USS Dark Fire (IC)

[milkmaiden38]

Hora
"I think I'll pass on this first class. Think about inviting Lt Loka Bumme as well. That might prevent Lt Sol from going all "raging dinosaur" during the training.

Hora went over to her command station and began to review the local star charts.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.0545

Ensign Yito Seja:​

“It’s no interruption,” Yito replied as she slowed and moved to the side of the track, stepping off when they reached an open space. “Yes, I can teach you what I know. Which form are you interested in learning?”

The Ensign couldn’t have been on the track long as she wasn’t winded or even sweating yet. “I know a few at Mastery level, and a couple others at beginner level.”

“Bajorian is my best, but I’ve studied the Starfleet Security and MACO regimens, as well as a few others. Though I haven’t mastered them all. Did you know that Humans from Earth have more varieties of martial arts than any other species? Far to many for anyone to ever learn them all.”

Reeves:​

“Thank you for the suggestion Captain, it’s appreciated.” Reeves said as she walked to her command station.

Working on the message he sent it out to the MACO’s and Security staff. As well as:

Lt. Loka Bumme​

Ensign Yito Seja
Counselor Dr. Xiana Marlowe
2nd Lt. Alfredo Araiza
LCdr. Shino ‘Tiger’ McLeo
Dr. L’Sa T’Ker T’Gahn, Ph.d

Acceptance was limited to ten. With final approval by Commander Jordan Reeves​

 

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◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

Falling in line with the ensign, Xiana contemplated her question. “I knew there was a variety, but I wasn’t aware we had the most.” Shamefully, it made sense. Humans never seemed to get enough conflict or ego increase. “I’m looking for an even knowledge of offense and defense long-term, although I’m sure it’s wiser to be comfortable with defensive methods first. I assume self-preservation is a priority for beginners.”

She took a moment to sip some water. “I’m not quite sure what Bajorian is, but I’m open to anything you have mastery in.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.0550

Yito:

“Defense and offense are fluid. By defending you attack, and by attacking you defend. Bajorian focuses on incapacitating and killing an opponent. It was reformed during the Cardassian Occupation to be more effective against Cardassian physiology but the strikes are effective against all species.”

“Before the occupation it was more of a blocking and redirection technique. But I know enough about different styles to tech you what you want. But the first thing you learn is how to stand, move your feet, and survive a fall.”

“The second is how to be calm. After that's strikes, blocks and throws.” Yito explained calmly. “I work the overnight shift now, so I’m available whenever you want to learn.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Lt. Sol and Lt. Bumme

Where did it all go wrong?

Zosh didn’t need to ask. The answer had been etched into every misstep, every moment he let pride, his ego and arrogance pull him out of the running. He was built for greatness—everyone had said so—but ego had made him reckless. Loka had seen it, exploited it, and played him like a virtuoso plays a flawed instrument.

“I’m not resigning,” Zosh muttered, eyes locked on the shimmering 3D chessboard. “But I think you’ve won this round.”

Loka tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Did you let me win?”

Zosh’s jaw tightened. “No.” The word came out like a growl. Losing was a language he refused to speak.

A soft chime—“Beep, beep”—broke the tension. Loka glanced at her interface and lit up.

“Ooh, look at this! Commander Reeves just invited me to a training seminar—‘Introduction to The Force.’ It’s optional, but sounds kind of cool.”

Zosh’s console blinked. He checked it, then grunted. “I got the invite too.”

“Let’s go,” Loka said, her enthusiasm bubbling over.

“Sounds dreadful,” Zosh replied, deadpan.

Loka leaned in, eyes gleaming with mischief. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

Zosh’s scowl softened into a reluctant smile. “Suddenly, it sounds... less dreadful.” He bumped his forehead gently against hers. She knew how to change his mind.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.0900

Kavela:
Climbing out of his bed she grabbed a quick shower to remove any residue from last night and dressed before leaving him sleeping in his bed. He’d better have her weapon ready soon, or last night wouldn’t get repeated.

Reeves:​

Looking over the list of applicants Reeves started selecting the candidates for the first class.

1) Cmdr. Jordan Reeves​

2) Lt. Loka Bumme
3) Ensign Yito Seja
4) Counselor Dr. Xiana Marlowe (Pending application)
5) 2nd Lt. Alfredo Araiza (Pending Application)
6) LCdr. Shino ‘Tiger’ McLeo
7) Dr. L’Sa T’Ker T’Gahn
8) 1st Lt. Kitan Jovovich
9) Lt. Zosh Sol
10) Gunnery Sergeant McPherson

 

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◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

Was outright learning how to kill people what Xiana needed? If she had any desire to keep going out on the field, likely, but the thought made her nervous. She chose to focus on the rest of Yito’s explanations.

The mention of the necessities reminded her to adjust her posture. “I can work with that. I’d appreciate your help, thank you, Ensign. Please let me know your exact availability at your earliest and when you’re free for the first course. Truly, thank you.”

It was a start, and she trusted the other woman to guide her through it. With a polite goodbye, she left for her quarters, freshening up and catching up on her early duties before encountering the commander’s invite.

After some hesitation, she declined. Xiana didn’t feel anywhere near the level likely necessary to train for such a thing. For the time being, she didn’t need more difficulty with her colleagues.

◅ ALFREDO ARAIZA ▻​

His door closing was what woke the man, seeming like quite the contradiction to how deep his sleep had been after the previous night’s activities. Then again, exercise was always good for rest.

Rubbing his eyes, he sat up and stretched his arms, the evening coming back to him in a blur. From the silence, he figured he was on his own again. Maybe, had he gotten up earlier, he could’ve prepared a breakfast. A glance at his tousled hair in a nearby full-length mirror made him grateful for his guest’s exit.

He let himself fall back onto his bed, his defined torso bare, much like the rest of him. “Dark Fire, any updates on my hearing? Dates?”

The AI still didn’t have a precise date for his hearing to return to work, but he did have an invite pending.

“Send Kavela some breakfast of her preference on my behalf. Add some cute stuff, I don’t know, a gray heart or something? Something she’ll like. And that I’ll have her thing done by today.”

Hands supporting the back of his head, he turned to the projection. “Oh, and get me in contact with Reeves. Quick call.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Yito:

“I’ll transmit my schedule of availability to your office, and I can begin at the end of your office hours today.”

Reeves:

“What can I do for you Mr. Araiza?” Reeves asked over the comm system. “Is this about your return to duty or the invitation? Or both?”

McPherson:

Responding to the Doctors request McPherson sent his martial arts fields as well as his availability. Which was basically anytime, since he wasn’t deployed on a tactical mission and was on ‘training time’ until such time as they made hostile contact.

Kavela:

Back in her own residence Kavela practiced her own forms of combat, trained from an early age by the Tal Shiar her training was quick and effective. It wasn’t about disarms or throws or blocks. It was death strikes.

When food with a card arrived she raised an eyebrow. But after reading that he’d have the device finished today she sighed in relief, at least he wasn’t being.. sappy.

At least she thought that until the stuffed animal dressed in a starfleet uniform appeared sitting next to her breakfast.​

 

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◅ ALFREDO ARAIZA ▻​

“A little early to be so formal. Loosen up, Coral Reeves” he yawned, then cleared his throat, speaking out. “Both. I wanna do the training, but I don’t want my hearing to be delayed or to have trouble with my schedule. Have you heard anything from it or from the chief? Haven’t seen her in a minute.”

“Also kinda curious as to why I got invited. I know I look great, but I haven’t really done any combat in a long time.” He did his part to stay in shape and had good reflexes, but he was a lab rat at heart. “You guys need me out there? Sidenote, aren’t Romulans like the distant cousins of Vulcans? If I wanted to impress one, what do I get them? Not a whole lotta flower shops in space.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.0905

Reeves:

“Your hearing hasn’t been scheduled yet. I’d prefer to not have to escalate your situation to that level as it would be a permanent mark on your record. Currently you’re listed as ‘Emergency Personal Leave’. Medical leave would require a notation as to type, which could potential negatively influence your status and promotional capacity with starfleet.”

“Also it’s Commander, not Coral. And I’ve requested that you partake in the classes with Ryn as they will contain meditative techniques that could possibly help you with your difficulties with authority figures.”

“And yes Romulans are related to the Vulcan’s. Thousands of years ago the V’tosh ka’tur, the Vulcans without Logic, left and settled on Romulas. The Recent Unification of the Vulcan and Romulan peoples has benefited both them and The Federation.”

“As for how to impress a Romulan, I don’t know. Impressing a Vulcan is accomplished through meditation and restraint of emotions. Or beating them at Kal-toh, but if you’re set on flowers you can always get them replicated through the unit in your quarters.”​

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.1900

Ryn

Ryn stood silently against one wall of Holodeck 3, watching as the students filed in for their first training session. When the final student took their place, he stepped forward, his presence quiet and serious.

“Welcome,” he said, his voice calm and resonant. “I am Ryn, and this is Introduction to the Force.

“Whether you believe in the Force or not is irrelevant—for belief is not a prerequisite for discipline. The techniques you’ll learn here can sharpen your instincts, strengthen your body, and focus your mind. But make no mistake: the Force is not merely a tool for combat. It is a path. A lifelong journey of perception, discipline, and transformation.

“This path is not for the faint of heart. It demands endurance. It demands sacrifice. And above all, it demands an unshakable commitment to self-mastery.”

He let the words settle before continuing, his gaze sweeping across the room.

“In this class, our first task is discovery. We will determine whether you are Force-sensitive. If you are, we’ll begin exploring the three foundational pillars of the Force: Control, Sense, and Alter.

“Your training will be structured around—meditation to center the mind, study of ancient Force texts to sharpen your understanding, and physical drills, both armed and unarmed, to forge your body and understand the Force.”

He paused, there was a small smile on his face.

“A bit about me. I was identified as Force-sensitive at a young age. My family lived on Eshan, and I was sent to the monks for training. That moment changed the course of my life.

“At the monastery, I trained in the Sublime Arts of the Seven—the sacred fighting disciplines passed down through generations. I mastered two of them. I will share those teachings with you.”

He folded his hands behind his back, his tone shifting from solemn to inviting.

"Before I begin class, are there any questions?” Ryn asked.

Reeves:​

“Not yet, but I’m sure I’ll have some soon enough.”

Yito:​

“I have questions, but I’m not sure how to ask them in any way that would make sense.”

MACO McPherson:​

“Where do we start?”

Dr. L’Sa:​

“I anticipate an interesting course of study.”

SecChief Jovovich:​

“Not yet.”

 

[milkmaiden38]

Ryn

“Excellent. Let’s begin.” Ryn’s voice rang with quiet authority. “Computer, issue non-lethal lightsabers to all students.”

With a soft hum and a flicker of blue light, sabers materialized at each student’s side—sleek, weightless, light sabers.

Ryn stepped forward, his own saber igniting with a crisp snap-hiss. “Before you swing, understand what you hold. A lightsaber is not just a weapon—it’s an extension of your will.”

He paced slowly, eyes scanning the room. “The Force resides in all living things. Every one of you carries it within. But most beings—most people—never learn to touch it. For sentient minds, however, I believe training and focus can awaken it. Whether you succeed depends on your ability to endure the discipline required to master its flow.”

He paused, letting the silence settle before continuing. “Some of you may feel the Force more easily. That’s not unfair—it’s natural. The Force can be a trickle, a stream, a river, or a flood. Imagine yourself as a door. The wider you open, the more freely the Force moves through you. Some doors begin ajar. Others must be pried open. But every door can open wide.”

Ryn turned to the console. “Computer, deploy floating targets.”

Spherical drones emerged, hovering midair. “These targets will fire low-intensity beams. A hit will deliver a mild shock. You may deflect them with your saber. Watch.”

He moved with fluid precision, his saber slicing through the air to intercept a beam with a sharp crackle. Another shot came—He twisted, deflected, and stepped back.

“You’ll begin with open eyes. Then, you’ll wear visors that block your sight. If you can sense the beams and deflect them blind, you may be Force-sensitive. It’s not a perfect test—but it’s the best we have aboard this ship.”

He deactivated his saber and nodded. “Begin.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.1905

As each of them took a lightsaber and lifted it they each wielded the weapon a little different than each other. Then in turn they started Igniting the weapons making sure to hold the weapon so the blade wouldn’t impale anyone when turned on.

Yito seemed to adapt to the lack of weight in the ‘blade’ faster than anyone. After a few moments they started working on engaging the targeting drones.

A lot of impacts on skin occurred. Before they started managing to block a couple shots. But it was definitely going to take a while to learn.

Though Yito was taking the fewest strikes, and the ones that did get her, barely touched her clothing or hair. Not enough to paralyze the muscles or cause pain.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Lt Sol
Zosh ignited his lightsaber with a snap-hiss, the blade flaring to life in a brilliant arc. He wielded it like a seasoned swordsman—his years of training with traditional blades evident in every movement. But like Yito before him, he struggled with the weapon’s unnatural weightlessness. The lack of physical resistance threw off his rhythm.

He adapted quickly.

Using his tail as a counterbalance, Zosh recalibrated his stance, compensating for the saber’s phantom heft. Within minutes, he moved like a duelist born to the weapon—fluid, precise, and deadly.

But the real challenge came when the targeting drones activated.

Without a true connection to the Force, Zosh found it nearly impossible to anticipate the drones’ shock attacks. They darted and zapped with erratic precision, delivering sharp jolts that tested his reflexes. Sol, on the other hand, relied on brute resilience. His thick hide and high pain threshold let him shrug off the shocks entirely. He responded with raw aggression—slashing, punching, and in one case, biting a drone with his jagged, tooth-filled maw.

The drones were simulated, of course. No real damage was done. But the holodeck was covered in shredded drones.

Ryn approached, arms folded, voice calm but firm.

“Zosh, the goal isn’t to destroy the drone,” he said. “It’s to block the shock attacks.”

Zosh didn’t flinch. “I understand the goal. But my method works better. A destroyed drone doesn’t shock me.”

Ryn’s tone sharpened. “If you destroy the drone, I can’t assess your Force sensitivity.”

Zosh growled, tail flicking. “The shocks are faster than biological reflexes. Blocking them consistently isn’t possible.”

Ryn raised a hand to silence the debate. “Everyone, stop what you’re doing… and watch.”

He closed his eyes, summoned his lightsaber, and stood motionless.

“Computer,” he said softly, “send a drone.”

A new drone appeared in the room, launching a flurry of shock strikes—ten in rapid succession. Ryn didn’t move his feet. His saber danced through the air, intercepting each attack with flawless timing. His eyes remained closed.

“Cease attack,” he commanded.

The drone powered down.

“I don’t believe it,” Zosh muttered.

“That,” Ryn said, “is why you failed. Try again. But this time… start by connecting with the Force.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.1910

Dr. L’Sa:

With the gravity less than her own natural environment she was able to move faster than most, but it was when she moved the target drone, not much. Just a couple inches, but it was more than enough to disrupt it’s targeting systems and for it to miss.

McPherson, Reeves, and Jovovich seemed to be have the most problems. More than likely due to age and combat experiences they’d already built in muscle memories that resisted new ways of doing things.

Yito was doing slightly better than the Humans, but only seemed to be able to predict when and where the drone would fire, and deflect some of the shots.​

 

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◅ ALFREDO ARAIZA ▻​

To his dismay, Araiza had some conflicts with their education. He wasn’t in any position to argue whether or not they were effective when confronted, especially as someone used to traditional weapons or long-range methods—he just wasn’t entertained.

So he entertained himself. He was delighted at how easy it was to handle the saber. Keeping a bit of a distance from the nearby men to avoid a few bumps from the lit item, he moved the handle from between each of his fingers on his right hand over and over again, similar to how one would twirl a baton. “Look, one hand.”

Eventually, he did his best to follow the others in their training. His main perk was his aim, something he attributed to years of detailed work. Unfortunately, it seemed like years in the lab had made his reflexes more dormant. He hadn’t felt imminent danger in a long time, which he cherished whenever he didn’t have to display physical aptitude in front of his colleagues. It wasn’t made better with his growing frustration with every missed or clashed drone.

“Hey guy,” he called out, head turning, “not to be rude about your beliefs and everything, but didn’t we spend years and resources to make machines so we don’t have to fight like this?”

 

[milkmaiden38]

Ryn
"Lt. Araiza as you know technology is wonderful, Now try to learn the magic of The Force."

Then Ryn moved to the center of the training room, his voice cut through the noise of the simulated training. “Enough. Everyone, stop.”

Everyone stopped, a few wiped the sweat from their faces.

“This is the real test,” Ryn announced. “We’re repeating the blocking drill—but this time, blind. The computer will issue a blindfold. No vision. Just The Force.”

He paced slowly, letting his words sink in. “The Force is everywhere. It binds all living things. A true Force user doesn’t just see—they feel. Remember The Force flows through you. LCDR McLeo, you’re first.”

McLeo hesitated, eyeing the drone. “I know you can shred this, but I can’t ride this wave blind. That’s a wipeout.”

Ryn smiled. “Your eyes can deceive you. Don’t trust them. Stretch out with your feelings.”

McLeo—Shino—tightened the blindfold. The drone launched. A sharp zap struck his shoulder.

“Bogus,” Shino muttered, rubbing the spot.

“Focus,” Ryn said calmly. “Feel The Force. Let it guide you.”

Shino reset. The drone attacked again—this time, he blocked it cleanly.

Ryn grinned. “You see? You can do it.”

“I rode the wave!” Shino shouted, fist-pumping. “Gnarly! I felt The Force!”

Next up: Lt. Loka Bumme. She moved with grace, blocking the drone’s strikes with surprising ease.

Ryn nodded. “Impressive. You’re attuned.”

Then came Lt. Zosh Sol. He yanked the blindfold down and growled, “Ready.”

Ryn frowned. “No. You’re not. You’re closed off. The Force isn’t just power—it’s emotion. What drives you? What do you care about?”

Zosh shrugged. “Nothing.”

“Hey!” Loka snapped. “What about me?”

“I’m passionate about Loka,” Zosh said, voice softening.

Ryn shook his head. “That’s surface-level. I can feel it—there’s more. Dig deeper.”

Zosh stayed silent. “Just Loka. That’s it.”

Ryn turned to Commander Reeves. “I’m going to push him. Don’t do anything”

He stepped close to Zosh, voice rising. “LOOK AT YOU—STUPID, INFERIOR, EXTINCT SPECIES! YOU DUMB DINOSAUR! YOU CAN’T EVEN FEEL THE FORCE”

Zosh snarled, muscles tensing.

“That’s it!” Ryn shouted. “Feel that fire! Channel it—use The Force!”

The drone attacked Lt Sol… he blocked the first shock, and then he smashed the drone to pieces. Yanking off the blindfold as he staked after Ryn. “DAMN WARM-BLOOD!” He roared.

Ryn was back peddling as the dinosaur closed the distance between them.

“ZOSH NO!” Loka yelled

Lt Sol hesitated; his eyes were red in anger. He wanted to squish the young human. He wanted to ripe him to pieces.

“You are feeling The Force right now, but that is the dark side. You need to control it.” Ryn said. “Don’t let The Force control you. You need to control The Force. Don’t become its slave!!”

Lt Sol took a deep breath and dropped his light saber. “I need to take a break” He growled and walked out of the Holodeck. Loka ran after him.

“Ok, everyone. Sometimes you need to tap into some raw emotions. Lt Sol will be fine, please don’t worry about him. Who is next?” Ryn said

 

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◅ ALFREDO ARAIZA ▻​

He should’ve been more careful of what he wished for. Araiza released a low whistle as the dinosaur left the room. He only resisted a sarcastic applause due to his hand being occupied. “Yeah, man, nothing gets a guy in the learning mood like making him feel bad about his identity of all things.” Hypocritical nonetheless, given multiple years of verbal degradation to understudies of his own.

It was a double standard, but one he’d double down on, partly to get out of the class that was supposed to be therapeutic. He didn’t wish to admit he was a bit worried. The lieutenant wasn’t someone on his blacklist, and he’d like to think they were comrades in passing. Seemingly, Araiza’s empathy was aimed at those who were overworked or at his level.

Quickly bending to grab the abandoned saber, he lightly jogged to catch up with Zosh and Loka. He had turned the item off on the way over. “Gonna need this when it’s time to show that jackass a lesson,” he said, extending the item forward. Asking him if he was alright felt redundant. “For what it’s worth, it was pretty cool seeing you in action. Never watched before, just heard you were the best on board.”

 

[milkmaiden38]

In the hall outside the holodeck

Zosh stood rigid, the weight of his massive frame softened only by Loka’s arms around him. As Alfredo Araiza approached he heard their conversation.

“It’s alright,” Loka murmured, her voice steady against the trembling dinosaur. “You didn’t lose yourself. You were in control.”

Zosh’s eyes burned with shame.“No… there was a surge. Power and confidence, born from anger—hate. It was intoxicating, like a drug. I felt invincible, stripped of restraint. All I wanted was to crush that little human into pulp. I knew it was twisted, a perversion. Only your voice—your command—pulled me back.”

He caught sight of Alfredo and gently eased Loka aside, straightening his posture.

“Jackass?” Zosh replied to Alfredo's comment. then broke into a toothy grin. “Ah… a donkey. Yes. Ryn is young, reckless, desperate to prove himself.”

Alfredo extended the weapon, and Zosh accepted it with deliberate care.“Thank you for the… compliment. But a warrior who loses control is no warrior at all. My behavior in the holodeck shames me.”

Loka stepped forward, her tone warm but formal.“Lieutenant Araiza, I’m Lieutenant Loka Blumme. And you already know of Lieutenant Zosh Sol. I don’t believe we’ve met properly. Tell us about yourself and why you are in this training?”

 

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◅ ALFREDO ARAIZA ▻​

The man crossed his arms over his chest, standing relaxed. He shrugged once the lieutenant stopped speaking. “That’s up to you, I guess. We’re not machines, man. We’re allowed to be upset.”

“Think of it this way,” he suggested with a light half-smile, “now you have more reason to show that guy up, and if not to make him look bad, at least you keep your rep. And learn how to hit drones or whatever.”

He turned to the woman beside him, giving her a nod in response. “Araiza is fine. Weapons.” How honest did he feel like being? “Reeves suggested it. Said it might be good for relaxing or something. He and the chief think I’m a little too tough on our guys. It pays off, so we’ll call it creative differences.”

 

[milkmaiden38]

Lt Sol

“I could defeat that boy with ease.” Lt Sol stated as a fact. “But I’m not so arrogant as miss out on the possibility of learning a new skill. This Force, allowed me to sense, without my eyes. That could be useful in battle.”

“Ok, you two macho men, let’s get back in there” Loka suggested

Lt Sol nodded in agreement. Loka and Zosh reentered the holodeck.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.1915

“I don’t believe in magic, but I do believe in psychokinetic abilities.” Reeves said as he watched the.. demonstration. “I was under the impression we’d be learning about calm, not encouraging rage.”

“Vulcan’s have learned to purge stronger emotions to find inner calm. Kolinahr Masters have purged all emotion from themselves so that they may see within themselves without judgment.” Dr. L’Sa said holding her blade at rest.​

 

[sereneotter00]

◅ ALFREDO ARAIZA ▻​

He was more than happy to be an arrogant person, but it wasn’t like he had something else to do. Some sort of effort could clean up his impression a little further. Hopefully his presence was enough.

He followed the two back to the room. “Okay, are we ready to do the little breathing exercises? ‘Cause I don’t get what light-up batons and getting insulted do for meditation. I get in trouble for yelling at my guys, but some stranger gets away with it just ‘cause he has a glowing bow staff? That’s hypocrisy, just saying.”

Although he did like how light they were to handle. With enough luck he’d take his back and dissect it for a few hours.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Ryn

Ryn was starting to realize how difficult it was to teach people about The Force. Next time he’d spend now time on the theory instead of jumping right in with the light saber training.

“Everyone, let me try to explain. Currently, I’m trying to get each of you to feel The Force. There are multiple ways to achieve that sensation. Some people use emotions… some through a harmonious non-emotional state, some by recognizing your inner self and limiting your ego. All of these paths can lead to The Force.

Once you have shown me you are Force-sensitive. The training, such as the meditation and discipline sword drills are needed to control the force.

Now, if Commander Reeves, Ensign Seja, 2nd Lt. Araiza, Dr. L’Sa, 1st Lt. Jovovich, and Gunnery Sergeant McPherson can try to block the sparks with the blind fold on, I can determine if you are force sensitive.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.1920

Letting everything go Commander Reeves slipped into the state that some called ‘The White’. A state of emotionless being. He was able to hyper-focus on tactical awareness, perceiving data streams and patterns that weren’t normally available to Humans. But it had taken years of practice, and mind Melds with L’Sa to achieve the level he was able to. He’d always been better at tactical consciousness and reflexes than most. L’Sa had worked with him at awakening his abilities, making them more than simple instinct.

With the blindfold on he moved, it wasn’t perfect, but he was better than an untrained novitiate. But not as good as Ren.

Jovovich and McPherson were comparable but not as skilled as Reeves. They were contacting to the force but on a more sporadic level.

Dr. L’Sa was definitely connected to the Force but combat wasn’t her expertise, but more of an ability to perceive everything around her.

Ensign Seja moved faster and with more precision than any of them, like she could see where the drones were going to fire before they they themselves had made the calculations.​