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 Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 9:23 pm
This Training Hall is split into eight rooms, each which has settings that are a bit odd. Each room can be changed into a different setting, which are non-lethal but can cause quite a bit of distraction. Here, also, trainees are only able to use training sabers, which numb the places they strike without lasting harm. There are always droids watching, making sure the fighting doesn't go beyond peaceful spars.
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 10:19 pm
[ S c y t h e W o l f ]  A woman, petite in stature came into the temple swiftly, a strange pack of creatures following behind her, catching the attention of many who were not familiar with the master or her pack. The Jedi female was obviously a master by the way the force interacted with her. Another clue was the uniqueness of her robes. They were in varying shades of lavender, the lightest of which was closest to her and the top layers getting progressively darker, they had wide sleeves that almost brushed the floor, they floated slightly as she walked. She looked to be an exotic kind of beauty, with deep violet eyes, though one was concealed beneath a black eye patch. Her hair was long and onyx, swept into a series of braids.
She paused for a moment letting her senses roam the temple before deciding on a path, she stepped into one of the lifts that brought her to the training floor. There she chose a room and flipped the holo-shield so nothing would escape the room.
"Request?" Came the computers automated voice.
"Training program 13-A5 113-6." Came a cold reply, there was a pause, silence filled by the hum of the computer as it searched for the right program.
"This is a Level 13 Simulation program, because of it's severity and danger a password is required. Password please." Younglings trained at levels 1 and 2, Padawans at Levels 3-5, Knights at 6-8 and Masters at Levels 9-11. Most Masters trained at Level 10, a true challenge and test of skill for a master who had been one with the force for many years, but Scythe was not a master with a concept of limits.
"ScytheWolf."
"Password Valid. Your vitals will be monitored throughout the exercise, however, it will not be ended until the target is either completed or you are in a critical state. Is this understood?" Scythe's expression was unreadable as she listened before her lips parted to speak.
"Understood."
"Exercise will commence at your word-"
"Go." Almost instantly droidekas ejected from the walls, a dozen or so, blasters already firing. She brought her hand up and shoved the droids back as they kept firing until she enganged the lighscythe around the scytheblade. From there she spun the blade, deflecting the blasters into the walls of the room. Super Battle droids were now appearing as Scythe scurried towards the droidekas, there was no letting up, there would be wave after wave. Scythe came down upon the first droideka, flicking the light blade from her scythe as it went through the deflector and into the droideka, splitting it in two with a small explosion throwing both Scythe and the droid beside it into a wall. There was a sheild at the entrance to the room so no stray blasters could leave but people could still see and enter the room. By now Meze and a few other padawans were standing at the door, watching in awe.
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 9:59 pm
Ren||Jedi Master||Healer  Ren came to investigate what everyone was standing around the doors to the Training Hall. As she looked into the room, she saw Scythe using the Level 13 Simulation again.
She chuckled lightly at the way the Padawans were staring in awe at her, causing a few of them to jump on look behind them. Ren gave them a small, friendly smile before going back to watching Scythe.
'Sycthe's at it again. She really needs to learn what limits are. Not even Grand Master Rednal trains at this level.' She thought to herself.
Ren continued to watch quietly. Sycthe needed all her concentration for the simulation._______________________________________________________________________________________ There is no emotion; there is peace.
There is no ignorance; there is knowledge.
There is no passion; there is serenity.
There is no death; there is the Force.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 8:34 am
[ S c y t h e W o l f ]
Scythe knew at all times who was outside of the barrier so it was no surprise to her when Master Ren passed by the room. She had seen her once in passing since her return to the temple from her last mission but mostly kept to herself. She kept her concentration but occasionally her eye would glance to over to make sure the shield was still up. That was how the program was set, others were welcome to join but it would only send out what that individual could handle based upon readings. Not even individual council members themselves would deal with what she was fighting right now...nor what the program was going to bring out next. She brought her blade onto the fourth SB [Super Battle] Droid that session with little more effort than if she were taking a stroll. She shifted to her other foot and swung her scythe over into another SB droid, sending smoking parts into a droideka.
This was a no holds barred, all out method for the training program to figuratively get it's aggression out, if a machine had been programed with aggression that is. If any others kept on this manner of defense they would surely exhaust themselves. In this program one could not simply defend themselves, they needed to take the offensive as well before they were overrun, better to take them out right away then to let them build numbers.
Scythe was in an all out frenzy now, her demeanor remained as calm and apathetic as ever but she was constantly moving. She would swing her scythe around into another SB droid then lengthen her grip on the staff to catch a rolling droideka. Both split in half, she would force push the pieces into other droids with great impact as they would literately crush the droids they collided with.
Scythe twisted around and brought her scythe down on another of the SB droids. She used a short burst of force push to slam another droideka into another of it's kind. Disrupting the shields. She slammed her scythe into the next SB droid and twisted as the blaster of another had shot into her back. She stepped foreward, leaving her scythe in the other droid as it fell over and set her hands on the droid, ripping it in two with her bare hands. There was no force involved with this action, pure strength which left one to wonder just how much Scythe's body posessed. She turned and dropped, pulling her scythe from the droid in time to sink it into another mechanical menace.
She paused and drew the force in, cycling it through herself. There was a moment when time seemed to stop as she sent the force out in a powerful, shock wave, like a sonic boom. The droids smashed into the walls and she kept them there until they were but bits of scrap metal, sparking occasionally. The program stopped as the last droid fell. She looked up with the single violet eye.
"That is all for today I should think." She said aloud to herself and disengaged her blade. She knew she was needed for some....meeting or other and proceeded to leave the training room, walking past the younglings and padawans in awe. Her wolves trotted up to her as she lef the room
"Master Ren" She turned to the master and gave a nod of the head. Her eye scanned the hall. "I trust you are well?" She asked, her voice and face were completely void of emotion, infact even with the force it was impossible to sense any emotion within her. It wasn't that she was dark, but .....completely without any hint.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 4:13 pm
Ren||Jedi Master||Healer ((I checked out the Rankings List and it seems you are to be a Council Member now.)) Ren chuckled lightly again. It was so easy to impress the Younglings and Padawans. The slightest show of power and they were in awe.
"Councilor Sycthe" She said, turning her attention to Sycthe. "Yes, I am well. And I take it by your performance here, you are well as well?" It was more of a statement then a question. But, still a question none the less. Ren was ready to haul Sycthe down to medical wing and give her a check-up if the answer was no.
She glanced over at the Younglings and Padawans. They were still staring at Sycthe in awe. This caused Ren to chuckle yet again.
"Looks like you have a fan club now."_______________________________________________________________________________________ There is no emotion; there is peace.
There is no ignorance; there is knowledge.
There is no passion; there is serenity.
There is no death; there is the Force.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 5:46 pm
[ S c y t h e W o l f ]
Scythe cringed internally at the title. She still was uncomfortable with the promotion after all these years but she was one of the oldest Jedi in the order now.
"Just Master, please." She said softly. "I am well, have you taken on a new padawan yet?" She asked quietly, her eye wandering to the padwans and younglings. She would have smiled were she capable, they were so young and full of promise, they had yet to see the things she and the other masters had, but in the back of her mind, she knew they would sometime...hopefully not to soon. She felt the jedi had earned some time of peace, after the purge and war after war. She hoped for that much. Something tugged at her mind, from somewhere in the galaxy.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 11:43 pm
Ren||Jedi Master||Healer "No, noy yet. I was on my way to check on a couple of the older Padawans when I got side-tracked." She said with a smirk as she watched the Younglings and Padawans.
They had started up one of the training simulation. Thankful, it was one of the lower level ones. One that they could easily handle by themselves. Ren glanced at Sycthe while she watched them.
"Is something wrong? You seem a bit distracted." She asked._______________________________________________________________________________________ There is no emotion; there is peace.
There is no ignorance; there is knowledge.
There is no passion; there is serenity.
There is no death; there is the Force.
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 10:43 am
[ S c y t h e W o l f ]
Scythe looked over to Ren and shook her head.
"No, just sensing subtle changes in the force across the galaxy...disturbances that are of minor consequence. " She said, though she was genuinely interested in what she had felt for that briefest of moments. It had been so long since she sensed someone as old as she, she wondered, they seemed familiar...Scythe pulled herself from her thoughts, looking back to the master once again. "I'm afraid I must cut this short. I'll leave you to your search, may the force be with you." She said with a bow of her head, she turned and walked towards the lift, her wolves following.
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 4:44 pm
Ren||Jedi Master||Healer "Ah, I see. I am also sensing something. But probably not the same thing you are." She said with a shrug. "No, that's ok. With you're new position, you are probably very busy. May the force also be with you." She continued, giving Sycthe a bow on her own.
With that said, Ren turned to continue down the way she had been going. She glanced once more at the Younglings and Padawans and chuckle again for what would not be the last time for today. They seemed like they would be fine by themselves. They knew not to try a level above their recommended levels.
Ren, nodding once when a Youngling looked at her, started walking down the hallway. A small smile graced her face._______________________________________________________________________________________ There is no emotion; there is peace.
There is no ignorance; there is knowledge.
There is no passion; there is serenity.
There is no death; there is the Force.
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 2:43 am
Strong Wing sat in the meditative stance that was so readily taught to the younglings, the basics being just sitting cross legged on the ground and relaxing your mind and body. There was a large lightsaber in front of him, as were there a single training blade in front of each and every student in this little class. Strong Wing didn't speak as he finished relaxing his breathing and took up the blade, with one gentle flutter of his wings he was on his feet, his elongated torso stretching him to full height. There was no need to speak as he took an opening stance and all the younglings followed suit, mimicking his movements as he went through the various stages of Form III. It was a simple pattern that was easily mimicked and with each repetition they sped it up until they were moving at an average pace but still in control of their actions. After nearly thirty minutes of continued repetition Strong Wing disengaged his saber and bowed to the students, "Now Little ones pair up and show that you understand the meaning of the style."
This was an easier thing to understand then some of the lessons they would face, but it was by no means simple. They all paired up, ignited their sabers and readied themselves for direct confrontation with a fellow student. Eight of the students understood the meaning and used the style defensively, avoiding their opponents attacks with ease and showing it's true nature. Eight of Eighteen wasn't a great number, but it showed that eight of these children understood concepts easily and wouldn't require much instruction after training. These other ten would need further instruction, but for the most part they were just young and eager, attacking once coupled was only natural.
"Stop. Please put your blades away and sit once again," Once they were all in a group Strong began speaking again, " Soresu is different then the other styles. It focuses on tight movements that keep the blade close at hand, why? To keep the body safe, and to keep your motions under control. If you keep yourself calm and use the style practically you will never be hurt by a forward attack, you are far from invincible but anything short of a devised strategy or a sudden change in the fight will not be able to penetrate the tight guard. Also you will be using much less energy than your opponent by focusing on guarding instead of lashing out. In this way you may never have to strike your foe to bring him down, you can draw out his energy and let him pass out justly. It is much better to win a fight with no blood then win a war with a sea around you. Now get going your next lesson begins in the garden."
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TheManWhoLivesintheClouds
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 7:57 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 3:27 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 12:20 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 10:07 pm
[ S c y t h e W o l f ] The meditation room was the last on the hall, a wide room, with all windows blocked of light from the outside, while the half-globe of the room was currently bathed in pale blue light from a holocron. A ghostly figure of a pale woman in what looked to be scantily-clad sith robes, markings of the same design, her features were sharp, fierce. It could be seen from the open door to the hallway, heard if one stood in it's frame.
When I had first come to the temple, it was under the guise of a gray jedi, seeking the light. The council was weary of me, but one, they were right to be I was after all, a sith. A knight did not outright trust me, In the far back reaches of his mind he remembered me perhaps. However he couldn't have been sure, my master had cleaned his mind with the force. I still held hate for the man none the less, he had once stolen something precious to me, my child.
However, I was allowed to stay at the temple and learn, it was foreign to me, this environment. It was nothing like the sterile laboratories, who's walls and spaces were always cold. Who's people, and masters even colder. Younglings were allowed to run free, they were not sharply struck for speaking out of turn, but instead gently corrected. Apprentices had warm relationships with their masters, they were not forced to endlessly train, to constantly better themselves through battle, instead they were taught patience, calm, meditation in addition to their training. At first I was unwilling to let their teachings effect me at all, I even despised them, hated them, jealous for the lack a pain in their childhoods. Eventually, I came to reason through meditation, I came to forgiveness of my past. The more I did, the farther away from my original mission I became. The darkness began to fade from my form.
Eventually I was forcibly paired with the one whom I hated, but even in my path towards the light I had forgiveness for him as well. Enough not to outright destroy him. Away from the temple we became civil. Civility turned to peace, peace to understanding, understanding to friendship, and eventually...love. However, like a forbidden love in the Jedi Order, we were forced to keep it from the council's prying eyes, my knight was eager to win a seat in their circle. I was fine with that, it also kept it from my sith masters, who had by now had probably considered me dead.
In our love, another life had been conceived. Not willing to risk loosing this child as I had in the past, I fled to the forests of Lake Country on Naboo. I had our child in secret, and we named her Lulu. She was a sweet gentle thing, but even I knew that my altered genetics had tainted this poor child. Her father brought her to the temple, when she was old enough, we both held hope that we could minimize the abnormalities that would wreak havoc. This poor girl was a berserker, her anger, effecting her strength, her manipulations in the force, making them nearly unbearable to controll. In her younger years she was manageable, and I watched from the shadows as my lover and other mentors trained her well. When she reached her eve of padawanhood, she lost control, none of us could help it, the damage to herself was permanent. In fear, I left to perhaps find something to help, to fix what my genetics had cursed with.
I came back years later and in dismay, to find nothing, but I took her on as my padawan, with my lover's urging to his fellow council members. I had brought her almost to knighthood before a mission had gone awry. My Lover came to find us after our distress beacon had reached the temple. My old sith master had found me, and to torture me for being untrue to him, he told my love of what I really was. An abomination, human, perhaps at one time, but experimented on in sith laboritories, designed to be the perfect villan, to infiltrate without giving my true-self away, my dark-self. Despite my attempts to convince my lover that the darkness was long since past from my life, he battled me to near-death. Once again stealing my child away. I was scorned and broken, once again returning to the bitter, lonely, hate-filled solace that was the dark-side. My heart burns for him, and once again the longing to kill restored to my veins.
The woman's voice was sad, even until the end. However the tale seemed not to effect the female knight that watched it. The holocron cast a pale blue hue on her impassive face. Scythe stared at the woman, her thoughts unknown to all but herself as she watched the face of the woman tell the tale, the face that would look similar to the one who watched it. If anyone knew Scythe's background, it would be easy enough to put the pieces together, she was the daughter of a sith who had turned to the light side but fallen back again, and a council member of the Jedi, a nobel profession which perhaps inspired her position now. However, Scythe was not like her father, she had no designs to hold the seat, it was thrust upon her for her wisdom and age. She mused upon her parents further, and wondered, faintly, in the back of her mind what it meant to love passionately, or feel passion at all.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 3:21 pm
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