A Civilized Weapon? I Will Be the Judge of that.

[Aya Clarke]

• Location: Ryloth Wastes
• Wear: General Uniform
• With: [member="Darth Metus"]

Every CIS, he had said, ought to have a proper leader. A General willing, able, and equipped to land on the front lines within death's firing range. That, she had been told, meant a General wielding a lightsaber. The Acolytes were not suitable, they were too loyal to single individuals, not the entirety of a cause. The Mandragora were not suitable, they were not proper members of the military. A droid was not suitable, there were limits to programming. She was one of the few choices, having the Rank, and already inclined to lead from the frontlines. But she lacked something, something Vicelord Metus had enlightened her to.

She did not have a lightsaber.

This, was to rectify that.

She had to admit it was exciting, waiting in the Wastes of Ryloth as she was, for what lessons he was to impart to her. She'd heard much about lightsabers, rarely seeing them in action, if ever, and yet she could easily recognize that, to be taught how to use such a tool for one not sensitive to this 'Force' was something of an odd luxury. So she was treating it with the respect it deserved. Proper attire to move properly, and her sword kept with her but laying against the rock she had found to sit against, her eyes and ears trained, waiting.

 

[Malok]

There were few weapons better than a Lightsaber.

The average soldier could not afford the handful of materials resistant to its blade. The average nation wouldn't be able to afford outfitting its armies with such armors either. In truth, only the Mandalorians seemed to have such a capability - and their numbers were few and far between these days. As such, there was no reason in the Vicelord's mind why anyone would not want such a weapon. Yes, they were difficult to learn and Master, but what new skill wasn't? Today, Darth Metus had come to impart those valuable truths to one of his own Generals [member="Aya Clarke"].

As he approached the waiting officer, she would find that he had not come alone. Rather, a single lightsaber training Droid tarried behind, bearing a box in its clutches. "Good morning, General." he began, greeting the woman with a smile. "Let's get you warmed up first." Punctuality, for both individuals, was paramount - for she had troops to lead and he a nation to run. As such, Darth Metus wasted no time in getting the training underway.

The droid opened the box, revealing a trio of lightsabers.

The first two were unspectacular. These were known as training sabers and would not immediately cut through flesh and bone. They would sting as all Hell, though.

The final saber was on a different level entirely. Its hilt was elegantly etched, as if to best suit the Noble who would wield it. This would be Aya's own saber once she had learned how to use it. Darth Metus took the two training sabers in hand and offered one to the woman. He then ignited his own blade, revealing a crimson light to the morning air. "You already wield a physical sword with much success, so translating your existing skill will not take long. The difficulty will be getting accustomed to the weight and balance differences." he began.

"Now then, the best way to limber up is to spar. We'll get into formal forms and such after. Come now, have at me."

Only through hands on would Aya get used to the weight of her new weapon.

[member="Aya Clarke"]

 

[Aya Clarke]

Aya took the weapon offered to her, running her fingers over the sides of the hilt, taking a few moments to learn how the weapon ought to be held. Though time was not to be wasted, the moments spent studying the hilt could decide much. After she was satisfied with what she observed, she gripped the hilt, and pressed the activation. The similarly hued blade almost startled her, and it took some force of will to not flinch from the blade of plasma. The almost weightless blade was surprisingly balanced for her sensibilities, not well but not so far gone from usable. She took a breath, and moved to take a proper stance. Since the weapon wasn't heavy, she'd treat it as an arming sword, not a longsword. At least for now.

She gave the weapon a couple of test swings while stepping back, and locked her eyes on [member="Darth Metus"]. She took a step forward, and begun a swing at the Vicelord from her right side. It went surprisingly quick, the weapon that was, which was unnatural for her. She was aware that the blade was arcing at Metus's shoulder, but she couldn't feel the swing. So her blade's arc was waving, wobbly, like a child shaking a glowing rod. The feature of her face contorted just a bit, how imprecise. She'd be certain to work on this, after she limbered up.