Cassanova
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Juno had become so accustomed to space, having spent the vast majority of the past ten years living aboard the Light of the Force, having held most of her classes prior to that aboard the star destroyer, and never really settling into a temple since her days as a Padawan, Juno had taken a day scoping out the perfect location for her Advanced Sparring class. The options were rather limiting, as Juno was holding the class in an unprecedented manner. 'Safety off', as it were. The concept was to train like-minded and skill-setted individuals in a situation where injury was actually possible. Lacking a Sith Crusader to help train a Jedi to overcome fear in the face of injury or death, Juno was forced to use what she had in plentiful supply; eager students. Ensuring that there was no undue risk, Juno had closed the class to Padawans as despite their gifts, they simply lacked the refined control of the Jedi Knights and Masters of the order.
After a day or two of searching and discussing the surrounds of the hidden enclave with the only people who could ever truly understand an area; Jedi Padawans, Initiates and Younglings - Juno had counted on their insatiable curiosity to have led them exploring the nearby areas. Juno's instinct had paid off in spades. A young aquialish Padawan by the name of Puriss had paid off after being convinced he wasn't going to get into trouble for his time. He had found and bravely taken Juno to a clearing not a mile from the enclave's compound. Wide open spaces, no infrastructure to damage, and very few obstacles. Perfect.
Juno couldn't hold the class in the temple itself because it was likely that the room would be damaged beyond repair, and hosting it aboard the Light of the Force was utter folly; to do so would mean death for everyone onboard. This class was to be nothing short of a clash of titans.
The four participants, as students was not a truly appropriate term for these extended learners, were instructed to meet Juno in this clearing on the first Zhellday of the planet's spring rotation. As this was not a class on the merits of engaging in combat, nor Form Zero, nor diplomatic negotiations - They were to come armed and ready to fight.
Juno awaited her students in the center of the clearing, her large military-style crate laying on the ground. Inside it was, what had become known as, the 'arsenal'. Juno's own collection of weapons, varying from standard lightsabers, to lightwhips, discblades, warhammers, rifles and pistols; a total of eighteen various weapons sat in this case - their purpose to be explained upon the arrival of her class.
Having arrived earlier than anticipated, Juno merely sat on the crate and enjoyed the serenity of the clearing before it would, no doubt, be utterly destroyed by four Jedi attempting to one-up one another. This was an advanced class, after all.
After a day or two of searching and discussing the surrounds of the hidden enclave with the only people who could ever truly understand an area; Jedi Padawans, Initiates and Younglings - Juno had counted on their insatiable curiosity to have led them exploring the nearby areas. Juno's instinct had paid off in spades. A young aquialish Padawan by the name of Puriss had paid off after being convinced he wasn't going to get into trouble for his time. He had found and bravely taken Juno to a clearing not a mile from the enclave's compound. Wide open spaces, no infrastructure to damage, and very few obstacles. Perfect.
Juno couldn't hold the class in the temple itself because it was likely that the room would be damaged beyond repair, and hosting it aboard the Light of the Force was utter folly; to do so would mean death for everyone onboard. This class was to be nothing short of a clash of titans.
Juno awaited her students in the center of the clearing, her large military-style crate laying on the ground. Inside it was, what had become known as, the 'arsenal'. Juno's own collection of weapons, varying from standard lightsabers, to lightwhips, discblades, warhammers, rifles and pistols; a total of eighteen various weapons sat in this case - their purpose to be explained upon the arrival of her class.
Having arrived earlier than anticipated, Juno merely sat on the crate and enjoyed the serenity of the clearing before it would, no doubt, be utterly destroyed by four Jedi attempting to one-up one another. This was an advanced class, after all.