Log:Jedi Order: A Jedi Is Never Alone
Padawan Zalon Bo forges his lightsaber anew, with the presence of Grand Master Rey and Padawan Miramir.
OOC Date: June 23, 2024
Location: Jedi Enclave, Tempes
Participants: Miramir (NPC), Rey, Zalon Bo
[FAIL ( -19)] Zalon Bo's Telekinesis @ (100) diff.
The sun has only just arisen over the face of Tempes where one of the Jedi Order's enclaves resides. Despite this it was well before sunrise that the pair had made their way into the heart of the once abandoned Jedi outpost in reverent silence. In their silence, the forge itself offered a low growl as it stood ready to heat materials to permit their pliability. Together the pair had seated themselves upon the workshop floor and the first step of their work was began.
The components of the potential lightsaber were arrayed first. After those the remnants of a shattered hilt were placed to either side of the work area; a reminder of what was lost, but an opportunity presented for growth beyond the old. Amid it all the shard of the lightsaber crystal is placed, as though the heart and soul of all of the gathered components.
Together the pair slip into meditation and Padawan Bo's hands move to rest upon his knees. The Lasat's gold eyes drift closed and he begins to speak, noting to the companion - the Grand Master - that had joined him to observe his efforts and perhaps offer her insights should she wish to provide them. "The Force is with me and I am with the Force," he intones solemnly. The sound of the Padawan taking in a deep, cleansing breath can be heard among the soft hiss and growl of the forge's readied flame.
A hand extends forward from his knee and he seeks to extend his reach through the Force itself. Parting its currents as he envisions his hand around the crystal amid its field of debris. In that moment the Force can be felt to tremble by those capable of feeling such things.
The crystal does not move. Where the Padawan had sought to embrace it within the Force, it resisted his touch. It did not rise from its place upon the workshop floor, but instead laid defiantly upon it. This is felt by Zalon and the frown that tugs across his otherwise serene features is noticeable.
One could say that Rey was here for moral support. She wanted Zalon to succeed, and restore his weapon, and tool, back to its proper condition. But, up to this point she'd been silent.
She'd found her way in to the forge area, and found a place to seat herself. She'd had her hood down when they'd arrived, but upon seating, she pulled it up over her head, to help keep her comfortably happy amidst the chill of the Tempes air. She'd been away for some time, but had recently returned, and having grown up on a warm planet, the chill of the cold was still a bit jarring to her.
When he began, Rey already had her eyes shut, she was already meditating, and sensing the planet around them, and beyond.
At the challenge that Zalon faced, Rey opened her eyes again, and showed a faint smile. She watched him for several moments, before he would hear her soft voice, with its Core World's accent.
"You're over thinking it..." She tells the Lasat. "Relax your nerves, do not stress on the what will be, and take peace in the what is..."
[PASS ( +47)] Zalon Bo's Telekinesis @ (100) diff.
The tremble within the Force begins to fade away and once more the steady flow of it returns. It wasn't Zalon's withdrawal that brought that peace, but instead the guidance of Grand Master Rey and the voice that seems to draw him from the place of momentary defeat and back toward the universal truth of the Jedi Order. Some day there would be a treacherous path, with its routes barred and guarded, with all manner of precarious pitfalls to ward the way. In such moments the Jedi must not shrink from adversity, but must persevere and overcome to find the way forward. Thus as the Lasat's presence in the Force begins to shift, he draws upon the memories of his own youth. The adherence to Ashla in the time before he had left Lira San.
Now a Padawan within the Jedi Order, he recognized Ashla as the Force and it was his ally. Again he reaches out within the flow of the Force and within the intangible, his hand carefully lifts the crystal from its place amid the debris. Once more he opens himself to the Force and through him, the crystal as well. Through their shared connection to it, he seeks to renew the bond that had been forged years ago between their triarchy: his crystal, himself, and the Force.
A slowly breath is released and by the end of Rey's words, they seem to be spoken through water as he submerges himself within the Force. Distant, but audible. Muffled, yet clear. All of life around himself is felt, beyond only himself and the Grand Master. Throughout the Jedi's enclave and beyond he reaches out to connect the balance of the Force and his own place within it.
Slowly more components of the lightsaber begin to rise up. One by one the pieces begin to levitate near one another, standing ready to be bound together to create an elegant tool from the many, forged into one.
As Zalon sees more success, with renewed focus, Rey's eyes watch the Lasat with a quiet role of observer. From the doorway to the forge, another figure arrives, dressed in a deep chocolate hued robe. She moves toward where the two are, and finds a place to seat herself beside her mother. Miramir, a friend to Zalon, and the child of the Grand Master, also takes up the role of a silent observer. With features that look almost identical to her mother's own, the darker haired girl silently watches with deep brown eyes. Mira affords a glance to her mother, and looks as though she is about to speak, when Rey silences her with a side-ways look of her own.
"You're doing well, Zalon." Rey quietly encourages him, as Mira smiles with a inner pride at seeing her friend progressing toward a new saber hilt. She wants to speak up, but instead, she closes her eyes, crosses her legs, and begins to meditate within the Force herself, hoping to provide a sense of unity toward the Lasat across from where she sits beside her mother.
A cold wind moves across the building, a light snow falling outside, with thick clouds in the sky high above. People mill about the Jedi Outpost, performing daily tasks, jobs, and moving between educational destinations, where they hope to advance their training. Beyond the Outpost, the village to the south is bustling with activity, and the world itself is alive, and balanced with its natural habitat entirely in-order.
The galaxy looms beyond that, a constant ebb and flow of ever changing dynamics, dangers, death, life, love, loss, fear, anger, misery and unparalleled joy. Rey has reached a point where many of these elements are felt through her passive presence in the Force, but for Zalon, and her daughter to her right, the senses that makeup the Force itself come with a bit more effort yet still.
[PASS ( +25)] Zalon Bo's Telekinesis @ (100) diff.
Unseen, but instead felt, the presence of another move into the workshop is brought into Zalon's awareness. It is a presence that is felt well before its arrival and one that he had felt in times past, present, and potentially future. All paths were open when one's ally was the Force. He breathes slowly and deeply. The deeper his connection to the Force goes, the slowly his breathing becomes. For long seconds his breathing draws to a halt and from one moment to the next, those long seconds grow yet longer. The words spoken are as much felt as heard as the muffling veil is gradually drawn away as the Lasat's senses grow outward and attune themselves to the flow of fabric of the galaxy: the Force.
The familiar presence's presence can be felt and the sense of togetherness like a reassuring hand placed upon an uncertain shoulder.
A Jedi is never alone. Their fellow Jedi will ever stand by their side, together. In the absence of all else, the Force will always be there. He does not draw the Force to himself, but instead allows himself to float serenely upon it and within it as it pours through the crystal and himself in their own bond of unity.
The components begin to glide through the air. Parts that had been heated within the forge itself begin to twist and bend, assuming their proper shapes. The individual gradually becomes one as the hand grip and lens assembly are bound together, not only physically, but in the threads of the Force that weaves them together. More and more of the components begin to come together, seeking out their proper place as Padawan Bo's guidance through the Force fixes the power cell into place and the emitter matrix is slowly, but purposefully, screwed into place through the gentle motions of the Force.
Now the Lasat has gone still, his hand hand before himself. His breathing halts as he commits himself fully to the wellspring of existence.
Rey's eyes were open, watching Zalon's progress, while Miaramir's were closed, her own focus held within that of the Force itself, willing it to show her the results of the forging taking place before her. The 16 year old Jedi Padawan simply utilized her training within the Force to observe, her breathing coming light through her nose, while her mother watched directly.
Rey's chin dipped down very gently, as she watched the pieces slip together on unseen hands. her eyelashes fluttered very slightly in a breeze coming from the heating element in the room, while her attention was solely upon that of Zalon's progress.
"The Force is your ally, the lightsaber is your extension through the energy that binds all of us together. You, and the weapon, are one, and with it, you are a selfless servant of the wills of the Force."
She spoke very softly, her voice a sing-song whisper, allowing it to flutter its way between her daughter's ears, and that of the Lasat in the midst of his rebuilding his hilt anew.
"it will serve you well, as you it." Rey added, still speaking in a ghostly tone of a voice, yet lacing it with a warm, and hopefully soothing, edge.
The hilt begins to turn within its levitation and the crystal begins to orbit the rotating hilt. They flow like fallen leaves on the surface of a stream's current. Together the two pieces seek to dance about one another, weaving themselves together in the Force within the guidance hand of that binds each of the pieces together. The Padawan's fingers twitch within his breathless meditation and he seeks to gently guide hilt and crystal together. He feels the crystal settle into place within its housing. Through the Force he binds himself to the lightsaber and it to him as Zalon's mind and body open to the Force.
Slowly his hand extends forward as though in the midst of a dream. Where his motions within the Force may be felt, the rise of his hand can be seen and heard by the rustle of fabric of his tunic and robes.
The presence of Rey and Miramir likewise envelope his senses, drawing all within the workshop into a rich tapestry of life and the Light side of the Force. He finally breathes. A draws in a low, soft breath as he begins to lift himself from the current of the Force as the lightsaber's hilt comes to rest within his hand. The cool feel of its surface against his three thick fingers and equally thick thumb as they close around the hilt designed to his own specifications and size. The warmth of the Force begins to drift away, only to be replaced by the chill of Tempes. He breathes again, slowly and with purpose as the newly forged lightsaber rests within his hand. In that precious moment he does not look to Miramir or Rey, though their presence is surely felt in all of its supportive warmth. In this moment the Lasat's golden eyes rest upon the hilt as it stands ready to serve the oppressed and endangered. In his palm it stands ready to oppose tyranny and the devouring darkness.
The Jedi Padawan's fingers close around the hilt and his eyes drift closed once more as he reaches out to connect himself to it once again.
Both Rey, and her daughter, sat cross legged on the small meditation chairs surrounding the forging area. With Mira having her eyes closed, and Rey having hers open, the two were both focused upon Zalon's efforts, but in different capacitties. When the hilt came together, Rey raised her chin up again, as Mira opened her eyes. The younger of the two women leaned forward to eye the hilt, a slow grin appearing on her youthful visage, as her eyes swept over to Rey. She grinned at her mother, who stared ahead with a even toned expression.
Mira looked to Zalon next, her hands resting upon her knees, with her baggy robe sleeves draped over her thighs. "You did it." She quietly said over to the Lasat, not honestly sure if the hilt is actually functional, however. "Well done, Zal." The young Padawan added, even smiling brightly now, and emitting a little short laugh.
Rey, however, drew in a small breath, gave her daughter a second's glance, before she put her eyes on the purple furred Lasat. "How do you feel it turned out?" She inquires of the tall alien male.
"You'd best rise, and give it a test..." She added in her calming voice.
Mira was quick to glance between them, before she'd push off of her knees and rise up to stand before the forge, waiting to see the results of Zalon's work, a grin showing on her face, exuding that ever-present air of positivity she always had about her.
The call to rise up finds Zalon moving to stand. His prehensile toes reaching and gripping at the floor as he shifts himself up to his full height. Out of habit his chin dips, bowing his head to prevent it from bashing against a ceiling that for a change isn't grazing his scalp. He does not leap to ignite his lightsaber anew, but instead turns his attention to the two that he had felt within the Force. The two that had stood shoulder to shoulder alongside him, even if in the most metaphorical of senses. He offers a deep bow from the waist toward the Grand Master, his respect given a physical representation within his bow. Toward Miramir, Zalon's attention then travels and a warm smile is cast toward the younger Padawan. To her is offers a polite, yet humbled bow of his head in recognition of her presence and support before he speaks in his usual voice that possesses a distinct rumbling depth, which is tempered by the warm embrace of his tone, "Mira, it is so good to see you again. I felt your arrival and your presence, it was truly heartening. Thank you," he concludes with another soft dip of his chin from his great height.
"I believe it will function and that is all that a Jedi truly needs," he answers with golden eyes that turn to regard Rey and Mira both. He continues as his hand lifts, holding the hilt within his palm and with fingers acting as a corral for it, without truly gripping it within a fist, "It was forged anew after balance was brought once more to our connection. That is what is truly important."
He extends his arm aside, creating a safe space for the test of the lightsaber. While the hilt itself may look quite ordinary as far as embellishments and design goes, the snap and hiss that sends the brilliant beam springing to life and throwing off its steady green glow shows that appearances aren't everything.
It was after Zal had risen, and after Miramir had stood up ahead of him, that Rey rose up to her full height. Standing at an identical height to that of her daughter, the lighter haired Grand Jedi Master watched as Zal ignited the emrald beam.
Mira reacted first, her bright smile gaining more ferver, her hands rising up to press palms together, and fingers lacing between one another. She was happy for her friend.
Rey looked to her daughter, then toward the beam emitting from the hilt. She swept her eyes to Zalon's own, and she too showed a soft smile.
"You did good," she tells him. "A good saber, that will serve you, and the will of the Force quite well."
Mira, seemingly beside herself with happiness for the Lasat, raises up on her toes, before dropping back to the heels of her boots. She glances to her mother, who side-eyes her, causing the young Padawan to regain her composure. Mira's hands went to her sides, her expression smoothed over, and she bowed toward Zalon. "Nicely done." Mira added there after.
Rey, smiling again, put a hand on her daughter's arm, before she looked back to Zal. "We'll let the dining hall know to prepare a bit of food to celebrate another successful saber build tonight." She adds, showing a slight grin. "I better head to the Oasis, there are others wishing to speak with me since my return."
Rey showed Zal a soft smile, and a light bow of her head, as she turned to step toward the forge's exit, while Miramir stayed behind, clearly happy for her friend.
The compliments bring a soft smile to the Lasat's broad, flat features and his golden eyes shift from Grand Master to Padawan. The congratulations are met by words of appreciation and the talk of a bit of food being prepared in celebration only serves to bring Zalon's smile to a small grin. The call for her departure though does bring Zal into another bow, this one deep and held for a moment. Upon his rising up to his full height, Zalon speaks in answer to Rey's impending departure, "Thank you once again, Master. May the Force be with you," he says solemnly.
Then it's back to Miramir and Zal's smile remains soft and warm, though his eyes speak of his excitement as he comments toward her as the lightsaber is soon returned to rest beneath the concealing folds of his traveling cloak and once again hangs from its place upon his utility belt. Now with his hands freed, Zal's able to bring his hands into light fists which pump triumphantly before himself as he addresses Miramir, "I appreciate your support, Mira. How has your training progressed? Growing tired of Tempes yet?" The question is asked and the answer is surely already known, but his warm smile seems to invite the younger Padawan to tell him all about her events that have transpired in her life since the last their paths crossed.
