Yirrm begins his training

[mercuri0]

Yirrm breathed deeply as he stood in total stillness in the middle of the training arena, almost statuesque. It had been 2 weeks since he had recovered from his previous injuries. He was eager to resume his training, but unfortunately, how master had gone M.I.A. Deep inside, he wishes to go out and search for him, but he does not even know where to start. He managed to convince himself that the time to search for his previous master would present itself when the time is right.

He telekinetically summoned his lightsaber and it floated before him. "I am Calm, I am Disciplined, Mind and Body are one with the Force. I am Jedi." He recited his own mantra and swiftly grabbed his lightsaber from the air, ignited it and slashed the empty spot where his imaginary opponent stood and then quickly deactivated it. He was trying to self-learn a technique his master used known as 'Trakata' but he still could not get it right. He was probably jumping way too many lessons ahead.

He sat down crossed legged and breathed deeply, clearing his mind as he awaits his new master to arrive.

 

[Trakon]

Osman appeared in the room, his blue skin glistening in this room.

"What is your name padawan?"

 

[mercuri0]

Yirrm stood up and faced the Nautalan Jedi master and bowed respectfully. "Yirrm Nib." He replied with a smile.

 

[Trakon]

"Hello Padawan Yirrm. I will be the knight in charge of training you. What brought you to be Jedi?"

 

[mercuri0]

Yirrm smiled, "My mother, she's a Jedi Healer and she brought me here to become one like herself. But I'm no healer thats for sure." He laughed. "As to what made me to become a Jedi" He continued, "Being Half-Miraluka, I half an innate ability to use the force to give me the gift of sight." He paused and pointed at his blindfold. "And I have to learn control over the other powers that comes with being force sensitive. If I don't, it would be like handing over a speeder to one incapable of driving."

 

[Trakon]

Osman smiled, as was rare for him these days. This will be great fun.

"Alright then, follow me, I'll take you to the speeders." Osman turned and started to walk towards the Jedi Hangar.

 

[mercuri0]

Yirrm followed close behind the Jedi master, "You do know I was joking about the speeder thing." He said. "By the way, I can't drive."

 

[Trakon]

"Which is why we are doing it." Osman was still smiling. He could sense Yirrm's nervousness. But that wasn't the point of this training.

"Yirrm, try to calm yourself. Allow the Force to run through you. It will make this challenge easier."

 

[mercuri0]

Yirrm followed Osman to the hanger and stood beside him. "Are any of them to your fancy? Or do you have your own ride which you're willing to risk on me?" He asked. "I'm sure a number of people would be quite concerned seeing someone wearing a blindfold while driving." He continues and laughed. Inside he was quite nervous, even his own father did not give him flying lessons. But Yirrm shook away his uncertainties.

"I've got piloting in my blood, this shouldn't be too hard" He thought to himself.

 

[Trakon]

"Hmmmm, that one." Osman took Yirrm to a speeder which looked like it could go very fast. He sat down in the passenger seat and waited for Yirrm to get into the drivers seat.

 

[mercuri0]

Yirrm climbed abored the speeder and 'stared' at the controls. "This looks like the ignation" He thought and hit it. The speeder powered up and came to life and floated a few feet above the ground and hummed. "Alright genious.. Lets see what we can do." He said to himself and held the steering control. His heart was beating furiosly, but he tried to remain calm and tilted the steering forward which made it jerk forward a few times.

He looked at Osman with a nervous smile and then back at the controls again. "Right, focus... Focus.." He repeated and allowed The Force to guide his hands. The speeder moved slowly but was more controlled then before. It slowly hovered near the exit of the hanger and he paused and took a deep breath and looked at Osman again. "Here goes nothing." He said and accelerated into the traffic flow. This time he was trying to match the speed of the other civilian speeders. "Alright Master, I think I have it under control." He asked. He turned his attention back to the traffic and sharply yanked the controls when he almost collided with another speeder. The wind blowing through his hair and on his face was such a rush, "This might be what dad must feel when he's out flying." He thought to himself. Yirrm yelped when he noticed he was driving at oncomming traffic and made numerous sharp manuevers to avoid collision.

As he tried to move back into the correct trafic flow, one of the civilian vehicles knocked the rear of his speeder and spun them out of control and also knocked out the vehicle's engine, causing them to plummet. "Not good!" He yelled and furiously stummbled on the controls as they free fell. They were lucky when the engine reignited and he gritted his teeth as he pulled the controls to level the speeder. Finally it stopped falling and they were back on the right flow of traffic and he flew abit more causiously this time. He hair was in a mess and all over his face, not that it mattered though. He looked at Osman once again and gave him a shaky thumbs up. "Where to?" He asked with a nervous and shaky tone.

 

[Trakon]

"Not bad for a first time." Osman's face could have been made from stone. During the entire drive Osman had yet to change his facial appearance. "Head to these coordinates."

((Just say you arrived safely and touched down in the parking lot.))

 

[mercuri0]

Yirrm furrowed his brow as Osman seemed unphased by their close calls. He slowly piloted the speeder to the given co-ordinance and landed safely in the parking lot. Yirrm hopped out, his heart was still racing. Thank goodness for his Jedi reflexes served him well. "So what are we doing here Master?" He asked

 

[Trakon]

"We are going to walk in a garden and talk. That's all." Osman lead the way and when a security guard asked for ID, Osman flashed a green card and went through with Yirrm. Then they appeared in a garden with trees and plants from every planet.

 

[mercuri0]

"Alright then" He replied and followed the Jedi. "What is it you wish to talk about" He asked as they walked through the garden. The scents here were very different to that of the Jedi Temple which he seldom leaves.

 

[Trakon]

"What form do you use?" He said it with some vehemence. It was alomst obvious he ment sword form.

 

[mercuri0]

Yirrm smiled, "Form 4, with a little Teras Kasi thrown in as well" He replied and threw a few punches and kicks in the air. He then straightened himself up and cleared his throat, realizing that he was behaving a bit too enthusiastically.

 

[Trakon]

"How strong do you think you are in that form?" Osman looked around. "In comparison to the others. You know Djem So, Soresu, Jar Kai, etc." He absently pulled his lightsaber off his belt.

 

[mercuri0]

Yirrm sensed Osman's hand moving to his saber. "Well, I have a few tricks up my sleeve." He grinned. He didn't want to answer Osman directly. If he was going to duel with the more experienced Jedi Knight, it would be best to keep him on his toes and guessing. Did Osman really bring him here to talk, or to test Yirrm's abilities.

 

[Trakon]

"And if I said that I could disarm you, what would you say?"