Prophet of Bogan
As expected his orders and the subsequent scramble of activity it had caused undid most of Revna's surface level efforts, even if the deeper seeds she had planted within them were still present. Fear and panic overwhelmed most everything else when it came to conflict, the ignition of the natural fight freeze or flee responses setting all rationale and reason aside for a few moments that could prove crucial when it came to decisive action. In this instance failure to account and overcome such lapses in judgement and mindset were of no consequence, but in a real battle it would be the difference between life and death for many involved.
Such was the need for Battle Meditation in the first place, Sith had been trained to control such rampant emotions and flights of thought on a level more intimate than most if any Non-Force Sensitive beings could ever hope to achieve. If any could steady the wayward mind of a panicked soldier or crew member then it was the guiding hand of a Sith. Just as they had learned to channel their emotions and negative outbursts into strength so too could they convert such emotions within those around them to the very same purpose. A guiding light in a turbulent sea.
That was what the crew needed now, and that was what Revna would have to become before they steered themselves into ruin.
Like before Darth Strosius didn't offer any advice or hints, he simply extended out his senses to feel what exactly she was working on with each member of the crew. They each had shortcomings and reservations both about themselves and one another, only together could they succeed yet they didn't quite fit together perfectly yet. She had laid the groundwork for them to unite on task but now was when her ability to do so and their own inherent desires to accomplish this goal would be put to the test.
The combat simulation itself was a fairly simple exercise all things considered, just some predetermined 'lines of fire' for the ship to either avoid or strengthen their shields to compensate against before returning fire on several buoys which projected said lines. Already one could glimpse an automated drone from the viewport deploying said buoys a short distance away from the ship, just out of range of its weaponry so that it would be forced to maneuver towards them one way or another.
Every member of the crew would have a specific goal to accomplish in order for them all to succeed in the simulation, whether that be the communication and sensors officers giving accurate placement of the buoys to the navigator or the calibrations for the weaponry needing to be shifted as the ship itself angled a different way. All had to work in tandem in order for the simulation to be completed properly, something that they had thus far never quite managed to achieve. This time would be different, one way or another.
Given Revna's previous work on the crew she had a better idea of which buttons to push and which directions to steer them all in, mentally speaking, in order to give them a better chance of succeeding. This one needed to be calmed in order to settle into a rhythm so that she could actually do her work without frantic typing, that one needed to focus on only the most pressing matters at first then work his way down to the rest of the reports, the other one needed to quit stalling and calibrate as soon as possible. A delicate balancing act of suggestion and assertion.
One that would hopefully bear fruit as the simulation began in earnest. The ship weaved through the lines of fire, not quite as smoothly as he would have preferred but far more gracefully than the crew had ever performed before, as it soon began returning fire. The guns didn't overheat nor did they miss their targets outright, even if the switching between buoys was a few seconds longer than ideal. Within moments half of the buoys were gone and the ship was arcing back around for a second pass on the rest of them.
Darth Strosius remained silent and unresponsive aside from a subtle glance towards Revna and an almost imperceptible nod of approval. When the last buoy had been destroyed and the simulated lines of fire only showed what would have been glancing blows if it were real combat, the mood on the bridge morphed from tense silence into stunned awe. Some of them couldn't believe that they had actually managed it, others were just relieved that their tasks were done and that the stress was off their hands. A few even briefly broke out into congratulations of one another before a quick glance towards the High Priest reminded them that they were still being watched.
Eventually all eyes would land on the pair of Sith in a hopeful trepidation that they had performed well enough this time. He allowed a few moments of tense silence to pass before he straightened his shoulders and addressed the commanding officer. "It seems as though you and your crew have indeed learned your lesson, Captain." The relief and excitement that bloomed across the faces of the crew was priceless. "Bring us back to port and I shall have the details of your next assignment finalized. Congratulations on graduating."
As the crew swiftly set about bringing the vessel back to the station, amidst their own barely contained fits of glee, the masked man idly rested a hand on Revna's shoulder. 'This is what it is all for, my Disciple.' He spoke without opening his mouth. 'Uplifting those around you with the blessings that they do not possess. That is the purpose of Battle Meditation. That is what you should learn and keep close to your heart above all else in regards to that skill and your new role. Very good work indeed.'
Revna Marr
Such was the need for Battle Meditation in the first place, Sith had been trained to control such rampant emotions and flights of thought on a level more intimate than most if any Non-Force Sensitive beings could ever hope to achieve. If any could steady the wayward mind of a panicked soldier or crew member then it was the guiding hand of a Sith. Just as they had learned to channel their emotions and negative outbursts into strength so too could they convert such emotions within those around them to the very same purpose. A guiding light in a turbulent sea.
That was what the crew needed now, and that was what Revna would have to become before they steered themselves into ruin.
Like before Darth Strosius didn't offer any advice or hints, he simply extended out his senses to feel what exactly she was working on with each member of the crew. They each had shortcomings and reservations both about themselves and one another, only together could they succeed yet they didn't quite fit together perfectly yet. She had laid the groundwork for them to unite on task but now was when her ability to do so and their own inherent desires to accomplish this goal would be put to the test.
The combat simulation itself was a fairly simple exercise all things considered, just some predetermined 'lines of fire' for the ship to either avoid or strengthen their shields to compensate against before returning fire on several buoys which projected said lines. Already one could glimpse an automated drone from the viewport deploying said buoys a short distance away from the ship, just out of range of its weaponry so that it would be forced to maneuver towards them one way or another.
Every member of the crew would have a specific goal to accomplish in order for them all to succeed in the simulation, whether that be the communication and sensors officers giving accurate placement of the buoys to the navigator or the calibrations for the weaponry needing to be shifted as the ship itself angled a different way. All had to work in tandem in order for the simulation to be completed properly, something that they had thus far never quite managed to achieve. This time would be different, one way or another.
Given Revna's previous work on the crew she had a better idea of which buttons to push and which directions to steer them all in, mentally speaking, in order to give them a better chance of succeeding. This one needed to be calmed in order to settle into a rhythm so that she could actually do her work without frantic typing, that one needed to focus on only the most pressing matters at first then work his way down to the rest of the reports, the other one needed to quit stalling and calibrate as soon as possible. A delicate balancing act of suggestion and assertion.
One that would hopefully bear fruit as the simulation began in earnest. The ship weaved through the lines of fire, not quite as smoothly as he would have preferred but far more gracefully than the crew had ever performed before, as it soon began returning fire. The guns didn't overheat nor did they miss their targets outright, even if the switching between buoys was a few seconds longer than ideal. Within moments half of the buoys were gone and the ship was arcing back around for a second pass on the rest of them.
Darth Strosius remained silent and unresponsive aside from a subtle glance towards Revna and an almost imperceptible nod of approval. When the last buoy had been destroyed and the simulated lines of fire only showed what would have been glancing blows if it were real combat, the mood on the bridge morphed from tense silence into stunned awe. Some of them couldn't believe that they had actually managed it, others were just relieved that their tasks were done and that the stress was off their hands. A few even briefly broke out into congratulations of one another before a quick glance towards the High Priest reminded them that they were still being watched.
Eventually all eyes would land on the pair of Sith in a hopeful trepidation that they had performed well enough this time. He allowed a few moments of tense silence to pass before he straightened his shoulders and addressed the commanding officer. "It seems as though you and your crew have indeed learned your lesson, Captain." The relief and excitement that bloomed across the faces of the crew was priceless. "Bring us back to port and I shall have the details of your next assignment finalized. Congratulations on graduating."
As the crew swiftly set about bringing the vessel back to the station, amidst their own barely contained fits of glee, the masked man idly rested a hand on Revna's shoulder. 'This is what it is all for, my Disciple.' He spoke without opening his mouth. 'Uplifting those around you with the blessings that they do not possess. That is the purpose of Battle Meditation. That is what you should learn and keep close to your heart above all else in regards to that skill and your new role. Very good work indeed.'
Revna Marr
