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Kel saw that Frond's confusion had been cleared, and that the Neti was now getting into the spirit of things. Kel swung his blade horizontally, then vertically. the only weight he really felt was the hilt in his four fingered hand. he watched as his soon to be opponent centered himself and delivered a powerful strike through the air that nearly hit the ground. Then he pointed his sabre towards Kel. Kel was more or less used to the weight of the hilt by now, so the only thing left to test was how it performed. Kel grasped the hilt with both hands and swung his light sabre at Frond's own blade. as the two blades collided he felt that the blade had taken on mass when it came in contact with Frond's own blade. The sabres sparked upon contact and grew louder like feedback from a microphone. Kel broke off his surprise attack now that he had obtained a rudimentary grasp of how the blade worked.

 

"You forget your manners Frond. This is a sparring match. We bow to our opponents before we point our blades at each other. Like so." Kel then turned off his sabre and offered a small bow towards his statuesque partner. waiting for him to do the same.

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Manners?[/i} Frond smiled, the collision of their sabers still arcing in his ears. The Neti had not expected his ally to strike out towards him so soon; but he had moved the hilt of his blade down slightly, angling it so once the blades crackled together his opponents’ simply slid off as he separated from the tree-like being and bowed.

 

With a low wind-laden chuckle, Frond’s eyes sparkled as he eyed the backside of his bowing opponent’s head as he deactivated his blade. ”Attacked me first did you.” he spoke, the chuckle still ringing in his voice. Lowering the deactivated hilt in his left hand to his side he inclined his head ever so slightly to Kel. He could feel The Force swirling around them, anticipating their moves, waiting with an edge to cast judgment on their actions. Frond allowed The Force to speak to him, to guide his mind and in turn his actions. The grass beneath their feet called out to him through The Force; ready to warn Frond the moment Kel’s weight shifted in the slightest. The air about them buzzed with energy, alive with The Force; through it, Frond could feel his opponent’s breath, in and out, in and out. The Force would tell him when the Kel Dorian moved, even before he could sense it; all he needed to do was trust and remained balanced within the will of The Force. Even the nearby water, the trees, and the light streaming down spoke to him. Opening his body, mind, and very essence to the will of The Force, much as he would when taking the beginning steps to walk Beyond Shadows; this time, however, Frond did not begin to center his focus on transcending his physical body. Instead, Frond allowed his focus to settle on his lightsaber. It was an extension of his being. His and the weapon’s entities beginning to mingle. With practice, he felt that he and the blade could become one; eventually.

 

The Force called to Frond, guiding him. This was only a practice battle and Frond did not know the first thing about lightsaber combat; but he did feel comfortable with the weapon in his hand despite the strangeness of the aged tool. Stepping forward, Frond raised his other leg and swung the stump-like appendage in a sweeping motion towards Kel’s much smaller legs with the startling swiftness of water through the thirsty non-lignified tissues of an ancient fern; the force guiding his movements before he could even think. Just as his leg came to where it would connect with Kel’s form, the aged tree activated the duck blue blade with a hiss in the same moment as he drove the hilt forward towards his comrade’s gut; the combined speed of his forward thrust and the extending blade exponentially accelerating the combined move as The Force guided him in a way that he had not felt before. Instead of the calm serene peace of stillness, Frond felt the peaceful whirring of The Force as it swirled about him, connecting him to everything around. He could feel Kel, Sandy, the air and plants; The Living Force was alive and he, Frond, was its avatar in the moment.

 

As his duo of blows lashed out, Frond inevitably stepped forward, preparing to swing the blade back in defense of his form.

 

((1)) ((Attempted to take Kel’s legs out from under him with a sweep of his foot and simultaneously thrust forward and activated his blade trying to stab Kel in the stomach while stepping forward into the battle))

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After the customary bow, Kel ignited his light sabre again and stood at the ready. 'my opponent has a longer reach and a height advantage. He also possesses the ability to change shape. This is going to be tricky. Given his height and weight, he's likely stronger than me physically. I'll have to out maneuver Frond and use his strength against him.' Kel thought.

 

Frond made the first move by sweeping at Kel's legs before igniting his sabre and delivering a forward thrust. in order to avoid Frond's straight forward attack, Kel stepped backward to avoid the sweep followed by a side step in order to avoid the incoming thrust. Kel then seized the opening Frond had left and struck at his opponent's sword arm. "If you had activated your light sabre before sweeping my legs I might have fallen for that. the fact that you didn't activate it beforehand was a very obvious tell that you were up to something." Kel said.

 

Kel then pressed his assault on the old tree by zigzagging left and right hoping his movements would confuse his opponent. Kel then swung his Sabre at Frond's thigh hoping to limit his opponents movement.

 

 

 

((1)) ((attempted to dodge Frond's attack and simultaneously attack frond's arm while he was open. followed by zigzagging and attempted strike at Frond's leg.))

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The Force crackled with energy as the duo engaged. For millennia Frond had pondered the intricacies of The Force, its peculiarities and breath. The Force was truth. This crude world that they resided in was but a shell, a shadow, of the truth, of The Force; a playground, nothing more.

 

The aged tree was surprised when neither his foot nor his blade connected with the young Kel Dorian. He should have known that the youngling would bounce about - as was the way of all beings in an infantile state, to move, to expend their energies needlessly, unashamed and unaware of their own limitations. Had he not done the same as a young spore? Travelling the interstellar winds of the galaxy until he finally took root. Jedi teachings or not, Frond had been around long enough that he knew that even the seemingly endless life of starlight and nutrients of the earth had their limits. Eventually they would be sapped as eventually someday he would fall and be welcomed into the complete embrace of The Force. But today was not the day. Today was the day that The Force taught Frond once again, and began his transformation from student to soldier. Frond would return the balance. As such, Frond knew that his opponent’s flashy moves would simply wear him out and then would be the time to strike, if an opportunity was not presented before.

 

With his feet planted in the grass and earth, Frond could feel The Force surging up through his rooted limbs, empowering his aged frame, guiding him. think not. Be the idea floated through his mind as he opened up his mind, turning his focus to the battle at hand; allowing The Force to lead him. It was true, he had somewhat overextended himself with his last move, leaving himself exposed and the bouncing orange being before him took advantage by dodging back and forth before swinging his bright green blade down towards the Neti’s extended arm. The Force called out to Frond, warning him before Kel’s blade began its burning descent towards his arm. Prepared as he was, Frond’s inexperience with the saber took its toll in that moment. Swinging his own duck blue blade back up, he was unable to catch Kel’s blade before it burned a scorching brown mark across his extended left arm; a smell of burning wood rising into the air with the wisps of smoke from his bark-like skin.

 

Grimacing in pain, Frond instinctively pulled his arm away from the source of the pain, a reminder of the limits of his mortal form, his own saber still clasped firmly in his grasp as Kel pushed the situation and swung again at the Neti’s leg. The Force was with Frond, however, and even with the pain radiating from his arm, he sensed the blade swinging around again and simply dropped his leg, kneeling his entire wooded form forward, large as it was, to duck beneath the swinging blade of pulsating energy. Falling nearly flat on his chest in front of Kel, nearly…. Sometimes there was advantages to not having a skeletal structure of the standard humanoid. Frond caught himself on his thick wooden arms, his lightsaber pulsing in his left hand. As it was, Frond’s arms were on each side of the much smaller and younger being. Quickly he sought to right himself with the smoothness of a vine righting itself after being brushed aside by a passing beast. The move took but an instant; just as Kel’s blade would have connected with Frond’s falling torso as opposed to the leg he had originally aimed at, it met empty air. As soon as the blade buzzed by overhead, Frond was pushing back up his body and torso righting himself before Kel could bring his blade back around the bear; The Force, urging him onwards called out to Frond; he could feel it radiating from the eyeless audience of plants, splashing water, and radiating sunlight. Frond grabbed for Kel’s sword arm shoulder with his strong viney empty hand while at the same time pulling the saber back towards himself in a move that could, if performed with an actual saber, very well have bisect his opponent’s belly button and below from the rest of his body. With any luck, Frond would either have his opponent in his crushing grip or at the very least bend him over his pulsating saber. Frond did not seek to harm Kel; but this was for both of their edification; if he could teach his foe as he too learned they would both walk away the victor.

 

The idea of battle form was not something Frond even thought about; he was in the moment allowing The Force to dictate his actions as he flowed from one move to another. They had been instructed to test one another and that was what Frond would do. If he were to defeat the Sith and help bring balance back to The Force, he would need to learn. And learn he would, the burning in his pain radiated through the swirling aura of The Force and Frond could not help but appreciate the pain inflicted on his mortal form. A lesson to be learned and not repeated.

 

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Just as Kel's sabre was about to connect, Frond dropped himself like a fallen tree and twisted to avoid his blade entirely. And an instant later Frond had pushed himself back up like a blade of grass when the wind stopped blowing. Kel was surprised by frond's deceptively fast speed and limberness. Kel immediately swung around to attack frond again, but the neti had grabbed him by the shoulder and squeezed like a vice. Knowing that he was caught and that a strike from frond's sabre would be imminent, Kel deactivated his sabre and quickly tossed it to his other hand, activating it, and stabbing upward toward frond's shoulder the same moment that Frond's sabre had connected to his midsection. Though the burning sensation made him wince in pain he still pressed his counterattack. 'For someone who claims that he hasn't resorted to violence, He's doing surprisingly well.' Kel's own ego had lead to him underestimating Frond. and if his current tactic didn't pay off, then he was sure to pay the price.

 

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Beneath the Kel Dorian’s robes, Frond grasped his foe’s shoulder, squeezing tighter and tighter as ivy choked out the mighty tree it grew ‘round. The grip on his shoulder and the pain it could inflict, Frond hoped would distract his opponent and grant the Neti a chance to end their combat sooner than later.

 

As weightless as his blade was, Frond could feel when it connected with Kel. The limited power of the training blade was unable to simply slice through his foe and the resistance could be felt as it rolled through the hilt into Frond’s viney hand. Frond could feel Kel’s pain as his saber connected with his opponent’s gut. It pained the Neti; he did not enjoy the infliction of pain and the echoes in The Force were clear. Pain for pain cruel is Frond winced to himself. He did not seek to pain his fellow learner; even if pain was a wise teacher. He needed to end this before either of them were injured or killed by the duel.

 

 

Just after his blade connected with Kel, The Force shouted a silent warning to Frond about the incoming blade as Kel swung upward ever responsive to Frond’s actions despite their outcome, driving the tip of the superheated plasma blade towards the tree-like being’s shoulder. ”I end this must,” Frond hissed in a whisper to himself more than anything. It had been a clever move to switch hands so quickly and Frond had felt the twinge of The Force as it guided his foe’s blade to his free hand. He had to remember that just as he was but a servant of The Force, so was his young opponent.

 

The trees.

The water

The grass.

The air.

 

The Force spoke to him through their purity and balance within the aura of The Living Force. How it spoke to Kel, Frond did not know, yet; but they were brothers within The Force.

 

Frond could feel The Force guiding him, even as he allowed himself to drop backwards, pulling away from the burning green blade as it danced across his shoulder eliciting popping and hissing as steam and smoke arose from where the blade skittered up his moving shoulder. Even as the pain tensed his shoulder, Frond tightened his grip on Kel’s shoulder and yanked backwards, attempting to pull the Kel Dorian backwards with him as the large tree-like man rose and rolled backwards away from the burning blade the smaller being caught in his vice like hand. In the same moment, as the entirety of his momentum pulled them backwards towards the ground, Frond was wrenching his burning blue blade upwards in an attempt to rake it across the front side of the Kel Dor, singing robes and flesh, as he tried to tumble them both backwards to the green grass beneath their feet. If anything, Frond intended to disable his foe and send him sailing through the air behind him in one rolling motion with the force of his momentum, size, and grainy tree like strength and spring; The Force guiding the aged tree, flowing through him, an avatar of its will, instead of the contemplative aged sage.

 

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As Kel's sabre connected with Frond's shoulder, he could still feel his foe's own blade raking itself across his gut. Despite the pain Kel's attack had caused, Frond's grip on his shoulder only tightened and he pulled at Kel as he fell backward. intending on bringing Kel down with him. As they grew closer and closer to the ground Kel's body cried out in agony as Frond worked his blade up Kel's torso. if the blade's path continued unhindered, it could potentially reach his mask. Knowing that he had to keep his breathing mask from being damaged at all costs, Kel deactivated his sabre, pointed the emitter horizontally towards Frond's sword hand, and reactivated it in a last ditch effort to change the blade's path and to disarm his opponent if he was lucky enough.

 

 

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A friendly spar: Frond vs. Kel Koon (karyu128)

 

Firstly, well done to both of you. It’s been a while since I’ve read a friendly spar between two Jedi, and it’s a lot of fun reading these.

 

This was a surprisingly aggressive spar. Frond opened up aggressively by attempting to close the distance with Kel Koon and using his superior strength and reach to his advantage, whereas Kel Koon, recognizing that he would be at a significant disadvantage, attempted to outmaneuver his sparring partner. Throughout the entire match, I enjoyed how Frond described how contacting the Force felt to him through the perspective of a sapient tree-creature. Both karyu and Frond did well in describing their attacks, though I would have enjoyed a description of how contacting the Force during a friendly spar would have felt to Kel Koon as a new apprentice to the Jedi.

 

Both duelists acknowledged and dealt with the results of successful and parried attacks on each other. Towards the end, the match got a bit nasty. Frond successfully grappled with Kel Koon, who failed to make a significant attempt to escape or capitalize on the fact that one of Frond’s limbs was completely occupied with pinning down his opponent. Kel Koon simply dropping his lightsaber and continuing the fight with his off-hand was a good move, however.

 

Ultimately, the failure to do much about the grapple and allow what would have been a mortal wound is what called the match for me. Overall, this was a very good showing from both writers for their first moderated duel.

 

Frond is the victor of the sparring match, and has the next post.

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Frond’s duck blue plasma blade tore upwards along the front of the Kel Dorian’s robes and chest, singing the being’s orange flesh and burning holes in the trainee’s robes; the burning smell of fabric rising in the air as wisps of burnt cloth spiraled into the air. At the same time, the duo were tumbling backwards, Kel’s shoulder held firmly in Frond’s free hand pulling his fellow Jedi initiate backwards atop his own body.

 

Frond could feel The Force warning him as the ground rushed up to meet his falling form, the grass crying out at their oncoming crusher, warning him of their existence whilst promising to cushion his blow. At the same time, the air, still in the high ceilinged underground atrium, breathed out, their connection to Frond more than just The Force, but one of life and being, one surviving by the other, called out to him, warning the Neti a mere moment before as Kel’s green lightsaber blade ignited racing towards Frond saber-gripping hand. Without thinking, as if on instinct alone, guided by the unseeing hand of The Force, Frond wrenched his blade away from Kel, just before it struck the Kel Dorian’s life giving breath mask; flinging his arm backwards away from the incoming pinpoint of plasma.

 

At that very moment, the tree-like being’s shoulders and back struck the soft grass covered soil. The momentum of Frond’s upward and backwards push combined with Kel’s velocity allowed the aged tree to continue their roll, throwing his root like legs up with a thrust of his wooden hips, sending Kel Koon into the air before the Kel Dor clattered to the ground several yards away rolling head over feet twice until he came to rest, momentarily unconscious, in the shallows of the cool pond Sandy had walked across earlier, the water bubbling around his ears as the violent ripples of his stoppage in the mud and moss and muck echoed through the waters away from him.

 

Having himself landing on his chest after flopping Kel off of him, Frond pushed himself up; reaching out in The Force, Strange…..]/i] he pondered, as the sereneness of The Force smoothed out the ripples that had been pulsating through it only moments before when he and Kel had been battling. The water, it lapped through the waves of The Force, protesting its sudden interruption. The fish within the pond emanated fear at the sudden intrusion of the unknown into their peaceful sanctuary as they fled deeper into the interconnecting piping that connected the pond to other bodies within the temple and to perceived safety. Elsewhere, the plants and buzzing insects throughout the atrium returned to their natural activities; The Force radiating from them, but no long attuned to the specific happenings of the duel between Frond and Kel.

 

Frond pushed himself upwards to his hands and knees and then quickly to his feet, his body creaking as wood bending in a silent wind. Saber still ignited, Frond spun around to see what had become of his opponent. Despite the calmness of The Force radiating about them, warning him that his opponent did not present a threat, Frond knew that he was learning and did not know what else might occur in this training regimen. Still, with the perceived threat passed, the elongated hilt that had only moments before felt like an extension of his being alive and connected in The Force, felt strangely heavy in his aged viney tendrils. At the site of Kel lying face up in the water, Frond let out a sigh, his leaf covered hair rustling as if in a breeze. ”Done I have?” he questioned, concern echoing in his voice as he deactivated his blade, letting it tumble from his hand to the grassy ground, and took several steps towards Kel just as the Kel Dor began to regain consciousness. Fear at what he may have done to his newest companion rippled from his heart, clouding the edges of his connection to The Force, cutting the aged tree off from the encompassing bonds of The Living Force. ”are Kel Koon you injured?” His own singed injuries forgotten at the site before him.

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As Kel regained consciousness, he clutched at the wounds he had received on his midsection. the pain still radiating from his burning flesh made him wince. though the cool temperature of the water helped to alleviate the sensation somewhat. 'Yup. that's going to hurt in the morning.' Slowly, Kel tried to sit himself up and with his other hand rubbed the sore spot on his head where he had made contact with the lake bed. Before long Kel noticed that frond was looming over him. From the look on his face he appeared to be concerned. Kel's hunch was confirmed when the wooden giant asked if he was injured. To which kel replied; "It's alright Frond. I can survive this much. Although I question my chances when master Pulthar and Jalavi find out that I've not only ditched my first class, but also ruined my new robes. And on my first day no less."

 

He then grasped his knee cap with his of hand hand for support while trying to stand up. he then expanded his presence in the force in order to locate his sabre which had fallen in the water during the scuffle. once he was back on his feet, he reached out with his off hand, willing the sabre to return to his grasp. the hilt flew from it's place in the water and returned to Kel. "That was a good fight Frond. You defeated me. And for that you have my everlasting respect." Kel said.

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Green eyes sharply watched the sparring combat of the two apprentices as they fought back and forth, first tentatively, then slowly beginning to express their familiarity with the weapon, and finally their attempts at doing damage to each other. This was no brutal sparring match like she had been in against her master from which she still carried several real scars, but it still held its own sense of combat. She watched jedi robes flare into small smoking patched of burned cloth, tree limbs scorched, and finally the Kel Dor being rather brutally eliminated if this had been a real fight. She winced at the cut that tore his robes, burning his flesh, and had just begun to extend her force presence to catch the apprentice when his fellow trainee rescued him anyway. As the two made up and pulled themselves from a pile on the ground she also stood, walking over to them, her bare feet leaving small footprints of disturbed grass behind her. The grass itself felt hot to the touch and was charged with the power of the force, it was amazing how much the force could swirl and change in the aftermath of a fight between its users.

 

She clapped her hands as she strode over to the two of them, looking over their burns and scrapes with a concerned eye. If the council knew that she had just given two blades to jedi acolytes and let them go all force on it she could be in real trouble. But then again, who knew, and the Jedi needed warriors now more than ever.

 

“Do not worry about your other masters Kel, I will take you and your responsibility onto myself, as well with you Frond. It’s time enough I took an apprentice, so why not two?” She laughed and gestured for them both to sit, or uh root themselves. “Now another important part of Jedi training. Healing. Which you both need like right now. Watch me with your eyes and with the force, see how I manipulate the cells with the force, and then try the same thing.”

She leaned forwards and placed her scarred hand on the burned chest of Kel, feeling the heat of his flesh and examined the burn through the force. First she fed his body with energy that she took from herself, filling the burned area with her own presence. She fed the cells with energy of the force, allowing them to rapidly rebuild and go through their microprocesses that would normally take days. Cells divided, reproduced, then divided again, filling the burned wound with fresh cells, scabbing over the light burn and finally renewing the flesh beneath. All through the force, which passed from her hand to his chest. After an hour of healing, she sat back, and wiped a bead of sweat from her brow.

 

“I can’t do much for your clothes though. Sorry about that.”

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Apprentices? Frond smiled as he slowly nodded his head, creaking backwards and forwards. Yes, he would apprentice under this youngling. As young as she was, strong in The Force was she as well. All are The Force Apprentices. Frond sunk down into the soft grass and earth near to where both Kel and Sandy were, folding his legs up underneath him as he watched with careful, plant-like focus; unwavering and unblinking.

 

Kel’s injuries stood out to Frond like a bright red beacon of pain and darkness. He could almost feel the pain radiating from them. Deep in his wooden heart, he felt sadness for the pain he had inflicted on he that was now his brother. The sadness mingled with his overwhelming state of sadness at the ignorance of the galaxy to the true ways of The Force. Still, he was a servant of The Force and it had chosen him to help return the balance. Focusing himself on Sandy and her actions, Frond could feel The Force buzzing with life around them. This was the closest that he had yet felt Sandy to the pureness that was The Living Force as it flowed from the surrounding plants and wildlife. With his dark woody eyes focus on the connection of Sandy’s hand and Kel’s chest, Frond could feel as The Force purged and cleansed Kel’s wounds.

 

Sitting in absolute silence for the better part of the hour Frond watched In silence, allowing The Force about them to flow freely around and through him, its life-giving energies radiating with tactile power as they gently healed Kel’s wounds. After watching for a length of time, Frond thought that he had enough of a knack of it to try it himself. True, his wounds were superficial at the least; his thick bark-like skin having taken the brunt of the plasma’s burning injuries, leaving thick brown gashes across his left arm and right shoulder. Gently inhaling, Frond reached out to The Force, feeling it in the air around them, the grass beneath them, and the pulsing energies between Kel and Sandy. Grasping onto the energies that flowed around them and through them all, Frond concentrated on leading the connection from passing through him towards his wounded shoulder. Placing his right viney hands over his left forearm where the burn was etched into his bark, he could feel The Force as it knit together his burnt cell walls and chlorophyll bases. Frond relaxed as the healing took effect, slowly surging with the light side of The Force. this good is, he thought to himself with a hint of joy; still, there was something that was not quite right. As The Force flowed around the trio and through them, the healing of Frond’s wound did not feel the same as the pure life energies that flowed into Kel. Instead, Frond could as bits of life energy radiated away from Sandy’s arm through The Force to Frond’s, knitting together Frond at the expense of Sandy. The pain was not leaving it was merely transferring along the swirling invisible vortexes of the Force. Balance! Frond thought frightfully as he pulled his hand off of his partially healed arm, tumbling over into the grass, gasping for a deep carbon-based breath. What had he done?

 

((Posted with Sandy Sarna's permission))

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Kel was pleased to hear that sarna had offered to take both he and Frond as her apprentices. "Thank you... Master Sarna." He watched as Sarna worked diligently to heal his burned flesh. He felt the force in Sarna drawing on her own life energy, manipulating the cells of his skin and muscle tissue in an effort to speed up his recovery. the process took roughly an hour and by the end of it, there wasn't even a scar left from their earlier bout. He twisted and stretched his body and felt that his body was in working order."I have a change of clothes in my room. they will suffice until my robes are replaced." Kel watched as his fellow apprentice attempted the same procedure on himself for his own injuries. But something went wrong. As Frond's injuries healed, a new injury had sprouted on Sarna's arm. Frond's idea of balance had caused him to use the force in a way that transferred his injury to another living thing. and that thing was their new master. Frond soon realized his mistake and stopped what he was doing immediately while tumbling into the grass. Kel believed that Frond hadn't purposefully meant to cause Sarna harm, but this incident would no doubt be a major blow to his confidence. Kel knelt down by his side and reached his hand out to touch Fronds injuries. "Relax Frond, just take a deep breath." And so Kel attempted to heal Frond's injuries himself. he followed Sarna's example and drew on his own energy to heal Frond. He urged Fronds plant like cells to mend their cell walls and to multiply in an effort to heal the singed bark on frond's arms. The process took roughly half an hour, but Kel believed that was due to Frond's injuries being less severe than his own. Frond's bark like skin had taken the brunt of Kel's assault. frond's injuries were likely only a flesh wound compared to his own. After Kel finished his work, he sat on the ground completely exhausted. "It's alright, to make mistakes Frond. What matters, is that you learn from them so that you don't make the same one again."

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Sandy slowly let the gasp of pain that started when her apprentice touched the force and began to leech off of her very body to sustain himself escape her lips. It was a painful sensation that nearly broke her concentration on finishing the healing on Kel. She kept her breathing regular and let the burns of her other apprentice forcibly pass to her, burning skin and flesh below her tunic and across her arms, raising first red welts then darker more hideous burns. This would have broken the concentration of many others, but it had been through such pain that Sandy had truly known the force. With every burned inch of skin she felt the euphoric movings of the force stir in the room. The ebbing tide broke upon her with each burn, sharpening her focus and filling her mind with life. Not exactly a Jedi thing to do. Sandy considered.

 

When finally both of her apprentices were healed she opened her eyes wide and looked at her wooden etched apprentice. Her green eyes bored into him and she smiled softly. She ran a finger across a particularly nasty burn upon her upper arm and laughed.

“Not exactly what I had in mind, but the balance of the force was within it, perhaps it would be better next time to draw life from the plants and animals around you instead of your Jedi friends.” There was humour on her voice which broke whatever tension had filled the room. She stood and walked over to Frond and extended her hand. “Rise and think of it no longer, you are learning, and like a baby ronto, sometimes you stumble and fall when learning to walk. Sit beside me you two and we will meditate on what we have learned. Then in time we can see balance in all things that the force does, even in inflicting pain and injury on those that you love you can find the touch of the light. For had I been willing the type of healing Frond portrayed is the fastest and most balanced way of healing. But for now we strive towards the light side of that balance. You did well in your healing Kel, tell me and Frond what you think about this experience after meditating on it. After that we will take a break for a change of clothes, dinner, then more sabre practise.”

 

((Post meditating, thinking in depth about what occurred, then post your few hours of break before meeting Sandy in the dining commons. Also get yourself some food))

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Frond waved Kel off as the Dorian tried to put his hands on his bark-like flesh, ”Away go. I Fine am. Clothing your change go. Like disgrace you like look.” he retorted embarrassingly as he sat up in the grass. Mistakes were made in this physical world; The Force did not make mistakes. Frond had sought to manipulate it in a way that was not natural. Still…Frond exhaled. He could feel The Force about them, the comforting warmth of its embrace from all around them.

 

As Sandy spoke, he sat there in the grass, unmoving as a tree as he listened. Meditation. Meditation was something that Frond was good at and enjoyed. Having had millennia of time to hone the skill. Sandy also spoke of balance and of inflicting injury in the cause of balance which was a new concept for the Neti who had spent most of his life in quiet pacifistic meditation. Learn me from as learn I from he thought with a twinkle in his spirit breaking through the sadness that usually covered Frond like a blanket; sadness at the ignorance of the majority of beings to the truth of The Force and its ways.

 

Sandy had told them to meditate on all that had occurred and then to take a break before the evening meal that most organic beings consumed three times a day. Closing his eyes, Frond folded his branched arms across his lap, and reached out and felt The Living Force as it flowed around and through him, touching Sandy, touching Kel, and soaring above the glassy surface of the nearby waters, inhaled and exhaled by the grass beneath him and the trees surrounding them. The comforting invisible tendrils of The Force reaching into his heart and soul and touching his feelings about the recent events that had transpired, replaying them in his mind. Frond went step by step through the battle, feeling as The Force guided both his body and blade as one while consequently guiding and guarding Kel as well. Yet still, the force had deemed him the victor of their spar. After the battle, Frond played over the healing that they had undergone, feeling how the purity of the lighter side of The Force flowed through Sandy into Kel and from Kel as he attempted to heal Frond. He also felt how when he had attempted to heal himself how The Force had moved. It was different in that instead of the light side glowing and pulsing, instead The Living Force pulsated with life, the energies of the temple and the planet pulsating as the life sailed from Sandy to Frond. He could sense the same types of life radiating from the surrounding world, be it the flora and fauna in the atrium or the planet surrounding them that Frond could feel at the edges of his sensory perception.

 

Having sat in silence for some time, allowing everything to roll through his mind and pass through his being allowing The Force to teach and offer correction Frond opened his eyes. He stared into Sandy’s eyes, ”Light. Dark. Between balance found is. Energy life, the trees,” he gestured around them with his arms, ”the people.” he directed his outstretched hands, one at Kel, one at Sandy, ”lightsabers, same are. Together bound by The Force.”

 

Smiling at his observations, he hefted the elongated saber hilt in his hand once more, and glanced from Sandy to Kel, ”Time much until meal. See then both you.” he whispered as a wind blowing through the trees before turning and shuffling off into the overgrown plant life towards where the lift that had brought them down into the depths of the temple. After several minutes of fiddling, the aged tree was able to figure out how to get the lift to operate, the doors sliding open and then transporting him back towards the surface where he stepped out into the warm cloudy humid afternoon. Clearly it had rained since he had last been to the surface, judging by the dense mists that hung over the surrounding forests and the thick damp air that condensed on his leafy appendages and bark.

 

With gnarled rooty footprints, Frond made his way a short distance from the entrance to the temple down the path to another clearing he had seen on his approach. There, amongst the rocky outcroppings and boulders, Frond closed his eyes and opened his mind to The Force. Here, unlike below the surface, The Force was even stronger. Here, Frond was easily enveloped by the limitless plants and wildlife that teemed within every few meters. With a sigh and ruffling of his leaves in the stillness, Frond arched his head back, allowing the sunlight from above to strike him fully in the face. Yes, even in the light of the day was The Force. It was pure and simple and touched every pore and crevice it exposed, bathing the aged plant-like being in its radiance and washing over the saddened Frond with a sense of peace.

 

Standing there in complete stillness for a few moments, Frond allowed himself to become lost in the flow of The Living Force as it flowed through the lives, emotions, and radiant balance of the planet. The Dark Side and The Light bound together as one, puppets for control, but within the natural order, balanced in perfection.

 

As he found his center, Frond slowly raised his hand until it was held out in front of him parallel to the ground, the saber hilt still clutched in it. With a flick of his finger, the training blade hissed to life, the illumination of the duck blue blade nearly drowned out by the radiance of color bathing the life of the planet. Knowing little about the forms of lightsaber combat and even less about how to actually perform the maneuvers, Frond slowly swung the saber about him, the blade extended outwards around his waist as he brought the blade down in a slow rhythmic maneuver, the blade twisting behind his back and moving with grace and elegance from his left hand to his right as he brought it back around to his center before circling it about his body again and again, increasing in speed with each pass as the blade slipped with ease from hand to hand rolling naturally from his viney tendrils into his awaiting palm The blade quickly became an extension of his body, The Force guiding his hands and body as the blade whirred around his stationary form. Allowing The Force to flow through him and the blade binding them together he brought the blade to rest, parallel to the ground at his would-be naval before slowing raising the blade upwards towards the sky, bending his wrists until the blade dipped behind his back within inches of his barky flesh. He could feel the vibrations of the blade as it passed so close to him. The Force guiding him to stop before the blade touched his bark covered flesh. Twisting the bade he spun it back around past his shoulder before pointing it into the air and dropping it back down only to repeat over his other shoulder. Allowing The Force to guide the blade so it did not strike his body, Frond’s maneuvers increased in speed. After this Frond continued to move the blade in different directions, allowing it to zip past his body without striking him, The Force guiding his blade and stopping him before it would strike the Neti, the ground, or the nearby boulder.

 

As the sun began to set in the distance, Frond brought the blade down in front of him towards the ground as fast as he could, deactivating the blade just before it struck the earth and using the momentum of the swing to hang the now deactivated saber along a knotty outcropping along his waist.

 

Venturing back towards the temple, Frond entered the lift and disappeared from the fading sunlight into the depths of the temple once again. Making his way to the cafeteria, Frond shuffled amongst the many other younglings as they joined the orderly lines to fill their trays with all manner of food. Frond avoided the line, scanning the room for his fellow apprentice and Sandy. He saw Kel further in the room getting food and could feel Sandy’s presence in The Force somewhere in the room, a bright beacon amongst the candles of the other trainees. Making his way through the masses towards her he smiled and gestured towards the food, ”Eat must you. Outside sunlight and water sustained I am.”

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It was a long, uneventful hyperspace journey that separated Borleias and Felucia. While still recovering from uncounted unethical surgeries, Armiena had been strongly advised against strenuous physical activity--not that the cramped confines of a Lambda-class shuttle afforded space for more than active stretching exercises. The shuttle was crammed to the gills with medical personnel, all of whom were expressing an obnoxious degree of concern for her wellbeing and her superhuman appetite, and the veteran Jedi kept to herself in the cockpit in an attempt to avoid their prying. Not having anything more to do than watch the swirling display of faster-than-light travel and read up on the degeneration of the Galactic Alliance into proto-fascism, Armiena eventually dozed off.

 

Upon hearing an alarm cry out an alert signifying their iminent reentry from hyperspace, Armiena woke up with a start and glanced about groggily, seeing that her Miraluka mother was momentarily in command of the medical shuttle from the copilot’s station. She groaned as she stretched in the pilot’s seat, disused limbs grumbling at the last several hours of inactivity.

 

“I didn’t have the heart to wake you,” Misal murmured sleepily at her daughter’s exclamation at seeing how imminent their arrival was. In seconds, the brilliant tunnel of hyperspace came to a swirled to a halt and the emerald jewel of Felucia filled the shuttle’s canopy. The Gotal Healer barged into the cockpit, muttering something about needing to input a landing code for clearance to the Jedi Temple whilst punching in a lengthy code into the shuttle’s central console. Armiena just glanced over the Gloth’s headcones with raised eyebrows. At last, it seemed, another Grandmaster had come to appreciate establishing proper security protocols.

 

The former Grandmaster’s mood was only lifted as the stark white craft descended through the jungle world’s atmosphere and the craft was dragged through a precipitous, tree-lined canyon by a series of automated tractor emplacements. No doubt there were other fortifications that were fixed into the walls of the canyon to deter invaders, Armiena decided as her eyes analyzed the formation for potential holdouts, likely quad lasers or similar anti-starfighter emplacements. Eventually, the shuttle was led into a hangar built into the base of the canyon and stiflingly humid air rushed into the cockpit as the boarding ramp lowered.

 

After disembarking, Armiena surveyed the slope up the canyon with displeasure. Already, it seemed as though she was beginning to sweat through the baggy brown robes that were the only spare clothing that she could scrounge from the shuttle. “You’ve got to be kidding me--no, don’t even think about it, I’ll manage.” Armiena groaned when a repulsorchair was produced from the shuttle. No matter how much time it would take to traverse the trail up the walls of the canyon, the prideful Alderaanian was never going to allow herself to be carted up the slope like a piece of cargo. Loosening the collar of her robes against the warm, moisture-laden air of the jungle, she set out on the muddy trail.

 

Within minutes, she was panting along the side of the trail, soaked to the skin by an brief shower and mustering her screaming muscles for another spastic burst of activity up the slope.

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Kel beamed at his master's praise, though he was disheartened by Frond's dismissal of his attempted aid. in hindsight he probably shouldn't have said anything. Sarna basically said the same things he had, but she was much more eloquent in how she spoke. in Kel's mind this served to further demonstrate the vast gap in experience between someone like himself and someone like Sarna or his grandfather.if his grandfather were still of this world he would no doubt scold Kel for his lack of tact in that moment.

 

Sarna instructed Kel and Frond to meditate on today's experiences so that they could discuss their points of view. Believing that meditating would clear his mind of these stray thoughts, Kel crossed his legs in a sitting position and clasped his hands together. he took a deep breath through his mask and slowly exhaled. He pondered Frond's method of healing and how Sarna had reacted afterwards. Kel thought that frond had committed a malpractice, albeit unintentionally. But Sarna insisted that there was a balance in it. "Frond's method is certainly a gray area. There is just as much potential for bad as there is for good. such a power would have to be used carefully, as we have just observed." Kel said while gazing at the fresh wound on Sarna's arm. He then stood up and began the walk towards his quarters. the turbo lift brought him to the first floor and then he walked towards his designated room.

 

upon entering his room, his astromech R5-N7 beeped in greeting. "Hi to you too." Kel then removed his singed Jedi robes and began changing into the garb of his people's martial artists. A purple tunicthat went down to his kness and parted at his waist, a red sash tied around his waist, and a leather harness around his chest that was connected to a pauldron on his right shoulder. The droid beeped in booped as if to say 'you got into a fight didn't you?' "No, this was a sparring match. With light sabres. big difference." Kel responded. the droid beeped again. "Yeah well, I'd like to see you fight an 8 foot neti." Kel remarked. after he finished dressing himself, Kel sat back on his bed and examined the training sabre in his hands. it was a nice weapon, but a bit too simple for his tastes. perhaps when the time came to build his own sabre, he could build one to his liking. he then left his room and proceeded to the stairs and stepped down to the second floor. He went to the archives to study the components and mechanics of light sabres. from what he had been able to gather he surmised that the core design of light sabres were almost always the same, but with slight variations often made specifically for the user. with this new information, Kel began to picture how his light sabre would look and how it would function. He spent hours looking over various components in order to figure out what parts he would need for his sabre's design to work efficiently.

 

His stomach growled loudly as it demanded sustenance. Returning to the first floor Kel went towards the cantina and proceeded to eat until he had his fill.

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Sandy sat with her legs crossed underneath her, one of the few at this temple labelled a Jedi Knight as the rest had gone to war, and she was the only one that was sitting at the Master/Apprentice section of the temple cafe. Normally she would have been feeling completely alone, but after the morning training with her two charges her mind was completely open to the force and she basked in the life that echoed around the temple. It was the first time in a very long time that she felt happy in her own skin. She smiled down at her meal of protein cubes diced in a muja fruit and nerf patte and gingerly dipped a cracker in. It did not look especially appetizing but she tucked in anyway. It was at that point as she tasted the first little bit of patte that she felt a new presence at the edges of her mind.

 

It was no Abelothian daemon from another time, it was a presence wholly familiar yet completely foreign. Though it was likely not what she initially thought she felt she grasped upon the hope that it was and stretched her presence out to Armiena and let a single flash of memory escape that she had been holding onto in her heart. The memory of chucking stones towards the distant waves with that dashing imperial knight.

 

Aidan?

 

Almost as soon as she had let her mind touch Armiena, she knew that it was not Aidan but someone likely very related to him. Sandy’s embarrassment flooded her face and the force. She resisted the urge to restrict her force presence back to the cafe in embarrassment but instead sent a message of welcome. Any friend or family member of Aidans was a friend of hers. Even if he didn’t like her that way.

 

She took another untasted bite and looked up to the two padawans. She waved them over with a flick of her hand.

 

“So what are your thoughts so far? Ready to build lightsabres and slay the sith by the thousands?” She laughed at her joke and took another bite. Her eyes scanning the room for that relation of Darkfires.

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seeing that Sarna had waved them over, Kel left his earlier spot in favor of sitting on the opposite side of the table she was sitting at. when Frond joined them, she joked and asked if we were ready to build our own light sabres and slay the sith. "I studied light sabre construction during my free time. I have an idea of how i want to build my light sabre. With the right components, I believe it could be very versatile." Kel said while clasping his fingers together. "What of you Frond? have you given any thought as to your own light sabre?" Kel asked.

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Frond smiled at his new master as she finished her bite and turned and spoke to both she and Kel. Glancing about the cafeteria, he leaned forward placing his viney tendrilled hands on the durasteel table and whispered, ”Strong is The Force this planet strong guides hands, binds saber and soul,” he said in answer, tapping his chest as he finished. ”Balanced the light by, darkness slay. The balance return. The Force must we contemplate, meditate on, understand deeper.”

 

Turning to Kel, he smiled, ”The Force guided will I be when comes time.” Patting the training saber that hung from a knotty growth near his hip, he winked, ”Suffice this until time.”

 

For the moment, Frond pondered the saber hanging at his hip and the offer to proceed forward with saber construction from his new instructor. ”Begin where Mistress? Lightsabers ancient Jed’aii as. Sabers origin the Sith are not?” Frond could not sense any darkness coming from the saber at his hip; although he could tell that the aged weapon had seen its share of combat; still he knew from his years of studying the different tenants of The Force as seen by a variety of different sects who had seen the truth of the Mind Walkers that the weapons had originated with the Sith; the very perpetrators of the misbalance in The Force today; those unnatural manipulators of The Force causing chaos and despair throughout the galaxy – The Force had told him as much; but still, the lightsaber was a beacon of lightness and of darkness; balanced as it were in The Force.

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“You are right Frond, there is a time for balance, but for now when the Sith threaten the core itself we cannot tarry and find the balance. The Imperial Knights do not and they have found success in this war, perhaps we can learn from them in that. Revan did not wait until balance could be found, he acted and saved the galaxy. Speaking of Revan actually... ”

 

She reached into her satchel and withdrew a small palm sized hunk of black crystal. Crudely carved and hewn from a wall millenia ago it radiated the darkside though Sandy kept its influence contained. This was a shard of the wall of Antenora, from the ruined planet of Dromund Kaas, a Sith stronghold that dated back at least six millenia. It was one of the artifacts attached to the Library and slated for destruction due to its persistent presence in the force. The carvings on its blackened surface shone with reflected light of a trio of Jedi with blades upheld in the Battle of Jaga's Cluster.

 

She sat it down upon the table between them.

 

“There is much to be gleaned from the past, and through a technique that Imperial Grandmaster Kyrie taught me, we can walk through history itself. ”

 

Adenna had always said the best way to lean was to jump straight in right?

 

She grabbed their hands and closed her eyes. It was a violent thing to pull the force from such an artifact, but the spirits trapped were always happy for company and surrendered themselves gladly to it. Around the three of them there was no longer a cafe but a stark white hallway of a republic heavy cruiser, and three Jedi sitting beside them, their ghostly forms crouched as in prayer. The Cafe was no where to be seen and the force was heavy upon them. They were in a vision. The three before them were obviously jedi with long experience in battle, and their demeanour carried with them the weige of many deaths. The woman jedi, their leader dressed in black robes with a stunning crimson under tunic that was smeared with dirt and blood was the first to speak. Her eyes seeing the trio of Sandy, Kel, and Frond and she smiled.

 

I am Master Haliin Kal-Kriv of the Jedi Revanchists, and these are my companions, Knights Firenz Del-boda and Jen Keely. You have come across the ages to walk with us in our final hours, before the missiles and gile of the mandalorians leave us in utter ruin. Rejoice that such times are not yet upon you.

 

Her hazel eyes glimpsed Frond and she smiled.

 

“I have seen you at the pool of knowledge little tree, I welcome you here to see the final acts of the first Revanchists, before the Jedi stirred to action. We were the sword of the republic, crying blood tears, so that the core would not suffer the fate of Serreco. Do you wish to learn this?” She extended the invitation to the three young jedi.

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Frond was taken aback by the sudden twinge of darkness that emanated through The Living Force at the sight of the black crystal. ”Revan…..” he turned the name over in his wooden mouth, he had heard that name before; but it had been a long long time ago, when he was still a young Neti, at least by galactic standards. He had already been studying with the Mind-Walker masters and journeyed to the Force-filled planet of Kashyyyk.

 

As Sandy continued to speak, Frond nodded in agreement. The past. The Future. The present. Bound together all within The Force. Taking a hand of Sandy and a hand of Kel in his oversized wooden hands, settling down uncomfortably in a chair designed for someone much smaller than the tree-like being. Soon The Force was flowing through them. Frond could feel The Force in Kel, in his master, in the distant atrium and its plant-filled interior, even radiating from the fringes of the planet and her myriad of inhabitants both sentient and not. More so, contrasting the purity of The Force as it flowed from the living beings around them, there was another presence in The Force; a dark chaotic presence – the spirits from the blackened crystal. Allowing the mingling of darkness, light, and purity to wash over and through him before suddenly he was wrenched from his mortal form in a way that was much different than when he left his physical form to walk beyond.

 

Stumbling a step as the trio found themselves standing within a bright white hallway of an ancient warship; a ship Frond was less than familiar with; however, the trio crouched before the trio of time sojourners, were different. He recognized them. Their spirits had passed beyond the mortal world to travel beyond shadows. Smiling, he bowed his head. ”Greetings Jedi. Your ways to learn honored be we,” he responded as the cruiser shook as it was hit by unseen enemy fire. Even here, in history, the Mind-Walker turned Jedi could feel The Force; only now he could feel it, raw and pulsating ablaze with holy and unholy fire as both the light and the dark struggled valiantly to find a balance. This. Battle the balance for. Honor it is. This was the darkness that had consumed Kashyyyk for countless centuries, permeating the fabric of the world. Here was the light that drove it back, striving for the balance. He could feel that raging light in the three Jedi before them. They were who he sought to emulate. To bring back the balance.

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Kel watched as Sarna pulled out a small black crystal from her satchel. the crystal had this strange, almost alluring quality to it. Kel could tell that this crystal was strong with the dark side of the force, perhaps even stronger than the Sith lord's weapons she had shown them before. Sarna had no doubt brought the crystal before them so that they could experience another vision of sorts. she placed the crystal on the table before them and proceeded to grasp each of our hands in her own and closed her eyes. she appeared to be very eager to show us what history the crystal held. Though Kel still trusted that she would not have showed them this if she didn't believe the two of them could handle it. So kel closed his eyes as well and grasped Frond's other hand in his own while Sarna did the rest.

 

When Kel opened his eyes he saw that he and his colleagues were standing in the white hallway of a republic cruiser. standing before them were three other Jedi that were kneeling in prayer. their master Haliin introduced herself and her fellow knights Firenz and Jen as Revanchists. Kel did not expect that Sarna's technique would actually allow them to travel through time and interact with spirits of the past. the spirits had offered to teach us in their final moments. the force and their dedication to it was truly awe inspiring to the young Doran. "it would be my pleasure to learn from you Master Haliin."

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Revanchist Keely brought her robed arm up to hold her ghostly palm before them. She was a cathar Jedi, and her light fur rippled with repressed emotion. For in this time of the galaxy the Mandalorians had conducted the Cathar Genocide, and it was the wholesale decimation of her people that had finally stirred the youngest knights and masters to follow Revan into the outer rim to fight in the Mandalorian War. Her voice was but a purr but it carried to each of their ears with soft adamance. Her yellow-green slit pupils narrowed as she spoke. Her voice was a singsong and wove the tale of the young Revanchists of which she was a member.

 

“I feel that the jedi order from which you beckon has begun its first steps in finally reacting to the threats before them. For us it was the Mandalorians, for you the Sith. Councils of enlightened beings are slow to action for they quest to do what is right. For them, balance of the force is a razors edge, stray a little and you will fall fully in the embrace of one or another. To intervene in war is to bathe yourself in the darkside, a path they believe you may never recover from. This was the lesson that they decreed upon us, forbidding us to go and join the erstwhile Republic in its midrim wars. They sat in endless debate as countless worlds burned and populations were exterminated to serve Kad Ha’rangir the mandalorian god of war. If we had been proactive in this conflict, before Serreno, Cathar, Taraasanct, we would have faced the Crusaders openly and defeated them. But our delay fractured the republic and trillions died screaming for the Jedi to save them.

 

“We had been deceived you see, by ill teachings of purity. For is it not our duty to wade into the dark to find the light that hides within it? That is how we were formed young Jedi, to sacrifice ourselves and our purity on the altar of war. To save trillions from Kad Ha’rangir at the cost of us few thousand. I do not regret our actions, even with thousands of years to reflect. I would die here again a million times to save those in the core. Though we are tainted by the final fall of our leader.”

 

She looked silently as Haliin who nodded approvingly. Then she spoke again as the lights in the corridor turned a deep amber then red.

 

“We strive to fight in the darkness to save the innocent. Revanchism is a lonely life, as your quest will take you far from the safety of the temples and farther still from diplomacy. You would live by the sabre and die by it. A watchcircle to protect the core from the Sith and their allies.”

 

She held a hand out to stop any questions before she continued, hefting her lightsabre as the corridor shook and armoured figures appeared.

 

“Watch and learn young jedi, you cannot intervene and this is a tragic tale no matter how it is spun.”

 

The trio of Old Republic Revanchists charged into battle, pulling heavily upon the force to force their opponents to stop. The jedi used a mix of older fighting styles to defeat incoming blaster bolts, of which the apprentices could glean, but it was in their fighting in close quarters with the Mandalorians that they shone. Battle of Jaga's Cluster took place over thousands of warships, but the outcome was written in the battle of this lonely corridor. Three Jedi and a handful of Republic troopers against a storm of Mandalorian Iron.

 

The already tired and battleworn jedi fought well and kept the corridor in Republic hands for over an hour. Almost a hundred mandalorians were felled but combat could only last so long. The Jedi drew heavier upon the force as their bodies failed them, quickening muscles to reflect, or strengthening them for a blow. Soon it was only the force itself that kept them in the fight. It was a palatable change in the fight. The Jedi moved faster, sometimes faster than Sandy’s eyes could track as they surrendered themselves to the force. Their bodies breaking with every move. In the end it was not mandalorian blasters that felled them, for their bodies broke and one by one the jedi fell lifeless. Master Haliin Kal-Kriv was last and slew the Field Marshal of the Mandalorians in single combat, blood streaming from her pores as the force itself tore her apart. In the end she collapsed upon a mound of lifeless iron and breathed her last. Returning to the force.

 

Sandy muttered something and they were back in the present. In a cafe filled with life.

 

“What did you learn?”

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The Force pulsated, warning Frond before the horde of Mandalorian barbarians descended upon them. Listening to the Mast speak, he silently questioned some of her words and thoughts. Yet, still these Jedi seemed to be more understanding in finding a balance between the dark and the light and not outright shunning of one side over the other. Light cloaked darkness in. Balance sought.

 

Frond did not have much more time to contemplate the Jedi’s speech as she cautioned them against intervening whilst she and her fellows dove into battle. Three beams of energy sheathed in the invisible cocoon of The Force, light and dark, balanced as they held their ground, defending the cause of light against the misbalance of darkside wrought destruction. Frond’s eyes fell on the Jedi Knight Firenz and his mastery of The Way of The Mynock, glued to the subtle shifts in body weight and tight blade work as he deflected blaster bolts into the white walls around them. The Jedi stood a sentinel whose feet barely moved as he became a living wall of energy and The Force blocking incoming attacks whilst allowing the Republic troopers behind him to return a barrage of fire into the advancing Mandalorian warriors. The Knight was a beacon of The Force, allowing the lightside to pulsate through him as he fought alongside his comrades. Frond watched in awe. This was a master of the ways of the saber, and he sought to commit all he saw to memory; absorbing the visions into the very woodwork of his being.

 

Standing there, Frond wished that he could partake in the fight. The Force was strong as it surged through the narrow battlefield-hallway. As the battle pressed onwards, soldier after soldier fell and still, Knight Firenz and his entourage stood their ground; his fellow Jedi pressing their attack as e stood a wall of defense. Soon stacks of fallen Mandalorians littered the floor interspersed by the occasional fallen Republic Commando. Frond could feel the Jedi and troopers tiring. The troopers’ weapons were running low. Soon they would be unable to return fire and still the forces of darkness pressed forward. Even as their rifles gave way, the soldiers continued to fight, resorting to their sidearms, blades, and explosives. The Mandalorians continued to surge forward; countless enemies intent on fulfilling their religious duty of destruction and war. Yet still, the battle pressed on, the unending horde falling to the small hold out of light. The servants of darkness forming a mountain of lifelessness. Over time, trooper after trooper fell until all that remained of the forces of light were the three Jedi: A single sentinel standing amongst the bodies and two whirling dervishes of light-side wrought destruction.

 

In the hours as the battle wore on, the bodies of the Jedi tired and tired quickly passing beyond the edge of mortal stamina. As time passed, The Force grew stronger and stronger; enveloping the weaknesses and exhaustion that sought to overcome the Jedi. The Jedi continued to press forward growing stronger, faster, and more honed, whereas the normal soldiers grew tired, weak, and prone to mistakes. The Force took their bodies as they opened themselves up to it completely. Eventually, they were nothing more or less than mere avatars of The Force, their bodies bound together by The twisting invisible sinews of The Force instead of mere flesh and bone; blades flashing beyond the ability of Frond’s eyes to follow until finally they were consumed by the all-encompassing power that is The Force – They were the light that stood against the darkness, seeking the balance by resisting the overabundance of dark. Frond felt The Force pulsing through the Jedi before him, clear, crisp, alive and energized with power. Even as he watched, he allowed The Force to flow through him. Despite the fact that he could not assist these warriors in combat; he was one with them in The Force and could support them from beyond the ages through The Force. The Force transcends time.

 

As the Jedi finally fell, succumbing to the will of The Force, the image drew to a close and Frond found himself seated back in the cafeteria of the Jedi Temple.

 

Glancing about the room, Frond was stunned momentarily as the volatile energies that were The Force subsided back into the calmness that was the Felucian temple. Exhaling deeply, Frond looked at Sandy, ”Against darkness stood the light. The Force to given over. Sabers beacons justice.” Leaning forward with slow creaking of his wooden being, he whispered, ”To The Force open I be must. Master Firenz master defender. His way learn I must.”

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Nearly an hour later, Armiena Draygo managed to climb, crawl, and drag her body up the trail to the entrance to the Jedi Temple and collapsed by the controls to the elevator. Only halfway into the trek up the canyon wall, Armiena’s thigh muscles had given way and she was forced to pause by the swide of the trail, waving off an offer of a replsuorchair when Master Gloth’s medical stafff overtook them. Shortly afterwards, a warm drizzle began to fall upon the valley and mist began to waft up the wooded walls of the canyon. Within minutes, the veteran Jedi had been drenched in warm mist, and the previously-pristine robes that she had borrowed were laden with a mixture of mud, sweat, and rain.

 

Every jungle, it seemed, was determined to make Draygo as oppressively uncomfortable as possible.

 

But she had made it, and even if all she could do was stretch out the overuse of her thighs and reach out to the Force for rejuvenation, Armiena had proven to herself that she could still tolerate physical exhaustion. After a few minutes of oppressive humidity in the turbolift to the underground Temple, the climate control kicked in and the warmth was blasted away by wonderful, blessed air conditioning. A very different type of warmth flooded her cheeks moments later when an unfamiliar mind touched hers and shared a foreign memory of a beach on a distant world, of skipping rocks along a sun-blasted ocean by the shoulders of arboreal giants… of a girlish rush of exhilaration upon seeing her own son.

 

“What in the blazes…” Armiena would have jolted to her feet and paced the turbolift, but her legs didn’t seem to be motivated to obey her commands at the moment. She hadn’t felt that ridiculous, giggly, bashful, irrational rush since she was a teenager. This girl had recently seen Aidan, and it seems had developed something of an infatuation for him.

 

“Mum, who is this girl who's crushing on my son?”

 

The old Miraluka cackled and rubbed her hands together. Fitted with a temporary prosthetic, she was leaning against the wall of the turbolift. “That will be Knight Sandy Senya. Oh, oh-ho, that girl took quite a fancy to Aidan. This will be entertaining. You'll know her when you see her--she has some rather… prominent scars. Oh, I wish I could be there when you meet her, but duty calls.”

 

“It's that bad?” The younger Draygo buried her face in her hands.

 

“The child can't possibly be older than seventeen.”

 

Armiena’s groan of dismay was cut short by an obnoxiously upbeat chime that sounded when the turbolift reached the first level of the Jedi Temple. She climbed to her feet, helped reluctantly by an offered hand from her geriatric mother. Her legs felt like leaden stilts as she staggered through the open-air lobby of the Temple. As expected, the usual smattering of eyes followed their passage, but Armiena realized with a pang that few of the eyes were directed towards her. Her mother had forgone the traditional veils or even the more modern eyebands that her species tended to wear in public, instead electing to openly bare her eyeless gaze--a rare sight in the galaxy. The former Grandmaster, for her part, had not been sighted by the Jedi in nearly five years and she had lost so much weight that she was difficult to recognize.

 

Having been strangers to the Jedi for years, the voice of a pimply Padawan cried out when the two bypassed the lobby and instead wandered deeper into the Temple.

 

“Excuse me, Masters, but can I help the two of you find… um… miss?” The boy’s voice drifted away when the two halted.

 

“Do you want to do it or shall I?” Armiena smirked at her mother.

 

“Ma’am?”

 

Armiena turned away and waved the Twi’lek boy off. “Just call me Draygo.”

 

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Several minutes later, Armiena had finally limped towards the Temple’s cafeteria. A current of cold air wafted through her damp brown robes, causing the veteran Jedi to shiver and shove a thin cloth cap onto her bald forehead. She spotted Senya almost immediately on her way to the cafeteria line; the young Jedi Knight barely more than a child, slight of build and almost diminutive in height. Senya would have appeared frail if the facial scars didn’t hint at her surviving some past ordeal, possibly an unexpected encounter with an explosive device. Her company was just as distinctive: a strange, plantlike creature that appeared to have more resemblance to something that hailed from Kashyyyk than any sapient species that she had ever encountered--and Armiena was positive that she’d never encountered one of his kind; and a Kel Dor, a species that she had absolutely no skill at reading, but the crimson sash that he wore on one shoulder suggested an attachment to an unknown society or tradition.

 

Lost in thought, Armiena mumbled instructions only occasionally and somehow managed to come away from the cafeteria line with a flatbread sandwich that had been overstuffed with some unidentifiable meat and sauce-sodden vegetables. She sat down heavily on an unoccupied bench that faced the entrance to the cafeteria. Her comlink chimed once as she pondered over a cup of synth caf--as usual for Jedi rations, overroasted and unpleasantly bitter, but it was at least caffeinated and so excessively hot that one barely noticed the flavor.

 

Her comlink chimed once. She withdrew a capsule from her belt and downed a pill with the assistance of the caf.

 

Armiena stared into the ceramic mug, the forms of the young Jedi Knight and her cadets unfocused in the background. The sandwich lay forgotten and gradually oozed an orange-red sauce as it cooled.

 

She was going to need a lot of caf for this conversation.

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Kel watched as the three revanchists battled against the Mandolorians. despite the vast difference in numbers, the Jedi and their republic troops kept the invaders at bay for what felt like an eternity. The confined space of the hallway practically eliminated the Mandolorian's aerial advantage. The Jedi slew the invaders left and right while deflecting any laser fire that came their way. One of the jedi, Jen, used the force to grab the grenades of her fallen foes and lobbed them at the invaders. A clever tactic that Kel would be certain to make use of if the situation called for it. the Invader's armor proved to be very resilient even taking a few hits from the Jedi's light sabres. But even their armor could not stop the jedi when they drew deeply from the force to press their assault. by the end of the battle the Mandolorians were defeated and the Jedi fell lifelessly on the floor as the overexertion of their bodies and the force took its toll. their blood pooled from their bodies as the remaining troops went to collect their fallen comrades.

 

the battleground faded from Kel's vision and the cantina came back into view. The events of the past weighed heavily on Kel as he attempted to comprehend the battle... No, war, he had just witnessed. the revanchists gave their lives to ensure victory against an army of warmongers. If the spirits of the revanchists could be trusted, then the Jedi had allowed the mandolorians to ravage planet after planet. The jedi were peace keepers were they not? why had they not stepped in sooner? much of the past was a mystery to Kel, perhaps the darkside had clouded their vision and they couldn't grasp the bigger picture? Was this why the galaxy remained plagued by wars to this day? The sith cause imbalance by their mere existence. The revanchists sought to light that darkness by fighting in its depths. Wars will continue to cause strife through out the galaxy. The Sith limit our ability to prevent such wars from happening. "I believe the time has come for a new kind of Jedi. a group that possesses an active role in the galaxy's current state of affairs." Kel gazed at the dark crystal on the table "One that can prevent such tragedies from happening again." Kel said.

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Sandy’s emerald green eyes caught the sight of Master Draygo the moment she walked into the cafe line. A precursory check of the force in the room gave her no respite and her embarrassment flooded her cheeks a tinge of crimson again before she forced herself to concentrate on the two padawan’s before her. She smiled slightly and took a bite of her now cold food before pushing it aside.

 

“Luckily for us, the obstructionist council that existed back then does not exist today. Darex and Jaina are some of our most powerful warriors, we don’t need to exist outside the order to strike against the Sith like the revanchists did in their day. I think when you both are Jedi Knights, we can make quite the difference in the wars to come.” Her emerald gaze flicked back to the woman sitting a distance away, and Sandy gulped down the last drop of her Limillian tea. The woman’s face was overly familiar, other than sharing some characteristics with Aidan’s, she had seen it carved in stone in the temple at Gala. SHe had aged since then, and was a hell of a lot thinnner. But her spirit was strong, if conflicted. She was an old grand master from the galactic civil war. “Gentlemen, as you may have no doubt felt in the force, I have someone to talk to, you may accompany me if you wish, but I would like it if you both stayed, finished your meal, and researched the planet called Ilum. Where we will go to find your lightsabre crystals.”

 

Sandy stood and walked around the table until she she strode up to the table where Armiena Draygo, a powerful Jedi Master and one that had slain many enemies sat, staring into her coffee. Nervousness tickled at the corners of Sandy’s mind as she bowed before the woman. Suddenly very self conscious of her scars, not only on her face, but the ones that lined her bare arms in cruel gashes. Some obviously from self harm, others in the lines of a flaying from the Togorian Slavers. Those had been the most painful, cruel senseless torture from which Sandy was still recovering. Not a great first impression for a mother of her crush to see. But they showed the history of Sandy Senya, Jedi Knight. And she would not hide from them, even if they embarrassed her to seven hells. Her voice was hesitant and embarrassed as she spoke in a rush.

 

“Master Jedi, I apologize for disturbing you earlier.”

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As his fellow apprentice spoke, Frond felt a shift in The Force; moreover, in his master's presence in it. The mixtures of force signatures in constant flux as he reached out through the temple to the grounds beyond were too hard for him to monitor with any degree of accuracy, however his master, who he was more attuned to, her signature in The Force had notably flexed all of a sudden. Frond nodded slowly at Sandy’s suggestions, watching her as she left them and went to meet with another being, one whose signature was clear and notable in The Force when one knew what they were looking for.

 

Turning to his fellow apprentice, ”Nourishment mine,” he pointed upwards, ”the sun. Ilium crystal sabers. Research?” Leaning forward with a twinge of embarrassment playing in his voice as he confessed, ”Aged am I. Read cannot. Peace The Force learned teaching through. Reading need no before ever.”

 

Continuing he invited Kel to join him in a bit of hooky, instead of their assignment, which, he undoubtedly would struggle with given the crossroads of literature and technology – two fields that he never invested in much, if at all. ”Contemplating combat visions Revanchists. Ponder practice should we. Surface Graveyard Rancors me join you?” He inclined his head towards the exit leading to the lift back to the surface before standing with a cracking and popping of wood as he turned and shuffled out of the room, reaching out to try and noticeably touch the mind of his master with his own, willing the calmness of his plant-based longevity to his master in her nervous state.

 

Making his way to the lift without a word, Frond made his way to the surface, his training saber hanging at his side the only outward sign that he had even been in the temple. Pausing to take in the thick humid air filled with sunlight, Frond could feel the life giving energies of the world flowing through him as well as he could feel The Living Force before shuffling off into the underbrush towards the distant Rancor Graveyard, complete with its plethora of deceased predators as well as some that still wandered freely and those seeking a place to die in peace, following their own, unknown rancoric culture.

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After Sarna had left them to go speak with their new visitor, Frond mentioned that he was illiterate and would rather go and train. Luckily Kel had already studied Illum during his research on light sabre construction. So Kel walked with Frond and relayed what he had learned during his spare time while they rode the turbo lift to the surface. "Frond, you need to know that Ilum is an ice planet. So naturally it's very cold there. we'll have to bundle up. Especially you, last I checked, plants didn't do so well in subzero temperatures. Ilum rich in kyber crystals. so much so that the jedi consider it a sacred place. The jedi hold a ritual there called the gathering. this is when padawans like us attempt a trial in order to find our crystals. it's a right of passage that every jedi goes through. You should be careful Frond. this will be our most difficult task yet." Kel warned.

 

Kel followed Frond as they entered a graveyard of sorts. the area was riddled with the skeletal remains of rancors and their prey. Kel only hoped that a Rancor wouldn't stray in while he and frond were here. he doubted that they would be a match for such a beast when all they were armed with were these training sabres. he then pulled out his communicator from his pocket and contacted his droid. "R5, head to our ship and meet me at these coordinates. We might need a pick up. Or in the worst case scenario, some covering fire." Kel said. He then placed the communicator back in his pocket.

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