Gurney Devries
Oct 6th, 2002, 07:04:15 PM
Being a Jedi Padawan had certainly been a test of pateince. Being a Jedi was a full-time commitment: Gurney knew that when he decided to sign up with them. But it was flat out impossible for him to devote every waking moment to the Jedi Order - even if he had wanted to. It seemed that his training schedule always seemed to conflict with his master's: They were both very busy people, and it seemed almost as if fate conspired to keep the two apart as often as possible.
Still, Gurney had tried his best to continue his training on his own. For the most part, this consisted of him honing the skills he had already been taught. He had met with mediocre results, at best. His ability to manipulate the Force bordered on laughable. Even so, he was determined to make something of himself.... to make her proud.
Pulling open the side of his heavy blue robes, Gurney removed a lightsaber from his belt. Until this point, he had been using a lightsaber he'd borrowed from the Academy: This was the first one he had built himself. He gripped it gently, letting his hand slide over the cool, metal cylinder, becoming more familiar with it's build. His thumb easily found it's way to the ignition switch on its side. The dark blue blade shot to life with a harsh snap-hiss, and he spun it around softly in the air, getting adjusted to how it cut the air.
Eventually, the motions beld into full-out strikes and thrusts, and he started reproducing the fight between himself and the Jedi Knight Xazor. This went on for well over an hour, and a light sweat had started to cover his forehead, when he felt that strange tingle at the back of his neck. He swung around as fast as a bolt, bringing his lightsaber to bear.
Still, Gurney had tried his best to continue his training on his own. For the most part, this consisted of him honing the skills he had already been taught. He had met with mediocre results, at best. His ability to manipulate the Force bordered on laughable. Even so, he was determined to make something of himself.... to make her proud.
Pulling open the side of his heavy blue robes, Gurney removed a lightsaber from his belt. Until this point, he had been using a lightsaber he'd borrowed from the Academy: This was the first one he had built himself. He gripped it gently, letting his hand slide over the cool, metal cylinder, becoming more familiar with it's build. His thumb easily found it's way to the ignition switch on its side. The dark blue blade shot to life with a harsh snap-hiss, and he spun it around softly in the air, getting adjusted to how it cut the air.
Eventually, the motions beld into full-out strikes and thrusts, and he started reproducing the fight between himself and the Jedi Knight Xazor. This went on for well over an hour, and a light sweat had started to cover his forehead, when he felt that strange tingle at the back of his neck. He swung around as fast as a bolt, bringing his lightsaber to bear.