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[Hannibal Grayza]

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It was a fine day on Ajan Kloss, just an hour after noon, the weather mildly warm with a pleasantly cool breeze. Hannibal was dressed in what had become his usual set of robes combining color and practicality, leather gloves covering his hands. The burns over his arms were healing quickly, guided by his daily healing trances, but his otherwise visible forearms were still wrapped in bandages to prevent infection. He had his lightsaber clipped to his belt on the left hand on a mag plate.

The young Knight sat on a fallen tree stump in a clearing a few minutes walk from the main temple, a cigarra burning idly between his lips. At some point after the events on Coruscant the Council had seen fit to assign students to him. Students. Two of them. Despite Hannibal's general attitude, his actions on behalf of the Jedi had apparently caught their attention. One of them was a hopeful who'd very recently come to Kloss and was still adapting to the general way of things. The other had been Nashyr's Padawan. Hannibal had gladly accepted the offer of adopting Riz'kacha in the place of his fallen friend, and the Council seemed to feel Byron might get along better with a more unorthodox example of a Jedi.

Hannibal had contacted them both to meet him where he now sat, a little meet and greet to "formally" meet the two as their teacher and begin their training. He'd also invited Nara, a young woman he'd trained during her master Oren's imprisonment. The older Jedi Master was understandably preoccupied these days and wasn't quite the upfront fighter Hannibal was anyway, so Nara was always welcome to join in on his unusual but undoubtedly effective training sessions. His regimen wasn't going to stop just because one of his good friends had died, no sir. Couldn't let that happen.

It should be a simple enough thing, seeing what they already knew and what to work on. Fundamentals were key in most things after all, and they'd be needed for the harder stuff. The students had been warned in advance that his teaching wasn't easy, as Nara could attest, but Hannibal was confident they'd catch on eventually. Probably.

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[Rizkacha]

Whenever the other students had arrived, Riz'kacha arrived later. A good five minutes later. When she came in sight of the clearing, she held on her face a depressed frown, her usually intelligent eyes drifting slowly across the others. Anyone who had seen her before could tell that she looked different; she had bags under her eyes, and her usual clear complexion had a few blemishes on it that were usually covered up by makeup. Apparently, she hadn't bothered to make her first impression a good one.

She wore a rather casual-looking vest-like jacket above a plain shirt, which let her arms breathe. Apparently that was good for irritation; if she covered them, they could get itchy and cause her to scratch them. This factored into her as the arms in question had slightly milky purple streaks along them, a latticework that resembled trees that only disappeared once it approached her shoulders. Along her lower half things were much more conservative; baggy pants that led into combat boots. Frankly, she looked like shit; which was about as good as she felt.

Her gaze shifted between those present once more as she found a place to sit, resting on a large rock that faced Hannibal's stump. She remained silent unless she was spoken to.

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[Juniper]

Nara came to the training session eagerly. Well, maybe eagerly was a strong word, but certainly much more enthusiastically than she used to. Just seeing him stood there, puffing on his cigarra, brought her back to long training sessions, high-gravity push-ups and... well, extremely sore muscles. And whilst Nara hadn't ended up jacked or anything, the thin layer of firm, strong muscle on her arms was a testament to Hannibal's 'good' work.

She waved over at him, giving him a small smile. He might've got a larger one, if she hadn't spent plenty of nights lifting heavy things and running laps around the temple. He looked as casual as ever... even bandaged up after what happened.

"So... who are you torturing today? Do I just get to watch now, or am I not that lucky?" Nara asked. She stretched a little, fingers interlocking above her head. She was just wearing her usual training clothes, a thin top and some grey leggings, with a pair of smaller, lighter boots on her feet. Her real saber clipped to her waist, with her beat-up training saber clipped to the other side.

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[Orenth]

Byron was late. He knew it even as he arrived though he wished he was not the last to arrive. Dressed in the only set of clothes he had besides his flight suit he approached looking perhaps the least 'jedi-like' out of everyone.

Since he had arrived it had been a non-stop of unanswered questions and confusion. He was an adult treated like either a child or a stranger spacer depending on who he interacted with. A lot had happened with the Order recently that made it hard for him to find any sense of stability and it made the man anxious about what to do next. Byron had was told he would be instructed, educated in the Force and how to be a jedi, but so far he had been twiddling his thumbs and just been working on his ship since. The man only stopped in his hobby when someone had the initiative to interrupt his past time.

Byron still felt like an outsider and that was of now help when it came to learning about the Force. In his time on Ajan Kloss he had enjoyed a lunch break watching kids that had yet to reach puberty perform acts that dazzled his mind. Yet here he was, stranded on an alien planet with people he did not know trying to learn space magic. Yuuuuup. Sounds about right. He thought to himself.

At least now he was getting some more direct interaction. The man who was faciliatating this training was Hannibal Gryza. Byron had a feeling he was at least somewhat experienced and given the fact that Byron did not know jack-squat about being a jedi he was willing to give tutalage from him a shot. It was more than he had received since arriving.

When he arrived, Byron saw the other students. The man smiled warmly at the twi'lek, noting how pretty she was and tried not to stare. The man had not seen her before but to him, a normal human from Contruum, he had little to go off of in terms of appearance. Plenty of people in the ship yards were 'clock punchers' and of the working class so the worn expression on her face was far more relatable than the enlightened expression some of the other people had expressed since his arrival. (@WiffWaffs )

Byron was not sure what the training ahead intalled so he had brought his tools from working on his ship. A belt filled with his equipment hung on his hip though he would not be surprised if the mystic side of this experience involved removing material possessions. Hearing the Nara speak it was clear she was from Hutt space based on her accent. But he was curious about Hannibal's answer. Byron had his resevations and a fair amount of anxiety added to his personal well being based on the wording of the woman's words.

"Um.." He held up a hand like he was in some sort of class room. "...Is this going to be dangerous?" He swallowed nervously shortly after.

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[Hannibal Grayza]

The young Knight sat quietly as his students began to show up, first Nara and then who he assumed was Byron, assuming the twi'lek hadn't mutated into a male human at some point. Byron was new to the Jedi and to Hannibal as well, and he definitely had the air of someone who wasn't quite comfortable on Ajan Kloss amongst all the strange space wizards. This was confirmed by his follow up to Nara's joking question. Hannibal thought he'd best make a good first impression.

He stood up off his log seat and raised his right hand in a casual greeting. "Yo! How's it hangin'?" he asked cheerily, striding over closer to Byron as Riz showed up somewhere behind him, brilliant grin alighting his features and eyes twinkling. "You must be Byron, then? I'm Hannibal, nice ta meetcha!" he introduce himself, offering his gloved right hand forward for a shake. "It ain't dangerous unless you've got some kind of underlying heart condition, Nara likes to exaggerate."

As Riz joined the group fully and sat herself Hannibal turned his eyes to her, noting her aura of general glum-ness permeating the air. "Yo!"he shouted in greeting, giving her a wave, all smiles and levity as he usually was. He looked at Nara, finally answering her question. "These two, natch. And no, you don't get a pass."

"Riz, Byron, how well conditioned would you say you are physically?" He'd prefer to start somewhere people could keep up with and determine their conditioning from there. It was all and good to be able to float things with your mind, but what use was it if you also couldn't handle a little running? Besides, exercise focused the mind in a way sitting and meditating didn't for some people.

Hannibal was one of those people, of course. He certainly didn't scream 'monk' to most people. Byron certainly looked like he was well built, so Hannibal suspected he'd have to work more on specific sets of muscles and flexibility more than general strength training. Riz on the other hand was certainly tall, but lanky. She had some work to do to catch up to the younger Nara, who'd been training with Hannibal for some time and had rather improved. Oren was a good teacher when it came to the spiritual side of things for sure, but being a Jedi wasn't all mind tricks and rock floating.

"We're gonna start with some running." he started, turning and pointing to a distant cliff face. "Over to there."

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[Rizkacha]

Riz'kacha didn't seem to notice Byron's staring too much; as a Twi'lek, it seemed that she had that effect on people. Especially humans. She didn't understand it too much herself, but she didn't really care to have the effort to question it right now. Her eyes followed the various speakers as they talked, flinching slightly at Hannibal's overenthusiastic greeting. She certainly hadn't expected that kind of energy from the man, given recent events.

As for the others, Nara had certainly grown since the last time Riz'kacha had seen her. She was taller, and much more built. Clearly, whatever training she had been undergoing wasn't failing her. Byron, on the other hand seemed... Strange. Out of place would be putting it too mildly. He acted as a child would if they were still in school. Not entirely inaccurate, she supposed, but it still seemed strange to her.

Then came his question. She wasn't entirely eager to respond to it, considering. Truthfully, she wasn't one for athletics. She was thin, sure, but that was maintained mostly by her diet. She exercised sometimes in normal circumstances, but it wasn't really enough to build any lasting muscle. Finally, she spoke, "...I'm not very strong, if that's what you're asking. I've spent most of my time as a Jedi focusing on philosophy." Her gaze shifted downward as she finished, and the last sentence was tinged with regret.

She waited for the new guy's answer, watching whoever would speak in silence. Her gaze only wavered away when Hannibal pointed. Oh kriff. This wasn't going to be fun.

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[Orenth]

His brow twitched at the bright and happy tone Hannibal used. It was a little off putting at first and made him hesitate. It made Byron feel like he had not woken up well enough for this. All the same he met the man's handshake. "Likewise"

When Hannibal shouted again it was still made Byron sway on his heels before looking at the latest arrival. The two women seemed to be younger but then again he was not sure he had ever seen an old twi'lek. As far as he knew twi'leks lived more or less the same lifespans as humans. But it would be rude to ask so he kept those thoughts to himself.

They knew one another a little better which definitely made Byron feel like the new kid on the block. He didn't say anything until Hannibal asked him about his health. "Well, I was in a shock boxing club in college. I still..." He was thinking about his life back on Contruum. "...used to go to the gym. Regular work outs from time to time." He shrugged.

The man was in limbo. He spent time working on his ship or tinkering from time to time. Sometimes it helped to be able to rip out cabling. Plus hitting a punching bag and practicing boxing helped to pass time and keep his mind clear.

When Hannibal indicated they were going to start with cardio he turned to look at the cliff and then back at the Knight. "You mean...right now?" He already was thinking about how smelly his clothes were going to get from this work out. Even if he washed them everyday Byron felt like he was going to start gaining a musk. It was something he would prefer to spare both himself and others if possible.

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[Juniper]

Of course I don't get a pass. Hannibal isn't training us, he's just getting off on making us sweat our butts off in the jungle she thought, though it was only half-serious. Hannibal had stepped into to train Nara when Oren had been... away, so Nara trusted him. Okay, maybe trusted was a strong word, but she'd listen to him without too much complaining.

"Great. Thanks. Lookin' forwards to it," she groaned softly, rolling her eyes as she stood, looking at the other two. Riz'kacha she recognised from... wow, it seemed like forever ago. Had it been Quesh? Wow. She barely looked a day older... though an awful lot sadder. The realisation hit her a couple of seconds after, right in her stomach. Oh. Oh yeah. She gave Riz a small smile and a quick wave.
The new guy, Byron, seemed pretty okay. Maybe a little bit nervous? At least she'd had to wait several months to receive the benefit of Hannibal's training.

"Hey, nice to meet ya," she said to him quickly, before she heard Han's instructions. Her eyes followed his finger, right over to the cliffs. They followed the point and kept rolling up, straight to the sky as she groaned wordlessly. Ugggggggghhhhhhhhh this was not how I planned my day going, she thought as she shook herself a little loose. No use complaining. She could bitch about it all she wanted, but she'd still have to do it.

"Yes sir, right away sir, the cliff sir, the absolute kriffin' cliff right away you..." she muttered as she set off at a measured little jog, looking ahead at the jungle paths she'd have to traverse to get there. Feeling both sabers tapping and hitting into her side and both thighs. This was bringing back far too many memories of the last times they'd trained. She found herself wincing at the thought, like she'd just picked off a scab in her brain.

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[Hannibal Grayza]

Hannibal stepped back from the other three hands on hips and looked the two newcomers over. What they said about their physical conditions seemed to check out, superficially at least. The budding philosopher needed work on fundamentals and Dudicus Prime needed to be tested. Besides, instinct came easier when one was tired.

"Good! We'll figure it out, then." he replied breezily to their reports, turning around to shout after the steadily retreating form of Nara. "I hope it's not too tough for you! I'd hate for Oren to think you need more practice meditating!" He then spun back around to face Byron, grin just as brilliant as before, right brow raised a little. "Well, yes, now. You do want to learn crazy space magic, right?" He made a wiggly wizardly motion with his fingers, then waved Riz forward.

"Off we go then!" Without another word he went off, following behind Nara at a brisk jog.

From what he'd heard, and could sense, Byron was definitely sensitive to the Force. He just may not have really used it yet. That sort of thing was supposedly harder to do when one started older, not at all helped by the spiritual mumbo-jumbo some of the older members of the Order liked to shove in where it wasn't needed. Hannibal had a suspicion Byron wasn't going to get it by sitting around and meditating about the meaning of life or something like that. Riz, meanwhile, just needed a workout. Jedi did a lot of running after all, and relying on the Force for everything was a good way to exhaust oneself.

Ideally Riz and Byron would end up much more physically tired by the time they got to the cliff, a good two miles of moving through the jungle. He'd said run, but he certainly wasn't planning to enforce more than a jog.

For now, at least.

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[Rizkacha]

The Twi'lek watched her companions in training each talk as Hannibal guided the lesson forward, noting that Nara seemed much more knowledgeable of what was soon to happen. She also didn't seem very excited by the prospect of Hannibal's training, and she was probably the most ready for it. Uh oh. Byron, on the other hand, seemed like he'd be just fine. Even though he didn't seem knowledgeable about the Jedi, he did seem like he knew how to keep himself fit. To her mind, he would be alright. Much better than she'd be.

Then Nara and Hannibal took off. She shot a look to Byron, before shrugging and deciding it was best that she get moving as well. Riz'kacha, not having been physically inclined in the first place, started off at a brisk pace to try to catch up, but quickly tired herself out when she found that it wasn't sustainable. Just as quickly, she settled for a slow jog. Inevitably, as she got deeper into the jungle, she slowed down even further, seeming to have a hard time keeping pace and dodging obstacles.

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[Orenth]

"Force damn it." Byron muttered and began to reluctantly beginning to work his way up to a fast jog. He knew how to run long distance and set a speed for himself. He could pull off a pretty quick run if he paced himself but that was usually on a treadmile or around an urban area with flat pavement.

Over the course of the run he tried to keep the same pace as he had where it was clear but that required more jumps and moving around trees and various flora. Plus it wasn't all flat with some mounds giving him an invcline. Vines and other objects were things he had not particularly thought about. Running had been an exercise for him. Not a matter of survival which is what he was realizing he was probably going to end up doing. I feel like, lately I've been doing a lot of running at risk of injury or worse

He slowed a little. If he tried to keep his body calm and conserve his energy so he would not be as tired at the end. The man had a feeling this was just the start and he wanted to be prepared for what Hannibal had in store. By the end the man would be sweating and breathing heavily.

The desire for water and the added realization he had not brought a bottle filled his mind as he placed hands on his hips and walked around, slowing his breathing and heart. Byron had a feeling Hannibal could beat him here if he wanted to though for the most part he had been focusing on just running and not tripping while keeping a good pace.

"Guys?" He asked a little bit above normal volume. His head turned towards one direction of the cliff face and then to the other, wondering if he would have to start searching for them. But then he heard a set of running feet and saw the purple skinned twi'lek a ways away. He felt slightly relieved knowing he had strayed only a little bit from the intended path. The jungle was similar but still alien to his homeworld and even if had been the same, Byron was not that much of an out-doorsy kind of guy. His cool down would take him to meet back up with the others.

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[Juniper]

Nara was a little more used to Hannibal's training technique than the others. He seemed to pride himself on his physically-focused regimen, which made a change from the usual Jedi-temple fare. He did have a point though. It was important to make sure you were physically ready for the demands of being a Jedi. Especially in light of... recent events. She wondered if Hannibal had ever come across a circumstance or event that he hadn't tried to solve by suggesting laps around the temple.

No wait... weighted laps, just carry this bag, she thought in a very Hannibal-esque inner voice.

She only went at a jogging pace. She knew better than to set off in a dash or anything. She had a couple of advantages over the others, being used to that kinda training and a generally scrawny, quick and scramble-y runner to boot. The jungle was a lot more familiar to her after a couple of years of living mainly on Ajan Kloss. Rocks stamped under her boots. She deftly jumped over bundles of roots, avoiding their tangle and tumble. She jogged towards a gushing stream of muddy jungle-water. Without stopping, she broke into a faster run, clambering a little ways up a tree, grabbing a branch and swinging...

And completely missing where she was aiming, splashing straight into the water. She pushed herself out from it carefully, her workout clothes sticking close, soaking wet and muddy. Her dark hair plastered around her highly-embarrassed face.

You've got to be kidding me... she thought as she stared up at the sky. She picked herself up and shivered, starting again. The jogging seemed a little bit more difficult with the soaking, sodden clothes. And the extra, added weight of her own embarrassment. At this rate, she'd be the last to the cliff too.

If he says something, I could always push him off the cliff, mused Nara as she tried to keep her breathing regular, breaching through the jungle at last, heading up towards the cliff.

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[Hannibal Grayza]

It seemed to be going about as well as one could expect. Nara was used to it, Byron was fit but seemed unused to jungle life and was having to adapt to it, and Riz just wasn't used to any of this sort of training. The young Knight was keeping track of his students through the Force as he moved along, a brisk jog that he did just about every morning. He ducked and weaved through the flora and other obstacles, adjusting force and angle to scramble over stones or even terrain.

He could have gone faster, but he wanted to be nearby if one of the students encountered trouble. He was still their teacher, after all. He'd end up arriving at around the same time as Byron though from a different angle, slowing down to a walk, a light sheen of sweat over his brow and breathing fairly regular.

At the top of the cliff face was a small cooler underneath the shade of a tree. Hannibal walked over and opened it to retrieve four metal drink containers. He turned to the slowly regathering group, the sight of a well-soaked Nara eliciting a raised eyebrow and a cheeky smirk. He moved over to them and started handing out the metal containers, which were filled with water.

"I see someone already found a drink." he teased Nara, but handed her a bottle nonetheless. "Five minutes, then we get to the real work. Nara, show Riz how well you can climb a rope one-handed, eh?" One of Hannibal's 'impossible' exercises, it involved using one's own strength to pull oneself up the rope, and then maintain position with the Force while they reached upwards. It was a difficult bit of multitasking that required both concentration and solid will. Cheating by using the Force to pull oneself up tended to result in starting over with extra weight. One started with one arm first, then the other.

"Now then. Byron, has someone bothered to explain the Force to you in some way?" he asked, turning to the Jedi hopeful. Riz was able to use the Force to some degree, and Nara was technically Oren's padawan so Hannibal had never taught her his methods for using the Force and had focused instead on physical conditioning. Byron on the other hand was brand new to this sort of thing. Hannibal would be able to start from scratch, and he wanted to head off any confusing misconceptions at the get go.

Somewhere behind Hannibal next to the tree were also various pieces of training equipment, including weighted sparring swords, various weights, and a rope tied six meters high on the tree's trunk, and most notably a punching bag that hung from a low branch. Hannibal had already planned on using the last one, but Byron's history in boxing could potentially help him with the Force if it was leveraged properly.

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[Rizkacha]

Riz'kacha was the last to arrive, sweat beading on her forehead and her breath coming out as labored pants; clearly, she wasn't used to this sort of thing. As she got closer to the other members of the group, she gratefully accepted the water container from Hannibal and drank from it, resting in place and generally trying to catch her breath. Did Nara and Hannibal do all this all the time?

Speaking of Nara, it seemed she was up next for the next activity. They were already doing another activity? How much did Hannibal expect out of her? The Twi'lek shifted over to the younger padawan and just noticed her... Soaking wet clothes. That wasn't just from sweat, right? She hoped not. Her gaze shifted to Byron as he was addressed as well, noting that he seemed to be doing just fine; or at least that he seemed to be much better off than she was.

She doubted that he had much experience with the force, but everyone started out that way. Riz was confident that given enough time, he'd probably be strong in that as well. For now though, she was just glad that Hannibal was giving her time to rest; the other two seemed to be the main focus of his attention, for now.

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[Juniper]

"Hahahahaha, so funny, forgot to laugh," Nara seethed, rolling her eyes at Hannibal as she took her drink. She chugged some down greedily, her throat feeling a little dry and raw after... well, after making a total ass of herself in one of the most simple training exercises. She heard his instructions and she pulled her face a little.

"Oh come on, now? Really?" She looked down at herself, still soaked. Chafing. There was gonna be chafing and she was already wincing at the thought of it. She unbuckled her utility belt, letting both sabers drop on the ground as she smiled at Riz, nodding towards the rope.

"Okay, this is one of his favourite torture devices. And it's hard, so really don't worry if you can't quite do it at first. Also, it's kinda like your thighs are being slowly prised apart and then burned so uh... you might wanna make sure you get some bacta pads out later." Nara winced at the unfortunate memory of lying in her dorm room, her muscles burning and vowing bloody revenge on everyone and everything.

Carefully, she took ahold of the rope and tugged it. Seemed secure. Her right hand moved behind her back, just so she wouldn't be tempted to use it. She'd grabbed it with both hands without thinking the first time she'd tried it. Hannibal hadn't been impressed. She breathed gently, then leaped up. Her hand grabbed the rope as her slender legs squeezed round the lower part. The thin muscles in her arms tensed as she reached further, timing another small push upwards with a grab and a tug. Slowly, surely, she edged a little more up the rope. Not much, but enough.

Her face was focused directly forwards, but she still tried to speak to Riz. Her voice was quite laboured though. "It's... just concentrating... and you've gotta be.... really coordinated..." she said, straining slightly with the effort.

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[Orenth]

Taking a generous drink of water he watched Hannibal order the others about something that just sounded impossible. Then again, he had seen a lot of things lately that would have made him sound crazy. "Hmm? oh....uh, well I've got an idea...I think." He took another swig of water and cleared his throat before continuing. "It exists in all living things. Binds us together. That sort of thing. You can use it to move crap with your mind" He waved his hands with a pantamim to using the force.

"Other than that I guess I dunno." He shrugged since he had been told only once before and part of it he had kind of tuned out of. Byron started being able to notice the other equipment that awaited them. I wonder if this is harder than any of that cross-fit kark He had never done cross fit or any of that mud running people back home enjoyed. Plenty of the kids these days were all about traveling and hiking then immediately posting about it online.

The others were beginning to work on stuff that started to draw his attention but he didn't want to tune out. Clearing his throat he tried to seem a bit more respectable, shifting his weight from either foot.. It was starting to become apparent that discipline was probably in order as well. Not like a military but more in just body, mind and soul.

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[Hannibal Grayza]

Confident that Nara was perfectly capable of showing Riz the ropes, he merely gave her an encouraging shout of "I believe in you! Riz tries next!" and turned back to Byron. He gave him a mildly annoyed look in response to his answer, but it wasn't actually directed at Byron himself. Of course the other Jedi had given him the spiritual spiel before everything else. They were important details, but Byron wasn't a damn five year old who could just instantly wrap their head around something so fanciful.

"Yeah, typical of them, really. Right. In short, the Force is an energy field that binds anything together. People sensitive to this energy can tap into it to do things, like float stuff, run faster, and get flashes of the future. That said, actually using the Force is something I prefer to approach a little more practically than the usual." He waved Byron forward and stepped away to the punching bag and pointed to a spot a good half meter out of actual punching range.

"Stand there, close your eyes, and punch the bag." Then he stepped back to observe Nara's ascent, watching her form. She'd certainly improved over time. Hannibal knew the exercises were hard, but Jedi had a fun little cheat they could use after hard work. The Force could be used to revitalize and regain strength, and every session always ended with a bit of that and some good food. Byron might need a little help with the first half, though.

"You gotta really want to hit it. Don't get frustrated, just focus on hitting the bag however you can think of without moving from that spot." he offered as a hint to Byron. He was new, he'd cut him a little slack. Using the Force required will and intent. Byron may be able to use the Force without quite meaning to if these two things were focused on a singular task that was technically impossible without it. That was the point of Hannibal's 'impossible' tasks, after all. Byron should have the muscle memory for the punching itself to be done on instinct, so the rest shouldn't be too far of a step up. With any luck, anyway.

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[Orenth]

At least the original explanation wasn't wrong, from a certain point of view. Hannibal adjusted it though Byron was perhaps less skeptical than he had been the first time. Part of it was the more down to earth explination but also because Byron had just experienced more in the past couple of weeks than he had in the past year. It was enough to make him question most of what he previously thought of as fact and be more open to other possabilities.

"Wait...people can see the karking future?" He said softly, having just registered what his trainer had said. Byron's eyes glanced towards the two women as if he was expecting them to back him up in his confusion. But they were still busy with their exercise.

He didn't repeat the question and knew it would probably go unanswered. The man supposed he would find out soon enough. One of the struggles of being immersed in such a drastic change was the confusion. He had so many questions but reasonably could only get so many answers.

Standing in front of the punching bad he looked between Hannibal and the punching bag. Byron raised his hand, like how he would if he could actually touch the punching bag and then brought his arms back to a ready position. He swung and naturally missed. A few more swings and he began feeling like he was shadow boxing. Unbeknownst to him the punching bag would move a little but hardly to the desired affect. "Am I supposed to be feeling a sense of...enlightenment or something cuz it feels like I'm just getting some breathing exercises in." He wasn't sure if he was supposed to ask question. He assumed he was below the learning curve. Saying 'don't get frustrated' was easier said than done.

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[Rizkacha]

The still recovering Twi'lek watched Nara with a hardly concealed amount of fascination on her face as she undertook her assigned activity, noting the mechanical aspects of her approach more than the words that she was saying. It wasn't as if she wasn't listening, of course, she just felt that thinking practically was probably a good approach when it came to climbing a rope with her own hands. In particular, her focus was drawn to the leg-lock that Nara employed to help her keep her spot. She could understand the source of pain in such a setup, considering the extreme amount of friction that must've been generated against such a course material.

Nara was right, this was going to hurt. She took another drink of her water as she watched, digesting all the information that was being thrown at her at once. She also noted that the poor woman was struggling a little bit with talking to her and trying to focus on the task at hand, finally speaking up after a moment, "Nara, I appreciate your help, but right now I feel that it is best for you if you focus on climbing. I do not want to distract you." Her tone was gentle, knowing in some part that the woman's temperament was a little quick to anger and that under duress such a statement could be taken the wrong way. Really, she was grateful, but she didn't want to be the cause of any other negative consequences anytime soon.

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