Telekines

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One day, when I came in after fencing practice, I sat down on my bed and realized that for the past few months I had been living like a cat on a fishing barge. No sooner had I tasted the last catch than the next one fell on me, and the fish was different. And I have to eat everything, or at least take a bite out of it. Except that the boat will soon dock to the shore, and all the fish will be taken by silly people. Meditation, Jedi Archives, swordsmanship, melee, energy absorption, second technical floor.... And those are just the directions. I really wanted to create my own droid, probed the issue of lightsaber, poked around in the Archives, the contents of which make my eyes diverge, learn how to absorb energy not only by touch, begin to learn another form of sword fighting, or better a couple of them. I'm also thinking about my finances, but I'm too young to do that. And I have two hours to do all this before going to bed and two or three after. But, as I learned from Ahsoka, after about six years we will be given one more hour of free time, and Lairi confirmed that it will be like that every year. That means I'll have ten hours by the time I'm thirteen, but by then I'll have to decide what to do next - leave the Order or wait another year. If I wait, I'll have to shy away from people who want to take me as an apprentice. I mean, I don't know that they will, but it's possible, and I don't want to become a Padawan. I don't want to become a Padawan, for many reasons. I'm not going to be a Padawan, because if I don't, they'll put me in one of the Civilian Corps, which is not good either. Not to mention that most of those corps are outside the Temple, on other planets. Which means goodbye, Archives. Oh, and many other things.

About four months before my birthday, I learned that the Jedi have a certain Great Holocron. I knew what a holocrone was from my previous life, but I didn't know the specifics, so I was very surprised by the crap that stores all the Jedi knowledge for most, if not all, of the Order's existence. There were exactly two problems. For me. The first was that I was too young. As Lairi, who had told us about all this, had said, even Padawans are only allowed to the Great Holocron with an escort, and there was no guarantee that I would be allowed there at all. Secondly, each holocrone is inhabited by a Guardian, aka the Guardian, a sort of digitized personality of the one who actually created the holocrone. The Great One is the only one who is not clear about this - it seems that his Guardian is not the one who created it, but some kind of... Some kind of mind that has absorbed the personality of several Jedi. So, the problem is that this Guardian gives out only the information it deems safe for the user. They say you have to be ready for the knowledge, and it's the Guardian that determines how ready you are.

As I listened to our mentor's story, I realized that this is another fish I must get to in the near future. Not to gain knowledge, which I didn't count on, but to figure out what direction to take. So that when I could have a proper conversation with the Guardian... Okay, I couldn't cheat him, but it was worth a try. I might be able to get something out of him. Am I, after all, a traitor or not? Where's my big piano? А?

On reflection, I realized there was no point in me cheating. I'm not a schemer, so I can't do what I need to do in a few words without anyone realizing it. So, so as not to make a big deal out of it, I just walked up to our tweezer.

At that moment we were on our way to History class after breakfast, our conversation could be heard by the whole group.

- Mentor Lairi.

- Is something wrong, Raine? - She turned to me.

- Mmm, no, nothing's wrong. I just wanted to... to ask you something.

- And what's that?

- Take us to the Great Holocron.

- The what?

- The holocron. The Great One. Take us.

- Who's us?

- All of us," I turned around and waved at the group. - As a tour. I'd love to see the holocron.

- Well, there isn't much to see," the woman said, mildly surprised. - A golden dodecahedron. - And, probably thinking that I would not understand, she explained: -a dodecahedron.

- It is usual for you, but it is interesting for us. Isn't it interesting? - I turned to the children.

And I got quick nods of my head and a lot of voice confirmations.

- I will see what can be done.

- And we could be introduced to the Sentinel.

- Rein...

- I'd like that very much. Don't you? - Once again, the children, as one, agreed with me.

- You know," said the Twilight girl to the cubs, "somehow I don't think they want it as much as they seem to want it.

- You just do.

- Rayne...

- I want it very much. And I see no reason to forbid this excursion.

- Oh, young man. All right, I'll see what I can do, but I warn you, it's not up to me.

- Well, at least that's the way it is.

If she doesn't make any progress within a week, I'll have to meet Jocasta Nu, the chief archivist. I'll have to do it anyway, but I thought I'd start when I had more free time. In a year or two. Right now I had to concentrate on hand-to-hand, because I'd forgotten about that. And after Order 66, a lightsaber would be dangerous.

I didn't have to go to practice that night alone. I had to go to practice the same night, but I was not alone. I had to train the whole young company in telekinesis. And here's the strange thing - if the locals associated telekinesis with lifting weights, I associated it with walking on a rope. For example, when Ahsoka lifted this or that object, she was trying so hard that I wanted to squeeze her. I didn't waste any effort - it was all the same to me, whether I could lift a coin or a bed, but my telekinesis failed as the weight increased. It was like lifting a heavy weight on a thin string - you could pull a little harder and start all over again. But theoretically, Yoda is right, and weight does not matter. The main thing here is to get used to it. In general, it's not the strength of the gifted that matters in this skill, it's the perception. How you look at the problem is how you will solve it. I wonder how Yoda looks at it.

All of these thoughts, as well as the children's training, prompted me to go to the Strength Room instead of the fencing room. I had gone there before, but somehow it just so happened that before I had been there to train, and today I wanted to experiment. And everything would have been fine, but the problem was that Ahsoka was involved. And not just for fun, but with the rest of the inhabitants of our room.

- Hey, horny, don't you have something better to do? Maybe the boys don't want to go with you.

- I'm not horny, you're hairy! I don't care what the little ones want. They should be training to be good Jedi, not sleeping.

I'm not a psychologist, and I'm not very good with words, it's hard for me to express in words what I feel right now, but if you only knew how much I wanted to mention the dark side of the force after Ahsoka's words.

- Have you asked them what they want? You know what, girl, forcing anyone is not the Jedi way. Persuasion, yes, but not coercion. - And when he couldn't stand it, he finished, "The dark side of it.

- Oh." "I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to," the little togruita squeaked, her eyes wide. - I didn't mean it. Boys," she turned to them, "if you don't want to, I don't want you to.

Heh. What a girl. They wouldn't go anywhere now, even if they wanted to. Pride won't let them. And most importantly, I'm sure she didn't do it on purpose. Ahsoka is a very kind girl, though she doesn't seem so at first sight.

- It's all right, Ahsoka," Jiro said, "we really must train.

- Yes," Palatte nodded. - Only we don't know how.

Oh, man, you should have given her a throat, too.

- Ha! So I'll help you! Anything you don't understand, just ask. I'll tell you what to do when I'm not here. And now we're going to practice!

No plans, just excitement.

- Where are we going? - Rama asked after we'd been silent for a minute.

- Uh... - The togruta looked at me.

- What? Lead the way.

- Are you coming with us? - She asked me back.

- No, of course not. What am I doing with you kids?

- Hey, you're a kid, too! - They pointed a finger at me.

- Yeah? Prove it.

- Prove it? - Oh, my God. I guess being a kid does have an effect on the psyche after all. I'm talking about me, in case anyone didn't get it. It's just, getting into an argument with a kid, especially over something this stupid, it's just not mature. I mean, really, what's a six-year-old girl got to say to me? - You're younger than me! I'm older!

- I'm physically younger... ah, never mind. Anyway, go where you're going. - They're standing. Staring like rabbits at a boa constrictor. - What are you looking at? Go on.

- Raine...

Shit.

- All right, all right. Let's go.

In the strength room, I needed a section with blocks of various weights. It was actually a large area with randomly scattered cubic stone blocks. And there were not only large stones, which is understandable, but also a bunch of small ones, from a hundred grams or so, and higher. It was the big ones that interested me at the moment. I could only get rid of the children.

- Come here, - I called them to the edge of the platform. - Take a seat.

I reached through the Force to the nearest stones weighing about a kilogram, and drew six of them to me, placing them right at the children's feet.

- Until you can hold their weight for at least a minute, don't bother me.

- But, Rein," Jiro said, "they're too heavy. We won't be able to lift them. Well... except for Rama.

- That's what training is for. Go ahead.

- And I can lift this stone! - Ahsoka said proudly.

- Yeah?" I smirked, then tossed the stone back to her, pulling the larger one twice over. - And so?

- And that's not fair," she sulked.

- It's not me, it's life. What are you sulking about? You came here to train, so train," I answered the girl. And looking at the flying stone of Rama, I took control of it and tossed the pound cube to my friends. Then, just as I did with Ahsoka, I levitated a heavier one to him. The man did not even seem to pay attention to it. - Whoever could keep the stone in the air for a minute... no, two minutes, I'll treat him to cakes.

- Do you have any cakes? - The girl exclaimed.

- I have acquaintances," I answered. - Who will get the cakes.

- Will you introduce me?

- No.

- Well, Rain...

- It's not up to me. He's a technician, works on the second floor. They won't let you up there, and he doesn't come up there himself. Do you understand?

- Okay," they mumbled back to me. And I think they were a little offended.

- Well, if that's the case, go ahead. Why sit idle?

Well, I have to go too. I came to the center of the site, found a relatively empty place, free of stones, and then sat down stoically on the sand. Let's begin.