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  1. MoonlightsAngel Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Sep 13, 2006
    star 3
    Lierka walked into the Courtyard, quiet as always; it was a warm day and the sun reflected blueish on her raven hair, now neatly tied up in a messy bun, lose strands framing her delicate pale face as her wide, shimmering crimson eyes examined the students. She wasn't wearing her usual long black skirt and lace corset, but a fine, short dress that left her long milky legs exposed till shortly over the knee. Still, she wore a cloack, a really thin one. She had a quiet, gracefull sadness to herself, something old students and teacher were used to, as she had always been that way, ever since she arrived,

    "Master" she said softly, bowing gracefully before taking sitting beside one of the new students; she had observed him upon his arrival, and she had noticed how terribly scarred he was. She had been curious about it, but knew better than to ask. The young Sith had noticed how everyone (especially young Jedi students) seemed to be scared of him, and she still couldn't understand why; of course, perhaps they were intimidated by his scarred body, but she had never seen him do anyting to scare anyone, unlike some Sith on her house, who loved to do it. Lierka offered him a soft, sad smile before continuing her inspection upon the other students, but didn't say a word. She never talked much anyways, used to the fact that she wasn't allowed to make a single noise back home. She never did.

    Truthfully, Lierka had been way more interested in the combat lesson, but Moliar, who was teaching that day, always seemed to have something to say about the Sith, which ended up being quite an uncomfortable situation.

    Instead of instantly starting her meditation, her crimson eyes sparkled as she looked around, fixing her saddened, yet gentle gaze upon a young girl, the only female besides herself. Her delicate, rosy lips offered the younger new student a sweet smile.

    She looked around again, about to start her trance; it was a nice day, of course, she prefered snow, but this was nice too. It had been a normal morning, and for once she didn't get scolded first thing when she woke up. There was the fact that it was also her borthday today, perhaps that's why they had let her go, even though she had ran off last night again.

    She sighed and finally closed her eyes, reaching out into the universe, lazily exploering around, waiting for the Headmistress to start the lesson.

    Tag: any

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    ooc: awww...I like Pandora!
  2. Genimay Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Jun 2, 2005
    star 4
    IC:Rai

    Eniri smiled at Rai and she gave a weak smile back. Another male student entered the courtyard but Rai didn't know him so pretty much ignored the fact he was there. Her eyes scanned over him quickly and then Lierka was walking towards the small group. Rai didn't know the Sith student but had seen her before and had picked up her name. Lierka had a sad yet untouchable beauty about her. Rai wasn't sure she really understood much about the Force or the students that practiced it but she knew she could feel it.

    Lierka bowed to Kaylee Channing and sat beside Einri. Then the older female student smiled at Rai. Curiosity showed in the blue eyes of Rai she smiled back and sat on the other side of Lierka. Her legs folded gracfully as she sat but her eyes stayed open,not trusting to close them.

    Instead of meditating Rai scanned everything around her. She felt the Force and reached out to touch it,controling herself but not the Force. Peace flowed through her veins and Rai visably relaxed. Rai let her eyes close in a long blink but reopened them a few seconds later. This was how she survived. The Force was always there,in everything,around her,through her,part of her.

    TAG-Any in courtyard
  3. darth_nemisis Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    May 15, 2004
    star 6
    IC: Victor Edwards
    ~Ipsen's Force Academy~

    Victor woke up early; he had gone to bed quite early as well. It was a normal routine for him: wake up early, meditate in the middle of his room for a few minutes, maybe longer, go through the training sessions and classes, eat the meals, and then practice with his training saber in his room by himself before he went to bed. Last night, after he heard the announcement from Master Channing, he skipped his saber routines and went to bed early.

    After his short period of meditation, Vic made his way down to the Courtyard where Channing was. On his way down, he wondered why he was going to the meditation practice instead of the saber duels. He was an above average duelest, in his eyes at least. He loved the intense work out that it gave him, the competition and especially the feeling of power he obtains as he dominates over his opponent. Was it because he wanted to grow more in the ways of the Force rather than dueling? Or was it because he found Channing to be extremely beautiful; her pink hair complementing her decently tanned skin and her impeccable green eyes...? He decided it was a little bit of both; ever since he was on Coruscant two years ago he had wanted nothing more than to expand his Force knowledge, in both the Light Side and dark. And, it was normal for kids to have crushes on beautiful older women.

    When Vic arrived to the courtyard, he was treated with a view of a few other students who either would rather learn the Force - or look at Master Channing - than duel other students. As he settled in, he made sure he secured himself a spot right up in front so he could pick up on the lesson a lot quicker...and to get a better look at Master Channing. He still couldn't believe he wasn't in the dueling hall right now.


    TAG: NaboosPrincess, Zedd-Vega, any others in the courtyard
  4. FaithInTheDarkSide Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Aug 30, 2006
    star 4
    IC: Jacob Winoda

    "At last, my first lesson..." Jacob said to himself. This was his most expected lesson, since he hadn't learned much about the Force from his old Master. He had been an expert swordsman, proficient enough to make his enemies cringe before him. But Force powers... Force powers certainly wasn't part of his expertise. So, he was more than eager to show up as Kaylee Channing gave her message.

    He stepped his first step at the Courtyard. Most of the students had gathered around, either meditating or interacting each other. He sent quick glances to everyone and quickly analyze them. From his experience he knew that some of them are experienced fighters, too. He could picture in his mind how he beaten those fighters in the duel lesson... and he found himself trembling in excitement. But now he should care at the matters at hand... the Force lesson.

    Tag: Anyone in the courtyard
  5. MoonlightsAngel Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Sep 13, 2006
    star 3
    Lierka, still on trance, felt another student walk in and sit beside the teal-coloured cute girl, right in front of where she felt Master Channing's soothing presence; she had decided to ignore him from the time being when...her crimson red eyes snapped open and direted towards an older man, probably new, and clearly an experienced Sith; she studied her intently with her sad, yet curious gaze, he was probably as experienced as her dad -which was A LOT of power- she looked at him curiously, no completly alert, why was someone with so much power at the Academy learning, and not teaching, as someone with his strenght could clearly do? With an expert eye, she inspected him carefully.

    He was obviously an excellent fighter, she decided, by the way he stood in perfect balance and his eyes jumped from student to student, studying them as she was studying him. This time she didn't smile at him, but held his gaze when their eyes met, only for a second before he apparently lost interest and looked at someone else. She kept thinking: he probably was moe of an offensive fighter, and he had to be an awsome opponent. She seldom was wrong it this kind of things. Hopefully, she would fight against him someday; she would probably lose, seeing as, depsite being an outstanding duelist, the Sith was obviously more experienced and powerful. Still, she would most likely learn quite a lot of stuff if she got to fight against him.

    Lierka lost interest for the moment. Deciding she wouldn't be able to enter a peaceful trance with so many new presences comming in and out of her range, she decided to wait until the lesson started.

    The young Sith sat there, looking around calmly, and brushing her bangs off her eyes; wandering just how many new students had arrived this year.

    Tag: Any
  6. Ktala Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 7, 2002
    star 6
    (Master) Asanji Neruin
    Ipsen's Force Academy

    Asanji walked slowly throught the halls of the huge academy, her eyes taking on the many new students that the academy has received recently. At the moment, a large number of them were clustered at Kaylee Channings class. Asanji had no time for the foolishness of such lightsided business. Master Sidean had offered a class, but so far, he had no takers. She mused on that thought. She had not yet started her own teachings. She would wait on the others for a moment. But her classes would start soon enough. And then, they would be able to weed out the ill informed, from the truly devoted students.

    Her dark blue cloak fluttered behind her, as she held her staff, peering down the more darkened corridors. No, right now, she was on a mission. Her dark green eyes, darted about, as she search within the Force for an erratic Force presence. She was looking for her newest student, a young Feeorin named Pandora. It was an appropriate name, it seemed, for the girl had a very troubled past. She almost did not make it within the walls of Ipsen's, but Asanji felt something that others did not from the girl. Perhaps, it was her sisterhood past, but there was a flicker of potential. If she could get the girl to harness it, she would be a force to recon with. The problem was, how to stablize the girl. Her Force powers were wild, like a herd of wild banthas, and just as unpredictable. But the girl was smart, and had a strong will. She would start her off, on other subjects first, to test her abilities. And if she did well, she would work on stabilizing her force abilities.

    Asanji frowned. She hated dealing with anything Sith related. Expecially their pitiful excuse for the sciences. But that was for later discussions. Now, she needed to find Pandora, for trouble never seemed far away from the girl, even thought she didnt take any direction action. Asanji turned, and narrowed in on the force ebb, her staff glowing slightly.



    TAG: IAB (PANDORA), any others watching her stalk about.

  7. NaboosPrincess Manager Emeritus

    Member Since:
    May 14, 2001
    star 6
    OOC: What are all you people doing in the Adoptions Game? :p You guys hardly need any help at all ? all of the posts have been fabulous. Well done!

    Jedi Training Exercise 1
    Kaylee Channing
    Meditation Courtyard, Ispen?s Force Academy

    Kaylee surveyed the assembled students. Her little lesson had drawn quite a crowd! She was familiar with only a few of them; most she just recognized as being new admits. A good sign, to see them showing up for such an early class. You could always distinguish the motivated students from the ones who were there only because they had to be ? the motivated ones went to class and actually tried to learn.

    As everyone was filtering in, one student stepped forward and saluted. "Master Channing, ma'am! Would you mind if Student Kardge were to join your exercise, ma'am?"

    ?Of course not,? Kaylee said with a warm smile. ?You are welcome here. Please just find a seat.?

    Another student inquired, "Master Channing, what, exactly, are we going to be doing to explore our powers?"

    ?I?m glad you asked,? she replied. Then, raising her voice slightly, she announced to everyone in the courtyard: ?If you all will please take a seat around the fountain, we?ll get started.?

    Kaylee waited a few moments for the students to settle in and then began speaking.

    ?As you all know, the Force is present everywhere, in everything that we do. It flows from life and through life. It affects everyone in the galaxy, but only a few have the capacity to fully feel it. If you are sitting here today, then you are one of those people. Some of you may feel blessed to have been born with such a gift. For others, it may seem more of a curse. But what I hope to help you realize today is that, good or bad, this ability is something you will have to learn to deal with. The Force can be a powerful tool, but we must use it responsibly, governing ourselves by the wisdom of our chosen path. This is something you will ? or, at least, should ? struggle with for the rest of your lives.

    ?To begin, I would like each of you to sit quietly for a moment and contemplate your Force journey thus far. Think about where you have been, and where you would like to be going.?

    As the students sat, Kaylee sent waves of peace and calm through the group, trying to quell any nervousness or distracting feelings. Soon the courtyard was silent, and the students were free to focus on the question at hand. As they meditated, she rose and gently laid several small flower petals in front of each student.

    When she had finished her task, she spoke softly, bringing the students out of their reverie.

    ?In front of each of you, I?ve placed petals from flowers that grow in this garden. The petal is only a single part of the flower, but it reveals much about the plant from whence it came. So too are your Force powers only a single part of you, yet how you use them reflects on who you are.

    ?You have the next five minutes to do whatever you like with your flower petals. You can team up with others and share petals, or you can work on your own. There is only one condition: you may not physically touch the petals. Anything you do must be done through the Force. Create an abstract work of art?suspend them in the air?it doesn?t matter what you do, so long as you exercise your Force sense. And this will require concentration.?

    TAG: Students
  8. Zedd-Vega Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Dec 13, 2003
    star 5
    OOC: To help those who need it most NP :p. Besides, I've gotten out of touch with my Force-users as of late.

    Kardge

    Meditation Courtyard, Ispen?s Force Academy


    Kardge arched a curious brow and eyed the small petals in front of him. "Petals?" He thought, the bottom lid of his eye twitching madly as if too concentrated to perform the task at all. He would've asked a question, but it seemed Master Channing had already answered it. "Use the Force to move the petals. It's so much easier just to touch them, though." Kardge thought again, silently complaining to himself about the situation. Many of the other students were probably more adept at manipulating objects with the Force, and Kardge was no different. However, he had never really practiced anything until now.

    The soothing waves of calm overwhelmed the young apprentice and he shook his head as if to whip the feeling away. That never happened. Kardge found himself staring at a pile of petals of varying colors and shapes, thinking in his mind on how to "create" something. He reached out with his hand a few times, only to pull back, remembering the order to not touch them. Kardge allowed a frown to cross his face as he lifted the petals slowly with a devout burst of concentration.

    "Alright," Kardge said softly to himself, looking around to the others. He hadn't really met the others, and the Sith students were too cocky or arrogant to even ask to help. The Jedi students may be reluctant to work with a Sith student, so that was out of the question. Kardge was all alone on this mission. "Maybe by color..."

    He shifted through the petals, finding that if he separated them by color, there would be uneven piles of reds and blues, with nearly too many yellows and whites. He grumbled to himself and lifted them higher, looking up at them as they hovered before him at eye level. "Damn it," He swore, letting the petals hover back to the ground and eyed them all curiously.

    The former mercenary shifted through them again, this time by size. He came up with nearly even amounts of large and small, and not nearly enough mediums. The calming feeling subsided to a sense of frustration and Kardge lifted the medium petals individually and crushed them one by one with the Force. The soothing feeling returned, only after eliminating a potential weak link in his strategy.

    Now, what to do with the remaining petals? Kardge sighed and rested his chin in his palm, eyeing the petals curiously. His eye twitched again and he focused all of his attention on lining the two sizes up as if they were a well-formed military. Kardge was almost so focused that he lost track of what he was doing and started moving through the petals by hand.


    TAG: NP, any students
  9. Genimay Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Jun 2, 2005
    star 4
    IC:Rai
    Court Yard


    Petals? Rai wasn't sure got teh concept of teh Force being part of everything but only a part of it. Was that even the lesson? With a shrug,Rai reached out to feel. The Force was there,as it had been since she was very young,and willingly responded to her thoughts. 'Now what to do with the petals?'Rai thought to herself.

    At first she used the Force to examine each one at eye level,then placed it on the ground again. She had more redish petals than any other color. An idea hit Rai ans she gave a soft smile. Moving her long braid over her shoulder so she was able to see itRai got to work weaving the petals as best she could into the braid. First she used only the red petals and spaced them evenly throughout the braid. Then she used the larger blue petals to accent the red. Finally she used the yellow and white to accent the blue.

    By the time Rai was finished she had dropped into an almost trance like state. There was her,the petals,and the Force. Nothing else. No pain,no bad memories. The Force was warmth and love. It flowed through Rai and knew her and she knew it. She was conected to everything and yet only the petals.

    TAG-Any in courtyard
  10. Squishy_Vic Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Dec 18, 2004
    star 4
    Dorvi Ma?los
    Ipsen's Force Academy
    Dorvi, the anxious Anx, stretched his limbs and rubbed his elongated head as he rose from his sleep. He rubbed his delicate eyes as he looked around. His eyes soon focused and he was up and ready to go. He headed over to his closet to put his decorated robes on. He put them on and fastened them onto his body. He then retrieved his lightsaber, and he clipped it onto his belt. He exited the dorm and went into the hallway.

    He was anxious for his lesson as a Jedi. He wanted to learn the ways of the force and how to duel well. He'd always looked forward to it. He headed down the hall with great pace, reaching out for his instructor, Moliar. He sensed him nearby, through the force. Slowly taking turns around the temple, he searched him feelings. He eventually realized his master was in the dueling arena. How exciting, as for he was anxious to learn lightsaber combat. He entered the room.

    The sunlight shone on him brightly, but it felt good. Nice to see the light of day. His crest on his head glowed brightly, in joy, representing his emotion. The Anx smiled at Moliar and approached him. He stopped a few yards away from the instructor.

    ?Greetings, master Moliar.? he said, bowing his head. He would now wait for his master's response, or perhaps for another student to enter the room aswell. He waited.
    TAG: Imperial_Hammer
  11. MoonlightsAngel Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Sep 13, 2006
    star 3
    IC: Lierka

    Crimson eyes fixed calmly upon the petals, and a sweet, sad smile adorned her delicate face as she made the petals rise; thinking intently on what to do, she made them slowly caress her face, closing her eyes to the soothing feeling and the sweet scent. She remembered this exercise; she had done it when she was about ten, with Kaylee, and even then she had enjoyed it deeply, though it had been really hard for her at the time. She directed an appreciative smile to her teacher before closing her eyes again.

    She concentrated deeply and picture the story each petal whispered to her ear, making a clear picture; she smiled and opened her eyes, the petals arranged themselves into the beautiful flower they had once been, still leaving small places between each other, making in clear it was only a shadow of what the real flower had been.

    She looked around, most students were having trouble, but they were doing fairly well. She looked at the new Sith student, Kardge, who was deeply concentrated, but still touching the petals. She knelt over and placed her small, pale hand upon Kardge's, blinking and pulling back as he felt him tense up, and look up oddly at her. With her flower floating beside her, she bent over to whisper in his ear.

    "Make them float around you" she instructed "Try and listen to the force on them, they'll tell you what to do; losing patience isn't going to help half as much as that"

    Kardge looked at her oddly, but she turned away to whisper on Rai's ear, who was to her right

    "Beautiful job, Young Jedi, you are quite skilled"

    She sighed and looked at the flower, moving some petals from their place, to make it look better; concentrating again, she made it look like the wind blew them off, just to make them take the flower shape on the other side. She felt so soothed by this exercise...it made her fell so...safe.

    She sighed and kept doing the wind-shape exercise, relaxing visibly and allowing the lose strands from her hair to fall to her eyes.

    Tag: Any
  12. darth_nemisis Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    May 15, 2004
    star 6
    IC: Victor Edwards
    ~Courtyard - Ispen Force Academy~

    Victor did as requested of the beautiful Master Channing, and took a seat. He closed his eyes and slipped into a small state of meditation, still being wary of his current surroundings.

    "Think about where you have been, and where you would like to be going," said Master Channing. Instantly, his memories of his time at the Jedi Academy on Courscant came to mind. Vic felt a small bit of regret for leaving, but smashed that regret down, realizing that he was much better off here and now. Besides, the only part he missed was the friends he had made during his twelve years training there. Vic then thought of himself in the future. He saw a being, a human man in his mid-thirties adorned in black robes, the hood up. Even through the robes he could tell he was built for a human. The being looked as if nothing could phase him; he was too powerful and too wise to let anything affect him. Then, the man turned to look into a mirror. The reflection was not the same as the man in his mid-thirties, rather a small child who looked exactly like Victor.

    "In front of each of you, I've placed petals from flowers that grow in this garden." The words of Channing broke his trance. Vic wondered if what he just saw was a vision, or simply a dream. He would ponder on that later, but for now, he focused on the flower petal in front of him. Channing told them to do whatever they wanted with the petal, but not touch it physically, only with the power of the Force. The students had the option of teaming up with another studen. Victor decided to do it alone; he would be able to concentrate better that way.

    Vic stared at the petal. He couldn't recall what kind of flower it was, but he had seen it before during his brief periods of meditation in the gardens of the Academy that he performed frequently. Just like back on Coruscant when he was eight or nine, he focused all thought on the flower and lifted it into the air with the Force. It took little effort; he had done it countless times before with larger objects. For about a minute, he just left it suspended in the air. Then, still with little effort, he began to twirl it in circles. Then in figure eights. Then, in the shape of his name, "Vic." After about two minutes of that, he began to twist it, twirling it until it was as thin as a needle. He unravled it to it's original shape, and then did it again, before unraveling it once more. Countless number of options formed in his mind, and he had about one minute left to do what he wanted with it. Hopefully, his distortions that he thought up would not rip it.


    TAG: NaboosPrincess, other students
  13. SephyCloneNo15 Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Apr 9, 2005
    star 5
    IC: Einri Ferus
    Courtyard

    Einri listened intently to the lecture, hoping to gain something that would be beneficial to a 'Force-abnormality' like himself.

    Unsurprisingly, the message was rather basic, not unlike the lessons the masters had taught him on Coruscant, when he could communicate normally with the Force.

    ?To begin, I would like each of you to sit quietly for a moment and contemplate your Force journey thus far. Think about where you have been, and where you would like to be going.?

    Einri could see in his mind's eye his previous life: a promising Padawan on Coruscant, being selected as Apprentice to Syn Dragarra. He watched himself grow up and grow in Jedihood, but he felt nothing. Reflection on the past was new to him, so he was unsure if the past was meant to register in the Force the same as the present and the future do, or if he simply could not experience what he had experienced in these flashbacks in the same way when he felt the Force differently.

    He then reached out into the future and saw himself as a single, faint, silver light in a black universe. He was an adult, well into middle-age. His navy robe hung baggily off his body, and his hood was up, covering his eyes as though he were a Miraluka. He sensed indignation radiating from his future-self. Someone refused to listen to him about something, but Einri could not determine whom, for they were outside his experience of the Force. Master Channing's voice broke his fitful meditation.

    ?In front of each of you, I?ve placed petals from flowers that grow in this garden. The petal is only a single part of the flower, but it reveals much about the plant from whence it came. So too are your Force powers only a single part of you, yet how you use them reflects on who you are.

    ?You have the next five minutes to do whatever you like with your flower petals. You can team up with others and share petals, or you can work on your own. There is only one condition: you may not physically touch the petals. Anything you do must be done through the Force. Create an abstract work of art?suspend them in the air?it doesn?t matter what you do, so long as you exercise your Force sense. And this will require concentration.?


    Einri was impressed by the small petals and the pure emotion he sensed from them. There was none of the usual complexity when a sentient being within the Force entered his bubble. There was terror, coupled with confusion. These petals were begging the Force for an explanation, but it could give none through Einri's bubble.

    "Interesting..." Einri mused. In a moment, all his complex interactions with people since Myrkyr had been simplified to a duo of emotions. "Don't be afraid," he whispered to the petals, while attempting to calm them through the Force, to no avail, "I'm not going to harm you."

    He lifted them in front of his lips and blew, hoping the faint breath would carry them out of his 'Force-empty bubble' to a happier place where they could be in connection with the rest of the Force as they knew it.

    Tag: Courtyard folks
  14. Rayson Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Apr 10, 2002
    star 4
    OOC: You'll have to forgive me, I was away for most of the weekend, despite my intentions to post.


    IC - Veston Zachian
    Nexus House Classroom
    Veston rustled through a pile of white papers, searching for one of the many lessons he had already prepared. The first lesson was entitled 'Force Nexus House'. It outlined the defining points of the House and the responsibilities of the Nexus House students.

    As the students filed into the classroom, Zachian looked them up and down. Some of them slouched, some stood up straight, and others still stared blankly with no expression or stance. The students seemed eager to learn, however, Veston and few lessons to teach them. He had one message, and no lessons. He had values and morals, not ficticious or non-ficticious events and facts. Veston believed that facts and events for simply to be used as example for teaching morals and values, no more, no less.

    As the students seated themselves, Veston further arranged his organized mess. "I welcome you all, students, to the Force Nexus House. I trust you are all here to learn more about the Force, and not the differences of Light and Dark, Good and Evil, or Black and White?" He paused, expecting no reply, and continued, "The worlds of our universe contemplate such things endlessly, instead of looking to the insight of the force itself."

    Veston looked around the room, noting that all but a few students were listening diligently, and then continued. "Though, I personally believe myself to be that of the Jedi position, I have danced along both the borders of the Lightside and the Darkside. I know what it means to have no morals and I know what it means to have every moral. Now, at this point, I would be considered a Lightside Jedi. However, that's not what this house is about. You are here to learn the middle of both the Light and Dark, and let me tell you, if you have had any previous training in either the Jedi or the Sith, forget everything you have learned about being the person you are. Amongst the Grey Jedi, there is nothing but you and your morals. The Force is simply the Force, and you are simply one person. You are connected only to the Force."

    Veston decided he had talked enough, and he remembered what it was like to be a student of the Jedi. Always listening, and never asking. He also remembered how he hated it, and understood that that method of teaching didn't work.

    "Well... any questions?"
    Tag: Nexus House students/>
  15. FaithInTheDarkSide Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Aug 30, 2006
    star 4
    Jacob Winoda
    Meditation Courtyard, Ispen?s Force Academy

    This lecture of the Force had been interesting, and Jacob paid a great attention, hoping to get some more knowledge and power to explore.

    After a moment of lecture, Master Channing gave her first task:
    ?To begin, I would like each of you to sit quietly for a moment and contemplate your Force journey thus far. Think about where you have been, and where you would like to be going.?

    Meditation? Jacob couldn't believe what he heard. He hadn't been good at it; in fact, he never liked it. Meditation was the Jedi way, not the Sith way. At least that was what his old master told him. But for the sake of new power, Jacob forced himself to meditate. The result hadn't been good. When he touched his past, he could only see himself devour flesh and blood from his enemies. He could remember nothing else. Jacob then reached out for the future. The future he saw was no different than the past; he saw himself killing more people. In his mind now he could feel the Force asking to him: Is this the man want to be? A mere killing tool? Jacob struggled as hard as he could to ignore this feeling, which ended up breaking his concentration.

    When he tried to concentrate again, Master Channing's voice broke the silence.
    ?In front of each of you, I?ve placed petals from flowers that grow in this garden. The petal is only a single part of the flower, but it reveals much about the plant from whence it came. So too are your Force powers only a single part of you, yet how you use them reflects on who you are.

    ?You have the next five minutes to do whatever you like with your flower petals. You can team up with others and share petals, or you can work on your own. There is only one condition: you may not physically touch the petals. Anything you do must be done through the Force. Create an abstract work of art?suspend them in the air?it doesn?t matter what you do, so long as you exercise your Force sense. And this will require concentration.?


    Now Jacob reached out to the Force once again, hoping to reestablish his connection. His effort succeded. He could now feel the Force flowing in his body, and also the petal. He then channeled the Force from his mind and tried to move the petal. His first try took a large effort from him, but Jacob forced himself to concentrate more, trying to get used to this new power. A moment later, he was already able to move the petal in a spiral pattern around him.

    TAG: Other students in the courtyard
  16. Zedd-Vega Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Dec 13, 2003
    star 5
    Kardge

    Meditation Courtyard, Ispen?s Force Academy


    After being approached by Lierka, or at least that's what Kardge thought her name was, he looked down to the petals. His bottom eyelid twitched again as he glanced at the other students. Making the petals float around them, weaving them into hair, it was all so... girly. But, it was to better a technique, Kardge reassured himself. "To master the Force, one must manipulate the tiniest objects to gain a true understanding of the power we hold," It was a quote that he had heard his foster father use quite often, namely as a joke that was meant to ridicule Jedi and Sith. Kardge had never really met anyone like that in his days as a mercenary, but his father had been around. He had seen things that an accomplished spacer would try and disprove.

    The petals and the way he had arranged them, so simply placed in rank and file, angered him. Memories of his father and the entire squad of mercenaries flooded back to him as he withheld his remorse with a few deep breaths. He wanted to crush the rest of the petals, like he did the medium ones. "In a world of strong and meek," Kardge whispered to himself, lifting up one of his force crushed petals in his hand and eyed it cautiously, as if it were to bite his face if he neared too close. "There is no room for those caught in between..." The Sith student crushed the petal in his own grip and turned his gaze back to Lierka.

    He stood slowly, grunting easily as he rose from his seated position, and approached the girl slowly. She was younger than Kardge, much younger,and was of a species he had never even known of. Frankly, he didn't think the other students knew what she was either. However, her startling beauty was enchanting, and with that short moment between them, she had definitely caught the stern attention of the mercenary.

    Kardge cleared his throat and kneeled beside her, keeping a cautious distance between them even in that close of a setting. Kardge was taught that a mercenary's best friend was his weapon and his squad. This was different. Kardge's weapon was a lightsaber, two in fact, and his squad for now were the Sith students he never met before. "Those who fail to proceed are left behind," Kardge thought to himself before allowing his grimmace to subside. He spoke softly, as if embarassed to ask for assistance. "What should I do with my petals? Hovering them around me seems just too plain."

    He continued speaking, as if she cared to listen, and kept his stern militaristic posture even when seated. "I ordered them, weeded out the outcasts, and placed them into rank and file. But I don't know what to do with them..." The thoughts rushed to Kardge's mind, the anger, the hatred. Such a simple task should not cause so much emotion in one student, especially one just mastering the techniques of the Force.


    TAG: Lierka
  17. MoonlightsAngel Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Sep 13, 2006
    star 3
    IC: Lierka

    Lierka's crimson eyes fixed upor Kardge, listening attentively to what he was telling her, leaving her flower to rest for a second, hovering beside her face. She parted her lips slightly, taking air to talk, but then stopped herself.

    "I ordered them, weeded out the outcasts, and placed them into rank and file. But I don't know what to do with them..."

    Lierka turned to Rai and nudged her slightly, the beautiful young Jedi moved a bit, still looking relaxed, and Lierka moved closer to her, leaving room for Kardge to seat. She was stunned to see he actually did.

    "The problem is" she whispered, as not to disturb the other students "That, depsite getting all the right techniques, you don't get the idea" She looked over at abandoned petals, they hovered close to her, a bit slowly, as if scared. Lierka turned her crimson eyes from the way older Sith, and fixed them upon the remaining petals. "See..." she lightly touched the hovering petals with the tip of a very pale finger "You're treating them like one would treat a trained army, but, depsite everything, you must not forget what they really are"

    She turned to look ar Kardge, who seemed a bit confused at her ranting, but only for a second, before comming back to his usual stoic expression.

    "I mean...concentrate, deeply" she instructed "Not on the petals, but perhaps, an image? To make it simple: think of an everyday item...picture it clearly in your mind...and then simply ask the petals to do it...not as an order, just ask them" She closed her eyes and pictured a vibroblade, almost immediatly her own petals turned into one. "You see...you and I have different powers from say, this young Jedi here, because our side of the Force is Dark; it tends to be easier to do this kind of things for Lightside users, but then again, Sith can do it also with relative ease...as you and I have done" she closed her eyes again and the petals turned into the original flower form "Now you try...think of something simple to begin with...you'll get it in no time"

    She looked at his remainig petals, and saw he didn't have too many left "Here...use some of mine" The flower became smaller, and the remaining petals aligned with Kardge's "Try not to lose patience...you'll lose concentration"

    Tag: Kardge and anyone who cared to listen
  18. Genimay Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Jun 2, 2005
    star 4
    IC:Rai

    Though the young Jedi was relaxed Rai was not in a trance state and after moving from Lierka's nudge,opened her eyes. With a slightly parted lips the girl listened to the Sith student. 'Dark and Light. And Gray. Colors,motives,sides. I think I am begining to understand. We are all Jedi but we are all divided. In groups that deal with HOW we use The Force,not what it is. I am a Jedi. Lierka is a Sith. I am light and she is dark but here,in this meeting ground,we study as peers,not enemies. She can learn light,like this,and I can learn dark if I wish. It is so simple and yet so complicated. Here,at Ispen's,we are peers...but outside of here...are we enemies?' Rai thought as she watched Lierka help Kardge.

    She was interested,no doubt,but Rai held no interest in talking. If she was to learn how she was supposed to act around Sith and Jedi she had to watch. At the moment Lierka was her study object. Would she act different to the Sith student,Kardge,than she did to Rai? If she did what did she change and,the most important question,why?

    It was ture that Rai had chosen to walk the path of a Jedi and Lierka the path of a Sith but both of them had the Force. Different levels of control and use but both had it.

    Rai's eyes never left the pair of Sith students as she mulled over this. Deep blue eyes were focused with curiosity and wonder. Her braid was still drapped over Rai's shoulder with the flower petals weaved into it. With the soft breeze her dress blew casually around her ankles.

    TAG-Leirka,Kardge,any
  19. Zedd-Vega Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Dec 13, 2003
    star 5
    Kardge

    Meditation Courtyard, Ispen?s Force Academy


    "Ask them," Kardge repeated in a relatively low whisper. He'd never really gotten the gist of "asking" for anything in his lifetime. With mercenaries, everything was take what you can. It was a general rule of thumb, and it was placed as something of a survival code. Morning mess, arms and armor, guard duty, and even killing those you are hired to kill. If you didn't take what was offered or develop the initiative to just take something, you were as good as dead.

    "Damn it boy! How many times have I told you that the scope on that rifle is to be centered! You want your shot to veer off-target and alert them to our presence?" Xaero scolded his adoptive son in a grated whisper, as not to lose their position camped on the top of a rolling hills of Cato Neimoidia. He was a gruff man with an even gruffer demeanor, and all of his men saw him as a brother, while Kardge saw him as his father.

    "But they have one of those Jedi down there don't they dad?" The boy asked, being only 10 at the time. He was curious about the ways of the Force, although too curious for a mercenary's taste. Mercenaries didn't need the Force. To them, it didn't exist. Just some tool for psychics to play around with to have their way with the galaxy. Kardge recalled Xaero stating that
    "The Force is like a twi'lek barmaid: you treat her right, and give good tips, she's yours for the night. Get too out of control with her and grab something you shouldn't, and she'll mess you up for life." Kardge never really understood the Force and how the other mercenaries made jokes about what Sith could do just by squeezing their hands. It intrigued Kardge to no end, and it usually caused him to lose focus from time to time.

    "No boy," Xaero scolded as he adjusted the boy's scope for him. Force knows he was too unfocused with one of his daydreams to do it himself. "That's a Force Adept, one of those weird Witches from Dathomir. They control the Force differently than a Jedi or Sith would, but trust me, just because they don't have a lightsaber, doesn't mean that they still can't deflect a well-placed shot." Xaero offered a smile to his prodigy as the boy took aim in the scope. Below, inside the base filled with neimoidian rebels, there was only one Force Witch which seemed to grow apart from her clan. Many Dathomir Witches usually stayed on their homeworld, and held contempt for many outsiders, especially men.

    Kardge took aim, following the Witch as she paced between rebel groups. Apparently the Jedi and the Sith, from Xaero's information, refused to aid either side in the battle, and with the neimoidian rebels losing the fight, they must've really pulled some strings for a Dathomiran General. The boy's grip tensed on the rifle as he zoomed in his shot. She was a rather dark and ruddy complected woman, with even darker braids of woven and nappy hair dangling into her face. She wore little clothing, aside from some bone-plate that looked as if it had seen better days. Xaero's outfit each had their own armor, which they usually found off merchants on Nar Shaddaa.

    The woman herself was beautiful, but not by a suitor's standards. Her stance for battle was apparent in the way her hips swayed with every pace from group to group. Her shoulders held a posture of a warrior that had seen many glorious battles, and the scars on her visible flesh revealed that she was tough as a rancor in hand-to-hand combat.

    Kardge applied quick pressure to the trigger, having caught the Witch-General in the dead center of his scope. The shot rang out, and Xaero yelled a battle cry which sent his men tumbling over the hill to charge at the base below. Kardge pulled slowly away from the scope and smiled at his shot: a dead hit through one temple and through the other. The smoldering bolt and exit wound still smoked,
  20. The_IAB Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Sep 28, 2006
    star 1
    IC: Pandora
    Outer Courtyard

    Pandora sighed with traces of frustration, her voice taking on a dark and bitter tone as she spoke, "He was the strongest of them all, and even still he could not complete the training..."

    She tosssed the now dead fish off to the side without looking and yelled violently at the few fish still swimming around her ankles in the clear fountain water, "No no NO!" You're supposed to feel the anger flowing through you!"

    The small feeorin stated coldly, "FAILURES. All of you."

    With a loud splash Pandora hopped out of the fountain, and turned one last time toward the fish, "Well, I will have to exact my revenge for your horrid ineptitude at a later time."

    She slipped on the water puddles now around the fountain and almost lost her balance entirely and fell. The feeorin turned to the innocently swimming fish with a threatening glare, "Well played, my friends, well played.

    Pandora then listlessly wandered down the open courtyard, never walking in a straight line for more than a few steps in her curving pattern, still dripping wet. She ripped a round light purple flower off its stalk and tore apart the mass of petals and scattered them as she hummed with no pattern or tune in her irregular steps.

    Suddenly she stopped and stared at en empty spot in the courtyard ahead of her and silently went far, far out of her way to walk around the nothing, never taking her eyes off it.

    Once past it she continued on, looking up at the intricate architecture of the Force Academy in front of her.

    Pandora's alert and intense eyes took in everything like a deep breath, and underneath the almost white, empty, light blue swam some living evil intelligence.

    Far off, the little feeorin sith could see her teacher, Asanji, through the wide windows of the side corridors.

    With an excited shriek, Pandora sprinted forward. The surprisingly fast, skinny figure climbed up the side of the tall wall using nearly invisble hand and foot holds, nearby trees, and thick, winding vines. She struggled hard with labored breathing and slid over the window ledge and landed clumsily a few steps in front of the Nightsister.

    Pandora held her clawed fingers clasped behind her back, and she looked up with her wide, staring eyes and stated through a white, seemingly incoherent, smile of jagged teeth, "Hi."

    Tag: Ktala


    -KhaosFrost- of The Insanity Awareness Burueau
  21. MoonlightsAngel Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Sep 13, 2006
    star 3
    Lierka's attentive crimson orbs never left Kardge as he listened to her and then nodded, she saw him deeply concentrate and saw small beads of sweat roll down his face, she knew that, on time, he would get used to this and it wouldn't be hard for him; the older Sith did have a hell lot of skill for someone who had never used the Force before.

    She smiled slightly as he laughed and seemingly looked much more comfortable than ten minutes ago. Crimson eyes fixed upon the image as the flower suddenly exploded and the petals suspended themselves around her face.


    "The Wraid Knights." Kardge stated triumphantly

    Where had she heard that name before? Where? She sighed, probably from her dad...she reall had no interest on it.

    "Good job" she smiled, still looking at the image "Very good job indeed..."

    The petals around her re-formed the flower at a dazzling speed, suddenly Lierka looked slightly tiered.

    She smiled again at Kardge and closed her eyes, trying to get the petals to tell her another of their stories.

    Tag: Kardge, Rai, Anyone else.
  22. Genimay Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Jun 2, 2005
    star 4
    IC:Rai

    Rai could see no difference in the way Leirka treated Kardge. She sighed in confusion and decided to pull the petals out of her hair. In her slight fustation she ended up pulling a few strands of hair out too. Her first reaction was to flinch and make a pained noise. She paused,it was the first noise she had made since her first day at Ispen's.

    Blue eyes turned to the petals that now floated gentally in front of her. Frustation built in Rai. Dark memories resurfaced and her petals scattered themslevs around her. Rai looked at the petals. She wanted to crush them,to hurt them. So she did. Tears flowed down her face as Rai shredded everylast petal into tiny peices. It didn't make her feel any better. Rai wanted to kill the petals,to hurt them,to make them feel her pain. She picked up each peice of tiny life and crushed it even further.

    During her traid of petal killing,Rai was lost in herself. All she saw was the wrongs that had been done to her. All she felt was the pain. She wanted to hurt them,to make them pay.

    Without control Rai was a rebel in the Force. She sent all her destructive anger out.

    TAG-Any in Court yard.
  23. MoonlightsAngel Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Sep 13, 2006
    star 3
    IC: Lierka

    Lierka's crimson eyes snapped open at a sudden wave of anger; the story her petals had been telling her suddenly interrupted. She watched Rai and let her do, until the young kid lost control.

    Lierka was unexpressive as she set a delicate hand upon her leg, and roughly got pushed away; after the third chance she gave the young Jedi to regain control, her soft voice was heard in a firm whisper.

    "All you are doing, Jedi, is a complete fool of yourself" she hissed, suddenly tears streamed down the young girl's eyes.

    Lierka felt like kicking herself, The Force -and Master Channing- knew how she had suffered when younger, how she used to lose control, how she still went on slight panic attacks when her father visited...how she still trembled in fear...how she still tore down her room at times.

    Then again, Lierka wasn't a physical person; at the most she used to squeeze Master Channing's hand once in a while, and only because she had practically raised her.

    The Sith stood up slowly, apologizing to Master Kaylee with a look; she gently forced Rai to her feet and dragged her away.

    'We'll be right back' she mouthed at Kaylee before dragginf the still angered, struggling Rai away from the small group.

    When she thought they were at a decent distance, Lierka turned to Rai, and fixed her crimson orbs on the younger Jedi's deep, beautiful blue eyes, now sparkling in frustration. Gently Lierka gathered her on her arms and hugged her.

    "There's nothing wrong with feeling confused or angered, Rai" she whispered at the surprised younger Jedi "The thing is you should...hm, nevermind, dear, your teachers would kill me if I messed you up with Sith ideas so early in your training" she slightly tightened her hug "Yet...you need to get a hold on yourself, otherwise no one here will be able to help you..."

    Tag: Rai
  24. Genimay Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Jun 2, 2005
    star 4
    IC:Rai

    Rai struggled against the other girl. Not that she could break the embrace,she was trapped. Rai hated that feeling. She barely heard the other girl. This was too much,she shouldn't have left her room. Fear was evident in the young Jedi's eyes. "NO! NO. No. no! nooooo." she howled and collapsed against Lierka.

    Tears streamed down her face as she finally borke down and let someone,not in,but near. Her voice was high with panic and fear but within it you could hear the musicality. Rai knew her voice was beautiful. Her Master her made her sing all the time before he....before he took her into his room to work. She hated how beautiful the soprano voice that came from her throat sounded. "I don't want to." she insisted,not really sure what she was talking about.

    Still,Rai clung to Lierka like she was the only thing there. "I'm sorry." she whispered to the older girl after a few minutes.

    TAG-Lierka,any
  25. NaboosPrincess Manager Emeritus

    Member Since:
    May 14, 2001
    star 6
    Jedi Training Exercise 1
    Kaylee Channing
    Meditation Courtyard, Ispen?s Force Academy

    Kaylee was so very pleased at the students? success. Glancing around the courtyard, silently observing, she noticed how everyone had a unique take on the exercise. Rai had woven the petals into her hair while Kardge experimented with crushing some petals and lining the others up in tidy rows. Victor was distorting the shape of his petals, while Jacob made his float around in tiny spirals, and Einri blew his away on the breeze. But one student caught Kaylee?s eye through her interactions with other students. Lierka, it seemed, was very interested in talking. Helping, yes, that was good, but Kaylee wondered if she was focusing as much on herself as she ought to be during this workshop.

    Things seemed to be going all right at first. Then, as usually happened during periods of intense concentration and personal reflection, students began to mentally stumble left and right. Kaylee wished there was some way to prevent it from happening, but it was something they had to deal with, and work at. These skills could be attained only through dedicated practice. This was only the beginning. She was about to say as much when she saw Lierka and Rai take off to a corner of the courtyard.

    ?You are all doing wonderfully,? Kaylee told the assembled students. ?If you get tired, you should take a short break, just for a minute or two. I am impressed at how much you?ve been able to achieve already, in this short time.?

    The master rose from where she had been sitting and asked the group to excuse her for a moment. Her skirts rustled as she hurried across the courtyard to Rai and Lierka.

    ?Girls? Is everything all right??

    TAG: Rai, Lierka, other Students
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