K i n g
Location: Geonosis, Citadel Training Hall
Time: 06:46
Objective: Training
Adron had been with The Confederacy for a few days, most of his time was spent settling into his new quarters and signing the legal documents associated with his asylum. Of course that still left him with a lot of free time in the day, so a generous amount of his time was allocated to the training wing of his temporary home. Darth Metus had been kind enough to give him access to the tools needed to keep up his own training regiment, and while it was not the Imperial Guard Academy, it was useful.
He stood hunched over in the center of the large atrium, sweat bleeding from his brow as he worked to recover his breath. Two IG-100 Droids stood before him in a Stoic pause. The droids had been augmented with a training mode that made them the perfect sparring partners, however it was not an easy task to combat the droids.
Adron glanced down to his wrists, which had been wrapped in thick black cloths. They were sore, and he was more than sure one of them was starting to bruise.
The droids were keen sparring partners, however their metal frames were painful to negotiate with. He rubbed his wrists firmly before stretching his back and standing to his full height. He looked between the two unarmed droids, taking notice of their soulless appearance. It was certainly something he would have to work to get used to.
“Ok…” He said, chuckling dryly at his droids opponents. “Power down for a bit, I’m gonna take a break.” He ordered, watching as their optics lost their purple hue and their heads drooped down into a neutral position. With a swift exhale, he made his way to a small break station where he sat his water bottle down. Taking it into his hands he took a few shallow sips before concentrating on his breathing, working to get it back to normal.
Time: 06:46
Objective: Training
Adron had been with The Confederacy for a few days, most of his time was spent settling into his new quarters and signing the legal documents associated with his asylum. Of course that still left him with a lot of free time in the day, so a generous amount of his time was allocated to the training wing of his temporary home. Darth Metus had been kind enough to give him access to the tools needed to keep up his own training regiment, and while it was not the Imperial Guard Academy, it was useful.
He stood hunched over in the center of the large atrium, sweat bleeding from his brow as he worked to recover his breath. Two IG-100 Droids stood before him in a Stoic pause. The droids had been augmented with a training mode that made them the perfect sparring partners, however it was not an easy task to combat the droids.
Adron glanced down to his wrists, which had been wrapped in thick black cloths. They were sore, and he was more than sure one of them was starting to bruise.
The droids were keen sparring partners, however their metal frames were painful to negotiate with. He rubbed his wrists firmly before stretching his back and standing to his full height. He looked between the two unarmed droids, taking notice of their soulless appearance. It was certainly something he would have to work to get used to.
“Ok…” He said, chuckling dryly at his droids opponents. “Power down for a bit, I’m gonna take a break.” He ordered, watching as their optics lost their purple hue and their heads drooped down into a neutral position. With a swift exhale, he made his way to a small break station where he sat his water bottle down. Taking it into his hands he took a few shallow sips before concentrating on his breathing, working to get it back to normal.