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Note: This is set in the past after 'From One Knight to Another.'
He was reminded what he was capable of as he described what he was capable of to Fyston. He'd grown much in the past five years since becoming a Knight. Still, he knew he had to learn much more before becoming strong with the Force. There was much to discover though he had learned much, if only by himself. Classes didn't interest him and he didn't care to read. Some might have called him 'uneducated.' He was, rather, a self-learner. The Force could tell him much sooner than he would find out by reading on his own time. Perhaps this was an enlightenment others hadn't reached. Conversely, it could be a stubbornness he'd come to accept within himself. There was a comfort in following the Force blindly, but with a mind. He was coming to understand its pulls and tugs at him throughout the galaxy.
His heavy feet thudded against the metal floors of the shuttle. His eyes might as well have been shut as he looked at nothing as he walked. It was almost like a walking meditation, of sorts. He could feel the Force and followed where it flowed. It showed him classes taking place and simulations simulating battles from the past that could, very well, happen again. The sounds were muddled and he made out nothing intelligible from passing by them, but he decided there was nothing much to learn from them at this time. Instead, his focus stayed on the Force, pulling him where it wished him to go. The rest of the day, he was pulled through corridors and hallways, passing through like a dead man puppetted by strings controlled by those within the rafters. His endurance was tested as he was pulled for too long. His tracking of the Force strengthened during this 'exercise.'
His knees crashed into the floor in a small room, a closet of sorts, and his mind fell deeper into the Force. Never could he just meditate lightly. He had to find the Force and grip it with his hands even though it'd escape. He learned it only allowed itself to become caught when it found such necessary. Whether this was an accurate evaluation was up to those who evaluated the evaluation. Any who wished to do so, could. But Sebastian's own evaluation was only further enlightenment upon the nature of the Force. He delved into the secrets of how the Sith could usurp the control of the Force, or if it allowed itself to be caught by them. If the latter, and it knew of their intentions, then why would it allow such? To test the Jedi? It couldn't possibly be blind to intentions of people. There was no way.
He was reminded what he was capable of as he described what he was capable of to Fyston. He'd grown much in the past five years since becoming a Knight. Still, he knew he had to learn much more before becoming strong with the Force. There was much to discover though he had learned much, if only by himself. Classes didn't interest him and he didn't care to read. Some might have called him 'uneducated.' He was, rather, a self-learner. The Force could tell him much sooner than he would find out by reading on his own time. Perhaps this was an enlightenment others hadn't reached. Conversely, it could be a stubbornness he'd come to accept within himself. There was a comfort in following the Force blindly, but with a mind. He was coming to understand its pulls and tugs at him throughout the galaxy.
His heavy feet thudded against the metal floors of the shuttle. His eyes might as well have been shut as he looked at nothing as he walked. It was almost like a walking meditation, of sorts. He could feel the Force and followed where it flowed. It showed him classes taking place and simulations simulating battles from the past that could, very well, happen again. The sounds were muddled and he made out nothing intelligible from passing by them, but he decided there was nothing much to learn from them at this time. Instead, his focus stayed on the Force, pulling him where it wished him to go. The rest of the day, he was pulled through corridors and hallways, passing through like a dead man puppetted by strings controlled by those within the rafters. His endurance was tested as he was pulled for too long. His tracking of the Force strengthened during this 'exercise.'
His knees crashed into the floor in a small room, a closet of sorts, and his mind fell deeper into the Force. Never could he just meditate lightly. He had to find the Force and grip it with his hands even though it'd escape. He learned it only allowed itself to become caught when it found such necessary. Whether this was an accurate evaluation was up to those who evaluated the evaluation. Any who wished to do so, could. But Sebastian's own evaluation was only further enlightenment upon the nature of the Force. He delved into the secrets of how the Sith could usurp the control of the Force, or if it allowed itself to be caught by them. If the latter, and it knew of their intentions, then why would it allow such? To test the Jedi? It couldn't possibly be blind to intentions of people. There was no way.