[member="Ava Solborne"] [member="Harley"] [member="Nui Akona"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Vildras Ferc"]
She'd never been one for Sense powers, but reading people was a forté of hers, and had been ever since her Force-severance to Apprentice some time ago. Immersed in a world of Masters whose Masters' Masters she'd trained or humiliated at one point or another, and unwilling to knuckle under, she'd been forced to prioritize the skills that let her get a handle on the disposition and intention of those around her. And everything she saw and felt and guessed told her that this particular crowd was a little farther down the learning curve than she'd anticipated.
Then again, she'd been doing this kind of internalized corrective focus for about eighteen years, ever since her first imprisonment by the Cult of Shadow. Eighteen years might be longer than some of these people had been accountable, let alone sentients in touch with the Force. Even when she'd been severed, her memories had remained, and her mental habits. She'd flat-out forgotten how difficult tapas had been in the early days, when she was a young teenager just starting her Jedi education.
She stood there in her black dress uniform, hands behind her back, and waited until they'd all had a solid chance to stabilize their tapas control. If they passed out during later training, so be it. She wasn't about to move them indoors, coddle them.
The more so since their loyalties were largely unknown. To get the measure of them, she intended to drive them to the edge of what they believed their capacities to be, and get both them and her in touch with who they actually were.
"There are two crates by the wall. One contains enough lightsabres for each of you to have one, two, or a lightstaff as you see fit. We won't be using training settings today. The other crate contains training remotes. Each of you take one remote.
"This exercise is simple. For the moment, leave the lightsabre offline. I want you to allow the training remotes to hit you with their stinger beams, I want you to learn what that feels like, and I want you to try and reduce the impact with the Force; I'll explain how. Whether you can do that while keeping up your tapas conditioning is up to you: you'll have to make choices based on your estimation of your own abilities to endure and to use the Force."
She then spent ten minutes explaining how to blunt the impact of a singer beam, then had one of the students pull out a blaster cannon and shoot her in the chest without apparent effect.
"Stinger beams and single blaster shots are all you're going to be able to block until you hit Master, and maybe even after. I'm stronger and more experienced with the Force than anyone you've ever met, guaranteed, and this is my specialty, and even I have my limits. This training won't make you a god, but against a shot you see coming, it just might save your life."