The Jedi Knights of the Round Table

[Rexraptor2000]

Grandmaster Gravinustus stood and walked over to the other end of the circle, dropping his robes in the normal ceremonious manner and unsheathing his lightsaber. It split the air to form a dark sapphire blade, and he held it in a single-handed low guard, with the blade angled downward at his side: the opening stance of the Makashi form, or The Way of the Ysalamiri.

 

The use of this form was probably a bit much, considering the likelihood of the opposing Knight actually knowing it as well and being able to counter it, but the last thing he wanted was a prolonged duel, as he had other matters to attend to, which included the training of his own students. So he stood with his lightsaber drawn, waiting for the Knight either to step forward and duel or back down.

[Darth Kalverys]

((sorry guys, can't post now, I'll come back and edit this post later with something, we've got tornado warnings and watches all over the state, last night I had to go to bed because today I had All-State Choir tryouts and I had to be at the school by 6:20, and then I just got home because of the tornados. I've got homework and a lot of other junk to do... so yeah.))

[Tysyacha]

(OOC: Since there's no duel going on as of yet, Itreya's going to slip out for a bit...)

 

I sighed. Since when was it my duty as a Jedi to overlook the shenanigans of two perfectly capable Jedi? I wanted to hear Master Onuu's report on the Sith just as much as my Lady did. I cast a weak Force field around the two to hold them in place, knowing full well that it only lasted five minutes--which I hoped would be enough...

 

"Pardon me, Mistress and Master Onnu," I began, "but I wish to hear of the Sith."

[Master_Archon]

((This shall not die!!!....Because of me. ))

 

Onuu smiled at his aunt. "Sit," he stated, motioning to the bench. Onuu looked to the younglings, who waited patiently for his instruction. "Continue young ones, I can multitask," he said kindly.

 

"Pardon me, Mistress and Master Onnu," a young woman, his aunt's apprentice he recalled called out. "But I wish to hear of the Sith."

 

"There is no fault in your request child, come, sit on my other side," he said, motioning to his left, to the only empty space left on the bench. Onuu squeezed his shoulders together, looking rather sheepish, he was worried he would knock either his aunt or her apprentice off the bench with his broad shoulders.

 

"Now, onto the..." Onuu was cut short again as a tiny trandoshian child approached him, sucking it's thumb, it held it's free hand out, indicating he wanted to be picked up. "Oh, you want on the bench too? Well, seeing as you're too young to use the practice sabers, I guess you can. Come here," he said, reaching down and lifting the child onto his lap.

 

Onuu paused, he had a humorous look of confusion on his face, which many of the other younglings giggled at, as some peeked out from under their blinder helmets. "Where was I?" He asked rather sincerely, he had almost forgotten what he was about to say. The young trandoshan child lightly smacked his cheek with his tiny hand, and made a strange sign with his fingers.

 

"Ah yes, the Sith. Thank you Gelissh," he told the young child.

 

Onuu suddenly got a very stern look on his face. "The Sith....are, at best, strong. How strong, I can not rightly guess. They are growing, becoming bold. So-much-so, that they are sending some of their more skilled members to, 'infiltrate,' the Jedi Order."

 

Onuu sighed, looking at his aunt in a grieved manner. "The dark side is growing; it is clouding our vision in the force, and cluttering our thoughts. Even now it grows in the back of our minds, knawing [sp?] at our thoughts, making our judgement foggy. We have demonstrated this by our lack of confidence in the Grandmaster's final decision, and our total immoral shunning of the Force's will."

 

Onuu paused yet again, looking at the younglings as they practiced. "Our order stands on a razor's edge, I feel it, though even I am uncertain because of how the dark side clouds the force. We must be extremely careful. Be cautious my aunt," Onuu finished with a grim look set in his face. Onuu heard a noise below him, and looking down he noticed Gelissh asleep in his lap. This softened Onuu's features, and he smiled, "for the young's sake, we must be cautious." He whispered to the two beside him.

 

Onuu looked up at his aunt, holding out a small pyramid shaped object. "I've recorded everything in full detail on this. Look at it when you have time," Onuu told her.

[Tysyacha]

"I shall," replied my Lady, the look in her eyes as grave as the one in Master Onuu's. She took the holocron into her palm with a frightened clutch, almost as if she were afraid to touch it. "This news is dire," she said, "and if anyone else were to hear of it right now, the Order might be thrown into utter pandemonium for more than a day. Of course, it might strengthen our resolve to fight these Sith, but our resolve is weak."

 

She cleared her throat. "I meant to say my own resolve is weakened. Forgive me. I shall return to my senses ere long. As for you, Itreya, have you any questions?"

 

"I--!" I didn't know what to say. Hesitantly, I brandished my double-bladed silver saber after taking several steps back from the Younglings. Biting my lower lip, I started to perform the series of combat stances required for one form, and one form only...

 

"Sed'maya," I said. "Form VII. Juyo, Ferocity. I have a feeling I might--need it."