Fallon Dio's Training

[Kit]

It was on Dantooine that it was to begin, it seemed. What on some days he imagined to be a day of great circumstance, of splendour. Like an important birthday, it came and seemed no different. He didn't feel very different.

Fallon Dio had lived on many different planets - his birth world, a planet he had never learnt the name of a precaution that was sometimes taken with Jedi taken from family before they developed memories of them, he'd lived on Coruscant, before it fell to the Sith. Hoth, before it was attacked by the Sith, then on the Station. Very recently, he'd been instructed to come here.

His training was to being properly. Of course he'd been trained a little. He knew how to sense the force, and the very very basics, how to swing a lightsaber around without hurting anyone. He knew the code. Just like any other hopeful becoming a Padawan.

He had woken up early. Very early. His dream had been disturbed again, something dark kept interrupting. It didn't bother him, but he wasn't pleased about missing sleep. Especially not today.

He had been sat in the room he had been told to attend for about an hour now, (or was it two?) balancing a small green stone on the point of one finger. He kept it in place using the force the only way he could - a basic form of manipulation. He liked this rock, it seemed to glow from within when he held it.

He flicked the rock off of his finger, allowing it to drop onto the point of the next. It wobbled, then he managed to get it to balance again.

He thought he heard footsteps outside, and he dropped the stone into his palm. It wouldn't be a very good first impression to be playing with a rock. On the other hand, would it be a good first impression to be sat doing nothing?

No-one came into the room. His conundrum averted, he returned to balancing the rock, and flicking it from fingertip to fingertip, slowly getting faster and faster.

 

[Ser Gregor]

The small polished stone flew from the pupil's finger, ripping through the air until it rested in Dusan's palm. "Fallon Dio." He said, a statement more than a question. "I am Master Dusan, your teacher." He added, moving over to the apprentice and placing the stone into the student's hand. "I see you know the ways of the force to a degree already, that's always comforting."

Waving his hands, two chairs flew from an alcove and rested on the floor between them. "Sit." He said, motioning to the chair oposite to his, which he now himself sat in. "I have read over your file." He said, his hands rested on the arm rests. "But it is sparce, first and formost I need to know who my students are."

 

[Kit]

Shocked more by the words, than the stone being ripped away from him, he was too preoccupied with wondering how the other man had gotten into the room to react.

He quickly regained his composure and nodded in response to the man's words. He managed to smile as Dusan named himself, and nodded once more, as he was told to sit.

He sat, as directed in the empty chair, and waited for the question that didn't come. Clearly, he was meant to fill in the teacher, though, frankly there wasn't much to tell...

"Well... I don't know who my family are, or where they are. The Jedi found me far too young for me to remember. So yeah... I don't know how long it was, but I lived in the Temple on Coruscant, then, when it fell to the Sith, I was moved to Hoth. Then, when it was attacked, to the Station. Then, when I was called to, I came here..."

What else there was to say, he didn't know. His life story wasn't exactly compelling.

"Anything else you wanted to know?"

Then he realized he'd erred.

"Oh, I forgot! Master..."

He grinned slightly, realizing he'd probably made a sizable mistake. Most of the teachers he'd had had been informal, and he'd gotten far too used to it...

 

[Ser Gregor]

"I see." Dusan muttered as he listened to Fallon. He was the typical padawan, it seemed. He smirked at Fallon's slip. And was about to reboke him when he corrected himself. "Well, it seems I have a promosing pupil." He said, resting his chin on his hand.

"I might as well get this part over with, but state the Jedi Code, and what you know of the force."

 

[Kit]

This was, Fallon assumed, the easy part of the training, the knowledge. Then came the more strenuous aspects of training, apparently. A sensible order; ensuring that every padawan was reponsible, before they came into any real power.

Very shrewd... He began to recite the code, with a satisfied smile that came from knowing what he was talking about.

"There is no emotion; there is peace
There is no ignorance; there is knowledge
There is no passion; there is serenity
There is no death; there is the force."

He then paused, attempting to dredge up what he actually knew of the force, instead of what he'd been taught.

"Well... in the sense of what it is, the force is, well, it's hard to say. No-one really knows, and it's different for everyone, more or less... Though, most would probably agree that it's a sentient being, that pervades everything. It's everywhere, and can do just about anything... And, in the sense of what I know of the force, as you saw, and I can just about move things."

He grinned, pleased with his success, then realised he'd forgotten again.

"Crap! Sorry... Master!"

He grinned rather sheepishly, and seemed to begin to blush a little. It was bad enough the first time, but that was twice now...

 

[Ser Gregor]

Dusan laughed. "Watch your mouth. If you cannot even control that, then how can you hope to control your emotions?" Dusan asked as he thought of what to do next. "Have you trained in the philosophies of the Jedi? Or the martial ways? Tell me what experience you have in these fields."

 

[Kit]

"I've trained as much in the Jedi Philosophy as any other padawan, I suppose. Though I have trained a little more in the more physical aspects of the Jedi. Probably because of the whole exile, and war with the Sith thing..."

Fallon gave a quick smile and nod before he continued,

"Master."

Perhaps his happiness at managing to remember was a little much, but it was evidence of progression on his part. Success!

 

[Ser Gregor]

(((SHIT! I completely forgot about this! SO SORRY KUPO!)))

Dusan's face was blank as he stared past Fallon, thinking about his pupil's progression. "Alright." He muttered, studying the high windows of the room, bright light washing over them. "A Jedi must be mindful of the nature of the force, be commanding of the force, and be strong of body. But always, one is more competent in one field. What do you see yourself doing in the Jedi?" Dusan asked, his face becoming a little more animated as he watched his pupil.

 

[Kit]

((Heh, ditto... Sorry for taking so long in return...))

Fallon listened, but was slightly distracted by his master's gaze. He quickly looked over his shoulder, trying to see what Master Marduk was seeing. He couldn't.

He turned a little, to better look, just in time for his master's gaze to fall upon him, and ask him a direct question. A little embarrased, he spun around, and rushed to answer, to make up for his apparent lack of attention.

"Um... Honestly, I think the force. The, uh, the command of it, like you said. I mean, I can wield a training lightsaber, and I'm not stupid. I know what the force is... sort of. But, I think that my real strength lies in the force. Wielding it, I mean..."

Fallon was worried. His tirade of words meant that his master couldn't berate him instantly. Perhaps he wouldn't at all. He mentally crossed his fingers, as it hadn't really been his fault. Kinda...

 

[Ser Gregor]

Dusan listened to Falon with another blank look, amazing how many of those he had. When Falon had finished, Dusan sat there for a long moment, before bursting out in laughter. A deep, throaty laugh that bounced around the room, before settling down into the background. "Yes, very well then. That is best, for I am not one for philosophical debates." Dusan returned, thinking for a moment on what he should focus on. "So, you wish to follow the path of the Sentinel, then. To mediate between the might of the Guardian and the knowledge of the Seer? That is not an easy task, young padawan."

Getting up from his seat, he made his way to the side of the room, where a large arena like area was. It was ordained with practice lightsabers and pistols. "Take a practice blade." Dusan said, before removing his own saber from his sash, igniting it, a great blade of red ignited, humming softly in the hushed room. "And attack me."

 

[Kit]

"Nothing worthwhile is ever easy, Master." Fallon replied quickly, with a slightly smug smile on his face.

Following Dusan, Fallon had an inkling of what was going to happen as soon as he saw the weapons on the walls. Of an arena. He was slightly anxious, but not afraid. Fear was an emotion that could not be allowed. It certainly wasn't conducive to peace.

He walked over to the racks of practice lightsabers, and took one at random, just to the right of the center of the row. He turned, and ignited it. An orange blade sprang to life from the silver hilt. He flourished it a little, to get the feel for the blade, and then held it parallel to his body.

He sprinted towards his master, stopping around a foot away, before bringing the streak of orange light up over his head, and across his body from right to left, towards his masters waist.

 

[Ser Gregor]

Dusan's blade shot out to deflect the Falon's blade, before swinging around and making contact with it again. His careful steps led Falon around the room, yet he did not strike. His blade never extended past his shoulders, and he moved his blade in tight, accurate sweeps against his body. "Good! You're skilled." He said, as he ducked lightly and went on the offensive.

A large sweeping motion of his blade was met with Dusan catapulting up into the air, his blade whirling to attack Falon from above. When he landed on the other side of his padawan, his blade shot out to sweep low on the ground, aimed at his legs.

 

[Kit]

Fallon was taken aback a little, the leap over him startling him a little. Luckily, he recovered in time to throw himself forwards, under the scything blade of his master. His forwards roll taking him under the blade, and rolling away from the next attack.

As he finished the roll, he spun on the spot to face his Dusan again.

Pulling his blade back, he immediately thrust it forwards again, stepping as he did so, in a sort of piercing lunge. He then withdrew it a little, before launching a pair of diagonal slashes in a wide figure of eight.

Then, he took another step backwards, hoping to give himself some time before the inevitable counter-attack.

 

[Ser Gregor]

Dusan smiled as he fought with Fallon, enjoying the duel. His blade was aggressive, and often he would leap away from Fallon, forcing the padawan to chase Dusan around the room. The mix of hit and run tactics drew Fallon to the wall. His blade shot out and locked with Fallon's. "Impressive." Dusan chimed, before turning off his saber and flipped deftly over Fallon, landing directly behind him, the unlit blade pressed against his back. "But still sloppy." He added, placing his hand on Fallon's shoulder and gently pushing him forward.

He placed his saber back on his robe's belt, and folded his arms, resembling a stoic monk. "You have shown your skill with the blade, padawan. Indeed, I haven't seen a padawan with your skill in many years. But you fall into an emotional state when you fight. We will have to work on that."