The five bladed salute (mrun and Knight)

[Will]

''More control.'' Hauldus said, floating the orbs back to him. ''Try not to focus all your power on moving them. move one at a time, and chant the code through your head as you do it.'' He grabbed the spheres, holding them palms up.

 

[Imperator]

This time Turinfocused his mind more by chanting the code in his head. Then he once more lifted up the orb in the trainer's right hand with seemingly no change in his body posture. This time though the orb did not propel itself off at high speed but moved more slowly as though levitating away. Then when it was abot a meter and half from the trainier it stopped midair and the orb in the trainer's left hand rose up and moved a meter and a half towards Turin.

 

[Will]

Hauldus nodded, and brought them back to him. ''From now on, until you are Katyen, all manual actions save fighting are to be done through the force. Now.'' Hauldus lifted out the dummy and a metal shortsword. ''I've told you're experienced in this part, but still... Show me the kill spots, where one cut or stab will kill.'' Hauldus handed him the blade.

 

[Imperator]

Turin grasped the sword in his right hand. "This should be easy," he said outloud. He then used the sword to point at the neck just to the side of the adam's apple, the forehead, the neck just below the chin, the heart, the trachea just above the heart, a kidney, a wrist, and the inside of the thigh. "Is that enough examples," Turin asked a grin tugging at the edes of his mouth.

 

[Will]

''Very good. Now. Take this blade, and 'assassinate' the dummy in each of those places. If you hear a claxon, you have been caught, and must start again. Go.'' The dummy began to beep slowly.

 

[Imperator]

Turin rapidly approached the dummy and immediatly stabbed through the head of the dummy, he then pulled out the blade and slashed across the throat, next he turned the blade and bought it back to stab into the base of the neck. He once more pulled it out and stabbed the lungs, the heart, and the kidneys all in quick sucesion. He finished off with several quick slashes on the inside of the thighs and wrists.

 

[Will]

''Well done! All without the dummy noticing! Well, you seem to have that to aplomb. We must therefore move to stealth. Follow me.'' Hauldus swept the chalk in his path aside, so he would still walk on black. Turin would still walk on white chalk, however.

 

[Imperator]

Turin simply shrugged and followed cosely behind and just to the right of Hauldus.

 

[Will]

They entered the room of shadow, and Hauldus handed him the paintbrush. ''Hit all five enemies hiding in this room without being hit yourself.'' Hauldus drew a circle, and sat in it. ''Go'' He told him, closing his eyes.

 

[Imperator]

Turin took the paintbrush in his hands and closed his eyes reaching out with the force. He began to chant the code in his mind to help focus his thoughts. He began to feel the force once more, it flowed around him, though him, and through his targets. In a split second he was before his first target and made a diagonal mark across it with the paintbrush. He did not halt for a second though and moved on towards his next target hitting it in the blink of an eye. Turin kept up his momentum as he moved to the side and right towards his third target which he dispatched with a series of short cuts across it. The next target was dispatched with a vertical cut going through most of it. The final target was taken down by Turin stabbing it dead center. Turin then opened his eyes, and breathing hard turned towards the trainer.

 

[Will]

He may be poor with the force, but he is a master of the blade. He thought to himself. ''Follow me'' He ordered to the nameless. He led him onto the forge, with its dark grey floor.

 

[Imperator]

Turin followed behind his trainer wondering what exactly the forge was. He hoped he got to make a new weapon since although his current one was cool he thought a new one would be cool.

 

[Will]

''Here, you will forge your ritual blade, in the ritual known as the Tanren. It is our second most important ritual'' He walked over to the desk, and placed his own blade, and the datapad onto the table, projecting the symbol Turin had made through the force. He pointed to the base of the blade, showing a symbol of swirling lines. ''That must be placed on. Some also choose to enscribe the code. I did so on the sheath.'' He then indicated the blocks of metal above the desk, each with a label. ''Each metal is different, and you must alloy it with the metal over there to make your weapon force receptive.'' He then pointed to the leathers, the gems and the tools. ''The blade is yours, and must be forged in your own blood. When it is being heated and cooled, you must drip blood onto it, whilst chanting the code. I will be here for any questions.'' Hauldus stood back, watching for what metal he would choose...

 

[Imperator]

Turin decided to use his new found force abilities again along with some of the lore about jedi he had heard. He had heard that jedi knew which crystals to use in their saber by feeling it through the force, he would try and fell through the force to see which metals and gems called to him. He then closed his eyes and focused as feeling with the force to try and see what it would have him use. At first he did not feel it, but gradually it began to come to him. He did not know the name of the metal nor did he know what to call the gem, but he knew which ones to use. He opened his eyes and walked over to the metals were he picked out a dark metal, it was very light but Turin felt a strength within for some reason. His metal chosen Turin looked over his shoulder at the trainer and asked, "What should I use for a mold?"

 

[Will]

''The mould is crafted yourself. Sketch the design into theis ceramic.'' Hauldus handed him two blacks of black ceramic, and some chalk. He watched, wondering what the nameless would sketch.

 

[Imperator]

Turin took the ceramic and began to sketch his blade into it. It took only a few minutes for him to finish the mold and once he did he was able to look at it and see sleek vicious looking blade already despite it being nothing more than a trace really.

 

[Will]

Hauldus picked up the blocks with the force, and they rotated in a slow circle around his head. He began to peel away at the ceramic slices, leaving the imprint, ready for the forging. He set them down, and pointed to the furnace. ''Now, to alloy the metals. Take the one you have chosen, and that block of the metal there. Melt them together. As you do, open a vein, and let blood flow into this bowl, as you chant the code. Then pour it in. Do not fill the bowl. Up to the stain will suffice.'' Hauldus pointed to a brown ring in the bowl, a testament of the other forgings.

 

[Imperator]

Turin took his selected metal and the metal indicated over to the furnace and began to smelt them together. For some reason as he was smelting he began to think of a metal that he had once heard of called mandalorian iron, he also remembered that it was known for being folded many times to increase it's strength. For a second he wondered if his chosen metal was mandalorian iron. He also wondered if he could perform that same technique. Then with renewed vigor he began to attempt it.

Turin heated the metal together, and then he cut open a vein allowing his blood to flow free for a second into the bowl. Turin was completely enthralled with what he was doing and paid no heed to the trainer watching him. Then once the blood was in with the alloyed metal he let it cool for a second before trying to form it, fold it, and heat it again. He did this a few more times before he felt that it was sufficiently folded. Finally Turin, without even realizing it, grabbed a gem and molded it into his blade. With one final cooling Turin was finished.

 

[Will]

Hauldus nodded. He took out a vial of his own blood, and opened it, pouring it intot he liquid mixture before the first folding. Once it was cooled, he picked it up with the force, and used the force to create lightning with it, pointing it at the blade. This was the strengthening. He placed it down, all dirt removed. ''Now, you need to bind the handle with a material. Go.'' He ordered, pointing to the leathers, fabrics and threads.

 

[Imperator]

Turin moved over to the materials he would use for his handle with clearly less enthusiasm and vigor than he had when he had constructed his blade. As he worked with the leathers and materials his movements maintained an extreme level of precision slowing making the handle take shape. When he was near finished it had taken on it's main shape. The handle itself was obsidian black while it was highlighted with a dark blue and had dark blue strings wrapped tightly around it to allow for increased grip. All he needed to do to finish was bind it with his blade.