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Bakura, 9:00am Local Time
The enclave (Link) on Bakura was empty, he had been given access to use an old target range for his class. He had come a couple days early to get a feel for the room as well as to empty it from all its contents to it was completely open aside from the small section that was the acting lobby. All the targets had been removed from the room entirely, not just pushed to the side.
Dartel had arrived early to setup and get a small workout in before class. He walked to the centre of the room and cleared his mind. He slipped into his Phantom Fist stance and began to work through some of the techniques and forms. After about five minutes of this, Dartel reached through the force and grabbed onto the things he had brought with him: four small droids meant to practice deflection, four empty buckets and a small arsenal of miniature balls about a foot in diameter and made of a rather soft plushie material.
He cleared his mind more and travelled deeper into the force while beginning to work some of the more difficult Phantom Fist forms that required a slight boost in his speed from the force. He slowly meshed all of his mental abilities together, including force sight by closing his eyes and seeing only through the force.
At the climax of his own mental and physical workout, he stretched his mind even further and snapped the plushie balls into action. As they began to zoom across the room the buckets separated and moved to the nearby water basin to begin filling with water. The only thing that would make this difficult for Dartel now would be if somebody played a ridiculously old song that was easy to bounce along the beat to.
He leapt through the air and avoided two of the balls at separate occasions; the first while he was still on the ground and the second when he was in the mid-air. Sensing the presence around the vicinity of where he would land he knew to roll instead of land firmly; another ball hurling by as he did just this. He could finally sense that each bucket was full of water and resting near the one of the far walls. Dartel spun and danced his way through four or five more of the balls before spinning to face the entrance and to the finally formed class and pluck a ball out of the air as if it were in his hand the entire time; the sudden sound of the notso hollow ball seemed to trigger everything else that was moving in the room to stop in place as if time itself stopped. The class would easily see around fifty of the balls floating throughout the enclave, no doubt they had to dodge maybe one or two on the way in.
“Good morning class, it is nice to see that you were all able to make it. Please take a seat.”
It was ironic because his eyes were closed when mentioning seeing the class, it was also the point in which he opened them so some might not have seen the irony. Dartel inhaled slowly through his nose to cleanse his lungs from their previous exertion; he didn't appear to be terribly bothered or exhausted from the intense but brief workout.
“You were all gathered here to partake in a lesson. It isn't a difficult thing to learn, but mastering it is a completely different task, as you just saw. Force Affinity is a fierce tool in the middle of a duel. When you don't need to focus on the force as much as your opponent it is easier to control a fight as well as end one with ease.”
Dartel approached the edge of the matted area to where the students were gathered. He reached out and manipulated everything that was floating to rest on the mats below them; he also offered a warm and encouraging smile to the young participants of his next class. Amongst them was his newly acquired apprentice, Jade Evoyn, as well as her friend Kai Sera. They were getting to become familiar faces to Dartel and knew that he was gaining some form of connection with at least Jade if not both of them.
“I wish to know why you want to learn this technique and what you hope to gain from this lesson, if not the basics of this technique?”
He craned his neck as he looked to each of the participants in turn, unsure who would answer him first.
The enclave (Link) on Bakura was empty, he had been given access to use an old target range for his class. He had come a couple days early to get a feel for the room as well as to empty it from all its contents to it was completely open aside from the small section that was the acting lobby. All the targets had been removed from the room entirely, not just pushed to the side.
Dartel had arrived early to setup and get a small workout in before class. He walked to the centre of the room and cleared his mind. He slipped into his Phantom Fist stance and began to work through some of the techniques and forms. After about five minutes of this, Dartel reached through the force and grabbed onto the things he had brought with him: four small droids meant to practice deflection, four empty buckets and a small arsenal of miniature balls about a foot in diameter and made of a rather soft plushie material.
He cleared his mind more and travelled deeper into the force while beginning to work some of the more difficult Phantom Fist forms that required a slight boost in his speed from the force. He slowly meshed all of his mental abilities together, including force sight by closing his eyes and seeing only through the force.
At the climax of his own mental and physical workout, he stretched his mind even further and snapped the plushie balls into action. As they began to zoom across the room the buckets separated and moved to the nearby water basin to begin filling with water. The only thing that would make this difficult for Dartel now would be if somebody played a ridiculously old song that was easy to bounce along the beat to.
He leapt through the air and avoided two of the balls at separate occasions; the first while he was still on the ground and the second when he was in the mid-air. Sensing the presence around the vicinity of where he would land he knew to roll instead of land firmly; another ball hurling by as he did just this. He could finally sense that each bucket was full of water and resting near the one of the far walls. Dartel spun and danced his way through four or five more of the balls before spinning to face the entrance and to the finally formed class and pluck a ball out of the air as if it were in his hand the entire time; the sudden sound of the notso hollow ball seemed to trigger everything else that was moving in the room to stop in place as if time itself stopped. The class would easily see around fifty of the balls floating throughout the enclave, no doubt they had to dodge maybe one or two on the way in.
“Good morning class, it is nice to see that you were all able to make it. Please take a seat.”
It was ironic because his eyes were closed when mentioning seeing the class, it was also the point in which he opened them so some might not have seen the irony. Dartel inhaled slowly through his nose to cleanse his lungs from their previous exertion; he didn't appear to be terribly bothered or exhausted from the intense but brief workout.
“You were all gathered here to partake in a lesson. It isn't a difficult thing to learn, but mastering it is a completely different task, as you just saw. Force Affinity is a fierce tool in the middle of a duel. When you don't need to focus on the force as much as your opponent it is easier to control a fight as well as end one with ease.”
Dartel approached the edge of the matted area to where the students were gathered. He reached out and manipulated everything that was floating to rest on the mats below them; he also offered a warm and encouraging smile to the young participants of his next class. Amongst them was his newly acquired apprentice, Jade Evoyn, as well as her friend Kai Sera. They were getting to become familiar faces to Dartel and knew that he was gaining some form of connection with at least Jade if not both of them.
“I wish to know why you want to learn this technique and what you hope to gain from this lesson, if not the basics of this technique?”
He craned his neck as he looked to each of the participants in turn, unsure who would answer him first.