A two edged Sword (Yemran,Open)

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

It was the day after he had met Deenar in the Library and Gharassk had gotten a fair amount of sleep. Gharassk Ran had Awaken to a cloudy day that gave promise to rain, he had hoped to go to the gardens later in the day, however it looked as though that part of his plans would be changed.

Gharassk did some simple push ups until he had began getting hungry for food at the lunch hall in the Temple.
After a quick breakfast Gharassk travailed back to his Room and collected his light saber and would fill his day with saber combat training and time at the library to collect a knowledge of things that where still beyond his young mind...a young mind who greatly needed a mentor to guide it.

Gharassk entered the Training hall and walked through the groups of people that where either sparring with each other or a training droid of some kind, it varied from training remotes to bots. Gharassk made his way to the first empty circle he could find and powered up a training bot and then armed his saber and took a stance holding the saber behind him in his right hand and then waited for the droid to make it's attack. Lets begin, shall we? Gharassk said calmly to the Grey droid.

"Target identified...engage!" IT said in it's cold metallic voice as it began it's slow march toward Gharassk. It's first attack was a simple overhead downward slash. And Gharassk side stepped out of the way and pulled his own saber into a slash aiming for the droids back.

[jusuf]

The life of a Jedi youngling was pretty much a routine. The clan would wake up at early hours to be accompanied by their instructor, a Cerean named O-sman to the lunch hall. The breakfast would be followed by Force studies and lectures on the histories of different worlds and cultures. For nearly a decade in which the clan had been together they learned how to follow their instructor without making any mischief; behaving just like a real Jedi. They achieved a kind of harmony that was brought about by seeing each other as brothers and sisters. These children were at the age that they were considered worthy of being Padawans. They had grown up.

That day was no different. The lectures were followed by a mid-day meal and the clan moved on to its mandatory physical training. The three-pillars were followed in order as always: the Force, Knowledge and Self-Discipline. Yemran Otdar thought that this was nothing special, that he could take everything he was given to improve himself and achieve the tasks set before him. The clan was to move into the Training Hall, and practice with their training lightsabers to improve their technique in the Shii-Cho style. They were paired against each other, not to create a feeling of competition; but to allow them to realize their mistakes and help each other in this sense. Yemran was paired to Jarquin, a Bith youngling who did not really like Yemran Otdar.

The task was simple. The children were going to practice basic attacks and parries aiming to disarm the opponent. "Nothing I can't manage!" he thought to himself, being the over-confident little boy he was. He grabbed the hilt of his lightsaber and directed an attack on his opponent's weapon, confident that he would manage his aim in his first move. He was aiming to show his friend Jarquin a mistake he had in holding his lightsaber; undoubtedly aiming to prove once again how succesful he himself was at the same time.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

((OOC---for your first post it's great, better then my first one any way lol. The only thing you should change that i can tell and it is only a minor thing is that as a youngling, you won't have a "Lightsaber" but you would have a Training saber.))

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((IN character))

Gharassk was now behind the droid as he swung downward at the droids back, However the droid which had gone through one thousand combinations in it's mind yet still kept it's attack at Gharassk's skill set had raised it's left leg into Gharassk's upper chest. Gharassk prepared himself for the impact and let his body take the damage and used the momentum to allow himself to back-flip with the help of the force and landing a few feet back.

Ouch. He said as he grasped his chest where he had been hit as he used what little knowledge of healing he had to relieve some of the pain.

Gharassk let the droid charge again at hims this time doing a strike coming from Gharassk's left which Gharassk blocked and returned by twirling his saber above his own head and bringing it down across at the droids left shoulder, a block Was made that stopped Gharassk's simple attack. The droids next attack came as a swing with one arm from Gharassk's right, Gharassk ducked under and then pushed himself off the ground and did a front flip over the droids head and landing behind it. Upon landing he spun himself and brought his saber over his right shoulder to attack.

''Strike located=hit... upper right shoulder... result of duel... defeated, victor... Padawan.''

Gharassk was dazed for a moment...he had beat the droid faster then he had done before,
Perhaps it's time i increase the difficulty on Those things.

Gharassk grabbed a watter from a supplies area in the room and noticed a group of youngling had began the days lesson, he remembered his own time as a youngling 6 years ago, and how he had done the same things that those student had been doing.

Gharassk thought it would be fun not only for him but the younglings as well if they had a visitor. He approached the instructor and took a drink of his water, he watched the younglings battle each-other for a few minutes seeing a verity of races from a pale Zabrack and a Bith, he thought he saw a Twi'lik and another of his own race a Togruta in the crowd.

He spoke to the master.

Hello.

Greetings Padawan. Do you need assistance?

No it's nothing like that, My Name is Gharassk Ran and i thought it would be good if the younglings had a chance to meet a Padawan, if that's alright.

but of course... The master turned to the younglings and began speaking,
Younglings...you have a viewer who would like to meet you... He turned back to Gharassk.
Have you left the temple much? And would you mind answering any questions they might have?

Gharassk didn't quite think this through, but he needed a distraction and this offered a chance for both him to learn and to perhaps teach. Plus he needed something to do.

I've been outside the temple quite recently in fact, and don't mind answering questions.

This is Padawan Gharassk Ran, who has basically volunteered to answer your questions about life outside the temple. Please gather around here out of the way of the training bots and circles...

Gharassk was now hoping that he didn't displease any of the younger ones who might be enjoying their time.

[jusuf]

((OOC: Thanks for pointing out... This will be the first time I am writing some kind of a fight in English, I hope it works )

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((IC))

Jarquin, perhaps because he was thinking too much of how he needed to teach Yemran a lesson, was not holding his thumb in the thumb slot of his training saber, and his thumb was not looking upwards as the younglings have been thought in the years they have been studying the basics. Yemran thought of exploiting this weakness and dashed forward making a move with the saber in his right hand, striking very close to the hilt so that Jarquin would drop his saber and Yemran would emerge victorious. It was a nice move; still it did not end exactly as Yemran hoped for. Jarquin would switch to the right position in the right time and he made a blocking move upwards, moving his saber from its starting position facing down on his right, to a position facing upward on his left. He was almost dropping the saber, but he managed hold on to it somehow grabbing it more strongly with his right arm.

Yemran jumped back seeing that he did not achieve what he aimed for; putting a distance between himself and his friend he waited for his friend to make his move. He would not just wait of course; he would also point the short-coming of Jarquin’s saber holding technique. "Jarquin, keep to the basics. Hold your saber as you were taught and success will follow!" This was his usual attitude, Yemran would point out the short-comings he would see in his friends' techniques hoping to help them so that they would perfect themselves and add values to the clan and eventually the Jedi Order. However, it was clear that Jarquin did not take all these so calmly. He quickly approached Yemran, with his saber pointing to his left in a position parallel to the ground. He would try to strike Yemran, moving his saber upward so that it ended up pointing upward on his right. It was interrupted by Yemran's saber and the two ended up having their sabers in a crossed position. Yemran thought Jarquin lost himself in the moment, overcome by one of the difficulties of the Shii-Cho style. He was taken over by the emotionally-heated mindset fostered by the style, and he did not show the restraint a Jedi had to show when using this realtively raw style. But before, Yemran could point this out, they heard the voice of their master. Their lock was broken by his speech.

There was a Togruta male with him who the master called Gharrask Ran. This padawan was here to answer any of the question the younglings may have so they gave a break to gather around him. Undoubtedly, the younglings had many questions in their minds. Soon the poor padawan would be over-whelmed with their questions. Yemran slowly approached the group, examining the red skinned Togruta with a Blue Grey robe. Then he waited to hear a few question before asking his. Before long it was his turn:

"Padawan Gharassk Ran, I want to ask whether you had any failures in your missions up to now? If so how did you feel about it? What advise can you give us that would allow us to accomplish any task we have?"

In his own way, the little Zabrak child was trying to see how worthy this Padawan was for the Order.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

((OOC---This Will work nicely...good job.))

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((IC))

Gharassk Stood for several minute answering questions, the first of them was a question he had expected from a youngling who had never left the temple,
What is it like outside the temple?
the young Togruta Asked first, but with a slightly worried tone in his voice.

Gharassk gave a reassuring smiled,
That question depends on where you are in the Galaxy...there are so many worlds out there each with there own environment, and I've seen so few of them. Ice worlds, Jungle planets, some that are actually pretty close to Coruscant.
Gharassk let himself sit on one knee to get on the height level of the students, to help them be less worried, and to show them he wasn't bigger person then they where, but he was very much the same.

The next one was a Bith...the same Bith that he noticed dueling the Zabrack,
Have you ever had to fight an opponent that was stronger then you? If so how did you survive?

Twice before...the same man.
The first time he couldn't bring his blade to kill me....the second time i had help, however i didn't come away unharmed. In fact he almost killed me.

Then the Zabrack whom he had seen fighting the Bith who had just asked his question.

"Padawan Gharassk Ran, I want to ask whether you had any failures in your missions up to now? If so how did you feel about it? What advise can you give us that would allow us to accomplish any task we have?"

A well thought out question.
My only true failures can't really be counted as my own...
Actually this answer has something to do with my last one...the man who defeated me those two times, was my former master...The first time i didn't know until it was to late and he could have killed me. And the second time it was the same thing...i sort of forced myself to rescue some people that it may not have been my place to however i didn't really have a choice. The people could have died without my help. I failed again there. That time he did almost kill me, and if it wasn't for the other Jedi that where there to help i wouldn't be here right now.

I admit it felt horrible that i was so close to saving those lives and couldn't. I felt worse that my former master had fallen.
The advice i would give... Is let the force guide you and live your life by the outline in the Jedi Code...and it never hurts to have a little backup.

He took another drink of his water before the next youngling came up and asked his question, this one was a Human, and it looked as though he had just about answered all the questions of the small group...perhaps he could help them in another way today.

[jusuf]

Everyone was excited about the possibility of asking questions to a padawan, though it is not uncommon for a youngling to see Jedi with higher ranks. A youngling wouldn't be in a position to sniff at a padawan as the latter would be in a much higher position, experiencing things a youngling could not. In fact, the first question asked Gharrask indicated the younglings' interest at the things they could not yet experience but the Padawans could. "The Galaxy..." Yemran thought to himself listening to the padawan's reply at the same time. "What a great mystery it is..." He had memories of his homeworld of course, and was familiar with a lot of different planets in the galaxy thanks to the lectures he received; but still, experience was something different than textbooks. Yemran realized he couldn't wait for the day he would become a Padawan and travel the Galaxy with his Master.

The second question asked by Jarquin also incited certain feelings in the young Zabrak. His belief that he could overcome any difficulty he would face was so strong that he never asked himself the "What if..." question: What if he had to face someone way stronger than him, alone? Of course, he was aware of his own weakness, and of course he realized that there were going to be strong adversaries in the Galaxy. But he always thought that as long as the Jedi acted together they could overcome any difficulty. His confidence was in the group as much as it was in his own power. Still, his confusion would be apparent from his face when he was listening to Ghrassak's answer. He was somewhat relieved by the second part of the answer where the padawan said he received help in facing the danger. Together, there was nothing that the Jedi Order could not handle. Thus, relieved he asked his own question: failures and the how to handle them.

The child listened to the padawan's answer with a huge interest. The Togruta was acting like a Zabrak claiming that his failures were not actually his own. Then Yemran learned that the two dangers Gharassk faced was coming from his former Master. This was totally unexpected for the young boy. Yemran always thought that he would have one of the best Masters together with whom they would achieve any task. The possibility of a Master turning against him was too much to swallow at that particular moment. A fallen master, failure to save innocent lives because of him... The Zabrak child thought that the padawan had gone through much. Agreeing with Gharassk, Yemran thought that what Gharassk faced were not really his failures, but the failures of his Master. He was right in advising the younglings to let the Force guide them, and accept the help they could get. Together, there was nothing the Jedi Order could not achieve. Yemran was to keep this lesson in mind.

Still, it did not hurt to be the best one can be. That is why Yemran Otdar could not stand still when their Master asked Padawan Gharassk Ran if he could grab a training saber to spar with the younglings. Provided that the padawan accepted, Yemran was going to jump at the opportunity to be Gharassk's sparring mate. This would be a rare chance for him, and for whatever reason his young mind was telling him that he could achieve victory in a friendly spar against a padawan.

Whatever the result, he would undoubtedly learn something in the process...

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

After answering the questions of all the youngling; sometimes the same youngling would ask multiple questions, but all where fair and Gharassk answered them all to the best of his abilities, The master had by this time seen how the chance to allow his students to face a foe with a higher dueling skill then they had themselves.

Padawan...would you mind taking a Practice saber and enter into sparring matches with the students? It would most defiantly help them expand their knowledge in this subject.


Gharassk now stood and faced the master, and gave a bow as he spoke,
Of coarse.

Gharassk had come up from the bow now and took his water bottle to the nearest bench where he also placed his real lightsaber and from across the room called one of the many Practice sabers that sit on a weapons rack device that held the around 5 sabers each.

He walked around the small group of eager looking younglings, at this time it sounded like the master was picking out the youngling that would get the first chance.

Jarquin, Yemran Otdar, you two will work together to face this opponent.

The Bith was the first one up... Jarquin, as the master had said...The master also sent up another student to spar at the same time this one was the Zabrack, named Yemran Otdar.

Gharassk felt a secret motive Behind the masters words however, perhaps he was trying to make the Younglings work together, perhaps they work the best together. Gharassk was about to find out.

He bowed at the two as they entered the circle on the ground with him,
Jarquin, Yemran. He raised from his bow and let them go commence their own bows, before putting his saber behind him holding it in his right hand and pointed the handle at the ground.

The master spoke the starting words, You may begin!

Gharassk activated his blade, spun it once to get a feel of it, placed it back behind at pointing at the ground, then spoke,

You can attack first lil' ones.
He hoped that his little joke was fine with the younglings and their master, some people didn't like Jokes, he just hoped he didn't make a mistake in using his slight bit of humor.