Duel Training, Group 4

[Kit]

(Cassius, Nyroc and Predor)

A special training area had been set aside on The Will of the Force, a large open space specifically for the purposes of the training that the Battlemaster himself was preparing.

Three hand picked students, pulled from a larger group for specific training in the art of duelling.

The floors were slightly padded, racks of training weapons tucked away in one corner, as well as a collection of eclectic objects, each of which had been gathered by Augustus today, for this precise training session.

All that remained was for the students to arrive.

 

[Phil]

((Sorry that I did not see this.))

Predor Logath was making haste to where he was needed, remembering that he was selected for a saber class by the Battlemaster himself. It was a great honor and would show the up most respect at all times. Aside from his turban and cape, he had carried only one of his lightsabers with him on his waist as he approached the entry way, knocking on the wall twice to indicate he had arrived.

"Battlemaster, It is I, Knight Predor Logath. It is a pleasure to learn more under you. Have the others arrived yet?"

 

[Celestialvortex]

The ship was prodigious, even for...no, especially for an avian that quickly passed through it's durasteel halls. While most things were already a few sizes too large for her—including standard doorways, starships, and books—the ship was absolutely massive, playing on her stress. She walked with an aura of controlled fear, visible physically in a crest of cream ploomage that was fluffed up twice it's normal size. Nyroc was terrified of being lost.

Well, the mrlissi was terrified of a lot of things right now, actually. Before being sent to this ship, she had spent some time in a class teaching what exactly she had been chosen for even was, and the revelations had startled her. What she had once thought were a faction of peace loving scholars were, in fact, mystical warriors with super powers. Instead of living calm lives, huddled in their books, they wielded swords of light, and had been known to participate in the front lines of battles. And she was heading back for another session of the same class later!

Worse was the revelation of why she had been chosen from the academy. Apparently she had these powers too! With a bit of help from others of the order, she had finally felt what they called the Force—a manifestation of life in the universe. Like a whisper of wind, she could feel it around her still, and through she wished it away, it couldn't go, just as things can't be unlearned. Out of all the usefulness it could be, it seemed more of a distraction for now.

Sighing, the little avian clicked her beak and continued her train of thoughts as she walked to the room where she would be taught, of all things, combat—another thing that frightened her. Sure, she had no problems with excersize—she had high marks in her PE courses at the academy, even though she wasn't very athletic—but what if she got hurt? Or put to shame? It seemed everyone else around here knew what everyone else was talking about, leaving her lost and confused in many conversations.

For now, she was just happy that she wasn't lost in the massive ship. Her clawed hands held a datapad slightly oversized for her, carrying the schematics of the ship. Her voice sounded almost whimsical as she murmured the numbers of the doors she passed, lookig for a single room-todays classroom.

Calming herself with a trick taught to her by her debate instructors, her fluffed feathers fell flat as she entered, noting the presence of the two inside.

"I apologize for my tardiness, if that may be the case." The Mrlssi chirped, her voice melodic in the durasteel chamber. "My name is Nyroc Salvcann, Sir."