Private 1v1 Me Bro || Aiden

[Seth Denko]

ORDER OF SHIRAYA TEMPLE - NABOO

The sun had just crested its highest point in the sky when Seth stepped into the training circle. The light streamed through the tall windows of the Shiraya Temple, casting golden lines across the polished stone beneath his boots. Noon on Naboo had a way of feeling calm, even when nerves hummed beneath the surface.

But today, Seth didn’t feel out of place.

Not like before—not like when he first set foot on temple grounds, still unsure if he was meant to walk among Jedi again… or if the weight of his family name would always keep him at the edge of belonging. That feeling had shifted after the wilderness training on Naboo. Out there, beneath the trees and sky, something had clicked. Maybe it was the silence. Maybe it was the struggle. Maybe it was just finally being seen by others as him, not just Denko.

Either way, he was here. And he was ready.

He paced the edge of the circle, lightsaber hilt resting comfortably in his palm. His saber skills were decent—as far as Padawans went—but he knew there were gaps. Bad habits. Sloppy footwork when tired. A tendency to overcommit when pressured. And if he wanted to be more than decent, he’d have to face those things head-on.

So, he reached out.

He had heard of Aiden Porte—a respected figure within the Order of Shiraya. Not just for his ability, but for the way he carried himself. That was something Seth admired. And it was why he had sent the message, asking to meet. To train. To learn. And maybe, just maybe, to start building more of the relationships he had once kept at arm’s length.

As the training room doors opened, Seth looked up and offered a small, respectful nod.

“Thanks for agreeing to this,” he said, voice steady with a thread of earnestness. “I figured it was time I got better at not getting my saber knocked out of my hand.”

A faint grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“And I figured it was a good excuse to meet someone new while I was at it.”​

Aiden Porte​

 

[Aiden Porte]

Aiden was quite pleased when he got Seth's invitation to spar and train. It had been too long outside of normal combat that he had an actual spar with someone. Aiden considered himself okay in terms of lightsaber combat, however he was his own worst enemy. Overcritical about everything that he could or would do. That was a primary weakness of his, yet here lately he would try to mend that and push through those boundaries that he seemed to place upon himself.

Aiden entered the training room and he finally came face to face with Seth Denko

The Padawan had heard about him through various sources. However he never had the chance or pleasure of meeting him until now. It was long past time they had done so, Aiden would never grow tired of meeting more people and having more friends. That was the foundation of any Order of any type. Companionship, camaraderie and trust, essential in any sort of team type foundation. The more that it grew the deeper the bond and as they grew together, it would make them stronger.

“Thanks for agreeing to this,”

“I figured it was time I got better at not getting my saber knocked out of my hand.”

“And I figured it was a good excuse to meet someone new while I was at it.”

"The honor is all mine, Seth." Aiden moved forward and extended his hand towards his new friend. "Aiden Porte, officially." He chuckled lightly as he glanced around the room for a moment. "I hope I didn't have you waiting to long."

The Jedi moved over towards the training sabers as he began to look over them, before looking back to Naboo.

"How has Naboo been treating you my friend?" The Padawan inquired, as he would opt to use a training saber for their training session.

 

[Seth Denko]

TRAINING ROOM

Seth’s grin widened as Aiden stepped fully into the room.

There was a calm, easy presence about him—one that didn’t try too hard, didn’t posture. That alone put Seth a little more at ease, enough that the subtle weight in his chest loosened. He’d been hoping this wouldn’t be a stiff, formal kind of sparring match, and it looked like that hope might actually pan out.

His hand was already wrapped around the smooth hilt of a training saber, fingers tapping idly as Aiden approached the rack.

“Already picked mine,” Seth said with a chuckle, holding it up slightly before letting it drop back to his side. “Figure if I’m gonna get my form torn apart, I might as well do it with something that fits.”

He stepped forward and clasped Aiden’s hand firmly, eyes bright with that same grin still lingering at the edge of his mouth.

“Pleasure to meet you too—officially.” he said. “And nah, you’re good. I wasn’t waiting long.”

At the question, Seth tilted his head thoughtfully for a beat, then gave a small nod.

“Naboo’s been... good. Better than I thought it’d be. The Order, too. Feels like things are starting to click, y’know? Starting to feel like home, finally.” He gave a sheepish shrug. “Might be the new vendors in Theed. There’s this one spot that does fried noodles with way too much oil and not enough shame. It’s awful. I love it.”

With that, he took a half step back and thumbed the switch on his saber. The soft snap-hiss filled the training room as the glowing blade sprang to life, casting a faint shimmer across the polished floor.

He raised it in a casual salute and flashed a lopsided smirk.

“How’s about this—loser buys lunch?”​

Aiden Porte​

 

[Aiden Porte]

“Naboo’s been... good. Better than I thought it’d be. The Order, too. Feels like things are starting to click, y’know? Starting to feel like home, finally.”

"That's good to know my friend. one would think I'm just being biased. Naboo truly has its own sense of peace and feeling of home to it. She's been through much, but still standing. It's truly and awesome thing." Aiden smirked as he chose his own blade, just as Seth had done. He was incredibly happy Seth Denko was finding his own here. He mentioned the vendors and the noodles, Aiden couldn't help but laugh.

"I think I might know which one you are talking about." The Padawan laughed as he moved to the center of the training circle.

“How’s about this—loser buys lunch?”

The Padawan activated his blade and chuckled with Seth's offer.

"Deal." Aiden saluted his companion and and the blade came to his side. "Let's begin."

The Jedi Padawan moved forward, his blade coming down in a simple and precise vertical strike. Nothing too flashy right now, they had just started. He was sure as the spar progressed there would be getting more in tune and more at ease.

He missed this, the sparring. He would hope to do more saber sword training in the future.

 

[Seth Denko]

TRAINING ROOM - SHIRAYA TEMPLE

Seth chuckled, his grip tightening slightly on the hilt of his training saber.

"No one would blame you for being a little biased," he said with a grin. "Naboo is great. Compared to the places I've been, it's practically paradise. Especially next to Nar Shaddaa. That place'll teach you how to sleep with one eye open and your credits under your pillow."

His words still hung in the air when Aiden agreed to the wager.

Deal.

And just like that, the duel was on.

Seth's eyes narrowed slightly as Aiden moved. The incoming strike was clean and disciplined, not flashy but not lazy either. A good sign. He liked that. With a swift step forward, Seth raised his saber horizontally to meet the vertical arc, the blades crackling together in a hiss of light and energy.

For a moment, they held.

Then Seth pushed.

He shifted his weight into the clash, teeth gritting slightly as he tried to drive Aiden back. His feet slid across the polished floor, boots finding traction. It was not brute force he leaned on, but something else bubbling up just beneath the surface.

Excitement. Joy. Passion.

He loved this.

The rhythm of combat. The dance of blades. The simple, honest challenge of it.

And as those feelings stirred, they slipped into the Force, just a little. Not loud. Not wild. Just enough to shimmer around him like warmth from a nearby flame.

"Hope you're hungry," he said through a grin. "Because I’m not planning on paying!"​

Aiden Porte​

 

[Aiden Porte]

Aiden chuckled as he did a formal salute with the training saber. He very much appreciated Seth's response and he sensed he had a good, strong will. The first array of strikes were solid and good, and as he sensed with Seth. There was a rising joy in the Padawan's heart. He didn't thrill for battle or anything of that sort. But the idea of this contest and the sound of the blade making contact. It brought back some not so good memories for him. But it was a reminder why this was needed.

The force, blade, wielder.....

They are all one, the push back against Aiden brought a smile to his face, as he moved opposite of Seth for a brief moment.

"Hope you're hungry,"

"Because I’m not planning on paying!"

"Good, neither am I." He said with a smirk, matching his companion. "Well, I'm always hungry." Aiden moved forward with a series of side and overhead strikes. Blades met with good precision, he was good. There was no doubt about that. This was good for them both.

Seth Denko