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Talon Vosra
Zelosian
First Cadence-He sat legs crossed on the floor of the training room. The lights were low and his mind was adrift on the currents of the force. His emerald eyes were closed as the drifted from side to side in deep meditation. The cool marble of the floor was slightly reduced by the small mat beneath him. His black hair was combed back and the old tattoos on his forehead stood out on his light skin. A silver cylinder rested in his right hand and another sat clipped to his utility belt. The air was still as if the room was holding its breath so as not to disturb the young Jedi Knight. His chest didn’t move for breathing, it didn’t need to. He inhaled through his pores and exhaled the same way. It was typical for a Zelosian and he was alone with no one to notice. It wasn’t always easy to do actions for the sake of others and preserving normality. Many would not know him for what he was unless he told them or they were familiar with the botanical species of Zelos II.
He furrowed his brow as something in his mind’s eye drifted just outside of his field of vision. It was something that tickled the senses and spoke of things to come but it was not yet for him to fully grasp. Soon his focus changed and he found memories of his life as a Jedi. One by one he reviewed his actions his thoughts and feeling and one by one he let them go. He had to face the moment. The past held only what had already been, the future held what may never be, only the present was within his reach and that was only as the force willed. Still the fact that many memories held the petite Lorrdian Jedi, [member="Kira Liadain"] had not escaped his notice and it was a realization they he could not help but linger on. However, that too was soon viewed, enjoyed and filed away.
The process continued slowly as he now went through the good and the bad, pleasures and pains, until each one was touched reviewed and filed away. His mind empty now of all but the small silver cylinder, the 19 candles placed in a semi-circle before him and the 190 small ball bearings that he would soon begin to try and remove from each candle. 19 bearings now rested on the candles and the rest waited patiently in a box on the floor behind him. Slowly he opened his eyes and stood. The emerald stood in contrast to his light skin and dark hair as the cylinder came up to chin level held horizontally in his right hand. His right foot slid back slightly and the toes of his left foot turned at a 45 degree angle toward the candles. Slowly his thumb found the switch for his light saber and the Yellow blade sprung outward from the silvery metallic hilt. His lightsaber was pulled back and up over his head as his left arm folded to be held parallel to the floor across his chest.
It was a Niman stance, his chosen form and the one he was hoping to one day be called a master of. Talon stretched out with his feelings and embraced each candle with his mind as he focused one letting the force guide his hand. The ball bearings sat firmly on each candle as Talon closed his eyes. A second later his muscles moved in response to the mental cue and the blade swept across the candles and 19 ball bearings clattered to the floor. He did not pause to revel in a success but rather reached for the next set of ball bearings in the force still with closed eyes and placed them on the candles.
Again he assumed his stance and let the force flow through him. The blade again hummed through the air and again the ball bearings clattered away from the candles. It was two swings and eight more to go. He continued on through the cadence and repetition of the exercise. His eyes never opening as he slowly fell into a form of moving meditation. The exercise brought him peace. His connection to the force became his focus and the lightsaber became an extension of his awareness. The writings one the Cadences proved true in his case and he felt himself draw closer to the force. Soon he found that he was on the last set of ball bearings.
His eyes slowly opened and he could see the candles still untouched as he placed the last set of 19 small metallic ball bearings. He felt the air on his now hot skin and he felt the serenity the force brought when one communed with it. Again his hand rose and brought the lightsaber into position. The yellow light washed over his skin and illuminated his features in its golden glow. His knees bent and his feet twisted in place as he prepared for the final stroke. His muscles were hot from exertion and small beads of sweat had formed on his neck and back. The room once again felt as if it held its delicate breath as the Knight prepared again to unseat the ball bearings and complete the first and easiest cadence. If he succeeded he would teach his padawans using this same method but he was not one to require of others what he could not do himself.
Finally ready he stretched out again and felt the force flow through him. His mind filled with the all penetrating energy field that permeated everything and bound all things together. Time felt as if it slowed to a crawl as the blade began its last and final arch of the cadence. The soft hum the only sound as first one and then another ball bearing was touched by the blade and sent away from its candle perch. It took only a second but he had felt everyone as his blade moved through the air. Each one had been touched just so and not a candle had been struck. It was a great feat but Talon had to remind himself that in the ancient times when this was used this was a padawans lesson. Although he had done it with closed eyes there were still 4 more cadences to go and he would bring himself to face each one. For now though his thoughts returned to his Lorrdian friend and the uncertainty he felt but now he felt he could face what came with more confidence and a deeper trust in the force and what it could do. Soon he would try the next cadence, soon he would test his skill and control again, but for now he would rest and prepare to meet his padawans for their lessons…
He furrowed his brow as something in his mind’s eye drifted just outside of his field of vision. It was something that tickled the senses and spoke of things to come but it was not yet for him to fully grasp. Soon his focus changed and he found memories of his life as a Jedi. One by one he reviewed his actions his thoughts and feeling and one by one he let them go. He had to face the moment. The past held only what had already been, the future held what may never be, only the present was within his reach and that was only as the force willed. Still the fact that many memories held the petite Lorrdian Jedi, [member="Kira Liadain"] had not escaped his notice and it was a realization they he could not help but linger on. However, that too was soon viewed, enjoyed and filed away.
The process continued slowly as he now went through the good and the bad, pleasures and pains, until each one was touched reviewed and filed away. His mind empty now of all but the small silver cylinder, the 19 candles placed in a semi-circle before him and the 190 small ball bearings that he would soon begin to try and remove from each candle. 19 bearings now rested on the candles and the rest waited patiently in a box on the floor behind him. Slowly he opened his eyes and stood. The emerald stood in contrast to his light skin and dark hair as the cylinder came up to chin level held horizontally in his right hand. His right foot slid back slightly and the toes of his left foot turned at a 45 degree angle toward the candles. Slowly his thumb found the switch for his light saber and the Yellow blade sprung outward from the silvery metallic hilt. His lightsaber was pulled back and up over his head as his left arm folded to be held parallel to the floor across his chest.
It was a Niman stance, his chosen form and the one he was hoping to one day be called a master of. Talon stretched out with his feelings and embraced each candle with his mind as he focused one letting the force guide his hand. The ball bearings sat firmly on each candle as Talon closed his eyes. A second later his muscles moved in response to the mental cue and the blade swept across the candles and 19 ball bearings clattered to the floor. He did not pause to revel in a success but rather reached for the next set of ball bearings in the force still with closed eyes and placed them on the candles.
Again he assumed his stance and let the force flow through him. The blade again hummed through the air and again the ball bearings clattered away from the candles. It was two swings and eight more to go. He continued on through the cadence and repetition of the exercise. His eyes never opening as he slowly fell into a form of moving meditation. The exercise brought him peace. His connection to the force became his focus and the lightsaber became an extension of his awareness. The writings one the Cadences proved true in his case and he felt himself draw closer to the force. Soon he found that he was on the last set of ball bearings.
His eyes slowly opened and he could see the candles still untouched as he placed the last set of 19 small metallic ball bearings. He felt the air on his now hot skin and he felt the serenity the force brought when one communed with it. Again his hand rose and brought the lightsaber into position. The yellow light washed over his skin and illuminated his features in its golden glow. His knees bent and his feet twisted in place as he prepared for the final stroke. His muscles were hot from exertion and small beads of sweat had formed on his neck and back. The room once again felt as if it held its delicate breath as the Knight prepared again to unseat the ball bearings and complete the first and easiest cadence. If he succeeded he would teach his padawans using this same method but he was not one to require of others what he could not do himself.
Finally ready he stretched out again and felt the force flow through him. His mind filled with the all penetrating energy field that permeated everything and bound all things together. Time felt as if it slowed to a crawl as the blade began its last and final arch of the cadence. The soft hum the only sound as first one and then another ball bearing was touched by the blade and sent away from its candle perch. It took only a second but he had felt everyone as his blade moved through the air. Each one had been touched just so and not a candle had been struck. It was a great feat but Talon had to remind himself that in the ancient times when this was used this was a padawans lesson. Although he had done it with closed eyes there were still 4 more cadences to go and he would bring himself to face each one. For now though his thoughts returned to his Lorrdian friend and the uncertainty he felt but now he felt he could face what came with more confidence and a deeper trust in the force and what it could do. Soon he would try the next cadence, soon he would test his skill and control again, but for now he would rest and prepare to meet his padawans for their lessons…
Talon Vosra
Zelosian
Second Cadence-
Again he sat cross legged on the floor with the green eyes closed. The 72 candles sat at 5 degree intervals in a full circle around him. Onto of each candle was perched a sliver ball bearing waiting for him to begin. He let the force flow and move through him as he centred his mind on the task at hand. He concentrated on each ball individually the shape the size the position, all were the object of his attention as he expanded his spatial awareness to encompass first one then another ball. He expanded his mind focusing on each ball and then all of them together. On his body he wore only his wide legged practice trousers. His body marked by green scars that spoke of his time being tortured by Sith. His hands rested on his lap and his saber just in front of him. With the ball bearings firmly in his mind he felt his blade in the force as he reached out for it. The crystal hummed in the force as Talon’s hand opened. The silver metallic cylinder with black grip and a small gold activator switch rose into the air up to his shoulder height and waited. With a slow steady motion Talon reached out and gently plucked the weapon from the air. He slowly stood and got into a Niman stance. His grip was firm on the hilt and held the weapon over his head Yellow blade facing forward, feet shoulder width apart with the right foot back left foot forward, knees bent slightly. He took a breath and closed his eyes. Again he stretched out with his feelings. His emerald eyes opened, the smell of the room was clean and fresh the air was cool on his skin. For the next two hours he would be endeavouring to unseat 2701 ball bearings from the candles with a lightsaber without hitting a single candle. Had anyone else tried this in the last 700 years? He didn’t know. What about in the last 2000 years? Still he wasn’t sure. The only reference he had found was a holocron in the Ossus Library and that was a simple description of what was needed and what was required. There was no saying how many if any other than Faalo himself had used the cadence though Talon imagined the Master would test his Padawans using the cadences. Talon’s mind was centred on the task at hand even though the burning in his mind and where the dark prophetess had touched him tried to pull his attention away. He after moments began to move. His movements slow and practiced as he hit the first ball. His arm went back then over his head and down to strike another. Then to the side he struck unseating yet another of the ball bearings. He moved slowly as he hit the balls one by one. His muscles marking the location of each candle each, each ball and each motion that sent the targets crashing to the stone floor. His arms moved and his torso twisted but it was a rule that he could not look behind him. He had to stay in place. His spacial awareness as well as his control and senses were being put to the test and he was determined to prove to himself that he could do it. He began almost feeling each ball again and where it was before the strike. His blade touched grazed and brushed the bearings all and the 72 he had begun with soon lay scattered about the training room.
He extinguished his blade and adjusted the candles so that they were various heights and then called on the force to reach for the other balls. One by one he placed the bearings back on top of their perches. The many burned balls he gathered into a container to be thrown away. Again he moved to the centre of the circle of candles and assumed the same stance. He breathed in and out, in and out, slowing his heart and mind as he felt as if he could see [member="Darth Isolda"] in his mind. He could almost feel the darkness he had felt in her presence and then slowly it withdrew.
“A gift from the goddess comes with a price.” He told himself as he fought down the fears he had begun to feel over how much he would pay in the end.
He closed his eyes and breathed again then finally he felt centred enough to try again. He moved with the same precision as last time, but faster. His sweeps, stabs and slashes all were done with the precision that such a delicate task required. As he moved he began feeling the dark feeling subside to the back of his mind. He moved faster still as his concentration grew and ball bearing after ball bearing was removed from its seat atop the candles. The room began to smell of the burned metal as the lightsaber tore pieces from the metal and sent them around the room. Again he didn’t move or look as he continued the practice. His ability with a saber was not the best but he was confident he could become one of the better teachers after this was done. His Saber hummed and buzzed as it made its way to each target. Only a precious few bearings remained as the first bead of sweat trickled down his back. Moments later the bearings were again all removed and he extinguished his blade. He looked at the floor and this time began using the force to lift as many as he could and drop them into the container without moving. Not only did this help his saber skill he felt more centred and at peace than he had since noticing Kira was gone.
Again as before he lifted fresh bearings with the force and set them down on each candle. His ability to control them with the force and centre himself on the objects had grown since the first cadence and he was more confident now in his ability to use telekinesis for more delicate task. Again he took the stance and he breathed. His arm moved faster this time as he whirled the blade around his body. He changed hands and spun the yellow blade behind his back hitting the small ball bearings with now deadly speed and accuracy. The feeling of the woman was now nearly gone and the mark beneath his right eye didn’t burn as it had before. It wouldn’t last he was sure of that but for now he could feel the force flowing more freely and the balls were all quickly dispatched. Two thousand seven hundred and one ball bearings after nearly two hours lay in the bottom of a container bound for the smelter to be used in some other fashion and Talon breathed deeply. He had done it. Two out of five cadences had been completed and only 3 more to go. His thoughts tuned to Kira and the hell she was going through. As if on cue the images and path to her came to mind again. Her blood and sweat smeared face caused his pain to compound over the need to not make haste. He was no seer but he knew that the Padawan was right. If he went after Kira in the wrong state he would soon become worse than the darklings that he had vowed to fight.
Again he sat cross legged on the floor with the green eyes closed. The 72 candles sat at 5 degree intervals in a full circle around him. Onto of each candle was perched a sliver ball bearing waiting for him to begin. He let the force flow and move through him as he centred his mind on the task at hand. He concentrated on each ball individually the shape the size the position, all were the object of his attention as he expanded his spatial awareness to encompass first one then another ball. He expanded his mind focusing on each ball and then all of them together. On his body he wore only his wide legged practice trousers. His body marked by green scars that spoke of his time being tortured by Sith. His hands rested on his lap and his saber just in front of him. With the ball bearings firmly in his mind he felt his blade in the force as he reached out for it. The crystal hummed in the force as Talon’s hand opened. The silver metallic cylinder with black grip and a small gold activator switch rose into the air up to his shoulder height and waited. With a slow steady motion Talon reached out and gently plucked the weapon from the air. He slowly stood and got into a Niman stance. His grip was firm on the hilt and held the weapon over his head Yellow blade facing forward, feet shoulder width apart with the right foot back left foot forward, knees bent slightly. He took a breath and closed his eyes. Again he stretched out with his feelings. His emerald eyes opened, the smell of the room was clean and fresh the air was cool on his skin. For the next two hours he would be endeavouring to unseat 2701 ball bearings from the candles with a lightsaber without hitting a single candle. Had anyone else tried this in the last 700 years? He didn’t know. What about in the last 2000 years? Still he wasn’t sure. The only reference he had found was a holocron in the Ossus Library and that was a simple description of what was needed and what was required. There was no saying how many if any other than Faalo himself had used the cadence though Talon imagined the Master would test his Padawans using the cadences. Talon’s mind was centred on the task at hand even though the burning in his mind and where the dark prophetess had touched him tried to pull his attention away. He after moments began to move. His movements slow and practiced as he hit the first ball. His arm went back then over his head and down to strike another. Then to the side he struck unseating yet another of the ball bearings. He moved slowly as he hit the balls one by one. His muscles marking the location of each candle each, each ball and each motion that sent the targets crashing to the stone floor. His arms moved and his torso twisted but it was a rule that he could not look behind him. He had to stay in place. His spacial awareness as well as his control and senses were being put to the test and he was determined to prove to himself that he could do it. He began almost feeling each ball again and where it was before the strike. His blade touched grazed and brushed the bearings all and the 72 he had begun with soon lay scattered about the training room.
He extinguished his blade and adjusted the candles so that they were various heights and then called on the force to reach for the other balls. One by one he placed the bearings back on top of their perches. The many burned balls he gathered into a container to be thrown away. Again he moved to the centre of the circle of candles and assumed the same stance. He breathed in and out, in and out, slowing his heart and mind as he felt as if he could see [member="Darth Isolda"] in his mind. He could almost feel the darkness he had felt in her presence and then slowly it withdrew.
“A gift from the goddess comes with a price.” He told himself as he fought down the fears he had begun to feel over how much he would pay in the end.
He closed his eyes and breathed again then finally he felt centred enough to try again. He moved with the same precision as last time, but faster. His sweeps, stabs and slashes all were done with the precision that such a delicate task required. As he moved he began feeling the dark feeling subside to the back of his mind. He moved faster still as his concentration grew and ball bearing after ball bearing was removed from its seat atop the candles. The room began to smell of the burned metal as the lightsaber tore pieces from the metal and sent them around the room. Again he didn’t move or look as he continued the practice. His ability with a saber was not the best but he was confident he could become one of the better teachers after this was done. His Saber hummed and buzzed as it made its way to each target. Only a precious few bearings remained as the first bead of sweat trickled down his back. Moments later the bearings were again all removed and he extinguished his blade. He looked at the floor and this time began using the force to lift as many as he could and drop them into the container without moving. Not only did this help his saber skill he felt more centred and at peace than he had since noticing Kira was gone.
Again as before he lifted fresh bearings with the force and set them down on each candle. His ability to control them with the force and centre himself on the objects had grown since the first cadence and he was more confident now in his ability to use telekinesis for more delicate task. Again he took the stance and he breathed. His arm moved faster this time as he whirled the blade around his body. He changed hands and spun the yellow blade behind his back hitting the small ball bearings with now deadly speed and accuracy. The feeling of the woman was now nearly gone and the mark beneath his right eye didn’t burn as it had before. It wouldn’t last he was sure of that but for now he could feel the force flowing more freely and the balls were all quickly dispatched. Two thousand seven hundred and one ball bearings after nearly two hours lay in the bottom of a container bound for the smelter to be used in some other fashion and Talon breathed deeply. He had done it. Two out of five cadences had been completed and only 3 more to go. His thoughts tuned to Kira and the hell she was going through. As if on cue the images and path to her came to mind again. Her blood and sweat smeared face caused his pain to compound over the need to not make haste. He was no seer but he knew that the Padawan was right. If he went after Kira in the wrong state he would soon become worse than the darklings that he had vowed to fight.