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Dark Jedi in the Pit
Apr. 23rd, 2020 08:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dark_lady_sarissThe Viper’s Pit had proven something of a surprise to her. The sheer variety of activities available was honestly astonishing, and she had not seen much in her life that could possibly qualify as that. Her life since arriving in the Nexus, however, had been one astonishment after another. The library had been first and foremost among them. But, for the moment, what she was most pleased to see was the variety of practice she could obtain relatively easily.
Because above all, she needed to know who she was here. She didn’t know, with certainty, what her limits were here – or if she had…lost anything, in coming to the Nexus. There were some deep fears about that, buried down deep. So far she had not found anything – but that could change. This place could also teach her new things, new ways of combat and disciplines. She prized knowledge above all things, and the practical benefits aside from that made this place a high priority.
She had come here to do two things: to practice her powers in the Force – the less…active ones, at any rate – and to train with weaponry. Ah oh, did the Pit have a delightful array to choose from. Oh yes, there was much to learn.
Scenario 1: She was seated cross-legged in the middle of the arena behind the building, eyes shut, hands on her knees. If it were not for the slight prickling in the air that some – those attuned to such things – would feel near her, it would look like meditation. But what comes next certainly does not. Heavy iron balls, five of them, are arrayed around her. One slowly lifts into the air, doing a slow and steady orbit around her. With each orbit, one more rises and joins in. Finally, she herself rises just a little bit into the air.
Oh yes, she thinks, with a deep satisfaction. She is, in this place, still whole.
Scenario 2: The lightsaber is still strapped firmly to her side, but racks of weapons are arrayed before her. She has enough experience with swords, as it stands – and from universe to universe, they are curiously consistent, aren’t they? An oddity, really, but perhaps it is just so natural a form of weapon that it occurs throughout the multiverse.
She has tried several weapons so far and is just putting back a tonfa on a rack. A badly abused training dummy attests to the fact that she has been at this for some time. She slowly walks past some different halberds, trailing a gloved hand over them. But after careful consideration, she takes an elegant naginata instead, stepping back into the arena.
The moves come slowly at first, but her speed increases as she comes to understand the weapon’s balance. Her speed keeps increasing, until she is moving far more quickly than a human is normally likely to manage. With a final, primal yell, she thrusts the weapon forward, directly into the chest of the dummy. She pauses, satisfied, brushing back a strand of loose hair.
Regardless of when she is found, her words are clearly heard: “Very well. Now, what next?”
Because above all, she needed to know who she was here. She didn’t know, with certainty, what her limits were here – or if she had…lost anything, in coming to the Nexus. There were some deep fears about that, buried down deep. So far she had not found anything – but that could change. This place could also teach her new things, new ways of combat and disciplines. She prized knowledge above all things, and the practical benefits aside from that made this place a high priority.
She had come here to do two things: to practice her powers in the Force – the less…active ones, at any rate – and to train with weaponry. Ah oh, did the Pit have a delightful array to choose from. Oh yes, there was much to learn.
Scenario 1: She was seated cross-legged in the middle of the arena behind the building, eyes shut, hands on her knees. If it were not for the slight prickling in the air that some – those attuned to such things – would feel near her, it would look like meditation. But what comes next certainly does not. Heavy iron balls, five of them, are arrayed around her. One slowly lifts into the air, doing a slow and steady orbit around her. With each orbit, one more rises and joins in. Finally, she herself rises just a little bit into the air.
Oh yes, she thinks, with a deep satisfaction. She is, in this place, still whole.
Scenario 2: The lightsaber is still strapped firmly to her side, but racks of weapons are arrayed before her. She has enough experience with swords, as it stands – and from universe to universe, they are curiously consistent, aren’t they? An oddity, really, but perhaps it is just so natural a form of weapon that it occurs throughout the multiverse.
She has tried several weapons so far and is just putting back a tonfa on a rack. A badly abused training dummy attests to the fact that she has been at this for some time. She slowly walks past some different halberds, trailing a gloved hand over them. But after careful consideration, she takes an elegant naginata instead, stepping back into the arena.
The moves come slowly at first, but her speed increases as she comes to understand the weapon’s balance. Her speed keeps increasing, until she is moving far more quickly than a human is normally likely to manage. With a final, primal yell, she thrusts the weapon forward, directly into the chest of the dummy. She pauses, satisfied, brushing back a strand of loose hair.
Regardless of when she is found, her words are clearly heard: “Very well. Now, what next?”
