Two. (Open to All)

[beforethedarktimes]

It had taken time, but Obi-Wan had become familiar enough with the holodeck to create a program for the room. Of course, as a first attempt, it was a far cry from some of the programs he’d seen. There were no characters, no costumes or props, but it suited his needs nonetheless.

It was a perfect recreation of one of the numerous training rooms within the Jedi Temple, or at least as perfect as he could make it from memory. The walls were smooth metal, curved and fitted as though they were part of some seamless, organic whole. Familiar tapestries adorned the walls, displaying the tenets of the Jedi Code, and the hard, tile floor bore the symbol of the Order in a ruddy, red stone.

There were a few details he couldn’t fill in of course. The room was the right size, but it didn’t feel quite as … open, as the genuine article. That, and the symbol on the floor was the wrong shade. Too light, or too dark, though for the life of him he couldn’t remember which. But it was close enough. Close enough that, for a moment, it felt like he was home.

It was a welcome change of pace.

While everyone else was busy preparing for the holidays, Obi-Wan could be found in his tranquil recreation of home. The sapphire-blue blade of his lightsaber was lit for the first time since he'd arrived. Despite his lack of practice, he showed no signs of rust as he flowed with practiced ease from one stance to the next.

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[neverlosemyfocus]

There was something… comfortably familiar about sparring with Obi-Wan. She KNEW him, knew him as well as she knew herself, sometimes; they’d done this plenty of times before, and fought side by side more. And despite the change in location it was the actions themselves that held the familiarity, not the location. Although stepping into the holodeck program that Obi-Wan had created was familiar in another way. It felt, for a moment, like coming home. As close to coming home as they were able to get, for the time being.

She leaned against the wall, arms folded, watching Obi-Wan run forms with an amused, crooked smile on her face.

[general_chang]

"Why is your sword a laser?" is the question Chang finally asked when he'd taken in the room and the man in it. Energy weapons he gets. Swords he gets. The point of combining both seemed... well, it perhaps unfair to consider it 'childish' but the image of a child putting everything in one bowl and mixing it up comes to Chang's mind anyway.

[disneydescendant]

Sneaking into someone else's holodeck was probably rude but as Henry hadn't been on the ship for long, he didn't really know the social protocol's of the place. Followed by a small dalmatian puppy, the boy entered the program and stared around as he recognised the place.

It wasn't until he spotted the man with the obvious lightsaber than he grinned and advanced slowly so he didn't get hurt by the weapon. He even picked up his puppy so that his best friend didn't accidentally decide it was a chew toy.

"Hi there." He said, announcing his presence verbally even though he was sure the man knew he had arrived anyway.

[didnotwant]

Marion couldn't deal with the holiday cheer. Literally just could not. Last year had been an emotional sucker punch to the gut. She was sure that was why even if she harbored feelings for a very idealistic captain she just couldn't really fully let him in.

Letting someone close to her was a bit dangerous anyways.

She had borrowed a practice sword from the gym and was going to hit up her training program. A few hours of just letting go and being herself away from everyone seemed like next to perfect therapy for the werewolf.

"Aw geezs." She just quietly plants her face in one hand.

"I'm really sorry pard," the Texan drawls. "I should've checked. Didn't mean to barge in on anyone."

[abyssum_invocat]

"That's pretty."

It may be easier--not to mention better if you're unused to the idea of teleportation--to not ask where the child now studying the lightsaber came from; much like Obi-Wan Sinthia is not preparing for the holidays, and has some free time. She's safely out of reach of the thing he's got in his hand, though even if she weren't she was improving at keeping her whole self intangible long enough to get out of the way.

"The blue, I mean."

[jadedassassin]

Whatever was going on with the so-called holidays, Mara had no care to find out more about it. She wasn't exactly in a celebratory mood, to put it lightly. She was still irritable and on edge. She still felt wrong with the severed bond to Palpatine that now left her feeling adrift. She felt as though someone had ripped part of her very soul out. Though of course she wasn't going to voice such pains. It would only be viewed as whining. And really, who could possibly understand what that Force Bond felt like? It wasn't an ordinary bond one had with a very close friend. This was one that went deeper, that had entwined itself within her. And then it had been ripped out of her unceremoniously when Q brought her here.

As such, the assassin silently walked the halls, intending to try and get some training under her belt to work out the restlessness building within her. Mara didn't do well when she didn't have something to do. And being on the Enterprise was quickly driving her crazy.

Though upon arriving at the holodeck, she found herself seeing that Jedi she'd met shortly after her arrival on the ship. Mara saw the symbol of the Jedi Order on the floor. It made her feel a mix of repulsion and disgust. Though was it disgust at herself? How many Jedi had she hunted down and killed for the Emperor? She had killed a few. But by and large, the Jedi had been purged, and the few survivors had fled into hiding across the Galaxy by the time she was old enough and strong enough to undertake missions.

"So this is what it looked like," she commented nonchalantly, arms crossing over her chest. Mara didn't exactly care if she was bothering him, she was making a comment. She'd never actually seen the Jedi Temple. Only heard the stories of the day Darth Vader, formerly Anakin Skywalker, had attacked it and killed everyone he could, including children.