Hera panted quietly while taking a rest on a small storage box. Inside one of the thousands of hangars of the Chardaan Orbital Works, the Jedi Councilor trained quietly by herself. Atop another crate, a small golden book lay open. Its glowing words taunted her attempts to learn from it. The Albion Holocron, or so it called itself, was a simple work of her family line that taught more doctrine than anything in the Force. But there was an ability her lineage used, a refinement of Force Speed, that spoke of the ability in a manner Hera had never seen.
To move faster than the naked eye could follow, even in light and medium armor, was unheard of to Hera. Yet the Holocron treated it as a core tenant of its method of utilizing the ability. Hera groaned and allowed her sweat-laden body to fall back and off her sitting crate, her green medium armor clacking loudly as she hit the floor. The pain cleared her mind a little, but she didn't dwell on it. She could almost hear the voice of her ancestor, Mira Albion, speaking to her through the words of the Holocron.
"Speed, speed, fucking SPEED. This is what keeps us better than the weak-willed rabble beneath us! Other Jedi and Sith will increase their speed to catch us, and we will become even faster to match! At my height, I moved so fast it was almost Teleportation! Armor never slowed me down and it shouldn't fucking slow you either!!"
Hera groaned and shouted back at the book, even though the voice played solely in her own head, "You were also a psychopath Mira! I'm supposed to be better than that!" Then, standing up slowly, she began to prepare herself to try again. Her thought drifted momentarily to her previous Padawan, Dash, a powerful Knight now. She had invited him to the Chardaan Orbital Works, home of the First Defense Mercenary Enclave, to train with her. She had specifically chosen this location because her influence over it would not be possible without Dash. That, and no other Jedi really knew about the place yet. Though in her truest belief, she didn't think Dash would come.
She knew he was still angry with her, or at least still healing from the hurt. Hera didn't blame him, she didn't take anything personally. She wasn't even sure she still felt bad about it, and that worried her a little bit. She had called her ancestor a psychopath, and surely Mira Albion was, but Hera wondered if that trait was hereditary. It should have scared her, but she didn't feel fear either. Shaking her head, Hera put it out of her mind. She had to focus.
To move faster than the naked eye could follow, even in light and medium armor, was unheard of to Hera. Yet the Holocron treated it as a core tenant of its method of utilizing the ability. Hera groaned and allowed her sweat-laden body to fall back and off her sitting crate, her green medium armor clacking loudly as she hit the floor. The pain cleared her mind a little, but she didn't dwell on it. She could almost hear the voice of her ancestor, Mira Albion, speaking to her through the words of the Holocron.
"Speed, speed, fucking SPEED. This is what keeps us better than the weak-willed rabble beneath us! Other Jedi and Sith will increase their speed to catch us, and we will become even faster to match! At my height, I moved so fast it was almost Teleportation! Armor never slowed me down and it shouldn't fucking slow you either!!"
Hera groaned and shouted back at the book, even though the voice played solely in her own head, "You were also a psychopath Mira! I'm supposed to be better than that!" Then, standing up slowly, she began to prepare herself to try again. Her thought drifted momentarily to her previous Padawan, Dash, a powerful Knight now. She had invited him to the Chardaan Orbital Works, home of the First Defense Mercenary Enclave, to train with her. She had specifically chosen this location because her influence over it would not be possible without Dash. That, and no other Jedi really knew about the place yet. Though in her truest belief, she didn't think Dash would come.
She knew he was still angry with her, or at least still healing from the hurt. Hera didn't blame him, she didn't take anything personally. She wasn't even sure she still felt bad about it, and that worried her a little bit. She had called her ancestor a psychopath, and surely Mira Albion was, but Hera wondered if that trait was hereditary. It should have scared her, but she didn't feel fear either. Shaking her head, Hera put it out of her mind. She had to focus.
@Alhon