Théodoro
Blood On The Crown

Mornings started slow, but the early bird got the worm.
Theo had been at the training ground for about two hours now. Before that he'd gone for a quick run, then it was straight to the strength training. Weights, resistance bands, circuits -- everything. He hadn't exactly lost his last fight but it'd been made clear to him that he needed to be much stronger if he was going to contend with Force users in the future. Particularly because his next fight would be against a woman who was very strong in it.
At least, he hoped he got that fight.
In any case he worked hard, only taking short breaks for water and rest. By the end of the hour he sat down on a bench, wiping his sweat down with a towel. Without his armor and weapons there was little to mark him as a Sun Guard of Thyrsus. That would likely impress the owner of this particular establishment. The training ground was equipped with everything he needed, so Theo did not complain, but it was far from the quality of the training grounds on Thyrsus. He did not know the name of this place nor the name of the planet but he had needed to train, and this place just so happened to provide for him.
But he did know where he was headed next -- Rodia. The conflict between the Agents of Chaos and the Confederacy of Independent Systems had brought him the combat that he so craved. Nothing else was worth his time. The only pursuit for a Sun Guard was war, and for Theo it was his way to become legend in the same vein as Khonsu Amon, Escanor Ragnos, Emperor Carnifex, and so many others.
He quickly checked his nanodroid levels. Too low. He reached into his bag and injected himself in the thigh. Once he was done for the morning the droids would complete their work, and he'd be ready to continue training in the evening as well.
Next was reviewing the basics. Training dummies were nice, but trading blows with a metal man would harden his resolve and his skin. The training droids were old but useful, and Theo focused on finding the rhythm as he blocked and struck the metal thing. It was always disconcerting that droids could learn combat so quickly, yet the young warrior believed that the soul of a fighter was just as important as his talent. A metal man could have no soul, and in the end would always lose.
The hour passed in a blur, as it usually did. Theo picked up his towel again to wipe off the sweat and began to wander through the training ground. By now, other warriors had come in to train, and the Sun Guard watched novices and veterans alike practice. None caught his eye -- until he passed a more secluded training room off to one side.
The person training there had something... different about them, and Theo waited at the door until they had finished before speaking up. "Who taught you to fight like that?"