Atin'yaim, Home of the Crusaders [ Location ]

[Nyos Val]

[member="Freyia Whitelight-Carrick"]

"The food serves my needs, and I'm sure he looks terrible. So far, I've seen no reason to doubt this place's safety and comfort. It appears a solid base."

Titan took in another mouthful of meat and veggies. He almost swallowed the bite whole it seemed. Looking down on the young woman, Titan could see thoughts twirling around. She wasn't used to this form of conversation, nor was Titan, most of his words were saved for the battlefield. He generally let his Reaver do the talking.

Realizing it was rude to not reply with his own question, Titan quickly thought of something to ask.

"What is it that brought you here Miss Freyia?"

 

[Keira Priest]

Just like her adoptive brother [member="Isley Verd"], Keira was beginning to realize just what it meant to grow older. Certainly she was still more than capable of holding her own on the battlefield, but she had slowly recognized that her responsibility didn't lie there entirely anymore. Now she had a family, complete with a husband and two children to take care of, along with a number of other relatives by way of her being brought into aliit Verd. It was the twins she was currently with, having brought them to Essien as a way to introduce them to an intrinsic part of their culture. Combining the spitfire heritage of both Corellian and Mandalorian would certainly be interesting to see transform as her children grew up and into themselves.

Currently she was sitting with them as they ate, sneaking bites of her own meal here and there But the majority of her attention was focused solely on them as they dug into their food. Reid pushed away his plate first, and after clearing hers Kaya did the same, satisfied grins spreading across both their faces. Walking with them, she helped the two stack their plates to be washed later. It was then Isley and [member="Avaritia Daemon"] arrived, the expressions of both her children instantly lighting up as they recognized the man. Sure, they had never met him, but she had told them about their uncle a handful of times. Enough that they knew who he was upon sight, at least, and that sparked excitement near instantaneously.

"Ba'vodu!" Mando'a was a language they had picked up scraps of, with Reid taking to it a touch better than his sister. Two pairs of feet ran over to the warrior and his grandchild, their mother not too far behind, keeping an eye on them both. Flashing a smile, she nodded in greeting. "You are an uncle, by the way."

 

[Freyia Whitelight-Carrick]

It was those words, what brought her here. As those words echo so much was being ran through her mind. More then anything she looked up at him. Pausing for what seem a longest time, watching him eat. Thinking where did he put all that food. Even then she kind of snap out of her thought. "I came to learn, " chuckling a bit. No my father is a Mandalorian have done business with [member="Isley Verd"] , next was to the adoption into Clan Verd, so now i'm here trying to learn to be Mandalorian, sometimes... sometimes I wished...

As her own voice trailed off to the fact that she looked away from him as if looking at some window. Finding herself once again picking at her food to take another few bits. Before speaking again. Do you believe we can live in peace through the galaxy with out ..fighting , corruption and evil. as she looked at him. Knowing this might been a wrong thing to say to one like him, a warrior born and breed for battles.

[member="Titan Verd"]

 

[Avaritia Daemon]

She wasn't really hungry but she wasn't going to rain on her grandfather's parade, it was clear he really liked his food. So like a good girl Ava went along with her grandfather, a smile playing across her face. So it was when the two unfamiliar children up to them that the pangs of hunger echoed within her. She was too young to know what she was doing. Yet instinctively her hands rose; thin, like silk, did Amber bands of light extend and seek out her two cousins. Avaritia was too young to even kill them, this at most would steal their hyper activity and provide her with a tasty appetizer.

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Isley Verd"]

 

[Darth Metus]

Upon entering the Mess Hall, a wave of recognition washed over those assembled there. Some raised tankards, others waved or made audible greetings. By all accounts, the atmosphere of the area was...nice. Initially, the Mandalorian raised his hand in response to the greetings, grinning as he led the way into the Hall. His destination was a self-serve ice cream machine at the far end of the line, for what better way to earn the favor of a child then with sweets? However, it seemed as though that would have to wait. Over scampered two pairs of little feet, accompanied by their mother [member="Keira Ticon"].

"The family tree just keeps growing." he said. "This is Avaritia, my grand-"

Darkness.

That bleak sensation at the rear of Isley's mouth: a distinct taste that only manifested in the presence of shadow. It was far from being monumental...far from matching such monstrosities as Darth Vornskr. Yet it was here and it was close. Looking down, the Mandalorian was introduced to the source of the Darkness: his own flesh and blood. Little Avaritia raised her hands and projected what could only be the most addictive of abilities: Amber bands of Force Drain. They sang through the air, seeking out Keira's little ones...

But Isley got in the way. Literally. He thrust himself between the child's palms and his tiny niece and nephew. To be on the receiving end of Force Drain was never pleasant. The Mandalorian had only experienced it once, by proxy, prior to this day...and even then it sucked. However, Isley was fortunate enough that Avaritia was a mere child, and thus her hunger was not as voracious as a full-fledged wielder. It sapped his immediate stamina, making the aging man feel as though he were sprinting at top speed.

"Avaritia. Listen to me." he said through gritted teeth. "You need to control your hunger. Stop this now, if you can."

And if she couldn't? Well, he would just have to.

[member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Avaritia Daemon"], [member="Titan Verd"], [member="Freyia Whitelight-Carrick"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Waterproof my pink ass. I want a refund. Even without his comment, she could feel her makeup sliding off, creating unsightly black smudges and trails beneath her eyes and down her face. Guess Mandos don’t wear mascara. She took the time to send another glare towards her father for good measure, but she doubted it would help her case. No amount of whining or temper tantrums would likely fix the situation she was in, so she it was probably best to stick with it as she made her way towards the water’s edge. The weight of the armor was annoying, though.

“Wh—“ she tucked to the ground, rolling out of the way of his blaster fire in time to watch the rocket explode against the side of an overhang. Her eyes widened, then narrowed. Then her fists clenched. Was he trying to kill her? Well, he wasn’t the first one. Of course, she’d never been in a situation where the odds were so completely against her. Without the Force, she couldn’t find some clever space wizard way out of this. Unfortunately, Joza didn’t have time to come to some sort of grand resolution. She had to get moving now.

She did her best to dodge the random fire, at times appearing graceful, sometimes awkward as a stumble would creep into her steps now and then. It was almost like Karfeddion with all of the gunfire and whatnot, except her speed wasn’t hindered by this armor and she’d had her lightsaber. Oh, and the Force. She had the karking Force. She just couldn’t let it go. But thankfully, she’d had quite a bit of experience between Karfeddion and now so she wasn’t shaking in her boots, but swearing up a storm in her head.

She reached the wall first, intent on making short work of this apparent obstacle course. Jaw set, Joza clambered her way up the wall as quickly as her body would allow for. She wasn’t particularly use to climbing things and could feel her muscles begin to strain, and that was when she realized that if she had a tomorrow, her body would probably be aching then. Flinching out of the way of another blaster shot, she nearly lost her grip on the wall before reaching the top and promptly losing her balance as another volley of shots shoed her from the wall.

She landed on the ground with her hands bracing her fall, the shock of hitting solid earth spreading up to her arms and causing them to ache. She winced, but quickly gathered herself up and set her eyes on the next target. Stepping stones. Alright, shouldn’t be too hard. If there was one things she had down, it was the grace and precision of her movement. Maybe even while wearing the armor.

A short hop took her to the top of the first stone and she paused to gain her footing as the stone moved about. Okay…weird… Biting her lip, she hopped precariously to the next stone, bringing her arms out to maintain balance. She’d cleared the next few stones with ease, confidence slowly growing until one of the snakes from below managed to wrap around her ankle. It didn’t put much weight on her, not nearly enough to make her lose her balance, but it did freak her out. “Ugh! Get it off!” She grimaced, shaking her leg violently in an attempt to comically remove the creature.

[member="Zef Halo"]

 

[Keira Priest]

"Isley--" Keira stepped forward as he did, though due to his closer proximity he managed to instate himself between his granddaughter and the twins before she was able to do the same. The inherent toxicity of the darkness gave Reid and Kaya pause, both looking to her with unspoken questions in their eyes. She motioned for the two to come closer, kneeling so she was at their level. "Mama, what's she doing? It feels weird." Kaya's blue eyes glanced between her mother and the scene unfolding with a guarded curiosity and a burgeoning fear. "Is he gonna be okay?" Reid's attention was fixated entirely on what was happening, concern evident in his expression. Something had to be said for family right then and there.

She took a small hand in each of hers, squeezing gently and offering a smile. "Everyone's going to be fine. We'll take care of it, you don't need to worry." Reassurances were all she could offer at the moment, but she trusted Isley to keep things under control. "Just stay by me until it's all taken care of, alright?" She stood, keeping their hands in her own and looking to her brother for some kind of resolution to all that had happened in a matter of seconds.

[member="Isley Verd"], [member="Avaritia Daemon"]

 

[Alicia Drey]

| [member="Voice of the Crusade"] | [member="Isley Verd"] |

Alicia Drey stood outside the Atin'yaim, eyes observing the architecture of the building and the flags that were planted across it's walls. She had come to learn the ways of the Mandalorians. To adopt the Resol'nare as her new codex in life. To become a Mandalorian Crusader. She had come to Essien with very little. A rucksack hung from the woman's left shoulder, hand claiming the strap so to secure it whilst the other darted up and down in the wind, alongside her hair and the loose clothes that she had decided to wear.

This was a pilgrimage into knowledge and understanding of a culture that she had encountered many times over the course of her life, but never fully understand who or what she was fighting or hiring as she went about the process of completing her work. Of course, the nature of the work that Alicia was doing was hers to know and hers alone, but alas, she endeavored to keep a few things secret from the Mandalorians that lived here. Making her way up the bridge, ascending the stone stairs to the stop, Alicia stopped outside a large wooden gate.

Lifting her fist, she knocked on the gate and stood back, awaiting the Mandalorians within.

 

[Avaritia Daemon]

She was taken back you by her grandfathers words and actions , so much that she was distracted and the need to fulfill her hunger disappeared. Lowering her hands, she glanced at her grandfather a frown playing across her face before she completely shut down. Holding her hands at her side, she would peek around her grandfather at the other three that had arrived.

"Sorry.." That said, she quickly inched away from her grandfather and made her way in line for food. Requesting double servings she would sit down next to two grown adults and begin shoveling the food into her mouth at an alarming rate. Keeping her emotions locked down, tight Ava would keep her eyes lowered, ignoring the sudden urge to cry. Welp she probably made her grandfather disgusted with her already. Continuing to eat, it wasn't long before she went up to grab a third and forth serving of food.

[member="Isley Verd"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Darth Metus]

Was I too harsh?

The question echoed in the forefront of Isley's mind, coupled with an eyebrow raised at the child's response. By his direct intervention, the Mandalorian had prevented any unintended harm upon his niece and nephew...but at the cost of harming his grandchild's feelings. Upon feeling his strength begin to return, he rose from the floor and first looked to his adoptive sibling. "I...Honestly don't think she knew what she was doing." he began, before briefly eyeing his niece and nephew. "They alright?"

He tarried long enough to hear a response before stepping over to Avaritia. She had inherited many things from the Verd line it seemed, such as a flair for the dramatic...and one hell of an appetite. Isley eased himself down onto the seat beside the little one and contemplated what to say.

"Is that how you normally eat, my little one?" he asked, offering a smile. "If so, there's nothing wrong with that. There's nothing wrong with you." He draped his arm over her shoulders, giving her a light embrace. "You must simply be mindful of who you are eating, you know? I'll show you how, if you want."

Maybe this was the reason the issue of "disliking Avaritia" had come up in the first place.

[member="Avaritia Daemon"], [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Zef Halo]

Zef watched Joza struggle out of the water with the beskar armor and the Ysalamir on her back. Even without the Force, he could sense her swearing at him like a sailor. That's daddy's girl! The Mandalorian truly did not expect her to have such strength, perhaps he had underestimated her. Indeed she was finding it quite hard with the aid of that damn space magic but she was definitely not doing bad. If anything, she definitely looked more of a warrior than he was. And Zef definitely was no warrior.

When she went for the second obstacle, he shuddered at the snake that had gotten itself around her leg. Zef hated snakes and that was what made him more merciful regarding his daughter's situation. Aiming with his wrist laser, he shot twice and the snake dropped dead from her foot.

"Little bathrobe afraid of snakes ? Did it look like a Sith ? Come on, Joza. You should do better than that." The scoundrel chuckled as the sound of erratic blaster fire by the droids kept going random places on the obstacle course.

Let's see how long it would take her..

[member="Joza Perl"]



OOC:

Showing you this things again so you dont have to go back to the first page. I am striking out those you have passed.
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Spoiler: Info on the obstacle course

Throughout the obstacle course droids will be firing underpowered blasters with a below average aim skill at you and various explosions by Zef at a safer distance but enough for you to think its WW2, relentlessly.

• 1st Obstacle: 'Low Wall' - 3 meters high.
• 2nd Obstacle: Stepping Stones - Stones are moving. Non-venomous snakes are on the ground. Don't fall.
• 3rd Obstacle: Rubble - It is not ducking but crawling under a low voltage electric wire. Be careful.
• 4th Obstacle: Tunnel - Like a sewer pipe thats enough confined for you to crawl through. Some rats here and there.
• 5th Obstacle: Dodging Panels - Ignore the picture. Just a few panels to use as cover after being relentlessly hammered by a blaster machine gun. Underpowered blaster of course. You got beskar (heavy) as well but kinetic power and your face. Run and cover.
• 6th Obstacle: 'Low Rope' - 5 meters high, every 20 seconds an electric discharge through it. 5 meters climb on a rope under 20 seconds. Do it.
• 7th Obstacle: Ditch - 3 ditches landing on a steep slope, 2 meters long ditches. You can do it.
• 8th Obstacle: Corridor - a 7 meter long corridor of restricted height. Small rubble keeps falling from above, making you possibly believe the whole damn thing would fall on you. It won't but it damn sure seems like it would.
• 9th Obstacle: Balancing Bridge - 10 meters long. Don't forget about the droids that have kept firing upon you all these time.
• 10th Obstale: Window WindowS - Same as on the picture but 5 one after the other.
• 11th Obstacle: Apex Ladder: It goes 20 meters of height. Yeah, if you don't like heights. Too bad. It's steep. Oh and slippery.
• 12th Obstacle: Terrace: Top height is 9 meters. Then you got 2 blocks to jump to before finishing. The length to land on each is 4 meters.
• 13th Obstacle: Hug your dad ?

 

[Keira Priest]

At Isley's question the twins both nodded mutely, and Keira looked to him with a slight smile. "They're fine. Just a bit shaken up, is all. You should go and see if she's okay as well. Be sure to let her know that no feelings were hurt." These were just children, with no true knowledge of the power they were capable of commanding. Until that day came, she wouldn't hold any of them truly responsible for what they may do instinctively. Again she gave Reid and Kaya's hands a gentle squeeze. "Everything's okay, don't worry. Everyone will be fine." They had Ticon and Zambrano blood running through their veins, and were Mandalorian by proxy. By that alone, they were capable of making it through worse than this on their own two feet. They just had to learn how.

But that would have to wait. A second or two before her they instantly became more alert, and she felt it just as they looked to their mother for guidance. "There's someone outside." That much was clear. "I think they want in." She rose to her feet. "Let's go see who they are, then." Beckoning for them to follow she left the mess hall with the twins and meandered down the hall, pausing once she reached the door. "You two wait in here, alright? I'll be right back once I open the gate." She pushed the door open, making sure both were clear of it before allowing it to fall shut, moving then to the gate and opening it enough that a conversation could be held, not quite granting the new arrival entrance just yet.

There was no doubt that she recognized [member="Alicia Drey"] at least vaguely from a few ventures within the Black Ties, but that didn't mean much to her in the moment. Because this concerned those of her family, not a criminal empire. And she tended to care far more for her family. "Su'cuy."

[member="Isley Verd"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza’s disgust was short lived as a pair of blaster shots made quick work of the reptile that had wound itself around her leg. At first she thought it was simply a few lucky errant shots from the droid fire, but the aim was too precise. Glancing up at hearing her father’s voice, she sneered reflexively at his words. Bathrobe. She decided that she didn’t like the word. Besides, if it had been a Sith there was a chance she would have f—

Back to the obstacle course.

Hopping off of the last of the stones, the Zeltron would contain her frustration to the best of her ability, instead pouring all of her energy into focus. Despite her vibrant emotional spectrum, she was able to reign herself in under times of duress…sometimes. Moving quickly towards the next obstacle, she jumped to the side, startled by a blaster shot that would have struck her chest if she hadn’t moved. If there was one thing she was decent at, it was moving quickly and gracefully.

Dropping to the ground, she crawled under the low-set wire, grimacing as she could feel the dirt and mud on her neck and face. In the back of her mind, she mused on how this was something straight out of a holofilm. Maybe one she’d even seen recently, but that flew to the furthest corners of her mind when the wires above her sizzled with electricity. She gulped. Yeah, now it was beginning to look more and more like a military holodrama. Was this some sort of ploy to kill her? She didn’t want to entertain the idea of Zef actually trying to be a father, because in truth, it scared her.

After what seemed like forever, she’d made it out from under the electro-fence, relatively unscathed sans mud. She exhaled generously, taking a short second to steady herself before heading for the tunnel. Ugh. She grimaced again while crouching down, squeezing into the opening. Much to her chagrin and probably on purpose, there was very little room to move around so she couldn’t zip through it was quickly as she could. Briefly, she attempted to apply the powers of the Force to increase her speed, but that didn’t go to well. Which is to say that nothing actually happened, and it took her a few embarrassing moments to figure that out. As she inched along, something caught the corner of her eye, and she realized that she was not alone.

“UGH!” She groaned, reflexively trying to wiggle back out of the tunnel as a rat stopped in her path, looking up at the scowling Zeltron with curiosity. Gulping, Joza set her face with a look of determination and charge forward. The rat squealed and scampered off but as it did, another rat that was behind Joza attempted to squeeze into the tight space between the woman and the tunnel, trying to run after it’s friend. Startled, Joza did the only thing a rational person was to do in this situation, and punched the rat in the face.

The rat screamed in pain and the Jedi continued on her way, but not before a third rat launched out of nowhere from the darkness and latched himself onto Joza’s face. Letting out a cry of surprise, Joza would have fallen backwards had the diameter of the tunnel allowed for it. Instead, she struggled with her assailant for a few moments before finally throwing the creature off and exiting the tunnel, her face covered with little scratches and a few deeper ones from where the rat’s claws had raked across her skin. At least her eyes were unharmed, and the wounds were very minor.

As she exited the rat tunnel from hell, a stray blaster shot hit her in the back, causing her to wince and lurch forward. The momentum caused her to fall, but she was able to put her hands out to brace herself, flipping to the side to dodge another shot. There would be no time to stop and gather herself, she’d realized as she huffed and pushed herself to her feet, heading for the dodging panels.

Man, there was a lot of dodging involved in this. Luckily, Joza had the strength of her determination and anger to help her push through—for the time being at least, considering that she wasn’t even half way done. With a shudder, she spun back behind one of the panels to shield herself from the fire. Hopefully there were no more rats about, as she wasn’t keen on getting her face eaten. Well, not in that way.

At least she was good at dodging stuff within reason. Although, the lack of the Force made things a bit harder for her to sense, she’d managed to clear the dodging panels with relative ease, short of a few ungraceful stumbles and a near faceplant.

Next came the ropes. On the surface, they didn’t look too challenging but Joza knew better. Unfortunately, she didn’t exactly know what to expect, so approaching with caution wasn’t really on the table. The misfortune only continued when she realized that the weight of the beskar was heavier than she had previously imagined while attempting to clamber her way up the rope. Zap.

The Zeltron let out a pained cry at the electric discharge, her hand seizing up before slackening. Losing her grip, she fell from the rope and faceplanted rather solidly onto the ground below. 10/10.

Moving to support herself on her hands, she glared up at the rope with the intensity of the most Jedi-hating Sith. Well, at least she had found the trick to this one!

[member="Zef Halo"]

 

[Alicia Drey]

| [member="Keira Ticon"] |

Alicia locked her eyes with Keira, as the doors opened. Surprise followed as the two women looked at each other. She kept her thoughts to herself, however. She hadn't expected her to be here. Sure, she had heard things about Keira, mostly from the Black Ties Syndicate, but she had never known that she was Mandalorian. Or was she? Perhaps she was just a guest of [member="Isley Verd"] and his people.

"Hello," Alicia replied in Basic, not understanding Mando'a. "I have come here to learn the ways of the Mandalorians, as per my invitation. You're Keira, aren't you? I think I know you from Antecedent. Miss Blonde spoke highly of you. May I come in?"

 

[Nyx]

| [member="Zephyr Carrick"] |
"What a dump."
Nyx's simple analysis was lost to all but herself as she stood in the corner near the training room, a nearly finished cigarra hanging from her mouth. The red head had been hanging around the Mando's 'bastion' for about a month now, loitering and glaring at any that came close to her. Most of the meatheads here knew who she was, even if they didn't know her name. The Mandalore's brat.
As she puffed on the cigarra, Nyx wondered why she was even still here. Most of her gang was either dead or in prison, she hadn't seen James since she had been locked up, and her mind was still scrambled from a fake Sith Lord's attempt at brainwashing her. At the mere thought of such things, Nyx's inner rage began to boil, the Darkness inside of her radiating into the corridor for any able to sense it. Not that she really gave a shet.
She exhaled a cloud of smoke, her green eyes focused on the doors to the training halls. Any minute now, a little suck-up named Zeffer or some crap was going to walk through those doors. He was some punk trying to worm in close to the Mandalore, to her father. What an idiot. They all got burned, in the end.
Nyx was always itching for a fight, and needed little excuse to start one. Today, she had come mostly unarmed; just her lightsaber hidden in the depths of her leather jacket. Would she need it? Only time would tell.
For now, she simply waited.

 

[Vora Kaar]

My mentor wanted me to come by the training grounds. He said it may be a good for me to go and train with other people. Moving to combat different styles of fighting, as well as meeting new people within the Mandalorian Empire. I dressed in just simple training robes with some bracers, and boots. I carried my lightsaber in its sheath on my right thigh. The longer lightsaber hilt was not quite new to me, but still worth the time that I had trained with it. When using it, it felt like a weightless sword to me. Much like the one I used to carry.

I kept my head low as I ran a hand through my blue hair. I was nervous about doing this. Most of my training has been done with very few people. I didn't want to expose myself to new people, and if I had to fight, I didn't want them to know how I fought. I didn't want them to see how I used my strengths. But nonetheless, I would have to try.

The purpose was to learn, and maybe then, I could become stronger.

Walking into the training grounds, I looked around, trying to find something to do.

[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

|[member="Zephyr Carrick"] |
There he was. The punk entered, running a hand through his blue hair. Blue hair? What a pansie.
Nyx tossed her finished cigarra butt to the ground, crushing it with a boot heel as she stepped out of the shadows, a fresh stick already between her lips.
"Well, kid, look who it is."
Her personalized silver lighter flicked to life, lighting the end of her cigarra, whereupon she flicked it closed, sticking it into her jacket pocket. Her green eyes coldly examined Zeph, glittering with a combination of amusement and resentment. Gods, he even looked like a Forcie.
She took the cigarra out of her mouth for a moment to exhale a cloud of smoke, her lips twitching into a grin.
"You looking for a sparring partner?"
Nyx stuck the stick back in, puffing on it once more. Nyx remained in a rather relaxed stance, giving off the atmosphere of a predator in its natural environment. As far as she was concerned, she was in control of the situation. Whether that remained true, however, was yet to be seen.

 

[Vora Kaar]

Upon entering the room, I looked around, and saw various people here and there. Each taking a look at me, and even more so when a red-haired woman walked up to me. She was smoking, and clearly had the "bad-girl" attitude. Part of me wanted to push her aside. There was no need for me to deal with someone who was like that, but then, I had to think for a moment, Wasn't this the daughter of Isley? Why was she here then? I thought she would have been by his side, and not here fighting with stupid people.

Instead, as she was starting to challenge me. She was asking if I was looking for a sparring partner. I looked her up and down, and then, I decided to play a little rough. Maybe she would back off, but honestly, I hoped she would fight back.

"Sure, but maybe one who is more likely to cause a sweat."

I had my hand on my lightsaber just in case she decided to attack me.

"Not that you would be able to."

[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

| [member="Zephyr Carrick"] |
Nyx's eyes narrowed as she took an especially long drag on her cigarra, her green eyes never leaving this punk's face.
"So, you think you're something special, huh? I saw kids like you shot in the street for saying shet like that to the wrong people."
The red head's hand reached into her jacket, closing around the hilt of the Rat's Claw, pulling it from the contours of her jacket into the open, the lights of the room reflecting off the black metal.
"You're gonna have to worry about more than sweat, kid."
The lightsaber's violet blade flicked to life with a snap-hiss, followed by the smaller crossguards. She lazily flicked it back and forth in front of her, her smirk never leaving her face.
"Training intensity, or full-contact, kid?"
Nyx hoped with unending want he said full contact. She wouldn't kill him, but he didn't need to know that.

 

[Vora Kaar]

Intimidation with words, and the drawing of her lightsaber. Crossguard lightsaber to be correct. I had heard of these kinds, even seen some in practice via holonet, and the library that I had been sent to, to study on what lightsaber type I would want to carry for myself. I had made my decision, while I had wanted to maybe create one of the very lightsabers she used herself, I decided for a different kind. Saying that I was special? She is the one with an extra special lightsaber. Sure, I had one as well, but to each our own I suppose.

"Full contact, and as far as I am aware, I am not that much younger than you."

I pulled my own lightsaber up, activating its single blade. However, the blade was much longer, and suited specifically for lightsaber combat. The black and red lightsaber blade crackled in a much lower hum than her own. I could feel myself become just a tad bit stronger within the force with the various crystals that I used within the lightsaber blade. Holding my weapon down to my side, its pointed edge touched the ground and was cutting into the permacrete just a little as I stood there.

I brought my lightsaber up into point out at her with my right hand, arm extended out, with my left fist pressed against my chest. Knees slightly bent should the fight start, and my head low should she strike towards my face.

"Come at me,"

[member="Nyx"]