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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2013 20:00:09 GMT -8
An expansive area within the complex is devoted to bettering oneself with additional skills and training to prepare for deployment or combat on terrain. The majority space in this area is devoted to allowing for combat with multiple variables from hand to hand, to melee weapons, to force combat.
Off the main floor, is a small shooting range with 8 different stations allowing for different combinations of ranged weaponry.
Around the wall of the main area (though it is advised not to use these while the field is being used for combat.) is an infinity climbing wall which can be used for ascending or descending from level to level
At the top of the wall is an observation deck from which the scenario fought on the field can be manipulated by introducing weather into the trials, gravitic manipulation, and even changing the layout of the field by means of puzzle pillars that make up the floor. |
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Aug 3, 2013 18:26:07 GMT -8
As the kick impacted Alkor's shin, the former Jen'jidai leaned back on the other leg, taking the weight off of the leg being struck. Because of this, the reoriented balance Alkor had to work with gave him ample time and room to react to the possibility of a change of momentum on his opponent's part. This stance- a rear stance, or cat stance, depending on who you ask- was made for several purposes. The first, giving the front leg the ability to feint quickly, and the second, the ability to move relatively independently in a combat situation.
Instead of pointing his toe at the ground, however, Alkor curiously stepped his toe upward beneath Finna's leg, and he kicked upward viciously, attempting to rip the unfortunate Echani off the ground and destroy his center of gravity. There was a possibility that he'd hit the floor head first, but thankfully, there was a mat there. It wouldn't be too damaging.
"Well, feel free to step in and take a lesson from Finna, then," Alkor said with a lalazy smile on his face, eyes closing contentedly, as though he were at peace in the midst of combat, like a demon. "I'll watch, and give you feedback. That is, if you're agreeable, Finna?"
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Post by Finna on Aug 5, 2013 20:56:00 GMT -8
Finna was thrown back by Alkor's kick, heels-over-head. However, he rolled with the kick, and so tumbled backwards and came up to his feet, hands lifted and jaw set. Alkor was toying with him, making light of his efforts - he even had the breath to carry on a conversation with the girl in the doorway, while Finna's breathing was monitored and his voice silent. His attacks had been repulsed, and soundly. It was time for a new tactic. Beginning to shift lightly, dancing on the balls of his feet, Finna lifted his hands close to his face, palms open, and advanced. He offered no attack, but was simply testing the waters.
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Aug 13, 2013 19:16:32 GMT -8
Alkor blinked suddenly as a dark chill fell over him, and a soft whisper reverberated in his mind, until it became deafeningly loud. The words, in an all too familiar voice, were devoid of all things but cryptic meaning, and the obvious command inherent to them. The words twisted and writhed in his gut, and Alkor twitched violently as he fought down the urge to vomit.
That much darkness had not swollen so quickly and so greatly within his mind for a disturbingly long time. The familiarity was not lost on him; Zechar's obliviousness to Alkor's newfound job, however, did come as something of a shock. Had the old guard fallen so far apart? Were there no words between comrades?
It hurt in a strange way Alkor did not fully comprehend, just how much the loss of him had impacted the broken ones. How much his singular touch could move mountains. If just him, if only he alone, what could they have accomplished as a single unit? He shuddered violently, brutally unaware of his surroundings as he reached back to Zechar, and his mind crafted the words.
"I hear you."
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Post by Finna on Aug 14, 2013 18:29:42 GMT -8
Finna was an instant from making his attack: a quick strike with his leading hand, aiming to bloody Alkor's nose with his knuckles. The forehand jab, the classic weapon of boxers since boxing was born. At the last minute, however... something was off with his opponent. Alkor's countenance, his demeanor; something about him twitched. He was unwell. Finna's sense of sportsmanship made him hesitate for a bare moment before he threw the punch all the same, preparing to follow immediately with a cross punch.
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Post by Atrina on Aug 14, 2013 20:01:24 GMT -8
I'm not sure what clicked, but it made what I thought was an audible sound. Everything went black for a moment, but I could feel my body moving of it's own will. Something may as well have taken over. I was afraid.
Atrina sprang forward as Finnamade his move to attack disoriented Alkor. It was a bit unfair, but Atrina's subconscious was keenly aware of what Alkor had become to her- something to hold on to, something to keep some form of lucidity. It would protect him in the way that Atrina was incapable of. This may have been a training exercise, but it meant nothing to the protective nature of Atrina's inner mind.
Her body bolted forward with a speed nearly unmatched, Atrina charged Finna, grabbing his punching arm at it's moment of slightest hesitation. It was just enough time to get there and pause things. But there was aggression here, and aggression calls for punishment. Atrina turned as she grabbed his arm, placing her foot in front of what Finna's path of travel was about to become. She gave it just enough force and speed, an expertly calculated amount in fact, to throw the trainee to the ground without needing to follow through with her whole body.
A blinding white light came into view, and I could see again. I'm not sure where I am, and it certainly felt different from the other memory wipes I'd ever remember feeling. I know this, because I still remember seeing Alkor in some sort of pain or... something. It looked painful, anyway.
"Alkor, are you ok?" I asked, not sure what else there was to ask. It seemed the only thing appropriate, anyway, and I felt what I think must have been genuine concern. That was also a new sensation, and the sudden weight of it surprised me.
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Aug 27, 2013 20:36:28 GMT -8
Alkor blinked. Zechar's words resonating in his mind, he cut short the link, lest his thoughts or emotions bleed out into the world around him. He glanced up, seeing Atrina standing between he and Finna. His hands were at his sides now, clenching and unclenching, his eyes flickering in either direction. "Fine, right," he huffed thoughtlessly, "fine."
He straightened as he gestured toward Finna, and stepped toward the door. "Help him up. I've got something to do," he nodded. Yes, he did have something to do. Striding toward the exit, he picked up his still blinking comm, and spoke into it, hailing the Lariat, so far above the planet. After several words with the Commander, he headed toward his starfighter, and took off.
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Post by Jedi Knight Mahir on Aug 28, 2013 14:28:01 GMT -8
Shihab entered the training room and looked around the room. He walked over to a training droid and activated one of its simplest training programs, after arming it with his own charric. Which he was going to need some more power packs for soon. He'd been able to jury rig a few similar packs offered on the market, but none of them produced the same results as the Chiss counterpart. Stepping back a few meters, he focused on the force around him, and signaled for the exercise to begin as he ignited his lightsaber. The Orange blade hissed to life, and the droid fired a burst of three shots towards shihab. Shihab tried to absorb as much of each shot as he could with the force and then to deflect the rest with his blade... And ended up with two mild burns to his torso and two sprained wrists. The force and unique composition of the charrics bolts were just to much to handle with a standard lightsaber, even for Shihab.
Deactivating the droid, he reclaimed his charric and extinguished his blade, before sitting down to try and heal his wrists, a technique he had some small skill in. After about a half hour he rose from his trance and noticed that while still sore, his wrists seemed to have healed most of the damage done in the short practice bout. He went over to the small armory and saw a light-pike among many other weapons and decided to see how it fared against a charric. He repeated his previous experiment, with much better results. Being able to move his hands apart, he gained much better leverage against the odd bolts, and was able to deflect their course around him, though it still strained his wrist muscles. Shihab decided to learn to wield the unusual weapon, but was dissatisfied with the one he had found as it was made for a smaller being than himself, a common frustration for him in this galaxy. Perhaps it was time for him to return to the Unknown Regions for a time. Things would be difficult, as last he'd heard the Chiss were once again breaking off contact with the known regions, and that had been twenty odd years ago. Perhaps he'd see to the 3-Z's repairs and then find a suitable hilt for his own light-pike, before heading out to Ilum once more, this time to find a crystal for his own saber.
Shihab spends the next few hours trying to perfect his dual absorption/deflection of the charric bolts, but he is unable to make much more progress this day. Through out the week he attempts to further his technique with little to show for his troubles besides aching wrists and better knowledge of how to more efficiently deflect the bolts. This process would be a long one. Between work outs he worked on the old 3-Z freighter, slowly bringing the old gal up to par with stock ships of the day.
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Post by Finna on Aug 30, 2013 9:42:08 GMT -8
There had been several times in his life before now that Finna had been confused, baffled, or otherwise bemused.
This was one of the more notable instances.
The girl who had knocked him down offered to help him up, but Finna waved her off. He felt that for now it would be best if he stayed on the ground. Maybe for a while.
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Post by Atrina on Sept 1, 2013 9:40:02 GMT -8
"I don't.. um.. I'm sorry." Fianna didn't want to be helped, but that was alright. I had other things on my mind at the moment, which felt rather odd. It was just that something felt wrong. I knew that I was still getting used to the Force, so it wasn't such a precision art for me just yet.
I left the training area to follow Alkor, losing him behind corners all the way to the hangar. I could feel the memory wipe coming, and I knew there was no way to stop it really. I held fast to consciousness and reality, not letting the train of thought stop.
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Post by Jedi Knight Mahir on Sept 1, 2013 14:15:50 GMT -8
Shihab continued to work on the 3-Z and his skills with the light-staff, practicing using it against blasters, and blades, as well as his occasional sessions against his charric. those still tended to leave his arms sore and strained. Though, interestingly enough, Shihab had found it easier to move to either side of the bolt, and then allow the force the bolt power his next attack, as opposed to merely sitting there and taking the bolt on his staff. He liked the reach and power of the staff, feeling more comfortable with it than the traditional saber Adi had given him, which was a bit to small for his large hands.
The old 3-Z, was taking shape under his caring, and nearly constant tinkering, and system repairs/replacements. The antique blaster cannons were replaced with triple barrel, rotary laser turrets. While the engines were largely rebuilt, and then tweaked for optimal performance, bringing them slightly above their original strength. Life support systems were completely replaced, as was the cheap sensor dish. The ships shields were supplemented by a second system that was originally installed in a corvette. It, and its dedicated generator, filled most of the port cargo bay. The rest of the port side cargo bay was filled with a mine layer, capable of deploying and holding six anti-fighter mines. The Starboard cargo bay is reinforced and refitted as an armory/training room. Shihab also took this time to place an order for his own staff, requesting a phrik shaft with a point to attach or detach a normal light-saber hilt, for his own convenience. Due to the material's great price, it would take a several months to fill the order.
Time passed, days go by, perhaps soon he will be called away to fight in the wars. It was time for someone to make thorough reconnaissance of the Mandolorian positions over Yavin. Who knows, perhaps he blockade could be broken with a well placed thrust. That would be something else for him to look into, between his rigorous training and relentless tinkering. The galaxy was at war, and he was on some backwater world doing nothing about it... His sword hand itched, his spirit grew increasingly restless, soothed only by mindless exertion or the timeless practice of tweak and rebuilding the ship.
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Post by Johun Starfield on Sept 2, 2013 12:51:15 GMT -8
Johun stepped off of the turbolift and into the training facility. He had nothing to do at the moment except to commune with Ashla and enhance his skills...
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Post by Jedi Knight Mahir on Sept 24, 2013 19:29:24 GMT -8
As Shihab trained, learning to better absorb the incoming charric bolts, to minimize the force striking his blade, and how best to angle his tool for maximum deflection with minimal energy spent, he found he soon had an excess of energy, and no way to vent it safely. After several mishaps and med-bay visits, he focused on burning his energy, and found the force pyrotechnics to be the most draining for him, and decided to try to utilize this.
Several burns, and many days later, he was able to generate enough heat to burn most flammable materials, and could direct the flames to an extent, though this frequently left him quite drained. He managed to utilize both skills simultaneously for only two full minutes before his concentration broke, and decided to try switching back and forth instead. This worked much better for him, several volleys followed by a small burst or spurt of fire, usually focused on a point no more than three meters from him, lasting no more than a few seconds, and no larger than a quarter of a meter at their largest.
The Z-3 was finally completely refurbished and ready to travel into the stars once more. Shihab hadn't named the ship yet, but he couldn't come up with something suitable, so he left it unnamed for now. His phrik shaft arrived, much sooner than he thought it would, it was apparently in low demand, since few, if any, of the mandolorians wielded sabers at all, much less openly. Things were coming together for a visit to Ilum. And there was little left for him to do here on Carida, and most of the current Jedi missions required stealth, a skill he lacked utterly. He occasionally trained with other Jedi, learning to wield the light-pike against other saber wielding opponents. He focused on building a strong defense, and using the opponents energy against them whenever possible.
And so his skills were honed in the weeks following Yavin's blockade and assault by the Mandolorian hordes, all the while a plan to visit the unknown regions slowly took shape. Time passed, beings died, and Shihab grew increasingly restless, perhaps he would make a few pit stops before arriving at Ilum... Shihab packed his few belongings and then returned to the training chamber one last time.
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Post by Johun Starfield on Sept 25, 2013 6:06:21 GMT -8
Johun stood in the middle of the training arena. His eyes were closed, he was letting Ashla flow through him. He began running through the Teräs Käsi kata, keeping his eyes closed. It helped him focus and clear his mind. Every movement was precise and purposeful. Guided, yet not forced. If not for the obvious martial art design of it, one might mistake it for a dance...
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Post by Jedi Knight Mahir on Oct 9, 2013 22:46:16 GMT -8
Shihab recognizes the knight meditating in the center of the room. He'd been with him over Ryloth... Ryltoh, what had become of that mission anyway? Shihab had been unable to provide meaningful assistance and chased a hostile freighter into the atmosphere a mix up with the planet's anti-fighter defenses had allowed the freighter to escape him, but left him relatively unscathed. He'd landed in hopes of finding the freighter or its crew on the surface. That search had proven fruitless for him, and he had left shortly there after, vaguely noticing that the battle over Ryloth continued with mixed results. He'd assumed the large republic task force would quickly mop up the remaining resistance but according to the data-file he was looking at now, the pirates successfully took and crash landed the republic flagship, causing massive collateral damage to Ryloth's surface and populace. Shihab looked through the list of vessels available to the Jedi and noticed a new addition to the fleet, four new ships, constructed by Rendili to serve the republic, and they already planned to visit Ryloth... good. A few forms latter, and Shihab had granted himself limited control of the task force, and changed it's schedule. the tour would have to be postponed as Ryloth had priority. Shihab smiled, and put the data-pad away, and looked up to again notice Johun sitting in the middle of the floor. He had been a good wing man, perhaps he would enjoy finishing the job we'd started.
I walk over to the man and go down on one knee just behind and to Johun's left, before gently calling his name and shaking his left shoulder with my right hand. As this doesn't seem to penetrate his concentration, I call a little louder, shake his shoulder a little harder, this time I seemed to get his attention.
Hey, it's been a while. I'm headed back to Ryloth to finish what we started there. Apparently things didn't go well for Master Frantz and Knight Centaris over Ryloth, and their ship was crash landed on the planet. They survived, but Ryloth's defenses are in poor shape. I hope to go restore some order to the planet if I can, and at the least deliver a credible defense force, just assigned to Ryloth's space. You want to tag along or do you have other plans?
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Post by Johun Starfield on Oct 11, 2013 5:38:57 GMT -8
Johun had felt Knight Mahir approach him, but wanted to finish. Mahir, interrupted him, but to be fair, Johun was in a sort of meditative state. This kata always seemed to do that. Johun wasn't mad, he listened to him comrade speak. His brow furrowed at the news of he crashed flagship. Johun had spent many months on Ryloth as a padawan, helping the native Rylothians resist an invasion from Sith forces. felt a responsibility to the planet, similar to a mother to its child.
I would be honored to join you. Ryloth has special meaning to me. I feel obligated to help with it.
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Post by Jedi Knight Mahir on Oct 16, 2013 19:53:36 GMT -8
I nod in response to Johun's declaration, I had hoped he would be wiling to accompany me back to the oddly beleaguered world. This was good for my morale, as I didn't quite trust myself to lead the operation as well as I'd need to if it was going to benefit the people of Ryloth. This would be my first large scale command. I had occasionally fought with squads, even whole platoons, in the initial defense of the Temple on Yavin IV, before being ordered to evacuate the moon along most of the other watchmen. Alas, I am remiss in my contemplations, action was needed and I was offering only words and thought. I turn and make my way out of the training room, calling over my shoulder as I go.
Good, I leave in fifteen minutes, meet me in the hangar in ten.
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Post by Johun Starfield on Oct 17, 2013 7:38:21 GMT -8
Johun nodded to his fellow knight. He reached in a pocket in his robes, grabbing his comlink.
Arnie, meet me in the hangar, we have work to do.
The droid responded with several affirmative beeps. Johun returned the comlink to its pocket, and left for the hangar.
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Post by Miras on Oct 30, 2013 11:52:51 GMT -8
Miras put out his cigarette as he stepped into the turbolift, wary of accidentally setting off the smoke alarm and forcing a system shutdown. That would be just the kind of relaxing incident he needed after his tangle with that sorcerer on Bimmisaari. The research lab was on sub level six, if he remembered correctly. The Corellian hit the appropriate button on the glowing control panel and then slouched against the back wall of the lift as it made its brief descent to sub level two, where the doors chimed open to admit some Jedi Miras didn't recognize.
Shifting over to give the guy his space, the Padawan fixed his gaze forward and waited for the doors to close. They had just begun to hiss shut when he suddenly stepped forward and grabbed one of the shutters, causing it to retreat with a reproachful blatting sound. He barely heard it; he was too focused on the white-haired youth at the far end of the training arena. Stepping out of the lift, Miras began sauntering across the silver, high ceiling chamber, gray eyes narrowed, all thought of meeting Adieumus forgotten.
When he'd been shipped off of Corellia, he thought that would be the last time he'd see the smug, self-righteous Echani. Then, when Adieumus had sponsored him into the Watch, the Padawan had been convinced he was leaving his old life behind completely. Seeing Finna here, now, was something of a blow. In truth he didn't know why he was even approaching the other Jedi; their last encounter had pretty well finished things between them. Still, it was too strange a coincidence to just let go.
"Finna?"
The name passed his lips just as the Echani drove his fist into the training dummy with a vicious thwack! Miras wasn't even sure he'd heard.
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Post by Finna on Oct 30, 2013 12:59:21 GMT -8
Finna was sweating, breathing hard, pounding the unfortunate dummy within an inch of its 'life.' He couldn't recall the last time he had been this potent and aggressive in his training: he'd been running and re-running the aggressive forms for the past hour.
He was thinking, trying to focus, to find the flaws in his technique, to figure how Alkor consistently dismantled him so easily. How had the girl surprised him? He needed to be more aware. Was Alkor simply that much btter than Finna? Was Finna that far behind and below the Watchman? Why did Alkor leave so suddenly? What was troubling him? Finna had seen the look on his face; what did it mean?
His mind was in such turmoil that he barely noticed the sound of the turbolift opening. Miras' greeting went unheard, but Finna paused for a moment and realized there was somebody near him. He spun on the balls of his feet to face the intruder, hands lifted.
Miras. Finna remembered him from Corellia. The human was a decent fighter: not as precise as Finna was, but then again, few fighters were, and Miras was very effective with his rougher style. Finna had always looked down on his crude techniques and shunned him at Corellia, but now the Echani found himself feeling profoundly friendly towards the other boy. Condescension became so wearying sometimes. He lowered his hands and adjusted his robes, bowing his head slightly.
"Miras. What brings you here?"
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