[member="Kira Liadain"]
“A’right, then,” said he, eyeing the spherical little training droid. While most Jedi had their initial experiences with a lightsaber in the company of this droid, he’d been subjected to a hefty ball and chain that he’d barely been able to escape with each attempted strike, by the grace of the Force and the primary gift it had granted him - precognition. “Ah ‘aven’t gotten any whiff o’droid armies coming tae slaughter us all, but ye never know whar ah might end up…”
He trailed off into a little smile, glancing again at Kira, remembering the particular details of the energy that was used here, and drew mental comparisons to their lesson in Force Stun, and… one time when a piece of equipment from his time in that little band gave him a little shock. It was rare to forget such surprising things as that, and though it wasn’t something he gave much consideration to, Jannik Morlandt remembered a great deal more than he might know. That experience might be a help, here. He looked up to the droid, again.
“So, ye little blighter,” he said, pulling on the Force in the same manner he just had for the first two skills he had learned this day. The seer held up a hand, feeling the lightly biting crackle of that faint mint cream at his fingertips, and with another moment sought to augment in accordance with his remembrance of the feel of the energy of that little electrical shock, altered the energy hopping tiny at the ends of his fingers to the nipping violet needed. “ah'm sorry t'ave tae do this t'ye..."
Then with a further gathering of the right turn of energy, he pointed it to the droid with a forward and upward jab of his hand. A zap of purple lunged at the little droid, and the droid veered left in an attempt to dodge, but one little tendril caught the floating little sphere, seeming to give it pause, before it dropped out of the air, falling for a half a moment...
...until it struggled to pull itself up and succeeded in getting level. If the droid had eyes, it might have been that it gave Jan a death glare before it shot a little stun bolt at him, in an approximation of indignance.
"Oi!" The dark-haired padawan jumped, lightly rubbing the upper of his left arm as he looked to Kira, grimacing, "y'wee droid 'as a dreadful work ethic, lass."