Frustrations

[Azula Tindara]

OOC/ For any Ession Jedi trainees (or others) to jump in on. Otherwise this will slowly become a personal dev thread.


Jaani sucked air through his teeth and turned away from the task. Frustration was threatening to take hold, and he knew at that point it was no use trying to push on. The gungan warrior sat cross-legged in his sparse chambers of the Temple. Just a metre away sat a small bronze sphere, much to his chagrin, still entirely motionless on the floor.

He decided to take a break again, slowly getting back to his feet. He winced at the shooting pains in his legs, once again he had been at his task for an undetermined length of time. Looking to his window he found the sun low in the sky. His stomach decided to raise its voice and add to the evidence that he’d been alone in his chambers entirely too long.

He stepped across the floor and rested a hand on the bronze sphere, closing his eyes and trying once more. Nothing. A sudden burst of anger took him, before he knew what he was doing he slipped his hand off the sphere and slammed his hand into the stone slab beneath it. It split in two with a loud crack. Feth.

Jaani took a deep breath and steadied his emotions. It was just so…frustrating. He’d been top of his game for so many years, starting again at the bottom for the second time in a year was taking its toll on him. First leaving Naboo and trying to find his place in a Galaxy that thought his species dense primitives. Now this, floundering about in the dark trying to grasp some otherworldly power he was supposed to control.

Sense. Alter. Control. The fundamentals. It turned out that some abilities came naturally to him. He could sense other lifeforms, but only when he stopped trying to. That in itself was fantastically aggravating. The teachers had suggested that he’d used the ability for years when hunting and so now it was a subconscious skill, like driving an air speeder. Of course, Jaani couldn’t drive an air speeder easily, but the point wasn’t lost on him. He wasn’t stupid.

The various assault courses were a breeze. Well, that wasn’t true. They left him floundering on the floor, caked in sweat at the end of every morning. However, he fared much better than many of the students. Again, it seemed he’d already learned to harness the Force to push his physical limits.

So why was it so damn hard to sense a stupid metal sphere and move it with his mind? It was all very frustrating. He could call on some abilities, but only when he wasn’t trying. Others completely evaded him. Damned stupid thing.

It was then that he realised he’d cracked to solid slab, which must have been near three inches thick, and he hadn’t hurt his hand at all. Odd, he’d always been quick to recover, but that simply didn’t appear to have damaged him.

The Gungan shook his head and turned towards his door. He strode down the narrow stairwell on bare feet and made for the dining hall. Most of the trainees eat in the communal hall, not that Jaani had really made any acquaintances yet.

 

[Zavzen Sae'ryx]

Xavzen stood alone at the back of the dining hall staring out at the load masses. He had only just arrived here and while the community seemed close he wasn't going to include himself, who knew what the real plans of all these people were and if there was one thing he had learnt as a slave is that the only goal people had was to look after themselves. Immersing himself in the Force as Master Ketu had told him to Xavzen let go of his physical body and allowed Ashla and Bogan to flow through him. He was surprised when the Force suddenly flared and he could see a vision of a ... Gungim, he thought they were called, stalking through the halls of the Temple, shrouded in frustration, Xavzen then witnessed himself approach the Gungim before the vision ended.

Shaking his head as he emerged from the vision Xavzen debated on what to do, he didn't trust the Gungim not to betray him in some way as he initially would but Master Ketu had told him to trust in the Force. Eventually Xavzen decided to trust the ghost of the man who had saved him mentally and turned to stride out of the hall towards where he sensed the Gungim in the Force, moving the people who got in his way out of it with telekinesis, uncaring of their protests.

@[member='Jaani Doosun'],

 

[Azula Tindara]

[member="Zavzen Sae'ryx"]

Jaani sat hunched over his simple food, almost protectively. They served very plain dishes here, but having had to live off the land, or simple Gungan military supplies for months on end, it was a hardship he could easily cope with. At seven foot and with a frame more heavily muscled than the typical gungan, he had to eat a lot. He bit from a chunk of bread, occasionally dipping it into a large bowl with a simple broth. Nearly three whole fish had been diced and added to his dish. With the current brutal training regime he was perhaps eating twice the calories he usually did, and it was almost difficult to fit enough meals in. Still, he had almost been proud of his arms, which he usually left bare and he was quite proud of the physical changes that had come with the hard work.

He noticed the Zabrak move towards him, one of his eyes stalks swivelling to regard his approach. Using his basic grasp of the Force, he was pushing people physically out of his way. How rude.

Jaani leant back from his dish, swallowing his mouthful and looking up with an inquisitive expression.

 

[Zavzen Sae'ryx]

Xavzen sat across from the Gungim (no, no that didn't sound quite right ... Gungan, that was it) and just stared at him and then at the large amounts of food in front of said Gungan. For a while this continued all the while Xavzen could detect a slight rise in frustration at his continued silence, that was just rude, he was trying to read him after all and it was something that not many would do, they would just blurt out what they wanted not caring that revealing too much to the wrong person could result in betrayal.

A slight smirk crossed Xavzen's face as he leant backwards, finally finished with his evaluation. "How odd," he spoke softly, almost inaudible in the commotion of the hall, "How odd that the creature the Force sends me towards is so useless in the Force, but be such a brute." His smirk grew a bit more though when he reached deeper into the Gungan with the Force and realised he acted too fast, "No, no, how odd. A strong connection to the Force that's purely instinctual but weak. Still a brute though."

With that Xavzen picked up on of the pieces of bread lying to the side, dipped it into the broth and started to tear into it, "You don't mind do you, friend." He commented, tipping the bread towards the Gungan raising the skin above his eye (where his eyebrow would of been if he had any), before continuing to eat regardless. "Name's Xavzen Sae'ryx by the way, friend."

[member="Jaani Doosun"]

 

[Azula Tindara]

Jaani tilted his head to one side as the stranger addressed him. He decided there must have been some nuance of expression that he was missing. The man came across quite rudely: taking from his plate, describing him as a brute. And yet he continually referred to him as "friend" and offered his name.

Jaani leant forwards, offering one large hand. That was how they greeted people out in the wider Galaxy, he had learned. "Name's Jaani Doosun. Assume you're a student here too?"

[member="Zavzen Sae'ryx"]

 

[Zavzen Sae'ryx]

Reaching out, Xavzen grasped the hand offered by the gungan. "Nice to meet you, friend." He replied. "And to answer you question, yep. I thought that it was time I had an official master and settle down. Of course, I've had no luck as of yet, apparently I don't have "The right attitude" for most Masters." The last comment was spoken with a smug smirk. Staring at his new acquaintance's face Xavzen let the smirk drop before continuing, "What's got you so frustrated, mate?"



[member="Jaani Doosun"]

 

[Zavzen Sae'ryx]

You still up for this thread?

[member="Jaani Doosun"]