Sangga
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- Jul 21, 2015
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Do not think, as one foot is placed the other begins to rise, one constant movement... like the flow of the Force.
The Bothan dismounted, making his pilgrimage to the entrance of the stage like keep. Built into the base of one of Jedha's mesa, the 'stage' stood proud. It provided cool shade, and most important of all, he'd sensed the Force in this place. Taking of his outer robe, Jakpo opened into a stance akin to the Soresu opening. He did not have his saber in hand, it remained at his belt. Both palms were open, his left facing forward, and his right had the palm facing down by his face. The weight of his form rested on the right foot, placed backward. The left was straight and on the ground as the right leg was bent.
He breathed the air that had already warmed, even in the shade cast by the stages back, it was beginning to heat. A few more deep breaths and he could feel the flow of the Force. It pushed into him, it pooled on the stage and then filtered away out of his sense's range. Rising as his right leg straightened he turned, the left knee rising. The warding hand moved as if scooping some unseen essence and then moving to his chest. His form now facing behind him. His right palm faced the sky as he stood on one leg. The next motion placed his left foot before him, the 'essence' pushed forward. His right hand was now stretched to his right. The whole measure done, he turned both extended arms trailing an orbit around him. Halting as he returned to the Soresu opening.
"You're arrival, was not quiet, in the least."
Any Jedi, Initiate or otherwise, it'd be nice for a heads up before you post.