Post by A®heim on Oct 26, 2008 23:19:27 GMT -5
Name: Falo Ilo'taak
Race: Bothan
Age: 17
Height:4' 11"
Weight:112 lbs.
Appearance: light brown fur, abnormally long ears, quiet but not shy disposition, one light blue one brown eye that have a often have a sunken look about them, but with a small glimmer of hope. He has short stout stature typical of most of his kind. Usually seen with a small smile. He has a narrow face with a somewhat long snout which is often the feature that people remember most (though this may be because that is the main determining characteristic of a bothan).
Birth place: Krant
Faction:Neutral/Jedi
Rank: No rank (power lever = weak knight/powerful padawan)
Bio:
Childhood
Born on the planet Krant, a densely forested world in Bothan space, Falo Ilo'taak grew up in an average bothan family. His parents were environmental researchers who studied the fauna that coated the planet's surface. Falo was well raised and had an outstanding academic record. Despite Falo's many antics, he had a very reserved personality. Talking with him generally leaves either one of two impressions: delighted, or somewhat creeped out. His parent's occupation was well paying and he lived a good child-hood. He was had a knack of getting in trouble, however, as an stemming curiosity gripped his nature. He was always trying new things and experimenting with objects and creatures he really ought not to be touching. His good friend since he was 3 years old, by which he shared many of his exploratory ventures, was named Kiotoke Bi'scilli. He was 5 years older than Falo and was already becoming quite an accomplished pilot. His parents founded a bothan engineering corporation and he was given a prototype ARC-162 star fighter. However, 8 months before Falo's unfortunate venture, he left Krant at the age of 11 (bothans are naturally more independent at lower ages than many other races) and became an independent mercenary pilot.
The Incident
His path as a Jedi began quite by accident when, at age 6, he secretly followed his parents on a research expedition to study some obscure growth patterns of plant life around an ancient ruined temple. Krant was home to many unknown ancient Jedi and Sith temples, though the one the expedition was to explore was too run-down to know which affiliation it once held in the Force. And as the sith had been gone for thousands of years, they and their terrors were all but forgotten in this time. Immediately upon entry, the team noted an unusual amount of growth in the vines and ivy clinging to the various walls; they're stems and leaves being at least 3 times their normal size. The team didn't make it far into this temple when a great rumbling was heard.
Without warning, the ceiling of the room caved in. Screams of terror echoed through the ruined walls as the members of the expedition were crushed beneath tons of rubble. Falo felt the wind knocked out of him as a large pillar struck him in the back. Without further thought, he jumper for cover under the raised pedestal of a giant statue, face worn away by eons of time. Falo dared not move for what felt like days among the blackness surrounding him. On unsteady legs, he crept to his feet and emerged from his place of recluse. Among the rubble of the destroyed chamber Falo spotted a small shimmering object.
To distraught to think about what it may be, he pocketed the force crystal and began the journey home in tears. As he walked the air around him seemed to shimmer with life, death, hope, and despair. Everything was a great blur of feelings. Confused and utterly exhausted, he collapsed among st the surrounding foliage and gave into his terror and despair. He pounded his fist repeatedly into the earth and fell into a coma-like state of mind. His mind seemed to leave him, the physical world seemed only a trivial idea; a shackle holding him back from his spirits true potential. He awoke with a start as several small objects clattered down around him. He looked about perplexed by this event and his visions. Remembering the trinket he had picked up in the temple he removed it from his pack. As he stared into the multi-faceted depths of the crystal, a great peace of mind fell over him. He saw his destiny before as clear as the morning sunshine; he was to become a Jedi, a guardian to those with no protection and bane to that which means harm. He felt his strength renewed and had just lept to his feat when a stab of pain erupted in his being. The crystal burned in his hand but he could not drop it. Finding his eyes drawn on their own to the depths of the crystal once more he stared at the horrors of the force. The dark side of the force. Eons of pain and suffering flurried around him in seconds. Darkness and despair engulfed him once more as slipped out of consciousness. "Death." resonated in his mind. Death.
Departure
A pale, disoriented shadow of the cheery curious boy stumbled into his home village. Many of the villagers tried to question and comfort him but all efforts were met with incoherent mumbling of life and death.
Not a week afterwards, a slightly recovered Falo stepped out of his home for the last time. With nothing keeping him on Krant he sold what he could from his home and chartered passage to Coruscant. Upon his arrival he was at first turned away by the Jedi temple guards. However, upon display of the crystal he had recovered from the Jedi temple on Krant, he was promptly invited in. He was placed before the elders along with his recovered artifact. Upon his description of the meditation state he accomplished the Council became intrigued. Falo was instructed to attempt this feat once more. At first he could not find that center of mind he had achieved in the wilderness of Krant, but then he remembered the crystal in his pack. He removed it once more and looked into it's depths. Almost immediately mind was pulled from body. Life was all around him, in him. Every being, from the Jedi masters seated in front of him to the ants crawling on the wall, had a force aura, a will to survive. Once again he felt at peace with the world...until. The pain returned. Burning from the crystals blinding force aura. Anger, hatred, pain, fear. They too surrounded him and penetrated his soul. He began to panic, he had to get rid of these damaging emotions. Without a second thought he hurled these feelings from his mind into the physical realm, through his body.
A sudden cry snapped him out of his trance. A large scorch mark marred the rug on which he sat. Static crackled through the air. Falo looked about nervously at the surprised council. Without a word he was dismissed with the evaluation that he too dangerous to teach. He was about to be dismissed when one of the council members stated her concern that if he were to be let into the galaxy with his "abilities" and no guidance, that Falo could easily take a turn for the worse. It was agreed that he was to be enrolled into the academy, but kept separate from the other students, lest he prove to be a potential danger to them and his self. He was also scheduled for some additional counseling to better control his emotions. The crystal was gratefully given to the Council where it was placed in the Jedi vault where all such curiosities are doubtlessly kept.
The Academy
Since his admission he has learned to control his abilities bestowed upon him by the force crystals power and past experiences. He is fascinated by the force and whereas most younglings see its practice as a chore, Falo is rarely seen without some small object being levitated playfully around him (much to the irritation of his instructors) and has abnormally proficient force manipulation abilities for a being of his age and rank. He is not, however, very athletic and the only thing holding him back from graduation is his failure at agility and sparring trials. If he must duel it is rare to see him actually touch his saber at all. Being outclassed by almost every other student in the academy. Knowing this, Falo resorts mainly to rudimentary defensive force tactics such as the surprisingly effective single-saber barrier, and an invented move he call "force disarm" which is basically a low power force push focused at the opponent's wielding hand.
Throughout the years Falo had experienced multiple flashes of that same fear and anger; his mind becoming more accustomed to reflecting these emotions into the physical world using his body as a gateway. This has resulted in a number of other "sparks" which so greatly troubled the council. He is not however regarded as a potential threat to the Jedi order as these abilities seemed more of a curse than a voluntary action.
Falo took a special concealing session to reinforce the control of his emotions. He spent many hours in quiet meditation fighting a silent war to keep the aggressive feelings that haunt him at bay. Though these periods left a notable decrease in the fits he suffered over the years, Falo regarded this time as merely a tourniquet: a bandage that, once removed, would still reveal an ugly scar...or worse.
In the mean time, Falo was perfectly content with challenging himself with feats of telekinesis and shirking his other training and, by consequence, remaining stuck as a youngling. However, at age 12, the quickly approaching limit was approaching. If he didn't find a master to take him as a padawan soon, he would be forced to take up a separate labor job for the Jedi. Falo knew he could not allow this to happen or his purpose for the torments he endured would never be fulfilled.
It happened
Falo had turned 13 and still no potential master wished to accept the "unusual" youngling. Falo blamed himself mostly for this as even he would admit that he had been anything but agreeable during his training sessions. The Jedi master that had approached him presented him with the choice that all rejected younglings were given: He could join the Jedi corps., or he could decide to go his own way. Falo believed that his purpose could not be gained through growing plants and elected to take his own path. The Council expressed concerns with this decision. The danger of corruption had not yet been alieved and they felt that allowing Falo to roam the galaxy unguided may lead to tragedy. Throughmuch debate in was decided that, by Jedi code, it was Falo's decision and was thus undeniable.
As is tradition of the Jedi order, his lightsaber was taken from him. Though he never particularly embraced saber combat, he felt uncomfortable giving away the item that gave him the greatest sense of security. After gathering what few belongings he possesed, Falo made his farewells and made his departure. Just outside the temple, his mentor approached him and discretely returned his lightsaber with the message that the it was agreed upon by the council that they should at least provide him with some protection until he could craft his own.
Nothing now stood between Falo and the galaxy. Well other than lack of knowledge and the almighty credit. He needed a ship, and he felt pretty sure he knew where to find one.
Piloting Career
Falo recently regained contact with Kiotoke, now a very accomplished mercenary escort for freelancing traders. Now and then the two of them meet and Falo is instructed in the basics of piloting. Much to his friend's exasperation, Falo has "roughly landed" a number of star craft in an attempt to experiment with the tweaking of internal systems with the force.
After 8 months of pilot training, Kiotoke declared that Falo needed no more practise to begin his ventures across the galaxy. He then presented Falo the prototype ARC-162 he had recieved when they were friends on Krant. Falo was honored to recieve such a gift and promised to take care of it as best he could. The nifty craft was stocked with supplies and prepped for travel. With a hearty farewell to his good friend, Falo boarded the ship and ascended into the void above, his first destination: His races homeworld, Bothwui, where he intended to learn more about himself and his people.
Light saber: Constructed using many of the parts from his old lightsaber but with an installed Upari crystal as well as a slightly curved hilt. The green color crystal was removed and placed in a giant Naboo clam where macar was formed around it giving it an iridescence. (It should be noted that though able to levitate his light saber, he can not efficiently move it to make any worthy efforts of an attack.)
Color: Iridescent Green (VERY dark green with shades of other colors embedded within it)
Practiced Light saber forms:
Shii-Cho: 4
Makashi: 1
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 6
Telepathic: 1
Body: 2
Sense: 1
Protection: 3
Healing: 1
Destruction:1
Specialized Skills:
Uncontrolled Spark
Saber Barrier
Force Disarm (self-invented - a small, but concentrated blast of kinetic force centered on the target's weapon)
Force Vacuum (self-invented - separates the air around a location to create a relatively weak suction effect)
Smoke Bomb (self-invented - utilizes the Force Vacuum to gather dirt, sand, small debris, etc. into a basketball-sized sphere before allowing the vacuum to implode to cover an escape)
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 5
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 3
Force Attunement: +1
Current Activity:
Debating whether or not to rejoin the order.
RP Sample: "I hear this is first time sparring. Sure you're ready for this Falo?" smirked the youngling that was to be his sparring partner for the exercise.
"More than you know" Replied Falo.
It had been almost 2 years since the last outbreak of dark energy and it was decided Falo should participate in a sparring event to see how he compared to the other students.
The starting bell echoed through the chamber.
His opponent lashed out in a basic Shii-cho style saber slash. Though Falo knew this style fairly well he never bothered to work on it much and was immediately at a disadvantage. As he struggled to parry the blows of his opponent, Falo's saber was knocked from his hand only to be swiftly returned through the force. Falo did not however re-arm himself with it instead opting to keep it suspended through telekinesis.
Though the opposing youngling's strikes were well placed, none could penetrate the whirling saber whipping effortlessly through the air by Falo's force proficiency. With a wry smile, Falo kneeled down at the edge of the fray and welcomed in the peace of mind he was all too familiar with. He was no longer a part of this conflict, he was one with it. He felt the swings and read the movements as one would read a rough draft of a script: already written but still requiring editing. Almost instantly, spectators noticed the levitated saber whirling ever faster and more fluidly. Almost an indistinguishable blur parrying every blow effortlessly.
The youngling was tiring. He knew that he wouldn't be able to penetrate this defensive barrier and had already noticed that the floating weapon had made no attempts to strike him. Falo was simply toying with him.
Falo knew he could not win. He had skill enough to make a light saber twirl in place but any further exertion needed to make a strike were far beyond his abilities. He just had to hold on and hope his opponent fell for the bluff and surrendered...
The Youngling stopped swinging and stood back several feet. A wry smile slowly crept across his face as the saber continued it's defensive barrier with no apparent intention of pursuing him.
"So it was all a bluff..." thought the emboldened youngling.
Regaining his composure, he strode casually up to the phantom barrier and gave Falo a contemptive smile. "Not as tough as you play yourself to be eh?"
The gig was up.
In his mediated trance, Falo contemplated a feat which he knew will either get him some serious respect or in serious trouble. Naturally giving this decision in favor with his experimental nature, Falo extended the influence of his force around him.
Startled cries fill the room as spectators sabers were jolted from their holsters, ignited, and proceeded to surround Falo's opponent. A paniced look crossed the youngling's face as he found himself enclosed in this lethal cage. Realizing he had lost, the youngling dropped to his knees and layed down his weapon.
Falo wished he had the skill to twirl the sabers in some menacing fashion but just holding up so many individual objects was taking all his concentration. He was beginning to feel the strain of his foolishly strenuous action. If his opponent knew that even the slightest bit of resistance would not only drop the formidable saber barrier, but also most likely knock out Falo then it was only a matter of time. Fear began to fill his mind. It was the straw that broke the Tauntaun's back. Falo could only cower back into the recesses of his mind as the hatred and terror flowed into him. Before he could think, his mind automatically did the fastest thing to get rid of the horrors. He felt the cursed emotions channel through his physical being.
He awoke from his trance with a start. A crowd of Jedi healers was huddled around a scorched figure. The all too familiar crackling of static in the air told him all he needed to know.
Distraught, Falo retreated from the arena but not before his gaze locked with that of his mentor.
Big trouble.
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Race: Bothan
Age: 17
Height:4' 11"
Weight:112 lbs.
Appearance: light brown fur, abnormally long ears, quiet but not shy disposition, one light blue one brown eye that have a often have a sunken look about them, but with a small glimmer of hope. He has short stout stature typical of most of his kind. Usually seen with a small smile. He has a narrow face with a somewhat long snout which is often the feature that people remember most (though this may be because that is the main determining characteristic of a bothan).
Birth place: Krant
Faction:Neutral/Jedi
Rank: No rank (power lever = weak knight/powerful padawan)
Bio:
Childhood
Born on the planet Krant, a densely forested world in Bothan space, Falo Ilo'taak grew up in an average bothan family. His parents were environmental researchers who studied the fauna that coated the planet's surface. Falo was well raised and had an outstanding academic record. Despite Falo's many antics, he had a very reserved personality. Talking with him generally leaves either one of two impressions: delighted, or somewhat creeped out. His parent's occupation was well paying and he lived a good child-hood. He was had a knack of getting in trouble, however, as an stemming curiosity gripped his nature. He was always trying new things and experimenting with objects and creatures he really ought not to be touching. His good friend since he was 3 years old, by which he shared many of his exploratory ventures, was named Kiotoke Bi'scilli. He was 5 years older than Falo and was already becoming quite an accomplished pilot. His parents founded a bothan engineering corporation and he was given a prototype ARC-162 star fighter. However, 8 months before Falo's unfortunate venture, he left Krant at the age of 11 (bothans are naturally more independent at lower ages than many other races) and became an independent mercenary pilot.
The Incident
His path as a Jedi began quite by accident when, at age 6, he secretly followed his parents on a research expedition to study some obscure growth patterns of plant life around an ancient ruined temple. Krant was home to many unknown ancient Jedi and Sith temples, though the one the expedition was to explore was too run-down to know which affiliation it once held in the Force. And as the sith had been gone for thousands of years, they and their terrors were all but forgotten in this time. Immediately upon entry, the team noted an unusual amount of growth in the vines and ivy clinging to the various walls; they're stems and leaves being at least 3 times their normal size. The team didn't make it far into this temple when a great rumbling was heard.
Without warning, the ceiling of the room caved in. Screams of terror echoed through the ruined walls as the members of the expedition were crushed beneath tons of rubble. Falo felt the wind knocked out of him as a large pillar struck him in the back. Without further thought, he jumper for cover under the raised pedestal of a giant statue, face worn away by eons of time. Falo dared not move for what felt like days among the blackness surrounding him. On unsteady legs, he crept to his feet and emerged from his place of recluse. Among the rubble of the destroyed chamber Falo spotted a small shimmering object.
To distraught to think about what it may be, he pocketed the force crystal and began the journey home in tears. As he walked the air around him seemed to shimmer with life, death, hope, and despair. Everything was a great blur of feelings. Confused and utterly exhausted, he collapsed among st the surrounding foliage and gave into his terror and despair. He pounded his fist repeatedly into the earth and fell into a coma-like state of mind. His mind seemed to leave him, the physical world seemed only a trivial idea; a shackle holding him back from his spirits true potential. He awoke with a start as several small objects clattered down around him. He looked about perplexed by this event and his visions. Remembering the trinket he had picked up in the temple he removed it from his pack. As he stared into the multi-faceted depths of the crystal, a great peace of mind fell over him. He saw his destiny before as clear as the morning sunshine; he was to become a Jedi, a guardian to those with no protection and bane to that which means harm. He felt his strength renewed and had just lept to his feat when a stab of pain erupted in his being. The crystal burned in his hand but he could not drop it. Finding his eyes drawn on their own to the depths of the crystal once more he stared at the horrors of the force. The dark side of the force. Eons of pain and suffering flurried around him in seconds. Darkness and despair engulfed him once more as slipped out of consciousness. "Death." resonated in his mind. Death.
Departure
A pale, disoriented shadow of the cheery curious boy stumbled into his home village. Many of the villagers tried to question and comfort him but all efforts were met with incoherent mumbling of life and death.
Not a week afterwards, a slightly recovered Falo stepped out of his home for the last time. With nothing keeping him on Krant he sold what he could from his home and chartered passage to Coruscant. Upon his arrival he was at first turned away by the Jedi temple guards. However, upon display of the crystal he had recovered from the Jedi temple on Krant, he was promptly invited in. He was placed before the elders along with his recovered artifact. Upon his description of the meditation state he accomplished the Council became intrigued. Falo was instructed to attempt this feat once more. At first he could not find that center of mind he had achieved in the wilderness of Krant, but then he remembered the crystal in his pack. He removed it once more and looked into it's depths. Almost immediately mind was pulled from body. Life was all around him, in him. Every being, from the Jedi masters seated in front of him to the ants crawling on the wall, had a force aura, a will to survive. Once again he felt at peace with the world...until. The pain returned. Burning from the crystals blinding force aura. Anger, hatred, pain, fear. They too surrounded him and penetrated his soul. He began to panic, he had to get rid of these damaging emotions. Without a second thought he hurled these feelings from his mind into the physical realm, through his body.
A sudden cry snapped him out of his trance. A large scorch mark marred the rug on which he sat. Static crackled through the air. Falo looked about nervously at the surprised council. Without a word he was dismissed with the evaluation that he too dangerous to teach. He was about to be dismissed when one of the council members stated her concern that if he were to be let into the galaxy with his "abilities" and no guidance, that Falo could easily take a turn for the worse. It was agreed that he was to be enrolled into the academy, but kept separate from the other students, lest he prove to be a potential danger to them and his self. He was also scheduled for some additional counseling to better control his emotions. The crystal was gratefully given to the Council where it was placed in the Jedi vault where all such curiosities are doubtlessly kept.
The Academy
Since his admission he has learned to control his abilities bestowed upon him by the force crystals power and past experiences. He is fascinated by the force and whereas most younglings see its practice as a chore, Falo is rarely seen without some small object being levitated playfully around him (much to the irritation of his instructors) and has abnormally proficient force manipulation abilities for a being of his age and rank. He is not, however, very athletic and the only thing holding him back from graduation is his failure at agility and sparring trials. If he must duel it is rare to see him actually touch his saber at all. Being outclassed by almost every other student in the academy. Knowing this, Falo resorts mainly to rudimentary defensive force tactics such as the surprisingly effective single-saber barrier, and an invented move he call "force disarm" which is basically a low power force push focused at the opponent's wielding hand.
Throughout the years Falo had experienced multiple flashes of that same fear and anger; his mind becoming more accustomed to reflecting these emotions into the physical world using his body as a gateway. This has resulted in a number of other "sparks" which so greatly troubled the council. He is not however regarded as a potential threat to the Jedi order as these abilities seemed more of a curse than a voluntary action.
Falo took a special concealing session to reinforce the control of his emotions. He spent many hours in quiet meditation fighting a silent war to keep the aggressive feelings that haunt him at bay. Though these periods left a notable decrease in the fits he suffered over the years, Falo regarded this time as merely a tourniquet: a bandage that, once removed, would still reveal an ugly scar...or worse.
In the mean time, Falo was perfectly content with challenging himself with feats of telekinesis and shirking his other training and, by consequence, remaining stuck as a youngling. However, at age 12, the quickly approaching limit was approaching. If he didn't find a master to take him as a padawan soon, he would be forced to take up a separate labor job for the Jedi. Falo knew he could not allow this to happen or his purpose for the torments he endured would never be fulfilled.
It happened
Falo had turned 13 and still no potential master wished to accept the "unusual" youngling. Falo blamed himself mostly for this as even he would admit that he had been anything but agreeable during his training sessions. The Jedi master that had approached him presented him with the choice that all rejected younglings were given: He could join the Jedi corps., or he could decide to go his own way. Falo believed that his purpose could not be gained through growing plants and elected to take his own path. The Council expressed concerns with this decision. The danger of corruption had not yet been alieved and they felt that allowing Falo to roam the galaxy unguided may lead to tragedy. Throughmuch debate in was decided that, by Jedi code, it was Falo's decision and was thus undeniable.
As is tradition of the Jedi order, his lightsaber was taken from him. Though he never particularly embraced saber combat, he felt uncomfortable giving away the item that gave him the greatest sense of security. After gathering what few belongings he possesed, Falo made his farewells and made his departure. Just outside the temple, his mentor approached him and discretely returned his lightsaber with the message that the it was agreed upon by the council that they should at least provide him with some protection until he could craft his own.
Nothing now stood between Falo and the galaxy. Well other than lack of knowledge and the almighty credit. He needed a ship, and he felt pretty sure he knew where to find one.
Piloting Career
Falo recently regained contact with Kiotoke, now a very accomplished mercenary escort for freelancing traders. Now and then the two of them meet and Falo is instructed in the basics of piloting. Much to his friend's exasperation, Falo has "roughly landed" a number of star craft in an attempt to experiment with the tweaking of internal systems with the force.
After 8 months of pilot training, Kiotoke declared that Falo needed no more practise to begin his ventures across the galaxy. He then presented Falo the prototype ARC-162 he had recieved when they were friends on Krant. Falo was honored to recieve such a gift and promised to take care of it as best he could. The nifty craft was stocked with supplies and prepped for travel. With a hearty farewell to his good friend, Falo boarded the ship and ascended into the void above, his first destination: His races homeworld, Bothwui, where he intended to learn more about himself and his people.
Light saber: Constructed using many of the parts from his old lightsaber but with an installed Upari crystal as well as a slightly curved hilt. The green color crystal was removed and placed in a giant Naboo clam where macar was formed around it giving it an iridescence. (It should be noted that though able to levitate his light saber, he can not efficiently move it to make any worthy efforts of an attack.)
Color: Iridescent Green (VERY dark green with shades of other colors embedded within it)
Practiced Light saber forms:
Shii-Cho: 4
Makashi: 1
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 6
Telepathic: 1
Body: 2
Sense: 1
Protection: 3
Healing: 1
Destruction:1
Specialized Skills:
Uncontrolled Spark
Saber Barrier
Force Disarm (self-invented - a small, but concentrated blast of kinetic force centered on the target's weapon)
Force Vacuum (self-invented - separates the air around a location to create a relatively weak suction effect)
Smoke Bomb (self-invented - utilizes the Force Vacuum to gather dirt, sand, small debris, etc. into a basketball-sized sphere before allowing the vacuum to implode to cover an escape)
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 5
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 3
Force Attunement: +1
Current Activity:
Debating whether or not to rejoin the order.
RP Sample: "I hear this is first time sparring. Sure you're ready for this Falo?" smirked the youngling that was to be his sparring partner for the exercise.
"More than you know" Replied Falo.
It had been almost 2 years since the last outbreak of dark energy and it was decided Falo should participate in a sparring event to see how he compared to the other students.
The starting bell echoed through the chamber.
His opponent lashed out in a basic Shii-cho style saber slash. Though Falo knew this style fairly well he never bothered to work on it much and was immediately at a disadvantage. As he struggled to parry the blows of his opponent, Falo's saber was knocked from his hand only to be swiftly returned through the force. Falo did not however re-arm himself with it instead opting to keep it suspended through telekinesis.
Though the opposing youngling's strikes were well placed, none could penetrate the whirling saber whipping effortlessly through the air by Falo's force proficiency. With a wry smile, Falo kneeled down at the edge of the fray and welcomed in the peace of mind he was all too familiar with. He was no longer a part of this conflict, he was one with it. He felt the swings and read the movements as one would read a rough draft of a script: already written but still requiring editing. Almost instantly, spectators noticed the levitated saber whirling ever faster and more fluidly. Almost an indistinguishable blur parrying every blow effortlessly.
The youngling was tiring. He knew that he wouldn't be able to penetrate this defensive barrier and had already noticed that the floating weapon had made no attempts to strike him. Falo was simply toying with him.
Falo knew he could not win. He had skill enough to make a light saber twirl in place but any further exertion needed to make a strike were far beyond his abilities. He just had to hold on and hope his opponent fell for the bluff and surrendered...
The Youngling stopped swinging and stood back several feet. A wry smile slowly crept across his face as the saber continued it's defensive barrier with no apparent intention of pursuing him.
"So it was all a bluff..." thought the emboldened youngling.
Regaining his composure, he strode casually up to the phantom barrier and gave Falo a contemptive smile. "Not as tough as you play yourself to be eh?"
The gig was up.
In his mediated trance, Falo contemplated a feat which he knew will either get him some serious respect or in serious trouble. Naturally giving this decision in favor with his experimental nature, Falo extended the influence of his force around him.
Startled cries fill the room as spectators sabers were jolted from their holsters, ignited, and proceeded to surround Falo's opponent. A paniced look crossed the youngling's face as he found himself enclosed in this lethal cage. Realizing he had lost, the youngling dropped to his knees and layed down his weapon.
Falo wished he had the skill to twirl the sabers in some menacing fashion but just holding up so many individual objects was taking all his concentration. He was beginning to feel the strain of his foolishly strenuous action. If his opponent knew that even the slightest bit of resistance would not only drop the formidable saber barrier, but also most likely knock out Falo then it was only a matter of time. Fear began to fill his mind. It was the straw that broke the Tauntaun's back. Falo could only cower back into the recesses of his mind as the hatred and terror flowed into him. Before he could think, his mind automatically did the fastest thing to get rid of the horrors. He felt the cursed emotions channel through his physical being.
He awoke from his trance with a start. A crowd of Jedi healers was huddled around a scorched figure. The all too familiar crackling of static in the air told him all he needed to know.
Distraught, Falo retreated from the arena but not before his gaze locked with that of his mentor.
Big trouble.
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