Characters: Meetra Surik and Open When/Where: Thursday/The Palace Rating/Warnings: TBD (mentions of death, violence, and war)
When Meetra needs to clear her head, it isn't always meditation she strays too. She knows what she'll find there, and she already has her answers. She knows where to go, and when. Especially because before, she never had the time to really say goodbye. The Jedi would argue that such things were irrelevant, all things go to the Force they would say, but she disagreed. Good bye was integral to any journey, and the Masters, and Alek, deserved at least this much. Combined with the fact that this would aid Jyn, it was not a trip she had questions about, or needed meditating about.
The feelings that would arise from it, from seeing the Enclave again? Those weren't thing she felt she could meditate about. So she strays to practice. Practice allows her to shut her mind off, just focus on the swing of her 'Sabers and how to make sure she isn't about to let them hit herself. It is meditation in it's own way, but instead of drowning herself in peace, she let's exercise do it for her.
And yet, even in practice it shows why Meetra does not spar often, or with many. Sparring, to a Jedi, has Rules. Attacks have counters, and only these can be used. It took her one fight with a Mandalorian squad to unlearn the Rules of sparring for Mandalorians do not fight with Rules. And the one they do fight with is; win. Win at all cost. Win at any cost. And that crept into her bones, crept into her blood and muscles. She will use what tactics she must to win her fights, to stay alive.
But this mindset does not make her a good Jedi, or good with the Rules. So she keeps her sparring to a minimum, with people who understand how war can make you into someone else, how it makes one learn how to survive, or otherwise to die.
Her strieks are timed to the beat of music. She lost all the ones she liked back on the Ebon Hawk, but she has quietly found new things to practice to. It is loud and fast paced, which isn't something she minds. the more she practices, the easier wielding two 'Sabers will eventually be.
At a height of a song she leaps up, turning upside down and throwing her 'Saber at an imagined target. She is trying to learn how to throw the 'Sabers with the Force, and the move is something she has seen someone do. But as good of a mimic as she is, she is only a mimic. Not until the move sits in her blood like it belongs there will she consider it 'good'. Even now, when she lands on her feet she misses the lightsaber as it goes flying behind her. She hears it clatter behind the music, and then extinguish. With a sigh she turns off the music via a subtle pull of the Force before extending her hand and letting the 'Saber come to it.
Again then. This time she keeps the 'Saber extinguished, but she tries again and again until she can grab the saber just as she lands back on her feet. It is a move the Jedi would consider 'flashy' and therefor unnecessary but she is someone used to unnecessary. It might become necessary at some point. Plus, without new things, how will she learn? She only stops when she senses someone approach.
And while she is out of breath and feeling much in need of a shower she still straightens. She might not be Jedi anymore, but she still believes in helping.