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fandomhigh2012-02-14 12:08 am
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So You're a Fugitive From Justice, Tuesday, 3rd Period
Class was in the Danger Shop today. And the shop was... a large, white expanse.
In what seemed to be roughly the center of the expanse, Zayne was sitting on the floor with his legs crossed. "Hey everyone. Just go ahead and have a seat on the ground. Feel free to space yourselves out a little, too."
"I'll explain this in more depth in a later class, but there was a point where I turned myself in to the Republic to avert a disaster," Zayne said, leading class off on a joyful note this week of all weeks. "It... didn't really work. And then I was a prisoner on a Republic cruiser for a week while the cruiser was fleeing the Mandalorian fleet. It was kind of insane, from what I understand."
"Obviously, I was in the brig, so I didn't know much of anything that was happening. And not knowing while being in solitary confinement probably would have driven me insane, except for one thing. I could still meditate," Zayne said. "Its not something I've ever been great at, just sitting there and doing nothing in an extremely active way. But when you have no other choice, you get good. Or you go nuts."
"Actually, the guards thought I had. I spent a few days sitting in one spot against the wall, and I didn't move until the ship was being overtaken and the commanding officer had no other choice but to use me, the dangerous criminal, to give them one last stand against the invaders," Zayne said. "The officer was stunned when the second I stood up, the wall behind me fell apart, giving us direct access to the hanger bay where the small group of us remaining were able to take a small ship and escape."
"With all of that time to myself, I was able to use my Force sensitivity to realize what was on the other side of the wall, and then I had plenty of time to remove all the bolts in the wall with my mind, so it would fall apart."
"Obviously, not all of you would be able to take things apart with your mind, but meditation can work for everyone if they open themselves up to it. It can be relaxing if you have too much stress. It can lead to clearer decisions if there's something pressing. All of which can help whether you're in prison or still on the run."
Or, and this point should be obvious by now to anyone looking for ulterior motives to this class, help people who are maybe a little too overwhelmed by something in the air.
"So that's what we'll be doing today. The goal is to clear your mind of all distractions and focus inward. For this exercise I'm going to ask you to think of either something nice from your youth or some positive goal you have for yourself in ten years and focus on that," Zayne said. Because that would hopefully be harder to turn horribly filthy than whatever was going on in your present. "So everyone close your eyes. I'll start some white noise, and then you're going to do your best to just focus."
It was a losing battle, Zayne was sure, but it was either this or watch people miss the point of non-lethal violence.
In what seemed to be roughly the center of the expanse, Zayne was sitting on the floor with his legs crossed. "Hey everyone. Just go ahead and have a seat on the ground. Feel free to space yourselves out a little, too."
"I'll explain this in more depth in a later class, but there was a point where I turned myself in to the Republic to avert a disaster," Zayne said, leading class off on a joyful note this week of all weeks. "It... didn't really work. And then I was a prisoner on a Republic cruiser for a week while the cruiser was fleeing the Mandalorian fleet. It was kind of insane, from what I understand."
"Obviously, I was in the brig, so I didn't know much of anything that was happening. And not knowing while being in solitary confinement probably would have driven me insane, except for one thing. I could still meditate," Zayne said. "Its not something I've ever been great at, just sitting there and doing nothing in an extremely active way. But when you have no other choice, you get good. Or you go nuts."
"Actually, the guards thought I had. I spent a few days sitting in one spot against the wall, and I didn't move until the ship was being overtaken and the commanding officer had no other choice but to use me, the dangerous criminal, to give them one last stand against the invaders," Zayne said. "The officer was stunned when the second I stood up, the wall behind me fell apart, giving us direct access to the hanger bay where the small group of us remaining were able to take a small ship and escape."
"With all of that time to myself, I was able to use my Force sensitivity to realize what was on the other side of the wall, and then I had plenty of time to remove all the bolts in the wall with my mind, so it would fall apart."
"Obviously, not all of you would be able to take things apart with your mind, but meditation can work for everyone if they open themselves up to it. It can be relaxing if you have too much stress. It can lead to clearer decisions if there's something pressing. All of which can help whether you're in prison or still on the run."
Or, and this point should be obvious by now to anyone looking for ulterior motives to this class, help people who are maybe a little too overwhelmed by something in the air.
"So that's what we'll be doing today. The goal is to clear your mind of all distractions and focus inward. For this exercise I'm going to ask you to think of either something nice from your youth or some positive goal you have for yourself in ten years and focus on that," Zayne said. Because that would hopefully be harder to turn horribly filthy than whatever was going on in your present. "So everyone close your eyes. I'll start some white noise, and then you're going to do your best to just focus."
It was a losing battle, Zayne was sure, but it was either this or watch people miss the point of non-lethal violence.
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Meditate
Do not think of things you would rather being doing right now than meditating.
Talk to Zayne
You know, a couple years ago. When his connection to the Force was REALLY bad.
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Physically still.
Mord'Sith techniques for dividing the mind were a little different to mediation, and considering what, or more importantly who, she was thinking of...that part didn't work particularly well. In fact it only made her more restless.
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Still, he was trying to take notes.
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People would have to also tune out her occasional frustrated huffs as something jolted her out of her attempts at mind-calming.
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He tried to think of Alisha, but, well. His girlfriend. Probably not the best thing to be thinking about with how... unfocused he was. He shifted uncomfortably and tried clearing his mind with other things.
He was so going to go back home as soon as this class was over. He'd already spent the weekend there, because the pollen did not reach England. This was just too awkward even for him.
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Then she thought about a song that would make a great meditation soundtrack, and thought of mentioning it to Dave, and then she was thinking of Dave and that did not take her to the frame of mind she wanted to be in at all. Whoops.
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Ten years from now? Thinking about that just filled him with desperation, unsure as he was about whether he'd ever come up with anything of such magnitude that it made up for his crimes.
So Ender preferred to let his thoughts drift back to the pollen and his boyfriend, even if that made things more uncomfortable. Sorry, Zayne.
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repressionstubbornness on Ben's part to leave the room--the new and perfectly square scars on his face, neck and hands were light thanks to the dunk in the bacta tank but definitely noticeable--and the way his jaw was set just dared people to comment about it.So a day devoted to meditation was...well, pretty much exactly what he needed. It would just be a little difficult with Ender being all distractingly in the same class as him.
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Look, she was trying, okay?
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Yeah. Too bad this telepathy thing was only one way. The end result was that instead of being relaxed, he was now all fidgety and nervous.
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Which was probably a good thing because she was kind of starting to chafe.
Not that she wasn't going right back to Squall's room after class.
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If not blocking out, then at least quieting somewhat.
She'd had to try to meditate Ultimecia out of her head. That had been hard. This was so much easier. She focused on the future-self she had seen at the reunion, the one with golden-brown tattoos, playing diplomat amongst the countries of the world. She was in control, more so than when she had come in here, at least.
... Not that she wasn't going right back to Squall's room after class.