“In close-quarter fighting, Billaba’s emphasis was always on Form III, which you favour to a ridiculous degree.”
― The Grand Inquisitor, to Kanan Jarrus
After the heat of Klatooine, it was the humidity as opposed to the temperature of the jungle world Ajan Kloss that Fiach found most challenging. It also took her a while to get used to a short horizon. Other than buildings, at home your eye was drawn to a point many kilometres away. Nowhere on this lush moon was this the case. Initially it made her feel claustrophobic – but the longer she remained here, the less the feeling was prevalent.
And she’d also taken time to adjust to life here at the Order’s temple. She was used to her home and her parents. Customers at their repair shop dealt with her, but rarely more than once. Here, she was part of a much larger network of Padawans and Knights that regularly interacted. Fiach was not a social animal and found much of what others seemed to deal with naturally was not second nature to her. But she was fond of rules and so built up a mental databank of appropriate responses in social situations.
Fortunately, a lot of training was done one-on-one, either with her Master or a Knight that would develop her knowledge and skill-base. Although her Master could cover all of the requirements of a Padawan’s training, sometimes she was on a mission or it was decided that learning from another would shed light on a discipline from a fresh angle. And given Fiach was a sponge and looked to fill every waking moment with learning, she was eager to take up any offer that came along.
She’d completed her morning run through the jungle – she seemed to exist on less sleep than most – and had a quick breakfast. She saw meals as energy and nourishment alone – fuel for her body – so never skipped them but saw them as purely functional. So she’d had a protein and slow-release energy drink, ready for her morning’s lesson.
Byron Alduun was a Jedi Knight who had agreed to show her the third form, Soresu. The other Padawans had suggested he was fluent with all forms with the lightsaber and was an excellent teacher. She’d observed a training session and noted his tendency to press (which seemed at odds to Fiach, given his usual demeanour) and thought that to learn defence against someone with this duelling preference would offer her the best schooling.
So, she waited at the arranged spot, a few minutes early, and performed her ritual cadences, as much to use the time as to warm up as Fiach hated to waste time and would always look to do something useful when in a queue or waiting – often astrological calculations or even meditation.
@Turtleneck
― The Grand Inquisitor, to Kanan Jarrus
After the heat of Klatooine, it was the humidity as opposed to the temperature of the jungle world Ajan Kloss that Fiach found most challenging. It also took her a while to get used to a short horizon. Other than buildings, at home your eye was drawn to a point many kilometres away. Nowhere on this lush moon was this the case. Initially it made her feel claustrophobic – but the longer she remained here, the less the feeling was prevalent.
And she’d also taken time to adjust to life here at the Order’s temple. She was used to her home and her parents. Customers at their repair shop dealt with her, but rarely more than once. Here, she was part of a much larger network of Padawans and Knights that regularly interacted. Fiach was not a social animal and found much of what others seemed to deal with naturally was not second nature to her. But she was fond of rules and so built up a mental databank of appropriate responses in social situations.
Fortunately, a lot of training was done one-on-one, either with her Master or a Knight that would develop her knowledge and skill-base. Although her Master could cover all of the requirements of a Padawan’s training, sometimes she was on a mission or it was decided that learning from another would shed light on a discipline from a fresh angle. And given Fiach was a sponge and looked to fill every waking moment with learning, she was eager to take up any offer that came along.
She’d completed her morning run through the jungle – she seemed to exist on less sleep than most – and had a quick breakfast. She saw meals as energy and nourishment alone – fuel for her body – so never skipped them but saw them as purely functional. So she’d had a protein and slow-release energy drink, ready for her morning’s lesson.
Byron Alduun was a Jedi Knight who had agreed to show her the third form, Soresu. The other Padawans had suggested he was fluent with all forms with the lightsaber and was an excellent teacher. She’d observed a training session and noted his tendency to press (which seemed at odds to Fiach, given his usual demeanour) and thought that to learn defence against someone with this duelling preference would offer her the best schooling.
So, she waited at the arranged spot, a few minutes early, and performed her ritual cadences, as much to use the time as to warm up as Fiach hated to waste time and would always look to do something useful when in a queue or waiting – often astrological calculations or even meditation.
@Turtleneck
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