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Far-Far-Away Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 1:16 pm
Pael Kor  This is the DataPad for Pael Kor, whose sponsor is [Kako]. Unless you have explicit permission from Pael or his sponsor, please refrain from using this DataPad.
Personal Information
Name: Pael Kor
Sponsor: [Kako]
Planet of Origin: Iridonia
Racial identity: Zabrak
Sex: Male
Age: Ten
Rank: Sith Initiate (Youngling)
Personal Stats
Logic: 3 (+11)
Intuition: 3 (+16)
Agility: 4
Strength: 4
Force Awareness: 3 (+22)
Experience: 36 Completed Training Sessions
Session No: oo1
Session No: oo2
Session No: oo3
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 5:10 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 5:11 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 5:12 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 5:19 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 8:19 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 6:35 pm
Training Session #1 -
So, emotions... Pael thinks to himself as he walks away from the Training Room, I can do that. Though the custom of teaching Zabrak young martial arts wasn't as prevalent in cities as it was in the smaller villages of Iridonia, his parents had still made sure he was educated in combat at a very young age. He had always let his emotions out through sparring and practice, so "meeting" the force this seemed simple.
As the forms he knew required an open area, Pael headed towards the courtyard. Upon arriving, he chose an open spot that was easily viewed. Secretly, he was hoping that another student may stumble upon him practicing. Kako had told him that his combat abilities were impressive for a 10-year-old, he wanted to see if that was true or not. As he was lacking a partner and didn't want to damage any trees, Pael assumed the neutral position that preluded many of the forms he had been taught. He held this position for a moment as he thought... What sort of Emotion did the Master mean? Anger, Fear, Joy... I guess any of them should work. Well, I'm really excited but I don't think that counts as an emotion... Pael shifts from the starting position to the first move of the form, Well, what does it matter how I'm feeling right now? I can do this. Without thinking, he counted the steps of the form under his breath as he performed them. Every thrust, block, and step flowed smoothly into the next. He was performing his favorite form, one of the last he had learned before he left Iridonia. When traveling with Kako, he had performed it whenever he felt homesick or lonely. By now, almost every motion was performed via muscle memory rather than planning or recalling the steps. Homesick... I do miss Mom and Dad... Pael thinks as he performs the closing steps of the form, I haven't had a chance to write to them since I left home. I hope they're alright. On the final move, Pael steps on a small stone and stumbles.
Though his impulse is to shoot his hands out to catch himself, Pael wraps his arms close around him and rolls as he falls. He had broken his wrist when he was younger for not remembering to do this, his master - his OLD master, he reminded himself - had been so disappointed. His old master... What would his old master have to say about his ridiculous behavior now!? Cursing himself for allowing his mind to wander, he gets to his feet and hurriedly finishes the closing steps. Slightly more determined and a bit angry with himself, he returns to the starting position and begins another form.
Determined to not disgrace his former master again, he puts an intense amount of focus into every strike. Soon, he starts counting off the steps in Zabrak. Iridonian Zabrak has a very harsh sound to it, a strange contrast to the deep, gentle voices of it's people. This linguistic quality, however, made it ideal for barking out at the end of a strike. Losing himself in his well-practiced focus and determination, he gradually became aware of something counting along with him. There was no sound, but he felt that he was being guided and followed in his movements.
It only stayed for a second after he noticed it, but to Pael that may have been the most distinct second of his life. Once it was gone, Pael felt strangely drained and lonely. He finished the rest of his form in silence, then sat to think for a moment.
That was it. I'm certain it must have been... The experience bothered him slightly. When, for that brief time, he had encountered the force, he had felt supremely confident. He was performing for the honor of his former master, and his parents. If he had let them down, he wouldn't have been able to live with himself. But now it was over, and he felt the distance between him and his family like never before. Silent, with his nervous yet confident grin missing from his face, he walked to his room. Checking back with the Masters could wait, he had a letter to write.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2007 9:13 pm
Communication 001 - A Letter Home:
Pael looked uncertainly at the datapad. Could this really send a letter to his parents? He had to try, whether he trusted it or not.
Mother, Father:
How are you? Has everything been going okay? I'm at the Academy now, Kako has already left. I'm having trouble believing that this is really happening, that I'm so far from home. The people here seem really... strange. We've just chosen what temple we'll be studying at. As you and Uncle probably suspected, I've decided to be Sith. I know you're afraid of their bad history, but I think all of that's behind them. Besides, I don't have any use for diplomacy or "talking". I want to protect...
Pael paused, bad memories surging within him. No, he didn't want to go there. His parents didn't like to talk about that, and to be perfectly honest neither did he.
Nevermind. Only two other students were dedicated enough to find the proper room and choose sides so far. The rest are yet to show up, which is strange. They didn't seem the aimless type, why wouldn't they show up? I just can't understand.
The other two that did show up both chose Jedi, so I guess I'm the only Sith. I haven't really gotten to know any of the other students well, so I can't really give judgement on their decisions. I'm glad that we weren't all sith, though. We need talkers for times of peace and fighters for times of war. That's just how it is.
Please, write back to me quickly. I'm eager to hear how things are going.
Your Son,
Pael Kor.
Pael looked over the letter. Writing it hadn't helped, he still felt really worried about his parents... and really lonely. Maybe he should get to know some of the other students. He sent the letter, and left to head out to the courtyard.
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 11:38 pm
Communication 002 - a letter to Kako
Augh, Pael thought as he sat down in his room, More promises. Why did I agree to all of this? Before he left Kako's ship, he had promised him- her- whatever kako was that he would write every couple of days or so. Tiredly, he began to write...
Kako:
Things have been going well. I've met a few other sith initiates now, they seemed nice. They're all so... different from the kids on Irodinia, but maybe that's a good thing.
We've started lessons now, they're pretty tough. The masters seem to want us to find our way through these things on our own. I guess that makes sense.
Well, there's not much to write besides that. I think I'm going to go and try to find some of the other younglings, I've barely met anyone yet!
Pael.
Reviewing the letter once, Pael pressed send and left his room.
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 3:42 am
Lesson Three [x]
Pael plopped down on his bed and stared at the metallic orb directly in front of him. He had become more comfortable with The Force, but that ball was pretty heavy. Lifting things wasn't really what he had been focusing on, either.
He sat back, frustrated with himself. What was he thinking? Being away from Iridonia must have made him soft or something. Of course he could do this! Feeling the adrenaline rush through him, he leaped from the bed, grabbed the ball, and held it out in front of him. Focusing on it completely, willing it to stay in the air, he pulled his palm out from underneath. The ball dropped, and landed directly on his large toe.
He cried out, nearly falling over from the pain. "Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow..." he whispered to himself, sitting on the bed. The toenail wasn't cracked, but it was beginning to turn a nasty shade of purple underneath. What had gone wrong? He had been COMPLETELY focused! He must not have been trying hard enough, is all.
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Several more bruises later, Pael made his first breakthrough. At first, the ball began to fall just as before. 'Oh no you don't! thought Pael, filled with frustration as his eyes followed the ball downwards. To his surprise, it slowed, then stopped, a few inches above his smallest toe. He quickly moved his foot out of the way, and, his focus lost, it dropped to the ground.
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With a bit more practice, he had just barely managed it! He didn't dare remove his hand from under it, not with the number of bruises his feet had now, but there it was, bobbing a few inches above him palm! He was, with effort, even able to move it a bit forwards and backwards, or left and right! He moved it towards him a little, triumph surging inside. Unfortunately, this triumph caused him to once again lose control. The orb flew at him, making a resounding crack as it smacked his face and knocked him back onto the bed. Oh jeeze, that hurt.
...but he had done it!
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