Lost and Found
OBJECTIVE - Train!
Where: Naboo
Why: Training
Wearing/Wielding: Fate & Robes
When: Mid-Day
With:
Valeria de la Vallée
During Aurelion's time in CIS space he had heard of a woman by the name of Valeria who was open to training young Force Users like himself, an opportunity Aurelion was want to ever pass up. Though the Force never seemed to particularly agree with him when he called for it it at least tolerated him enough to allow it's use in the first place. He had, at times, found it more responsive to his call than others and even rare occasions where it did not lash back at him for doing so. Though he was unaware as to why these specific circumstances operated they way they did he had already ruled out it simply being that he was in great danger. Whether his life was at risk or not only seemed to effect how HEAVILY he called on the Force, not whether or not it decided to 'chastise' him for calling on it.
He sighed, but widened his stance, and ignited his Lightsaber, going over some simple Shii-Cho forms to re-familiarize himself as he stood there in the center of a long-abandoned plaza or, more specifically, in the middle of a thin bridge overhanging a waterway long reclaimed by the wildlife. The bridge was, more or less, meant more for architectural decoration than anything else as it lacked handrails and even proper make-up to allow for foot-traffic, while only being thin enough for one person to walk across. Even so he found the practice of keeping aware of his footwork while practicing what saber-work he knew to be useful. Force knows when knowing something like this on an instinctual level might save his life, like having a duel on a thin scaffold over a lake of roiling lava perhaps?
Aurelion shook his head, cast his ice-blue eye skywards briefly, before going back to his practice. He had contacted this 'Valeria' woman about training together and, though women still made him uneasy, his adventures thus far had helped to greatly dull what had once been a crippling fear of them. A fear which, as the amethyst blade weaved back and forth before him, as his hands deftly moved from sequence to sequence, he was more than a little glad to feel was left behind him. He didn't want to live in fear of what was likely half the galaxy, or any of the galaxy for that matter, and he hoped this meant he was growing as a person. If only a little bit.
Where: Naboo
Why: Training
Wearing/Wielding: Fate & Robes
When: Mid-Day
With:

During Aurelion's time in CIS space he had heard of a woman by the name of Valeria who was open to training young Force Users like himself, an opportunity Aurelion was want to ever pass up. Though the Force never seemed to particularly agree with him when he called for it it at least tolerated him enough to allow it's use in the first place. He had, at times, found it more responsive to his call than others and even rare occasions where it did not lash back at him for doing so. Though he was unaware as to why these specific circumstances operated they way they did he had already ruled out it simply being that he was in great danger. Whether his life was at risk or not only seemed to effect how HEAVILY he called on the Force, not whether or not it decided to 'chastise' him for calling on it.
He sighed, but widened his stance, and ignited his Lightsaber, going over some simple Shii-Cho forms to re-familiarize himself as he stood there in the center of a long-abandoned plaza or, more specifically, in the middle of a thin bridge overhanging a waterway long reclaimed by the wildlife. The bridge was, more or less, meant more for architectural decoration than anything else as it lacked handrails and even proper make-up to allow for foot-traffic, while only being thin enough for one person to walk across. Even so he found the practice of keeping aware of his footwork while practicing what saber-work he knew to be useful. Force knows when knowing something like this on an instinctual level might save his life, like having a duel on a thin scaffold over a lake of roiling lava perhaps?
Aurelion shook his head, cast his ice-blue eye skywards briefly, before going back to his practice. He had contacted this 'Valeria' woman about training together and, though women still made him uneasy, his adventures thus far had helped to greatly dull what had once been a crippling fear of them. A fear which, as the amethyst blade weaved back and forth before him, as his hands deftly moved from sequence to sequence, he was more than a little glad to feel was left behind him. He didn't want to live in fear of what was likely half the galaxy, or any of the galaxy for that matter, and he hoped this meant he was growing as a person. If only a little bit.