Qae Shena
Super Shaper Puppy!
@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]
There was no room for mercy, no place for doubt, no time for second-guessing. This was it. This moment had a certain finality to it that Qae could not readily ignore, nor could he resist. This moment was the moment that his Master had summoned him for, after what felt like an eternity of being on the same side. It was a momentous occasion, a last test of his will and abilities that she could pass judgement on him for. It was a battle of wills and bodies, to see if he was worthy, if he had successfully made it through his trials.
Fist against fist. Qae and Spencer, surrounded by the fires that would claim them if they took even one wrong step stop this cliff.
Qae meditated as he waited for her, his mind wandering into the depths of the Force as he contemplated the many possibilities, the many skills and strategies, even the depth of the infinite and balanced Force itself. His surroundings made themselves plain as he considered the latter, at least. The heat was all-encompassing, the lava flows below radiating dry, harsh warmth. It was antithesis to Qae, who preferred cooler climes - fire and water never mixed. Indeed, in being here, he would not be able to showcase his ability to shape water like a conductor moved a symphony. It would, truly, be a test of the skills that she had gifted to him. His hand-to-hand skills, tutaminis, his mental barriers, his empathic powers. All of them would be stretched and tested. Along with his focus and the diamond body that he had been developing, he would be tested in ways he normally did not.
It had been a long journey, being the apprentice of Spencer Jacobs. The time had flown past, in all truth, since he had taken up under herself and the formation of the Vagrant Fleet. Memories flooded his mind as the Nautolan sat, waiting, listening to lava crash on the rocks below as waves might on his beloved homeworld of Glee Anselm. Once more, she would pull him out of his comfort zone in order to push him and break him past his limits to re-forge him. However, it was not their minds that would be doing the talking this time. In the truest of Echani fashions, it would be their fists doing the talking for them. Perhaps Spencer might employ a lightsaber, but Qae would not. His had been left on the ship, where he could not use it.
Only one thing rest in his mind: victory. He was her sword, just as much as Ashin was her shield. This was true. He had learned tutaminis from Ashin for the purposes of protecting his Master from the greatest evils, to be wielded like a weapon. What happened when a sword turned on its owner? Certainly, Spencer was no slouch in battle. She could kill him in a heartbeat if she so chose, tearing this landscape-- perhaps even the planet-- apart with a whisper of the Force. However, his was willpower. His was strength and honour, a mind and body forged by years of fighting and the harshest of training under his Master, the Echani and the Yuuzhan Vong. Qae had skills and knowledge and the ability to destroy that which sat in front of him. He needed that killer instinct. His life was on the line, no doubt. If he could not rise, it would be over.
To that end, he dove into the Force, valour filling him as he used her last and greatest of gifts to bolster himself and his will. Qae was ready for her, at last.
There was no room for mercy, no place for doubt, no time for second-guessing. This was it. This moment had a certain finality to it that Qae could not readily ignore, nor could he resist. This moment was the moment that his Master had summoned him for, after what felt like an eternity of being on the same side. It was a momentous occasion, a last test of his will and abilities that she could pass judgement on him for. It was a battle of wills and bodies, to see if he was worthy, if he had successfully made it through his trials.
Fist against fist. Qae and Spencer, surrounded by the fires that would claim them if they took even one wrong step stop this cliff.
Qae meditated as he waited for her, his mind wandering into the depths of the Force as he contemplated the many possibilities, the many skills and strategies, even the depth of the infinite and balanced Force itself. His surroundings made themselves plain as he considered the latter, at least. The heat was all-encompassing, the lava flows below radiating dry, harsh warmth. It was antithesis to Qae, who preferred cooler climes - fire and water never mixed. Indeed, in being here, he would not be able to showcase his ability to shape water like a conductor moved a symphony. It would, truly, be a test of the skills that she had gifted to him. His hand-to-hand skills, tutaminis, his mental barriers, his empathic powers. All of them would be stretched and tested. Along with his focus and the diamond body that he had been developing, he would be tested in ways he normally did not.
It had been a long journey, being the apprentice of Spencer Jacobs. The time had flown past, in all truth, since he had taken up under herself and the formation of the Vagrant Fleet. Memories flooded his mind as the Nautolan sat, waiting, listening to lava crash on the rocks below as waves might on his beloved homeworld of Glee Anselm. Once more, she would pull him out of his comfort zone in order to push him and break him past his limits to re-forge him. However, it was not their minds that would be doing the talking this time. In the truest of Echani fashions, it would be their fists doing the talking for them. Perhaps Spencer might employ a lightsaber, but Qae would not. His had been left on the ship, where he could not use it.
Only one thing rest in his mind: victory. He was her sword, just as much as Ashin was her shield. This was true. He had learned tutaminis from Ashin for the purposes of protecting his Master from the greatest evils, to be wielded like a weapon. What happened when a sword turned on its owner? Certainly, Spencer was no slouch in battle. She could kill him in a heartbeat if she so chose, tearing this landscape-- perhaps even the planet-- apart with a whisper of the Force. However, his was willpower. His was strength and honour, a mind and body forged by years of fighting and the harshest of training under his Master, the Echani and the Yuuzhan Vong. Qae had skills and knowledge and the ability to destroy that which sat in front of him. He needed that killer instinct. His life was on the line, no doubt. If he could not rise, it would be over.
To that end, he dove into the Force, valour filling him as he used her last and greatest of gifts to bolster himself and his will. Qae was ready for her, at last.