Post by Foxfire on Jun 6, 2012 20:09:36 GMT -5
Mal was again moving a few items he had found in the storage rooms of the medical wing to the training room he had set up for those that wanted to strengthen their vision with in the force. Although to it would greater build their focus as well. Mal Loved these toys when he was younger and coming here for the first time. hour upon hours he would spend engrossed in the mazes and filter boxes.
The toys as some had called them were a bit more than that each one had been touch and affected by their user. The different items held within the puzzles not could just be felt but could be seen if taught just right. Many of the items glowed even pulsed with the force. Other pieces held the force no longer. Yet he was kind surprised that none held pieces of the darkside. Thinking to his training of long ago a youngling had made for himself such a game which attracted much attention. The game became very addictive to those that played with it and in the end had to be destroyed. The poor student tried to recover from it but ended up leaving the Order and never being heard from again.
Great honor and responce ability came with these training toys. Mal was chosen by the majority to handle and deal with them as per the Orders teachings. Yet with the war growing he was afraid that many were taking on the blade and forgetting the other aspects of the force just for the honor of combat. He hoped that he was wrong.
Moving the final sand puzzles he was trying to make the turn into the training room yet his gurth was making it hard for him to turn and push with out the use of the force. The sands were odd in that they reacted to the slightest force movement. Three time already he had to clean up the sands as they were wooshed out of the boxes by unfettered younglings running by with their force presonces waving all about, like flailing arms. He needed help yet this far from the main runs and training areas he would find few helpers here.
The toys as some had called them were a bit more than that each one had been touch and affected by their user. The different items held within the puzzles not could just be felt but could be seen if taught just right. Many of the items glowed even pulsed with the force. Other pieces held the force no longer. Yet he was kind surprised that none held pieces of the darkside. Thinking to his training of long ago a youngling had made for himself such a game which attracted much attention. The game became very addictive to those that played with it and in the end had to be destroyed. The poor student tried to recover from it but ended up leaving the Order and never being heard from again.
Great honor and responce ability came with these training toys. Mal was chosen by the majority to handle and deal with them as per the Orders teachings. Yet with the war growing he was afraid that many were taking on the blade and forgetting the other aspects of the force just for the honor of combat. He hoped that he was wrong.
Moving the final sand puzzles he was trying to make the turn into the training room yet his gurth was making it hard for him to turn and push with out the use of the force. The sands were odd in that they reacted to the slightest force movement. Three time already he had to clean up the sands as they were wooshed out of the boxes by unfettered younglings running by with their force presonces waving all about, like flailing arms. He needed help yet this far from the main runs and training areas he would find few helpers here.