Log:Somewhere in the middle - Training

Somewhere in the middle - Training

Location: The Malachor
Participants: Narsai Ordo, Mara Jade

A smile, a nod, the woman still wrapped in her armor's undersuit makes to stand now, leaning against the nearby crate she had been levitating earlier. "I would welcome your interest," she nods lightly. A breath, the younger Ordo sibling now turned Mandalore begins to speak. "I do not believe that Mandalore will or even should be completely pacifist. To destroy our culture and our history is as bad as the Empire's domination. Instead I want to focus it." A smile, she closes her eyes. "I want us to be strong, united once more and to rebuild our cities. The Mandalorians should again be a force in the galaxy, but this time? It can be a force for good. We can use our strength to defend our home and our people, not to try and destroy the homes and peoples of others."

Mara Jade listens. She is slow to rise but does stand while Narsai speaks. And while she speaks, Mara is focused upon her without distraction.

"You have wisdom that many do not have years later in life. As Mandalore that will help you a great deal. Listen to your instincts. To your heart. Hold to what you believe is right and true for your people and you will certainly bring them far along your desired path if not succeed completely in your own time."

Walking over she glances around the hold then back. "The Force cannot be taught to someone in a day. Any more than one can explain to another who was born blind what starlight looks like from space, or from the surface of a planet. It will take time. But I sense you will adapt and adjust well. I am only here to help you find the path. Not make it for you or lead you down it."

Narsai smiles at that, still remaining leaning against the crate as her eyes open once more. "I am perhaps the youngest Mandalore in our history, did you know that?" she addresses the other redhead, tilting her head to the side. "I didn't seek the mantle, I sought to help my brother claim it. He did for a time, but when he vanished it fell to me. Even for all I have done, my claim of the Darksaber or the restoration of the Basilisks, there are still some who would not follow a woman and many more who would not follow a 'Dar'Jetti' witch."

A smile, she brings her arms to cross under her bust before looking up at Mara. "I have learned a lot on my own. I've forged lightsabers, although to my regret their wielders did not seem as deserving of them as I had hoped. I've perfected what I have learned, but now I find myself at a wall. I want you to help me climb that wall, or break it down."

"I did not know that Narsai. But then there is much about your culture I don't know. Little more than what common holonet archives offer really." She walks over and sits on the edge of one of the crates. "Crafting one saber is a feat worthy of note. Crafting a number? That is a skill many believe as lost and forgotten as the ways of the Jedi themselves."

"I am no Jedi Master.. or a Knight or whatever title those at the academy will choose for this era. But what I can show you I will. And we will find a way past barriers if such exists."

She chuckles despite herself, nodding her head and moving towards her armor. While her body obscures where she draws it from, when she turns the Mandalorian woman holds a lightsaber hilt in her hand, seemingly slightly different in design to most Mara might have held. "This saber, the 'Darksaber' has been with my people since ancient history. It supposedly belonged to the first Mandalorian Jedi. For a time it marked a right to lead, but it was lost a long time ago. I retrieved it and rebuilt it, made it my own with a crystal of my own, but it was not the first lightsaber I discovered. The first was a broken one brought to me. When I fixed it? It was like...instinct. I think that was the first moment I started 'waking up'." Mara Jade watches with interest, eyes following Narsai then dropping to the hilt in her hand. Her gaze sparks with recognition as the story is told and she nods. "Symbols of the past do not hold the power over the masses as they did a decade or three ago. Or millennia." She stands and walks over to meet the other woman half way, eyes on the other then falling to the hilt again. "So the original focusing crystal was damaged or lost?" Wondering why she would consider replacing such an iconic component.

"It was," Narsai nods, turning the hilt over in her hand. "The blade used to 'glow' a deep black that sucked light into it like a void, causing an eclipse-like effect. I still retain it, but..." she trails off and looks up at the other woman, chuckling a little. "This lightsaber means more to me. A history reforged in the palm of my hand, by my own hand. It's helped me defend others and myself, and it just means a little more." A pause, she tilts her head to the other side. "Do you carry a lightsaber Mara? I know they are dangerous, it is the main reason I keep mine concealed." Mara Jade nods in understanding. "I suppose I was applying too much logic. If the blade did not remain dark, would it still be 'the' Dark Saber..." she laughs. "You know it to be and your people surely recognize the hilt for its provenance. That is what matters I imagine."

She smiles and nods. "Lightsabers are dangerous. As weapons. And as icons of what they once represented. Now... it seems they represent a threat to the Order and to Kylo Ren.. and his would-be knights."

Glancing down to her belt, she unhurriedly reaches behind her right hip where the pouches hanging from the belt seem to have concealed a relatively ordinary brushed metal cylinder that can only be a saber hilt. Near the emitter there is a matte black ring of cooling fins to help dissipate heat build up. Otherwise it might just be a simple light stick for seeing in dark spaces. "But as you know, a saber can also offer great protection."

A tilt of her head, Narsai blinks a little. Something about the weapon was familier, a few pieces she'd seen before. Coincidence or...? Despite herself the Mandalorian smiles. Perhaps it was fate. Instead she nods her head. "The blade itself doesn't look like a normal blade, the way the first knight made it gives it a 'sharper' and more 'blade like' rather than the standard energy beam.

Her talk of threats has the woman exhaling and standing from her position against the crate. "And now there's a bounty on people like us. Seems they do think we're a threat."

Mara Jade notices the reaction as her own saber hilt is displayed. She glances to it then back. Before she makes a comment, she responds. "That would make some sense I suppose. I understand the workings of sabers and the theory but the aesthetics and artful craftsmanship are aspects I have much to learn of myself." She then nods, "yes. There will always be fear and hatred of those who are different or have more abilities than the masses. It is fostered and encouraged by the Order and Ren."

"Before anything else, I was a pilot and a mechanic. I grew up tinkering and repairing things. Machines speak to me and a lightsaber was no different." A shake of her head, Narsai steps closer to the other woman before folding her arms over her chest. "But anyway, perhaps one day when Mandalore is united once more we will be able to build a place for people like us. Not Jedi, not Sith, just people."

Mara Jade nods and smiles wistfully. "Such a place would be a nice goal. I am not certain such could exist for long without conflict but it is a noble desire. Those who wish to know one side or the other of the Force are not likely to remain at peace around each other. It would be a delicate dance to nagivate such potential conflicts. But it could certainly be done by a strong and driven leader I'm sure."

"A strong leader perhaps," Narsai nods. "But a stronger family? Without a doubt." Another chuckle is given and the woman tilts her head to the side before stepping closer and gesturing to the open space. "But perhaps we've taken enough time talking." The shorter redhead smiles, looking up at Mara. "I await your instruction."

Mara Jade smiles. "even families can reach the breaking point." Then she nods. "Of course." She puts her hilt away once again, a soft click as it is secured to a caribiner on her belt. "You spoke of a barrier or barriers.. walls? Areas of the Force you have not been able to push past? Tell me of them? What do you experience when you reach that point or try to go past?" "My...resource tells me that size and don't matter to the force, but it's not so easy." Narsai explains, biting her bottom lip. "When I channel the force to move faster, I feel amazing...but I also feel like there is just a little more. Like I could move a -little- faster, hit a little hader, if I could just push that bit more. But I don't seem to know how to push." Mara Jade listens and nods as the difficulties are explained.

"It's not easy, what you're talking about." She looks around the hold. "You are correct. Within the Force, one of those crates when empty is no heavier than one that is completely full. The Force does not... differentiate between them? I'm not sure how else to describe it. mostly? The weight? is in our own understanding of reality. Our minds know that an empty cargo crate is lighter than a full one. And it is difficult to see past logic. To be so in tune with the Force that it overcomes our established reality and allows the Force to completely flow through us."

A nod, a frown, Narsai bites her bottom lip. "So we have to overcome a limitation of our minds we don't really know we have. To 'feel' what you don't know you're feeling and then change it?" A little nod from Narsai and she exhales. "You're right. It's not easy at all." Mara Jade nods. "It is why the history of the Jedi indicates they preferred to find children with Force sensitivity. There was less logic and unlearning to be done before the student could truly begin to progress." She crosses her arms and sighs. "But... we do not live in a time where it is that simple at the moment. And it will never be simple for those of us already into adulthood, mmm?" A smile of encouragement is offered, "But that is not to say that it is impossible. Luke Skywalker was not a child and he became one of the greatest Jedi ever."