Ask Yavin IV Spelunking 101

[Leon Baudelaire]

Yavin IV was drastically different from Leon's home. The humid jungles full of lush living creatures painted a stark contrast to the freezing mountainous terrain he'd been raised on. He could feel the peace of the world which seemed to emanate from the very foliage he was surrounded by. His leather boots trod lightly on the fertile earth below as he traversed a portion of the jungle that was new to him.

Leon was glad to be away from the temple. He felt stifled by the amount of care people seemed to exude there. He wasn't used to being coddled which is what prompted his current expedition. His objective was simple in nature but was proving complex in practice. The force, or Seidhr as his mother called it, was fickle in it's teachings and Leon found himself grasping at the metaphysical thread he'd followed out here...

Deciding to take a moment to gather himself, The Padawan perched on a rock and pulled a protein bar out of his utility belt, while taking a sip of water from his cantine. He was outfitted in his meager armor. Around his waist hung his utility belt, and clipped to it were his collapsed plasma bow and lightsaber. Sheathed at his back were his twin deucalian daggers. He had a personav with the coordinates of the temple input, so he was never truly lost, but he didn't want to rely on the tech to get back.

As he chewed his bar there was a stirring. Something fluttered in the force just at the edges of his perception. Leon went rigid and his hand slipped to the hilt of a dagger. He closed his eyes and allowed his consciousness to open to the flow of Seidhr. Whatever it was, was close and getting closer. Leon positioned himself into a crouch and chose to unclip his lightsaber from his belt. He was poised and ready for what was coming.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Gabriel Morales]

It wasn't uncommon for Gabriel to be somewhere outside the temple proper. In fact, him sticking around in a public place was odder than not. There was only so much of the Jedi togetherness he could take before he started getting uncomfortable with all of it. Seyugi trained more privately and relied mostly on themselves to get the job done so, while Gabriel could put forward some variety of energy for a while, eventually, he just got worn out by the whole thing. It didn't help that method of Force use was so different between the two groups.

Frankly, he spent a lot of effort trying to convert one to other, a suggestion from the man who'd brought him into the Jedi in the first place. He wasn't around anymore but Gabriel took the pieces of advice he'd given to heart as much as he could. Which was precisely why he was running around in the jungles of Yavin IV.

Moving meditation blended well with the things Gabriel already knew and helped him find a sense of tranquil balance. In his case it was about jogging through the undergrowth with pauses to practice punching practical targets nearby, music playing from earbuds throughout. The Padawan's lightsaber slapped annoyingly against his leg with every leap and stride, but it was something he'd have to get used to. Not exactly the most uncomfortable training he'd ever gone through, besides.

Bursting from the plant life came the short young man, blue eyes focused on the path ahead while a hand slapped aside a branch as if parrying an incoming blow. His gauntlets were worn, contrasting starkly with his sweat pants and graphic T displaying a young galactically famous Luke Skywalker facing off against Darth Vader. A small pack was strapped to his back, bouncing along with him as he moved ahead. Then paused, given there was someone else in the area he'd just emerged into. Gabriel gave Leon a bemused look and slowed his movement to a sort-of jogging in place.

"Uhhh... 'Sup?"

@Zay

 

[Leon Baudelaire]

Leon's muscle's tensed as the disturbance in the force drew near. Poised to strike The Decalian nearly fell over when out of the underbrush emerged a fearsome... dude. Just like a normal dude. Leon was so shocked by the sudden appearance his head cocked sideways and he blinked twice as the other padawan said hello.

Recovering from the shock, he blushed and clipped his lightsaber to his belt.

"Uh... Sup," he responded in his thick accent.

He hated small talk. He was still self-conscious of his mastery of Basic, but it seemed to be the only thing the Jedi spoke on Yavin. Leon's gaze shifted behind the ruddy-haired padawan and then back to him.

"Are you fleeing danger?"

Training should have been done in the gear you planned to fight in, shouldn't it?

@Mr. Teatime