James Prent
Jun 19th, 2003, 02:34:24 PM
She was all alone in a training room, and it was after hours, when most other padawans were sleeping in their rooms. James wasn't avoiding sleeping, she just wasn't tired. Yet.
Anyway, practice makes perfect, and she had things on her mind, y'know?
James was holding a wooden stick in her hand, about the same size and general weight of an extended lightsaber. The practice saber didn't have flashy lighting, or make a buzzing sound, which made it ideal for the padawan's purpose. She was running through various sabre Forms, her breath coming in little bursts as she moved from one stance to the other.
Saber up and to the left...down for the block...transition into Dances on Water...to Flying Crane...to Intersecting the - Intersecting the Krayt fell to pieces as her foot work faltered, and the wooden saber clattered to the ground. She'd read some combat manuals, and was putting their terms to good use as she made up some fancy names for basic saber moves. Somehow it helped her concentrate on them better.
James squatted down and stared at the wooden saber, and put out her hand, using the Force to call it to her. She caught it barely in time to keep it from smacking her in the forehead. The tiny padawan looked around to see if there was anyone near enough to notice her slip, which there wasn't as she was all alone, and then got back to her feet and back into her workout.
As she fell into a predictable pattern, her body took over and her mind began to think about other things. Such as her visions. She hadn't had any in a few weeks, and was beginning to wonder if it all had just been a false alarm. Since Jax's birthday and her most powerful Force trance yet, the diminutive padawan had had no other premonition in the Force.
She closed her eyes, her bare feet on the practice mat making a slightly squeaky noise as they shuffled from stance to stance. Wind on the Plains...Fire Stalker...Intersecting the Krayt...Dances on Water... back to Fire Stalker... The transition from the Water stance to the harder and more offensive Fire Stalker was exectuted with a slight hiccup, but the Padawan seemed to not to notice as her body slid from stance to stance.
Her mind was slowly becoming blank as she dipping into the energy field that was the Force, allowing it to enhance and correct her movements and memories. Perhaps it was a small step towards the very complex Jedi Battle Meditation. Whatever it was, James was visibly becoming more relaxed, and the stances were flowing faster and smoother.
The only sound in the room was the shuffle of her feet and the sharp exhalations of her breath between movements.
Anyway, practice makes perfect, and she had things on her mind, y'know?
James was holding a wooden stick in her hand, about the same size and general weight of an extended lightsaber. The practice saber didn't have flashy lighting, or make a buzzing sound, which made it ideal for the padawan's purpose. She was running through various sabre Forms, her breath coming in little bursts as she moved from one stance to the other.
Saber up and to the left...down for the block...transition into Dances on Water...to Flying Crane...to Intersecting the - Intersecting the Krayt fell to pieces as her foot work faltered, and the wooden saber clattered to the ground. She'd read some combat manuals, and was putting their terms to good use as she made up some fancy names for basic saber moves. Somehow it helped her concentrate on them better.
James squatted down and stared at the wooden saber, and put out her hand, using the Force to call it to her. She caught it barely in time to keep it from smacking her in the forehead. The tiny padawan looked around to see if there was anyone near enough to notice her slip, which there wasn't as she was all alone, and then got back to her feet and back into her workout.
As she fell into a predictable pattern, her body took over and her mind began to think about other things. Such as her visions. She hadn't had any in a few weeks, and was beginning to wonder if it all had just been a false alarm. Since Jax's birthday and her most powerful Force trance yet, the diminutive padawan had had no other premonition in the Force.
She closed her eyes, her bare feet on the practice mat making a slightly squeaky noise as they shuffled from stance to stance. Wind on the Plains...Fire Stalker...Intersecting the Krayt...Dances on Water... back to Fire Stalker... The transition from the Water stance to the harder and more offensive Fire Stalker was exectuted with a slight hiccup, but the Padawan seemed to not to notice as her body slid from stance to stance.
Her mind was slowly becoming blank as she dipping into the energy field that was the Force, allowing it to enhance and correct her movements and memories. Perhaps it was a small step towards the very complex Jedi Battle Meditation. Whatever it was, James was visibly becoming more relaxed, and the stances were flowing faster and smoother.
The only sound in the room was the shuffle of her feet and the sharp exhalations of her breath between movements.