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6th Transmission, Stopping to smell the Kibo...[Video/Action]

[Luke Skywalker has had an eventful few weeks, what with Anakin arriving, and breaking the news to his father about his rather dark future, not to mention the New Feather cycle. He'd patrolled the woods for newcomers, and spent many afternoons introducing himself to and attempting to help New Feathers get adjusted to life in Luceti. Not to mention the recent the blank...day from the last weekend.

That was beginning to be a common theme, blank days in his memory, and it was starting to be more than mildly disconcerting. Luke was genuinely starting to get angry at having his mind wiped by the Malnosso. To alleviate some of this, Luke decided that today would probably be an excellent day for exercise, and perhaps finding someone to train with. He'd talked to some people in the past about working on Jedi philosophy, martial training, and even meditative practice but due to the New Feather cycle, Anakin, and the confusion regarding the attack on the Battle Dome things had just not worked out.

He sends out a message to the village in Video form during the morning, before stepping outside to begin his own practice]

Good morning Luceti. I trust this morning finds you all well. I have a bit of a request. I would like to find someone to help me train today. Its been a while since I've had anyone to spar with, and equally as long since I've had an exercise partner. If anyone is interested, please contact me. I will be around Community House Five, so if you'd prefer, please stop by.

Moreover, if anyone is interested, I feel like today is a fine day for a hike and would love company.

[After his morning, he heads about his business in the village, stopping by the shops to pick up a few odds and ends like nutrient bars, a travelling pack, and some canteens.

Following this, he begins to make preparations for a rather lengthy hike, planning on heading out into the woods and just walking until he feels like its time to turn around. Why? Because he knows that he needs to relax and take time to smell the Kibo. Even if there aren't any Kibo flowers here. All the little things are starting to build up, and he can ill afford a tantrum of his own, having just prevented Anakin's explosion the previous week.

Its a fine spring day, and he does hope that someone will join him on his walk]

(OOC: Feel free to grab Luke pretty much anywhere. In the morning, in town, over the journal, before his hike, out on his walk, or really whatever you want.)

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No flying.

[Yes, she's still a little miffed about being dumped in the lake. Just a little. Even if she's grinning as she rolls out her shoulders and wraps the sleeves of her outer robe to keep them out of the way.]

I don't usually fly, you know that.

[Luke shrugs out of his long robe, revealing the dark tunic and pants beneath]

Then, shall we begin?

Which makes it all the more impressive when you do. [A half smile as she flicks her lit saber up in the traditional salute.]

Whenever you are ready.

[He returns Auntie's salute and ignites his own sword with its distinctive hiss]

Of course.

[He assumes a balanced Niman stance, certain she'll recognize it]

[With the typical Makashi flourish she settles into a side stance, saber dropping down into a low guard. Niman, she shouldn't be surprised, and she readies herself for whatever acrobatics Luke might choose to launch at her. She waits a heartbeat, two, and begins with a precise lunge.]

[Luke shifts to the side, allowing her weapon to dart past him. He responds in kind, sweeping his emerald blade up to clash with her blue, pushing it away before sweeping his lightsaber towards her midriff in a horizontal swipe.]

Edited 2012-04-02 21:41 (UTC)

[She angles her blade as it move's past, sliding the beam against Luke's to gauge his strength. Not as strong as Anakin powered by the Dark Side and Fury, stronger than Luke when they were sparring. She'd have to adjust accordingly. Two quick steps in retreat, her saber sweeping down to parry that horizontal strike, glance it away from her midsection.]

[Luke can feel her movements, the Force guiding him, letting him predict her motions. As she parries and steps back, he shifts from Niman to Shien. Aggressively, he steps in and closes the distance, snapping off two quick downward strikes before completing the flurry with a voracious arcing cleave]

[That, that she hadn't counted on. At all. Jedi didn't shift forms mid-duel! They didn't shift forms at all; they had their preferences and stuck to them-

And that's enough time for introspection. She manages to avoid staggering under the first two strikes, blocking them both with quick parries. The advantage is clearly Luke's, however, That last cleave shakes her grip, but her high guard holds. Barely. Blade on blade braced against the bulk of Luke's momentum and strength, she was locked in.]

[He had his full weight behind the saber. She can't hold the guard much longer- but she wouldn't have to. Adele adjusts her grip, puts her weight onto the balls of her feet.

And deactivates her saber.]

[He'd expected this, Adele had clearly been trained as a Consular and not a Sentinel. That didn't mean it was entirely something he could prepare for. For an instant he stumbled forward, losing his footing for an instant, but rather than give her the opening she'd been hoping for, Luke turned this to his advantage. Using the Force to push himself forward faster, he ducked into a forward roll sweeping under any offense she could mount...

[While at the same time blasting Adele with telekinetic energy, hoping to push her back and buy him some breathing room]

[Space had been exactly what Adele had aimed for, time to think and readjust before darting back in for another attack. She didn't expect quite so much, and rolls with the push until she's a fair distance away, braced against the ground. But only for a moment.

She sprints forward, igniting her saber again and goes on the offensive, darting in with three sharp thrusts at whatever guard Luke manages to snap up.]

[Smartly, Luke deflects each individual strike, predicting her motions thanks to his connection to the Force. He responds with his own series of wide, sweeping strikes, angling his body to avoid counterattacks and taking advantage of the strength Shien afforded him]

[She really should try this again when Luke wasn't looking to vent. At this rate she'd be knocked about without landing any kind of hit and that was just embarrassing. Teeth grit against the second assault she blocks and parries as best she can, moves away when she cant, and they end up in yet another lock. She's straining, tempted to repeat the maneuver from earlier but well aware it won't help anything.

Still, after a moment, she grins, and even huffs a soft laugh.]

[Luke inclines his head at her laugh, quite she has some other trick up her sleeve. Still, the exercise is good. He likes moving, and being active. And while this strange 'aunt' of his is really no match for him, she's certainly taking off the edge.

What's so amusing?

[Dueling nobles for credits, favors, and baubles was one thing. Facing a Jedi? Something else entirely. She knew when she suggested this she wouldn't win, at least not honestly. That doesn't mean she won't try, if only to make it more interesting and satisfying for Luke. Little Skywalker, a man she'll never get to know.]

I know something you do not know.

[Luke pushes back, buying himself a bit more space before answering]

Oh? And whats that?

[She brings her guard back down with a flourish, grinning.]

I am not right handed!

[A dirty tactic, but there were no rules against it. A telekenetic blast from her hand at his torso, a flick of her wrist, the hilt changes hands and she is on the offensive once more, a series of sharp angled horizontal slashes at Luke's midsection and shoulders.]

Edited 2012-04-03 01:10 (UTC)

[A dirty trick indeed, but this one actually catches Luke somewhat off-guard. He actually falls backwards, and as he sees her take the offensive, he lets himself keep falling, right out of her reach, rolling backwards and spinning to his feet.]

And I know something you don't, Auntie.

[That had been ill planned, ah well, she continues on the offensive, keeping up her tight, quick strikes, the tip of her saber darting in against his guard.]

That is hardly news Little Skywalker. But do tell!

[And the trap is sprung. Luke deflects her strikes with a wide-angled riposte and slips under her guard with his body, igniting his shoto-saber in the process. The Force bolsters his movements, allowing him to move in close and bring the shorter weapon to bear. Were it a real duel, that would mean the end]

I have two lightsabers.

[And then he tries something completely different. Taking a queue from her book, Luke uses Telekinesis to start tickling her ribs and underarms, smiling, a great deal of his troubles forgotten]

Clever lad.

[This, this was much more fun than any sparring match she'd had with Ben. They knew each other too well, knew their tricks, their habits, but this? Luke was a talented duelist, strong in the Force, and she was fond enough she didn't mind his tricks and diversions.

It takes a bit of thought for her to bring up her second saber, just barely managing to snap it up for a guard. Naught else. In a real fight? She'd have lost; and she'll accept defeat gracefully.

Or, well, she would. Once she's done giggling.]

[And just like that, its over. Luke steps back and turns off his weapons, but doesn't even remotely let up on the tickling]

Thats what you get.

[And she's lost. Not that she expected any different. She lets her own sabers flick off and covers her ribs with her arms, laughing helplessly.]

L-Luke quit it! I can't breathe!

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