Sentinels

[Khivas]

"You know, it still feels funny being a Jedi Knight." Khivas said out loud, addressing his droid Wyatt as he performed routine maintenance on his ship. "Well, I won't lie master, I'm surprised you've lived long enough to see it. Maybe now you'll finally kick the bucket and I can be free of your boring drivel." The sarcastic, and very cynical droid replied. "That hurts my feelings Wyatt, I thought we were friends. Found you in that old junkyard, fixed you up, did all that good stuff to make you clean and floaty, and even gave you guns!"

Upon hearing this, Wyatt slunked an "eye" and sighed his response. "Yea yea, I know. I admit, I'm glad you became a knight Master. Now why don't you get one of those fleshy minions to help out around here. What were they called again?"

"Padawans Wyatt, and they're not minions and I can't just go out and grab them as I please. But you do bring up a good point. I'm technically licensed to train other Jedi to Knighthood as well now. I think I might actually make use of that power. Watch the ship Wyatt, I'll be back." Said Khivas, to which Wyatt replied with "Certainly, my little meatbag." As Khivas grabbed his gear and walked off his ship.

Once back at the facility on Kothilis, Khivas headed down to the central enclave to watch the Padawans train and practice what they knew, and more importantly to make a bulletin about new lessons in Jedi Teachings, both traditional and unorthodox, so hopefully any Padawan wanting to learn something other than the basic Lightsaber technique or how to throw a rock (although he'd gladly teach that too) could find a person to do just that for them.

"And now we wait." He said as he sat down and kicked his feet up, watching the Padawans perform their stuff, waiting for one to ask of his help if he couldn't offer it ahead of time.

 

[Sleight]

Var breathed deeply, moving towards the training grounds. He'd not gotten much formal training from anyone other than Master Polis, the Twi'lek Jedi who had found him on the streets of Taris. He paused, letting the cloak slide from his shoulders. His training saber, a standard durasteel hilt that lacked customization, hung from his belt.

He continued to breathe deeply as he walked, his connection to the living Force growing. He had come to this enclave to seek tutoring on more advanced Force abilities, and to learn more about lightsaber combat. He stretched as he mused about his current skillset; most of his powers were utility in nature, like hiding oneself in the Force, or augmenting the body. He wondered what tricks he would learn here.

He spied an armored figure observing the training grounds. Some instinct told Var that he was a Knight, not just another Padawan like him. Approaching the Knight, Var bowed his head in greeting. "Hello sir."

 

[CaliforniaWinter]

As Sylvaria wandered the central enclave on Kothilis, she watched as her fellow Padawans trained continuously, their goal to tone their mind and bodies for the war to come. If the Jedi Order was to have any chance of vanquishing the current reincarnation of the Sith and their Empire, then they would have to be the best they could be. The Galaxy was depending on them, pouring all their hope and faith into a group of scholarly knights and monks who had been on the run for a decade. It would be risky, and lives would be lost, but the Jedi would prevail. They always did....

The Cathar continued to stroll the training ground absentmindly before noticing a flyer on a notice board offering training in orthodox and nonconventional combat methods. It was posted by a Knight, of course, perhaps one who was skilled in the art of remaining inconspicuous. Well, who ever it was had her attention. All she had to do now was find the Knight who posted the notice.

She reached out slightly with the Force, and sure enough, he was still nearby. The red headed Cathar began to walk towards the man, now two men as another approached. Looks like there were others who wished to learn under this Knight as well.

"Um, hello." She bowed slightly a sign of respect. "I saw your notice over there about the training opportunity. I would very much like to learn a few things from you." She chuckled nervously, not used to social situations. "I'm Sylvaria by the way. Sylvaria Pho." She smiled politely, her green eyes sparkling in the light.

 

[Khivas]

The first person to approach Khivas as he sat there with his legs crossed and resting was a younger adult, a few years less than himself and not a teenager like so many gathered around him. He looked of a more thinner build, but not exactly skinny, just lean, an air of youth that betrayed his age slightly. He approaching Khivas and merely said hello, but everything on his face read that he wanted to ask him if he was a Knight or not, and Khivas wanted to answer it with the best smart ass response he could muster, but decided to hold back to maintain his air of maturity, simply replying with "And hello to you too."

Not seconds after did a second Padawan come up to him, this one a female, and despite her race (Cathar always struck Khivas as exotic and somewhat sexy, but many others would disagree. Must be the fur. Then again Khivas was lecherous bastard in his teens), long red hair for a mane and orange to light brown fur, looking like a big game cat from Corellia. Only she was at best 5'5 and had the body of a dancer, lithe yet muscular, a trait not many picked up on, but for Khivas was as easy as breathing, all those years of bounty hunting and private work. When she bowed to him in a state of respect and asked her question about his flier for training in less orthodox ways of being a Jedi, Khivas nearly blushed at the fact that people were addressing him as a Knight and all proper and whatever have you, something he had to get accustomed to it seems.

"Yea, that'd be me, and I'm glad you'd like to gain some training from me, as I'd be happy to give it, to both of you, if you'd want that as well young man." Khivas said, turning his head to the male as he finished his sentence. "I'm Khivas by the way, Khivas Carrick, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Sylvaria. And what is your name sir?" he asked as he shook the Cathari's hand, reaching out the same hand to shake with the young man.

 

[Sleight]

Var sized up the pair in front of him. The Knight reacted with a moment's delay, indicating that he wasn't used to being consulted as an authority. Judging by that, and his relatively young age, he concluded that the Knight had been promoted fairly recently. He looked strong for his size, his armor speaking volumes about his fighting style. If he had to guess, Var would say that the man favored Form V, Djem So variant.

"My name is Var. Var Sharan. It's a pleasure to meet you both. I'll admit, I haven't had as much training as some of the other Padawans around here, but I want to learn."

He took a look at the female Cathar who had approached as well. Cathar had been treated extremely poorly on Taris, and there had been several Cathar in his old swoop gang. He had come to respect them for their resiliency and determination. His azure eyes met her viridian ones, and he could sense her presence in the Force, all three of them pulsing warmly like will-o-wisps in the current of life.

 

[CaliforniaWinter]

"Yea, that'd be me, and I'm glad you'd like to gain some training from me, as I'd be happy to give it, to both of you, if you'd want that as well young man." Sylvaria politely looked on as the Knight addressed the second man. He too appeared to be a Padawan, his young age usually a clear indication of his rank. This was not to say that all Padawans had to be young, but it was uncommon to find older beings so low in rank. "I'm Khivas by the way, Khivas Carrick, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Sylvaria. And what is your name sir?" When Khivas acknowledged her, she simply nodded, a gesture akin to saying "And I you."

As her fellow Padawan spoke, it was here she had a good look at him. Sylvaria had learned from her time as a......servant to be aware of her surroundings and observe everyone near her. He was a few inches above her head, and of an average build. The hair upon his head was a dark blonde that fit well with his startling blue eyes. All in all, he was a somewhat attractive male....for a Human.

"My name is Var. Var Sharan. It's a pleasure to meet you both. I'll admit, I haven't had as much training as some of the other Padawans around here, but I want to learn." It appeared they were in the same boat then. Sylvaria did not have much experience when it came to combat as a Jedi, for she had only been accepted into the Order not long ago. Var's eyes met Sylvaria's, and for a moment she simply stared. You must understand that she is not used to social situations, even more so when there was more than one person involved. She looked away quickly, not sure how to act.

After a moment of silence, she spoke up. "So...Knight Carrick. What exactly will you be teaching us? Your noticed mention orthodox and unconventional but did not state the specifics." She spoke with a thick Cathar accent (( think Russian)), it obvious that Basic was not her first language. The red headed woman folded her arms across her chest, and waited for his response.

 

[Khivas]

{Use these for OOC things, and try not to copy and paste other writer's/character's quotes too much. Nothing against you, just a pet peeve of mine XD}

"So you want to learn," Khivas said as he faced Var before turning to Sylvaria, "And you want to learn but want to know what exactly it is I'm teaching. Well, you just earned some brownie points, good job." He said, now standing up and stretching out his body while yawning a little, speaking through the relieving process. "Wise of you to want to know more, should always be seeking knowledge as a Jedi, mundane or otherwise. As for what I'm teaching, it's exactly as the flier said; Orthodox Jedi stuff such as lightsaber skills, basic Force Powers, and the Jedi Code if you haven't studied it already, and the not so traditional stuff. Heh, the fun stuff I like to call it." Said Khivas as a smile broke across his face, "Stuff most Jedi frown upon, but Jedi like me need to not just survive, but thrive. I'm what they used to call a Sentinel, and by "used to" I mean thousands of years ago back when Jedi had set, rigid classes and the like to help organize the ranks. Didn't exactly work, but that's besides the point. What's important to know is that if you choose me to teach you guys my ways, you'll be the type of Jedi that can disappear in a crowd never to be seen again and then suddenly reappear on the frontlines of a major battlefield, and then some."

Eyeing the two Padawans, Khivas furrowed his brow slightly as he asked the next question, wondering if they really wanted to learn this type of stuff or if they'd rather keep to the more regular curriculum. "So, that said, you sure you want to learn all that from me, or would you rather I instruct you on some basic stuff, like just saber combat or Force powers? As the teacher I'm here more or less to serve you guys, so if you have a request, now's the time."

 

[Sleight]

Var mused upon what the Knight had told them. He was being presented with an opportunity to specialize in a class of warrior that would be sorely needed on the battlefield soon; a Jedi who could blend martial ability, Force powers, and an eclectic skill-set in order to become ready for anything.

His skills were competent for a Padawan, with his abilities in the Force being stronger than his blade work. He kept his mind open in a fight, and used his Force Powers creatively, rather than trying to overwhelm an opponent. This did seem like an ideal path for him.

He spoke up, inquiringly. "My first master was a Jedi Sentinel. I already have a few powers under my belt that allow me to hide from others, but my swordsmanship needs work, and I'd like to be able to use mind tricks, or other powers that would help avoid unpleasantness."
He swept a lock of burnt gold hair from his eyes as he spoke, noting that Sylvaria had averted her gaze. "There's a war on the horizon, and the Order will need Jedi who excel where others falter."

 

[CaliforniaWinter]

Sylvaria gave a simple nod when Knight Carrick inquired about if they wished to learn, and what exactly it was that he was going to teach them. Sylvaria knew her connection to the Living Force was strong, for it was that bond that had allowed her to survive all these years. But even without that bond, Sylvaria had gained a myriad of skills from her many misadventures across the galaxy. She only needed to hone those skills, and improve upon her Force abilities to excel in combat.

As Khivas elaborated on the course he was about to teach, Sylvaria found herself more and more intrigued. The Cathar was at home in the wild, her sense amplified tenfold when surrounded by the nature in it's purest form. But alas, not all battles and missions took place deep within a forested valley or high within the mountain peaks on a desolate continent, as a majority of battles occurred in urban settings, home of millions of civilians. She had never felt comfortable close to so much durasteel and stone, not to mention the huge amount of sentient beings found in city environments. If she was to be of any help during this war, Sylvaria and her two pets would have to adapt to urban settings if they wished to use their full potential.

"I agree." She nodded to Var, his statement about the upcoming war bringing her out of her thoughts. "If I am to fight for the Order, I need to know that I am prepared. As for request, I have none, Knight Carrick." She grabbed her hair, the auburn strands reflecting a bit of light. She tied it into a ponytail rather quickly, a sign that she was eager to begin. "I am up for anything."

 

[Khivas]

War. The one thing a Jedi should always dread yet be entirely able and willing to fight should it ever come, and yet here these two were thinking that there was a war coming on the horizon, that they should be ready for when it arrives. Sadly, they were only half right; the war was already here.

"The War you two are talking about has already started, been started, it just hasn't blown up in the way most wars do. The fact that the Jedi made a return to the galaxy set in motion an obscene amount of things into motion, let alone all we've been doing since then." Khivas said to the two Padawans, "But you're right though, about being ready."

Looking to Var, Khivas said "You say you need swordsmanship practice since you're alright at hiding," Now turning to Sylvaria, "And you'll take anything for now. Fair enough. For today, let's start with Lightsaber Combat."

With a push, Khivas slid backwards while still on his seat and removed himself from the center of the little area he had been sitting in, revealing a practice circle. "I want the two of you to duel each other. Training sabers or training settings of course. Show me what you got."

 

[Sleight]

Var listened intently as the Knight spoke, then took a step back and nodded. "As you wish. I haven't built my own lightsaber yet anyway, this is a standard training saber." He held the weathered durasteel hilt in one hand, clipping it free of his belt in a fluid motion. Var then let a friendly grin grace his features as he nodded towards Sylvaria, and took ten paces away from her so they'd have room to spar.

As he walked, he glanced casually over his shoulder, studying his dueling partner. She was lithe, with a Cathar's natural poise. She had an alert quality to her that suggested she was capable of taking care of herself.

Var took a look at her weapon, a long hilt with two emitters that promised a double bladed assault. Fortunately for him, his master had wielded a double bladed saber, and he'd run drills against the weapon type. He knew that thrusts were unlikely, and that if he kept track of one blade, that the other's trajectory could be determined. This knowledge and strategy was Var's way of bolstering his mediocre swordsmanship, at least until he could learn a more advanced Form.

Loosening his shoulders, Var bowed curtly to his partner, and activated his training saber. It hissed with the warm sound that served as a Jedi's calling card, its emerald glow dimmed to a fixed stun setting. Holding his saber in a standard Shii-Cho middle guard, he awaited Sylvaria's opening move. "Please, don't hold back."

 

[CaliforniaWinter]

As Knight Carrick spoke about the war that was already in motion, Sylvaria couldn't help but disagree to some extent. She was not familiar with Knight Carrick's past, but Sylvaria knew of war, and this surely was not it. The last true war between the Imperium and the Republic, now the Galactic Rebellion, was around a decade ago. The past few years was more akin to a Cold War, at least in Sylvaria's perspective. But now was not the time to dwell on such matters, for Khivas had ordered the two eager students to spar against one another. Something she was not looking forward to.

Var smiled at Sylvaria, and as social protocol dictated, she gave returned the gesture, albeit awkwardly. The Cathar turned about, and slowly walked ten paces away from the center of the training hall. The young woman could sense Var's gaze on her, no doubt studying his temporary opponent. Sylvaria on the other hand did not need such luxuries, for she had been watching the boy discreetly ever since he walked up beside her.

Once she had stepped ten paces, she turned, dropping her robes as she did so. She wore a rather unorthodox uniform, the outfit revealing a bit more than most Jedi. Most of her legs could be seen, all the way up to her upper thigh, which was patterned with spots. The clothing was right around the torso, but loose around the sleeves. Here it could be seen her body was very toned, the muscles of a warrior and yet the figure of a dancer; a deadly combination when used properly.

Sylvaria bowed, and unattached the double-bladed hilt from her waist. Like many Padawan blades, it was not customized, consisting of only the standard lightsabers components. With a click and a hiss, the weapon ignited, only one of the teal blue blades appearing from one side.

Var had told her to not hold back, and she simply flashed a mischievous smirk. "I hadn't planned on it." With a deep breath she called upon the Force to surround her, to augment her body so she would be able to reach Padawan Sharan quickly. The Cathar rushed forward, her body a blur. As she neared Var, she raised her blade to strike, but instead flipped over his head to land directly behind him.

She ignited the second blade on the hilt, the saber intended to practically impale Var if he had not counteracted her. If this tactic did not work, she would deactivate the second blade, now using only the first one. Sylvaria would turn swiftly around to swipe the blade in a wide arc at Var's torso, then turn again to attack his right instead. The Cathar wondered how the Human would react.

 

[Khivas]

"Hm, quick to act isn't she..." Khivas said as he watched the Cathari dash in in an attempt to underhand and defeat her opponent quickly. "Remember dearies, don't kill each other, need you all in one piece!" He yelled out to them, reminding them to hold back just enough to not kill or violently maim each other.

{Don't wait for me to post at this point, just fight}

 

[Sleight]

Aggressive... thought Var as she dashed forward, his eyes barely keeping track of her as she cleared the distance between them. He saw the mischief dancing in her eyes as she suddenly leaped above him. He had intended to step forward and counter her momentum as she charged, but her flip made him choke back on his swing. He felt her land behind him rather than saw it. The Force's subtle whisper made up for his clumsy attempt at a counter, and he ducked as the cerulean blade entered the space above his head.

The pallid glow from the blade illuminated his features as he saw the tip pass above him, noting almost in slow motion how she had activated the second blade. Aggressive, quick, and clever. I can be clever too...

He hadn't been raised in a circus for nothing; Var rolled forward, turning and blocking the first lightsaber swing. He did a back handspring to dodge the one aimed at his right side, her blade coming close but not quite finding purchase. He continued his momentum, not needing the Force to aid him in a back flip that carried him 15' away from the Cathar.

Var raised his blade behind his head, the tip pointed at his opponent. He advanced forward, reaching out to the Force as he charged. He held a hand up as if attempting a Force Push, but it was just a ruse; if she tried to dodge an attack that wasn't coming, Var would roll forward and attempt to slice across her thigh. Otherwise, he would cartwheel away and see what his opponent had planned.

 

[CaliforniaWinter]

Sylvaria couldn't help but be impressed at Var's swift reaction to her attacks, the Padawan obviously skilled in dodging attacks. But was he as efficient when dishing them out? Looks like we'll see....

She steadied her breath, willing herself to calm her nerves. This was why she did not wish to spar against her Jedi brethren. Sylvaria may appear illusive and stoic on her exterior, but deep within she had a fire raging within, the likes of which was not looked favorably upon in the Jedi Order. In combat she would enter a sort of haze, a screen that blinded her from friend and foe. While this particular phenomenon had only occurred once, it was still something she struggled to contain. But Var had told her to not hold back.....quite the conundrum it seemed.

She watched with a slight interest as the young man executed a flip that landed him a few feet away from her. Apparently they were both proficient in the art of acrobatics, more so than most Jedi. He pointed his blade at the Cathar, and then sped forward, a surge in the Force present as he quickly closed the gap between the two combatants. He raised his hand outward, no doubt attempting to knock her back with a mighty push of the Force. She would not give him such satisfaction! With a mighty jump, she shot upward and forward over the Jedi. She noticed that instead of sending out a Force Lush, it appeared he had attempted to strike her with his saber. Clever...

As she landed on her toes, she immediately pushed back again, and folded her body onto a sort of ball, similar to a fetus position. With a mighty scream, almost a roar, she spun rapidly back towards Var. Her lightsaber was fully ignited, both teal blades spinning with her body as she came down on Var.

 

[Sleight]

Var whirled into the cartwheel, seeing as his opponent had taken to the sky to escape his slash. When he looked up, there was a flurry of blades coming at his torso at tremendous speed!

Not having much time, he parried the first strike, allowing the momentum of her spin to physically toss him out of the way of her second blade. Rolling backwards and up onto his feet, Var flipped back another 10 ft, putting more distance between the two.

He only had a few seconds before Sylvaria would be after him again. Var had to find a way to negate the advantage of her aggressive swordsmanship. Trusting his gut, he deactivated his lightsaber, and grabbed two large handfuls of sand from the ground beneath him. What the young Padawan lacked in raw power, he made up for in cunning.

Feeling the Force move, he closed his eyes before gathering his energy. This had better pay off... and then released the shaped energy into a Force Push that blasted a cloud of dense sand in a radius of around 50 ft. The battlefield would be obscured from sight for a good seven seconds or so, and hopefully he'd temporarily take away her ability to see him.

Using his basic Force Sight ability, Var could sense the Cathar's life energy in front of him, and hoped he had taken away the advantage of her sight. With purpose, he activated his lightsaber again, hopefully ready to sieze an opening if she appeared disoriented.

 

[CaliforniaWinter]

Once again, Var had shown his ability to evade the multiple strikes that Sylvaria had aimed at him. Her spinning ball of sabers was no doubt intimidating, and he was only able to parry once before he had to retreat to the other side of the room. The predatory Cathar wasted no time in giving him a chance to recuperate, and rushed after him as he jumped into a defensive position.

As she ran forward, she noticed the blonde haired Human had gathered a handful of sand into his hands and shot it forward. As the sand swirled around her, the smooth layer of fur on her body protected her from its raspy, itchy touch. While Sylvaria's fur was shaved, and as a result not long, it was still enough to deflect the initial wave of sand. She would definitely be taking a shower after this.

In order to protect her eyes, she had shut them tight, calling upon the Force to aid her in pinpointing Var's location. That was when Sylvaria realized her opponent would have to rely on his Force senses as well, which meant there was a strong chance he was still directly in front of her. Without hesitation, she ran forward and once she was a few feet in front of him, she spun her body, swiping her left leg outwards towards his feet; her goal to swipe them out from beneath him. But she would not stop there. No, it was because of him she would be itching and scratching for the next couple of days!

The teal blade also swung out to the left, so if Var jumped he would still be struck by the Jedi's weapon. If he somehow managed to dodge those wide arcs of damage, she would then use her momentum to swing her left leg horizontal, therefore parallel to the ground. Once she had completely spun around, she would raise her left leg high, bend her two hands and torso backwards to touch the ground, in order to flip back a few feet.

She reactivated the lightsabers, which she had deactivated when she had completed her spin. The ball was in his court now.

 

[Sleight]

Var hadn't counted on her ability to see through the Force. As she charged, he backpedaled, but lost his balance when her leg hit his. He went down hard, barely bringing his saber up to block her strike to his left.

He started to plan a counterattack when her other spinning foot caught him in the crown of his head. "Oof!" His head spun around with the impact, and his Force Sight flickered in and out. Keep it together... focus...

Shaking his head, he did a kip-up, swirling his saber to ward off opportunistic attacks. The sand was settling now, and it hadn't seemed to faze the Cathar. I can't afford to let her take control of the offensive any more...

He breathed deep, drawing in the Force. The pain in his head started to subside, and the details of the world became... crisper. With an exhaling breath, he centered himself. All was well.

Raising his saber, Var took the offensive. His viridian blade hummed as he whirled it in an off-tempo assault. He first took a wide sweep at her legs as he moved in, intentionally swinging short so as to draw her into a low block. Var continued his rotation, enhancing his spin with the Force and aiming the true strike at her elbow.

If it connected, hopefully she'd drop her saber. If he missed, he would continue the rotation and lash out with a high kick at the hilt of her saber in an attempt to dislodge it.

 

[Khivas]

"Uh oh," Khivas said as the practice session started tibget a little hotter than he intended, watching as Var and Sylvaria fought each other, each revealing their strengths and weaknesses.

Reaching out with the Force, Khivas sent a wave of energy into the center of the ring between the two of them, clearing out what little dust was left and ending the fight between to the two of them before either could dismantle the other.

"Alright you two, we're done here. Told you guys to control yourselves a little, but so much for that. Good news is I got what I needed from this, which is good, so settled down and come here." He said to them.

Var was indeed in need of swordsmanship training, his movements were erratic and all over the place, lacking in power where he needed it and too rigid when he has to be loose, but made up for it by fighting with a crafty mind and improvising on the spot, a trait Khivas admired.

On the opposite end, Sylvaria was very good at fighting, but she was very standard and orthodox on her approach to combat, a weakness if one's opponent was equally skilled but more imaginative. Plus there was that fire inside of her, an anger that if left unchecked would grow cancerous and end her days of walking in the light, and as she fought, Khivas could see it as plain as day.

"Alright, so yea, Var is right in that he needs work with the sword, but I'm impressed with how you managed to improvise to make up for your weakness." He said as he faced Var.

"As for you," Said the Knight, turning his attention to Sylvaria, "You fight well, but a little too orthodox, too much of a by the books study. For both of you, fighting with a sword or a lightsaber is about knowing the movements of a form to the point if muscle memory, but mastery comes from being able to change things up on the fly and use your imagination in a fight. So loosen up and take a more creative approach to things. I suggest Form VI for you Var, and Form IV for you, Sylvaria. Now then, anything else you two would like to know? Got all day here."

 

[CaliforniaWinter]

Sylvaria smiled to herself, her satisfaction evident on her face as Var decided he should go on the offensive. While it was not a move Sylvaria had planned, it was something she could use to her advantage, for he was not as skilled in lightsabers combat as she was. Just as he began his attack, Sylvaria sensed a pulse in the Force as Khivas cleared the training room of any sand that still remained in the air. It appeared the sparring portion of the session was over. She deactivated her blades, a tad upset they had to stop right when things were getting interesting.

She gave a small bow to Var, a symbol of respect. And yet on her face was frustration, her attempts at hiding it failing miserably. Sylvaria strolled past the Padawan and stopped once she reached Knight Khivas, her arms folded across her chest with her hips swayed to the right. A clear sign to those who read body language well that she was in a foul mood.

As Khivas pointed out the Padawan's strengths and weaknesses, Sylvaria gave Knight Carrick her undivided attention. She was all for improving her combat prowess, so when he mentioned Form IV, she simply nodded. There had been others that told her Form IV, or Ataru, would benefit her immensely on the battlefield. It utilized fast and powerful strikes combined with Force aided acrobatic feats in order to overwhelm one's opponent.

"I'll be sure to take your advice into consideration. Thank you, Knight Carrick." It was then the teacher asked if there was anything else they would like to learn since they did have time left. Sylvaria looked over to Var, who may have been pondering on what to start on next. "Telekinesis....it has never come easy to me. Gods know why. Perhaps you could show me how to connect with the physical world through the Force." She turned to Var, her emerald seemingly a bit darker as she faced the Human. "If you're up for learning that too. I wouldn't want to seem selfish."

Sylvaria had no idea if Khivas was skilled in the art of mental manipulation of objects, but of he did not, perhaps Var would help her out. He seemed to be a more Force oriented Jedi, while on the other hand Sylvaria was concerned with stalking her enemies from afar, and decimating them when up close.