The young half Echani known as Braze had spent the last four years of his life in relentless, grueling training... the kind that few his age would ever willingly endure. Nearly
ten thousand hours of unyielding practice had been poured into refining his mind, body, and connection to the Force.
What set Braze apart from his peers wasn't his raw, prodigious affinity and strength in the Force. It was the sheer abject
ferocity of his discipline. While others sought comfort of blossoming friendships, or advancement through pretty titles, Braze committed himself to a nearly monastic regimen, sacrificing ordinary comforts for a sharper, honed existence.
Among his many disciplines,
Force Sight had become a cornerstone of his development. Blindfolded for hours , and some times even weeks or months on end, Braze tasked himself with taking the traditional Trial of Skill a step further, pushing it into outright absurdity.
He crossed tight ropes and slacklines, relying only on the Force and the sharpened instincts he had honed through brutal repetition.
One of his core disciplines was that
Faalo's Cadences ; a legendary set of lightsaber drills so difficult that mastery of them blindfolded could exempt a Padawan from formal Trials altogether.
Braze wasn't satisfied with mere familiarity. He trained deep into the sequences, setting up rows of candles and balancing hundreds of durasteel ball bearings atop them, forcing himself to strike the bearings cleanly without disturbing the candles. Each cadence grew more complex. The first required careful aim. The second demanded precision without even facing the targets directly. By the third, Braze was striking targets from all sides without turning, relying on nothing but Force perception and flawless muscle memory.
He introduced an additional, almost absurd layer of difficulty: to cross
tightropes and slacklines suspended high above the training halls, without the use of sight, and guided only by his connection to the Force.
Each step demanded
perfect equilibrium, a masterful command over his body's every minute shift and tremor. The ropes would quiver underfoot, creaking with instability, yet Braze moved with a precision born of refined instincts and an unwavering trust in perceptions that existed far beyond the reach of the physical senses.
It was not balance alone he sought to master, it was the art of
becoming balance itself, surrendering his body to the subtle currents of the Force and letting them carry him forward. Every breath, every heartbeat, every tiny flex of muscle became an act of attunement in the silent conversation between gravity, motion, and willpower.
Where others would have faltered or hesitated, Braze pushed through with an obsession born out of his own fractured beginnings with a gnawing need to prove he was worth more than being cast aside as nothing more than an uncontrollable monster of a child.
Forcing his mind and body to reach beyond sight, beyond instinct, into pure unity with the Force.
Every step on the rope demanded
perfect balance. Every swing of the blade required refined
control. Every moment demanded
unwavering trust in senses far beyond the physical.
The Fourth Cadence demanded that Braze's mind move faster than his blade , parsing a complex, shifting pattern in real-time, striking without hesitation, thinking three steps ahead even while surrounded by hundreds of targets.To find that
clarity even under
chaos.
The Fifth Cadence demanded even more. Here, mastery had meant surrendering the body entirely , manipulating the lightsaber telekinetically, performing flawless, intricate sequences without the guidance of touch, sight, or sound. It was the purest test of unity between mind, will, and the Force.
To survive this level of training , while executing such impossible drills demanded so much more of a person's mind. It had to become still enough to hold pattern, movement, and balance all at once ; calm enough to listen, sharp enough to strike, fluid enough to adjust, and steady enough to never fall.
Braze didn't
just train harder than his peers. He sought to
redefine what training could be.
In tandem, Braze developed an
acute spatial awareness, a sphere of influence that stretched around him like an invisible net. Long before an enemy approached, Braze had already
seen them. Not with his eyes, but with the deep, flowing perception the Force granted him.
He could sense the vibrations of footsteps, the flicker of motion in a distant hallway, the shifting temperature of displaced air.
Sound required a medium to travel, and Braze had learned that truth intimately.
And it just so happened that this particular Jedi Shadow was a specialist in
wind and air manipulation ; an expertise that allowed him to read the tiniest shifts in the currents around him, making him all but impossible to catch unaware.
Braze was a young warrior molded through ceaseless struggle, and sharpened by a will few could fathom.
Somber Jade green eyes shifted to Xoff and an exhausted hiss escaped the young Jedi Knight. One does not gloat in the act of stepping on an ant, for it is not an occasion worth one's attention. And that is how he chose to treat this random disembodied voice.
Braze kept his focus on the task at hand, guiding Xoff toward a blacked-out luxury speeder parked out front. He opened the back door, revealing an interior more akin to a specially-designed undercover law enforcement vehicle. Without hesitation, he drew a set of
stuncuffs from a small case stuck to the roof inside the speeder, and moved to secure them around Xoff's wrists, binding them firmly behind his back.
"Xoff, by authority of the New Jedi Order and the Galactic Alliance, you are hereby detained.
You stand charged with conspiracy in the targeted killing of a Jedi Knight, willful orchestration of bounty operations resulting in unlawful death, and desecration of Jedi grounds by endangering the lives of minors and the integrity of the Order.
You have forfeited your right to free movement. You will be transported to Alliance custody for trial.
Resistance will be met with necessary force. Submit peacefully and your rights under Alliance law will be respected.
You have the right to remain silent.
You have the right to legal counsel under Alliance law.
Anything you say from this moment forward may be used in your tribunal or trial.
You will be treated in accordance with the laws of the Galactic Alliance.
Do you understand these rights as I have stated them?"
Suffice it to say, he was a focused young man, intent on achieving his objective , no matter what strange tricks Xoff tried to pull.
[Gidgit]
(buzzes around Braze as he cuffs Xoff, little servo-arms wiggling excitedly as he beeps and warbles in droid speak)
"Oooh, someone's in trouble. Should I fetch a 'Congratulations, You're Arrested' banner?"
(small beep, rotating toward Braze like a dutiful assistant)
"Target secured! Time to throw the book at him, boss!"
(more serious now, recording quietly in the background)
"Recording official arrest. Rights have been read. Charges documented. Log entry: Suspect Xoff taken into lawful custody. No resistance — yet!"
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Braze
Xoff Chantin
