Iron Tides...

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Socorro - Nearby salt lake at Academy grounds.​

A time had come to open up Socorro to one and all
The Force had called him from the Outback to the sands
One would come who would need him to help stand tall
To grow, to strengthen, to challenge and lead as example

On the beach head near the ancient Academy he sat
Holocron of the Ancient Masters in his lap, dormant
Meditating upon his inner self and the turmoil of that
Which could not be buried or silenced or turned away

In his life many things had been done, paths to cross
Reasons and excuses abounded for failure and lack
But though a king moves a man, he is only his boss
So in the end, his shame was his own to forgive

In the Outback he would repay the debt owed, to repay
But there were other, older bonds and oaths to honor
So a student would come to the academy to learn the way
To learn the path of the Guardian, and prepare for war

He had seen it, and he awaited.

[member="Zephyr Carrick"]

 

[Vora Kaar]

Time had passed since I had last fought
Many of my spars were with apprentices
and the like were merely taught
It was a not a curse of my defenceless

Teachings came from all around
Jericho, Isley, Xander, and Alkor
All of them were no longer bound
As such, I came to this beautiful shoar

The man sat with a holocron in his possession
His skill with a lightsaber was noted
After, I was soon to find my ascension
Standing behind him softly spoken

"Teach me of your skill
I may be just a young lad
But you surely learn of my will,
and the the great myriad
of my scale."

The yellow blade of the sun
Ignited as it was in front of my chest
I could feel its ever so powerful hum
I could only perform at my best.

[member="Glavo Pahro"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Standing slow, Master met student with level gaze
The boy stood, blade ignited, pride of youth in his eyes
Within the young breast the fire of naivety did blaze
Sun-blade erupting from knuckles white with determination

Holocron put aside, the Corellian shrugged off green robe
Folded gently with pride, he stood in patches and darns
Hand rose with saber to ignite in a blazing, stabbing, probe
Blinding silver light streaking for his students throat, a kill stroke

Nothing ventured, nothing gained. One must give all
Fight as if your life depended on it, for one day it would
Dance to the hum of the bladesong, and hear its' call
Ever mindful of becoming lost to the rhythm and thrill

Passion was a tool as much as much was serenity
Both wielded as opposite edges of a single blade
Warring in the heart of man once and for eternity
The focus of the heart would rule out the loser

One move and one move only would he make
A single strike of blinding speed and grace
Hidden in time, unknown that throat it would rake
Splash of crimson and burn life-blood

Would the youngling react, and deflect?
The question flashed on his mind
Inner-eye paused in time to reflect
The question hanging as blade reached

[member="Zephyr Carrick"]

 

[Vora Kaar]

The blade held tightly within my grasp
I could feel my knuckles turning white
Watching the saber drawn from its clasp
The bright burning silver shone bright.

The convening hums of a lightsaber did they make.
Lashing out towards me, swinging at my neck
My own saber came up, A slant to let the saber skate
Passing overhead, it provided little resistance to break.

Agressive was his style of lightsaber play
My own was fairly conservative in its movement
Sending my own blade at him, be that as it may,
Aiming to cut at his arm, however, I would not be as fluent.

I could see the skill this mentor had
His saber was made for his aptitude, however
He resisted his strikes against my facade
I just had to think to my own, I might have to be clever.

Using tactics and smaller strikes
His strength would become his greatest fall
For now, hushing my quivering gripes
Keeping my wits about me afterall.

[member="Glavo Pahro"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

The lad had skill, and promise, smooth movement and grace
To fight at his best was what he would do then, for this student
Dishonor and disgrace would come if holding back, loss of face
So his saber tucked in close, he spun out of the strike

Sailing by went blade of the sun, just missing as he went
As the tip passed by, his eyes narrowed in telling sign
The edge lashed out in a strike with force from speed lent
Aiming directly for the knees, but at the last a feint

Ducking in his shoulder barreled for the chest of the man
Jerking back his hand and saber from the slash at first
His grip came reversed and forward it surged to damn
The one who would challenge him, to teach him

With his way, the saber hummed low with intent only to bruise
But the student did not know, could not know that way
And so he would fight his best a brightest to not lose
That was the needed way of war and learning to fight

Straining, sweat beaded and rolled across his forehead
The maneuver was risky, could tear or strain the body
But it was one he knew quite well and fatigue was shed
And the students reaction and counter would be telling

[member="Zephyr Carrick"]

 

[Vora Kaar]

The skill of the blade was clear to me
The swinging and charging was a change
passing to the side, surprising it may be
turning my head, looking through my mange

The blade hot and humming
twirling out to my side, smacking away
but still striking, scraping and burning
tearing my clothing and it will pay

Growling in slight anger and pain,
I lashed out to the mentor's saber.
Saber suddenly shutting off for my gain,
Igniting again to pierce at his opposite shoulder.

"Tricky, yet skilled with a blade."
I couldn't fathom a fight between him and Father
He could beat me with another spade
It was like I couldn't be more than a bother.

Anger directed towards myself,
I just had to keep fighting
I would not let myself sit upon the shelf
My fire was never dying, always igniting.

[member="Julius Sedaire"],