Post by nabi on Aug 24, 2007 4:26:02 GMT -5
Ilal.....
The paunch Human male froze in place, to examine where the noise had come from.
He was in the Arboretum, surrounded by beautiful trees, hedges, plants and bushes of a hundred different species, a mosaic of life with the soft, subtle symphonies of delicate yet resilient plants, from low-level Bothan trees to..
And then he leaped back, the Force taking control of his body and thrusting his hand up, saber in hand to block the strike that had almost decapitated him.
The holder of the saber was all in black, and had come with no noise when it had landed almost on top of him. The Dark Side came off of it in waves, and a cruel, sinister feeling of malice came off of it like waves, the face hidden somehow and..
Saber movement, Ilal countering with his patented, short-bladed purple weapon, weaving around his torso, pulling a second weapon up with the Force and into his extended hand, just blocking the stroke that would have bisected his head like a melon.
Moving forward, Ilal blocked with one weapon and striking with the other, trying for hands, for knees, anything at a distance, while trying to dance away from the long red blade that seemed only a centimeter away in every direction, from his head, his shoulder, his very eyes, blocking always, then an opening he couldn't catch, too slow, and then more saber play. Now a tree was behind them, and Ilal worked to Force Push the Sith into it, trying for the head with one blade, to go for the knee with the other, lunging forward, but his movement was too fast, his knees failed him, the target disappeared...and Ilal felt the heat of a light saber pierce his chest, right at the heart, and fell.
The Sith Lord stood over the body. Then it pulled out a small circular device and pressed a small metallic switch.
"2 minutes, 37 seconds. Tsk tsk tsk."
Ilal looked up, feeling embarrassed, annoyed, and very very small as the black cloaked Sith Lord changed into a short, Mon Calamari female with a bemused smile, a short hood, and a set of robes that now seemed to be two sizes too large for her.
Izzy looked at the Jedi Master, and laughed uproariously, with the kind of affection that only comes from the best of friends, and pulled the grass-stained Human male to his feet, and started laughing that odd laugh that only Izzy seemed able to do. It was the kind of laugh you only heard from someone who knows life, the good and the bad, and decides that the best way to approach it is to honor the sweet parts whenever they can be found. It was an infectious laugh, and it helped take a good piece of the sting Ilal felt over having been beaten in so short a time span.
"Thanks" he said, as he came up from the ground. The sting from the training saber was still tingling his back, and he looked at Izzy. "You were....unexpected."
Izzy laughed, now in the way of those who are sharing a practical joke. "Come come now, Ilal, you were the one who wanted to re-evaluate your skill at light saber combat."
"True, true." Ilal admitted.
"And you were the one who wanted me to surprise you, so you could get some idea of your reactions under stress."
"I know, Izzy, I know.I just..." Ilal made a slight face "I just wished I had done better."
The Mon Cal chuckled. "Sir, you lasted two and a half minutes against what most in the Order would agree is a rather decent swordsman" said Izzy, in a slightly cheeky and conspiratorial aspect.
It was a vast underestimation. With the possible exception of the new Grand Master, there was currently no being in the entire Jedi Order able to match Izzy in saber combat. It had risen to the point that the Mon Cal had become the standard by which other Jedi judged themselves. Those who wanted to compare fighting skill did so by measuring how long they had lasted against the Jedi Master, bragging on even a fifteenth extra second. Padawans were usually measured in fractions of a second, while Knights were considered skillful if they lasted more than half a minute, with Masters averaging twice that. It was rumored that the former Grandmaster Qaim and Izzy had dueled once. Rumors abounded at how long the Jedi Master had lasted. But Izzy was not a boaster, and whenever Qaim was asked, he would always respond: "Take an educated guess. Then cut it in half".
Ilal sighed, and looked at the trees around him. He missed Qaim. Missed his sympathy, his council. Missed him so much that it hurt. Izzy noticed this, and tried to distract him. "Oh, come on. It's not that bad. At least you're staying over the two minute mark. That's quite respectable for a Healer in this Order."
Ilal chuckled. "True, true."
"And that doesn't take into account your choice of weapons" Izzy smiled, pointing to the small, centimeter-long cylinders in Ilal's hands.
"I haven't lost anything in comparison to the fuller versions, if that's what you mean", Ilal retorted, chuckling as he glanced them over.
"Yes...but it's going to give your entourage something to get used to." Izzy said, referring to the Medics he had just begun training.
She was right about that, Ilal nodded Most of the students were still somewhat awkward with the short weapons. Designed to be dual-use in nature, the small cylinders could easily pass for and function as the light-scalpels commonly used by Jedi Healers, and easily repackaged as any other number of small innocuous objects, as well as pass through weapons detectors. A Medic would thus be able to bring these items with them anywhere, even if full-fledged sabers were not permitted.
But the students would have to learn how to use them. How to grip the smaller handle. How to wield the shorter blade, and how to use two at a time in order to compensate for it.
All this would take time. Valuable time, which he did not have in great abundance, for training. Perhaps a crash course. Maybe Izzy should pay them a visit too...
"By the way" Ilal responded, "Where did you get that whole Sith illusion? I swear."
"Oh that? Just something I cooked up for the new recruits. It lets them see the worse-case scenario...that way, there's no where to go but up!" Izzy smiled, laughing to herself. She was a good teacher, but a complete nuisance to her students. She cajoled, encouraged, and somehow managed to annoy her pupils into levels of excellence that other trainers rarely seemed to match.
"Good idea."
"Thank you. But...can I ask you a question?" Izzy responded.
"Sure."
"Those light....
"Scalpels?"
"Well, whatever you want to call them."
"Yeah..."
"Why did you make yours look like...uhhhh?"
"Well...Remember Master Las?"
"Yes....he was your trainer in light saber combat when you came back to the Order" Izzy said, in her tactful, considerate fashion.
"Did you remember what he taught his students?" Ilal said, and suddenly spouted in a pompous voice, with thick lips and guttural projection '"Combat is an act of dignity. To go forward is an act of consideration...you represent the Order every time you draw your saber, and must do so in a manner worthy of myself and my fellow Masters"'.
"So....once you got the rank of Master, you started walking around with a pair of Lipstick Lightsabers?"
Ilal laughed, his belly moving visibly. "And in a wide variety of colors..perfect for any occasion, formal, social, business casual..." Ilal finished off. "Not my best joke, I'll admit."
"Uh...huh. And is that where you came up with your...Five Shade Style?" Izzy asked, almost mouthing the capital letters.
"Yes" Ilal said. "Although, at this point...."
"Still cutting off your fingers?" said Izzy.
"Yeah...." Ilal admitted with sheepish amusement. The plan had been to place five of the minuscule sabers on one of his hands, and articulate them individually to block the blade of an enemy and go after the hand holding the saber, changing length when needed to hit more distant targets. The theory should allow a high degree of flexibility, speedy counterattack, and attacks that were almost impossible to defend against.
So far, it was a dud. Ilal had yet been able to use the weapons naturally at anything resembling combat speed, and had been looked at askance by other members of the Order when seen practicing it.
But that wasn't the only thing getting him looks these days, Ilal thought to himself. But he pushed that thought away, and brought his attention back to Izzy. "Ok...so...based on this duel....any advice you have to offer?"
Izzy cocked her head to the side, in that gesture she used whenever in deep contemplation. "The problem isn't your instincts, or your bond with the Force" she said, pondering the words over as she spoke them. "Both could be improved, of course, but at this point t they are both highly advanced, and there is little I could suggest beyond continued practice."
Ilal nodded, taking this to heart. Izzy was usually good at giving advice, and this was her field of expertise.
Tilting her head, the Mon Cal picked up again. "The problem is your knees, Ilal. You can defend very well, better than most Masters your age, but whenever you have to move out of your zone of defense, you have to move slowly. You miss possibilities that way."
Ilal nodded again, less happy with this advice, especially given the fact that it was true. He had been able to reduce the day-to-day discomfort in his knees to almost infinitesimal levels, but it took all of his skill and strength in the Force to manage a jog without blinding pain, and it left him with little to devote to saber combat. "Any advice?"
Izzy thought a little bit, and then responded.
"You're not the first fighter who has dealt with unusual physical limitations. Smaller beings have to learn to be more mobile. Larger ones to be more compact. In your case...." Izzy looked at Ilal briefly.
"How are you with Force manipulation of large objects? Pull, Push, those aspects?"
"Not bad" Ilal admitted. While his trademark in the order was his ability to control large quantities of incredibly small objects at the same time via the Force (a result of professional experience as a Healer) his abilities to move large objects were respectable, if not anything out of the ordinary.
"Hmmm" Ismayyli hummed, looking just above her head at a particularly beautiful set of flowers coming out of a tree above them. "Well, if you can't come to them...why not make them come to you?" Izzy said, and via the Force pulled and levitated a pair of small red fruits in front of them at eye level.
Ilal was about to take a bite of the rightmost fruit, when he noticed a familiar presence just out of the edge of sight.
"Hello Master Las. Is there any way that I might assist you?"
The paunch Human male froze in place, to examine where the noise had come from.
He was in the Arboretum, surrounded by beautiful trees, hedges, plants and bushes of a hundred different species, a mosaic of life with the soft, subtle symphonies of delicate yet resilient plants, from low-level Bothan trees to..
And then he leaped back, the Force taking control of his body and thrusting his hand up, saber in hand to block the strike that had almost decapitated him.
The holder of the saber was all in black, and had come with no noise when it had landed almost on top of him. The Dark Side came off of it in waves, and a cruel, sinister feeling of malice came off of it like waves, the face hidden somehow and..
Saber movement, Ilal countering with his patented, short-bladed purple weapon, weaving around his torso, pulling a second weapon up with the Force and into his extended hand, just blocking the stroke that would have bisected his head like a melon.
Moving forward, Ilal blocked with one weapon and striking with the other, trying for hands, for knees, anything at a distance, while trying to dance away from the long red blade that seemed only a centimeter away in every direction, from his head, his shoulder, his very eyes, blocking always, then an opening he couldn't catch, too slow, and then more saber play. Now a tree was behind them, and Ilal worked to Force Push the Sith into it, trying for the head with one blade, to go for the knee with the other, lunging forward, but his movement was too fast, his knees failed him, the target disappeared...and Ilal felt the heat of a light saber pierce his chest, right at the heart, and fell.
The Sith Lord stood over the body. Then it pulled out a small circular device and pressed a small metallic switch.
"2 minutes, 37 seconds. Tsk tsk tsk."
Ilal looked up, feeling embarrassed, annoyed, and very very small as the black cloaked Sith Lord changed into a short, Mon Calamari female with a bemused smile, a short hood, and a set of robes that now seemed to be two sizes too large for her.
Izzy looked at the Jedi Master, and laughed uproariously, with the kind of affection that only comes from the best of friends, and pulled the grass-stained Human male to his feet, and started laughing that odd laugh that only Izzy seemed able to do. It was the kind of laugh you only heard from someone who knows life, the good and the bad, and decides that the best way to approach it is to honor the sweet parts whenever they can be found. It was an infectious laugh, and it helped take a good piece of the sting Ilal felt over having been beaten in so short a time span.
"Thanks" he said, as he came up from the ground. The sting from the training saber was still tingling his back, and he looked at Izzy. "You were....unexpected."
Izzy laughed, now in the way of those who are sharing a practical joke. "Come come now, Ilal, you were the one who wanted to re-evaluate your skill at light saber combat."
"True, true." Ilal admitted.
"And you were the one who wanted me to surprise you, so you could get some idea of your reactions under stress."
"I know, Izzy, I know.I just..." Ilal made a slight face "I just wished I had done better."
The Mon Cal chuckled. "Sir, you lasted two and a half minutes against what most in the Order would agree is a rather decent swordsman" said Izzy, in a slightly cheeky and conspiratorial aspect.
It was a vast underestimation. With the possible exception of the new Grand Master, there was currently no being in the entire Jedi Order able to match Izzy in saber combat. It had risen to the point that the Mon Cal had become the standard by which other Jedi judged themselves. Those who wanted to compare fighting skill did so by measuring how long they had lasted against the Jedi Master, bragging on even a fifteenth extra second. Padawans were usually measured in fractions of a second, while Knights were considered skillful if they lasted more than half a minute, with Masters averaging twice that. It was rumored that the former Grandmaster Qaim and Izzy had dueled once. Rumors abounded at how long the Jedi Master had lasted. But Izzy was not a boaster, and whenever Qaim was asked, he would always respond: "Take an educated guess. Then cut it in half".
Ilal sighed, and looked at the trees around him. He missed Qaim. Missed his sympathy, his council. Missed him so much that it hurt. Izzy noticed this, and tried to distract him. "Oh, come on. It's not that bad. At least you're staying over the two minute mark. That's quite respectable for a Healer in this Order."
Ilal chuckled. "True, true."
"And that doesn't take into account your choice of weapons" Izzy smiled, pointing to the small, centimeter-long cylinders in Ilal's hands.
"I haven't lost anything in comparison to the fuller versions, if that's what you mean", Ilal retorted, chuckling as he glanced them over.
"Yes...but it's going to give your entourage something to get used to." Izzy said, referring to the Medics he had just begun training.
She was right about that, Ilal nodded Most of the students were still somewhat awkward with the short weapons. Designed to be dual-use in nature, the small cylinders could easily pass for and function as the light-scalpels commonly used by Jedi Healers, and easily repackaged as any other number of small innocuous objects, as well as pass through weapons detectors. A Medic would thus be able to bring these items with them anywhere, even if full-fledged sabers were not permitted.
But the students would have to learn how to use them. How to grip the smaller handle. How to wield the shorter blade, and how to use two at a time in order to compensate for it.
All this would take time. Valuable time, which he did not have in great abundance, for training. Perhaps a crash course. Maybe Izzy should pay them a visit too...
"By the way" Ilal responded, "Where did you get that whole Sith illusion? I swear."
"Oh that? Just something I cooked up for the new recruits. It lets them see the worse-case scenario...that way, there's no where to go but up!" Izzy smiled, laughing to herself. She was a good teacher, but a complete nuisance to her students. She cajoled, encouraged, and somehow managed to annoy her pupils into levels of excellence that other trainers rarely seemed to match.
"Good idea."
"Thank you. But...can I ask you a question?" Izzy responded.
"Sure."
"Those light....
"Scalpels?"
"Well, whatever you want to call them."
"Yeah..."
"Why did you make yours look like...uhhhh?"
"Well...Remember Master Las?"
"Yes....he was your trainer in light saber combat when you came back to the Order" Izzy said, in her tactful, considerate fashion.
"Did you remember what he taught his students?" Ilal said, and suddenly spouted in a pompous voice, with thick lips and guttural projection '"Combat is an act of dignity. To go forward is an act of consideration...you represent the Order every time you draw your saber, and must do so in a manner worthy of myself and my fellow Masters"'.
"So....once you got the rank of Master, you started walking around with a pair of Lipstick Lightsabers?"
Ilal laughed, his belly moving visibly. "And in a wide variety of colors..perfect for any occasion, formal, social, business casual..." Ilal finished off. "Not my best joke, I'll admit."
"Uh...huh. And is that where you came up with your...Five Shade Style?" Izzy asked, almost mouthing the capital letters.
"Yes" Ilal said. "Although, at this point...."
"Still cutting off your fingers?" said Izzy.
"Yeah...." Ilal admitted with sheepish amusement. The plan had been to place five of the minuscule sabers on one of his hands, and articulate them individually to block the blade of an enemy and go after the hand holding the saber, changing length when needed to hit more distant targets. The theory should allow a high degree of flexibility, speedy counterattack, and attacks that were almost impossible to defend against.
So far, it was a dud. Ilal had yet been able to use the weapons naturally at anything resembling combat speed, and had been looked at askance by other members of the Order when seen practicing it.
But that wasn't the only thing getting him looks these days, Ilal thought to himself. But he pushed that thought away, and brought his attention back to Izzy. "Ok...so...based on this duel....any advice you have to offer?"
Izzy cocked her head to the side, in that gesture she used whenever in deep contemplation. "The problem isn't your instincts, or your bond with the Force" she said, pondering the words over as she spoke them. "Both could be improved, of course, but at this point t they are both highly advanced, and there is little I could suggest beyond continued practice."
Ilal nodded, taking this to heart. Izzy was usually good at giving advice, and this was her field of expertise.
Tilting her head, the Mon Cal picked up again. "The problem is your knees, Ilal. You can defend very well, better than most Masters your age, but whenever you have to move out of your zone of defense, you have to move slowly. You miss possibilities that way."
Ilal nodded again, less happy with this advice, especially given the fact that it was true. He had been able to reduce the day-to-day discomfort in his knees to almost infinitesimal levels, but it took all of his skill and strength in the Force to manage a jog without blinding pain, and it left him with little to devote to saber combat. "Any advice?"
Izzy thought a little bit, and then responded.
"You're not the first fighter who has dealt with unusual physical limitations. Smaller beings have to learn to be more mobile. Larger ones to be more compact. In your case...." Izzy looked at Ilal briefly.
"How are you with Force manipulation of large objects? Pull, Push, those aspects?"
"Not bad" Ilal admitted. While his trademark in the order was his ability to control large quantities of incredibly small objects at the same time via the Force (a result of professional experience as a Healer) his abilities to move large objects were respectable, if not anything out of the ordinary.
"Hmmm" Ismayyli hummed, looking just above her head at a particularly beautiful set of flowers coming out of a tree above them. "Well, if you can't come to them...why not make them come to you?" Izzy said, and via the Force pulled and levitated a pair of small red fruits in front of them at eye level.
Ilal was about to take a bite of the rightmost fruit, when he noticed a familiar presence just out of the edge of sight.
"Hello Master Las. Is there any way that I might assist you?"