BizzarePony

I seriously can't wait to see this now. I am, however, using an iPod.

Dusty cursed loudly. He wasn't suited for battle against heavily armored foes. However, he did have a decent amount of explosive left. He took what was left and attached it to his throwing knives, aiming them straight for the drake's eyes.

Dusty, in his rage, broke through the ice as if it was nothing. He continued his relentless barrage of staff mastery.

Dusty once again appeared behind Frost. The fire was back in his eyes.

"Now then, where were we?"

Dusty swung his staff with even greater speed, as its weight had been greatly reduced.

Dusty slowly got up from the ground and grinned.

"I know a bomb like that couldn't kill you. But a ceiling will. HEADS UP!"

Dusty looked at the package (which he had thrown onto the base of a massive stalactite), tipping his hat before pressing the detonator, raining down massive chunks of rubble onto the dragon's head.

"But of course. I am anxious to begin training as soon as possible." She replied as she caught back up with the group.

(back in the old republic, children were taken to the Jedi temple at a very young age. So if we literally just joined, then we're all like 4 years old or even younger.

 

Finest, explain what's going on. I was under the impression that we had already grown up in the temple, had masters, had gone out and done missions and what not. And I know padawans aren't technically Jedi yet, but they still get called Jedi all the time. They even call themselves Jedi in a lot of books.)

 

(You make a valid point. Perhaps these were Jedi trained by knights and masters outside of the temple, and are continuing their training at the academy itself.)

Dusty, in his rage, noticed the dragon standing between him and his target. That simply wouldn't do. He knew that he couldn't defeat a dragon with merely a staff. It's scaly exterior was much to impenatrable for that. He once again opened the top portion of the staff, extracing a much larger chunk. Placing a detonator on the charge, he jumped straight toward the Dragon, anticipating an attack. That would be his window of opportunity.

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Renzia nodded. "I am likewise. The force has always been a natural part of me ever since my birth. I come from a long line of Force-sensitive Bothans.

Dusty watched the scene in abject horror, not believing what he had just seen. He turned back to Frost, the fire of a thousand suns burning in his eyes. His muscles tensed up, his blood rushed faster, he could feel himself going into a fit of rage like few could ever match.

Dusty appeared next to Frost as if by magic, with his already breathtaking speed enhanced by the pain and rage he experienced. His staff cut through the air, making a straight path towards Frost's torso.

Renzia raised an eyebrow. "I expect that must take quite a toll on your endurance."

Renzia observed the board very closely, noting its clever design. She turned to its user. "I am very intrigued as to how such a device works. Would you be willing tI show me sometime?"

Renzia walked over to the the padawan on the board as well. She introduced herself likewise.

As she exits the ship, Renzia takes in all of her new surroundings. Corascant Was brimming with people and speeders, more than the eye could track. She started to walk towards the academy, approaching the other padawans along the way.

(So... Where are we exactly? At the academy?)

True, I like older heavy metal.

TPAM enjoys a good quantum physics joke.

Dusty silently cursed. She was a tricky one. He sighed. He didn't want to pull of his secret weapon so soon, but alas, he had been given no choice. He pressed a very small button on the top of his staff, revealing the end of a long metal tube embedded in the wood, filled with a strange, plastic-like substance. He scooped out a small chunk of the substance, stuck a small device into it, throwing it straight at the golem's neck. Pressing a second button on his staff triggered the reaction, causing the chunk to explode with extreme force.

Dusty blinked. Again? Where had he seen this pony before? He didn't have time to think, though, as Frost was already on the defensive. He quickly maneuvered around the spikes, trying to get another hit in.

Name: Renzia

Species: Bothan

Description: Tall, Female, Rarely uses her lightsaber, as she is very talented at creative manipulation of the force, calm, clever.

Dusty emerged from the shadows behind Frost, bow staff whipping through the air towards her head.

I would, but I never seem to have enough time.

My brother owns books on just about every canon event in Star Wars, including schematics of ships and weaponry. Just so you know. That should make this quite interesting.

Dusty followed them all in as well, taking in the surroundings. He noticed that as the cave went on, there was more and more ice on the walls, until there was an entire wall made up of nothing but ice.