Song Of A Thousand Journeys [Training]

[Josh Dragovalor]

Voss​

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It appeared a new student had joined the class.

[member="Auron Song"] had some experience already, but had not had a Master to truly temper them into the Jedi they could truly be. The Silver Jedi Order had tried and tried but they had not been able to find them a proper Master until now, when they'd been assigned to Master DragonsFlame. The Silver Assembly Member had volunteered, of course, wanting to cultivate the Jedi's future to the best of his abilities. Their lesson had been scheduled on the same time as one for Padawan [member="Anora Vahn"], to which Josh hoped she wouldn't mind. She was used to having lessons with the others, of course. Padawans Starwind and Dusaro were off on mission this go around and Yag'dril, Sangrey and Nubaan had their lessons already today. Which of course just left Vahn and the newcomer.

The two would arrive in the room set up to find the Jedi Master sitting cross-legged, facing away from them, meditating as he awaited their arrival. When they arrived, he wouldn't speak for about a minute before slowly rising to his feet. Turning toward them, he would speak calmly, yet firmly.

"I see we have a newcomer to the class. My name is Master Joshua DragonsFlame, and I will be your instructor going forward" He would greet as his brimming brown eyes almost seemed to stare a hole through Song. "The young lady next to you is Padawan Anora Vahn, who will be part of the class for today."

Taking a breath, he decided to first see what the new Padawan knew.

"Son, would you wish to tell us what experience you have so far? It'd be good to gauge what you can do presently before we move forward."

 

[Aiwaz Khath]

Since the Massacre of Korriban, Auron Song had been lost. Merely more than a child at the time, he had not been ready for the events that transpired on the Sith homeworld, but the hubris of his youth pushed him to go in the first place. Ever since that day, nightmares of ash and blood haunted his every hour, and he had resorted to hibernating within the empty halls of his family's fortress on Voss for nearly a year, abandoning his passions and dulling his joy, until at long last his mother had pushed him out of his trauma-driven shell to seek training, to surpass his demons and become a Jedi like his father had been, and all those great Masters of the Song Dynasty before him.

Thus there he sat, within a training room with a new master and a peer alongside him. At long last, he was to commence his training.
"Son, would you wish to tell us what experience you have so far? It'd be good to gauge what you can do presently before we move forward."
Auron nodded silently and respectively, his tired eyes flitting once between the two. He politely cleared his throat.
"I excel in animal friendship and Teräs Käsi, and have a basic understanding of Shii-Cho, push and sense... but little else." He felt ashamed that his abilities were as limited as they were. By the time his father was his age, he had already defeated multiple Sith Knights and ascended to Jedi Master. What did Auron have to show? Very little.

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]
[member="Anora Vahn"]

 

[Anora Vahn]

More training. Well, it's not as if Anora didn't need it. While she was getting better with each session, stronger, more focused, she could still feel the occasional twinge of panic from when she got injured. It was nowhere near as frequent as it had been, and it was hardly slowing her down anymore, but the fact that it was a thought at all meant that she still needed work. Still needed to push past it - at least that's what it meant to her. So when she was called for training today, she hadn't questioned it. She had gotten herself ready and made her way to the training room.

Upon arrival, her brow creased in curiosity when she found she wasn't going to be training alone. She made her way forward and stopped even with this other student, and after a curious once over of him, she shifted her focus to their Master instead.

Ah, new student. When she was introduced, she turned her head and offered Auron a friendly smile, and then even shifted just a little so that she could somewhat face him and listen once Josh had asked to hear what experience the other student already had. And when he answered? Anora felt her face heat just slightly.

Clearly she was a heck of a lot more behind than she thought she was.


[member="Josh DragonsFlame"], [member="Auron Song"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

So he knew rather little... That was fine. He at least knew more than the beginning Padawan, and that was good enough, he supposed. The Master would slowly nod his head. "Alright then" He said. "We'll have you learn by example, if that's alright..." He began as he would pace round the room a little just as he seemed to make his decision, before hitting a switch that brought dummies down to the floor.

It was there that Padawan [member="Eenia Vahn"], Anora's little sister and also now placed under his tutelage as well as Padawan [member="Mason Raxsted"] would arrive, a bit late.

"You're both late, but please sit down as the lesson is just beginning" Josh would remark toward the two gingerly as he would motion for them to sit down. "Padawan Vahn... You know this drill, you did it last lesson. Force Push the first dummy, Force Pull the next, and manipulate the third with telekinesis until I say stop.

Padawans Song, Vahn Jr and Raxsted... Watch her closely, see how it's done. You will be attempting to repeat the process when she is done" He would advise. This was the best way to teach the basics as well as to keep Anora sharp, he felt.

"Padawan Vahn, you may begin when ready."

(Note to the newcomers, no posting order. Post as you will, no need to wait for others, in order to keep this thread running smoothly)​

 

[Eenia Vahn]

It had been an almost literal whirlwind of events since Eenia had left home. Heck, leaving home in and of itself had been eventful enough, but to add everything that followed to it? Her head still felt as if it were spinning. But, she had been reunited with her older sister, Anora. That had pretty much been worth any and all trauma she may or may not have experienced between home and this point in time right now.

However, that didn't make learning her way around any easier, or help her to learn any other familiar faces if and when she needed to ask for help. Luckily she found her way to the training room where she was supposed to be, though being called out about being late made her blush a dark crimson, which she tried to rub out of her cheeks as she did as instructed and took a seat. At least she wasn't the only one late! She had noticed someone else arriving when she did, and there was another someone she didn't know in the room as well - though he clearly hadn't been late.

Hearing her sister mentioned made her at least perk up a bit, and she shift her gaze to look at Anora curiously. It made her wonder just what the older Vahn sibling had learned and what she could do already - though she shook her head a bit to shake the thoughts away. Right now she needed to pay attention, focus and observe.

She could ask curious little sister questions later.


[member="Josh DragonsFlame"], [member="Auron Song"], [member="Mason Raxsted"]

 

[Mason Raxsted]

Mason hurried through the corridors of the Silver Temple, knowing he was already late for his first training session. Not a good first impression​, he thought, idly reaching to rub his left elbow. The joint had been bothering him since he'd rolled out of his bed this morning. He hoped it would pass, not turning into another flare-up of his illness. It had been kept in check pretty well since he'd arrived on Voss - primarily due to his strict attention to his medication schedule. The corridors were bare here, a stark reminder of the simplicity that the Jedi aimed for. He didn't mind. Simplicity was one ideal from the Jedi that wouldn't take any getting used to on his part.

Finally he found the room he was supposed to be meeting in, though he wasn't alone in finding it. His tardiness was shared by a young woman, about his age. Her blonde, shoulder-length hair fell lazily around her shoulders as she strode into the room, carrying herself with an air of wonder. He could feel a slight embarrassment from her, as well. Mason lowered his eyes, avoiding eye-contact with the other student. He had hoped to arrive unnoticed - that was stupid​. He was training with a Jedi Master, if he arrived unnoticed he should probably go find someone else to train him. Receiving the expected gentle chiding from the Master DragonsFlame, as did the other newcomer, Mason sat down and began to watch the other student.

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"] | [member="Auron Song"] | [member="Anora Vahn"]​

 

[Anora Vahn]

Being asked to demonstrate for the class - it was a class now with the newcomers, not just a partnered training session anymore - had been the last thing Anora had expected to happen. She glanced briefly around the room, and then reconsidered this thought. Alright, maybe having her little sister waltz into the room was more unexpected than being asked to demonstrate. But only just slightly.

However, she didn't let these things distract her. She had worked hard to get through this lesson on her own, and she wasn't about to let anything distract her and make it look like all of her hard work had been for nothing. So, she nodded her head. "Yes, Master." she let out, then moved to position herself where she could be seen by the others as well as their Master.

Anora then took a steadying breath, centered her focus, and then lift a hand. As before in her own lesson, the first dummy was fore pushed without a hitch. The second was pulled past herself - though she was mindful of where the rest of the class was so that she did not hit any of them with said dummy. And for the third she took another breath, then lifted it from the floor and held it suspended in the air, and waited as instructed.


[member="Josh DragonsFlame], [member="Auron Song"], [member="Mason Raxsted"]

 

[Mason Raxsted]

Mason watched as Anora practiced with the dummies, somewhat impressed by her skills while also being a bit hesitant regarding what he knew to be his lack of skills. He'd practiced with the Force, having travelled for a time with a Jedi Knight after the death of his parents. However, most of his practice had been the area of his skills; which lay predominately in mental manipulation and projection. He hadn't been particularly strong in telekenesis, even if it were a very basic skill. When it came time for him to perform this exercise, he would probably do quite poorly. In front of others. Several others. This would be a great day.

Reaching out with the Force, he carefully tuned himself to the student before them. He listened for her emotions, her thoughts, her determination. He could sense her confidence - something he'd never possessed. He did his best to extend his senses, trying to map her movements and feelings as she worked. He could feel her in the Force, could feel her manipulating it. He could almost see it swirling around her. He wasn't sure any of that helped him along in preparation for his attempts, but he was sure that it didn't elicit any confidence out of him. He took a deep breath as she suspended the final practice dummy in the air and waited, holding it slightly and hoping not to be called on next.

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"] | [member="Anora Vahn"] | [member="Auron Song"]

 

[Aiwaz Khath]

Silently, sat in his cross-legged state of observational meditation, Auron watched Anora as she performed the techniques in almost flawless form. The dummies were flung back and forth respectively as Anora's demonstration reached its climax. He smiled slightly in respect, for the practice was masterfully done; she exhibited total control. As he demonstration reached an end, culminating in her holding of the final dummy, the energy of the room shifted as though the expectation was now on him to provide his own example of the practice.

He stood from his meditative position and scanned the room, eyes flicking from master to peers, and anxiousness built within him. He had always been wild in his practice. He trained himself, refined himself to his own rules, never anyone else's. Now he was to be judged and directed by another, and the apprehension ensued from it. He breathed in, deeply and slowly, and his eyes closed lightly just enough to allow a little light into his sight but without yielding definition. He sharpened his focus and directed it towards the dummy furthest away from him, that lay bent against the wall ahead. Latching it to his mind, he raised his hand and pulled it from its static station and allowed it to hang eerily for a while in the air.

As he allow the dummy to suspend lifelessly, his focus shifted to the other, which had been sitting more sensibly against the opposite wall. His other arm extended as it reaching for it, and it, too, began to pick itself up, hanging like a doll. In a moment, with a flick of Auron's wrists, the dummies hurled themselves towards one another at full velocity, suddenly stopping moments before colliding. In the sudden stillness amidst the commotion, the two dolls danced solemnly and slowly together for a while, shifting positions in a strange manner before returning to unmovable resolve. Then, Auron pushed his raised arms out from his centre, pulling them both in the opposite directions of one another until they collided with the walls ahead of them, falling and crumpling into the ground. Auron released his focus, panting hard as sweat drenched his head and neck.

[member="Mason Raxsted"] [member="Anora Vahn"] [member="Eenia Vahn"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[Mason Raxsted]

Having had the opportunity to watch [member="Anora Vahn"] perform the task with exactness, Mason was relieved when he was not called on next. Instead, [member="Auron Song"] stood and prepared himself for the task ahead. His was not the straight forward exactness of Anora's, instead he seemed to play with the dummies - to toy with them, making them dance together in some odd semblance of puppets without strings. Finally, he cast them both aside in a finale-esque statement before releasing the Force. Exhaustion showed on his face, as well as in the sweat rings appearing on his robes. Mason knew there was no way he could match what either of the other two Padawan had done, but also knew he would have little choice but to display the level at which he stood.

Soon enough, it was time for Mason to perform the drill. Standing awkwardly, he made his way to the front of the class and eyed the dummies dubiously. There would be no dancing during this part of the class. Slowing his breathing, Mason opened himself to the Force. It struck him as blue. That had always been odd to Mason, that the Force seemed to him to have a color. It was that type of thing that was totally ethereal, absolutely unseen - and yet in his mind's eye he pictured it as having color and substance. He assumed it had more to do with the feelings of calm detachment that he experienced as he opened himself to the connectedness of the galaxy, but that was a conversation for philosophers.

He could feel the Force inside of him, could feel its energy and life​ swirling through him, mind and body. He started to develop a slight headache, and his body swayed ever so slightly as he momentarily experienced a minor sense of vertigo. ​Nerves,​ he thought to himself chagrined. Closing his eyes, he redoubled his focus. Reaching out with the Force, his awareness of the room grew. He could feel the emotions of the other students, the peace of Master DragonsFlame, and of course the corporeal dummies in front of him. The three of them had been brought back into place before he began, for which he was grateful. His right hand lifted, extended out in front of him. Palm down, his fingers were splayed slightly. He hadn't meant to raise his hand, but as he began to 'grip​' the dummy on the right, it just kind of happened naturally. With a surge of energy, he mentally shoved​ outward from himself, unleashing the Force energy from his body. Or at least, that was how he thought of it. Eyes closed, he didn't see anything happen. But he was satisfied to hear the sound of a practice dummy hitting the floor further​ than it had started. Lifting his left hand, he gripped the far left dummy and yanked it toward himself. Again, almost involuntarily he ripped his left hand toward himself as if a rope attached it to the dummy. He released a small breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding when he heard the sound of a dummy hitting the floor about a meter ahead of himself. Lastly, he brought both hands together and mentally grabbed hold of the middle dummy, lifting it off the ground and holding it in place. He struggled to maintain his hold and his focus, and as he did so he could feel his headache worsen slightly. He opened his eyes as he held it there. It was only about a foot off the ground, but it was​ off the ground. For that he was glad. The other two dummies hadn't moved far - only a few meters. Not the dominant displays of power that the other students had shown. Still, he had accomplished the assignment. He would celebrate the small things.

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Anora cleared the basic drill as expected, and Josh would nod his head in a show of approval. She was beginning to adjust to her control of the Force and was ever so slowly beginning to find her peace of mind. Control, peace, patience... It all worked together, welded into one. Just as a Jedi worked together as one with the Force. He had been about to address Anora when his newer Padawan, a more experienced one named [member="Auron Song"] would suddenly decide to take it upon himself to begin the exercise without him having a chance to credit Anora or give the Order. While the man had skill in it, he was showing off way too much with it as well. Ego and pride, he noted. There was a playfulness one could have to showing off, of course... But there was always a time and a place for it, he had learned. This was neither.

"Song. You will wait for my signal next time. And please, find the time and place to show off" He would chide calmly as he looked him dead in the eyes, before letting out an exasperated sigh. Paddies would be Paddies, he supposed... He would then snap his fingers and motion for Raxsted to begin. The Padwan didn't have the experience the other two did, which was fine. He got the job done. Though they'd have to work on the drill in future while he practiced control.

"Good, good" He would praise. "Raxsted, I want you to do the drill again. This time, clear your mind. Relax. Let the Force flow through you... Feel not the weight and girth of the dummies, but their very essence, when you lift them. Grip them as what they are... Not what you see. As for Force Push... Clear your mind once more, let that presence fill you... And then bring it out. Eenia, you may start when ready as well.

Begin."

 

[Mason Raxsted]

Mason sighed to himself. Do it again. In front of everyone, again.​ He would do as instructed, of course, but felt a bit of discouragement over his lack of control. "Yes, master," he said, emotionless. He moved back to where he had stood moments ago, the dummies each having been returned yet again. At least he didn't have to do that himself. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. He opened himself to the currents of the Force, allowing it to flood his awareness. Colors danced in his mind as his brain struggled to give substance to the ethereal essence that filled him. Senses enhanced, he could smell the dust that floated around the training room, cast up from the abuse of the practice dummies. He could taste the sharp tang of the durasteel, used throughout the temple as part of the construction process. His heart beat in a steady cadence, one that he could both feel and hear in the silence of the training room. He drew in the Force, breathed it and was filled with life​. He raised his hands, mentally grasping the dummy on the right and directing the Force outward from him toward it. In his mind's eye, he could see the blue energy of the Force go from a field of motion to a directed funnel of strength toward his target. The dummy was cast violently backwards, far more violently than it had been previously.

Immediately he was filled with both a sense of accomplishment and failure. Accomplishment at the power of the Force push that he directed into the target, which impacted the wall with a satisfying crunch​. Failure gripped him as well, however, as the Force seemed to fly from him and he stumbled backward, a sudden wave of nausea overtaking him. He leaned over, head bowed with his hands on his knees, and barely kept from retching. His head pounded, and he took several deep breaths to clear his senses, his stomach calming and his headache receding.

"Apologies, Master," he said somewhat weakly. Then, offering a slightly chagrined smile he said, "I will need a moment to collect myself." With a bow, he moved to the back of the room and sat down, back leaning against the wall. It would seem his illness wasn't quite as under control as he'd hoped.

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[Eenia Vahn]

Watching the other pupils - her older sister included - do these tasks set out in front of them had caused Eenia's brow to crease until it nearly met in the middle. And when she was called upon to take her turn to try and manipulate these practice dummies, her brow was still creased. But, she got up from her seated position and slowly made her way to a place where she could see all three, whether they were being manipulated or were laying out at the time.

Her head tipped a bit and she squint her eyes as she studied the dummies. Admittedly, she didn't have the first clue on what she was supposed to be doing - or maybe it was more along the lines of how she was supposed to be doing what was asked of her. It seemed effortless for some, and clearly not so effortless for others, but whether that was from practice or natural skill, or even a lack there of was impossible to tell.

So Nia let her eyes roll closed and she breathed in slowly. It was a deep, settling sort of breath, and she let it out just as slowly through her nose and her body relaxed. She didn't let the nerves that had built up bother her, everything just sort of emptied out in that moment and she merely continued to breathe. And then she extended her right hand, palm facing outwards, and with her next exhale her fingers curled and she jerked her arm towards herself and drug one of the grounded dummies with the movements past herself with force. Her eyes then opened and she focused on the next one, but rather than expel it away from herself, she hefted it from the ground and held it there.

It was only a few feet off of the ground, but it was suspended regardless, and while pulling the first dummy had seemed difficult for her to grasp, suspending the second one seemed much easier for her to accomplish.


[member="Josh DragonsFlame"], [member="Auron Song"], [member="Mason Raxsted"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

When [member="Mason Raxsted"] would succeed, but also send himself crashing into the wall, the Jedi Master couldn't help but begin to laugh. It was a knee-jerk reaction, of course, seeing him comically hit the wall as he did after doing the blast right. The Padawan was ashamed and went to the wall to collect himself, and Josh chuckled as he shook his head.

"You did fine for your stage, Padawan. You just need to learn control" He would advise. "Don't put yourself down too much... It was a good go for now. You'll get better with additional practice, I'm sure."

Eenia had managed to do it right as well, and he nodded his head. "Good" He said. "Now, let's try something else, now that you've got that basic down... Force Jump. You all know what Force Jump is, correct?"

Either way, he would walk toward the nearby control panel. Deciding to use the simulation functions of the room instead of the practicals, as he'd wanted to try out the simulations anyway, hitting a few buttons would cause the room to disappear around them. They found themselves in a much larger room, and organized in front of them was a large obstacle course filled with platforms that went higher and higher... The end was higher than the ceiling in the room before had been!

"You will undertake this course using only Force Jump. If you are not yet ready for the course, then you will have the chance to practice it first. Focus your energy just as I instructed before, and use it to propel yourself into the air when you leap. It will allow you to gain great high, as well as great flexibility and finesse while in the air.

You will first do FIVE Force Jumps in a row. All of you, even the more experienced Padawan in the room, will be doing this part. If you fail, you have to start from 0 again. Once you have done five, then and only then will you be able to take the course. The course is finished when you reach the top where the flag is.

Ready... AND GO!"

[member="Eenia Vahn"] - [member="Anora Vahn"] - [member="Mason Raxsted"] - [member="Auron Song"]

 

[Aiwaz Khath]

Master DragonsFlame's scolding of his performance left a slight sour taste in his mouth, for he did not wish to show off or boast. He simply enjoyed the act - for the first time in a year - and found himself lost in his practice. Regardless, the flamboyant spark that so rarely showed itself in recent times - often rivalled with the air of mischief - was perhaps the reason he so often got in trouble in his younger years. He stayed his tongue, instead resolving to do better.

The next instructions came, and Auron listened intently. He knew a few skills developed from preliminary training in his youth, but had yet to master the Force Jump ability, and he grew excited from the prospect. Without saying a word, his eyes lowered and focused into nothingness as his mind and his heart directed their will and intent towards his lower body; the muscles that rooted down through his legs, into his calves, his ankles and extended down and through into his toes. They almost felt hot as he closed his eyes, driving that inner fire deeper into his pores, his bones, his blood.

But something threatened his mind, the smoke of such fire that threatened to smog. His breathing became broken, and doubt began to beset him. A falter, a breath, a whisper, and then he jumped. Once, to a decent height. The whisper grew louder Twice, to a greater height. It was impossible to avoid the voice against his mind. Then a third. He rested a moment, then a fourth, and when he reached his final jump, he pushed as much as he could in body, in mind and in spirit, silencing the whisper that threatened to plague him. He could feel his muscles tighten and clench to near-pain, but persisted. He was unsure of how high had jumped, but he savoured the moment of apparent success, and when he fell back to solid ground the base of his feet ached from the impact. He took a moment to rest, kneeling down into a squat, breathing hard for a few seconds, before glancing to his peers who were preparing to partake in the course. Pulling himself up, filling his legs and feet once more with the feeling of the divinity of the Light, and he leaped ahead.

The voice now silent for now, Auron pushed his body forward, propelling with as much might as he could muster through physicality and the intangible Light that guided his movement. The platforms were higher than he had initially anticipated, and as he paced over the first three, he noticed them only increasing in distance the higher he ascended. His breath drew sharp and quick, and his heart raced. The monumental course seemed colossal in size, but he was not to get distracted by thoughts of ahead.
"Be in the moment," he chanted for a short while under his breath, leaping once more to the next platform, and then the next. "One by one."


[member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Anora Vahn"] [member="Eenia Vahn"] [member="Mason Raxsted"]

 

[Eenia Vahn]

Now Eenia felt intimidated. It started in the hollow of her chest and plummeted immediately to the pit of her stomach. She stared at this new obstacle, eyes wide and her mouth slightly agape. To hear what was supposed to be done, and even see the height that could be gained from such use of the Force, it seemed impossible. And yet it didn't feel impossible.

Nia could feel a tingling in her limbs, though she wasn't sure if that was due to them going numb in her moment of nerves or not. But she stepped aside, away from the others to give herself room, and then she looked down at her feet. For a time she remained this way, brow creased and lower lip between her teeth. Then as she did before, her eyes closed and her posture relaxed. She pushed the nerves away, and instead focused on the balls of her feet, then up her shins to her knees.

From there, she jumped - and did nothing spectacular. However she did not let this frustrate her. Instead, she did this again, and again. Repeating the process until she steadily gained height with each jump. Once she was satisfied with the height she gained, she approached the first platform and put her focus to use. It wasn't flawless, the jump was only just high enough, and she stumbled when her feet touched the platform. But she had managed to get up there at least.

And now all she could do was stare at the next one for the time being.


[member="Josh Dragonsflame"], [member="Auron Song"], [member="Mason Raxsted"]

 

[Mason Raxsted]

Mason took several deep breaths as he watched the other students. He was not prepared for this exercise. Currently he was the only one who knew it - shortly, however, he had a feeling that everyone would be well aware of the fact.

With a sigh, he began to jump in place. He experimented with the Force, trying to augment his body in different ways. Mentally, he had the picture of an ice tray, imagining pouring water into different compartments. That was kind of how the Force clicked in his head, as if he could push the Force into various aspects of himself, physically or mentally. The analogy was probably ridiculous, but it's how he thought of it.

At first, he simply tried to use the Force augment his strength. This afforded him a slight boost to his vertical - enough of one that he would do decent in a game of holoball, but that was about the extent of it. Next he attempted to lift himself. He quickly discovered that this wouldn't work at all. He needed a counterweight, something to offset his body. The failure wasn't completely useless, however, as it gave him another idea to run with. Curiously, he continued to augment his strength, but now pushed against the floor as he jumped as well. This gave him a bit more height, almost bringing him to the levels of his fellow students, who had already completed the course at this point. Awkward, he thought to himself as he jumped up and down by himself.

Augmented strength wasn't enough, nor was just pushing off the ground. Both had an effect, but it always seemed like his timing was off. Sometimes he achieved less height, as his push from the ground took his strength out of the equation. Other times he achieved notably greater heights, but seemed to move slower. These were times where his push was too late, he learned, acting as a slight boost that had to again push his full body weight into the air.

He stopped for a moment and closed his eyes, letting the Force run through him. Back to his mental image of the stupid Force-Ice-Tray, he poured the Force into his mental acuity. He allowed for it to speed up his reflexes, to push his senses. It seemed almost to slow time, though he knew that was an illusion. He simply processed things faster. Opening his eyes, he jumped. He poured the Force into his senses, feeling his muscles contract; he allowed the Force to fill his body, augmenting the strength of those muscles; and when the timing was right, he pushed at the ground.

His body shot upward with far more height than he'd previously achieved. A look of victory crossed his face as he began to celebrate ... too soon. His push this time had been timed perfectly, but not aimed perfectly. In the air, his body began to revolve forward. A moment of panic struck him as he flailed his arms in an attempt to right himself. He did manage it, somewhat. He landed on his toes, leaning forward so that as he tried to stop his momentum he had to run forward. He managed about five steps before he fell forward, sliding on hands and knees.

Chagrined he stood and looked up to where his classmates were standing. Yeah, I'm sure nobody noticed that, he said to himself sarcastically.

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Josh had not scolded [member="Auron Song"] because he was excited, of course. The scolding had been for him to be patient, to be careful and wait for the right moment. These were things essential to being a Jedi. If he acted rashly and didn't pick the right moment in battle... Well... It could mean the difference between life and death. This was a lesson he hoped he could teach him early. Odds are it would save his life one day.

Some of the Padawans seemed intimidated by the size of the structure. He could sense their fear... "Size means nothing!" He called out to them. "Be one with the Force, one with your senses, and have confidence! The Force will guide you! Do not fear the size of your opponent! Only see it for what it is!"

His students then began the course, and watched with a careful eye... Prepared to assist should anything go wrong. But the lot of them seemed to be doing well thus far, at least.

[member="Mason Raxsted"] [member="Eenia Vahn"]