Post by xrkun on Nov 20, 2012 1:10:37 GMT -5
Jevan sat in the center of one of the training rooms, legs crossed, eyes closed. He strove to find some focus, some calm through his meditation. The excitement of being chosen as a padawan had yet to subside, and he knew that now more than ever he needed to maintain a clear mind. He and his new master had yet to do any formal training together, which disappointed him. Still, that was no excuse to let his own personal training begin to slack. If anything, he would need to be stronger now. After a moment he opened his eyes slowly, rising to his feet. As happy as he was to be chosen, he couldn't help but to think of Lierra. Absently, he brought a hand to his neck, playing with the cloth that hung around it. Who knew what had gone wrong on her mission? It could have been anything, but whatever had happened it had cost her life. He would be prepared.
He strode over to the control panel, stretching and limbering up as he did. After inputting the specific parameters for this session, he crossed the room to one of weapon racks, choosing a training saber and igniting the blade. He stared briefly into the pulsating blue blade, settling his mind as best he could. Maybe some movement would help him calm himself. Crossing to the training circle at the center of the room, he settled into the opening stance for Shii-Cho, listening to the training program boot up. Three remotes floated into the training circle, moving into a triangular pattern around him. He waited, preparing himself.
The remote behind him fired, and he lifted the lightsaber back and over his head, blocking the blast heading for his back. He smiled, pleased, and settled into his motions as the remotes began to fire one by one. The training intensified after several rounds, as the remotes began to circle around him slowly now, firing in turn. This was much more difficult, the blasts harder to predict, but he had always made a point to push himself in his training, always striving to become more skilled, more prepared. He moved deliberately through his forms, counting the moves in his head. 1, 2, 3, step. 1, 2, 3, pivot. 1, 2, 3... As he reached the last round of the training, a thought entered his mind. How hard had Lierra trained? How many hours logged in the training room? However many, it hadn't been enough.
What could he do to be prepared for what he couldn't expect? What if all the training in the world wasn't enough? His mind occupied with these thoughts, he failed to notice one of the remotes, moving in behind him until the last moment. It fired, and panicked he leaped, rolling out of the training circle to avoid the blast. He came up on one knee as the remotes retreated to their cradles, the training program powering down. He stayed on one knee for a moment. He had lost his focus. He had to stay focused. Without it, he left himself open. He tried to suppress the anger with himself he felt rising, standing and breathing out slowly. He crossed back into the center circle, settling back into the opening stance.
He strode over to the control panel, stretching and limbering up as he did. After inputting the specific parameters for this session, he crossed the room to one of weapon racks, choosing a training saber and igniting the blade. He stared briefly into the pulsating blue blade, settling his mind as best he could. Maybe some movement would help him calm himself. Crossing to the training circle at the center of the room, he settled into the opening stance for Shii-Cho, listening to the training program boot up. Three remotes floated into the training circle, moving into a triangular pattern around him. He waited, preparing himself.
The remote behind him fired, and he lifted the lightsaber back and over his head, blocking the blast heading for his back. He smiled, pleased, and settled into his motions as the remotes began to fire one by one. The training intensified after several rounds, as the remotes began to circle around him slowly now, firing in turn. This was much more difficult, the blasts harder to predict, but he had always made a point to push himself in his training, always striving to become more skilled, more prepared. He moved deliberately through his forms, counting the moves in his head. 1, 2, 3, step. 1, 2, 3, pivot. 1, 2, 3... As he reached the last round of the training, a thought entered his mind. How hard had Lierra trained? How many hours logged in the training room? However many, it hadn't been enough.
What could he do to be prepared for what he couldn't expect? What if all the training in the world wasn't enough? His mind occupied with these thoughts, he failed to notice one of the remotes, moving in behind him until the last moment. It fired, and panicked he leaped, rolling out of the training circle to avoid the blast. He came up on one knee as the remotes retreated to their cradles, the training program powering down. He stayed on one knee for a moment. He had lost his focus. He had to stay focused. Without it, he left himself open. He tried to suppress the anger with himself he felt rising, standing and breathing out slowly. He crossed back into the center circle, settling back into the opening stance.