Faction New Jedi Praxeum || Way of the Sparrow

[Solene Beroya]

JEDI PRAXEUM || SWORDSMANSHIP
Way of the Sparrow

Open to New Praxeum Jedi

The Chalcattan sun warmed Solene's crystal-blue skin as she readied herself to lead the class. She stood with her back to a river, where jagged peaks rose up just beyond the opposite bank. There was a faint floral odour from the flowers that clung to the water's edge; the Jedi wore one of these flowers as a decoration in her deep red hair. Solene had never been called Master before, but she felt ready for the position alongside Katarine Ryiah , and she was pleased when the founding Jedi had accepted her request to lead this class. "Sword of the Praxeum," she had jokingly referred to herself in a private moment with her own Master, Zhea Nox , aping one of the titles that several other orders seemed to feel the need to include.

The air was warm and still. The only noise was the rushing and bubbling of the river, punctuated by the chatter of the attendees and, of course, her own voice.

"Welcome to the first swordsmanship class of our reborn Order.

Of course, I am aware that many of you are accomplished duelists already, but that is not what today is about. Your sword is a conduit through which the Force can speak to you. The novice who listens to their sword has more power than the expert who commands it." It was an analogy for the Force itself, and it clearly defined who Solene was as a swordsman.

She looked over at the gathered Jedi and smiled, activating her blue blade and falling into an opening guard "Vojo de la pasero." She began the sword kata demonstration. This path was agile, dealing quickly with imaginary assailants from the front and both sides. Solene moved with fluid grace and the confidence of someone who believed her blade would continue its desired movements even if she were to let go of the hilt. "Eee-ya!" she called out, a verbal expression to culminate the path, before returning to her neutral pose.

"I hope you were watching. If any of you would prefer to match rather than mirror, you are welcome to join me at the front."
Once everyone was ready and had their blades ignited, she gave the command to begin.

 

[Kael Venn]

Kael smiled, stood there and watched the instructor flow like natural wind, it looked like the most elegant dance the world has ever known. He wasn't familiar with that specific style of combat, but he liked it. He nodded, and stepped forward closer to her toward the front and took his lightsaber out, ignited the bright blue blade, making sure there was enough space between the other Jedi and began the elegant dance himself. He matched her perfectly while also putting his own spin on the technique. He spun, jumped, and kept his blade at a speed most swordsman would only dream of, he was standing in one spot and not moving an inch, no steps forward, just attacks to the side and the front from those off angles, even though it was so swift that he looked like he was moving, he stays in the same spot in class.

Solene Beroya //OPEN//

 

[Matsu Ike]

Solene Beroya Kael Venn

"Listen to your blade." Her eyebrow rose but she wasn't opposed to it. Hovering behind most of the ones there softly with her hands on front of herself. The jedi master was looking at more of it and had a calm expression. Kael had asked to be taught and she was for it but there was something about learning in the classes that she enjoyed and there was something fun to be learned with every lesson, every instructor. Each brought something even if they used the same materials it was in their personalities. "Interesting." he said it but remained there while her hair receded into a more manageable ponytail with bindings around it. To her ankles and her robes adjusted to more of a sleeveless gi style. The silvery and white design with the materia not reflective but offering a more styled lok for practicing saber kata's and combat.

 

[Kael Venn]

Listen to your blade.

Kael took that advice to heart, he closed his eyes and stood there with this light saber ignited and just listened. It hummed, but there was more. It was like his elegantly crafted weapon was more than just a utensil for fighting, it was speaking to him. He could hear it. It was unlike anything he's ever heard. It was telling him to move in a certain direction while he was in the saber stance, and so he followed every instruction from his blade. Was it past masters speaking to him, or was his blade becoming sentient, or was he just going crazy? He didn't know the answer, but he felt it and his "dance" became even moreso. It was beautiful, it was like he was possessed, he just did it without thinking, spinning, jumping, slashing, lunging, rolling forward and then rolling backward into a backflip before ending his dance into a meditative kneel.
Solene Beroya Matsu Ike

 

[Kuhbee]

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Location: Chalacta
Equipment: Translation Droid | Lightsaber | Jedi Robes |
Tags: Open!

Kuhbee was a ball of energy, so sometimes slowing down and learning to really feel movement intentionally was difficult for him. This, of course, made a class like this very important for the young cub. He knew he had to learn to be still in order to be a great Jedi, but it was very difficult with such youthful energy.

Indeed, when he lit his lightsaber he was a bit too fast, too excited, stumbling slightly in a body that he was still growing into. Still, his heart was in it as he tried to do his best!

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[Aris Noble]

Aris watched. Listened. He was ever curious of the idea that steel without soul could speak through the Force. In truth, he rarely heard the Force, let alone in any objects. And, of course, he took it incredibly literally. He glanced to the sword in his hand, expecting it to not exactly speak but at least make itself known.

The Force was mysterious, after all.

 

[Faelyra Vynn]

Faelyra Vynn stood just off the main line of gathered Jedi, where the river's quiet rush could still be heard beneath the hum of ignited blades.

She had taken a place that was neither hidden nor forward—close enough to observe clearly, far enough that no one would expect her to step in first. Her fingers brushed the hilt at her side, not yet drawing it.

The demonstration unfolded before her in flowing arcs of blue light and controlled breath. The movements were familiar—angles, transitions, timing—things she had practiced until they lived in her muscles without thought. She understood what Solene was doing. More than that, she could feel the intention behind it. Not control.

Listening. Faelyra's brow tightened slightly. That was always the part she struggled with. When the call came to begin, the collective ignition of sabers rippled through the air like a rising chord. Only then did she finally draw her own weapon. Silver light extended with a soft, steady snap-hiss—clean, controlled, precise.

She did not step forward. Instead, she mirrored from where she stood. The first motion came easily—too easily. Her blade cut through the opening sequence with exactness, each position clean, each angle deliberate. There was no hesitation in the mechanics. Her footing remained stable, her transitions efficient. A Knight's training was evident in every movement.

But there was a difference. Where others allowed their forms to flow, Faelyra measured hers. Each motion was checked—subtly restrained, as though she were placing it rather than letting it happen. The rhythm never quite carried her. It was correct… but careful.

Her gaze flicked once toward the front of the class—toward the invitation to step forward, to match instead of mirror.

She didn't move. Instead, she reset her stance and began the sequence again.

This time, her eyes lowered—not closed, but softened—trying to feel past the structure she knew so well. The blade moved again, tracing the same path, but she forced herself not to anticipate the next strike. Not to command it.

For a brief moment—just a flicker—the motion loosened. The transition between strikes smoothed. The weight of the hilt shifted naturally in her grip instead of being guided into place. The current of the Force brushed against her awareness like something just out of reach.

And instinctively—She tightened again.

The blade snapped back into precision, the flow collapsing into control. Faelyra exhaled slowly, almost inaudibly.

She completed the sequence without error, returning to a neutral guard with quiet discipline. To anyone watching, it would have looked refined. Competent. Even practiced. But her grip lingered on the hilt a fraction longer than necessary.

She had felt it. And she had stopped it. Her eyes lifted once more toward the front—toward the space where others tested themselves more openly—before settling back into stillness, waiting, observing… and not yet ready to step into the current she knew she could not fully trust.

Location: New Jedi Praxeum, Chalacta
Objective: Study Swordsmanship, Join the Group
Open to All

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

looking at his 4 sabers, he remembered getting the crystals for the. the way they seemed to almost sing. but the 2 yellow and 2 purple crystals now in his blades song the loudest..or maybe they where singing to him specifically. he wasnt sure he ever heard them speak, or whisper. but he knew they would sing, never any words, just..humming almost, but not quite. it was wonderul. he'd fought with them before a few times, they never made much noise then. what else would they do or say?

 

[Solene Beroya]

JEDI PRAXEUM || SWORDSMANSHIP
Way of the Sparrow

Open to New Praxeum Jedi

Kael Venn Matsu Ike Aris Noble Kuhbee Faelyra Vynn Novac Lyrikal​

"Wonderful the Icarii said as the rest of the Jedi came to the end of the movements, there was some very talented sword users here no doubt. But all were different, as it should be.

She stopped and deactivated her blade allowing the others to do the same at the ends of their patten. Her body felt lose and her spirit was emboldened by the practice. "Very good everyone. I can sense a little tension in some of you, the young unsure if you are doing it correctly, some of the more experienced perhaps unfamiliar with my techniques.

That's okay, I can only offer guidance in the way the force speaks to me and hope that it helps you find your own communion.

As we go into the next movements, I would like each of you to call out the overriding emotion, thought, or whatever, that comes to your mind as you practice."

She gently nodded, regained her starting pose and began.

After a few motions she called out "Peace and the motion of water" she then looked at the next jedi for them to continue the personal declarations.

 

[Matsu Ike]

Solene Beroya

She remained there hovering just off the ground for a moment and listened to some of the others and then to the instructor. She was looking upon it as a chance to continue to learn the styles of others and their instructions. She remained there for a moment looking serene but focusing the force for a moment as she condensed and altered, manipulating the molecules for a moment and then slowly tilted her head back and brought her hand up. Quickly pulling at a small thread to withdraw a beam of light and plasma she could use for it with one hand.. and then she clapped letting it become two in her palms. Slowly being ignited with a small look of serenity as the lightside hummed off of the blades giving warmth and light. "Ready."

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

hmm, a overriding emotion, or thought. he wasnt quite sure what it was that he was thinking. he let go of his lightsabers, the 4 of them overed infront of him. purple, yellow, purple, yellow. perhaps his main reason for using his blades?

as he stood there the blades spun around him at hi speeds, and as if there was a opponent infront of him they moved together to form a block. then split and one after the other preformed a strike. as they did he said "protecting," that was one of the main reasons he agreed to be a jedi. other then to explore the galaxy and other personal things, the main reason was to protect himself, others, and the many animals of the galaxy.

 

[Aidan Bard]

✦ A LONG TIME AGO, IN A GALAXY FAR, FAR AWAY ✦

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As usual, Aidan got here miraculously late. He didn't walk with hurry though, rather, he was tampering with his hilt that held together weakly. He didn't even look up to see who was already at the designated location, he didn't know anybody to care about company. He'd been mastering the blade by himself for a while before class, and now he got an opportunity to use the blade in vision of his superiors. He finally looked up as he heard the ambience grow near. He didn't stay close though, instead he stopped a couple meters back from the students and teachers, isolated even so close to being surrounded by his peers.
"How curious." He notes Novac Lyrikal 's four blades. This was odd to him. Aidan wasn't a telekinetic prodigy, but when he did use it, it fatigued him quickly. Everyone was different, though. Maybe Novac could do it for hours! He noted it in his mind. He had to become Battlemaster after all, and a good Battlemaster understands that they mustn't be unaware of anything an opponent could do.
He took out a notepad from his pocket, beginning to write away what he's seen thus far.
He turns his head, someone caught his eye immediately. Aris Noble hadn't yet drawn his lightsaber. A ting of curiosity cracked him, but he dismisses that too. Another jot of his pen.
Another Jedi, Faelyra Vynn off to the corner, much like himself. Nothing wrong, just odd. Someone like himself just seemed so off. However, it wasn't anything to jot down. He had nothing to learn from their reluctance, and so he closed his notepad, placing it back into his robes.
As he does, he awaits for the instructors to instruct him, seeing as he'd missed the previous instruction. Though it looked like she was walking around observing the ones who'd been here first. If he was ignored, then he'd just go back into the retreat of the forests to use the blade by himself as he had been doing before. He was patient though, and maybe something would come of patience that was noteworthy.
And so he stood, waiting for the instructor to invite him from the edge into the circle of instruction.

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