jasper hadn't expected. He got the feeling that Master Vanagor was a complex individual, one he could learn a lot from.

There were some familiar faces, mainly Zoar and Iris, who he had encountered on a few occasions. Zoar was a fellow mechanic, one who he had bonded over machinery with recently following an ethics lecture. Iris was less familiar to him, as their interactions had been brief up until this point. Come to think of it, had he even introduced himself? Jasper was historically bad at social interaction. Him not giving his name wouldn't be too surprising. The boy waved to Zoar, mouthing hello from across the room before noticing Iris nod to the Miln in power armor. Did she know him as well? If she was a friend of Zoar, than he had no reason not to properly introduce himself.

"Y-yo," Jaspser greeted awkwardly. "I-I don't think I've ever properly introduced myself. I've seen you a lot lately. F-for good reason. L-last time we spoke, there was kind of a Sith lord." Jasper stopped himself, exhaling and recollecting his thoughts. The duelist managed to muster a nervous smile. "Sorry, I'm not very good at talking. I'm Jasper."

Great, he thought. Now I look stupid.

 

[Corin Trenor]

By no means a master, Corin had become undoubtedly adept in the field of combat; from the blade of a saber to the knuckles of his fists, the Padawan made use of them more than most - the latter, even more so. His years on Denon had seen to that. It all felt so natural to him, the flow and thrill of combat. He never felt more alive than when his life was under threat. If he needed to be here or not, it hardly mattered, some piece of him wished to be. His conversation with Iris called back to him, especially when she entered the room. Those two formed a team, maybe there were more candidates here.

Corin mused, at least, as he sipped on his cup of water.

"Zoar, right?" Corin asked with the tilt of his head, a pointed finger lazily held out with the cup clutched by his side. "I heard you made that yourself."

Zoar

 

[Ichika Masudo]

♪ Inner Fire - tzi ♪​

Mastering an art or form was a commitment of years, and the practise was a way of life that bled into other aspects of the practitioner's existence. Though Ichika Masudo had instruction in one school of the Atrisian way of the blade for most of her life, a measure of learning of the martial art of the Echani for somewhat less, and the basics of the lightsaber, she couldn't say she was a master of any, and was therefore always striving to improve, always keen to add to her knowledge.

Walking into the designated hall aboard the Prosperity with her katana at one hip and practise lightsaber hilt at the other, she stopped, directing a bow toward their instructor before wandering over to get a glass of water and picking out faces she recognised on the way over, noting the ones she did not. She wasn't yet on any level of personal familiarity with them, having only talked at length with Addison Porte ; the older girl was the very first of her acquaintances amongst the padawan cohort, but Daisy didn't see her face amongst the few that were already here.

She paused at the refreshment station to watch the master work away at the mu ren zhuang, sipping her water thoughtfully. There was only so much she could infer from watching, but maybe it would become clearer with time...

Caltin Vanagor | Zoar | Serana | Iris Arani | Jasper Kai'el | Corin Trenor

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[Arlo Renard]

Kai totally could get to know other people. Especially now that he was a normal human rather than a Sithspawn. Really, he had no excuse for not getting outside his comfort zone.

So why was he following Iris around like a puppy dog, avoiding eye contact with everyone else in the room?

I guess I'm just not in a social mood right now, Kai thought to himself. He simply couldn't muster up the nerve to approach a relative stranger and initiate a conversation. Iris was fine, though. He knew Iris better than he knew himself. Maybe if she introduced him to somebody, he'd chat a little. But otherwise, he had zero intention of interacting with anyone else here except to punch them. If Caltin had them spar with each other, that is.

Zoar Caltin Vanagor Jasper Kai'el Iris Arani Corin Trenor Ichika Masudo Serana​

 

[Jace Rhane]

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Arlo Renard l Zoar l Caltin Vanagor l Jasper Kai'el l Iris Arani l Corin Trenor l Ichika Masudo l


His footsteps were light, measured and paced. His aura- colors, as some could see in the force, were that of gentle blues and greens. A patient man. But he had a smirk, as if he was waiting for a prank or joke to come to fruition. He had an air of mischief about him, but had the body of a fighter, arms taught and legs firm. His clothing was that of most Guardians- practical, but presentable.

Curiously, his leather boots were polished, clean, and free of dirt and specks. Only his hair looked slightly unkempt.

Arms crossed, the rather newcomer, and a recent Knight at that- took his place, giving a firm smile to those around him, but didn't say anything- yet.

 

[Gabriel Pryce]

Silas Westgard | Zoar

Gabe had never been on the Prosperity before. Sure, he'd seen plenty of holos, everyone had. The closest he'd ever gotten before this was flying past it on his way to Coruscant the day he'd arrived at the Jedi Temple. It had taken all of his willpower to not gawk at the pyramidal starship as they entered its main hangar. He had come a day early just so that he could explore the floating temple and he'd already befriended some of the staff volunteers. Apparently working for the Jedi didn't pay nearly as much as he thought it did. He'd wondered why the Jedi had moved their class to orbit rather than the Temple, but he guessed it might have had something to do with the recent threat to the Jedi and bombing of Senate Plaza on Chandrilla.

Today though, Master Vanagor, the big musclely Jedi from the Silvers was running a combat class. Technically it was a "Jedi Defense" class, but they all knew what that meant. With Sith never seeming to go away and the Empire with their Imperial Knights he knew that there would always be a true test of a Jedi's combat skills on the horizon. They weren't fooling anyone by calling it a "Defense" class. Then he spied that big armored suit again and this time he wouldn't chicken out.

He approached the massive suit of armor like a Corellian Sand-Panther, ready to pounce on an unsuspecting krahbu.

"Hey," he said suddenly when he'd crept up close enough to the metal suit. "Is there...Someone in there?"

 

[Hollis Orenn]

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D E F E N S E

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Tag: Ichika Masudo​

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Hollis figured a class about defense would be a good thing. Did she plan on getting into any fights? Well, not really... but one ought to be prepared just in case. She stood in the doorway for a moment upon seeing Caltin Vanagor practicing out on the mat. Was she in the right place? This didn't look like a class... then, she noted the words on the board and the refreshments.​

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So, this was the right place after all.​

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She offered the gigantic Jedi master a small nod as she entered and immediately made for the treats. There was another -- rather stunning -- young woman already there, and Hollis offered her a smile. "Hello," she said in a friendly tone, and helped herself to a pastry. She took in the rest of the students assembled, by now, there were some familiar faces like Arlo Renard and Corin Trenor , but she didn't really know them. Hollis offered the two a small wave just the same.​

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Returning her attention to the white-haired zeltron, she held out her hand (after making sure there wasn't any frosting on her fingers). "I'm Hollis, nice to meet you..." ​

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[Nida Perl]

Several years ago, Nida would have been at ease in a room full of Jedi. The Light was often soothing, but today it only served to make her anxious. She couldn't welcome it's embrace as easily as she once did.

Masters Noble and Tafo had encouraged her to integrate with other Jedi. Nida was not opposed to the idea, but it was an intimidating one—the last time she'd been surrounded by Jedi had been at her trial. Guilty of murder and to a lesser extent, some brand of Sith possession, she'd served out a sentence at Sunspot prison while simultaneously being deprogrammed. The soft spoken Zeltron's betrayal had been a shock, but it had to be dealt with. Could a Child of the Dark Lord, even one as regretful as her be trusted?

And now that ordeal was over, but the guilt lingered heavily on her soul. Ever demure, she hung back and glanced to the only familiar face among the bunch- Iris. Her whimsical personality was certainly magnetic, as she was engaged by a hulking autamoton, a blonde with his hair pulled back, and two young men who looked surprisingly like younger Dagons.

Violet eyes flickered over to their instructor as he prepared the training floor- Master Caltin Vanagor. She recalled Yula's words.

Oh, there's the big guy, too. Caltin. He's got Big Hero energy but is really approachable.

Nida's gaze found the wall again, glad that the equipment would be provided. She still hadn't retrieved her lightsaber, nor did she assume she'd be allowed to.

Caltin Vanagor Zoar Serana Iris Arani Jasper Kai'el Corin Trenor Ichika Masudo Arlo Renard Jace Rhane Gabriel Pryce Hollis Orenn

 

[Iris Arani]

Iris blinked and turned her gaze towards Jasper. Watched him for a moment. Did she know him? Mm.. She couldn't say she remembered him that well, but she did know they- Oh! Right! Tython! "Holy crap are you okay? What happened after I passed out? How did you survive?" Immediately she went to the medic line. He was here, and alive. And seemed fine. There was no real reason for her to freak out.

But she'd forgotten all this time. Now she was making up for it.

And there were a lot more people coming in. She blinked as another familiar color entered. Brought a smile for a brief moment to wave right towards Nida. It was good to see her out and about, especially with how nervous she seemed to be.

And then right back to worry. She looked to Kai, staring. "You were there too. Actually. Wait what happened? .. You both are okay. Um. .. What happened, really. Seriously."

Nida Perl | Arlo Renard | Jasper Kai'el

 

[Zoar]

Quickly, the room was filled to bursting with padawans.

A few familiar faces, Iris Arani and Jasper Kai'el , were some of the first to arrive. Just having their presence in the room was enough for Zoar to relax a bit. Not that he had any reason to be frightful before, it was just... crowds, y'know? The mech gave each of them a friendly nod in return, content to stay in his little corner, alone...

Until Corin Trenor approached.

Thankfully, Zoar saw him coming, and was able to prepare himself mentally to not be alone anymore. The power armor waved amicably. //That's me. Hi. Hello. You're... Corin. It's nice to meet you.// From somewhere deep within the suit, Zoar smiled. //Yeah, I did. Still making mods, I was hoping to stress-test today.// The protégé of Dagon Kaze was certainly making waves in NJO's padawan ranks. Whether they were positive or not depended on the person you asked.

Zoar tended to like it when the established views were challenged, so he opted to give Corin the benefit of the doubt. So focused was he on the social interaction, he failed to notice Gabriel Pryce sneaking up on him from behind.

//EEP!// The suit positively jumped, cringing away from the sudden sound of Gabriel's greeting, and taking a few panicked steps back, before Zoar regained his senses. He straightened back up, a large, metallic hand hovering over the mech's chest. //Ummm... ehem. Yes. There is someone in here. My name's Zoar.// He waved, trying to pretend like he hadn't just squeaked in abject terror.

- Caltin Vanagor - Serana - Ichika Masudo - Arlo Renard - Jace Rhane - Hollis Orenn - Nida Perl -

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Coruscant, Jedi Temple
Tags: Iris Arani , Arlo Renard , Caltin Vanagor , Zoar , Others...​

"Holy crap are you okay? What happened after I passed out? How did you survive?"

"That's a crazy story," Jasper began, feeling slightly more comfortable speaking. "So there was this weird orb thing that was made by that Carni-whatsit-guy ( Darth Carnifex ), the crazy Sith Lord. It made everyone act kinda weird, but you did something and then passed out. I stopped glowing after that (still trying to figure that one out) and Kai did some weird force things that I still don't exactly understand, but I decided that I should get you somewhere safer while he and Aaran Tafo fought the Sith guy. Then I ran into your healer friend, Amani Serys I think, and that Jedi Master lady Rianna Organa to see if they could help you. Apparently something dark had latched onto you, and they got it out or something? I didn't really understand, so I just did what they told me too."

Jasper paused to breath, becoming red in the face. He had talked for way too long. She definitely didn't need a play-by-play of what went down that day.

"Sorry," he apologized with an awkward smile. "I got a little carried away..." Jasper turned to Kai, his curiosity taking over. "How did you all get away from that Sith? I wasn't there for that part?"

 

[Domina Prime]

Caltin Vanagor Zoar Serana Iris Arani Jasper Kai'el Corin Trenor Ichika Masudo Arlo Renard Jace Rhane Gabriel Pryce Hollis Orenn Nida Perl​

"Now remember what we talked about?" A voice asked, slightly filtered through the helmet they wore as three Mandalorians strolled into what looked to be a fancy operations room. Consoles filled with holographic displays of a map and points of interest for a battle as Dima tip toed on her alien feet to see over the massive wookie Mando, the beast still towering over Dima and blocking her many eyes from looking inside. Clearly not paying attention to the shorter Mando standing in the doorway speaking to the Xeno. "Dimaaaaaa, focus, what did we talk about? Before we came aboard." He asked again, this time snapping his fingers in front of the alien girls face to draw the gaze of those many cerulean eyes.

"Oh! oh! Dima knows this!" She exclaimed, her tail rattling slightly as the four armed creature brought one of her clawed hands up towards her face, tapping her scaled chin with a claw and struggling to remember what it even was they talked about on the way here. "We said, we'd be assisting little mice in their tactical operations!" She mused, suddenly standing straight with a smug grin as she guessed the answer.

The Mandalorian stared.

"No Dima, WE ARE assisting a team of allies in their tactical operations. What we talked about, is what YOU are going to be doing while we're in the briefing." He corrected with emphasis in his tone, pointing a finger at the younger Xeno. "Simple rules Dima! Don't touch anything that ain't yours, no running about the ship like you ain't got no sense, and what was the third rule?" The Mando explained casually before asking Dima what the third rule was.

The Xeno suddenly remembered this part of their conversation, and within seconds the giddy alien slouched her shoulders as her tail slumped against the floor sadly as her ears fluttered behind her helmet as the Veteran stared and tapped his foot waiting for an answer.

"Be nice to the Godlings~" She groaned with a bored expression, the Mando giving a brief nod before stepping back into the room.

"Atta girl, be nice to the Jedi yes. Don't go around messing with em, just leave them be~" He warned before going to close the door

Dima wanting to step forward and inside with him shoved her tail in the path of the door, and while most creatures would have lost their tail doing this, Dimas slammed against the door and kept it from closing as the restless alien girl bounced in place full of energy she couldn't expel. "But why can't Dima help with tactical and smart stuff? Dima's brain is big and super smart to! Dima can do a 'battle tactic thingy' just like you!" She argued, the Mando so visibly rolling his eyes from behind his own helmet he almost fell backwards.

"Dima, go to the lounge, listen to some music, and behave yourself! We will be done in a couple hours." He finished, leaving it at that and kicking Dimas tail out of the doorway. Pushing the button and forcing it to slam in Dimas face as the young Xeno stood there for like...five minutes with her head low and staring at the ground.

"Behave yourself Dima, be nice Dima, don't touch that Dima! No Dima thats wrong! Don't do this and don't do that~" She echoed all the things told to her before lifting a leg and suddenly kicking the door as hard as she could, disturbing whatever they were talking about inside mid-conversation as her foot, thanks to the crystal-like talons on her feet went clear through some of the door. "You guys are a bunch of stupidheads!" She hissed childishly, the distressed xeno then turning away and stomping off with all four of her arms crossed over her chest.

Frustrated, the alien girl made her way back to the lounge room where she was 'permitted' to remain. However, upon sulking through the ship Dima's five eyes kept noticing a bunch of people slowly flooding into an entirely separate room.

Curiosity naturally got the better of her. Dima diverting course and moving towards the frame of the door just outside of the room where Caltin Vanagor held his little class. From behind her helmet she scanned many small little ones, some slightly non-little ones, and tall ones. And just as she went to move inside a voice rang from right behind her shoulder.

"AND WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!?" A tiny little floating droid barked into her ear, causing Dima to jump out of her scales and suddenly turn away from the classroom as if she weren't thinking of going inside.

"N-nothing! Dima wasn't doing anything! Honest!" Dima whined, shrinking in her stature as the nurse droid looked at Dima, then back into the Room, then back at Dima.

"Uh huh, you wanted to go inside huh? You know what this room is?" The droid asked, Dima grumbling beneath her helm and shaking her head.

"Well, no, but everyone else is allowed in and Dima is bored and Dima doesn't wanna sit alone in a lounge for hours~" Dima mumbled, the droid flicking its central light.

"You won't be alone, you have me! And besides, this room was reserved for Jedi. Its a defense class, you won't be permitted~" The droid mused, suddenly sending a boiling anger flooding through the Xenos veins.

"Dima is tired of everyone telling Dima where she can and can't go and who her friends can and can't be!" Her arm snatched X9 out of the air, walking DIRECTLY through those doors and squeezing the little droid in her claws. "Look! Dima is inside now? Who is going to stop her!? You? Cousins?" She pulled him closer to her visor. "The Godlings?" She hissed slowly like a serpent, the droid struggling in her claws.

"D-dima! Calm down! no one was saying that!" The droid cried, trying to avoid causing a scene only to make Dima blow up and make a bigger one.

"No! Nonono! You all think Dima is just some stupid thing! Like Dimas feelings don't matter, but they do! This one won't be herded like some prey animal!" Dima angrily snarled, suddenly taking the droid and tossing it out of the room as Dima walked in. The droid recovered quickly, levitating back into the air and flying back inside to catch up with Dima as she stomped her way past many of the padawans, until a large object of marvel caught the aliens eye.

A deep, audible gasp erupted in the air, five bright eyes flicking and swirling behind her Mandalorian helmet as her Gaze all found Zoar . The massive machine they operated catching Dimas attention, almost completely disarming all her anger and frustration from a moment ago as Dima bounced towards him with that looked to be little Kangaroo-like hops from her alien legs. Giddy and filled with curiosity she could not help but let those four, elongated tendrils spill out from her body, falling from her back and all over the floor as muscles within them swelled. Hoisting Dima up to stand about fourteen feet tall, looming over Zoar and chittering her teeth in delight.

"Wow that is totally like, super cool and awesome!" The Xeno blurted out, pausing between phrases like a machine looking for the correct word to insert. Sharp, crystal-claws went to graze over the back of the armored suit, tendrils dancing and talons attempting to go poking and plucking at the suits leg pieces as one of Dimas hands moved up to try poke the large suit all over. "How did you forge the pieces? Did a cousin help? Ohhhh or did you make it! That would be amazing, Everything Dima tries to make like, just blows up half the time. Then cousins get mad at Dima and tell this one she can't use the forges~" She muttered, clearly infatuated with the armored suit before her eyes darted about and got distracted all over again, mainly by the many other padawans standing around her as a realization settled upon her...she hadn't introduced herself.

"...Oh ummm..." Dima fiddled with her many hands nervously. "This ones name is Dima, this one is very sweet like sugar and honey, yes?" Dima cooed, looking at them all with her face behind the helmet twisting and grimacing in fear.

X9 came hovering over. "Dima! Dima what are you DOING!? Put those things away right now you were told to be nice!" X9 scolded, making Dima shrink a foot or two shorter as her tendrils lowered her body closer to the ground. "Oh my, oh dear, i am so sorry about her. She doesn't GET OUT MUCH! And tends to misbehave when shes bored. But she was JUST leaving, isn't that right Dima?"

"But Dima is being sweet like candy why does Dima have to go?!" She argued, the droid apologizing to padawans, and especially Zoar for Dimas rather rude meddling of his personal space. The xeno pouting under her helmet just stood there as her droid proceeded to embarrass her in front the Padawans. "X9! Stop embarrassing Dima in front of all the little Godlings!" She whined, bringing her four hands up and covering her helmets face as if hiding from the shame.

Oh she was so going to get in trouble.

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[Gabriel Pryce]

Silas Westgard | Zoar

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Despite his enormous size Zoar acted like a loth-rat, easy to scare and also not that aware of his surroundings Gabe thought. His voice was a lot different than he imagined. In his youthful mind he'd thought Zoar would sound more like a death-dealing YVH droid than a small kid modulated through a tank trooper's helmet speaker. He was talking to someone else before he scared him though so Gabe stepped around the big metal man to see who it was and-

Corin. The mouthy Padawan from the last class. Sitting in those seats had made everyone look about as old as he was, but standing here on the Prosperity the padawan stood almost as tall as his father and with a touch more confidence and Force bestowed grace. His dad looked like a tired politician with the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders. Corin looked like a man ready to take on the universe with nothing but his wits and his lightsaber.

One day.

"Nice to meet ya Zoar, I'm Gabe. I saw you at the last class. I'm glad you spoke up about protecting others. Should be easy in that big metal suit of yours, eh?" He rapped his knuckles on the durasteel plates.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

"There is no finish line. When you reach one goal, find a new one." - Chuck Norris​

The class was filling up, fast, this was a good thing as it meant that many of those showing up wanted to be involved and it was not just something that they might be forced to. His Kata was winding down and slowly as he went into the “circling walk,” the big man slipped a finger onto a button on his vambrace. The button sent a signal to a repeater, which initiated a startup sequence on several of the “items” behind one of the storage room doors.

Out of those doors came one, two, four, five droids, even more were standing behind them. As the mechanical bots slowly dropped into aggressive stances, the big guy just waved his hands as if telling them to “bring it.” Three of the droids leaped at him pulling electrostaffs from their backs and shattered his pike. Focused kicks triggering dodges and punches triggering ducks put one of them into a position where he could easily throw it into the others.

The other two with the electrostaffs were unable to connect with their attacks, they were programmed with great skill but the massive Jedi Master was dodging them and not even going for a weapon. It was when he could throw one into the stacked cargo containers on the other side of the room that he shut the droids down. Taking a few pretty deep breaths, hands on his hips the big man slowly walked over to the beverage cart and grabbed himself a water and took a few sips and then wrote something more on the board before sitting down into a lotus position.

Was he going to walk? Was he waiting for more?

What was the point of those droids? The class would see soon enough.

What did he write? “Don’t bother pairing up. Groups of at least four and not with anyone you might know.”

This was going to be fun.



TAGS: Iris Arani | Sōla Taan | Gabriel Pryce | Hollis Orenn | Domina Prime | Ichika Masudo | Silas Westgard | Jasper Kai'el | Fiyak | Dreidi Xeraic | @Zoar | Corin Trenor | Serana | Nida Perl ANY KNIGHTS OR MASTERS WHO WANT TO JUMP IN!

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

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

 

[Corin Trenor]

His brow creased once Zoar answered, the illusion of a mechanised menace shattered within an instant; the soft, almost frail voice filtered into a vocoder and Corin came to a sudden, unexpected realisation. It was no matter, however, and a brief shake of his head had dismissed the need for another swarm of ideas that were bound to come to mind. But all the same, it was a suit of mechanised armour that housed a Jedi. The Padawan had little doubts of the effectiveness, unless Zoar was hardly the mechanic that Corin had overhead of.

"I hope to see it in action." He remarked with an uncharacteristic warmth, "I'll admit, it isn't often I see a suit like that."

He meant it, even if his intentions lacked a kinder touch. Corin wished to see it, yet only in order to see how to defeat it. To see if he could. Just another test of limits, Corin excused to himself. In pursuit of another, harder challenge. He buried himself in his thoughts and his water while some creature approached and made whatever comments it needed to, even then as Gabe spoke some more.

Eyes settled on Caltin, and then the board. Just this once, it was a chance to lurk in the background. Maybe it was laziness instead. In any case, Corin watched and waited. Take it as a compliment if no one chooses to fight you, he internally remarked.

Zoar Gabriel Pryce

 

[Serana]

She watched the scene as others were coming in.. a lot of them and she was surprised but this was a good class and Caltin was known as being fairly skilled. The Del-Ya had a smile on her face when she was looking at them and reading what to do or some of the instructions. Pairing up with people you didn't know was easy... she didn't know any of them. Whihc worked to a benefit but she was also one fo the masters who was here to join up and she moved over tot he side of the room looking at the rest of them and the training droids.