Faction Draw the heat! (Ballistakinesis Lesson | NJO)

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Casual Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

As Aadihr made to return the rifle, the Padawan in the adjacent firing lane greeted him; his aura spun through a few emotions, in a short period, but Aadihr only caught the tail end - curiosity.

While holding the rifle by the stock in one hand, Aadihr grinned and returned a finger gun to the teenager with the other, confirming something of his sight to the apprentice.

"Blind, yes - jury's out regarding the chit part however." The Miraluka joked. He untied his linen blindfold to reveal his face - two smooth patches of skin where eyesockets should be. "This is the part where I say some self indulgent through the Force all things are possible bit; to be honest with you, however, my kin are born able to see through the force. I just happened to focus my studies around enhancing it. It is a learnable talent; like sensing through the force but a bit more involved."

Aadihr paused for a moment, assessing the aura of the apprentice with the slug thrower pistol. Perhaps he could impart some more actionable knowledge to the Padawan.

"Name's Aadihr - I'll be candid with you, I have trouble manipulating objects with telekinesis. I almost didn't pass the Trial of Skill when I was your age. It takes a lot more force to change the path of the slug than to hold the barrel steady - you could probably even guide the force into your hands for stability. Once you can get a reliable grouping of hits for precision, then you can adjust your aim for where you want for accuracy."
In case the Padawan wanted to give it another shot, Aadihr picked up a few rounds from the box and handed them to the. . . Anzat? Aadihr's face hardened for a second when his Sight revealed the coiled proboscises hidden behind the cheeks of the Padawan. Aadihr forced his face to soften. He had only heard of Anzat, never met one up close.

"Another thing regarding Force-Sight..." Aadihr continued, slower and more cautious, hinting at what he learned whilst also withholding judgement despite his initial reaction, which he began to feel silently apologetic for. "It's not limited by things that block light in the visual spectrum; very useful for spotting things hidden just out of sight."

Diogo Talon | OPEN​

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

OBJECTIVE THREE - Testing out new bling and practicing skills
Location: Set far away from other targets out in the field to ensure no one gets accidently stunned.
Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Eloise Dinn

The Lovalla felt someone enter the area with her senses, and it wasn't a second later that Zaiya froze mid throw, her spots flashing a chaotic swirl of silver and yellow that mirrored the startled cry from the newcomer. She blinked rapidly, her gaze snapping to the young woman who had just shrieked regarding her use of expensive pearls in her practice session. The girl's voice carried equal parts outrage and confusion.

For a moment, Zaiya just stared, caught somewhere between flustered and mildly amused.

"Oh ... uh...no, wait!" she stammered, her voice squeaking slightly before she coughed to steady it.

"They're not real pearls! Well, not actual pearls. They're mini stun grenades." Zaiya corrected quickly, yanking one from her hair stick to demonstrate.

"Totally safe! Unless they hit something." She flicked her wrist, sending the luminous white pellet sailing toward a target. Five seconds later, it exploded in a controlled flash of light, sending an electronic sizzle across the field. Zaiya spun back to the stranger with a triumphant grin and a slight glow of citrine confidence.

"See? Just...really convincing lookalikes. Great for stealth. Or, you know, accessorizing."

"Can I use your targets?"

"Sure!" Zaiya replied, gesturing enthusiastically. "Take those two at the end if you like. I'm working more on control, so I don't need all of them right now." She turned briefly to Domxite, who was perched nearby and chirping softly in the Force, radiating quiet amusement.

"Oh, and I'm Zaiya, by the way," she added, her colors flickering to a friendly turquoise. "And this is Domxite. They are helping me with the practice bit." Then she added, "Just be careful -- Domxite's going to nudge my pellets around, so don't stand too close, okay?"

 

[Valor the Forsaken]

“You wanna give it a shot, Valor?”

TAGS: Ko Vuto

Valor watched Ko's actions intently, a flicker of old memories surfacing unbidden. A pang of guilt tightened in his chest as those memories replayed. He had done things like this before, albeit to a much lesser degree, to torment his underlings for his own amusement—particularly when they had irked him.

Looking back now, the recollection filled him with a strange, uncomfortable sense of regret. It wasn't the same as the defiant pride he once felt. No, this was different. He shifted his gaze from Ko's claws, up to his face.

"Oh, I don't know, Master…" he said, his voice trailing off slightly, carrying an edge of self-deprecation. "I'm not so sure I'd use such knowledge responsibly," he added, the words offered simply but layered with an undercurrent of wry honesty.

 

[Vulpesen]

A smirk touched the Zorren's lips as he watched the rock score a direct hit to the head, the red light appearing soon after to denote the connection. Even with Corazona's admittance to having aimed elsewhere, he couldn't call the shot anything less than impressive. "I've been in enough battles to know that luck accounts for far more than most give it credit for." A hand rose up to itch his ear where a line of discoloration proved just how much luck had come to his aid decades ago. "But once you get the hang of velocity, you can start nudging your projectile in flight. Moving it continuously will take away speed and your concentration. Get a feel for what you're shooting then learn how a nudge will change its direction."

He demonstrated the technique slowly by plucking a dagger from his belt. Rather than shoot it forward with the force, he reared back his arm and hurled it down the range. His fingers then twitched and the dagger shifted directions, wheeling to the right, then the left as if bouncing off some invisible wall before it struck at the target's arm from the side. "Its even easier with slugs and similarly shaped projectiles. Blades require a certain finesse to get the alignment right. Or you could always just shoot a couple dozen small rocks down range like a scattergun. Accuracy by volume can work wonders."


Her question as to his familiarity of the monarchal planet brought a twitch to his ear and he offered a small nod as he straightened up from his dagger throwing. "Aye, I've been there a time or two. I recall a bit of trouble with some dark nexus or some such. I ran interference while the jedi handled the purification. I believe I found your sister in a bit of trouble back there." At the time, Fantine's importance had been unknown to him. She was simply a young woman who was in deep water far above her head. And he had been around to pull her around before she drowned. It was only in the after action reports and some intelligence from the Tenevi that he learned just who he had saved and her relation to the favored daughter of the Jedi order.

Corazona von Ascania

 

[Diogo Talon]

Aadihr Lidos​

Diogo saw the returned finger gun and his eyes widened. Oh.

"Blind, yes - jury's out regarding the chit part however. This is the part where I say some self indulgent through the Force all things are possible bit; to be honest with you, however, my kin are born able to see through the force. I just happened to focus my studies around enhancing it. It is a learnable talent; like sensing through the force but a bit more involved."

"Oh, sorry," Diogo chuckled nervously. "I didn't mean anything by it." When the blindfold was removed, Diogo studied the empty eye sockets. His body leaned forward, finger pointing, as if drawn to touch them, but then he pulled himself back. "That must mean you're a…" Diogo clicked his tongue, trying to think. "A Miralukan! Never seen one of you guys before. That's so cool."

"Name's Aadihr - I'll be candid with you, I have trouble manipulating objects with telekinesis. I almost didn't pass the Trial of Skill when I was your age. It takes a lot more force to change the path of the slug than to hold the barrel steady - you could probably even guide the force into your hands for stability. Once you can get a reliable grouping of hits for precision, then you can adjust your aim for where you want for accuracy."

"Alright, I'll give that a shot. Thanks, Aadihr. Y'know, I also struggle with telekinesis. For… some reason. Anyway, maybe we could help each other. I can shoot and you can try to move the slug. That way we're each concentrating on one thing at a time. Then we can switch. Maybe after, it'll be a little easier for us to do both at once. If that makes sense."

"Another thing regarding Force-Sight... It's not limited by things that block light in the visual spectrum; very useful for spotting things hidden just out of sight."

Nobody had ever guessed he was an Anzat before, so it didn't even register that such a thing was possible. But with Force Sight? The idea gnawed at the back of his mind and he suddenly felt overwhelming discomfort. "Uh, what are you talkin' about? That could mean a lot of things, man." Diogo felt his proboscis eagerly wiggle in their cavity, as if speaking or even thinking about them was their permission to protract and be free.

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Casual Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

Aadihr saw the tension rise in the Anzat Padawan's aura. The Miraluka slightly raised and tilted his hand in a peaceful gesture, a silent assurance the secret was safe. The unease the lad felt was enough proof enough for Aadihr that the boy meant well enough, and one should not be held accountable for rumors of their kin.

Aadihr suddenly adorned the visage of a fool, a complete nincompoop, a practiced facade he's used to great effect in the past. He didn't want to out the Anzat Padawan's heritage accidentally.
"It cerrainly could mean anything! I was just being mysterious and uh, saying wise things like a knight should? Anyway, yeah, Miraluka, good eyes there kid, haha!"

Okay Aadihr needed to tone it down, this was going to have the opposite effect of what he intended. His face went neutral once more and he thought back to the green-haired Padawan's idea, "That is a sound idea, actually. You fire and I'll try to manipulate the projectile; From this side of the firing line, I'm not about to try. . . Whatever that master and Padawan are doing" tilting his head towards another unusually large Padawan firing a blaster at their master.

"Go ahead and reload, stabilize your aim, and try to get a tight grouping. I'll try to manipulate the slugs after the first few shots, deal?"

Aadihr inspected the Padawans firearm as he loaded. It was chock full of imperfections, the sights were probably skewed at best. He supposed perhaps that was part of the lesson, to make even a disrepaired slugthrower effective.

Aadihr waited for the first few shots from the Anzat, observing the bullet's arc for himself. He then tried to correct the arc of the slug towards what the likely desired aim was without the imperfections of the weapon. Purely horizontal relative force, avoiding fighting against the primary vector of the projectile.

Diogo Talon​

 

[Ko Vuto]

Location: Coruscant
Objective: 2
Tags: Valor the Forsaken

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The Kel Dor raised a brow to the teen's words. Expressing some doubt about trying it himself. It was somewhat concerning. If Valor couldn’t trust himself with a few rocks, then perhaps Ko shouldn’t trust them with their own lightsaber. “It's good that you recognize and acknowledge your doubts. But actions of the past needn’t define actions of the present.” Learn from the past, live in the present and be mindful of the future. An important balancing act for any Jedi. It could even be possible to lose oneself if they’re too preoccupied with the past or future.

“I still suggest you give it a try, young Valor. You can follow my lead.” Once more Ko demonstrated his own technique. Bringing another rock up to the end of his finger gun and bringing his thumb down to imitate the function of a hammer slamming into a firing pin. Thus launching the rock forwards again at the target. Hitting the holographic target a little low. Holograms were not the easiest thing for the blind Kel Dor to ‘see’. “The finger gun can help me focus my energy. Acting things out physically can aid in using the Force. Even if it can still all be accomplished standing completely still with your eyes closed.”​

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[Valor the Forsaken]

“It's good that you recognize and acknowledge your doubts. But actions of the past needn’t define actions of the present.”

TAGS: Ko Vuto

Valor perked up at what Ko had to say and watched him perform the action again. He moved to collect a rock, feeling the small heft of the tiny object in the palm of his hand. He thumbed it and ran his fingers over the smooth surface, as if gaining some small familiarity with the stone, while watching the target ahead.

"That was a good try. Aim a little higher," Valor supplied, tossing the small rock up and catching it before moving to mimic Ko's technique, finger gun and all.

The stone was a small object, and he had to focus on both aiming and sending it the correct distance. It was harder to maintain focus on aim if there was meant to be any 'real' force behind the shot. He took aim and fired, but with the target so far away, Valor's shot left much to be desired in terms of accuracy at that distance.

"Distance adds difficulties, I see," he trailed off, looking to Ko.

"Master? Were you raised in the temple?" Valor decided to ask. He had seen what Dorrin looked like from their trip, but he didn't really know all that much about what it was like to be raised as a Jedi Youngling. He didn't even understand what being a real child was like either. He existed in a strange realm outside of these structures, given how he'd been raised so far.

 

[Aris Noble]

And sometimes theory proved to be right.

Aris blinked slowly as the realization that Jonyna was actually hit crossed his mind. The blaster in his hand shattered. A slight tensing of his hand, forgetting his unnatural strength, that's all it took. He actually jumped in surprise with it, glancing to the cracked handle now in his palm. He cleared his throat, sort of tucking it away. "Sorry, I- we learn in school how to fight and shoot. After Panatha went, it's become even more important and- .. Sorry. I didn't think I could actually shoot you."

Jonyna Si

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Aris Noble

Jonyna winced as she saw the boy crush the blaster in his hand. "Hey, it's...yow!..." She groaned, clutching her leg as she tried to move it. "It's what we're here for. Even a master needs practice sometimes. Someday I'll be really good, but now I'm just a rookie at this."

She reached down, tearing a bit of her pant leg off to make into a makeshift bandage, before pulling a bacta injector out of her coat, and stabbing herself. She'd heal, as would anyone. But it was clear she needed more practice. Maybe next time, they'd just remotes instead...

 

[Eloise Dinn]

Eloise kept her jewels safe while the girl sputtered out an explanation, pulled a "pearl" from her hairpiece, and threw it at a target. It exploded on impact. Mini stun grenades designed to look like pearls? It was always something new with these Jedi Artisan feths...

"See? Just... really convincing lookalikes. Great for stealth. Or, you know, accessorizing."

Grunting in acknowledgment, Eloise ran a hand through her hair. "Just as long as you don't mistake a real pearl for a dupe and chuck it before some Sith swine," she said.

The girl, who gave her name as Zaiya (and her droid as Domxite), let her use two targets at the end of the row. "Eloise," she introduced herself, walking behind Zaiya and setting her pack on the ground as she prepped the slugthrower.

"Just be careful -- Domxite's going to nudge my pellets around, so don't stand too close, okay?"

"Would it kill me if I got hit?" she asked. Presumably the answer was no, if they were stun grenades. But then again stun tech wasn't without its dangers. Without waiting for an answer, she raised her gun, took aim, and fired a test shot. The bullet pinged off the target's edge, barely hitting the thing. She frowned and glanced down at the weapon, wondering if there was something wrong with it...

Zaiya Ceti​

 

[Aris Noble]

"I.. Right."

Aris mumbled. He set the remnants of the blaster down on the side table, letting his gaze linger on it for a moment longer. Be more careful. Hurting people, he didn't want to hurt people.

".. What am I here to learn, anyway? I can't use the Force to bend things or the like."

Jonyna Si

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Eloise Dinn

Zaiya gave an incredulous look, as if suggesting she would confuse a real pearl with a stun grenade one was impossibe!

"Oh no, I wouldn't mix them up. I love jewelry and anything shiny! Colorful too!" Zaiya added, vigorously shaking her colorful head as her hands came up to emphasize the statement, with the half dozen bracelets and cuffs on each arm jingling a musical tune. It was clear that Lovalla's love for jewelry was unwavering, even in the face of potential confusion with grenades.

"Oh.. well. The stun grenades if you are hit can knock you out for a few minutes to an hour or so... Depends on your physiology." Zaiya explained, watching Eloise shoot her weapon at the target.

"But I'm working on sticky grenade and cryoban versions. These are the kind of things that can really help with crowd control..." Zaiya observed Eloise try and figure out what was going on with her gun.

"Everything okay?"

 

[Diogo Talon]

Aadihr Lidos​

So, Aadhir was... eccentric. One of many descriptors, but certainly the most salient. Diogo half wondered if he had a few screws loose. Like, maybe he accidently walked into a few hard objects and hit his head too many times. Maybe he was just quirky. Then again, maybe that was just how Miralukans were—Aadhir was the only one he'd met. A question for the culture.

"You alright, man?" Diogo asked, half fateciously, half out of genuine concern. "You're being kinda weird."

Diogo swallowed a lump in his throat, safe from having to discuss the thing that he was, at least. It wasn't a secret per say, but his affliction was his own burden and he didn't wish to trouble others. Still, some part of him longed to share it—to be understood.

Speaking of a few screws loose, Diogo glanced over to the tall Padawan and his master. "Yeah we can avoid that particular activity," Diogo said, wincing at the Cathar's pain.

Diogo lifted the slugthrower and aimed down the sights. He held his breath, steadying himself like Aadhir said. The first few shots were slow and deliberate, letting Aadhir observe without impedance. But each successive slug was wildly inaccurate from its predecessor. Some internal mechanism erroneously shifted with each pull of the trigger, like the slugs' trajectories were designed to be random and unpredictable. But clip-to-clip, Diogo realized, the pattern was the same.

"I think maybe I have it figured out," Diogo said, reloading the slugthrower again. "Let's go faster."

Diogo aimed down the sights, held his breath, but this time closed his eyes. He reached out to the Force. Diogo fired the clip rapidly, making small micro-adjustsment with his hand after each trigger pull, letting himself be guided. Not perfect, but decidedly more accurate than before. Hopefully that gave more consistency for Aadhir to manipulate the slugs as they sliced through the air.

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Casual Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

Better the boy think him odd than be Ill at ease with his own identity, Aadihr thought to himself.

As the Padawan began shooting downrange, Aadihr did try to manipulate the slugs - to no effect. The apprentice's aim slowly improved, but Aadihr was certain he hadn't been able to nudge and of the projectiles no matter the effort he put in.

"I think maybe I have it figured out," Diogo said, reloading the slugthrower again. "Let's go faster."

The Miraluka left his eyeless face deadpan as the Padawan's aim improved. He had given up on actually ballistikenesis on the slug a few shots ago, but he feigned effort as if he was assisting. In truth, the lad was likely just overcoming the gun's quirks. Try as he might, Aadihr simply couldn't push with sufficient force to manipulate the projectile.

Another idea did come to him, however. Precision was his strength - perhaps he could find defensive ways to manipulate the firearm.

"Your aim is improving. Keep firing, I'm going to try something different - don't be alarmed."

Aadihr compared the firing mechanism of several of the other slugthrowers in use - some has a revolving wheel, lever action, magazine-fed loading mechanism, but most of the weapons propelled their weapons projectile with expanding gasses via pressurized canister or combustion. Others like the Tuskan Cycler rifle used magnetic acceleration.

As the Anzat padawan fired, the miraluka knight used a small amount of the force to flip the small level holding the magazine in place. A hint of satisfaction showed on his face as the ammunition slid out from the slugthrower, dropping onto loading surface of the shooting range.

"It may be easier for people like us to target the weapon instead of the projectile." Aadihr said with a grin, picking the magazine back up and handing it back to Diogo

Diogo Talon​

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Cora followed the line of his hand as it grazed against a lighter streak on his ear. Her face firmed, a little more solemn now. She didn't know a Jedi - or trained Force sensitive, really - that was unscarred. Physically, mentally, or both.

Vulpesen then retrieved another dagger, this time throwing it with his hand. Cora watched with rapt curiosity as the Force shifted its trajectory not once, but twice before striking the intended target.

"Like a scattergun," she nodded. Something about a Jedi acting like a gun didn't sit right with her, but it was an apt comparison to ballistakinesis.

"Ah! So it is you, then." Cora's eyes brightened in realization and she dipped her head to the Wilder in genuine gratitude. "You have my most sincere thanks - Fantine certainly should not have been there, and she was extremely fortunate that you were nearby. She seemed to be a bit taken with you, too - given how much she was swooning as I tried to scold her."

With a wave of her hand, three rocks levitated in front of the Jedi. They hovered there for a few moments as if she were tracing their shape with invisible fingers. Then, they launched towards the target - one grazed the leg, another flew past the target and fizzed against the protective barrier, and the third struck the dummy's lower lower pelvis.

"O-oh," Cora stammered. A bright pink flush colored her cheeks. "I suppose that two out of the three isn't…I mean I wasn't aiming specifically for…"

 

[Tyrus Vastor]

Tags: Diogo Talon Aadihr Lidos
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The korun observed the class from behind his red tinted glareshades. Mean mugging the entire room as the various jedi padawans and jedi knights continued to practice. This is rough. He thought to himself. He had observed how the smogger Ko Vuto conveniently shifted away from figuring out a fire arm and seemingly fell into the practice of teaching another adjacent. It was probably a natural inclination for the Keldor and the other Jedi in the class.

Come to think of it. They're all doing it. What the feth?

It looked so alien to Tyrus. How everyone walked with their guard down per say, no real need to keep up a front aside from petty squabbles. Even those could of been rare. In the undercity you would never see this. All this help. More likely to be shot for attempting it than anything else. The dangers of the undercity reminded Tyrus of home. Haruun Kal. A place that was just a dangerous if not more so. The idea of bringing some Jedi to the planet flickered in his mind darkly and he raised a brow. Dark humor.

The moment of reflection was broken when his gazed shifted back over to Aadihr Lidos and another green haired kid next to him. Within seconds, the Koruns long strides took him over to the duo. "Aim small, miss small." He remarked and winced at the demonstration of Diogo Talon 's aim.

" Hey Flora brain, What you aiming at?" Tyrus asked hovering over the two, it was a question in sound but it didn't exactly come out that way.

 

[Diogo Talon]

TAGS: Aadihr Lidos & Tyrus Vastor​

As the Anzat padawan fired, the miraluka knight used a small amount of the force to flip the small level holding the magazine in place. A hint of satisfaction showed on his face as the ammunition slid out from the slugthrower, dropping onto loading surface of the shooting range.

"It may be easier for people like us to target the weapon instead of the projectile." Aadihr said with a grin, picking the magazine back up and handing it back to Diogo

Diogo pulled the trigger, but there was an empty clicking noise. He tried to pull the trigger again, then felt the gun grow lighter and heard the clinking of slugs as they hit the floor.

"Ah, you're a genius, Aadhir!" Diogo said, excited at the alternative solution.

Before he could reload the slugthrower, he heard a voice behind him.

" Hey Flora brain, What you aiming at?"

"Yo, who the feth is callin' me a Flora brai-" Oh, chit, Diogo realized as he spun around. Big Man. Big Big Man. The korun was a lot more intimidating this close up. But, Diogo never backed down and he wasn't about to start now. Especially 'cus he didn't do anything wrong! "Look, man, where'd you get these guns? They suck! It's not my fault."

Diogo looked up at Tyrus's mean mug and shrunk a little. He glanced around nervously, then his eyes fell on his partner. "Right, Aahdir?" Diogo apprehensively shifted behind the Miralukan, pretending to grab more slugs. Tyrus was a Jedi, but considering he pointed a scattergun at another student's face, that didn't mean much. He might take a swing at Diogo for being disrespectful, but he probably wasn't gonna hit a blind man. Probably.

 

[Eloise Dinn]

Zaiya seemed almost offended at the thought that she might confuse her gadgets with real pearls. "I guess they are kind of fake looking," Eloise muttered. "Too perfectly smooth. Real pearls have grit."

After learning that the stun grenades weren't deadly, Eloise let the girl babble in the background, focusing her attention on the gun. After checking it at length, she couldn't find anything wrong with it. Did that mean it was her vision that was the problem? She rubbed her eyes to clear them. No, she could see the target pretty well now. But a few moments earlier...

"Everything okay?"

Eloise turned to Zaiya. "Fine," she replied. "Just had something in my eye." Raising the slugthrower, she squeezed the trigger three times in a row. Bang, bang, bang!

Time seemed to slow as the bullets were ejected from the barrel, arcing through the air toward the target. She focused on just one of them, guiding its trajectory straight into the center. Bullseye.

Satisfied, Eloise glanced at Zaiya again. "Are you an artisan? Make anything else other than exploding balls?"

Zaiya Ceti​

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Casual Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

Aadihr grinned and remained silent for just a moment. He wouldnt leave the Padawan out to dry, but a little healthy fear now might help him choose his words carefully later.

"Well... I might not have the best view but it appears to me he's aiming down-range," Aadihr replied, toeing the line between a lighthearted joke and an snide remark on the instructor's earlier display. He let the Padawan hide behind him, pretending not to notice the aura. He was glad to provide some modicum of reassurance, something his own master never would have done.

"Look, man, where'd you get these guns? They suck! It's not my fault."

Aadihr removed the edge from his voice, replaced with a of curiosity. "I was actually wondering if that was an intended part of your instruction - for all the shooting happening, very few appear to have taken ballistikenesis intuitively yet. Is this a means to draw out the talent like one would blindfold to develop force sense?"

Aadihr hesitated a moment, registering the aura of the instructor - he did seem to approach with intent to provide guidance, not to simply reproach the Padawan. The Miraluka tried to bridge the gap in communication, offering an opening for the tutor to put the apprentice at ease and offer what knowledge he might have sought to share. "If you have a moment, perhaps you could assist young, uh," Aadihr realized he hadn't asked the Padawan his name yet. "The youngster here in getting a more consistent shot out of his firearm?"

Tyrus Vastor | Diogo Talon​