Room to Learn

[Hal Terrano]

Ossus Jedi Academy

Hal Terrano stared hard at the symbol that sat nestled in the palm of his hand.

It was the symbol of the Jedi Order.

Dark times were nestled upon the horizon. Coruscant had been conquered, worse still, conquered by Sith. It lead the Padawan to question why. Had the Republic grown stagnant? Caught in the turmoil over leadership issues? Simply over-confident? With the Sith Empire left in tatters there had been hope, and now...

His hand closed over the symbol, the edges of the pendant digging into the flesh of his hand.

Why wasn't he there? If he had been there, if he could have even prevented a single Jedi from falling it would have been a difference. The pendant cut into his trembling palm, drawing blood and for a few moments Hal simply sat there cross-legged on the floor of the training room.

No. There could be no room for blame. No room for doubt.

There could only be justice.

[member="Bellalika"]

 

[Bellalika]

[member="Hal Terrano"]

A small smile was had at what came, Bellalika moved down the hall while she wore the robes... surprised she hadn't expected to be wearing them again anytime soon or ever again. After all she had done and been through and now relaxing a little bit while settling in. The few who remembered her didn't believe she was really back with new scars and while being one of the youngest knights she did get some respect.... As well as some doubts. That was why she had thrown herself into the thick of it all and gotten a padawan going into one of the training rooms and propping herself against the wall while the saber flipped in her hand. She checked the chrono and prepared for the boy.

 

[Hal Terrano]

[OOC: Sorry for neglecting this! I've been on half-vacation!]

Finally the man pulled himself out of the stupor of thoughts. Sometimes it simply did no good to dwell upon the darkness, if left unchecked it could eat away at the mind. Seeds of doubt. Seeds of shadow that would grow into twisting weeds of despair with thorns that could slash down the most steadfast of minds.

No. Don't think. Act. React. Prevent.

The Padawan slipped the pendant back around his neck, making sure that the jewellery sat underneath his robes (can't have it swinging around in the heat of training).

He stood, making his way towards the room where his Master would be waiting. Punctual, that was Hal Terrano. Serious to a fault and always on time. Entering the training chamber he greeted her with a curt bow. Now while he wasn't late, there was a possibility of her being early.

“I hope you haven't been waiting long, Master Bellalika."

[member="Bellalika"]

 

[Bellalika]

[that is fine]

[member="Hal Terrano"]

Bellalika didn't look over at him just yet, her senses focused before her head did and she offered a smile at first while taking him in. There was plenty going on and he looked at least able to not break a nail or complain. Her time with Atrisia had shown her that.... some people were prissy and didn't enjoy sweating. Helped that compared to them she wasn't middle aged and overweight. Then she came out of her thoughts and into the moment letting amusement gleam in her eyes more while the rest of her relaxed going to the middle of the room. The fifteen year old rolled her shoulders and spoke. "No not long I often like to arrive early and see what comes, it is more peaceful. Now let us find a good place to begin. Have you had previous training?""

 

[Hal Terrano]

He nodded, curt and blunt as per usual.

Hal Terrano wasn't one for being social. He wasn't a kind nor a jovial man. He was just, he was disciplined but when it came down to the emotional wire he was as serious as one could be. Repressed one might say. Murmurs of discontent would follow him throughout the temple.

He's cold, callous.

Give him a chance.

I just don't think Padawan Terrano is Jedi material.

He's got nowhere else to go.

Who thought too much discipline could be a bad thing? “I've been through the basics,” he responded stiffly, “the core Force techniques,” this of course, included standard, push, pull, speed, leap and lift the bloomin' rock five hundred times. “I've studied the Code extensively,” he continued, face still not showing one shade of emotion. Padawan at twenty-two, he'd been through the loops several times but still unable to break his own glass ceiling.

“I need work in terms of physical combat.”

[member="Bellalika"]

 

[Bellalika]

[member="Hal Terrano"]

That was good and Bellalika cared little for cold and callous between her sisters a little coldness was to be expected while she thought about. Now teaching a padawan how to handle the physical aspects of combat and the force most likely brought a smirk to her face while she moved and stood there crossing her arms. "Well then we'll have to fix that won't we." She let the smirk grow into a smile while walking and going from the room with her saber coming to her hand. If other jedi wanted to whisper about her well she gave them an equally cold shoulder with a look while heading down into the larger rooms. She needed somewhere they could work and with her cybernetics it would be better to have space. "We'll warm you up and if a limb or two breaks no complaining."

 

[Hal Terrano]

As they moved into a room better suited for the art of combat the humourless Hal found himself pondering the notion of this Knight breaking his limbs in training. Surely he would have heard on the temple grapevine if this women went around shattering the bodies of the Padawan. He likely needed to be taught how to laugh rather than fight.

Silently he began to stretch out those limbs, putting a touch more focus upon his legs than arms. An old knee injury that constantly bit at him like a tiny rabid dog. Of course he wore a brace for support but it meant that he was never going to be a speedy duellist. Strength was where his focus needed to be. A few gentle lunges, stretch out the hamstrings, the shoulders, if you're not going to do it properly then don't do it at all.

Removing the hilt for the training lightsaber at his belt her offered Knight Bellalika a curt nod.

“I am ready.”

[member="Bellalika"]

 

[Bellalika]

[member="Hal Terrano"]

Bellalika looked as Hal stretched out and she gave a nod of agreement, he was getting it now and as she clenched her fists stretching a little bit here and there she stopped bringing a leg up to her chest. Then the other while she drew a training saber. The snap hiss of the magenta blade casting her pink skin in soft light while she moved around carefully looking at the padawan. "Whenever you are ready to begin." Her eyes flicked over him quickly and focused on him with a glint of cold amusement in his eyes.

 

[Hal Terrano]

The training sabre came to life in a flash of brilliant blue as the man slowly craned his neck, first to the right, then the left. Just a hint more build up before the action could really begin, and by action I mean the likely anti-climatic beat down of a stalwart young Padawan.

He preferred to defend rather than attack, defender of justice, defender of the weak, defender of the light. An all out offensive simply didn't suit the man, or who he was but Hal was here to learn. He sad no more, only offering a cut nod, as he was prone to do.

Holding the hilt in a two handed grip he took a cautious step forward, start off slow, this wasn't a sprint, this was a learning experience. A simple swing, that was the basis of his first strike, coming from the right and aiming to cut across her midsection, although with a training saber there would only be minor burns.

[member="Bellalika"]

 

[Bellalika]

[member="Hal Terrano"]

Bellalika went silent, her eyes tracking the man and seeing it as she moved. The blade coming in a ghost image, the force whispering to her while she went forward with the blade. Her hands meeting and catching, letting the humming sound get louder to her ears while the feeling of blood pumping, pounding in her ears. She moved forward, letting Djem so lead the way, defend, counter attack, defend and counter attack. She knew what there was to do and her body moved up with a duel bicycle kick as she used her size and form to twist and she could try to strike him.