Wanderer
Hangar complex, Ossus
Travot Ravenna strode out of the vaulted hangar, his footsteps echoing loudly on the hardened duracrete pad, leaving behind his battered Plainswalker behind him. A brief smile blossomed across his face as he felt the sun's warm rays against his skin. A light breeze drifted by to help evaporate the sweat he had built up from working on the tramp freighter. He spared a quick glance back at the tramp freighter. At least there's another guy who flies antiques...Ravenna had briefly met [member="Mark Sage"], after one of the other padawans mentioned that he wasn't the only one flying an old personal ship. But while their conversation had started with ships, the conversation that ended in agreement to meet here at the edge of the hangar to cross lightsaber blades.
In many ways, he was not sure what to expect from this mock duel. He had never crossed lightsaber blades with another padawan, aside from going through basic drills like how to parry, how to lunge. But it had never been a competition. The few times he had used his old master's lightsaber in combat, it had been against people with blasters. Those experiences had made him feel comfortable in his constant training in Soresu against remotes, but he wondered just how well it would protect him against an opponent using a lightsaber. I might not know how this will turn out, but at least it'll be a good learning experience, even if I lose.
His hand fell down rest on the cold metallic hilt of his saber. Why does it always feel so oddly comforting? Whenever I draw it for real use, it means something isn't right in this universe. But I suppose that is why I train...
Travot Ravenna strode out of the vaulted hangar, his footsteps echoing loudly on the hardened duracrete pad, leaving behind his battered Plainswalker behind him. A brief smile blossomed across his face as he felt the sun's warm rays against his skin. A light breeze drifted by to help evaporate the sweat he had built up from working on the tramp freighter. He spared a quick glance back at the tramp freighter. At least there's another guy who flies antiques...Ravenna had briefly met [member="Mark Sage"], after one of the other padawans mentioned that he wasn't the only one flying an old personal ship. But while their conversation had started with ships, the conversation that ended in agreement to meet here at the edge of the hangar to cross lightsaber blades.
In many ways, he was not sure what to expect from this mock duel. He had never crossed lightsaber blades with another padawan, aside from going through basic drills like how to parry, how to lunge. But it had never been a competition. The few times he had used his old master's lightsaber in combat, it had been against people with blasters. Those experiences had made him feel comfortable in his constant training in Soresu against remotes, but he wondered just how well it would protect him against an opponent using a lightsaber. I might not know how this will turn out, but at least it'll be a good learning experience, even if I lose.
His hand fell down rest on the cold metallic hilt of his saber. Why does it always feel so oddly comforting? Whenever I draw it for real use, it means something isn't right in this universe. But I suppose that is why I train...