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Force Extension: Life Sense
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It was time for Ali to further her training. She walked out to an open area, exposed to many elements of life; wild and people. Her Master Kenobi had mentioned he went to a fountain for his training so she figured a city with many figures of life would be ideal. She sat on the fountain, crossing her legs similar to a monk and laid her hand inside her other hand, forming an ‘O’ with her thumbs and shut her eyes. The Force seemed to work its best that way.With one deep inhale, then an exhale, she closed her eyes and allowed her Force psyche to take over.
From her seat, her Force expanded out further than what she could accomplish on her own. Much like tendrils on an invasive honeysuckle bush, sweet smelling and visually pleasing, but powerful and grip unlike any other. Much like the roots distributing itself out beyond, even in uncharted territory, Aliclair felt freedom within her sense. The environment she presented herself with would be challenging, she’d need to pinpoint exact feelings, exact people and their emotions. With one inhale, she exhaled once more.
The city was full of many different types of species and different senses of life. From the Utapaun rushing to make it to his destination. By the excelration and the rapid pace of his heart, she profiled he was late for something. Maybe a job interview? Or the job itself. She could feel his anxiety spiking up and down, with each word. Each time his conversation furthered, his aura fluctuated. His hands were cold, so her hands felt cold; she changed hand grip so they could be warm, and effective during meditation. Aliclair could practically see the sweat dripping from the alien’s pores, and she could feel his fear. It made her shutter… Finally, his emotions became in check. He was joyful. A smile on his face. She knew the feeling of being afraid of the uncertainty, but it was solved and cured, and both Padawan and the worried -- could move on with positivity coursing through her veins. And, while she wanted to see this journey through the end, she had to expand herself further.
She moved onto another body. This human was calm, collected. With a straight head on her shoulders, but she sensed her alignment slightly off. Aliclair knitted her eyebrows. That was a power for another day. Fixing herself, the abilities used for the previous male, she used for this female. She dressed in expensive attire, tightly fitted. She could tell due to how stiff she walked. She began to wonder why anyone would straddle themselves in such attire? Her knowledge was limited, but based on what she knew and experienced, dresses like that, she was going to a social gathering. The layered make-up on her face, her heart racing like the Utapaun, but this was a different type of exhilaration coursing her veins. Perhaps her first one? Or maybe, to try and impress someone? Aliclair sensed her mind scattered, like she constantly worried about her appearance. The human’s mind is filled with an unclear future; another trait Aliclair could relate with before her Master Ben. But, she raised eyebrow raised; females were weird. These analyses she gathered, there were just from two people. In the future, she’d need to do this on a larger scale, faster than the time spent. But for now, this was the first step. Her first step in the stepping stones within the Pond of the Force.
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Force Extension: Force Disturbance
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On more rare occasions than one, Aliclair Austjor found herself walking around a town with paved roads and vendors selling all sorts of wares, foods and parts. It was here that Aliclair made the purchase for their Talon’s malfunctioning cylinder, on the planet Saspaf, town Lanteglos. The place seemed far from sketchy, with it being the protection of the Antarian Rangers and officer-like officials at their posts on the lookout for danger. It would be the ideal spot to live, but Aliclair’s place was within the stars, space! As Ali approached the shop with the cylinder, she paused a moment. She felt a… weight. An unsettling one. Her eyebrows knitted as she looked around. What was this? She informed her Master she felt something offputting within the area. She ordered her personal Ranger guard to stay put at the store, that she needed to do this alone and without help. With a nod, he stood at the side of the shop’s door with a gun in hand.

Aliclair walked on, this weight guided her like Clairvoyance, and the closer she got, the more pull she received; it was like the Force basically beckoned her, dragged her to this… disturbance. It wasn’t right in the balance, and her Force knew it. She had to trust it, her Force. It’s guided her from the beginning, since her birth… Since her mother. She continued until she reached a more secluded part of the town, or maybe it wasn’t a part of the town? Ali took a better look around while keeping her pace. Wherever this imbalance was, it was close. This area outside the town looks as though it used to be a part of it, but the scars of war left it unfixable. She frowned on the thought of battling leaving this deep a wound that it couldn’t be fixed. She paused then looked to her left. Within the darkness of two buildings was an alleyway.

“No, please!”

Ali immediately dove toward the voice, to see a woman being robbed by a man in shrouds. She picked up the pace, unsheathing her lance and spearing at the robber. They dodged it, hissed in anger before darting up the alley wall to escape. Aliclair grumbled in anger, grabbing her lance but the female was her priority and her safety just as much so. That weight was gone, and a crisis was averted. Almost averted. She guided the woman back into the town, and alerted the authorities about the robber on the loose; a standard fit 6’0 male with brimming yellowed eyes. Hissed, like a reptile and even climbed the wall like one. Aliclair exchanged some words with the woman she saved, giving a nod before leaving her.

Finally, she collected the cylinder she originally came for, thanked the shopkeeper than left the planet with her Ranger guard at her side. She’d wonder if she would ever feel that weight again, that disturbance. She’d need to speak with Master Kenobi about it; maybe it was apart of being a Jedi? Or using the Force in a way.

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Force: Level 3
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Aliclair sat alone in the abysmal dark. She stared at her scarred up hands and wrists, clenching her jaw before exhaling. She shut her eyes, but the cries of her Reaper were still present. Instead of pushing them down, she allowed them to cry out. Until silence fell. This allowed the she-padawan to finally relax, and to further herself more. Ali laid her hands within her lap, her thumbs forming an ‘O’, and she began to meditate. It was far from perfect, and her imprisonment time didn’t help it either but she had to push past it, in order to heal. But, never forget.
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She traced her Force back to where it all started; the Pond. She was the pebble, and the water around her was her Force. As she furthered her training, with her Master. Or on her own. It was usually calm, collected. A sodden state against beating wings of a delicate creature, like a moth. Her Aquarian state was in ripples, and the images she could see were static. Ali felt her hands tremble, and she gave them a quick shake before placing them back in their original position. She gave another exhale, an attempt to calm herself. Her shot nerves. The domed Force around her didn’t settle, and this caused her bubble to burst with the cry of a monster lunging itself at her. She gasped and scooted back with her eyes looking around, her breathing accelerated. She allowed a few tears to streak her cheeks but Ali didn’t want to live in this fear anymore. Even if her imprisonment was, and still is, heinous to think about, this was only 2/4th’s of what the Sith had in store. And she was one of the rare lucky ones to have been rescued and escaped. Ali allowed her eyes to open for once, and she saw how disturbed her Force was. Her bubble was in vibrating shambles and at that time, she didn’t know what to do. Her anchor came to play, and she allowed the memories of her time within the Jedi to stream through. She inhaled, nice, big, paced. Then exhaled, and her surged Force finally calmed with a final drip to ease it all, and she could see as far as her bubble expanded, which went much further than usual. She could see the Talon, every nook and cranny. The type of metal and how long ago it had maintenance; she could even see that cylinder she fixed. It was holding strong and would last the crew on the ship for years to come.
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Her Force settled, and her eyes remained open. She gave a shuttered exhale, looking to her scarred wrists once more. Aliclair knew from this point, she had to push past this, and allow herself to heal. She grabbed some spare fabrics and wrapped up her hands, similar to how fighters do to protect their hands and secured them.


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Control: Level 1
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The location of Ali’s training would be different. A familiar location; the fountain where her Master Kenobi suggested when her training first started. Her eyebrows knitted as her mind began to wonder; a quick head shake broke her out of her trance before sitting on the fountain’s edge and crossing her legs. Her Master spoke of Control, a form of the Force that manipulated one’s body. Thinking back, her mother sat with her, showing her the scars she bore of past battles and fights. And how they would disappear off her body, to appear like the scar was never there. With all of this, Aliclair figured she could do the same thing. She unwrapped her wrist which was branded with the Sith logo and gave it a long stare before breaking her concentration to get focused on the real task at hand; heal the scar.
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Aliclair shut her eyes and allowed the aquian state of her Force to inundate over herself and a few inches around her area. Whenever she used her Force, she could sense the physicals around her, but in her heart, she could feel her mother. Her Master, and her focus was to reenact how her mother used to heal her scars and wounds. Her eyebrows furrowed, thinking how the wounds would just close and heal over. Like, a form of healing. The Force as it seemed to dance, and gracefully glide. But, it wasn’t healing, and this is what would cause the downfall. Not knowing the differences in training like these could cause more harm then good. But, if one survived, it could be a good lesson for the future and the path ahead.

Aliclair’s Force began to circle around her wrist, it’s cool and calming sodden coiling but not doing the effect she expected. Her eyebrows knitted, and she growled and pushed her Tendrils and even let out a small exclaim. This caused her Force to tighten and even inflict pain. Gasping sharply, she let out a hiss of distress, opening her eyes to cut off her Force and she huffed. Her hand trembled, looking down at it. Scarlet droplets formed around her wrists, and Ali couldn’t help but to tear up. Her tear dropped on her wrist, and it caused her to think further; it wasn’t so much of healing. Just to alter… To shift, change. Not heal. Ali let out a small ‘hmm’, as her eyebrows knitted in thought to test her theory.


Aliclair rubbed her Sith brand, which wasn’t scathed but it still brought painful reminders. Shutting her eyes once more, her dulite tendrils coiled themselves around her wrist once more and she was determined to get it right this time. It took a while for her to truly understand, but not push it. With gentle nudges and memories of the past, and Ben’s wise words, while not currently present, she could hear his voice telling her what she was doing right and wrong; Again, the cool touch of her Force circling her wrists as they worked to try figuring out these new abilities. Granted, the Force knew what to do, and feeling it begin to sink into her skin, to imbue her skin and manipulate the cells within her body around her wrists, this caused Ali to slowly understand. Coursing now inside her body, a shiver caused her torso to rattle with slight uncomfortability. It felt similar to parasites crawling around under the skin, and while she wasn’t sure if she’d like it, adjustment was a huge factor in this life. And so, she would adapt to this slithering feeling.

Her scar contained Fibroblast cells, which was the cell structure of said scar. Moving now within her body, her sodden tendrils worked to lessen the amount of fibroblasts, and slowly, the visibilities of scars distend lessened until the reminders couldn’t be felt. Her jaw clenched, but she pushed herself to continue. A feeling of bittersweet rubbed her throat as she watched the scars that could once be felt through clothes were lessened to marks. Even the Sith brand. Slimy and slippering feelings continued until it ceased.
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Aliclair stared down at her wrist, going from scarred with different aged signs of torture to mere marks. It was a step in the right direction, for her and her future. Events such as the ones she went through, it wasn’t easy. Never. While training was a huge factor, it helped her survive through it all and she wouldn’t be here now. Back home, without the rash her Master Ben and Commander Varn put her through. She’d need to thank them somehow, but for now, she stood from the fountain, taking one last look at it, giving a light smile before slipping her hands within her sleeves to make her leave back to her star ship.

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Force Extension: Force Shield
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Once again, within the training room of her newly passed down star ship ‘Talon’, Aliclair stood with her vibrolance. She felt more at comfort with some form of weapon in her hands, but it wouldn’t do her much good here. During her fight with Reaper Tormentous, she activated an ability she didn’t know she had; Force Shield. This could be a useful extension to add to her roster. The thoughts trailing off into the darkness, she shut her eyes and gave her head a quick shake before knitting her eyebrows. Inhaling, Ali released her signature recentering exhale and calmed down. She thought back, with a clearer head to what triggered her Shield then decided to improve upon it. Ben’s training sphere droid woke to activation, and locked onto target.
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She allowed the shroud to cover her eyes, no longer afraid of what the dark had to offer. Her Force started from the soles of her feet and worked their way up like an expanding bubble of water, with small crystalline droplets surrounding to act as tripline wires. Sheathing her lance behind her, Ali allowed her Force to envelop the spherical droid as it circled and orbited around the she-padawan. The droid would continue on its orbital path, and this would cause ripples, ripples she could detect. But, she wouldn’t dodge- she’d activate her Shield.

The droid revved to shoot out a laser, and Ali tried mimicking the feeling she had before, a mushed version of her aquatic force forming in front of her but not in time. The zap hit against her shoulder, and she held where she was hit, the outline of the branding her Reaper bestowed upon her pressing against her palm. She ordered the droid to cease to catch her breath, a nervous sweat building on her head. Her breathing became hoarse. Her trembled lips muttered out her Master’s name, and in an almost instant, she could feel his Force envelop her. Even while he wasn’t with her physically, he’d always be a part of her. Sniffling back tears, she gave a small nod and moved her hand from her shoulder.

She stood straight up and exhaled once more, and ordered the droid to activate once more. This was a mixture of going against the clock, the droid’s laser attacks and how fast she could construct this Shield. Her nerves were shot, bad. It caused a stunt in her training, but a temporary one. The feeling of what could or would provoke her constantly had her on edge; so far, she found out anything hitting her brands would cause those memories to flash back. Time to move, and push forward.

Feeling the Droid building an attack, she focused hard on the area it would shoot and hardened her bubble to coincide, and finally the droid shot. But it didn’t hit her. She watched as the laser was reflected off her newly formed Force Shield, in complete awe of it’s beautiful design. It reminded her of her family emblem, and the Galactic Alliance flag. Her homes. But, the droid didn’t stop there; it rotated and shot, and Ali followed up her Shield with each shot. The droid rotated, and this caused her Shield to expand around her, similar to a growing permafrost dome. Using her extended hands, she moved her palms to align with the shot and the safeguard deflected the blasts.
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She continued to Force Shield training for another 30 minutes before calling down her droids, and sent them to sleep. Usually, she would boast to herself and give a small dance, but she didn’t feel in the mood. Her hand gripped her branded but wrapped wrist. Aliclair knew apart of herself died within Sith territory, and that was how they bred them. Her eyebrows knitted in sorrow, then exited her training room to see what her Master was doing. She needed his company...

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Force Level: 4
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It’d been a while since Ali and Ben sat together in some training. She’d begin to miss it… they sat together in a sort of meditation sector, away from the walls of the Talon. This needed an open space, so it could be more effective. With more life forces, and items to deal with, to expand her Force. It’d been tied for a while but it was time for it to thaw out it’s stasis and be brighter than ever.
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Ali shut her eyes as usual. Her mind was sent into a dark place with creepy crawlies, while a pebble sunk down to the bottom of a pond. Along with the darkness, the feeling of dilute tendrils worked its way out from the outer parts of the galaxy, from Aliclair. As the pebble hit the bottom of the basin of her mind, the tendrils of the Force expanded from underneath in a splash of elegance, it connected itself with the surrounding aquatic surroundings and opened up Ali’s senses more than what they could do on their own. Flowing between her, her surroundings, every opening and closing possible, her Master, who sat in front of her. She kept her Force around her, however, not extending it out too much; it wasn’t needed. The Force worked everywhere, anywhere, and, while Force sensitive, needed to train. And hone her skills. Or it could lead to disaster.

But, much like in the past, her Force was disturbed, and full of ripples. She had troubles settling it down; many things slashed and messed with her water, her Force, and she couldn’t focus. Defeated, briefly, she opened her eyes to view her distorted floodgates. Her brows furrowed sadly; her fate wasn’t where it used to be. And much like her basin, her Force was scattered, even with her mind at ease. There was something constantly ‘there’. In attempts to recenter herself, inhaled-exhaled. But it didn’t work; and Ali began to worry, which caused more ripples, and a staticed feeling over her. Similar to a chain reaction, Ali began to feel suffocated, submerged in the overwhelming feeling of not passing through this deep rut. Her hands trembled within her lap, and they broke formation. More distorted it became, and it made her tear up.

But, feeling her Master’s Force calmed her, but not her troubled waters. She saw it, and it was full of troubles, and victories in the past, like a film roller but diluted, and some in bubbles. Her shifted copper orange-red eyes glistened against the shining drive of it all. The Force had it up’s, its down’s. But it always had her back, especially when she needed it the most. Her faith returned, and she dived back into her training. Ali felt her Force once more in its cool state, swaddling her in the much needed comfort. Ben gave her a reassuring smile. With their Forces intertwined, Ali felt her troubles melt away. She watched as the inundate danced around the two, and feeling more relieved, she shut her eyes once more to push forward.

And with this final climb out her rut, her Force is able to flourish. Sitting there, no longer alone, her once troubled waters finally relaxed to flood the area with calming effects. Ali could use her Force more effectively, and she used it to scan the area. Ripples to full waves as they danced around the area they were in, and Aliclair absorbed it all. And with this, another step forward for her and her path.
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After their training, the duo decided to do something together; whether it was sharing a meal or having a simple conversation. Ali needed this time to feel like she was on the correct path to her healing stages, and spending the necessary time with her Master. There was hope.


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Force Extension: Create Light
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The time for furthering herself came. She began to think of how she was shrouded in darkness. And maybe if she had a way of creating some kindles, she could escape it. She sat on her bed, meditating, with her hands on her lap and her thumbs forming an ‘O’. With an inhale, she let out an exhale, and began her self training.
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Like the process of terraforming, Ali’s Force broke from being dormant and filled around her. From where she sat, and with her eyes closed, she started within an abyssal state with nothing but darkness. Darkness didn’t scare her, but what dwelled it in. Here, she was safe, and as she felt the Force envelop her from around, spiraling and twirling around, she extended her hands in front of her. She would need to create light with no kindles.

Her Force built up within her hands, and she began thinking of kindles. Fires. Electricity… Her hands trembled, fear started creeping up her arms until a sharp imaginary shock crackled her arm, and she let out a brief exclaim of pain, opening her eyes and breaking her connection. She felt up and down her arms, but no new scars other than the ones she had. Her basin bubble she formed to use the Force popped and she was left there, in darkness once more. Exhaling, she looked at her hands, which were scarred. Ali needed to push past this.

Shaking her head, and giving her cheeks a light slap, she moved her hands back infront of her. Gathering the Force energy around her like a void. Her mind began to visualize everything light related, even the kindles that weren't fire. Bifrost, luminescent crystals and even glow bugs that shimmered in the night. Even ice had a small glow to them when accompanied by the Sun. And then, similar to the warmth of the sun. Positive balancing out the negatives, and it didn’t hurt. It sent warm sensations through her hands, similar to stroking the soft fur of a Loth-wolf, which she had the pleasure of indulging in once.

Flickers of the Force began to develop past a simple presence of the Galaxy and fabricated into a light bright little light in her hands. She looked into its twinkling kindles, and it wasn’t perfect. But, it was there. A piece of the Force in the palm of her hand as a guide in the Darkness. The fuzzy feeling of it was enough to earn it a smile then she released it. Floating up then glowing brighter, Padawan Austjor had created light.


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Force Level Up: Month 5
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Aliclair stood ready with her hands in semi-fists and shut eyes. The Force grew within the young padawan but it could do more. Be furthered and reach further heights. From the Galaxy’s matter, to the tiniest life, drawing in all around, Ali’s Force coiled and schooled around her fish. Shutting her eyes and allowing her now aquatic state to gather around, Ali fixed her posture before sitting on the ground with her hands on her lap. Her basin started calm and still, with her mind at ease and peace; even if the Galaxy was not. It was in constant motion, like the rivers and streams on various planets. Inhaling, she released the held breath. Following the breath, traveling aquafied tendrils lashed, then settled. Similar to a spider’s web.

As the Force moved around her like a calm storm, to feel the soothing droplets around her body and to have it connected to everything around her, in the galaxy and further. Meditation is an important factor with any Force user, and Ali found herself doing it more and more to get in tune within the aquatic state of what was constantly around her. It was her job to tap into them, and become one with the Force. Not to get powerful but to use the abilities to protect those who can’t protect themselves. Ali held a hand out to feel the tendrils of the spirling basin travel through and around her limb. While herself was in a peaceful stand still, her mind wandered. Caused ripples and waves within the Force around her. This could cause her to take a moment to look at her distressed orb, with a small eyebrow quirk. It was here that she realized, even if she was calm, everything around her was still in distress. Allowing the waves to wash over her, she accepted, instead of rejecting it. There were moments of distress, discomfort. But, it wasn’t her. Her Force diluted, expanded out. It was then she could see it was others having those feelings. To do more than just see, to feel. To understand.

Ali was in no pain. Just to watch, and meditate. It was all she could do to help hone her Force, with it being untamed. Although having a Master, someone to help her with these rapid feelings. Her connection with the Force was undeniably potent. And sometimes, it flooded over her, drowning. But, to keep a calm mind, to be the Peacekeepers the Jedi had to be. The she-padawan allowed the Force to envelope her so it could take her senses further than what she could do on her own.

Going deeper into these irrigated waters as they shifted Ali’s bubble, she knew the Force could tell her many things, but it was also cryptic, like the oceans. Deep, crevice bodies of water but, when dealing with the Force, the Sensitive person was a pebble at the bottom of it. She could feel the movement around her; with every step and movement taken sent vibrations from all around her, sending signals and traces back. The more she concentrated, the more images cleared like crystals. The more focused she became, the clearer everything was. But, it was still bits and pieces, with lots of room for learning. Places to be explored, like the endless waters on all planets. And then, to open her eyes caused the whirlpool of her Force to be absorbed within her body and to be dispersed, or shattered for later usage. Exhaling, her waters eased over and calmed to be used for another day.


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Control: Level 2
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As Aliclair walked the halls of her Talon, she couldn’t help but to give a small huff. She’d been everywhere, and needed time to rejuvenate, to restore energy into her body. It was time to do some Force training on her own. She walked to her meditation quarters, then shut/locked the door behind her to ensure no one would disturb her unless absolutely important.
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As she sat on a mat on the floor, hands on her lap and eyes shut, her Force expanded a few inches from her body as a basined bubble. The cool feel and standstill of the aquatic feeling around her. Her breathing, slightly irregular and this caused ripples to form. The Force could now see what the issue was, and where she needed to focus. Her body was in a state of exhaust, wear and tear and needed to be fixed up. Holding her hands with her pointer fingers and thumbs forming an ‘O’, she concentrated her Force around her fatigue body. With tired eyes shut, she began to start the process. This would be a timely process. Luckily, there was always time for that. Her bubble formed around her, and within the bubble was nothing but pure Force flowing around her. This was the fun part, to activate her Basin. But, what she had to do next wasn’t so fun; she’d need to allow the Force to fix up her body, which while had its alleviating moments, to have it dig and worm its way.

As she used her Force more and more, the feeling of its tendrils coiling around her sent nice sensations throughout her worn body. Similar to how Ben’s Force could calm her in any given situation. It wasn’t rejuvenating just yet. There was a process that needed to be done. Ali had to assess why she felt the way she did. Over time, her responsibilities, the war, training. While not hard, it was still activities that had to be done. That required energy. And, without sleep, she would need to find other means of gaining it. Gathering her basin Force, she decided to focus on her head, where a small bothersome, not painful, headache was prodding at her. Integrating her tendrils into her head, she allowed the weird feeling of when she meddled with her body before, to slide and sink to lessen the triggered nerves causing her headaches. Prodding at that for a few minutes, her headache eventually ceased, thanks to her basined Force soothing over it. Giving a small grumble as the tendrils withdrew from her head, she felt it slither out of her like acupuncture needles.

Aliclair gave her head a small shake and briefly opened her eyes. Her Force still active, then with a small exhale, she shut her eyes to mend her body once more from fatigue. The overall feeling of tiredness stemmed from lack of rest. Coiling and pulsing around her, Ali decided to try and use this to restore energy, through the Force. Turning her head to give her neck a brief crack, she focused back on restoration. Her mind wondered in that sense; when kindles of a flame were dying, they would revive it by adding wood, or any flammable piece. A soldier wounded in battle, rest. Bandages and remedies to heal the body. Dampened tendrils coiling all around her body, then encroached, a small shiver shaking her body. It felt nice to receive energy but that crawling feeling still bothered her. But, less than when she lessened the visibility of her scars. The Force worked its way throughout her body to rebuild what Ali had lost. Controlled breathing, and controlled usage of her tendrils as they worked.

The exhaust feeling weighing down her body lessened as time passed. A mixture of rejuvenation and the slugging feeling against her nerves to give them the necessary fixtures. Feeling her tendrils work on the surface, and underneath her skin, Ali kept on pushing her Force, however; to further herself and her abilities to keep on going; she'd remember when her mother would go days, weeks - even months without proper rest due to her connection to the Force and her skills. This would be the way, to train. And hone her skills into something more potent. Vast. And her Master, Ben Kenobi. There was no doubt he could do it to; she'd seen it. As her Basined Force salivated throughout her, she could feel the fatigue lingering on her before lift off her body, and now, her body at a neutral state of not having the energy or feeling tired. With that, now she needed to work on giving herself vitality, which wouldn't be too challenging since she learned to redirect and remove. Now, to restore and vivacitate.

With the Force being everywhere, within everyone, drawing it from its ample source. Boosting herself and that rush of conduct, it sent a last shiver throughout Ali's body and her eyes opened. Looking at her body, giving her arm a small flex, she felt as if she actually did sleep.
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“Huh, so that’s how its done.” She muttered to herself, getting to her feet and giving her body a nice stretch. And, with that, back to work she went.

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Force Extension: Force Jump
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Aliclair entered a training room. She’d seen a few people, including her own Master, jump at great heights. No doubt it was through the Force; many Jedi Knights, and even Padawans, had this skill. It assisted them in combat, getting out of problematic situations and many more. It was time for Padawan Austjor to also learn this skill.
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She didn’t need to take a seat, but she did still need to get the flow of her Force going around her. Shutting her eyes, she allowed it to expand up and outwards to shape around her body. The whirlpool of the Force circling around her, she channeled a majority of it to her legs, and its tendrils. With her tendrils at work, Ali began her thought process to things that could leap at great heights. Creatures, and even her fellow Jedi Knights. Exhaling a controlled inhale, she could feel the circling her legs. Giving the floor a small kick, she prepared herself.

Ali took a moment to feel the Force in her legs, the familiar ambience. Gathering tension in her muscles, Ali pushed and leapt into the ground. Landing, she didn’t leap any higher; she hit normal jumping height. An eyebrow raised, she double checked to ensure her basin was active, and it was. She crouched once more, knitting her eyebrows in effort. The tendrils began to build tension like springs. And like springs, they released, and so did Ali. Practically being launched high up. For a moment, she felt accomplished and happy! She'd done the Jump. Those thoughts were cut short when her body collided with the ceiling above. Her Force ceased as she fell in a slight daze. She quickly recovered, focusing to reactivate her basin Force, tendrils quickly coiling around her legs once more, landing on them roughly, then flipping to sit on the ground. Her bubble was at a standstill now as she sat there, her head throbbing in pain. Inhaling, she exhaled a pained grumble. Shakily, she rose to her feet - taking it slow.

She repeated the steps she did before; spring-locking her legs through her woven Force. Pausing to allow it to gather, settle then to execute, she pushed against the ground below her to leap into the air, the springs releasing once more, and flying into a semi-hover until her body responded to gravity, and she landed roughly but on her feet. She repeated this once more, twice. Until her body adjusted to the leap, and the ambience of constantly using her Force in the sense of leaping to and fro, high or longer distances.
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Ali shook her head slightly, and stumbled abit on before settling down on the floor. She thanked her Higher Being that her Master Kenobi wasn’t here to see that epic failure...

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