Home Sweet Home (Mass Training - All Sith Welcome)

[Abelain Narv'uk]

The being closed it's eyes for a moment, considering intently the final question that had been granted by the Lord. He was unfamiliar with whatever game 'chess' was, though it seemed to be some form of war stratagem based on the descriptions that had accompanied it. The easiest answer would have simply been to state that his size and form allowed for easier physical combat, but it had been inculcated into the explorer long ago that rushing into an answer was a lesson in stupidity.

The offers in lessons had been varied, and Abelain struggled to tie in a lesson choice with an answer that would be sufficient in terms of the game. Finally, an answer began to formulate inside of his mind. The Arue'tii was not afraid of the Sith, simply because he had not heard of many of the terrible deeds that they had committed, and so it was easier for him to answer without nervousness after the initial anxiety at breaking code.

"Lord, I am clay, I may be molded into whatever is dictated by the artisans who form me, to fill whatever need must be filled."

Taking heed of the grey eyes of the Lord, it seemed to Abelain as if though he were being put under the observatory powers of a machine; the unblinking eyes seemingly as cold as his own blood. The vague memory of dead bodies and their lifeless eyes arose in his mind. He would have continued that thought if not for the sudden appearance of Fortuna. She had no doubt been listening to the conversation between the pair, and something about the Lord must have struck her interest in the same way that it had struck him. The Arue'tii took heed that Fortuna searched for the same qualities in teachers.

The lesson that she spoke of seemed strange to his mind, though it did not seem so out of possibility as to immediately be marked as ridiculous. With a curious light streaking along his eyes he listened for the Lord's response.

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[member="Tirdarius"] | [member="Fortuna"] | [member="Knight Mullarus"] | [member="Zayden Madera"] | [member="Jurs Deyi"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | Kaela Jaryn | [member="Vega the Chaos Mage"] | [member="Froste"] | [member="Crentice"] | [member="Darth Atrace"] | [member="Taris"] | [member="Garivald"] | [member="Darth Urak"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] |

 

[Teynara Jeralyr]

[member="Knight Mullarus"] | [member="Fortuna"] | [member="Garivald"] | [member="Taris"] | [member="Darth Atrace"] | [member="Crentice"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Darth Urak"] | [member="Zayden Madera"] | [member="Vega the Chaos Mage"] | [member="Kaela Jaryn"] | [member="Froste"] | [member="Abelain Narv'uk"]

Too frail? That alone was an interesting thing of note, the suggestion of a weakness that could little be overcome through the rigours of simple physical training. Or else why offer up such a vulnerability, knowing that others may take note and exploit it? At least he stood reassured that this was not one that would quickly seek a violent path on pure whim: doing so would place the girl at risk that she might have little ability to counter. Not without subtle means at her disposal.

Still, what she asked was no small matter: to gather energies strong enough to counter an attack such as the girl described ultimately required a level of control that was beyond many Acolytes, their inexperience running counter to the subtle discipline that was needed. Hence why we train most as weapons to be thrown into battle: those that survive such trials may ultimately possess what is required to advance themselves in both rank and cause. Those that do not serve their only possible purpose. Whether this girl would be yet among the latter remained to be seen.

As for the other, the taller being of strange colouration, it sought training of any form he might offer. Intriguing, though clearly it has preference, approaching me rather than joining the duelists, or those who would seek more subtle means of eliminating their obstacles. But if the being was as receptive a vessel as it had suggested, then it, too, might find benefit in what [member="Fortuna"] had requested of him. So be it.

"As you learn to channel the Force's energies to craft the abilities you have at your disposal, you come to comprehend that all energies are interchangeable, and can be adapted to many different uses," he said, holding the crimson-eyed-girl's gaze sharply, and noting the stance of the taller blue being beyond her. "Thus, suitably moulded, the Force enables you to form barriers that can reduce or negate other forms of energy, either allowing you to partake of them yourself, or letting you bleed them off, so that they do not harm you."

Among the Jedi, the latter of the techniques was taught at an early age: as the Padawans progressed onto Telekinesis, they were also taught the mechanisms of negating it, though this was not a simple task. As a tree must give way to a gust of wind, so too must you give way to the Force. Yes, he remembered those lessons, given decades before when he had been but a boy: at their simplest, the Jedi was to accept an attack, embrace it rather than seek to counteract it, using their own energies to bleed off that which struck them. They would learn to take turns: one to attack, one to negate. A simple misstep might see you thrown off a precarious balance beam, to the hard floor below. And a bruise or two always taught you to be more careful next time.

Sith were far less polite in such: Tirdarius had seen more than a few offer training in such methods via more painful instruction. Why try to move an opponent when they might be blasted aside? Lightning burns were commonplace, inflicted with a brutal touch that any sadist might revel in, and any student would seek to avoid a second time, provided they survived the first. After all, not every Sith is so forgiving of failure as to allow a second attempt.

"To knock aside a telekinetic blast, reduce a burst of lightning to a mere static spark, or block the potent force of a lightsaber - all these are possible, if you have the will to try it," he remarked calmly, folding his hands in front of himself, slowly drawing upon the energies around him, letting them seep into every pore, every tissue, every cell. "Kinetic, chemical, electrical, thermal, and more. Energy in any form is subject to basic laws: if it can be generated, it can be negated. All you need do is convert it, whether into potential energy for your own use, or into something less dangerous."

A demonstration was needed, something he could offer with a little assistance. Most techniques are just a matter of imagination: knowing what is possible, it is often just a matter of replication. If he showed them how, it was possible they might work their way back to an understanding. But absent that, it is a thing that can be explained.

"Attack me, however you choose," he remarked, offering a nod to both of them, permission for an audacious attempt granted. "Telekinetic energies to push me aside, lightning cast to offer pain and injury, whatever you see fit. Feel your own energies surge to the fore, and watch how they can be cast aside."

 

[Darth Ferus]

A barrier? Her red eyes flicked over to [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] . When the two first met she tried to use such a skill to try and stop one of his charges. She was overpowered in the end, but it had at least kept her from death. Found memories of their first duel filled her mind. While Fortuna had lost, it had taught her much. And naturally she couldn't help but want to fight again. Her eyes flicked back to [member="Tirdarius"] as he continued. Attack him in any way she could?

There was only one way she knew. Through the Force she brought about her spear, resting it before her as she looked onto the Sith Lord. He could probably take what ever she might throw, but part of her didn't want to kill him. Even a chance wouldn't be good. Though, to hold back would be an insult, and one she could easily be punished for. Very well. Both hands shot out, the Force brimming around her spear before it launched out, ripping through the air as fast and hard as she could swing it.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Konrad focused harder on the image of a basic training sword in his mind. Perhaps his failure to conjure a convincing illusion was a result of a weakeness in his concentration or perhaps it was a result of him not channeling enough Force into the illusion. Either way, closed his eyes to try again.

When he opened his eyes this time, the quality of his illusion had improved. It was more opaque however, there was still some slight transparency in his illusion. Although he had improved, Konrad was disappointed that there was even a need for improvement when it came to conjuring up a static image that he more than familiar with. After another try, Konrad was able to conjure up a convincing illusion.

Next, was to see how long he could hold the convincing illusion for. Konrad focused on the image as he stared at the illusion he had conjured up before him. One minute had passed, then another - after 11 minutes, the image began to lose opacity. This was an area Konrad needed improvement and perfecting before this skill could be used in battle.

 

[Garivald]

"Who are you, and what do you wish to learn?", [member="Darth Ophidia"] said before turning and walking away; motioning for him to follow.

He'd forgotten to introduce himself. How could he frelling do that?

At least she was willing to train him. He felt that was a good sign. He didn't want to know what the Sith Lords rejection would have been like.

Following after her, he considered his options and immediately dismissed the majority of them. While he would enjoy being able to use abilities such as lightning and mentalism, right now he needed to enhance his natural talents. If he focused on doing that, then his odds of survival would increase greatly, making it more likely to live and learn such things another time.

"Apologies Lord, I am Garivald, Acolyte to Lord Mythos. I would like to learn what force stealth techniques that I can. If willing, I also desire a way to augment myself physically with the force; such as speed, strength, and reflexes."

 

[Zayden Madera]

After marching their way through the rough terrain of Korriban for a decent amount of time, they were finally at their destination, the Valley of the Dark Lords. The location was rather interesting. Large statues of ancient Sith Lords towered far above the group and allowed for shade in some areas. Behind each statue was an entrance to a long untouched tomb. The entire location could be described as a haunted cemetery, but on extreme levels. Rumors even said that the Dark Lords of old could overtake the body of an unprepared individual if they entered the tomb. Good thing we aren't going to be entering those things... I hope.

The Sith Knight, [member="Greta Kohler"], began speaking to the group and dropped a black bag in front of herself. Inside it was enough electroblade training swords to arm a larger class. There were only a couple trainees here at this moment, so most of the training swords wouldn't be needed unless some end up getting broke. Well, I've certainly seen a few of these on Byss... or at least they were a variation of these. Some of the local law enforcement officials were known to use electroshock weapons. Those things could pack a punch... I wonder how powerful these are.

Zayden reached into the bag and pulled out one of the blades that looked to be in good condition and started weaving it around a bit. "Feels about right..." he mumbled aloud. After a few seconds longer of getting a feel for the weapon, he lowered it to his waist and waited for his teacher to announce what to do next.

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[member="Froste"] [member="Vega the Chaos Mage"] [member="Kaela Jaryn"] [member="Jurs Deyi"]

 

[Darth Kentarch]

The Valley of the Dark Lords. Home to ruins and corpses, nothing more. Home world to a group of red skinned savages who's highest caste saw themselves as chosen ones. The ghosts of the Lords who had come before them had long passed from this place. Kentarch always thought Korriban was a poor choice for training. The environment was too hospitable a place. Perhaps in the old times when the acolytes would compete to the death in the fallen tombs, and the temples were thick with beasts and flesh eating bugs. The Sith Lord preferred the dangerous far flung worlds of wild space, those with extreme climates that made a mere trip away from a vessel a life ending possibility.

Stepping into the sand from his ship, Kentarch looked to the other acolytes and Sith who were training. Fresh meat for the meat grinder. He thought. War was coming. Lords would take apprentices. Knowledge would be shared. For now Darth Kentarch took no interest of anyone, nor did he speak. Instead he observed his fellow sith, if he would call them his fellows. He was after all no 'One Sith'.

 

[Komo]

Greta watched as the acolytes began to arm themselves each with an electroblade training sword. They had even taken the liberty to give it a few swings, getting a feel for the weapon in their hands, warming up their arm muscles as they did so. That was fine. She would see no reason to fault them with that. They were simply getting ready for the training.Nothing escaped her notice. The Sith knight had noted how the female with the purple eyes, Vega had been the first to grab the weapon, setting the example for the rest of the students.

The one known as Cole had been second in line, with Zayden being the third to do so. She'd seen the acolyte's bow, but said nothing. Greta would not wait for the other two to catch up. If they were so much slower than the majority of their peers, then it was simply too bad for them. The world out there was not a nice place, especially when one was Sith. If they did not adapted to the harshness of reality, they would fall behind and eventually be vanquished in one point or another. Only the strong prevails. It was the only natural for the strong to step onto the weak, and if the weak refuse to do so, they would only fall further down until they fade into non-existence.

Beginning the training, Greta would speak. "We would start with Form II, Makashi before we moved on to Form V, Djem So. How many of you know what the opening stance of Makashi is like? For those that do, get into position. For those that don't, watch me closely." Grabbing one of the blades from bag, she swung the blade single-handedly into a low guard. The saber was held in her left hand, her strong hand and held at her side, with the blade pointed down, and her feet shoulder width apart. "Makashi's speciality lies in duelling, and it is a form that relies heavily on precision, elegant and focused foot and blade work to outmanoeuvre their opponents. The form heavily utilises jabs and light cuts as opposed to hack and slash attacks in forms like Djem So."

Considering the fact that some of these acolytes may already know the basics of the form, she continued. "Those of you keen to move into the more advanced stuff, namely duelling, move over to my right and we'll get you sorted out. Those than remain, we'll continue to move on to various strokes and attacks of Form II that you can then practice on."

[member="Vega the Chaos Mage"]| [member="Froste"] | [member="Zayden Madera"] | [member="Kaela Jaryn"] | [member="Jurs Deyi"]

 

[cheshire_kitty]

In an attempt to improve his concentration, Konrad sat down in the area where his fellow Siths have gathered to train and began to meditate. He closed his eyes and started breating slowly. Deep breath in. Hold for 5 seconds. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Breathe out.

Slowly, through repeating the breathing exercise, Konrad cleared his normally busy mind. This time he tried a different approach. Instead of concentrating on an image he was familiar with, he found one that he was also passionate about - Aveline, first and only love who died an untimely death when he was still a Jedi Knight.

Opening his eyes, he saw the familiar form of Aveline standing before him smiling as that was her usual expression. The illusion was obviously of higher quality than the training sword he had conjured up and did not seem like it was an illusion at all. Concentrating harder, Konrad had the illusion he slowly walk towards him.

She looked exactly as he had remembered her. Her skin as white as snow, her eyes as blue as the ocean and her red hair as vibrant as ever. It was a bittersweet moment for Konrad. What he had wanted most in the world stood before him but she was nothing more than an illusion.

The illusion of his deceased lover walked towards Konrad and put her hand on his cheek as if comforting him. The illusion had reflected the deepest desire of Konrad's now cold and hardened heart. Everything he had done since her death was for her.

The illusion slowly faded as a tear ran down Konrad's face. It had reminded what of what he lived for and hardened his resolve to become more powerful and destroy the Jedis, everyone associated with them as well as everything they stood for.

 

[Vega the Chaos Mage]

Form II. The scorched female was knowledged in its motion, but that was no excuse to pass it by. She was here to train- expand her knowledge in everything she possibly could. No good in skipping steps, was there? As a result, Vega remained silent to the female knight's question regarding knowledge in the form. Perhaps she missed something, so it was wrong to raise her hand and state she'd mastered it. That'd be a most unwise move. Embarrassing if she was told to demonstrate, only to proceed in failing to provide a valid stance. 'Just watch and learn', she thought. 'take your time', she went on to mentally add. It'd be beneficial in the long run.

And it was. Vega had in fact missed something. She failed to argue with herself, though. She done the right thing staying silent with her focus on observation. Vega moved into her own space, carefully stretching her blade from one side of her physique to the other to assure she had enough room to safely maneuver her limbs. She did, and proceeded onto mimicking the motion of the teaching knight. The Sith motioned her weapon into a low guard, the soles of her boots treading firmly on the sand beneath them to assure her footing. Seemed like a fairly stance so she went onto repeating it until the knight moved on with the next demonstration.

[member="Greta Kohler"], [member="Froste"], [member="Zayden Madera"], [member="Jurs Deyi"], [member="Kaela Jaryn"]

 

[Kaela Jaryn]

[member="Greta Kohler"][member="Vega the Chaos Mage"][member="Zayden Madera"]@froste@jurs deyi

Electroblades. How... Shocking. Kaela moved towards the right of the group, as per Knight Kohler's request, and used the force to calmly drag one of the blades away from its fellows and into her waiting palm. Her left hand. While she was not naturally left handed, Kaela had forced herself to train exclusively with it in keeping with the ancient traditions of the Sith from which the order had gleaned it's name after she had learned of their preferences. Tradition was important. Tradition kept the Sith orderly, and checked their spiral into brutal animals who acted on nothing but instinct. And tradition would ultimately be the downfall of her master, at her hand.

The blade, while certainly not perfectly balanced or as pommel heavy as a lightsaber was certainly lighter than she had expected. Unfortunately it was just heavy enough to limit the level of artistry achievable while utilising Makashi. A shame. Still, while the others flourished their blades about to get a feel for them, Kaela took the opportunity to observe, to watch, and to learn more about how the acolytes moved their bodies. This, she understood, would be more important later when they were more than likely to clash blades. Kaela herself however, was more than happy to stand in an almost relaxed position - it gave nothing away about her knowledge, nor her ability. If anything it could potentially be concerning that she seemed so... Relaxed, given the location.

Which was precisely what she wanted the others to think: Either she was too foolish to understand that this was a combat lesson, and would thus be an easy target, or that she was so relaxed that she wouldn't have the reflexes to defend herself. Or perhaps those that were paying attention would see her posture for what it truly was - the intentional guise of someone who knew what they were doing.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Konrad concentrated on an image of a standard soldier in armour this time. He focused hard on the image hoping to create another illusion as sophiscated as his illusion of his beloved Aveline. He needed to learn this technique for Aveline, for revenge. Revenge was the only way he could hold on to her now and his way of apologizing for being to focused on his studies and not being there for her enough. If he was there on that day she might still be... Konrad shook his head dispelling that thought, regret was a waste of time. Time could only move forwards not backwards so he could not waste a moment and stray from his path of revenge.

Konrad refocused his attention on the image of a soldier in standard One Sith armour in his mind again. The illusion was not as sophiscated as his illusion of Aveline but it was much better than his previous illusion. Staring at the illusion, Konrad attempted to move the soldier. His walking was not as realistic as Aveline's but passable. Moving his illusions in a convincing and realistic wat was something he needed to work on.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Darth Ophidia nodded as the Acolyte introduced himself. She had recognised him somewhat, but now she had confirmation from his own mouth. This was indeed the apprentice of her own first successful apprentice. Well, that would depend entirely on one's view of success; [member="Lord Mythos"] was still about as subtle as a neon-painted Uxibeast. Even so, she was amused by this incident.

"Speed, strength, stealth. I can teach you these things."

This one wanted to know much. She knew [member="Garivald"]'s master was fully capable of teaching the amplification of one's body through the Force. If he was not, then she would have to visit her old apprentice and beat some old knowledge into him. While he was also capable of stealth, it was not truly the path he had chosen. Therefore, she decided to teach this Acolyte the most basic stealth technique she knew.

"We begin with Stealth, as your first option should always be to remain undetected."

Leading Garivald on, the tall, slender woman lead him towards one of the tombs. She stretched out a gloved hand and ran her fingers over the crevices of its opening, under her breath she whispered words of a harsh pronunciation. A tremor shook the stone and sand shifted. The Assassin turned to the student.

"Please, take a seat. We will begin with a brief meditation to sharpen the mind and gather your strength."

 

[Froste]

Cole held his electroblade loosely in his hand as he listened to his Sith teacher speak. Cole payed close attention to everything the Sith Knight said. Then, Knight Kohler positioned herself into the opening stance of Makashi. Cole studied the pose, a low guard with the blade towards the floor, her feet shoulder width apart. Confident he could mirror the position himself, he went to do so. Feet shoulder width apart... Cole spread his feet a bit, then began to focus on the positioning with his blade. He looked back at Knight Kohler, and placed his electroblade in the same position she kept hers. Satisfied with his replication of her stance, Cole began to listen to her speak once more. The Knight went more in depth with what Makashi was, its purpose and the types of attacks it utilizes. Then, the Sith teacher instructed those who were already knowledgeable about the form to shuffle over to her right. Unfortunately, Cole was not in that group of people. He kept his feet planted in the position he was in, ready to learn the different strokes and attacks of Makashi, as the Sith Knight Kohler had stated.

[member="Vega the Chaos Mage"] | [member="Zayden Madera"] | [member="Kaela Jaryn"] | [member="Jurs Deyi"] | [member="Greta Kohler"]

 

[Atrace]

Atrace stood at attention Watching the training thathread [member="Darth Azurea"] was displaying, he watched as the acolytes were casting illusions, he wondered how exactly it was possible for someone to create illusions from the power of the force alone. It simply perplexed him.

he would stand at his masters side but keeping a close eye on the other acolytes movements and techniques to forming such illusions. His eyes wandered to the acolyte [member="Taris"], he could sense the acolyte was fairly calm while performing his illusions even though he was facing a sith knight. His eyes would later drift to his brother [member="Darth Urak"] his brother He would try to get a feel for what exactly his brother was doing after all they were raised together so it was his best bet to watch him until his master would give the word for him to join in.

 

[Darth Sibilus]

Jurs had purposely let himself lag behind the group during their trek to the Valley of Dark Lords, every so often allowing his feet to trip and kick sand on on of the other Acolytes with a hidden smirk. The Nautolan mumbled occasionally to himself in a low tone. The black orb like eyes were constantly fixated on that Cole Acolyte, his natural ability sensing that he was incredibly uncomfortable, and a fool for saying so. As the small group finally reached their destination, Jurs listned intently before picking up the lightsaber with hesitation last, and made sure to drop it in the sand as he attempted to ignite it's blade.

Eventually he managed to release the electroblade's energy, and gave it a few precise slices and jabs before resting it in the Makashi starting position. He wondered absent mindedly if any of the other Acolytes would have picked up on his act, or if they were as stupid as they looked. Jurs suspected the latter.

With a dark chuckle, he moved forward first to Knight Kohler's side, as the image of his master appeared in his mind.

[member="Froste"] [member="Greta Kohler"] [member="Zayden Madera"] [member="[/FONT]Vega the Chaos Mage"] [member="[/SIZE]Kaela Jaryn"]

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

Barrier. The term fluttered in his mind for a moment, drawing up images of his teacher locked in combat and blocking the lightning streaks which hungered for his flesh. Had that been the same technique that the Lord was not discussing, or was this somehow more advanced? If it had been, then this lesson would be incredibly useful for the Arue'tii. It had been known to his species for quite some time that electrical energies were capable of piercing through the hide and burning into the soft flesh underneath, but if Abelain could somehow lessen the blow, then he might be capable of surviving something that his brethren could not.

The being's red cape flickered in the air behind it, already beginning to stain with the warm color of scorched dust. It seemed the clay would be reinforced before more artistic or utilitarian designs were put into it, made capable of surviving the harsh environments it would face, a wise choice on the part of the artisan.

With eager curiosity, the explorer watched the Lord as he called for either of the pair to attack him; an apparent demonstration of the power for their benefit. Even with the permission, Abelain felt uneasy with assaulting the Lord, even though the power he possessed was blatantly much greater than his own. The uneasiness was halted with a glance towards Fortuna, whose spear was already ripping through the air towards the Lord. It would be incorrect to disobey, and he had no intention of being a disobedient pupil, especially in the grey eyes of the Lord.

Twisting his body to the side, he began to draw his right arm backwards as he came into decent range. Releasing the tension held in his body, he arched the fingers of his hand into a claw-like grip, a strike useful for tearing into vital areas of inferior species such as the throat. The blow; once released, seemed to be aimed for the left upper ribs.

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[member="Tirdarius"] | [member="Fortuna"] | [member="Knight Mullarus"] | [member="Zayden Madera"] | [member="Jurs Deyi"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Kaela Jaryn"] | [member="Vega the Chaos Mage"] | [member="Froste"] | [member="Crentice"] | [member="Darth Atrace"] | [member="Taris"] | [member="Garivald"] | [member="Darth Urak"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] |

 

[Garivald]

She led him out into the valley, away from the other Sith and acolytes. After a couple minutes travel they reached what appeared to be an ancient tomb that had been carved into a rockwall. Reaching out, [member="Darth Ophidia"] placed her hand on the wall and began muttering harsh, guttural sounds in a language he'd not heard before. Right after she'd finished speaking, the wall began to move; revealing an entrance.

Turning, she looked at him with a cold stare.

"Please, take a seat. We will begin with a brief meditation to sharpen the mind and gather your strength."

"As you say, Lord."

Moving his clothes around, Garivald sat down cross-legged in the sand. Resting his arms on his legs, he closed his eyes and began controlling his breathing. Opening himself to the darkside, he began pushing his thoughts aside.

He'd learned from his training under his master to not fight his thoughts. To struggle and fight against them would only cause to think about his thoughts more. Instead when they came to him he pushed them; guiding them to a corner of his mind and left them there, forgotten.

After a few minutes, his efforts started to pay off. Slowly... so very slowly... he began to loose himself. He began communing with the force.

 

[The Traveler]

[member="Darth Atrace"]


" Stand boy, you represent me here. Show no fear, show no weakness, dare others to treat you as a lesser as you are more then their equal" the Traveler said as he moved off towards the side to give himself some room to reach his apprentice the lessons that he offered. Force Defend was a powerful ability in the right hands though it took many years to become proficient enough to properly fend off the rigors of a blaster bolt.

" Force Defend is a very basic skill that allows one to diffuse heat and energy without damage to one self. The most basic use is in defense against force lightning, though with training and tenacity you could learn to use it with some effort against blaster fire. In no means should you rely on it, it is a last ditch effort in all but the most basic uses but it could save your life against a sniper or determined grunt" he said as he knelt down on the ground and crossed his arms over his knees.

" It is a basis of many arts of defense my young Student, legends tell of jedi and sith masters who could dispel saber blades and claok their bodies in invisible shields of the force. Today we will begin with the simplicity of a simple flame" he said as he produced a candle and lit it. He removed his glove from his hand and concentrated as he placed his hand in the candles flame. He held it there with the flame licking for a long moment before removing it and extending his palm to his apprentice to show him the unblemished flesh.

" Prepare yourself by emptying your mind, allow the force to envelope you, know that it will guard you. when you are prepared put your hand in the flame".

 

[Atrace]

Atrace stood before his master listening to his explanation of the technique he would be teaching. The idea of an attack that could deflect pure energy excited Atrace, he could not possibly imagine a technique that could deflect lighting let alone a blaster bolt.

He watched as his master lit a candle sticking his finger into the open flame, Atrace had a feeling his master would not be burned yet he was uncertain the force was always unpredictable. he nodded his head as [member="The Traveler"] removed his finger without any damage done.

once his master had requested Atrace to place his finger into the fire he was reluctant. He would try to the best of his ability to clear his mind, he slowly placed his hand into the flame keeping it there for a few moments before removing it "how exactly is this possible my teacher?" He looked at his master with a look of confusion