Training Room #3

Sun Feb 19, 2012 11:22 pm by Aeran Kutrak

*Aeran nods, but says nothing. He turns everything over in his head.* *Veran had been through alot. If one thing was apparent to him, it was that he had a long road in front of him, and the challenges were far from over. What could be out there waiting for him? And would he be able to overcome it? Veran had lost a leg in the course of her training, which completely caught Aeran by surprise seeing as there was absolutely nothing to give it away. But Aeran had lost his parents, which was far harder to deal with than the loss of a limb. Aeran would rather have lost every limb than lost his parents. But what was done was done; he knew that. From here on out everything would be a constant battle. But after hearing Veran's recount of her Trials, Aeran felt much a growing feeling of confidence in her. If someone was going to train him to the point of knighthood, he wanted it to be her.*

*Aeran turns and slowly starts back into the ring, when he stops and turns his head back to say,* "Well then, it sounds to me like I'm in good hands."

*He walks over to another training droid and activates it, setting the difficulty up a little bit.* *He was in the mood for a little bit of a challenge. Besides, the only way he would grow more skilled was by working.* *As he walks back to the middle of the ring, the droid behind him, he pulls his lightsaber off of his belt and says with his expression still remaining emotionless,* "Not that this whole talking thing is boring or anything, but it sounds like I have a lot of things to learn, and- well," *narrowing his eyes, he shrugs and activates his lightsaber,* "talking just doesn't, do it, for me. Ya know?"

*Aeran opens himself up to the Force once more and can feel the droid approaching him from behind. The droid brings its lightsaber up over its head before bringing it down towards Aeran's right shoulder. He feels his instincts tell him to turn and so he does, bringing his blade up to block the droid's. He then begins to engage the droid using the moves Veran had had him practicing before, the tempo being a bit faster this time.*

Wed Feb 22, 2012 8:26 pm by Veran Kein

**Veran nods, saying emphatically and sincerely,* "Oh, I know, trust me," since she feels exactly the same; which is probably why, even though half of the time she feels completely unsure about her ability to be an effective Master for Aeran, they seem to making such good progress and to get along as well as they do.

Aeran's grasp of Shii-Cho has improved in recent weeks, his drive to become proficient in it, which was strong before he lost his parents, seeming to only strengthen no matter how hard Veran works him or how demanding she finds herself where his performance is concerned. Veran, when she thinks about it, which is not often, realizes that a part of the reason she pushes Aeran so hard is because she feels like she is responsible for what happened with his parents in a way. If Veran had tried to push him faster before they were killed, or if she had taught him more, things might have turned out differently.

Veran finds that she doesn't need to correct Aeran as often as she had when they began lately, and, watching him with the ASP now, it is no different; other than telling her padawan once to watch where he is driving the droid to avoid unintentionally giving it a possible opening to exploit and twice to keep himself calm and focused despite the fact he is fighting, she doesn't need to offer much advice or criticism.

*After calling the session to an end, Veran tosses Aeran a face towel and says,* "Nice work today. Your getting better at cutting down your opponent's options and backing them into a corner. Strategic thinking under stress is just like the muscle memory I was telling you about, the more you practice it, the more instinctive it becomes."

After policing up the droid and their training area, Veran and Aeran head from the room as she says, "Before we grab something to eat, we'll head to the meditation room," *and lifts a hand before he can protest, saying with a laugh,* "Trust me, I'm as thrilled about it as you are, but it's part of being a Jedi and don't think I didn't notice you were napping during our session this morning . . ."*

Thu Feb 23, 2012 1:57 pm by Aeran Kutrak

*Aeran, breathing heavily, wipes his face off. He accidently brushes his wound and grimaces in pain, turning away briefly so as to hide it from Veran.* *Though he didn't show it, Aeran was a little relieved to hear that he was making progress. He certainly hoped he had for as hard as he had been working in the last couple hours. His muscles ached, but he wasn't tired. He didn't want to be tired. Being tired led to rest, and rest led to having time to think, which was the last thing Aeran wanted. He wished to keep himself busy.

However meditation was the exact opposite of what he had in mind.* *He opens his mouth to say something, but stops when Veran holds up her hand.* *Great, he thinks to himself. She had noticed him doze off this morning. He didn't understand why it was such a big deal. That was the only little bit of decent sleep he'd had in days, and this is what he gets. Aeran was so sore at the moment, he was thinking more of relaxing his body more than his mind, and laying in his bed sounded far better than doing something that he was already growing to hate.* *Sighing softly, he says nothing as he grabs his things and follows his master out of the training room.*

Mon Apr 30, 2012 7:37 am by Syren

Yoga

In another time, Syren sits poised, ready, in a hero pose. Her physical training exercised much of her physical being, but she also found that practicing meditation before she began helped her to better flow into the Force with her series of poses.

Syren, Thallassan, was a warrior, but also one that felt deeply spiritually connected to the Force. But in her was a darkness, like there is within all beings that claim sentience. Syren's meditation focused inward to tame this darkness, for her anger, fear and wrath could manifest through the Force. It did her no good to simply ignore those emotions, but rigid control over them had to be set in the beginning.

So here, Syren breathed. That was all. There was the moment of inhalation, where she contemplated where all that oxygen was sent throughout her body, just before it was all let go in a great exhalation of air. The entire practice was to entice a state of zen, the no mind center where Syren could observe all through the Force.

As she came to her center, her body would casually flow through a series of poses that would stretch her long limbs and loosen any tight muscles. Her training sessions could come as many as three times a day when she had nothing else to do. The sensation was addicting to some degree. It allowed her no time to think, pause or be overwhelmed.

From Virisana, she folded forward into Balasana, the child's pose. With her arms lying out before her, she pushed up into the arched back Marjarysana. Her head bowed down between her arms as she felt her back stretch out in the cat pose. Inhaling, her head lifted up, and her back curved down into the cow pose, Bitilasana. She took some time breathing in and out between the cat and cow poses, just to feel the stretch throughout her spine.

She then let her hips pop up into Adho Mukha Svanasana. Rocking back and forth on her heels, the downward facing dog let her stretch tight calf muscles that were not seeing enough use lately. From there she let each of her legs take a turn into a low lunge, making sure balance was maintained through the whole procedure and that the muscles in her thighs and quads were not overtaxed with the motion. All was slow, in time with the breath, held only for several seconds before flowing into the next.

Back into Adho Mukha Svanasana, her body dropped back to the mat, hips precariously up in the air for Uttana Shishosana. The extended puppy let her arms prop her back up into a sphinx pose for a moment. This dropped her hips to the ground for a rest before her arms straightened into Urdhav Mukha Svanasana. The upward facing dog curved her back, but not as deeply as Bhujangasana, or the cobra pose. She held the stance, breathing through and letting her core muscles harden rather than support herself all on her hands braced against the mat.

Lowering herself back to the ground, she paused as a sphinx again for a breath or two before engaging her core again into a dolphin plank. Her forearms remained braced against the floor, but only for balance as she held herself up with her abdominals. She briefly lowered herself down to Chaturanga Dandasana at the end of her plank, then back up in a rapid succession like a push up.

Finally, she lowered herself to the floor completely, letting her forehead touch the edge of the mat. Her body went somewhat rigid then, Salabhasana, or the locust. Her body balanced on the end of her rib cage against the floor, arms let down against her sides but held off the floor much like her feet hovered out behind her.

From there, she breathed out a long sigh of air while she brought her ankles to her hands. Dhanurasana helped with her balance and strength of those muscles that let her find her center on almost any world with substantial gravity. After the bow pose, she relaxed once more for a short time in the sphinx.

From there, it was as if she reversed through the whole series of moves until she found herself seated on her knees in Virisana once more.

With her limbs loosened somewhat, Syren bowed her head towards the west wall of the training room, because that was the one she faced, then brought herself into a standing position. This motion too was that of a flowing sequence of poses: Marjaryasana to Adho Mukha Svanasana to Padangusthasana (the big toe reach), at last to Tadasana, the mountan pose.

Before continuing into something more strenuous after standing, Syren launched into Surya Namaskara. This was a series of poses that allowed her to stretch out her body in a more vertical sense rather than horizontal.

She began as Tadasana, the mountain, then raised her arms up with a slight bend backward, the Urdhav Hastasana, the upward reach. She folded forward then slowly into Uttanasana, the forward bend. This turned into a lunge with her right leg forward, that then lowered slightly into a plank. She lowered herself down to the floor momentarily before coming up into Urdhav Mukha Svanasana, the back bending upward facing dog. This exhaled into Adho Mukha Svanasana, downward facing dog. She lunged with the left leg forward then, followed by the Uttanasana after the stretch. Her upper body swung as a pendulum up into Urdhav Hastasana once more, then settled again as Tadasana.

It was during her Sun Salutation that Syren let the Force flow into her limbs and fuel her abilities. With her mind as empty as possible, she wrapped the Force around her, in a cocoon of energy that might shed off other Force attacks from outside her influence. This was always the first step. Her concentration, her focus dictated to the Force that it should wrap about her in protective layers.

From there she let these layers slowly unravel through her stances so that her telekinetic abilities began to grasp random trinkets throughout the room. There was some conscious effort to these things, whatever momentarily caught her fancy, but was soon forgotten to the overall goal of the exercise. They were like bright flashes of color that fleeted across her vision only to disappear in seconds.

What was harder to ignore, were the intense feelings that the Force collected from others in the academy. These pressed hard against her mind, threatening to unbalance her. Syren would have given anything for her abilities to hear the jumbled thoughts of others to be silenced completely. The telepathic penchant often felt more troublesome than beneficent. It was always during this point in the exercise that she concentrated more on blocking out other thoughts rather than embrace the whole scope of the Force. It sometimes gave her a blind side, but it was a risk she would take rather than be overwhelmed by the chatter.

There was a narrow pinpoint of focus that Syren made after returning to the mountain pose. This was to turn into her fighting sequence. Her hands found her hips, where two lightsabers hung loosely and ready for battle. These were no weapons, but extensions of Syren's self. There was great attachment to her lightsabers, just as if they were limbs. She was incomplete without those blades.

In her right hand, the black stone hilt glittered with flecks of blue veins along the body. It seemed as one piece of dense heavy stone ending in a lightly metallic head where the blade was emitted. Syren's thumb rested on a carefully hidden activation plate towards the emission end of the hilt. Luin, she had named this one, "the blue."

Conversely, Caradh, "the red" rested in her left hand. While still made from the same black stone as Luin, Caradh glittered with red veins. These were twins but for their slight variation in coloration. Together they could be threaded to form Silnenelmor, "a light in the face or darkness." But Syren often preferred to let the blades remain as separate entities, this was she felt more balanced.

For Syren, balance was very important. A swing one way could easily tip her from her path.

Being a Soresu fighter, Syren initiated her sequence in a variation of Virabhadrasana, the warrior II. Her body sank low into a right lunge with her arms held straight out in a line with her legs. The sabers hissed into being, casting a blue gleam on every surface of the training room. The Luin pointed straight in line with her knee and eyes towards the west wall. Caradh, while at first pointing straight behind her, raised up above her head to curve forward past her ear like the wicked tail of a scorpion. Both sabers took an aim at the western wall.

With great care, Syren began to fold into several other poses that did not allow her feet to move an inch from their starting position. It was like a slow and methodic dance. From warrior II, she brought her arms together, to hold them and her sabers high above her head, a slight bend to her back. Back into warrior II, she bent at the side to come into Utthita Parsvakonasana. Caradh sang high over her head, while Luin pointed back across the line of her body middle height to low in a short sweep as she took the blade away from her body.

She further straightned her right leg then so that her body formed a triangular shape, Utthita Trikonasana. Luin finished the sweep around to behind her body to become in line with the floor. Caradh made a dive towards the floor and her upper body dipped low onto her right straightened knee, Parsvottanasana. This was quickly followed into a roll that allowed her to keep her lightsabers on but not pierce her through the process.

She came up into Tadasana immediately. Pivoting on her left toe, she began the sequence on that side.

After some time of doing several more similar standing sequences, with variations of twists and challenging balancing situations that involved one leg or a tendency to kick at the attacker while flailing with her blades, Syren was interrupted by a light cough from the doorway of the training room.

The intrusion, took a chink out of Syren's attentive focus to her task. Her feet came back to rest on the ground and her lightsabers ceased their song as they closed down. With some effort, her green eyes, rimmed in a silver purple began to focus on the young togruta standing in the door way.

Saari stood with a data pad in her hand, held in Syren's direction. The woman padded over softly to the girl looking with some concern to Saari. The red and antlered girl held her head down with eyes facing the floor. She would not look at Syren.

Crouching down, Syren took the datapad from Saari. Glancing up from the floor, the togruta stole a glance at Syren. The thallassan noted a shine to her eyes before the little girl ran back into the hall and away.

Syren took a look at the datapad then.

::
To: Jedi Knight Syren
Orders: Report to Endor within two weeks
Purpose: Reassignment
Additions: Request of Padawan denied
::

After reading the passage, Syren lifted her head to gaze out into the hallway. "Ah..." She said in understanding to the previous strange behavior.

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