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Path of the Jedi Part 1: Yavin Training School
Clang! Clash! Clash! "You're getting better Amourian! You will be a Padawan soon enough!" Blade, the Jedi trainer said, as he and Amourian finished their afternoon lightsaber class. Amourian was a fifteen year old Jedi in training, and has been training since the age of seven. He was a pretty good student and his only problem was his uncontrollable aggression. With heavy breathing Amourian responded, "But I.I need to.be good enough.now!" He unsheathed his lightsaber and got into a fighting stance. "Let's go again!" The trainer, who was walking toward the showers, stopped and turned around.
"Do you think you can go again?" he asked, drawing his lightsaber as well. "You've been putting in a lot of effort since the Jedi have announced there coming to pick Padawans." Amourian rushed forward and slashed down, narrowly missing the agile Jedi trainer. "You're leaving yourself open Amourian, focus with the force!" He said, parrying the volleys from Amourian. "The intent is to disarm me, not kill me!" the trainer said, getting behind Amourian and hitting him in the back with the back of the lightsaber. Amourian fell to the ground, out of breath.
"Get some rest; we have force classes in an hour!" He said, helping Amourian up to his feet. Yay! Force classes! Amourian thought. Force classes where his favorite class. He went to his room and found his roommate, Menyra. She was a fifteen year old, born and raised on Yavin 4. She was sitting in a chair, pulling a book to her and Amourian broke her concentration. "Amourian! Damn it! Oh well.so what's up?" He walked toward and fell onto his bed across the room as he said "I just got my ass kicked by Jath again" He raised his arm and the book flew to him with ease.
"What are you reading?" He opened the book, and a holo-projector produced a schematic of a lightsaber. "I wanted to learn what makes up a lightsaber." He sent the book back over to Menyra and said, "Can you believe the Jedi will be here in a week to pick their Padawans?" She laughed under her breath and stood up. "What makes you think your gonna get picked, hothead?" This being her name for him with his out of control temper. "Consider this, Amourian; there are 30 students ready to become Padawans and only 15 Jedi to take them. There is a fifty-fifty chance of being picked, and face it, you might have exceptional force abilities, but your temper sets you back."
"Yeah, well Yoda says I can use my anger as a tool, to extend my abilities in the force, but only if I can keep it under control." She smiled with a look of doubt, and said "Good luck with that, Amourian. Right now though, we have force practice. Let's go, before were late." They walked down to the force room, only to see they were late. "Thank you for joining us, Mr. Frost, and Mrs. Isi. For this interruption, why doesn't one of you show us how far you can push the block?" Amourian hated to be singled out, but stepped forward none the less; he knew Menyra wasn't very good at pushing or pulling objects with the force.
"Watch class as Amourian pushes the block using the force." There was a long pause before the teacher added "Anytime you're ready Mr. Frost." Anger swelled up inside Amourian as he concentrated and sent the rock flying past the edge of the path, and into the wall about thirty feet away, breaking it instantly. "Happy?" Amourian asked as he stepped back into the class. "Good Amourian, but you're too angry. You need to calm down when using the force." "Yes master." Amourian said through his teeth. He continued to lecture to the class on using the force correctly.
When class was over, Menyra caught up with Amourian. "Since when did you become that strong?" She asked him. "I've always been this strong; I just usually don't show off, it's not me." He said with a laugh as they got to their room. "I have to get some sleep before the next classes, so ill see you later." Amourian said as he walked into his room and went to sleep.
Path of the Jedi Part 1: Yavin Training School
Clang! Clash! Clash! "You're getting better Amourian! You will be a Padawan soon enough!" Blade, the Jedi trainer said, as he and Amourian finished their afternoon lightsaber class. Amourian was a fifteen year old Jedi in training, and has been training since the age of seven. He was a pretty good student and his only problem was his uncontrollable aggression. With heavy breathing Amourian responded, "But I.I need to.be good enough.now!" He unsheathed his lightsaber and got into a fighting stance. "Let's go again!" The trainer, who was walking toward the showers, stopped and turned around.
"Do you think you can go again?" he asked, drawing his lightsaber as well. "You've been putting in a lot of effort since the Jedi have announced there coming to pick Padawans." Amourian rushed forward and slashed down, narrowly missing the agile Jedi trainer. "You're leaving yourself open Amourian, focus with the force!" He said, parrying the volleys from Amourian. "The intent is to disarm me, not kill me!" the trainer said, getting behind Amourian and hitting him in the back with the back of the lightsaber. Amourian fell to the ground, out of breath.
"Get some rest; we have force classes in an hour!" He said, helping Amourian up to his feet. Yay! Force classes! Amourian thought. Force classes where his favorite class. He went to his room and found his roommate, Menyra. She was a fifteen year old, born and raised on Yavin 4. She was sitting in a chair, pulling a book to her and Amourian broke her concentration. "Amourian! Damn it! Oh well.so what's up?" He walked toward and fell onto his bed across the room as he said "I just got my ass kicked by Jath again" He raised his arm and the book flew to him with ease.
"What are you reading?" He opened the book, and a holo-projector produced a schematic of a lightsaber. "I wanted to learn what makes up a lightsaber." He sent the book back over to Menyra and said, "Can you believe the Jedi will be here in a week to pick their Padawans?" She laughed under her breath and stood up. "What makes you think your gonna get picked, hothead?" This being her name for him with his out of control temper. "Consider this, Amourian; there are 30 students ready to become Padawans and only 15 Jedi to take them. There is a fifty-fifty chance of being picked, and face it, you might have exceptional force abilities, but your temper sets you back."
"Yeah, well Yoda says I can use my anger as a tool, to extend my abilities in the force, but only if I can keep it under control." She smiled with a look of doubt, and said "Good luck with that, Amourian. Right now though, we have force practice. Let's go, before were late." They walked down to the force room, only to see they were late. "Thank you for joining us, Mr. Frost, and Mrs. Isi. For this interruption, why doesn't one of you show us how far you can push the block?" Amourian hated to be singled out, but stepped forward none the less; he knew Menyra wasn't very good at pushing or pulling objects with the force.
"Watch class as Amourian pushes the block using the force." There was a long pause before the teacher added "Anytime you're ready Mr. Frost." Anger swelled up inside Amourian as he concentrated and sent the rock flying past the edge of the path, and into the wall about thirty feet away, breaking it instantly. "Happy?" Amourian asked as he stepped back into the class. "Good Amourian, but you're too angry. You need to calm down when using the force." "Yes master." Amourian said through his teeth. He continued to lecture to the class on using the force correctly.
When class was over, Menyra caught up with Amourian. "Since when did you become that strong?" She asked him. "I've always been this strong; I just usually don't show off, it's not me." He said with a laugh as they got to their room. "I have to get some sleep before the next classes, so ill see you later." Amourian said as he walked into his room and went to sleep.