Private Working out with the mind

[Sergeant Omen]

Tag: Linquista Malnorn

Omen reported to the weight room as requested, dressed in his old Grand Army workout gear. He knew better to ask about a direct request from Master Malnorn about what they would be doing, only acknowledging her message to report to the weight room. The Trooper didn't see her when he arrived so he sat down, picked up some 20 lb dumbells, and started to work those arm muscles in his spare time. He wondered what the Master had planned.

Probably mental exercises using weights...

He grunted as the clone trooper lifted the dumbells up and down. Omen only hoped he could live up to the Master's standards when she got here.

 

[Linnesa Malnorn]

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GET GAINS​

She was expecting today to be grueling. Not for her mind you, but for the soldier who had requested her training advice. She would give it to him, certainly, but if he was like most of the students she had, he wouldn't last very long.​

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Reaching the gym, she wore the same stoic expression as before, unflinching, uncaring. Her eyes found his, as she merely raised an eyebrow at his apparent desire to work out. "Sergeant, I do hope you are not mistaken with what we will be doing today." She said coldly, her hand extending, as she seized a thirty pound weight from the rack, and moved it towards her. It wasn't difficult to manipulate things on this level, least to her, but for a new user, it took time to fully develop that bond within the force. "To use the force, is much like a muscle. You must condition it, training it, let it grow on it's own accord. Forcing it, will only result in injury. As such, you must build up, if you wish to increase your power." She affirmed, letting the weight move about her in circles three times, before she placed it back to it's rightful place.​

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"You on the other hand, should start small, and work up to it." She started, taking hold of a mere two pound weight from one of the weight bars, and set it before him. "We will begin, with this. Tap into the river within you, and command that object to move. Let's see if you can accomplish that."​

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Sergeant Omen​

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Omen set the weights down as he saw the Master guild impassively across the gym's floor. "Apologies Master, just keeping my hands while I waited for you. Can't wait for the future at the expense of the present moment you know." He raised his eyebrows when he saw the Master lift the thirty-pound weight. He knew force users could lift things but it was different seeing it first hand. He had never seen the Jedi's famous ability of levation in action before and while it didn't look like a breeze, Omen certainly would attempt it. The Trooper was just glad Master Malnorn was on his side, he didn't want to imagine the pain a 30-pound metal weight smashing into his face would feel like.

When the master gave him his instructions and put the small weight in front of the ARC, he nodded and closed his eyes, diving into the living force within him. As he relaxed and swam through the living force, becoming one with it, he focused on an image of the weight with his mind. At first, the weight only rolled a little across the floor. After a while of Omen focusing on the weight before the object started to inch up into the air. The weight only rose 4 to 5 inches in all but it was a start to Omen's Jedi abilities.