Abilities and Skills: Luke's Force abilities include, but are not limited to: -telekinesis. -recovering from injuries via meditation. -precognition via dreams. -telepathy, mostly with other Jedi and not very distinct at all. -danger sensing -creating an illusion, as small as changing his appearance and as large as an entire fleet of starships. -lightning. Except Luke's is green. -aiding in lightsaber dueling (evasion, speed boosts, etc) and piloting. -various techniques learned among the Baran Do Sages on Kel Dor. These involve using the Force to generate a low-level electromagnetic field around the body, and can be used to fuzz out security cams, screw with brainwave readings, and turn oneself into a lightning rod. -Fold space; a form of Force teleportation. -Mind Walking/the ability to go into a certain kind of trance and enter a realm known as Beyond Shadows.
Luke is excellently trained in melee combat with saber- or sword-like weapons, nor is he a bad shot with a blaster or ship-mounted weaponry. Because he's lent an extra measure of calm through the Force, he would make an excellent diplomat--though he'd rather be out doing good rather than just arguing for it.
Sample: It was a brick.
Luke stared at what he'd been given when he made his way to the dispenser in the mess hall. During the Rebellion, he'd had some pretty bland-looking food, but it had at least looked a little easier to eat, and there were ways to get around the flat taste of a military-issue field ration. But this... this didn't even make an attempt to look appetizing.
He took his brick back to the area of the station they used as a lounge. Thankfully right now there weren't many people in here; just a couple of the strange inhabitants of the station, dressed in their colorful garb, in the darker corners of the room. Luke took a seat at the scuffed, dinged table and eyed his brick again. It had had some kind of spice applied to it that looked like a violent red rash. Still, Jedi techniques couldn't create cellular energy out of nothing, so Luke took a bite and chewed.
And, for the first time in years, actively wished he had a glass of blue milk to wash it down with. It could be worse--the spice stung and the taste of the brick itself was like the packing material used to cushion delicate parts in crates--but it certainly wasn't anything to send a HoloNet transmission back home about.
Not that he could. He was exiled, and contacting those who were affiliated with the Jedi Order was expressly forbidden.
Drawing slightly on the Force, Luke put that thought out of his mind. Here, he had to stay focused on their goal, on their next mission. It was a war, like the many others he'd been involved in since emptying Tatooine sand out of his boots for the last time. Matters in his universe would be resolved in time.
A Jedi is patient, he reminded himself, and took another bite.
Luke Skywalker, pt. 2
Abilities and Skills:
Luke's Force abilities include, but are not limited to:
-telekinesis.
-recovering from injuries via meditation.
-precognition via dreams.
-telepathy, mostly with other Jedi and not very distinct at all.
-danger sensing
-creating an illusion, as small as changing his appearance and as large as an entire fleet of starships.
-lightning. Except Luke's is green.
-aiding in lightsaber dueling (evasion, speed boosts, etc) and piloting.
-various techniques learned among the Baran Do Sages on Kel Dor. These involve using the Force to generate a low-level electromagnetic field around the body, and can be used to fuzz out security cams, screw with brainwave readings, and turn oneself into a lightning rod.
-Fold space; a form of Force teleportation.
-Mind Walking/the ability to go into a certain kind of trance and enter a realm known as Beyond Shadows.
Luke is excellently trained in melee combat with saber- or sword-like weapons, nor is he a bad shot with a blaster or ship-mounted weaponry. Because he's lent an extra measure of calm through the Force, he would make an excellent diplomat--though he'd rather be out doing good rather than just arguing for it.
Sample:
It was a brick.
Luke stared at what he'd been given when he made his way to the dispenser in the mess hall. During the Rebellion, he'd had some pretty bland-looking food, but it had at least looked a little easier to eat, and there were ways to get around the flat taste of a military-issue field ration. But this... this didn't even make an attempt to look appetizing.
He took his brick back to the area of the station they used as a lounge. Thankfully right now there weren't many people in here; just a couple of the strange inhabitants of the station, dressed in their colorful garb, in the darker corners of the room. Luke took a seat at the scuffed, dinged table and eyed his brick again. It had had some kind of spice applied to it that looked like a violent red rash. Still, Jedi techniques couldn't create cellular energy out of nothing, so Luke took a bite and chewed.
And, for the first time in years, actively wished he had a glass of blue milk to wash it down with. It could be worse--the spice stung and the taste of the brick itself was like the packing material used to cushion delicate parts in crates--but it certainly wasn't anything to send a HoloNet transmission back home about.
Not that he could. He was exiled, and contacting those who were affiliated with the Jedi Order was expressly forbidden.
Drawing slightly on the Force, Luke put that thought out of his mind. Here, he had to stay focused on their goal, on their next mission. It was a war, like the many others he'd been involved in since emptying Tatooine sand out of his boots for the last time. Matters in his universe would be resolved in time.
A Jedi is patient, he reminded himself, and took another bite.