Simple Advancement by Hybridization

[Cassanova]

Juno had become so accustomed to space, having spent the vast majority of the past ten years living aboard the Light of the Force, having held most of her classes prior to that aboard the star destroyer, and never really settling into a temple since her days as a Padawan, Juno had taken a day scoping out the perfect location for her Advanced Sparring class. The options were rather limiting, as Juno was holding the class in an unprecedented manner. 'Safety off', as it were. The concept was to train like-minded and skill-setted individuals in a situation where injury was actually possible. Lacking a Sith Crusader to help train a Jedi to overcome fear in the face of injury or death, Juno was forced to use what she had in plentiful supply; eager students. Ensuring that there was no undue risk, Juno had closed the class to Padawans as despite their gifts, they simply lacked the refined control of the Jedi Knights and Masters of the order.

After a day or two of searching and discussing the surrounds of the hidden enclave with the only people who could ever truly understand an area; Jedi Padawans, Initiates and Younglings - Juno had counted on their insatiable curiosity to have led them exploring the nearby areas. Juno's instinct had paid off in spades. A young aquialish Padawan by the name of Puriss had paid off after being convinced he wasn't going to get into trouble for his time. He had found and bravely taken Juno to a clearing not a mile from the enclave's compound. Wide open spaces, no infrastructure to damage, and very few obstacles. Perfect.

Juno couldn't hold the class in the temple itself because it was likely that the room would be damaged beyond repair, and hosting it aboard the Light of the Force was utter folly; to do so would mean death for everyone onboard. This class was to be nothing short of a clash of titans.

The four participants, as students was not a truly appropriate term for these extended learners, were instructed to meet Juno in this clearing on the first Zhellday of the planet's spring rotation. As this was not a class on the merits of engaging in combat, nor Form Zero, nor diplomatic negotiations - They were to come armed and ready to fight.

Juno awaited her students in the center of the clearing, her large military-style crate laying on the ground. Inside it was, what had become known as, the 'arsenal'. Juno's own collection of weapons, varying from standard lightsabers, to lightwhips, discblades, warhammers, rifles and pistols; a total of eighteen various weapons sat in this case - their purpose to be explained upon the arrival of her class.

Having arrived earlier than anticipated, Juno merely sat on the crate and enjoyed the serenity of the clearing before it would, no doubt, be utterly destroyed by four Jedi attempting to one-up one another. This was an advanced class, after all.

 

[Just Matt Now]

The mile out from Haven Temple had been a prefect distance away for a warmup run, or slither as it were in a Sluissi's case. Loogo had awoken early, before the sun rose, as he normally had to meditate and start his day off right. Eating a hearty breakfast, the Sluissi finally headed over to the clearing where he was to meet with Master Armstrong for a class on advanced sparring. The Master Attendant wore a light brown tunic, nothing too constricting or too loose, a normal attire for a training session. With his saberstaff attached across his back, the Sluissi dashed across the Arbran landscape using his large muscular tail, unaided by the Force. As he ran, using his forward momentum and bending of his tail to propel himself, or jump over rocks and fallen branches. Loogo gone to a lesson in many years, and he hadnt felt this eager since he was a young Knight. Despite this being less of a lesson and more of a contact sparring session, he still felt the same.

Loogo prided himself on his ability with his saber, having trained and gained experience that aided the decision to make him a master. Loogo was already skilled in this art, though he hadnt had the opportunity to spar under Master Armstrong since he was but a Padawan. Juno had taught the young Padawan a lot that he carried still in his life today, and what he passes on to those that he teaches as well. Juno was a pivotal role model in the early life of Loogo, and he would never forget her.

Reaching the clearing, Loogo had built up a slight sweat, though he was still not short of breath. The warmup would prove useful, he felt limber and ready to face his foe, whether it be another master of the Weapons Master herself.

"Greetingss Masster Armsstrong. It has been far too long since we have lasst seen each other. All is well, I hope?" Loogo said as he approached Juno, slithering in a snakelike motion. Lookig up to her as she sat on the questionable crate, Loogo could only assume that it was going to be used for the session. He understood that there would be others, htough he did not know who, and as it seemed he was the first to arrive. He expected as much, since he lived on Arbra for the past ten years.

 

[TheLastLine]

There was a time where Bora presumed he was the greatest wielder of the force in the Galaxy. In these times, he ran into battle with a lacklustre fear of death, and injury; he knew that almost none could stand against him.

This apathy was soon destroyed, however, once his master (and long term friend) was thrown at his feet, and a humiliating fight saw him running for his life through the undergrowth.
A lot had to change, and he did change, adapted, and grew up. As he walked through a radically different undergrowth, a hand ran over his scarred tendrils that lay before his neck, and he wondered whether the epic journey he had made would be worth it.

The flow of the force had altered; there was a simmering at the surface, something that was acute but becoming more potent. Change was coming, a change to which men like Bora would only be witness, but he had his role to play, and he was determined to do it well.

His mind dawdled as he came ever close to the clearing; he wondered if his comrades had felt the same pressure as him, is that why they came? Did they come to learn to defend themselves, or learn how to fight? Did they plan to take the war directly to the Sith, or their Empire, or both?

His questions lay upon the fact that the Jedi were the protectors of peace, a peace that had been broken and destroyed then re-established so many times since the dawn of history. The Padawans and some Knights urge for war, an urging that their masters find hard to control and exude; there was the fear that the war would destroy the Jedi internally.

However these thoughts became suppressed just like his presence in the force. It was a technique that he had mastered in the years of war which needed more subtly than brute force, especially after the fall of Coruscant. He had no doubt that very soon Master Juno would uncover his guise, but he doubted the others would, it was something which gained him the upper hand in his battles with the Sith; their overconfidence was what let him simple crush their minds and bodies with the force, before disappearing into the crowd or countryside.

On the outside Bora looked like a worn-down man who was down on his luck, quick with his tongue and eerily sarcastic. He hardly stood out in a crowd. His hunched back and limp were what mostly disguised the man who lay underneath, the fundamentally good man who would give his life if he thought he could make a difference.

So he came to Master Juno for he knew that she knew how to make a difference, and it was time to become as good, if not better than she. For if she could help him, he would make an even more selfless and powerful ally.

He emerged from the trees into the clearing and bowed his head lightly to Master Juno and then to Master Vsil, before walking to the pair.

 

[Fang.]

Fang walked silently through the woods of Arbra, he felt the gentle breeze of the forest on his face, and the warmth of the sun every time he passed out of a shadow. Fang appered quite calm on the inside, but in his mind, he was quite busy.

It had been 10 years since Fang had taken a class with the weapon master, Master Juno Armstrong, and that last class had been a very short one indeed. He had not pleased the weapon master that day, nor had he made a very good first impression. He hoped that this class, would prove better. He had little doubt that it would, in that class 10 years ago, it had been cut short because Fang had gone to far, he used a potentially dangerous force power in the presence of a padawan. That couldnt happen this time. This was a all out, full contact combat class, they were to bring their A-game, and then, they were to try to improve it. Fang suspected that they were going to be sore for weeks after this class, especially since not only were they not on the LOTF, but they were very far away from the temple. It was obvious that Master Armstrong expected massive amounts of damage to be done.

Fang was close to the clearing now. He stopped for a moment and took one of his lightsabers off his belt and held it in his hand. He stared at it for a long moment. his lightsabers were no longer tools to him. they stopped being tools many years ago. Now they were an extension of himself and his will. Fang smiled at it for a moment and then placed it back on his belt and walked forward at an even, and silent pace, He entered the clearing.


Entering the clearing, he saw 3 people standing before him, Logoo Visil, The padawan with whom he took that class 10 years ago, now the master attendant, Fang couldnt help but feel proud of him, he couldnt help but to feel that in some small way, he had helped him achieve his position, then there was a Jedi Knight he did not know, a Nautolan, Fang gave them both a nod of greeting. Then There was Master Armstrong, standing behind a large crate, he gave one small quite chuckle, she always had something planned, some great surprise. Master Armstrong, He said with a head nod and slight bow.
Under his skin were a whirl of emotions, excitment, nervousness, a small amount of fear, Fang hadnt felt like this in a long, long time, and he was itching to get started.

 

[The Kyzer]

Just before dawn, a shuttle landed softly in the hidden Temple hangar, and the ramp descended.

A few of the ground crews began chattering amongst themselves as a solitary figure strode down the boarding ramp. The dark grey robes lightly grazed the rock floor of the underground hangar as the hooded person briskly walked away from the starship. Though the being barely registered in the Force, everyone, even non-Force Sensitives, knew who the figure was, but no one really understood what the woman, and it surely was a female, actually did. As such, many rumors had started to surface around the various places the Jedi Master visited.

"She's just another Jedi teacher," said some.

"She's a secret member of the resistance," said others.

The Jedi Master merely shook her head and smiled softly.

Let them imagine what they will, Von thought as she made her way up through the various levels of the underground sanctuary to the surface of the planet. She was suddenly immersed in a lush forest filled with all kinds of life. It reminded her of Endor, and she felt a sudden longing to visit the moon again, and her Ewok friends.

The Master Explorator brushed those thoughts aside as she made her way through the woods. Von drew in the Force slightly to ease some of the pain that had sprung up in her left knee and right shoulder before fading her Force presence again. She carried her customary paired lightsabers at the small of her back along with her primary lightsaber hooked to her belt. It lightly banged against the metal plate on her thigh. The Harness of the Explorator, as a few others called it, was in full armored regalia today, as it had been for several months now.

Von finally made it to the clearing where Master Armstrong awaited, and shrugged off her heavy robes. The golden ablative paint on the fringes of the heavier battle plates on the Harness now gleamed in the bright sunlight. She nodded to the others, recognizing both Lucien and Loogo, and politely nodded to the other Jedi, one she had not met, before locking eyes with the Weapons Master.

"Master Juno," Von said genially, "Nice to see you again. I see the years spent on the Light weren't too harmful."

 

[Cassanova]

Juno merely smiled to her four students. "Welcome to Advanced Sparring." She smiled to the three Jedi whom she had met previously, and nodded to the Nautolan whom she was happy to make an acquaintance."My name is Juno Armstrong, and I have the honour of serving as the Order's Weapons Master and the unique privaledge of serving as your class-master today." Pointing to each of the Jedi as she named them, Juno imposed introductions onto the four Jedi - just in case they had not crossed paths previously.

"Master Von Raythe, Master Explorator. Master Loogo Vsil, Master Attendant. Knight Lucien Fang, and Knight Bora Ayyn'sara," Juno smiled to each of them, and bowed her head in apology to Bora - she had not meant to impose her research on him against his will, but assumed she would be safe to continue her class.

"Today you will engage in a no-holds barred training spar against one another. There are no Padawans present as they do not possess the skills to control their weaponry to the point of feigning a killing blow, without delivering it," Juno's tone became serious, "There will be no severed limbs or death in this class. I understand accidents happen, but such a display of a lack of control will see you facing the full penalty of assaulting a fellow member of the Jedi Order. If this is understood by all of you, I will continue."

Waiting for a moment for confirmations from all of the participants, then continued. "You will each hand in one weapon that you are carrying, and exchange it for somthing in this crate. The condition of which is that you may not exchange it for a weapon of the same type. A standard lightsaber may not be exchanged for another. It could, however, be exchanged for a curved-hilt lightsaber, or gauntlet, for example." A cheeky grin emerged on Juno's face. She took great pleasure in challenging herself in her combat skills, but to watch other Jedi expand on their own skills was a truly amazing thing to watch unfold. And for that reason, Juno smiled.

"Any questions?"

 

[Just Matt Now]

Loogo laughed out loud, then cutting himself off as he felt slightly embarrassed. Juno's revealed surprise had delighted the Master Attendant, it was an interesting way to be forced to learn something new and only Juno could have come up with this idea. Loogo's excitement only grew. He was happy to see both Lucien, an old classmate, and Von, a fellow Master and friend. Still having the heart of that happy-go-lucky Padawan, Loogo felt comfortable and at home with these Jedi surrounding him.

The Sluissi had no idea what weapon he would switch his own for, though he did want to choose something he had never used. This class would be very interesting, he assumed that he would be facing up against the fellow Master, Von. Although with this new occurrence, they each were on a similar level. That is of course unless the others chose another saber they had experience with. Loogo's mind stayed focused, though the wonder of possibility was staring him in the face.

The Sluissi remained still, he had no questions, and there was nothing to say. His tail stayed coiled as they stood around side by side and opposite of Juno and the container. He was ready to spar, and ready to see which weapon he would so choose. Only hoping that his decision would not get himself maimed or disfigured.

Oh Juno, what are you getting me in to?

 

[TheLastLine]

To the untrained eye the scene was something quite comical. Five rather unremarkable sentiments looking into a crate of deadly weapons, how odd. Yet to those who could feel the force could feel the raw power that emitted from each of them, the force almost clinged to them, beacons of light in the darkness.

Listening to the masters words he nods lightly and as she hinted that they could choose a weapon he over eagerly jumped forwards, in front of his superiors. He carried at this point only a purple lightsaber, standard, unadorned, unloved. Tossing her carelessly to the side he immediately seized the large hammer which lay before him, a master piece created out of the extremely rare substance, phrik.

Taking it by its long shaft he waved it dangerously in the air to get a feel. He almost entered another world as he felt the heavy hammer rotate at various speeds above his head as he drew circles with it.

Sniggering he nodded as the master proclaimed her warning. He stood alone, and started to throw the hammer into the air, trying to catch it accurately as it fell to the ground. He presumed the master would not mind as her hammer flew up and down, up and down, sometimes landing successfully, and other slamming into the cold ground below.

Taking the hammer he used both of his hands to wield it and hold it behind his back. Suddenly he used the momentum and the force to throw the hammer into the distance.

It flew with a menacing hiss into the bush. It disappeared, but the Jedi could sense it making a lap of the opening in which they stood. Bora jumped high into the air and gently used the force to manipulate the open air into a weapon which could be used to knock over any normal individual. It was basic, not strong, not showing off, it was warming up.

He wanted to prove and improve his power to fight the enemies of peace. Those who observed could note that this display momentarily distracted them from the hammer which started to fly back towards him as he descended from the air. He firmly grasped it in one hand and landed on both feet. He was ready. Looking at Fang he wondered if he was a threat, or if he would be a real test, bowing to him he mutters gently, “Sorry about that, just getting ready Lucien, I am Bora, let us spar now, I want to fight.”

 

[Fang.]

Fang's expression remained neutral, and he nodded with each of Juno's statements, showing his understanding and acknowladgement of her rules. They were only common sense, and if one couldnt feign a blow and hold back, then perhaps they werent quite fit to have their rank. Fang nodded at each statement, until he heard her say that they were to exchange one of their weapons for another one in the crate. Fang wasnt sure, he was quite efficient and comterable with his twin standard lightsabers, of course, he could always exchange either his throwing knives, or his battle knife, but he felt that that would be cheating the purpose of the lesson. Bora was on it in an instant and pulled a hammer out of the crate and began throwing it around like a child playing with a new toy on their birthday. A very in control and disciplined child. The hammer whizzed past Fang's face at one point and Fang took a short step back ot get out of its way, he turned to Bora, with an unamused expression on his face. “Sorry about that, just getting ready Lucien, I am Bora, let us spar now, I want to fight.” said Bora, Fang gave no answer as he turned forward again and walked up to the crate.

Fang peered into the crate, Wondering which weapon to take, he needed to take a lightsaber, or his balance would be thrown off by the physical weight of the weapon, and the reaction time of the hand which held it slowed. His eyes crossed over the double lightsaber, it would be interesting to weild that in one hand, and a standard in the other, an interesting style which few had ever preformed. and with good reason, he would likely forget that it was double sided, and cut his legs off before he could land a single blow, so he dismissed it and moved to the next one. A crossgaurd saber, while it was a different weapon he felt that it was still to close to a standard lightsaber, as he would not likely use the cross gaurd at all, and decided to move past it as well. Fang thought of a dual phase lightsaber, and quickly scanned the crate with his eyes for one, but dissapointingly, to no avail, he would have liked to have tried it. Fang mooved on and looked at the next lightsaber, the curved hilt lightsaber. Fang stared at it for a long hard moment, Fang did not have much experiance with curved hilt lightsabers due to the fact that he fought with two lightsabers, Fang had never thought the curved hilt versitile enough, and while it was still very close to the standard lightsaber, it was far enough out of his comfort zone that he would not be cheating the exercise. With that Fang placed one of his own lightsabers on the edge of the case, and picked up the curved hilt lightsaber in its place. With the new lightsaber in hand, Fang took a couple steps back from the case and activated the lightsaber, which crackled to life as a blue green blade emerged from the lightsaber. Fang gave it a couple of swings to get accustomed to its balance, and then he activated his other lightsaber, the silver blade hissing to life. Fang went through a basic attack patarn through the air, to get accustomed to the curved hilt lightsaber, it felt a bit awkward and clumsy in his hand, and he had to keep a firmer grip on it to keep it from rotating in his hand and pointing away from him at an odd and useless angle. After a minute He turned it off and replaced it on his belt. Satisfied, with his choice, he turned to face the group once again and waited for the weapon masters instructions.

 

[The Kyzer]

Von laughed lightly at Juno's surprise. It was typical of the Weapons Mater, but she had not expected it. Bora's choice of weapon was a bit unusual, but Lucien's wasn't. Trading a lightsaber for a lightsaber felt a bit like cheating to her, but if he felt that it would be different enough to matter, then that was his prerogative.

"Well I have a question, Weapons Master," Von replied, with a slight smirk, "How many weapons are we allowed to take Master?"

The Master Explorator approached the crate, and looked in. She recognized a few of the weapons inside, but a few others truly surprised her. For starters, she was pretty sure that these were all the personal weapons of Master Armstrong, as they were all quite...eclectic. A disc blade, exotic lightsabers, and even blaster weaponry lined the crate. She began to decide between a few of the choices, then stepped away from the crate.

"Master Vsil," Von declared with feigned gravity, "Would you do me the honor of choosing first? I could not possibly deny you of the right of choice in any way."

 

[Cassanova]

Juno merely smiled at Von, "You may choose one weapon from the container, Master Explorator." Turning to address the group as a whole, she continued, "The only condition is that you must use the weapon you have chosen from the crate. It must be utilised in the session."

Juno was always about forcing her session participants to think outside of the box, to improvise, to step outside their comfort zones. This is a new era for the Jedi Order, and the days of being able to rely upon a lightsaber to keep you safe were over. In the current galactic climate, it was more likely to get you killed and pursued across the galaxy than actually accomplish anything worth a damn. A lightsaber was a clear signal that you were a Jedi or a Sith -- at least that was how the vast majority of the people in the galaxy viewed the matter -- and neither choice was viewed in a particularly positive light. The Sith were opressors, and the Jedi were unreliable cowards.

It was the Order's job to fulfill their duties as keepers of the peace and servants of the galaxy, without getting themselves killed.

Improvisation was key.

 

[Just Matt Now]

Watching as the first two took their picks, a warhammer and a curved hilt lightsaber. Loogo was more interested in pushing his boundaries, much like Bora had, however. He then heard Von's request.

"Why ssure Massster...Let me see..."

Slithering over to the crate, he looked through Juno'a arsenal. His eyes immediately went to the Task Master pistol, though he thought against it, that would give him an advantage and one that definitely did not push his boundaries. His eyes swept passed the discblades and onto the lightsaber pike. Thinking about it, the pike still wasnt going far enough for him. Anything with a crystal, aside from the lightwhip, seemed too traditional, compared to what he could choose. Contemplating between the lightship and the blaster rifle, Loogo decided to take the phrik woven disc blade. Replacing it with his lightsaber and returning to his position, he gave Von a short smile.

"Now it'ss your turn Von." He said continuing his smile. Loogo got a feel for the disc blade, holding it tight and swing it in different angles. He then grabbed it with the Force, letting it float right in front of him, now getting a feel for it in his way. Controling it closer and further form him, Loogo was quickly becoming more and more comfortable with it.

 

[The Kyzer]

Von was only mildly disappointed that she couldn't stockpile as many weapons as she could, but it wasn't too big a problem. After Loogo picked the disc blade, Von smirked a bit. She'd wanted that weapon, though she would have used it more for humor and distraction than actual combat, but it wasn't too big a deal.

As such, Von looked into the crate once again and decided to go truly off-the-wall.

After a moment, the Master Explorator drew one of her paired lightsabers and tossed it in the crate. Then she pulled out a rifle, a M1013A L.A.W.S. Peacemaker, to be exact. She checked the weapon's ammunition and discovered that the standard bullets had been replaced by stun rounds, small rubber projectiles that, while hurting a great deal, weren't entirely lethal. As long as the shot didn't hit a truly vital area, such as an eye, the target would be in pain, but not truly injured.

Then she noticed the case that had the words "M1013A Augments". Von quickly took it out and opened it. Inside were the pieces and tools to augment the weapon into anyone of its four presets. The Zeltron-hybrid took out the extended barrel, muzzle-break, bipod, and some small tools before beginning to change the standard weapon into its "sniper"-preset.

"Ready when you are, Master Juno," Von declared after a minute or so, hefting the larger weapon up to her shoulder.

 

[Cassanova]

Juno merely smiled and motioned to the group, "Alright, so you've each chosen something beyond your usual weaponry," the Weapons Master took a moment to nod to Von, "You'll find a dozen spare magazines loaded with the same ammunition in the crate also, Master Raythe." Turning her attention back to the class, Juno merely gave off another one of her trademark grins. She may have been a level headed Jedi, but she knew how to take pleasure in the discomfort of her fellow Jedi. "Master Raythe, Master Vsil - You two will face each other in an open spar. Knight Ayyn'sara, and Knight Fang - the same for you."

Juno motioned to two halves of the clearing, "The purpose of the spar will be to position your opponent with both their shoulders touching the ground for one second. I expect scratches, bruises, bumps out of this session, but I will not tolerate severed limbs, punctured organs, or loss of life." Juno had the words painted on the wall as clear as day; Break this rule, and it will become her purpose to see you meet the appropriate punishment. "The use of Force powers are permitted."

Eyeing the group off carefully, Juno reminded them, "Remember the code, remember the precepts, and remember the eight fold path. May the Force be with you all - you may begin."

 

[Just Matt Now]

Loogo nodded to Master Juno, he precepts, code, and tenets have already compound on every influence the Sluissi had made. First learning from her, and then through Master Larik, Loogo had risen to the rank of Master himself because of his knowledge and upstanding ability to withhold the Jedi status. The concepts of the fight were expected, though except the added rule of pinning his opponent's shoulders to the ground. It would be interesting to see, since both Von and himself were using ranged weapons to an extent.

Loogo turned to Von, bowing respectfully, though unable to conform to his natural Makashi salute. Raising his weapon, Loogo bent his midsection and prepared himself for battle. His opponent was using a blaster rifle, to say the least, and so he would need to get in much closer in order to inflict any damage. Though so would Von. The realization that they could both ditch their weapons and use their original ones, that being a saberstaff for the Master Attendant had dawned on him just before the battle.

"Remember Von...no holds barred. I will not hold back, and I will make ssure that you do not either!!" Loogo's friendly demeanor slightly changed. The look in his eye became hardened and his body language stood firm. He was certainly no pushover. Standing a few meters and in the middle of the pack, the Suissi began to dart towards his opponent. Weaving through Bora, and then Lucien before cutting a beeline for Von, his Force imbued weapon aimed high and ready to deflect the rubber shots that were sure to come at a moments notice.

 

[TheLastLine]

Bora listened to Juno and nodded. He then diverted his attention back to the hammer which was in his hands, he felt his hands grip around its handle and he smiled a little, it was a good feeling, although he didn’t like what he was to do with it.
He looked at his opponent who was not the talkative type, or that’s how he seemed, a superficially concentrated man, who wanted to practice. He found it rather bemusing that he could not smile in the face of adversity, maybe he was not experienced, maybe he was, many Jedi were like he, but Bora had only learned to smile through the war instead of crying for the dead.

He looked at Fang’s weapons and considered them carefully. It would be the first time he would fight against a force user seriously without a lightsaber. In most of his travels he carried only a blaster pistol, but a saber was always nearby incase the Sith somehow detected his presence.

They bowed to one another and prepared to fight, the other two had already begun to do so. Stood at a distance from him he put both hands on his hammer and held it with both hands infront of him, not moving, not saying anything, even though the fight had begun.

Bora played with his appearance in the force, as his opponent approached hus oiwer seemingly became stronger and stronger, and when he took a step back weaker and weaker, it must be a frustrating technique, that was his aim, to frustrate and confuse. He relaxed his mind and waited to see how Lucien fought, did he fight like a man, like a rouge, or like a Sith?

He was sure he was to find out, but he didn’t want to give anything away and just waited for him to make his move.

 

[Fang.]

Fang nodded his understanding at Juno's words and stepped off to the side to face his opponent, making sure that he was a decent distance away. Fang had never fought an opponent who used a hammer before, but then again, this opponent had never used the weapon that lay in their hands either. This would definatly be interesting. Fang called the blue green lightsaber to his hand, and held it a few degrees away from his body and to the side as he turned it on and the blue green blade once again crackled to life and then settled on a low and quite humm. Fang saw his opponent likewise prepare for the combat, dropping into what Fang assumed was a neutral defensive stance. Fang felt Bora's presence begin to shift in the force as Bora manipulated it. A small smile spread over Fang's face at the attempt, to confuse him. Fang did not need to be able to feel the man in the force to fight him, several very long moments passed, and Fang gave his lightsaber a couple of twirls as they stood there staring at each other, the tension building, as yet another long moment passed. Fang called upon the force, collecting it into him, and channeling it through his being to increase the speed of his movements.

In a sudden flash Fang launched his silver lightsaber towards Bora, right towards his upper Torso, and barely an Instant after it had left Fang, Fang was already Running just behind it. Fang never meant for the lightsaber to do any damage, just to force the man to parry. As he did so Fang was then upon him, launching several very quick attacks and slashes in succession against Bora, once again, these were not intended to actually hit him, but rahter to force his arms and weapon up as Fang struck higher, and higher up, Fang couldnt help but have a small smirk on his face. Once he got Bora's arms up, Fang suddenly dropped and spun with a leg out, attempting to sweep out Bora's feet from under him and get him onto the ground. If successfull, it would only be another instant before Fang was back up and placing a foot on the mans chest to keep him down for a full second.

However Fang was prepared for this not to work, and his other lightsaber, was only a moment away from being back in his hand. Fang partly hoped that he wouldnt succeed,while he always enjoyed being able to takedown an opponent in one fell swoop, he hoped that his opponent, a fellow Jedi knight, would be able to escape it.

 

[The Kyzer]

Von replied to the Weapons Master's information by fishing the extra magazines out of the crate and placing them in small ammunition-holders on her belt. She then checked her new weapon one more time before nodding that she was ready.

When Loogo told her to remember that it was no-holds-barred, Von nearly laughed. She returned his bow with a casual salute with her free hand, while inwardly preparing for battle.

"As if I could forget, Master Attendant," she replied with a smile, belying her preparation for vicious battle. Von hefted the rifle up, and removed the safeties. Suddenly, the Sluissi Jedi Master before her began slithering around the other trainees to gain a better angle of attack on the Master Explorator. He had his new weapon, the disc blade, up and poised to block her rifle's rubber bullets.

So, Von did the opposite of what the Master Attendant expected. She did two things:

First, she threw her rifle up and away to her left, sending it sailing through the thick, humid air. The trajectory of the rifle sent it mostly vertical rather than away from her, though.

Second, she drew her primary lightsaber and ignited it. Its icy blue blade hissed as it met the wet atmosphere, and the area around her for a few meters dropped in temperature by a about ten degrees Fahrenheit.

Von knew Loogo's real skills in terms of Lightsaber combat were in Ataru and Shii-Cho, but he also had talent in Makashi. As such, she was a bit worried regarding which style he would use. Each was extraordinarily different from each other. So, Von decided to be the defensive one and simply raised her lightsaber before her, the tip pointing up and towards Loogo.

 

[Just Matt Now]

Adaptation. Something Loogo had employed in his personal fighting style time and time again. As Von threw her weapon vertically in the air, Loogo saw, and took, the opportunity. Watching her saber, and slowing his advance, the Master Attendant reached out with the Force. Both Loogo and Von had been taught Telekata at the same time by Jedi Kendra, and the Sluissi had used it ever since. Grabbing the rifle and aiming the barrel directly downwards, Loogo used Telekinesis to squeeze the trigger. Rubber bullets showered down with great force combined with gravity. Using Telekinesis to jiggle the rifle a bit, Loogo tried focusing what he could spend to follow any movement that Von would make, and getting different angles to try and hit her from any position.

Continuing his advance once more, the Sluissi threw the rifle away from the fight miliseconds before he attacked Von with the disc blade. Aiming for her, presumably, preoccupied lightsaber, he attempted to knock the weapon out of Von's hand. Ready and prepared to parry or deflect a counter from Von's saber, he was confident that there would be little chance for that. His advance pushing close into her, giving a lightsaber swing less room. With his massive tail, Loogo kept pushing forward, even if he were to topple Von over herself.

Assessing his attack, he was ready for a martial attack form either her fists or legs. Preparing for either, he understood Von's cybernetic enhanced strength.

 

[TheLastLine]

Waiting, Bora dwelt upon the scene. How odd that they be using these exotic weapons that were so un-natural to them both. Juno had raised a good, yet subtle point ,however, for the Jedi need not flaunt their lightsabers as they travel the Galaxy, that is one way to draw unwanted attention. Bora's saber was seldom used.

He looked at his opponent and could feel the confidence within him, he was not moved or confused by the fluctuation of Bora's force levels, good, he had misunderstood. At no point did Bora believe that Lucien would not attack on the basis of uncertainty, especially in this sparring situation; he did expect, however, that this manipulation would hide his strength in the force. That was not to last, for as Lucien came charging behind his flung saber, Bora swung into action. Taking his left hand off of the hammer he used the force to effortlessly throw the saber back towards Lucien at a ferocious speed, at first that it was aimed to strike Lucien's saber, but flew over his shoulder instead.

Luciens attacks were easily repelled, for Bora had increased his physical attributes exponentially to parry his attacks with the staff of his hammer. Jumping back before the feet can connect. Bora lets go of the hammer and then using significant will he starts to make it rotates circularly at a speed, where it becomes a shield protecting him frontally from head to toe.

His mind however had not stopped concentrating on the saber, to which he attempts to pull back, to utilize himself and to disarm his opponent from one more weapon to which he can attack him with, while he attempts to do that he pushed his spinning warhammer forward towards Lucien in order to make him retreat or find a way around from it.