Sublevel 19 Training Dojo Archive - Erril, Andrew Valor
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Sublevel 19 Training Dojo Archive - Erril, Andrew Valor
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Re: Sublevel 19 Training Dojo Archive - Erril, Andrew Valor
Sublevel 19 Training Dojo
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Erril Winterhold [ Thu May 19, 2011 9:56 pm ]
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Sublevel 19 Training Dojo
The entire nineteenth level of the Jedi Temple was dedicated to some of the most grueling, and realistic, training the entire order had to offer within their own walls. The Sublevel 19 Dojo was equipped for a multitude of combat situations and took up the entire floor that it occupied. A large tributary of the Temple's waterways piped through the middle of the huge training ground, and created a river that could be made to overflow at a moment's notice. In another section was a network of ravines and trenches that could be used for several kinds of strategic practices, as well as simple high-ground training.
Since the level was such a huge place, it wasn't a hard feat to incorporate more than just one or two natural settings into the trainign field. Along the western end of the area was a thick rainforest that was hardly maintained more than necessary. A wide open plain with scattered patches of knee-deep simulated quicksand ran parellel to the forested area, and separated the jungle from the river except for the end nearest the tributary waterway. On the far end of the river from the sandy plain and rainforest, things changed up a fair bit, and picked up a bit more of an urbanized edge.
The earlier mentioned Ravine system runs along the side of the river, and even joins in one place, making for a massive mud pit, but the ravine system adjoins to more things than just the waterway. On the far end of the ravine labyrinth from the river, four blocks of a simulated city have been built to train in urban warfare and battle tactics; the adjoining end of the ravine network intertwines and burrows beneath two of those blocks, and can also be accessed by a little known passage in the city square.
Built slightly aside from the simulated terrain fields, there are sections of land designed to simulate earthquakes and mock explosions. Other sections are a little more specifically maintained, and deal with low gravity as well as extra heavy.
The entirety of the Sublevel 19 Training Dojo, or certain sections of it if chosen, are subject to artificial inclement weather that is directed from an observation platform that is built into the north wall of the huge subterranean temple floor. Those who tread here without expressed business are certainly welcome to explore as they will, but they should be warned of certain threats; recovered and reprogrammed battledroids of varying classifications may be set to patrol random sections of the dojo. Worst of all, you never know when you may be paid an unexpected visit from a hidden master.
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Andrew North [ Sat Mar 24, 2012 12:05 pm ]
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Re: Sublevel 19 Training Dojo
A whisper of simulated wind scattered chips of rock as he knelt in the hard dirt near the ravine. Wisps of silvered hair waved as the breeze past. He paid no attention. Kept his worn face angled downward, grey eyes closed, listening to the dojo. The Echani, a male in his late forties rested on his knees, back rod-straight. He lifted his face up. Eyes, though closed, looked forward. His hands made an oval shape, fingertips barely touching. The manufactured wind and the drummed up sky weren't helping.
The Echani, Andrew James Valor, took solace in the water. Piped in through Coruscant as it was, its running put his mind at ease. At least something in this city was real.
He extended himself, pushing the energy, the force, out from him. He reached out to feel his surroundings, and be felt by them. A litany of familiar energies, signatures, harmonized for a second. It would take some time, he thought, before home would make sense again. He stretched the force through the dojo and the temple, knowing it in the slightest way. He let his body relax, and ease. It had been a while.
Two simple lightsabers rested on the ground in front of him. Both simple, made of phrik with a simple half shell flash-supressor. Simple, unadorned. Weapons, and weapons only. There was nothing about the blades that would call attention to them. One was a standard saber, the other, a shoto.
The Echani dressed in a black armorweave shirt and loose pants, woven of the same material. A loose cloth, yet mostly blaster-proof. He wore a hardened armorweave jerkin over the shirt, overlain with plates of beskar. Years ago, the armor may have been black. Now, the red had faded, and the steel-colored phrik alloy shown through. He wore gauntlets and boots of the same material, with articulated beskar plates over the armorweave. A black bandana covered his forehead, and kept his shaggy silvered hair in place.
He took a deep breath through his nose and held it for a moment. His eyes snapped open, and he pulled his extended focus back to himself in an instant, letting the air blast out of his mouth in a yell. He took hold of the sabers, and stood up, He kept the long saber in his hand, and clipped the shoto onto his belt.
Rolling his shoulders, he smiled from under a simple grey moustache.
Max. He said. Begin.
Author:
Andrew North [ Sat Mar 24, 2012 12:50 pm ]
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Re: Sublevel 19 Training Dojo
::Gear-gutter: Sublevel Dojo, 0900::
Ten feet away, the dirt began to shift, rotate. A disc the size of a manhole cover spun around twice scattering chips of stone, and then split in half. A cacophony of mechanical moaning followed as an elevator within the ground lifted. Valor's smile bent into a hard smirk and his eyes narrowed, vision cutting straight at the hole as a steel head rose from the dust. His mind wheeled into action, and he felt the energy course through muscle and nerve. Battlemind.
XR8, basic lightsaber training drone. Generally single weapon, no emotion, no intentions.
The droid stood six foot flat. Matted grey, and made of reinforced durasteel. It stood like a cadaver in a coffin. Rigid. Head angled down. Off. A whirring started as the droid's torso cleared the hole in the dust. It's head lifted, and two red eyes lit. It rotated its wrists and arm joints, as if loosening itself. It watched the Echani as he sunk into a stance, knees bent, right foot forward. The droid held a nondescript lightsaber in its skeletal hands. It took a step forward, the lift closing behind it.
Then, silence.
Eight feet. Should take about a half-second.
Valor dropped his right hand to his left side. He held the lightsaber, thumb brushing against the switch, like the handle of a sword. He sunk a little, letting his knees bend. His body loose but taught, relaxed and ready.
The droid took a simple stance, staying light on it's mechanical talons. If it could have smiled, it would have. Took a quick step forward, closing the distance. As the droid reached Andrew it slammed off it's left floot, igniting the blue-green lightsaber. It raised the energy blade, mid-step, above its head.
Nothing unnecessary. There should never be ...
Valor's eyes flashed as he saw the blue blade arc toward him. He breathed out, and his right hand tightened briefly on the saber. His thumb hammered onto the power-switch and the silver blade burst to life. He drew the sword forward, like a blade from its sheath. His arm carried the arc as the saber lenghtened.
Energy coursed through his nerves, accelerating, force-speed, for just one, microsecond of an instant.
The cut aimed to travel across the droid's mid section, to sever it in two across the chest. He pushed off with his left foot, and slammed the ball of his right into the earth, blade making contact with the droid in the same instant. The droid's stroke stopped as its lightsaber hilt passed its eyes, still in mid swing.
The saber tore burned through the droid. The stroke fell quickly, in a microsecond, the droid's chest fell to the the ground, followed by the legs.
A second blow
The droid fell, crumpled to the ground, the saber turning off as the droid's hand released it. Valor's sword continued it's arc. He pulled the hilt up, parallel to his head, the saber pointed behind him, edge to the simulated sky. He made a second quick cut, taking the blade down and to the right.
He relaxed, and let the blade hung loosely at his right side.
Next.
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Erril Winterhold [ Thu May 19, 2011 9:56 pm ]
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Sublevel 19 Training Dojo
The entire nineteenth level of the Jedi Temple was dedicated to some of the most grueling, and realistic, training the entire order had to offer within their own walls. The Sublevel 19 Dojo was equipped for a multitude of combat situations and took up the entire floor that it occupied. A large tributary of the Temple's waterways piped through the middle of the huge training ground, and created a river that could be made to overflow at a moment's notice. In another section was a network of ravines and trenches that could be used for several kinds of strategic practices, as well as simple high-ground training.
Since the level was such a huge place, it wasn't a hard feat to incorporate more than just one or two natural settings into the trainign field. Along the western end of the area was a thick rainforest that was hardly maintained more than necessary. A wide open plain with scattered patches of knee-deep simulated quicksand ran parellel to the forested area, and separated the jungle from the river except for the end nearest the tributary waterway. On the far end of the river from the sandy plain and rainforest, things changed up a fair bit, and picked up a bit more of an urbanized edge.
The earlier mentioned Ravine system runs along the side of the river, and even joins in one place, making for a massive mud pit, but the ravine system adjoins to more things than just the waterway. On the far end of the ravine labyrinth from the river, four blocks of a simulated city have been built to train in urban warfare and battle tactics; the adjoining end of the ravine network intertwines and burrows beneath two of those blocks, and can also be accessed by a little known passage in the city square.
Built slightly aside from the simulated terrain fields, there are sections of land designed to simulate earthquakes and mock explosions. Other sections are a little more specifically maintained, and deal with low gravity as well as extra heavy.
The entirety of the Sublevel 19 Training Dojo, or certain sections of it if chosen, are subject to artificial inclement weather that is directed from an observation platform that is built into the north wall of the huge subterranean temple floor. Those who tread here without expressed business are certainly welcome to explore as they will, but they should be warned of certain threats; recovered and reprogrammed battledroids of varying classifications may be set to patrol random sections of the dojo. Worst of all, you never know when you may be paid an unexpected visit from a hidden master.
Author:
Andrew North [ Sat Mar 24, 2012 12:05 pm ]
Post subject:
Re: Sublevel 19 Training Dojo
A whisper of simulated wind scattered chips of rock as he knelt in the hard dirt near the ravine. Wisps of silvered hair waved as the breeze past. He paid no attention. Kept his worn face angled downward, grey eyes closed, listening to the dojo. The Echani, a male in his late forties rested on his knees, back rod-straight. He lifted his face up. Eyes, though closed, looked forward. His hands made an oval shape, fingertips barely touching. The manufactured wind and the drummed up sky weren't helping.
The Echani, Andrew James Valor, took solace in the water. Piped in through Coruscant as it was, its running put his mind at ease. At least something in this city was real.
He extended himself, pushing the energy, the force, out from him. He reached out to feel his surroundings, and be felt by them. A litany of familiar energies, signatures, harmonized for a second. It would take some time, he thought, before home would make sense again. He stretched the force through the dojo and the temple, knowing it in the slightest way. He let his body relax, and ease. It had been a while.
Two simple lightsabers rested on the ground in front of him. Both simple, made of phrik with a simple half shell flash-supressor. Simple, unadorned. Weapons, and weapons only. There was nothing about the blades that would call attention to them. One was a standard saber, the other, a shoto.
The Echani dressed in a black armorweave shirt and loose pants, woven of the same material. A loose cloth, yet mostly blaster-proof. He wore a hardened armorweave jerkin over the shirt, overlain with plates of beskar. Years ago, the armor may have been black. Now, the red had faded, and the steel-colored phrik alloy shown through. He wore gauntlets and boots of the same material, with articulated beskar plates over the armorweave. A black bandana covered his forehead, and kept his shaggy silvered hair in place.
He took a deep breath through his nose and held it for a moment. His eyes snapped open, and he pulled his extended focus back to himself in an instant, letting the air blast out of his mouth in a yell. He took hold of the sabers, and stood up, He kept the long saber in his hand, and clipped the shoto onto his belt.
Rolling his shoulders, he smiled from under a simple grey moustache.
Max. He said. Begin.
Author:
Andrew North [ Sat Mar 24, 2012 12:50 pm ]
Post subject:
Re: Sublevel 19 Training Dojo
::Gear-gutter: Sublevel Dojo, 0900::
Ten feet away, the dirt began to shift, rotate. A disc the size of a manhole cover spun around twice scattering chips of stone, and then split in half. A cacophony of mechanical moaning followed as an elevator within the ground lifted. Valor's smile bent into a hard smirk and his eyes narrowed, vision cutting straight at the hole as a steel head rose from the dust. His mind wheeled into action, and he felt the energy course through muscle and nerve. Battlemind.
XR8, basic lightsaber training drone. Generally single weapon, no emotion, no intentions.
The droid stood six foot flat. Matted grey, and made of reinforced durasteel. It stood like a cadaver in a coffin. Rigid. Head angled down. Off. A whirring started as the droid's torso cleared the hole in the dust. It's head lifted, and two red eyes lit. It rotated its wrists and arm joints, as if loosening itself. It watched the Echani as he sunk into a stance, knees bent, right foot forward. The droid held a nondescript lightsaber in its skeletal hands. It took a step forward, the lift closing behind it.
Then, silence.
Eight feet. Should take about a half-second.
Valor dropped his right hand to his left side. He held the lightsaber, thumb brushing against the switch, like the handle of a sword. He sunk a little, letting his knees bend. His body loose but taught, relaxed and ready.
The droid took a simple stance, staying light on it's mechanical talons. If it could have smiled, it would have. Took a quick step forward, closing the distance. As the droid reached Andrew it slammed off it's left floot, igniting the blue-green lightsaber. It raised the energy blade, mid-step, above its head.
Nothing unnecessary. There should never be ...
Valor's eyes flashed as he saw the blue blade arc toward him. He breathed out, and his right hand tightened briefly on the saber. His thumb hammered onto the power-switch and the silver blade burst to life. He drew the sword forward, like a blade from its sheath. His arm carried the arc as the saber lenghtened.
Energy coursed through his nerves, accelerating, force-speed, for just one, microsecond of an instant.
The cut aimed to travel across the droid's mid section, to sever it in two across the chest. He pushed off with his left foot, and slammed the ball of his right into the earth, blade making contact with the droid in the same instant. The droid's stroke stopped as its lightsaber hilt passed its eyes, still in mid swing.
The saber tore burned through the droid. The stroke fell quickly, in a microsecond, the droid's chest fell to the the ground, followed by the legs.
A second blow
The droid fell, crumpled to the ground, the saber turning off as the droid's hand released it. Valor's sword continued it's arc. He pulled the hilt up, parallel to his head, the saber pointed behind him, edge to the simulated sky. He made a second quick cut, taking the blade down and to the right.
He relaxed, and let the blade hung loosely at his right side.
Next.
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