New Teacher, New Friend, New Student

A little while longer passed, an Lallane decided that she had stared at the cars whizzing by outside for what seemed like forever. With a simple inhale and exhale, she began thinking of home, of Tatooine. It wasn't as simple sometimes as she thought it would be, thinking of home and family. It was the hardest thing to do in her mind, even though she was trained to do so without emotional consequences.

She had been so close to them growing up, and had many questions for them should she encounter them again. She wondered how things had gone on the moisture farm for Toran and Joran, her twin brothers. They had lost their father in a raid by the sand people, the same fate could befall them; though she hoped with all of the Force that it hadn't.

"Is luck a part of the force?" she asked herself outside of her thoughts as she stood there. Wondering if one could influence such a thing as probability with the force for a few moments before chuckling softly to herself. 'Yeah...because good luck is what they need....' she told herself sarcastically. She had lived away from them for so long, she could have nieces and nephews that she didn't know about.

She shook her head at the thought of a sister-in-law from either of her brothers, knowing full well she was protective of them both but as accepting of love as a Jedi could be. Soon thoughts of her mother touched her thoughts. 'You have been so hurt since Father died....' looking back on things in hindsight, she hadn't left at any other time than the worst. Her mother had probably gone largely ignored by both of her brothers due to them having to keep up the farm. She wondered if her mother was still sane, since it seemed to be slipping away just before she had left Tatooine for Coruscant. She tried to remember how her mother was more, but the only thing she could remember now was that she didn't look herself anymore when she left and that she was 'meaner' than before.

Lallane fully hoped with all of her heart that her mother hadn't headed further down this path and done anything foolish. It was then that she realized that her mother hadn't met her as a woman yet...she would have to remedy this sometime, though she wasn't sure when. A spark of hope kindled in her again when she thought of her brothers, surely they would take better care of her than ever now that she was gone....right?. She reassured herself more as she stood there alone in the hallway, passerby may have looked her way but she looked deep in thought at the moment.

She then thought for some reason of the Echani jedi that she had seen in the training chambers a few moments ago. For some reason she felt like it wouldn't be the last time she saw her. She shrugged to herself, putting her hands in the pockets of her robes and then moving across the hallway, to the window on the other side perhaps out of sheer introspection or perhaps just to look out on the city from the other side. Such a beautiful place, in it's own way. Though it was devoid of anything natural, the beauty of Coruscant was unrivaled sometimes in Lalllane's eyes. Something about the endless possibility of what could be going on at the moment on the planet enthralled her, she supposed it had to do with her love of learning. She smiled a small smile to herself and continued to watch the city peacefully as the Jedi Temple was alive with the hum of ongoing conversations and doings within the Order.

The electric buzz of sabers clashing echoed through the combat training grounds of the Temple. Eaon was on his third opponent so far today, and this one was also the most challenging. What made this particular Padawan dangerous was the fact that he hit hard, and sliced through the air fast. However noticing this came with practice at observing the enemy and knowledge of the art of combat. The attack was only at its most dangerous as long as the padawan could keep Eaon and blades distance away from himself.

When the Padawan sliced wide from the right to left at Eaon, he dashed forward, using the force to compliment his speed. When Eaon parried the attack it was only an inch from the hilt of the blade, putting Eaon right up in the Padawan's face. With a smirk Eaon palmed the padawan in the diaphragm, using the force to push the enemy back several feet. The Padawan was quick to attempt to get to his feet, but Eaon was calm and cool, using the force only to pull the Padawan's saber from him.

"Round three goes to me." Eaon said as he reached down and held his hand out to his fallen opponent helping him back to his feet. Eaon was somewhat unamused with some of the other Padawans, only a select few he found any real promise in, and Eaon found that to be most disappointing. Not because Eaon found the weakness in combat to be an issue, everyone was better at different things, but Eaon never had that many people he could seriously spar with.

Eaon was done today though, three rounds was enough, enough to get him in connection with his fallen master, and the use of the Force was enough to get him in touch with his fallen friend Izumi. Eaon had come to where he was finally at peace with himself in the eyes of the Force again. His spar on Alderaan with Saylis had proved that despite his best efforts he could not have saved his master nor his friend. However Eaon was still not at peace with the people who did it, nor the Order who'd let them be so unprepared.

Eaon simmered in his heart, as he left the training hall, he was not yet strong enough. No matter what he did he wasn't good enough, not without more practice, not without more training from a Master. Eaon exited the the training hall to notice a particular feeling coming from someone else, someone who was in fact stronger. Eaon let his green eyes scan over to the student to find a fairly attractive woman, who was probably also significantly older.

She was robbed and armored, strong looking, like someone who knew how to handle a lightsaber. Perhaps she was the one Eaon had been looking for, but then again she was not nearly as powerful as the members of the high council Eaon had been around. Eaon knew his train of thoughts were dangerous right now, but a fire in his soul rejected the wisdom he was gaining. His mind was still in battle, and his soul fighting a war. Eaon didn't plan on coming off as someone who sought to bring about chaos and battle, but he reeked of bilegerance at the moment.

Lallane continued to look down upon Coruscant, she thought for awhile about what the Jedi Master had told her. She knew she wasn't allowed outside of the temple until she had a master, but she also knew that she really wanted to go out and get some parts for the droid she had been planning on building for centuries now. It seemed like every time she was close to beginning construction on the droid, something else came up....such was the life of a jedi in training. She sighed to herself, a gentle smile upon her lips.

For a moment, she thought she was thinking too hard but then she felt the force pull towards the training room she had just left, someone was coming, someone weaker than her in the Force but well enough. She looked around the hall briefly, and then abruptly noticed a young man, a Padawan, looking...staring at her.

For a moment she stared back, but in the next moment she turned her body so that he clearly knew she noticed the dark haired youth. The small smile that had been on her lips had been replaced with a look of curiosity as she raised an eyebrow to take in the young man. He was handsome, but younger than her, he seemed fit and also seemed like he was intent upon staring at her. She bowed to him once, before crossing to him humbly. He was a little taller than her as a boy naturally would be, but she didn't have to look up that much.

"Can I help you fellow Padawan?" though she was only a little while away from her birthday and her trials, she was still a Padawan and always held respect for those going through what she also has. "You seemed quite entranced by me a moment ago....I don't look that good do I?" she teased and warned at the same time, hoping to remind him of his jedi teachings a little and break the ice even. "I'm Lallane Novos...I don't believe we've ever met?"

As the simmering in his heart and mind boiled down and faded like a fire who'd consumed all the forest around it, Eaon blinked blankly at the woman. She was in fact shorter than he, something he hadn't noticed before, and for the first time her features were starting to set in. Eaon had gained a face to put behind the flavor that had hit him the moment he'd left the training area.

The woman was very attractive indeed, very nice features and great curves, under normal circumstances and with normal people she'd be quiet the catch. However these were not normal circumstances, and Eaon was not a normal person. Though the adolescent youth in him leaned more naturally towards one particular feeling that was primal, and powerful, the Jedi training in him that flowed back to his mind with peace pushed another way completely.

"Unless you know a thing or two about using that Lightsaber of yours I'm afraid I might be a bit beyond helping my friend." Eaon spoke, despite the instinctive, though fading feeling of chaos within him, Eaon sounded calm and presentable as ever. Eaon believed in a Knight's code of behavior. One must always honor those who speak to him, and one must never dishonor one's self by showing overt signs of anger or emotion.

"Physically though, you are quiet beautiful. Though to answer your question a little better, yes you look good, but the robes and saber of a Jedi are the symbol of all that is good within the Galaxy. So in that sense, everyone who goes here, and honors the code and our ways looks good." Eaon said, with a dry sense of Sarcasm. He wasn't making light of the situation either, truth be told he was aware he'd been caught gazing at someone a way that a Jedi should not. However one had to quickly save the situation, and when one is to argue a collective group of principals and values, one might as well argue it to save one's own self.

Lallane responded to everything he said with a lighthearted laugh, she then formed an smile with her mouth. The comment about everyone looking good had a way of looking at things within it that she never really had tried, she considered everyone to be one together with the force here....but how everyone looked was an entirely different thing all together. At least to her, but perhaps women and men would always be different in certain ways.

"I agree with what you said....except the 'everyone looking good part'...perhaps everyone here who honors the code is good....but not everyone can look good doing it." she thought back to the Hutt jedi she had met in the training room awhile ago. An uncomfortable look passed over her face briefly before she looked at ease again in the next moment. "As far as my skill with the lightsaber goes.........it's no more further along than I am with the force." she answered with an eyebrow raise. "One should always remember that it's only something to help." she smiled at him, he seemed like the type to openly challenge her to a practice duel, though he had a sense of calmness in the midst of all his tenacity. So she decided she would beat him to the punch as a group of younglings exited the training chambers behind them both, giggling and laughing behind the teacher she had seen talk to the Echani jedi.

"If you'd like, we can practice?" she asked simply, deciding an open remark was best.

"No everyone looks good, just only a few are worth looking at." Eaon shot back with an interesting paradox of a thought process. If everyone indeed looked good, then good would no longer would good be something of elevated status. In short if everyone looked good, then no one would be good. Eaon hoped though that this would not come into the woman's mind, for that was an argument Eaon had not succeeded in coming up with a parlay for.

"I would very much like to test myself against you. I've finished off three opponents in the last hour, so it shall be good for my endurance." Eaon said humbly, it was better than saying "Sure I''ll beat you down." especially considering Eaon was getting pretty tired, or maybe that was the excitement dying down, but the idea of maybe finding a worthy sparing partner excited Eaon more. The thrill of combat was something Eaon didn't avoid, rather he enjoyed it to a nearly dangerous level, he didn't enjoy winning though, nor losing or killing a defeated enemy. Eaon enjoyed the actual spar though, it allowed one primal instinct to confront another and in away it was intimate the mind melding with another mind.

That is why Eaon strove to become more and more powerful and to feel his power mirrored off of another. A measurement in a sense to see what he did well, and what he did wrong. In use of the saber, it tested Eaon's skill, in a mission, his heart was tested, and in use of the force it was Eaon testing the very nature of his soul. It seemed rather dark, but in away it was the deepest of romances in a sense. What was of greater importance than the understanding of one's own self?

Eaon moved back into the training room and quickly found his sabers on his body Purple and blue, the colors of those forgotten by the sands of time, and blue, the color of one who seeks to restore peace and order to all. Eaon chose of course to go with the purple blade, for a moment in time, it connected him to those who helped to create hislightsaber. Eaon would not dishonor them by leaving them out of his life, they'd given their lives so that he may live, and he would bring something personal with each of them so that they be with him in more than just spirit.

"You may begin when you are ready. If you wish to place a wager on the outcome of the battle feel free to do so as well. Oh and I am called Eaon Norellia."

Lallane followed him into the training room, she had a curious look on her face as she followed. She spotted the Echani jedi, down the hall further...she looked like she was looking for something? No matter she supposed.

She turned back to her new padawan friend as, the training doors slid open for them and then closed behind them at a hiss. She noted that he wasted no time, standing in the center of the training chambers immediately and facing her.

"Good practice is priceless, Eaon." she said as he selected his blade, she noticed he had two of them inside his robes and though she knew he wasn't duel wielding them in combat together just yet, she did wonder where he got two from as a Padawan. "All right then, as you wish." she said as he signaled that he was ready to begin.

She summoned her lightsaber into her hands from underneath her robes. She noticed he didn't take his off, which was odd and showed a little bit of overconfidence on his part. He had yet to see her in battle, and didn't know how fast she was...yet he chose to kept them on and she simply mentally shrugged to herself, deciding to keep hers on as well so that the playing field would be as close to even as possible.

In the next moment, Lellane exploded into motion, using the Force to make her significantly faster as she unleashed her blade to life, it's baby blue hue sizzling to action in musical hums. First she flipped through the air, true to her Ataru style and then landed in directly in front of him. She twisted upward in an uppercut like motion and slashed from his feet to his head, flipping over him and attempting a downward swat at him while passing overhead.

She landed behind him a good ways away after that double strike, and then attempted to sweep him off his feet with the Force by yanking her free hand once at them, she then pushed forward with the same hand quickly attempting a Force Push combination to send him flying backward into a the wall or to the ground hopefully.

Eaon waited in silence trying to figure out what his enemy would do. If she were about his age, Eaon figured she'd probably be pretty good at the Shii-Cho style, and likewise that's what Eaon was expecting. Though one thing Eaon learned from his spar with Saylis was always expect some manner of trickery, or evasion. Eaon had become so cynical particularly in dealing with combat styles, that even though the sudden use of an advanced saber style was used, the only real hesitation that Eaon had was his immediate desire to stand in awe before an artist performing a poetic sonnet of light and elegance.

Still the knowledge of "No-Thought" as Eaon called it took over, to clear oneself of everything, but that primal instinct to respond, to survive, and to fight. This time, Eaon's desire to flee won out, as rather than combat the superior blade, Eaon stepped back just enough to avoid the first strike by perhaps half a foot. Eaon you see, was still in the mind set of fighting his last opponent, and was not yet ready to do battle with a far superior enemy. Alas though, the woman, skilled and powerful forced Eaon to draw his lightsaber "The Fallen" its purple blade igniting with an electronic harmony that in Eaon's battle loving heart rivaled a Gurreck's roar in the early morning sun.

In a moment of recognizing and divine appriciation for Shii-Cho Eaon managed to defend his head from being hit with the Saber. Then, much to Eaon's surprise, his feet were suddenly pulled from him and before he could come crashing down to the temple's floor Eaon felt his body be hurled through the air backwards. Eaon was not about to be tossed around like a rag doll though, whilst in mid air Eaon forced himself to slam his left palm hard into the temple floor yanking him from the air. Then with aide of the force, Eaon lifted himself just high enough from the ground to make it so he could land on his feet proper, the only force acting on him now the momentum from being flung through the air.

As Eaon slid to a halt, his eyes narrowed across the training area to the woman who'd bested him in round one. A smile ran across his face as he pulled his robe off, getting himself ready for combat. "That was most impressive, it would seem you are a few years older than I am. That is okay though, I need a challenge every now and then." Eaon smirked through a cold, yet oddly joyful mono-tone. Eaon didn't know if one would take this for sadism or merely a Jedi who liked to learn, but regardless Eaon was having fun and he planned on doing so.

Lellane watched as Eaon was yanked off of his feet and whisked across the room by the force, she thought he would break his arm with how abruptly he stopped with it but he landed on his feet at a skid backwards. She smiled a small smile, and then spun her saber, pulling it up to the side of her face pointed at him across the room.

"Not bad yourself." she said honestly from her fighting stance, thinking of how he defended the himself well with his saber moment ago. She wondered for awhile, what defense he would have against her, and what offense he would try against to attempt.

Not knowing was never a good thing, so the smile faded from her features and she burst into action, again aiding herself with speed through the Force. This time she rapidly approached him and leaped over him and past him, swatting at him from above again as she planted her feet on the wall behind him. With sheer momentum, she used to force to spring from the wall even faster than she approached. She attempted a missile kick to the chest with the momentum of the force, she then back-flipped from this maneuver and landed on the floor with bent knees and then attempted a Force push aimed at his face from this kneeling position.

As Eaon rebalanced himself, knowing the style of his enemy and expecting a lightning fast enemy, most people wouldn't bother to put their sabers away. They'd value it like a safety blanket, their "lifeline" however Eaon was not so ignorant, nor so foolish. Eaon's blade represented the essence of his fallen master, however the Force represented his fallen friend Izumi. Eaon saw fit to make sure he was equally good with both of them in the event he was outmatched. As such, rather than rely on a strong defense with something based on matter and physical energy, Eaon turned his blade off and waited for his opponent to move.

Other than completely draining his mind of anything but natural reactions to any situation thrown at him to avoid stress and second guessing himself, Eaon also practiced a form of natural fluidity in combat. Eaon believed that in order to survive conflict one must be like water in that they must be crystal clear one moment, able to respond to anything, and then be able to come crashing down in a torrent the next. Eaon was like water in another sense too, he wasn't particularly dangerous with just Shii-Cho, however he was very creative in managing his stamina and the Force. The reason for this was that Eaon had to be like a river over the land, slowly it would erode the land and create a canyon, Eaon's style of defensive offense was the same way, slowly relying on an enemy's over exertion in order to strike at the opportune moment in time.

Again she lunged at him, typical from what Eaon had read of people using Ataru to attempt to rely on grace and speed as well as jumps. For someone who let them stay up close and personal, or didn't expect it, they could quickly become over whelmed. However for someone only knew a bit of Shii-Cho that weakness was a constant reality, and thus to survive Eaon would over come by avoiding falling in that situation. Lallane's attack was predictable, at least in its first phase and rather than defend Eaon rushed forward diving to the side and left of the blade, rolling and looking back to Lallane.

As expected Lallane had a mode of fluidity herself, not wasting a single movement, responding with a kick towards Eaon's chest. Still not one to draw his blade, Eaon moved forward blocking the kick with his right arm, however before he was forced back, using his left hand, Eaon pushed into the side of Lallane's leg with the Force, attempting to throw her off balance and immediately to her left side. Following this manuver, Eaon drew his lightsaber again, moving, not yet sure of the result of his defense. Eaon though, was favoring his right arm, a kick was a kick and it had hurt pretty bad, Eaon knew he would be fine, but he would have to avoid taking hit son his right side as best he could for awhile. However also not one to waste time, Eaon would respond by attempting to slice Lallane horizontally before she would get time to recover if he could.

Lellane definitely knew now that he had his own fighting style, his own version of Shii-Cho. Eaon turned his lightsaber on and off while in combat, in a draw form sort of fashion. When she landed her kick, it was blocked by a right forearm. She then felt a hand on her leg and then the Force spun her all the way around as it pushed her backward, her own Force push flying off in misdirection harmlessly.

As her vision and the room spun around from his Force push, a purple lightsaber came crashing across the middle into her own baby blue one as she blocked, knowing to keep her blade central and steady even if she was off balance or at a disadvantage.

As they stood there, sizzling lightsabers of purple and baby blue crossed she looked at him from in between the blades as orange sparks jumped between the blades while they were touching.

"Improvised lightsaber style......" she stated with a grin in between the hues of purple and baby blue. "But responding can't get you out of everything."

She then began attempting to use the Force to tug and pull at him from all directions in an attempt to off balance him before she attempted a back step, and then a spin forwards with her lightsaber, breaking the lock with an attempted feet to head slash with one hand as she elegantly spun forward and then brought her blade downward from that strike from head to toe.

Not knowing what counter attack or defense he would attempt she then performed a spinning attack from where her saber was low after that last strike. Her baby blue blade and jedi robes spun around her like one whole blade in a whirlwind fashion and when she stopped she slid backward a little from the sheer momentum of the spin, she crouched and looked back towards him to see the effect of the three piece strike.

"Sometimes you have to know what you're doing...before you're doing it." she said from her crouching position as the hum of their lightsabers filled the training area.

"Correct!" Eaon said in a rather upbeat and amused voice as the duel continued on. Lallane was very smart and beautiful, she'd even managed to grasp that Eaon couldn't respond to everything that happened, no one could, there was just too many factors that went into performing something like that. However what Lallane didn't consider was that Eaon wasn't just responding to attacks, the only reason that Eaon even managed to pull that last attack of was because he'd managed to predict, or rather guess that Lallane would attempt to make a second strike in an attempt to catch him off guard. In other words "Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me", Eaon didn't fall for the same trick more than once, and though he looked mindless in combat, and let his body's instincts do most of the work, one had to be able to see the bigger picture.

Eaon felt the force begin to pull at his body from many directions pulling him off balance, rather than fight to maintain control, Eaon decided to respond the way water does when it comes face to face with a sheer drop. Eaon fell, down onto his back, and he even bumped his head on landing, which truth be told left a rather large bump and hurt painfully for a moment, but really wasn't much worse than that. Eaon could tell something unpredictable had happened, she'd launched a joint attack, stepping back whilst using the force and attacking. Eaon could tell this had been her plan all along, using the force as distraction she'd gotten the room and time needed to break the lock on their sabers. She'd hit Eaon's saber at some point because he could feel his left arm was outstretched away from his body. Then eleganty, Lallane struck horizontally at Eaon, which any normal Jedi would have tried to respond from, again though Eaon wasn't feeling particularly normal today.

Rolling to the side suffering only a minor burn from a spark when Lallane's saber made contact with the ground, Eaon rolled back quickly and used the force to jump back putting distance between he and Lallane. Eaon quickly disengaged his saber again, watching Lallane perform a spin attack, she'd predicted him okay, but not perfect. The spinning attack could have caught him off guard and would have been devistating to most other people in their age group, however Lallane had predicted Eaon would move to respond to everything she did. In that sense she was correct, however what she didn't factor into the equation is that fleeing, even if temporary is one of the natural two responses all creatures are born with. Eaon chose not to stay close and fight, but rather to break off the combo of attacks and fall back to safer ground, as a result other than being stretched on his left side, getting a slight burn, and bumping his head Eaon was away from any immediate danger.

"I try not to know what I'm doing." Eaon said as his blade zipped quiet again. "If I don't know what my plan is no one does, I can't be predicted. If I learn my styles correctly, they become nature and they can't be read. If one moment I can use the force offensively and then the next use it to escape, then perhaps in the next moment not use it at all then I am a challenge. Most Jedi rely too much on their physical abilities and become tired, the others rely too much on the force and lose focus. I simplified the equation, I make no unneeded movements and thus don't tire quickly, nor do I rely on the force more than one should so that my focus and ability to use the force along side my saber is higher than usual. You have an advantage right now, you're better trained or you've had more of it, however you will grow tired quicker than I will at this rate, and once you begin to feel fatigued I will just have to step up my game a little bit more and most people become panicked, then the duel is over. "

Lellane was stunned when he revealed that he actually didn't want to know what he was doing. She listened to him talk for a little while as he clicked off his lightsaber, standing across the room. At this point he was burned, probably had a knot on his head or a bad headache, and probably had some overstretched muscles. A small smile passed on her young face as she needed to remind him of some crucial things before they left the chambers on this day.

"What you said is true but...." she called on the force to focus on her lungs and her mind. She stood there, and a slight shimmer could be seen around her as she showed her healing talents with the force. "Becoming tired is not something you should bank upon for victory.....when the Force is also your opponents ally and not just your own...." her voice was calm as the force continued to wash over her lungs and mind, soothing them both as she alleviated any fatigue and out of breath feelings she may have been feeling moments ago. As she ended her Force healing she smiled at him, as the glow around her faded.

The hum of her own baby blue lightsaber ended as his did, as she turned off her blade and crossed the room to him. She put her lightsaber back on her belt with an exhale. Wordlessly, she put two hands on him. She put her right hand onto the back of his head which he hurt in his "evasion" and put her left hand onto his cheek that had been singed from her lightsaber. In this moment, their faces were pretty close and she cleared her throat abruptly so that they both kept concentration.

She began Force healing on him as well, closing her eyes and breathing deeply as they stood there. She felt the knot on the back of his head swell down under her hands, and also saw the burn on his cheek from her lightsaber disappear. She released him and then put both of her hand on his left side, wrapping him up in a brief hug to channel her healing into his muscles to relax them. She then let go of him, feeling a lot less focused mentally on what was going on.

She almost felt like she was dizzy, but not quite. Between using the Force in their sparring match, and then using it to heal them both afterward she had probably used up half of her Force energies if not more.

"Well....that's enough for me for right now." she took another deep breath and then felt light headed from doing Force healing back to back on two people. "You taught me a few things........thank you Eaon, I won't forget you." Lallane honestly said with a smile. "I'll be meeting my new master soon....so we probably won't have much time to spar again for a little while....but maybe when our schedules open up a bit we can have at it again." Lallane thought to herself briefly about when this could happen "If we're both knights someday we can spar all we want then...maybe somewhere besides the temple?" she suggested with a shrug before turning to the chair where her robes were and floating them across the room to her with the Force, slowly though as not to make her feel any more dizzy or lightheaded than she already was. When her robes reached her she caught them softly, and then slung them around herself with a stretch.

"What they send Padawans to deal with will become tired." Eaon said back calmly as he heard Lallane address something of a concern or thought on how Eaon had handled things. Truth be told she was completely right and Eaon was completely aware of that, however it didn't mean he wasn't incorrect. While Lallane and Master Saylis had been exceptions to the rule, most of the time Eaon only ever ended up dealing with other Jedi in his level range of strength and power. Eaon knew his limits and used those as the variables for fighting, if things started to look bad, it wasn't like it was extremely difficult to notice and change styles to match that.

Eaon then found himself fighting the urge to step back from Lallane as she began to heal him. At first Eaon didn't know what was going on, he didn't heal hardly ever healed via the force. Normally his body did so on its own over time, and Eaon was very much used to that. What didn't kill him made him stronger, and Eaon enjoyed growing stronger. However that didn't mean that Eaon was against using the force to heal, rather it was just unnatural for him to do so, it also helped Eaon lacked the ability to do so. Then came the somewhat interesting part that Eaon didn't know what to think of it. She'd hugged his left side and started to channel the force through him, which confused Eaon as much as it left him dumbfounded. As much as Eaon enjoyed it, being hugged was weird for Eaon, and his arm wasn't in that bad of shape. It would probably be stiff for a day or two, but nothing worse, and the feeling of being healed rapidly made Eaon feel like his internals were more alive than they should be.

"I would hope, you look tired, you didn't need to heal me." Eaon said sounding almost like a concerned parent. Truth be told Eaon would have been fine, but still she'd chosen to heal him. Eaon only nodded when Lallane spoke of her master, Eaon didn't want to bring up his fallen master, nor his brief time training under Battlemaster Saylis. Eaon didn't like the idea of people judging him based off of a short time he spent with one of the greatest fighters in the known universe. Eaon's skill was his own, he hadn't had that much help with it all. "Maybe, I've not left this place in a long time." Eaon said as his mind trailed off and he began to worry a tad about Lallane she looked dizzy. "You should sit down, you don't want to lose your composure before your Master shows up."

Lallane took his advice with a silent nod. She nodded towards a pair of chairs she saw along the walls of the training room and began towards them, hoping that the chair was as comfortable as it looked right now. It was. She melted her curves into the chair and sat back with a sigh, crossing her legs and let both of her arms hang over each side of the chair.

She inhaled and exhaled tilting her head back briefly, feeling the Force return to it's normal level in her slowly. She pushed her hair back behind her ear on one side of her face, and then smiled at Eaon, the force returning to her in waves by the moment as she sat there.

"I don't know about you...but I haven't practiced like that in awhile!" she couldn't help but to actually laugh as she in-visioned their sparring session from the outside looking in, it was more like a duel she thought as she shook her head, her laugh ending. It was silent for a few moments as she pressed her lips into a small smile and studied the young man across from her. He was definitely cute, but he definitely looked like he had a problem in general sometimes when he spaced out or stared off. Whatever it was bothered him deeply, and she could just barely feel the Force jump randomly in him...sometimes erratically whenever he thought of whatever it was that caused him to have so much passion for things.

There were still things she didn't know, holes about him, but she had just met him and clashed blades with him. They say two jedi will know each other more after clashing blades than after a million hours of conversation. She still held her small smile and studied him up and down before speaking again.

"So...the way you fight. It seems like you were a bit of a fighter before you even picked up an instruction manual on a lightsaber....where are you from....Mandalore?" she sarcastically ended with her smile still planted on her lips, raising an eyebrow at him.

Eaon followed Lallane over to the chairs, she chose to sit down, which was probably better for her considering her dazed look. Eaon chose to take to the floor though, sitting just in front of Lallane. Eaon chose not to just sit though, he needed reflection and meditation. Eaon knew that he'd said he didn't think about combat, but really he did, not before, and not during, that was all principal and instinct based off of training. After the fight though, that's how he judged anything he needed to do to change, how he became a better fighter.

As Eaon's mind and heart opened up for the world to peer into, his soul took a trip back several moments before. Slowly the blurs of color, sound, and feeling began to become images. Facial expressions, and weapon stances, attacks, and individual movements became clear. The force, and the world was as water, a massive lake that consumed all and encompassed everything. Every motion even by the smallest of creatures created ripples in this water, and in combat, one reacted to these smallest of ripples and responded in suite.

Then Eaon heard Lallane's voice from across the vast ocean, suspended like a moment in time. To Eaon the time it took for her words to cross him seemed to be like a rain across a vast salt ocean, it quenched one's thirst for a moment, but in an hour they would be thirsty again. So like any survivalist, Eaon did what one had to do to survive in an ocean, he made himself away to collect more of the oh so savored water. "Yes, most people are either somewhere behind me at this point in my life, or really far ahead of me, so finding someone in close range can be difficult. I'm glad I had the chance to spar with you though. When blades clash I feel one can really connect to the soul of the other."

Eaon said, some what of a warrior poet. Truth be told his soul was held in his blade as much as it was in the force. All that had happened to create Eaon as he was that day, was caused not by the force alone, but by the weapon of another. As such when Eaon wielded his blade, it was like the essence of all that had failed to claim him had forged him a weapon and made him stronger. Eaon respected that the Force had given him the ability to fight longer and harder than most, and most of all he respected his own blade, for he who doesn't respect and fear his own power, is not truly fit to grasp it.

"I'm fighting a war in my head and in my heart. My enemy is in a pain he never knew he could experience and no matter how hard I tried to defeat him conventionally he would always hold his own." Eaon started, using a combat worthy metaphor to describe his last few months at the Academy. "Eventually to avoid being consumed by my enemy I had to learn to wear him down and just respond. I had to find a new link to the Force, and a new weapon because I couldn't bare to grasp my old saber anymore. In the fires of my own heart I was born anew." Eaon said before returning to silence only to further contemplate Lallane's words before realizing their intent. She wasn't trying to figure out how he learned to fight, but rather, it seemed she wanted to know where he was from. Not wanting to embarass himself Eaon decided rather than appologize and correct himself to merely add onto what he said before.

"No warrior of Mandalore knows my style, though they have a similar mindset. My style is born to me, and I am from Corellia."

In the end Lallane didn't expect him to say so many things that touched her. He for one felt similar to she did about her "level" of power or ability, she believed that no matter how strong she got the distance between where she began and where she ended didn't matter because she was but a mere fragment of the force.

"An enemy who appears to much, may have more interest in you than any mere enemy would I think?" she remembered what that too much attention can lead to vanity of a person misjudges the intention of any complements or help they may be lucky enough to get along the way. "Just remember not to fight back too hard, fighting is but a mere expression of the soul not a way to carry it." Lellane kept her legs crossed in her chair as she sat up more and entered her own state of meditation, folding her hands across her lap. She looked completely calm and soon the force seemed to swim through her, after awhile she could almost feel like she could do a lot more than just sit but chose to apply it to her mind instead of her body.

Soon things became clear to her about Eaon's fighting style as it replayed in her mind. Freeze frames of him with a purple saber blazing in front of him came to mind...he barely rolled or moved out of the way, he actually barely moved at all except when he decided to strike.

'I didn't see you use your lightsaber to defend hardly at all' she thought, thinking about how he defended with his against a kick instead of attempting to slash at her as she approached, which would have resulted in an easy flip and slash for her before landing. This took presence of mind, and reminded her of her own Ataru style. She knew some pretty...flexible and acrobatic ways to dodge and fight, even hand to hand. Though his style seemed to be a bit more 'sudden', it reminded her of her own all the same. In her mind though, all lightsaber styles were connected and it was more of a choice of road than traveling on a different type of path. Makashi was no trolly, while Soresu was no starship, they were all just roads with different twists and turns.

She had heard that he was from Corellia, his voice was earnest in response to the joke she had told awhile ago. She knew a little about Corellia since she had been there once herself, to Coronet. It was a beautiful place...and there was no lack of men there to whistle at her either....this interested her about him but she didn't break a smile or move in her meditative state.

"I have been to your home planet once not a few years ago..." she said softly, not wanting to disturb him as even though her eyes were closed now she could feel him meditating as well. "I am from Tatooine...it's in the Outer Rim if you've ever heard of it." being from the Outer Rim was a vastly different lifestyle than anything she experienced after leaving home. She knew this probably brought some differences between her and Eaon since he was from one of the Core Worlds, but she knew that a difference was just something new to learn about.

After awhile she began to think of after she became a jedi knight where everything would take her. The "ultimate unknown" of the future as she liked to call it sometimes brought things one didn't expect. Again she reminded herself to relish the opportunity to learn from anything the future brought her as she meditated there, her legs now crossed in her chair.

She continued meditating, and saw faces that warmed her heart. Her family, her twin brothers..her mother...and then her father. Each seemed to wash over her mind like paint, the colors and expressions people made at times becoming more clear and less blurry the longer she meditated. Eventually though she opened her eyes, and called herself back through the swirling like vision of her family back home on Tatooine. For awhile she felt like she could put herself there, like the force was trying to tell her or remind her of something...a feeling or an emotion that she felt sometime there. She knew that when undisturbed the Force could make you reflect dangerously at times, so she focused on the present instead of continuing to meditate while feeling too curious. Whenever she meditated on her family though, it felt so distant and unclear to her for some reason. No matter, she would go see them after she became a knight.

"I have to admit though...you seem to enjoy combat, I could feel a lot of joy coming from you when we were fighting." she looked a little concerned for a small moment but knew that this was probably just because it allowed him to reflect and improve. "You already have the skill...so I don't see a reason why you cannot enjoy it from time to time. Just don't let it consume you, lest you do anything for a good match huh?" she said as she was pinning her hair up into a bun. When she was done she grabbed her robes and shrugged comfortably.

"Have any siblings back home?" she figured she would ask him since she had heard that Corellians were all about family while she was there, and she thought about her own brothers enough.

"Appearances can deceive. However it depends on the enemy. Should I appear before you a great number of times for no reason, perhaps my motives are not pure. If a Sith appears before me numerous times, if he draws his saber then his interests, no matter how clouded must be considered a threat. If they mean well, then no Jedi will falsely attack them." Eaon said in confidence at the remarks made by Lallane. She made a good point, for no one who appeared more times than absolutely needed against. Eaon knew his words sounded cold, even hostile towards the person, but he knew them to be, at least to himself true. When confronted with an enemy in the order, none came to mind, Eaon's life was the Order. When it came to the Dark Jedi or the newly formed Sith, Eaon viewed them as scum, unless they planned on redeeming themselves they were merely souls who sought to gain at another person's expense.

"Combat does carry the soul though, even if it is but a part. For combat itself is the closest anyone comes to their darkness, for in combat there is more than defense, and postures, and stances. In order to win, one must at some point be aggressive, even if it is only passive aggressive. For Jedi this is vital, so we know what it is we avoid, we must see it in ourselves." Eaon said, it was how he was surviving. The allure to the Darkside was powerful, but the only thing he that burned a flame in his soul worse than the Dark Jedi who took his master and friend from him was betraying their memories and falling to darkness. Eaon needed that hold, and the time it took him to find stability, to end the duel with his own heart, and remain in the light and grace of the Republic, amongst warm hearts and warm minds.

Eaon then halted his speaking for a moment, his words betray his heart, or his heart twisted his words. Eaon didn't know which, and it made him sound more misguided. Eaon focused back on the massive sea which was the force. Long had Eaon been working on his philosophy of what the Force was, and he knew it was like an ocean. However he couldn't help but have a hard time placing the Jedi in this. If the Jedi were submerged in the Force, as one could argue they were, then the ability of the Jedi to read the ripples in the Force would always mean they were a step behind. However Jedi were not always a step behind, which led Eaon to believe that the physical feeling of the Jedi was in fact the illusion, and within the concept of the all covering Force, the Jedi were actually, just drops of water, within the Force as were all people. Thus when the Jedi felt the ripple, they could respond, because they were the water, which also complimented Eaon's theory on his Lightsaber style.

As Eaon meditated, his curiosity got the better of him. From his place within the ocean and found a familiar water over to one near by. The greatest sense of the Force immediately near him, Miss Lallane. Eaon was not the most skilled in sensing other Jedi, he couldn't pick up on their thoughts, nor communicate with them directly, though he could get a feeling of the memories they had. The over all tone of the story if you will, and Eaon couldn't help but do that. The feelings he felt were familiar, like returning to the Temple after a Mission. Eaon knew without much thought that the feeling of her memories, was his home, she'd been to his city, Coronet.

"Once I researched Jedi Robes, out of curiosity on how we could ware them, and some theories point that it was the original Force Sensitive that had come from Tatooine." Eaon said having spent some time on the subject. While he had no intention of revealing why he was looking for rules on Jedi Robes, Eaon himself knew that it was because he had developed a theory long ago. There were several known Lightsaber Styles, and Eaon had an idea for the third, a style that was in Eaon's opinion as true as the Force itself. More to the subject though, Eaon himself had not made it to the planet, and from what he could tell there was really no reason to want to go there. It sounded rather terrible.

Eaon couldn't help though but feel connected to Lallane though, in a strange way she felt somewhat as he did. She knew her family, at least that's what it felt like to Eaon. It was a warm feeling, yet cold and empty in reflection, as Eaon had forgotten the faces of his mother and father and the familiar warmth and comfort of his home. In a sad truth, Eaon thought it was unfair of the Order to take children away before they became attached to their parents. Just because you didn't know them, didn't mean you don't have them, and as much as philosophy and Masters may help, one misses a mothers warm embrace and the guiding spirit of a father.

"As Jedi we will never know love in our life. We will never have a person for whom we can call our own, and who shall call us their own. Yet in this life without relationships that seem almost vital for any other group of people, we will see more danger, more pain, and do more than most people." Eaon spoke calmly. He knew that his conversations could prove to be an issue within the order, but within the confines of whom he chose to confide in, his words took a deeper meaning. For Eaon, who had lost much, at a relatively young age had also gained much wisdom. From his humble restoration at the hands of Battlemaster Saylis, to the invention of his style of combat and philosophy on the force, Eaon spent much time contimplating on many things, and his love of combat was one. "My Master, and my best friend were taken from me on Vjun. I lived. When I meditate, and when I use the force it makes me feel connected to my friend. When I am in combat I feel a connection to my Master that I cannot feel elsewhere. Combat is vital to my survival and though I do not seek it out, I do not take it for any less than it is. A chance for me to remind myself who I am and what I stand for. When I enter combat I glorify his sacrifice, which is how I understand the Mandalorians. I will not fall and I will show that in my brilliance, that my Master taught me long and by god he taught me well. With the force as my ally and the spirit of a close friend to keep me warm, all who stand against what is good will see the errors of their way in a brilliance that cannot be expressed by words alone."