Master... (Open to Sith)

[Gian Greydragon]

(OOC: This post is open to anyone who would have a legitimate reason to be in my character, Halmo'de Torobah's dojo, on Korriban.)



The halls were hauntingly silent, amidst the students of Halmo'de Torobah's Sith Dojo. In the little time it was run by him, before his untimely death on Serenno; a victim of his own hubris. A wild-haired Kiffari women kneeled, meditating with her fellow students, some of them recently named Sith, along with her. This man made her a warrior, an organic war machine, through rigorous training, in this very building. The lot of them were tended to by their master, receiving standard training, and personalized training from the Blademaster. Siobhan was one of his top apprentices, spending the majority of her time in Halmo'de's gym training, sparring, and honing her skills against her versatile group of classmates.

Hit particularly hard by his death, Siobhan maintained a solemn expression as the group meditated on the Force, attempting to reach out to him. Tears welled within her eyes but she refused to shed them. gripping the hem of her Korribani garb, she fidgeted until it broke her focus, angering her. She stood up and walked forward, to the northern-most part of the matted floor.

"Agh, fie to dis mournin' nonsense. He would be scaldin' us right now for being lazy. Form up on me! Get into a circle," Siobhan shouted, shattering the silence in the dojo, The regular students of the Dojo reluctantly sauntered over to the mats, bowing their way onto them. "We're playin' Blades and Bodies! Two of you step ta da center. Ye all know the rules! Step up, start when-a call 'bodies' ar 'blades', then fight far fifteen seconds (three posts) then bow oot. Repeat until-a call to stop! Light contact with yer training sabers, full contact unarmed combat."

 

[BlackJackal]

@Gian Greydragon

Stumbling open the meditation session, the athlete quietly looked upon and watched. Slightly surprised by the sudden change in atmosphere as the wildest looking one stood up and ordered a training session. Standing there looking for a few moments more before speaking up. “I like to join if you don’t mind?”

Drenched in sweat it was clear she had being doing some form of training before this. Hands bloody and sore, it was unclear if they were new or older injuries. Standing awkwardly at the opening, trying to relieve as much pressure on her feet as she could. Unknowing they probably looked worse than what her hands did. Despite this she was ready.

“Without a doubt i know i will loose, but i just can’t say no to a challenge. I'd be happy to take anyone on” Knowing she was a total stranger to the room she stepped in. Taking notice of the one who had initiated this, especially to her wild hair. Smiling and laughing slightly, not to insult or agitate but more for the excitement that was about to undertake. At this point of time she was rather unserious and took it as fun and a lesson to learn.

"Let's make it interesting. Blades” Stepping into the ring, she suddenly changed. That playful attitude was gone. Instead she became focused and aware, scouting for her opponent. Releasing the practice blade from her hip, she took a defensive stance challenging whoever came up to attack first.

 

[Gian Greydragon]

Siobhan cocked her head to the side at the newcomer. She had never seen her within the halls of the dojo. She did respect her for her readiness to try her hand. "Aye. I'll take ye on. Ready yerself." she said, taking both of her basket-hilted lightsabers from her belt, and engaged the practice blades. "On yer mark, newbie," she spoke, as she spins her blade at her side before taking up the typical opening stance of the Jar'kai variant of Shii Cho; both sabers held outward, palms downward, with one blade above the other.

(Sorry about the short post.)

 

[BlackJackal]

@Gian Greydragon (sorry for the late reply, a lot hit at the same time. Hope this is okay)

Even with the calm and concentrated had overtaken her, she let out a smile seeing that it was her who took up the challenge. She didn’t take much notice to the strangers lightsabers and focused on her moves. Kayar being what she previously was, every second felt like an eternity, she had calmed herself and strategized her first move.

Gripping the handle with both her hands, before getting up on her toes. In a less then a split second she launched herself forwards. Fast, at this point even to herself it was unclear if this from herself or with aid from the force. With one heavy swing, she attacked. Swinging the blade upwards, and in that same motion she fell down to her knees. This first strike was a distraction. Using that momentum to push forward and fall down, pulling her leg forward to try and knock the teacher off her feet.