Jamel Croko'yn
Dec 23rd, 2002, 10:32:59 AM
Jamel took his feet, slidding along the surface into the room, placing hsi hand upon it and reaching out with the Force he sled it open. Taking his feet in in the same fashion that he ventured to the room he looked toward the stone tiled surface where he would begin his training. It would be one of hush, and he was hoping for someone to enter to enhance his training as well.
Heading toward the white stone tile he sat motionlessly, placing his legs together in indain sit and begin his training within meditation. As the Force ran like a drapped coat over his being, he reached deep into what he had to offer, the gift he had and used it to search for the future. It took moments upon moments to find the truth of th efuture, or even the second nearing future.
Frowning in displeasure as he saw a creature running with a blaster as meanwhile a forgien toture object came downward onto a man, ripping his flesh immeditately on contact. Grinding his teeth under his frowned lips he shifted himself backward and twirled in mid air. Sliding along the ground, his reached at his lightsaber, drawing it up with the gift. Securly clutching the metallic black object, he swung it stealthfully around as he clicked upon the weaponary's igniting compontent. The orange haze extended itself from the crystal center, and he fell into his stance as he heard the sound from his head along the footsteps. It was tha to of the creature who was there to kill him. It was a robotic figure, but unlike in his future pyschic he saw more then one after him. Bouncing backward he jumped high in the air, meanwhile the object came down toward him. It had spikes along the side that was heading toward the surface, while the other top was flat and stern.
Gandering upward, he rolled back and motioned his hand at the rope that drove it down. Gesturing his hand toward it as he beckoned the Force he shifted it with a push. Driving it forward toward the group of robotic enemies he pulled away their blasters before they could hit him during their demise.
"Session one was nice..Now for session two." He came to a seat as he spoke quietly to himself, placing his legs back in a meditating fashion. His eyes were held shut as his thoughts once again reached for the tranquility that he had previously. It was a hard task, but he would have to master it if the boy ever wanted to truly come before the Council. He wanted to know that he could rely on all of these things without second guess, no fear at all.
"Fear Leads to the Dark Side.." The Scriptures said.
Slice!
It was an item ripping through his arm, but not taking the item and dispatching it, but their was a deep cut upon him. Twirling around he grabbed his lightsaber and stared at the creature with two knifes. It was once again a manufactored battle driod made for these sessions. Leaping over another slice, the To-Be Padawan landed into a roll. As his thought's reached out to the force, he thought quitly to himself for a second as he felt the presence of his enemy pressuring and shifting closer ot him. Throwing the lightsaber ahead, he screamed barbically and the True Force within him was beckoned. Heading toward his enemy, he sliced their chest plate, dispatching it from the rest of its body.
Once again the metallic figure exploded from dicapitation and remained were only fragments. The young boy headed to the center isle of the broken temple training room and motioned to the door. Placing his hand upon the lightsaber igniting compotent, the orange ray of heat ran its way back into its projector. Placing it neatly at his waist belt, he came out the room heading toward the center to continue.
Heading toward the white stone tile he sat motionlessly, placing his legs together in indain sit and begin his training within meditation. As the Force ran like a drapped coat over his being, he reached deep into what he had to offer, the gift he had and used it to search for the future. It took moments upon moments to find the truth of th efuture, or even the second nearing future.
Frowning in displeasure as he saw a creature running with a blaster as meanwhile a forgien toture object came downward onto a man, ripping his flesh immeditately on contact. Grinding his teeth under his frowned lips he shifted himself backward and twirled in mid air. Sliding along the ground, his reached at his lightsaber, drawing it up with the gift. Securly clutching the metallic black object, he swung it stealthfully around as he clicked upon the weaponary's igniting compontent. The orange haze extended itself from the crystal center, and he fell into his stance as he heard the sound from his head along the footsteps. It was tha to of the creature who was there to kill him. It was a robotic figure, but unlike in his future pyschic he saw more then one after him. Bouncing backward he jumped high in the air, meanwhile the object came down toward him. It had spikes along the side that was heading toward the surface, while the other top was flat and stern.
Gandering upward, he rolled back and motioned his hand at the rope that drove it down. Gesturing his hand toward it as he beckoned the Force he shifted it with a push. Driving it forward toward the group of robotic enemies he pulled away their blasters before they could hit him during their demise.
"Session one was nice..Now for session two." He came to a seat as he spoke quietly to himself, placing his legs back in a meditating fashion. His eyes were held shut as his thoughts once again reached for the tranquility that he had previously. It was a hard task, but he would have to master it if the boy ever wanted to truly come before the Council. He wanted to know that he could rely on all of these things without second guess, no fear at all.
"Fear Leads to the Dark Side.." The Scriptures said.
Slice!
It was an item ripping through his arm, but not taking the item and dispatching it, but their was a deep cut upon him. Twirling around he grabbed his lightsaber and stared at the creature with two knifes. It was once again a manufactored battle driod made for these sessions. Leaping over another slice, the To-Be Padawan landed into a roll. As his thought's reached out to the force, he thought quitly to himself for a second as he felt the presence of his enemy pressuring and shifting closer ot him. Throwing the lightsaber ahead, he screamed barbically and the True Force within him was beckoned. Heading toward his enemy, he sliced their chest plate, dispatching it from the rest of its body.
Once again the metallic figure exploded from dicapitation and remained were only fragments. The young boy headed to the center isle of the broken temple training room and motioned to the door. Placing his hand upon the lightsaber igniting compotent, the orange ray of heat ran its way back into its projector. Placing it neatly at his waist belt, he came out the room heading toward the center to continue.