Jand glanced toward Dagos as he snorted, unaware of the joke, but could only assume it was about the observation of weather.
Perhaps it had been another species misunderstanding, as some Nagai could be very honest and forthright with their words, as it helped preserve the personal honor that mattered to them so dearly. Mincing words, deceiving, those were ways to undermine oneself and be caught in lies. That wasn't ideal, but especially not for Nagai, so it was conventional to be raised direct and pointed in mannerisms.
Nonetheless, Jand raised an eyebrow when Dagos called Master Vanagor by his first name, or more accurately a nickname. It did not seem like that kind of laid back affair, with the training in mind somewhat serious. The droids nearby, for example, were not mere pushovers and they were armed with long guns, which may very well have indicated the purpose. Yet, not one to want to assume too much, Jand looked back to the tall Jedi Master, as he began to speak to the pair of Padawans.
"It is good to meet you, Dagos Terrek," Jand said with a nod.
"I look forward to providing rivalry to your efforts."
Though, before long, the training lesson was being explained. Jand watched as Master Vanagor provided examples of what was expected. The Padawan's gray eyes narrowed as he focused, observing, and watched as both droids fired - yet, the Jedi Master's reactions to both shots was different, with the first being held in midair and the second being dissipated against the palm.
Intriguing.
In his time, Jand grown up with machinery and engineering. His people were particularly skillful with it. And there had been times, in the past, which had been a surprise and unexplained at the time... small things, mishaps, which Jand and his family had noticed. Moments when Jand seemed to absorb sparks or heat. In fact, it had been one of the first instances that brought to light the young Nagai's Force Sensitivity, as conventional answers had been useless.
Tutaminis.
The word resounded with Jand.
Master Vanagor concluded, and then activated the droids, each targeting a Padawan. Jand kept his lightsaber clipped to his belt, he assumed the point was to try and utilize one of the abilities displayed, to find the method through the Force. In the time Jand had been with the Jedi he had started to find that process a little easier. So, with a calm exhale the Nagai raised his hand, eyes half-closed--
* Ptcheew! *
--and promptly took the low-powered bolt to the chest.
Jand grunted.
He raised his hand again, this time more focused, and the droid fired again. Jand caught the bolt with his palm, but failed to absorb it, as the limb was knocked back with the impact. Jand grunted again, then looked down and noted the scorch mark, to which he clenched his jaw muscles and reached for his lightsaber - which the droid took as another hostile action, as it fired - but Jand's other hand was up and the bolt hit chalk-white skin...
But this time dissipated, albeit crudely with a small shower of sparks, as the Padawan failed to absorb
all of the bolt energy.
Still, it had been a positive development.
Not only that, but Jand felt something else - something inside - as though he had been energized, as if the energy had given him energy. There was a building connection to the Force, as if a hydro-tap had been turned on, and what was usually a trickle for Jand was now a fully flowing spout. And with a curiosity at the revelation, the Nagai pointed his palm toward the droid again - and again it fired - only this time the bolt was absorbed completely.
"Master Vanagor..." Jand said slowly, as he tried to find words to explain his situation.
"It feels like the more energy I take in, the more I can expend... similar to if my power in the Force was a flat speeder fuel cell that was jump started."
Curious.