Still Coping with a Loss(Jayce Anzel Training)

[Dorian T'Pel]

After about an hour of focusing heavily on concentrating each precise attack he had to begin to relay mainly on the force. But, in the end he was very tired. His left arm, and the hand that was attached to it felt slightly worn out, he hadn't practiced his form for quite some time. Thus, this was very good on him, "Yes master nine p.m.." He replied briskly deactivating his own lightsaber before clipping it to his belt.

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Jayce tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable, but he could not. The fight with his old master kept rewinding and playing over again. Then he was trapped in the jungle, he looked towards the sky in time to see the fireworks from a far away explosion. Then he stabbed his lightsaber through a tree out of anger, and watched it catch fire then topple to the ground...The dream started over again sweat pouring down his features with each replay of the events that unfolded in his head. This dream...It was a common occurance since his departure from the order, from the world in which he was trapped.

 

[DhehKappa]

Day on Bastooine had risen up at least two hours ago already. Samueel stood on the same room the session of the day before had taken place. This was the room he always used, after all. He had rested well since yesterday, despite the strain he had put on his body. In a few minutes, the clocks would reach 9pm. He hoped Jayce would arrive on time.

 

[Dorian T'Pel]

(OOC: Sorry I keep thinking I posted and closing the window)

Jayce entered just as the clocks said a minute before nine. He seen his master sitting there, Jayce clearly however looked tired. He did sleep, but it was mainly tossing and turning dreams of the betrayal had cursed him. Quietly he looked towards the other in the room, and closed his eyes as his robes fell from his body. "Sorry I should have been here sooner..." He said under his breath though it was still audible.

He reopened his eyes, "I desire to tell you something.." He took a deep long winded breath then began. Perhaps if he spoke about what had happened then his nightmares would leave him. "Many years ago I was apprenticed by a Margo Eliti, a jedi knight who though wasn't all that in tuned with his inner self. Took me as his apprentice, he was head strong, and slowly over time I began to be the same way as he. He was strong in the force, very strong."

"He began to tell me that the Jedi were holding him back from his true power. He wanted me to see what he saw, and I did at first. But, he started to become wreckless putting us in unnecessary danger on multiple occasions. Often he would argue with the council before a mission saying that our mandate should be something different."

"During our trip to Naboo to settle a trade dispute, we got into an argument. I tried to ask him why he was always at odds with the council, to which he replied that the council didn't see the true light. He didn't lash out at me until I tried explaining that the council only was trying to show what was the best for him...For us." He took a deep breath then continued.

"He lashed out at me with his weapon leaving the controls of the ship. I barely managed to bring my own weapon up to defend myself. Our fight ensued throughout the ship he damaged the controls. We started to go down towards the planet system of Dagobah. I managed to seal myself inside the bridge long enough to regain control and land the ship in a small clearing in the swamp."

"That was when he broke through the doors, and our fight continued. We continued to fight until we left the ship. He was entirely too much for me, and managed to overpower me cutting my leg. I watched him as he debated whether to kill me. He was angry, but found that he couldn't bring himself to do it obviously because I'm standing right here reciting this."

"He boarded the ship and started the engines, but the ship was damaged from the battle. Namely the controls, and that was what caused him to lose control I'm certain. I watched the explosion from the surface through the trees."

"I lashed out against the trees in anger. Eventually I calmed myself by finding my center, and after two long years a passing Jedi ship found me and returned me to the temple. The council tried to comfort me, but nothing seemed to work. They never tried to find me a new master, because I never gave them the chance. I was afraid of being betrayed again, so I would ignore their attempts. After a while I began to see that in reality there is no light or dark, only how people use it."

"I left the temple behind and decided to walk the path of neither light or dark. This lasted for a while until I crash landed on Bastooine. A passing medic found me barely alive, and saved my life. During my stay here I found out about this place. I wanted to belong to something, but have no desire to join the jedi. So I came here..."

His voice trailed off, as his eyes fell closed. He sat down crossing his legs, and hoped that finally speaking of it would help him. For several minutes he sat in silence eventually finding his center, and removing the anger that he felt. It was still there, but it wasn't as great now that he had finally spoke of his misfortune. Then he finally broke that silence, "I hope my master, that this helps you understand me better. And, hope you know that I will do everything I can to not fail you.."

(OOC: Going to update the profile later. Sorry its so long too ^^)

 

[DhehKappa]

OOC: Nice post, but the Bogan are not that well known, specially amongst the Crimson Knights. Even Samueel doesn't know about them. Edit that part, please.

Samueel looked back, his hands behind his back as he stood sensing the exterior of the window into the vast horizon, and faced Jayce as he spoke and opened himself to Samueel; however, Jayce's former Master didn't ring a bell on Samueel's memory. The Miraluka was nevertheless glad that the Initiate in his care finnaly felt comfortable enough to tell his story, and felt that he himself could share a bit of himself so that his apprentice could better understand him in order to create a greater bond.

"I am very glad you feel comfortable enough to share your past with me, Jayce. I will be at least kind enough to return your own kindness." Samueel shifted and took a few steps closer to Jayce. "When I was eleven years old, a member of the Jedi Order -- a Knight whose name needn't be said -- took me in as Padawan. He taught me pretty much the basis of what would help me be what I am now. We were very close, but with the years I began to feel a change in him, as though he was slowly becoming more and more distant."

"When we went on a particular quest for my Master to retrieve an item of interest to the man from the watchful monks of a Mid Rim rogue moon, I realized that my Master had in fact walked into a Jedi hideout and killed plenty of them on the inside. I tried to stop him, and in combat, he bested me for the price of my right forearm. In the end, taking advantage of his blindness for power, I revoked his right to live; my Master was no more."

"I got out of the planet, and ceased my activities within the Order, eventually getting out of the Jedi Temple. A couple years later I met with Musari, the now King of the Crimson Knights. I helped him taking the first steps and offered my services to him, though I myself was still inexperienced, to a degree. Currently, I'm an Harbringer, what the Jedi would call a Knight. So there it is, my life in a nutshell."

He lay an hand on Jayce's shoulder, with a comfortable smile on his lips. "So, are you ready to proceed, young one?"