Meeristali Peradun
Cat Dad
Note: Occurs three days prior to thishttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/23255-fresh-off-the-shuttle-at-ossus-open-to-any-on-ossus/ thread, in which Meeristali joins the academy at Ossus, along with others.
Some Random Training Room
Jedi Academy
Tython
He’d found one. A punching bag. Any established organization that took its members’ fitness into consideration would do right to have the the basics about, and after a certain amount of poking around in the evening after that day’s traininghttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/22017-absorbing-information-tutaminis/ he hadn’t found what he was seeking. Not until he asked, and was given directions. The punching bag had been in some obscure-yet-large storage locker, along with the rest of the more mundane fitness equipment. Despite that it was a fact that most Jedi seemed to get their exercise from combat training, running… there was a certain something about laying his fists into an inanimate object purposed to that end.
That, and… well, the military put one into certain habits. Punching something to work up a sweat was well within his habitual tendencies. So, after stringing the thing up as sturdily and solidly as possible and wrapping his hands, he went about working the bag, his thoughts returning to the training session earlier for a good several minutes, before his mind started to wander to the days now behind him where he would have had some company while engaging in this exercise.
It was strange, this quiet. Life outside of his now-former squad had some similarities, but he had to stretch to find them. If there was a camaraderie, a brotherhood of sorts amongst these wielders of the Force, he had yet to find it, see it, or experience it. Granted, it had only been a few days, but he felt like… a ‘fish out of water’, so to speak.
@[member="Moroi Wareyasui"] @[member="Asaak Tey"]
Some Random Training Room
Jedi Academy
Tython
He’d found one. A punching bag. Any established organization that took its members’ fitness into consideration would do right to have the the basics about, and after a certain amount of poking around in the evening after that day’s traininghttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/22017-absorbing-information-tutaminis/ he hadn’t found what he was seeking. Not until he asked, and was given directions. The punching bag had been in some obscure-yet-large storage locker, along with the rest of the more mundane fitness equipment. Despite that it was a fact that most Jedi seemed to get their exercise from combat training, running… there was a certain something about laying his fists into an inanimate object purposed to that end.
That, and… well, the military put one into certain habits. Punching something to work up a sweat was well within his habitual tendencies. So, after stringing the thing up as sturdily and solidly as possible and wrapping his hands, he went about working the bag, his thoughts returning to the training session earlier for a good several minutes, before his mind started to wander to the days now behind him where he would have had some company while engaging in this exercise.
It was strange, this quiet. Life outside of his now-former squad had some similarities, but he had to stretch to find them. If there was a camaraderie, a brotherhood of sorts amongst these wielders of the Force, he had yet to find it, see it, or experience it. Granted, it had only been a few days, but he felt like… a ‘fish out of water’, so to speak.
@[member="Moroi Wareyasui"] @[member="Asaak Tey"]