Desken Arlo
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Desken had set himself up in one of the private practice chambers in Silver Rest having come home to the temple for some time he decided he'd run himself through one of his own self designed saber practices. He had left the door open should anyone walking by wish to look in or maybe even join as he had put a notice by the door listing for an open saber practice and this was simply a way to get some training in should he be alone.
The first step was prep work which took longer then the training would be far, he had set up a dozen steel poles each topped with a candle and upon them a steel bearing the size of an small ball. They were set in a perfect circle like the marks of a clock and between each of them sat a small cradle for a simple training droid. The sort that would hover and blast harmless, if somewhat painful blaster bolts at a target once activated. Desken stood in the middle of his little ring and gave it one more look around before nodding, it had taken time but it was ready at last though he felt something was still not quite right.
It hit him a moment later, he had a cloth around his neck that he had meant to tie around his eyes and had failed to do so and he quickly pulled it up covering his vision and he unslung the large saber from his back, his hand going for the ring at the base of it and pulling it from the harness giving it one spin before catching the heavy weighted top with his right hand. He gave a quick whistle and the droids all came to life hovering up looking around before locking onto him standing there, though they waited for the order to start. Next Desken took a moment to focus as this training was not only about saber control but also on combining good bladework with using the force.
He loved the feeling of using the force because he couldnt properly describe the sensation, as he breathed in he brought it into his being starting from his feet and letting it flow upwards. It was a paradox of sensations, it flowed and rolled like magma from the belly of the planet and yet as it flowed through his veins and muscles it was cold like a sudden snap frost. It had all the power of an eruption and avalanche in one magnificent blending of powers. Once it filled him from the toes of his feet to the tips of his hair he breathed out and calmly said "Give me a count down"
The droids beeped three times, in growing pitch before they suddenly let loose a hail of fire at where the Jedi had been standing, but the problem is that it was where he had been not where he was. He moved faster then a human should, his thumb flicking the ignition stub of his blade and the long blue blade screeched into existence and he swung and twirled it around his body. The long handle allowing him to make wide swings that would intercept bolts on their way to his body and sending them flying out in a new direction. Even as he blocked he would move extending his grip and the blade arched out touching one of the steel bearings and with the blade being the perfect size the metal was atomized leaving the candle mostly untouched.
Eleven times he struck out with his blade as he danced finding the rhythm of the blaster fire, even with his eyes covered he could sense the flow of the world with the force and he did his best to become one with it...until one bolt, fired slightly off pattern from the rest struck him in the shoulder as he began his last swing. Even before he finished he knew it would go foul and in his sudden lose of focus a few more bolts struck his body each hitting like a bug bite. "Alright alright!" he called and the hail let up and he tugged down the blindfold to see his work.
As expected the candle at the noon position was melted, the bearing rolling across the floor from the miss and he sighed. Eleven out of twelve wasn't a bad score but as he looked he frowned noticing a second bearing on the floor and looked to another candle seeing that he had cut it at an angle causing another miss and failed target. "So, ten out of twelve" he mumbled rubbing the back of his neck shaking his head. it was a good score but not his best, he still didn't have a perfect score, after all it was such a challenge but still he had hoped. Either way he felt he earned a treat and he reached into a container on his bandoleer snapping it open and tugging free one of his sweet leaf treats, making sure the root was attached. After all if he had at least met his high score he'd have avoided having to eat the bitter root as well. He began to nibble on the leaf as he went about to reset his game needing some more bearings and candles for his missed targets.
The first step was prep work which took longer then the training would be far, he had set up a dozen steel poles each topped with a candle and upon them a steel bearing the size of an small ball. They were set in a perfect circle like the marks of a clock and between each of them sat a small cradle for a simple training droid. The sort that would hover and blast harmless, if somewhat painful blaster bolts at a target once activated. Desken stood in the middle of his little ring and gave it one more look around before nodding, it had taken time but it was ready at last though he felt something was still not quite right.
It hit him a moment later, he had a cloth around his neck that he had meant to tie around his eyes and had failed to do so and he quickly pulled it up covering his vision and he unslung the large saber from his back, his hand going for the ring at the base of it and pulling it from the harness giving it one spin before catching the heavy weighted top with his right hand. He gave a quick whistle and the droids all came to life hovering up looking around before locking onto him standing there, though they waited for the order to start. Next Desken took a moment to focus as this training was not only about saber control but also on combining good bladework with using the force.
He loved the feeling of using the force because he couldnt properly describe the sensation, as he breathed in he brought it into his being starting from his feet and letting it flow upwards. It was a paradox of sensations, it flowed and rolled like magma from the belly of the planet and yet as it flowed through his veins and muscles it was cold like a sudden snap frost. It had all the power of an eruption and avalanche in one magnificent blending of powers. Once it filled him from the toes of his feet to the tips of his hair he breathed out and calmly said "Give me a count down"
The droids beeped three times, in growing pitch before they suddenly let loose a hail of fire at where the Jedi had been standing, but the problem is that it was where he had been not where he was. He moved faster then a human should, his thumb flicking the ignition stub of his blade and the long blue blade screeched into existence and he swung and twirled it around his body. The long handle allowing him to make wide swings that would intercept bolts on their way to his body and sending them flying out in a new direction. Even as he blocked he would move extending his grip and the blade arched out touching one of the steel bearings and with the blade being the perfect size the metal was atomized leaving the candle mostly untouched.
Eleven times he struck out with his blade as he danced finding the rhythm of the blaster fire, even with his eyes covered he could sense the flow of the world with the force and he did his best to become one with it...until one bolt, fired slightly off pattern from the rest struck him in the shoulder as he began his last swing. Even before he finished he knew it would go foul and in his sudden lose of focus a few more bolts struck his body each hitting like a bug bite. "Alright alright!" he called and the hail let up and he tugged down the blindfold to see his work.
As expected the candle at the noon position was melted, the bearing rolling across the floor from the miss and he sighed. Eleven out of twelve wasn't a bad score but as he looked he frowned noticing a second bearing on the floor and looked to another candle seeing that he had cut it at an angle causing another miss and failed target. "So, ten out of twelve" he mumbled rubbing the back of his neck shaking his head. it was a good score but not his best, he still didn't have a perfect score, after all it was such a challenge but still he had hoped. Either way he felt he earned a treat and he reached into a container on his bandoleer snapping it open and tugging free one of his sweet leaf treats, making sure the root was attached. After all if he had at least met his high score he'd have avoided having to eat the bitter root as well. He began to nibble on the leaf as he went about to reset his game needing some more bearings and candles for his missed targets.
