Faction Issue # 1 - Arrival at the Praxeum [NJP/ Open to All Jedi]

[Kael Venn]

Kael smiled in a little bit of a half smirk with a questionable demeanor about him. What did she mean? Test him? He was ready for anything. He finally had a Master, now the tests were to commence. He drank a swig from his glass.
"Bring it Master, I will show you what I'm made of."
Matsu Ike

 

[Matsu Ike]

Kael Venn

She raised an eyebrow and spoke for a moment as she held a finger up for a moment. Her hand directing and bringing some of the food as she looked at it and pulled with her fingers enclosing over a strand of silver hair. Katarine Ryiah may need to check for some grays if she wasn't careful. The jedi grandmaster holding it for a moment aas she focused on it with the force and it straightened, strengthening while the force wrapped energy around it in a ta-ree spell. She would have encased her finger but she wasn't to be fair while holding it and it was like a small baton while she was looking at him. "Are you sure?" She asked with a look and held it with the force out and around while she was flinging it in different arcs to try and give him something to dodge.

 

[Kael Venn]

Kael Venn didn’t answer her immediately.
The moment the silver strand lifted and stiffened under the Force, his posture shifted—subtle, but deliberate. His weight settled into the balls of his feet, shoulders loosening beneath the dark folds of his robe. Bright blue eyes tracked the motion, not the object itself, but the intent behind it.

The first arc came fast.
Kael tilted his head just enough for the makeshift baton to whisper past his temple. A second followed—lower. He pivoted on one foot, the movement economical, controlled. No wasted motion. No panic.

Then he spoke.
“Am I sure?” His voice was calm, edged with something steadier than confidence—certainty. “You’re not testing my reflexes, Master… you’re testing my focus.”
Another flick of her hand sent the strand curving unpredictably. This time he didn’t dodge immediately. He watched—felt it—then stepped inside its path at the last possible second, letting it pass behind his shoulder instead of away from it.
A risk.
Intentional.
His gaze lifted to meet hers directly now.
“You’re trying to see if I react…” he continued, breath even, “…or if I understand.”

The next strike came sharper—faster.
Kael raised his hand, not to block, but to intercept the flow of motion itself. The Force brushed outward from his palm, not overpowering hers, but redirecting—just enough to send the silver strand veering off course.

He lowered his hand slowly.
“I don’t need to be faster than it,” he said quietly. “Just more aware than the person controlling it.”
A faint smirk touched the corner of his mouth—respectful, but unmistakably there.

Matsu Ike

 

[Oryn Selvar]

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Oryn had never heard of Niv Hani, but he nodded anyway. Someone's origin was something to be respected. "High Republic" he said in return, matching the other Jedi's brevity.

"Nice to meet you both. Will you be settling here, or just visiting?" Oryn said. His smile came easy, drinking in the positivity radiating from the excitable Wookie. He'd never conversed with a Wookie before, though the translator droid removed any complication he had anticipated.

"I could eat." though saying that, he had no clue where they were serving food. He had no idea where anything was on this world to be fair.

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