Veino Garn
Saaraai-Kaar
[member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Jared Starchaser"] @Resistance-allied Jedi
Veino rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he strode down to the training room. Or, what had been commandeered as the training room. Space was cramped aboard the Resistance flagship and many rooms had to serve multiple purposes.
In this case, lightsaber training, with two old and slightly obscure styles that he had been practicing lately: praetoria ishu and praetoria vonil. The styles developed by the Imperial Knights centuries ago and revived for the short-lived Fel Imperium. He had been a member of their Imperial Knights before the Imperator was assassinated through treachery.
But so be it, he had joined with the Army of Light at that point, and history had gone from there. But,he had learned enough of the style to remember it, and after spending quite some time practicing, he was ready to begin sharing it again. Of course, not by himself. The styles needed more than one person to really be effective. They were designed for a team and as such, would never really be compatible for the Sith. It required far too much trust.
He detached his lightsaber from his hip and felt the weight in his hands. Its smooth haft almost felt strange in his hands, but not for much longer, for he was clad in his armor now. They were at war and when training, one needed to train as they fought. He had no helmet on at the moment, but the rest was there. Plus, these forms were designed to be used with armor, especially phrik gauntlets, but they would make do without.
Its white blade snapped to life. Veino shifted his feet and took the opening stance that was shared by both styles. One was defense and one was offense. He began with the first velocity.
Veino rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he strode down to the training room. Or, what had been commandeered as the training room. Space was cramped aboard the Resistance flagship and many rooms had to serve multiple purposes.
In this case, lightsaber training, with two old and slightly obscure styles that he had been practicing lately: praetoria ishu and praetoria vonil. The styles developed by the Imperial Knights centuries ago and revived for the short-lived Fel Imperium. He had been a member of their Imperial Knights before the Imperator was assassinated through treachery.
But so be it, he had joined with the Army of Light at that point, and history had gone from there. But,he had learned enough of the style to remember it, and after spending quite some time practicing, he was ready to begin sharing it again. Of course, not by himself. The styles needed more than one person to really be effective. They were designed for a team and as such, would never really be compatible for the Sith. It required far too much trust.
He detached his lightsaber from his hip and felt the weight in his hands. Its smooth haft almost felt strange in his hands, but not for much longer, for he was clad in his armor now. They were at war and when training, one needed to train as they fought. He had no helmet on at the moment, but the rest was there. Plus, these forms were designed to be used with armor, especially phrik gauntlets, but they would make do without.
Its white blade snapped to life. Veino shifted his feet and took the opening stance that was shared by both styles. One was defense and one was offense. He began with the first velocity.