The lessons with Yoda were incredibly exhausting. No, Yoda explained just as it was written in the technique description. How to concentrate, what to do, and what should happen. Except he spoke in reverse. The problem was practice. In my case, Yoda decided to try a slightly different approach. No, the standard "there is only action, but no attempts" remained unchanged. It's just that this time he started giving me, as practice, the use of the Force in everyday life. For younglings, the Force is usually developed through specific training. It is Padawans, Knights, and Masters who use it in everyday tasks. And even then, not always. Before, I thought of using the Force as training, but now I haven't been training, I've been living by using the Force.
In the mess hall, pick up a portion and levitate it to yourself. Or to your room. Carry your sword in front of you by levitation, or a special perversion: once Yoda asked me to levitate my clothes after washing them. Younglings wash them themselves, of course, you can entrust this to service droids. But in the Temple, they look askance at such picky eaters. Wash it yourself, dry it, and put it on. As homework, Yoda asked me to wash and then hold my clothes with the Force until they dried. By the end of such torture, all my male classmates looked at me like I was crazy. Although it helped, according to Yoda. The Force must not only be trained.
Yes, I have mastered a lot compared to my comrades. I can do much more than all of them. But the main problem for a Padawan, who has just entered the incredibly vast world, is the application of the Force. Outside of training, in the real world, where there are no attempts, there is only action. Many Padawans get lost, not understanding what to do, not really figuring out when and, most importantly, why to use the Force. This is what Yoda was eradicating from me, making it so that I saw nothing reprehensible in using the Force almost in the toilet, and therefore, everywhere. Of course, this can lead to another problem. To the evolution of a Jedi, of the subtype "won't lift a finger without the Force." But here, it all depends on the student himself. More precisely, on the teacher...
With simple words, otherwise it's impossible, Yoda made the Clan's physical education curator literally exhaust me with training, the essence of which was "without the Force." Thus, I not only learned the Force but also kept my body in good shape, not allowing the seditious thought "the Force is with me and it can do anything" to settle in. Knight Roan also explained to me the entire fallacy of this statement. Yes, the Force is indeed almost omnipotent, but if you yourself are worthless, then no Force will help you. You could say they trained me specifically and conscientiously. I even understood something. In the Order, there is something like a subsidy for talented students. Here I have fourteen, with a bit more, thousand midi-chlorians. My potential almost puts me on par with Yoda and Anakin, whom even Palpatine doesn't know about yet, if only because they haven't started "that experiment" yet. In perspective, I, if given a proper education, will be a strong member of the High Council. Of course, the Council can evaluate "promising" individuals differently. For example, how did they evaluate Anakin? They limited his potential because they were afraid of him. In what way did this manifest, and did I spend a lot of time in the company of henbane, after which even Luke Skywalker's "living embodiment of a sedative for a slightly crazy person" was named in one of the Star Wars fanfics?
No, it's all true. With such incredible potential in the Force, it is indeed logical to follow the path of understanding the Force. What distinguishes such Jedi? The "Consul" class and, in ninety-nine percent of cases, green lightsabers, as well as an emphasis on the application of the Force. An example? Master Yoda, he can pull much more with the Force than with Ataru, which is pumped to the level of a celestial being. He absorbed and returned lightning, easily deflected telekinesis, repelled Palpatine with the Force, and extinguished Ventress's two lightsabers with a single technique. In general, movies and series don't even show half of his possible abilities in theory. And what kind of sword did Anakin use to poke everyone? What did he use more often? Fencing...
Anakin was... Will likely be a defender Jedi. This path involves an emphasis on fencing. Yes, Consuls can also fence. Yoda is the perfect example. But the advantage in training is what the Jedi uses. The High Council acted this way with Anakin because they were afraid that his recklessness would drive him crazy and he, with all the power of the Force, if he had been trained as a Consul, would have sent them all to an premature Force Merge. Well, they were right, although Anakin did it, not in the style of a Consul, but in the style of a defender. In addition, they themselves became the cause of what happened to them. If I'm lucky, I'll be able to fix everything by the time Anakin appears.
As for me? Oh, it's simple here. I am calm and rational, in character – that's what a Jedi should be. So they took me in an intensified mode, developing precisely those talents that can make me an incredibly dangerous opponent. The Force... Telekinesis, sensory perception, healing, body enhancement, foresight. I must admit, I myself am partly reminiscent of Anakin. Yes, I love Force techniques. But at the same time, I feel incredible awe for the lightsaber. The hum, the swings. Many consider me more a Force user than a fencer, but what do they know? Force abilities, theoretically, can be found in every second fantasy story. Both in fanfics and in books by original writers. But lightsabers... The dream of any normal child at one time. Every universe has its own special weapon. And the lightsaber rightfully is one of the most famous in the world. Like Valyrian steel in Game of Thrones or swords forged by elves or dwarves in The Lord of the Rings, whose weapons either chop everything, or summon an army of the dead, or point at orcs. It's part of the brand, recognizable even to people farthest from the universe. So I didn't forget fencing, becoming faster, stronger, and more dangerous. Foresight, that's what helped me defeat everyone in my clan and even aim for older comrades.
But the Force is the Force... Fencing is fencing. What else did they teach us? An in-depth course in diplomacy, the basics of tactics and strategy. They also took us to a fighter simulator, and this is what I would call a real simulator. It was a replica of the cockpit, according to the explanations, of the "Wild Star." Why specifically it? Well, the cockpit of this fighter was "the simplest," mastering it means you can master the control of any fighter. Many would ask, where, in fact, is the "Ether Sprite," known as the Delta-7, and the Eta-2 "Actis"? The answer is simple. They haven't even been drawn yet. These two types of Jedi fighters, as they were nicknamed in their time, were not even planned to be launched into production yet. There wasn't even a project. Jedi used the Z-95, and relatively old Aureks, although they were simply modernized at the request of the Temple, and the FT-8 "Guardian" was also seen. In general, anything that flew, even if that flying box was a product of a time when Revan was a youngling, could be successfully modernized and flown. As long as it flew.
The flights on the simulator did not impress the male half of our group, including me, not at all. Periodically, "rationalization proposals from Drallig and Gol" were heard - to steal either the "Headhunter" or the "Wild Star" and fly like real Jedi. They were mostly suppressed by my adult mind and Fimor's slight slowness. The girls, on the other hand, watched all the boys who, to a greater or lesser extent, with delight, destroyed enemies on the simulator and did things for which even Chkalov with his flight under the bridge would have looked like crazy. And they are not far from the truth. There are no completely mentally healthy sentient beings. There are those who are not fully examined. But most of all, we got excited by duels. Rivalry in the clan, as it turned out, played an important role. Our clan gathered so-called "unique" individuals in something. That is, everyone had their own specialization. I, for example, had the Force, Drallig had fencing, Fimor was a pure theorist and philosopher. In general, in our clan, everyone had their own purpose, which is why we stood out among other clans, where people are taken precisely for specific predispositions to Force techniques or character.
Therefore, the rivalry in our clan would not have been so heated. Everyone would have understood that it's foolish to expect a typical future Master of the Force like me to outperform a "typical future Master of Fencing" like Drallig in fencing. If it weren't for one thing... The adult mind intervened in my development, as well as that of all my classmates. Whatever anyone says, the reincarnation of an adult who is familiar with the original source is a huge cheat. If only because he can understand what needs to be done and what not. My cheat was that I understood what I needed to do to achieve an acceptable level in becoming a Jedi. The Force and fencing – these are what survive in the future. Those who develop both these aspects. The rest, in my opinion, were irrelevant.
Therefore, I didn't play the role of a classic "nerd" at school who focused on a specific discipline or disciplines, neglecting, for example, physical education. But rather, someone who doesn't forget about everything. More precisely, I try, because no matter how hard I try, it's physically impossible to develop everything evenly. In the Force, I will definitely stand out, or rather, in the ability to use it...
"In short," after the simulator training, Drallig's emotions, as always, were overflowing. I, in addition to self-reflection, was also thinking about what kind of pilot I would become. A rather interesting fact: a gifted person doesn't necessarily have to love space, but any gifted person is always a good pilot. Although not in my case, if I draw a clear line, I liked fencing, the Force, and flying. I devoted much less time to other things, like diplomacy, tactics, manners, interrogation techniques. There was also "survival," where they told us and showed us how to use gadgets and spacesuits. "Did you hear? Flyingstar, you definitely heard!" Drallig poked me with his finger.
"What did I hear?" I heard nothing but you, you're shouting like a squadron of TIE fighters.
"You don't know? The Bear Clan flew, from our age group."
"Flew where?" I asked. "Were they allowed to fly real fighters yet?"
"No!" Fimor shook his head. "I would have known."
"Rela, at least tell them," Drallig addressed her.
"The Bear Clan, from our age group, was on Ilum," Maru, the Togruta, reported. "Shola told me, and Tey told her."
"Ilum," I grunted, recalling interesting facts about this planet. What can be said about this place? A place where younglings are taken to search for kyber crystals. It's cold there... No, not like that. VERY COLD. What is the point of such a lesson? It's simple - we will be sent to a planet where we will get slightly frostbitten and go into caves to search for suitable crystals. More precisely, a crystal that is suitable only for you.
Lightsaber crystals are incredibly valuable. They become companions for a Jedi's entire life, only rarely are they changed. For example, if a Jedi becomes a Sith, he will definitely replace his blue, green, or yellow sword with a red one. Or, if a Jedi unexpectedly stumbles upon a much more valuable crystal in his path. For example, a common crystal on Ilum: mephite🔸Reference: one of the most popular crystals for lightsabers, mined on the planet Ossus, in the Adega system, as well as on Ilum. It does not have powerful properties, but it is often found on the black market and among private collectors. 🔸Features: concentrates energy well. 🔹Application: used to create a standard sword without any advantages. 🟦🟩Color palette: Blue, Green. Almost all Jedi insert it into their lightsaber. Some unique individuals manage to find pontite🔹Reference: the rarest crystal of the Adegan family, mined on the planet Ossus in the Adega system. 🔸Features: it "cools down" temperament well and allows one to maintain self-control. 🔺Application: ideal for Jedi Consuls. 🟦🟩⬜Color palette: Blue, green, white. Of course, they don't choose the crystal, but the crystal itself resonates with the Jedi's aura. Pontite is much more powerful than mephite and is considered a "more elite crystal." But all this pales in comparison to other possible crystals that have appeared in legends in one way or another. For example: how about getting the Hurrikhan crystal🔹Reference: crystals from the planet Hurricane. Hurricane crystals were admired for their exceptional beauty. 🔸Features: exceptional penetrating ability and exceptional durability of the lightsaber blade. 🟦🟪Color palette: from dark blue to purple, the one that Mace Windu had? Or use a krayt dragon pearl as a lightsaber crystal, obtained directly from the animal of the same name on the planet where everyone flies, from poor smugglers to princesses and queens of entire planets - Tatooine.
True, obtaining a crystal is still half the battle. On Ilum, the main problem is solved. Crystals do not suit everyone unconditionally. And the caves of Ilum help younglings find precisely "their crystals." But if you accidentally run into a krayt dragon, then send it "to think about its behavior" in the next reincarnation, then it's not a fact that the pearls obtained will suit you. After all, here we have the damned Ollivander principle - the wizard does not choose the wand. Otherwise, krayt dragons would be exterminated not by Tuskens, but by Sith and Jedi. This is what held back many Jedi. After all, who knows what led you to the dragon? The will of the Force, which will give you a new crystal, or you simply found it yourself.
"What can I say?" I asked. "Hooray? After assembling the lightsaber, they will start teaching us real fencing forms, not just Shii-Cho."
"Yes," Drallig exclaimed, my ears almost popped, "I'll kick your ass!"
"Calm down, hothead," I tried to calm him down. "You won't be allowed to fence with a combat lightsaber right away, neither with me nor with anyone else."
"With a training one," Drallig smiled. "I don't care what I beat you with, Flyingstar. I set myself a goal back then and I will defeat you."
"Sigh," I sighed heavily. "You won't leave me alone, even when we become Knights?"
"I don't forgive those who humiliate me," Drallig replied.
"Wooo wao, wa," Gol's hand lay on my shoulder, literally he said: "Drallig is sick, accept it."
"What?" Drallig asked, turning to the shaggy one. "Say that to my face if you're a man! Next fencing lesson - we switch. I'll defeat you, Gol, and Fimor will fight Light."
"ANYTHING BUT THAT!" Fimor shouted, drawing the attention of several knights and Padawans who were walking down the corridor. However, they understood that we were just children and didn't pay much attention to us.
And Fimor disliked fighting with me for one simple reason. Qin had enough reflexes to react to my attacks. Gol had enough endurance to withstand my attacks; sometimes I had to hit him five times for the latter to admit defeat. But Fimor had neither reflexes nor endurance. Against me, he didn't stand a chance, not even that — he wasn't even a contender. That's why I was usually put against Qin, or asked for a more senior youngling. Not to mention the girls; Vers avoided me because I'd given her a good beating back in the day. That day wasn't one of the best; it was raining, and I was overcome with melancholy for Tustra. Drallig had gotten into a duel with a more senior youngling from our clan and quickly got beaten. And Vers, to be more precise — Versaria Ehz, got into it because I'd blurted out that it was my mother's birthday that very day. I expected a snide joke from Drallig at that moment, but he was an orphan, having lost his parents at the age of three, and he tactfully kept silent. But someone pulled Versaria's tongue. Word for word, she stood opposite me, and I... I miscalculated slightly. Since then, I was only put against Qin one hundred percent of the time, or against seniors, whom I could still send to think about their mistakes now and then, thanks to foresight.
"I have to deal with Gol," Qin said meaningfully.
"But I can't and don't want to fight Light," Fimor continued the argument. "He has no brakes at all. He probably thinks everyone should be like him!"
"Your problem is that you don't pay enough attention to training," Maru, a Togruta, chimed in. "On my home planet, we didn't have that. And you," she sniffed, "you don't train enough, that's why it's bad for you."
"Repeat that in political science class," I sided with Fimor. "You remember the peculiarity of our clan, everyone is good at something specific?"
"Repeat that in front of the mirror, Light," Rela said. "You're good at many things," and then something dawned on her, and she looked away. We are already nine or ten years old. So the most fun time for future Jedi is about to begin. The storm of hormones. It is during this period that all young and healthy Jedi do all sorts of things. They get married, leave the Order, fall to the Dark Side, bring order, crushing entire teams and clans of pirates. In short, they have fun as best they can. Although there is an unwritten rule in the Order — if you can't self-organize and suppress the call of the flesh? Fine, just suppress it without romance. That is, use representatives of the oldest profession. By the way, the cruelest thing is to get a teacher of the opposite sex with whom you can do this. It's difficult from all sides.
Male teachers sometimes find it hard to understand the logic of monthly cycles, which occur regularly in most women of the galaxy. In addition, girls who have just developed can fall in love with their mentors. This is also a common practice. And not all men can resist beautiful, physically speaking, girls and women. There is no age limit as such. The reverse is equally true — when a youngling boy begins to burn with passion, under the influence of hormones, for his female master. Interesting... Will my mind be able to suppress this? I've already been through the hormonal surge, so I should be able to suppress myself in theory. Not to become completely impotent, but at least not to jump at every woman, or to look at them like Anakin did Padmé in the second film. That's the look of a horny pervert-maniac who has taken a year's dose of testosterone and Viagra, with acute spermotoxosis and permanent erection. A nightmare...
"Flyingstar," I was pulled out of my thoughts again. "Class has started."
Yes, while the break went on its way and ended, I indulged in reflections about the upcoming "fun times," because younglings with combat lightsabers officially participate in a tournament held once a year, where they can even meet their future teacher.
"Forgive me, teacher," I apologized.
"So," Leyla nodded. "Now let's talk about one of the most common methods of diplomacy," honestly, the diplomatic techniques themselves bored me.
Yes, I am more than pacifistic. But that doesn't mean I'm a born diplomat. Finding common ground, reconciling one with another. It attracted me little, despite my nature. I'm more about "Wow, I'm in Star Wars! The Force, fencing, pew-pew-pew!" So I only listened to this class with half an ear, noting some general points for myself.
"Teacher," about halfway through the lesson, Drallig, who also didn't particularly like diplomacy, took the bull by the horns. "Is it true that we'll be flying to Ilum soon?"
Leyla looked at us strangely, then at Drallig, who had asked the question.
"That's right," the woman smiled. "Next week, your Clan is flying to Ilum to find your kyber crystal."
"Cool!" Drallig exclaimed. Well, who would doubt that it's cool. After all, building a lightsaber puts us on par with all senior younglings. It's from them that Padawans are recruited.
"Perhaps," Leyla nodded. "I remember the excitement I felt when I went for my crystal," the woman closed her eyes slightly, apparently recalling the "good old days" when the grass was greener and life was more interesting. "Well, since you've found out, your task will be to prepare for the flight. I planned to tell you about it a week before departure, but it seems someone couldn't wait," she gave us a strange look.
"Teacher," Versaria perked up, "we were told by the Bear clan. They flew a couple of days ago."
"Is that so?" Leyla asked. "Certainly, I'll have something to talk about with Roan," so this psycho also oversees a clan? "And until then... By the way, Versaria," she addressed Vers, "learn to keep other people's secrets; few people like tattletales."
And you, I see, are a teacher from God. Scolding a child in front of everyone, instead of asking them to "stay after class." However, the goal was achieved, Vers was affected, and she lowered her head, mumbling something.
"That's all for today. Children, prepare thoroughly for the flight to Ilum," Leyla smiled.
So... First, clarify about the planet itself, then I'll go to the warehouse and ask about warm clothes in my size and frost-resistant food storage containers, then to the dining room about the food for the specific day... Yes, the problems are only increasing.