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Jedi OCs for Jedi June: Skye Lir

@jedijune

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Been trying to make my own Room of a Thousand Fountains in my Coruscant stronghold.

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Inktober 2021 Day 7

Skye Lir, Jedi Knight and Battlemaster of the Old Republic

Based on this screenshot:

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the power went out so you know what means: boga time. prepare for the storm (or not bc I have no ideas)

All times are Boga times!!!

Idk I have no ideas either so please enjoy this image of Skye, my SWTOR Jedi Knight, with her varactyl mount Boga and her varactyl pet Boga Jr.

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The Force

For @jedijune‘s prompt The Force. Read on AO3

If you asked Derran Kanis, she would say that the Force is an old friend, always by her side.  When she stood tall and proud in front of Senators and dignitaries it was at her shoulder, encouraging her; when she fell to her knees with her face covered in blood, half-dead of dehydration in the Tatooine desert, it was the Force that leaned down and took her hand and lifted her back to her feet.  It flew with her across the galaxy and back, it guided her hands when they were piloting her starfighter or wielding her lightsaber or fixing her latest droid.  When she was strong it augmented her strength; when she was weak it let her lean on it until she could stand beside it again.

The Force does not stand next to Skye Lir; it flows with her.  I am one with the Force and the Force is with me, she whispers as she moves through every lightsaber form she has practiced to perfection.  When the Force is with her she cannot fail.  It is invisible armor protecting her; it is the brightness of her lightsaber blades and the power behind her own will.  It allows her to fight, to endure, to be at the forefront of every battle and not falter, because she is one with the Force and the Force is with her, always.

Kiva knew what the Force was long before she had a name for it.  It was a voice that whispered to her that only she could hear.  It always told her where her mommy and daddy were, or her favorite toy.  It would bring her dreams of things that happened far away.  It told her people’s feelings even when they didn’t speak, who wanted to help her and who wanted to harm her, how to lift and move things without touching them.  She always listened, even when it told her scary things.  She could trust it.  It never lied.

For Aeria, the Force is a phantom limb.  Once had, now gone, never forgotten.  She still remembers its weight and its gravity, what it felt like to wield it, the deep wound carved within her when she lost it.  It’s an automatic echo in her head when she tries to reach for it, a silenced song when she tries to listen for it.  But she still remembers.  She will always remember.  And maybe, it remembers her too.

Revan knows the Force as a star, the brightest star ever seen.  It brings life, it is life, shining light in the dark and warming what is cold.  But it brings death as well; it burns and consumes and leaves nothing in its path.  She has seen the light and the dark.  She has brought the light and the dark, commanded the Force with her own two hands, and felt its burn in her veins.  Because Revan knows - she is part of the Force, and the Force is part of her, and they are together until she is nothing but stardust, and perhaps even beyond.

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There Is No Ignorance

For the @jedijune prompt “Teaching/Learning” Read on AO3

“Again, Padawan.”

“Yes, Master.”  Skye gritted her teeth but couldn’t hide the impatience in the words.  She had already run this drill a dozen times today alone, and dozens more before that.  Quickly, she squared off against the practice dummy and mindlessly passed through the Soresu forms yet again.  She glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw her Master, Derran, was watching her with a critical eye and undisguised disapproval.

She finished the sequence but then turned to face Derran.  “Master.  I know the basics of Soresu.  But I want to study Ataru.  How can I learn Ataru if I’m stuck doing Soresu?”

Derran arched an eyebrow and Skye felt her face warm, but she didn’t back down.  “I know I was behind in my lightsaber training when I started.  But I’m catching up.  I can best any of the other Padawans at my training level.  I am ready for more advanced forms!”

Derran studied her for a moment, her face impassive.  “You have been studying the texts on Ataru I gave you?”

“Yes, Master, every day,” said Skye.  “And I have been drilling myself during my independent sparring time.”  She fidgeted.  “After the Soresu you assigned me, of course.”

“Very well.”  Derran strode over to the nearby rack of practice sabers and took one before returning to her original position.  She raised the saber in a defensive position.  “Attack me using Ataru.”

Skye hesitated.  She’d never used Ataru yet against another opponent.  But this was what she wanted, wasn’t it?  She slid into the correct stance and leapt at her Master.

Derran threw the practice saber right in her face.  Skye twisted to avoid it, slipped, and fell straight on her rear.

Skye could feel her face burning and bit her tongue against the protests that she did know the form, that Derran had just caught her off-guard.  But she’d been with her Master for two years by now, and she knew that Derran did not favor conventional teaching methods.

Derran’s boots came into view.  Skye dared to look up.  Derran smiled and offered her a hand, which she took, and Derran helped her stand and looked her over.  “Are you hurt, Skye?”

“No, Master.”  Skye stared at the training mat.  Her face was still hot and she wasn’t quite ready to meet her Master’s gaze.

“My dear Padawan,” said Derran, brushing a loose lock of hair from Skye’s face.  “I know you want to learn Ataru.  And you will.  But if you truly want to gain that knowledge, you must first banish ignorance.”

Skye glanced up.  “Master?  But I’m studying the texts, and if you show me -”

“That is only part of it,” said Derran.  “The Form itself is not enough.  You must know when to use it.”

Skye watched Derran step back, picking up the practice saber and stepping through several Ataru moves.  “Ataru is very effective against other swordsmen, but what if you are confined to a small space for your battle?  What if you’re facing down a dozen Exchange thugs with blasters?  You will have to augment with other forms - such as Soresu, a defensive style that is more easily adaptable for the type of fights we are likely to face while out in the galaxy.”  Derran turned and gave her a wry smile.  “It will be very difficult to learn Ataru if you choose the wrong form at the wrong time and do not return from your mission.”

Skye considered it.  Derran did have a point.  “I think I understand, Master.  But how will I know when to use what?”

“You must trust in yourself, and your connection to the Force,” said Derran.  “Study every Form you can, Padawan.  Find which ones suit you and which ones are difficult.  The Forms can be learned from practice, but you must craft your own way of using them.”

Skye considered, nodding.  “There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.”

“Correct.  Knowledge can be read, absorbed, created, but without ignorance being banished from oneself with every step, it cannot be truly used.”  Derran stepped away and resumed her original position.  “The Soresu, again, Skye, and this time think of how you can use it in the field, not just the positions themselves.”

“Yes, Master,” said Skye, facing off against the practice dummy.

“And after this, I promise to give you a real chance to show off what you’ve learned about Ataru so far,” added Derran.

Skye couldn’t help her grin.  “Yes, Master,” she said, before attacking the practice dummy with her best Soresu move yet.

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How could I resist an alignment chart so suited for my characters

They could all fit in the bottom tho really

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The girls look good in black.