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Dojo Dispute

The bustling streets of the urban metropolis, Coronet City, was no place for a Jedi. Even though the planet was controlled by the Republic, many still did not agree and cooperate with the presence of the Jedi. It seemed that the Sith and other faction supporters grew in size everyday, while the Order simply remained the same, if not weakened. For this reason, Tugoro was dressed in his casual wear, which consisted of his brown leather boots and flight jacket. The teen appeared to be a commoner like the rest, though those with an adept connection to the force would be able to tell otherwise. The boy's small form would slip in and out of the crowds, navigating it's way towards the cluster of buildings that lined the crowded streets. There was one establishment that caught his eye.

Entering through the doorway, Tugoro would nod in approval while looking around the place's interior. The walls and floor were made of a shining wooden material, that many loose clothed individuals walked here and there upon. Their attire was similar to the traditional gi-type clothing that martial artists wore. Walking across the room, Tugoro would waste little time, applying for a match that would appoint him randomly selected sparring partner. The boy would head to the locker room while he waited, changing out of his clothes and into something more appropriate. He had dawned his Padawan tunic, opting to leave the belt and boots out of the picture. Exiting the room bare footed, Tugoro would head down a long corridor, turning as he arrived at his destination. Reaching forward, the Jedi would open the door, using the console to activate it's mechanism. The metallic plating would slide into the rest of the wall, giving the youth a view of the small arena within. His opponent was already present, it seemed. They also possessed a distinct force sensitivity, one the boy could feel with his mind. This would definitely be an interesting challenge.
[member="Ashe Senari"]
 

Ashe Senari

I was raised to be a weapon, but I was born to be
Ashe bounced lightly on the balls of her feet and took a few practice swings at the air before her as she waited for her opponent. Unlike the other inhabitants of the dojo, she was in her underwear. She preferred the Echani way of sparring with no restrictions, including the restricted movements brought on by clothing. She smiled as she saw her opponent entering the room. He looked like a Jedi Padawan. She wondered how much hand to hand combat training he had. She knew Jedi's typically preferred the use of their lightsabers, but no one was ever hurt by learning to fight with just their hands, unless they were injured sparring. After all, what do you do if your weapon is somehow knocked from your grasp? Your body should always be an effective weapon, according the way Ashe was raised. Her parents had raised her to essentially be a living weapon. She was a master of hand to hand combat as well as several different forms of weapons. She was working on her marksmanship too, although she despised using guns and blasters, it seemed cowardly to her, but she was a weapons master and so thought being an expert marksman may be a good skill to have. [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
 
Tugoro really didn't know much about martial arts. He knew even less about the Echani ways. This caused the youth to be rather shocked, as he looked [member="Ashe Senari"] up and down, before lifting a hand over his eyes. In truth, there were many social norms that the young boy did not understand, having grown up among the Wookiees on Kashyyyk. Back on his home planet, clothes weren't really a big deal, he himself had hardly worn a simple waist cloth in his childhood. Though after being taken in by the Jedi, he was taught how to be a "civilized" being, thus resulting in his almost immediate reaction to the situation. "Sorry. Didn't know you were changing." The teen would comment, still blocking his sight. He did not sound sincere in the slightest, and did not seem to be embarrassed either. Stepping into the room, the Padawan would make sure to keep his hand leveled out with Ashe's form, before closing the door behind him. The youth would simply post up against the wall, his back leaning against the uncomfortable material. He was apparently waiting.
 

Ashe Senari

I was raised to be a weapon, but I was born to be
Ashe couldn't stop herself from laughing as she crossed the room and openned the door. "You can come back in, I'm ready for a fight. I just prefer to have no restrictions when I'm fighting, and that includes restricted movement caused by clothing. Don't let it distract you, that's how you lose after all!" She laughed as she saw him leaning against the wall. Most men had a hard time not being distracted by her when she fought like this. She had a large bust and perfect hourglass figure. Of course her attractiveness led most people to believe she was weak. Those people typically ended up with broken jaws or limbs, but this Padawan wouldn't know that. She smirked at the thought. She wondered if he would be as quick to dismiss her as other's were. "Don't get used to this by the way. Other Echani typically only fight like this when sparring people they trust, or teaching someone our form of martial arts. Me? Well I just don't care. It's much easier to kick someone in the face if I don't have to worry about my pants ripping." [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
 
Tugoro was hardly a man. The boy was rather young, and had little experience with women at all actually. Sure, he might have a crush on a few here and there, but other than that he actually didn't know much about or understand the concepts of physical attraction. It was something the Jedi had taken advantage of, for they had found him in a rather ignorant state after being raised by Wookiees. All he knew was, that such things were very frowned upon. The boy's head would turn to the side slowly as he heard the door open, expecting to see [member="Ashe Senari"] dressed and ready to batt- She was still half-naked. Her presence out in the open definitely caused a few heads to turn, for her body was apparently rather desirable by most men. Tugoro could not deny that she was pretty, though his interest in individuals lay further beyond that raw physical lust. Pretending not to be embarrassed this time, the young Jedi would nod his head slowly, making sure to keep eye contact with the female. He had never heard of the Echani before, and was fascinated by their logical thinking. Clothes really did restrict movement, didn't they!

"Oh," the youth would simply respond, not exactly sure as to what to say. Instead, a single arm would lift as he stepped forward, walking along the wall and back into the sparring room. Placing his palm gently upon the white haired female's shoulder, Tugoro would speak slowly, pausing here and there to think of the right words. He obviously had a difficulty with speaking galactic basic, though seemed to manage alright. "You can trust me," he continued, after closing the door behind him. The youth seemed to truly be innocent and pure, if not affected mentally by the war. There were so many questions that he wanted to ask, though he wasn't sure where to start. "Should I do that too?" He asked, using a finger to trace up and down her nearly bare figure.
 

Ashe Senari

I was raised to be a weapon, but I was born to be
Ashe fought back another laugh at the younger man's action. She smiled at him and shook her head. "I don't care what you do as long as you put up a good fight. It's been awhile since I've had a real challenge," She smiled as she spoke, then changed to a deep blush when he traced her form with his finger. She wasn't used to being touched unless she was sparring. She fought back the redness spreading across her pale skin and smiled again. "I'm ready when you are!" She told him as she walked back to the center of the room where she had been standing. She dropped into a fight stance, legs spread slighting apart and arms raised in front of her. Her arms were raised enough to quickly block a blow to her face but not so high that they blocked her field of vision. She gestured for him to come at her and then continued to stand there and wait, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet. [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
 
The youth would smile slightly as he listened to [member="Ashe Senari"] laugh. He enjoyed the sound of laughter, for it was something he did not hear often. The Jedi were rather strict, and possessed a rare sense of humor. Tugoro didn't even know what the Echani was laughing at, neither did he know why she had blushed so deeply. Either way, he figured that she was not unhappy, and that was all that mattered really. He wasn't interested in fighting an opponent that might have it out for him. The young Jedi would nod as he listened to her words, his arms lifting as he tugged off his tunic's top. Underneath, he wore a tight jumpsuit, akin to something one would wear under armor. It was a shiny, flexible material, and so Tugoro figured his movement wouldn't be hindered much. Having already taken off his boots, the Jedi would toss his loose beige pants to the side, leaving him in the black jumpsuit. It extended down to his knees, leaving his lower legs and feet completely bare. Now he was ready!

Now that he thought about it, he had heard the word Echani here and there. He had learnt under a lady known as Alexandra, one that had similar hair color to Ashe's own. He liked learning about new things, and was eager to analyze the female's fighting style. His sharp eyes would watch her every movement, noting the positioning of her limbs and feet. She seemed really experienced, it would be intimidating if Tugoro wasn't himself. Staring at her eyes with his blank expression, the boy would begin to speak, having remembered something, "Any rules?"
 

Ashe Senari

I was raised to be a weapon, but I was born to be
"Don't kill each other." She replied with a smirk before lunging forward, swinging her fist at him. The move was a feint and she pulled back at the last second. She followed up with a lightning fast kick aimed at his side. "Never drop your guard! You knew since you stepped into this room that we would be fighting," She lectured. After delivering the kick she would spring backwards if it was successful. If not she would fall and roll backwards onto her feet, leaving little time for him to strike her while she was down. Her smirk was no longer present, her expression was one of intense conversation as she assessed her opponent and watched his movements, paying close attention to any slight twitch of the muscles so as to anticipate any incoming attack. [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
 
Tugoro liked [member="Ashe Senari"]'s style. Her sudden attack was quick and unexpected, even so Tugoro was confident in his abilities. The young Jedi often liked to challenge opponents in the same fashion, not giving them a chance to even get into their own stance. The boy's mind would be put to work, as it focused on the force energy within and around him. It would flow through him at a fast rate, increasing the movements of his already agile body. On top of that, his quick eyes would also receive a boost, for they now watched everything in slow motion. Even so, the Echani warrior was quite fast herself. The youth's emerald gaze would also keep track of her movements, his mind allowing him to process several details at a genius-like rate. Little did the boy know, that he was going up an opponent who fought just like him, simply in a more refined, disciplined manner.

Taking a single step backwards as the feint punch was thrown, the boy's brow would furrow as it was pulled back, his optics spotting her leg at the last moment. Her powerful kick would swing through the air, travelling at a surprisingly fast speed. The tip of her toes would barely graze the Padawan's stomach, as his torso jerked backwards, along with his entire body. The quick, last minute dodges that the Soresu stance implemented were useful, even without a light saber it seemed. His bare feet would plant against the ground firmly, as he watched the skilled warrior create some distance. Seeing as there were no rules set, Tugoro would resort to one of his signature techniques, that he had developed after months of honing his telekinesis. He couldn't use it rapidly, only in one single burst. The Jedi's feet would spread apart from one another, creating a gap between his legs. His body would come closer to the ground, giving him a better center of gravity. He was balanced now, allowing him to focus on his arms positioning. His left one would tuck closely to his body, looking as if it were a cobra ready to strike. Tugoro's right however would extend forward, stretching out straightly in order to point at the white haired female. His hand was open palmed, his knuckling faces the ceiling while his fingers begin to move. The boy's digits would curl into a fist, as he harnessed the same force energy he had gathered earlier. It would compress and gather itself around the Jedi's hand, forming the outline of the fist itself. The boy's arm would swing briefly through the air, moving only for a moment in a quick motion. The concentrated force energy fist would surge towards the Echani, hoping to slam into her torso. It was a considerable technique, though useless if dodged. The power behind the attack was formidable, though risky to use at long range. If the opponent was able to anticipate the telekinetic technique, it would simply be a waste.
 

Ashe Senari

I was raised to be a weapon, but I was born to be
Ashe was not one to stay in place during a fight. She moved in circles around him as she determined her next mood. She noticed him shift his stance and narrowed her eyes. He was a force user and she hadn't specified no force techniques. She's have to make sure she didn't stay still long and give him a chance to use any of them. She waited until the very last minute before dropping and rolling forward. She stepped would attempt to step right up to him and grab his shoulder. If she managed to do this she would follow with hooking her leg behind one of his knees and shoving him back while dragging her leg towards her. This would effectively knock him down, causing him to crash onto the matted floor beneath them. Ashe did not fight solely in the Echani style. She knew a vast mix of techniques and would implement the best based on the situation. After knocking him down she would keep a hold of his arm and attempt to twist it painfully while also pulling it back over her leg. This method could be used to break an arm, though she wouldn't take it that far. [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
 
The projected force punch would whiz right past [member="Ashe Senari"]'s head, Tugoro becoming extremely nervous seeing as he did not want to hit her there with such a power. It didn't matter though, for the Echani had dodged the attack completely, which was sort of unexpected for the Padawan. Every time he had used the technique in the past it had worked, like against the bounty hunter Lily Rose. He hadn't realized who she was, until encountering the holocron of Hasjo Hallu. After rolling forward, the white haired female would grasp the boy's shoulder tightly, leaving her arm completely open. The arm that had tucked close to his body would reach upwards, it's digit's wrapping tightly around her wrist. Unusually tight, especially for one of his age. The robotic hand he possessed had it's advantages, one being it's vice grip. It wouldn't crush her limb or inflict pain, it would simply guarantee a solid hold.

Watching her leg shoot forward, Tugoro's own opposite one would move into action, thrusting forward. It's foot would cut through the air, it's bare skin hoping to impact with her own lower limb. After hopefully throwing it off trajectory, her shove would come into play, slamming into the Padawan's torso harshly. She packed quite the punch, along with the attribute of speed. If that weren't enough, her martial prowess was indeed great. He would definitely learn a lot from this fight. The boy would go tumbling back, after receiving the blow's impact. The mechanical hand that had already created a firm grip would begin to pull with all of it's might, while the Jedi pivoted on his heel. He attempted to spin his body along with Ashe's own, in an effort to throw her into the nearby wall.
 

Ashe Senari

I was raised to be a weapon, but I was born to be
Ashe managed to resist just enough to avoid him attaining the force necessary to throw her into the wall. She collided with the floor and rolled, coming back up onto her feet. She ignored the pain in her shoulder from colliding with the floor and leaped towards Tugoro again. She aimed a high kick at his head followed by a slightly lower one at his side. If the high kick hit he would be knocked out. If the lower one hit he would be knocked off balance. She spun on her right leg and brought her left down in another vicious kick that would be aimed where ever he was at. Unless of course he was knock out, in which case she would kneel beside him and try to wake him. [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
 
The boy's grip would loosen as he released [member="Ashe Senari"], watching her fall over onto the ground. He was impressed, for she used the momentum to go into a roll, and get back onto her feet. She definitely wasn't a rookie, Tugoro had figured that out awhile ago. He was having a great time though, the large smug grin on his face evidence of such. Even so, the Echani warrior truly did propose a difficult challenge for the boy, his torso having been bruised by her earlier hit. His opponent wasted no time after they regained their footing, quickly moving in to attack the Jedi once more. From a distance, the youth would examine her arm, noticing the strange marks upon it. Scars?

Taking a few steps backwards, the Padawan would prepare himself for the violent onslaught heading his way. Tilting his head backwards, Tugoro would begin to lean his entire torso back, pushing off the ground as he kicked his feet up, propelling his body into a fluid looking back flip. The first powerful kick would shoot right past the boy's face, threatening to put his lights out. Not today, thankfully. As he surged through the air, his torso would jerk and turn, allowing his body to rotate and move out of the second kick's way. After landing on the floor, Tugoro found himself crouched down, looking up at Ashe who was delivering a powerful kick down at him. Living among the Wookiees required an athletic build, which was definitely something the boy had. He had trained his body a lot in his youth, nearly reaching the peak for his age. Lifting both of his arms, Tugoro would quickly cross them in the air, extending them forward to meet the heavy blow that was headed his way. Her leg would smash into the youth's limbs, causing them to go numb for a moment. A brief jolt of pain shot up his arms, causing him to cringe slightly, before looking up at his opponent in his defensive state.

"You're really good." He would compliment, breathing somewhat heavily, before continuing, "but your arm, how?" he asked, clearly looking at it.
 

Ashe Senari

I was raised to be a weapon, but I was born to be
Ashe dropped into a defensive stance, keeping her guard up as she prepared an answer. He could be asking out of pure curiosity, or he could be trying to distract her in order to catch her off guard. "Mandolorians got me with a flamethrower in a skirmish along time ago. None of them are alive to talk about it now though. If you think my hand to hand fighting is hard, never cross me with my vibrosword." She replied with a smirk as she shuffled backwards, waiting to see if he wanted to get up and continue or not. "I was raised to be a weapon, and I was a prodigy. By the time I was sixteen I was a master of several different forms of martial arts. By the time I was twenty I became a hand to hand combat expert and weapons master." She continued her explanation, wondering what he would think of their fight after hearing the information. [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
 
Watching [member="Ashe Senari"] slink back into a defensive stance, Tugoro would lift to his feet, before taking a single step backwards. He truly was interested in her injury, and definitely wouldn't pull such a deceptive move in a friendly fight. The boy's feet would spread apart as he delved back into his stance, keeping his ears and eyes attentively focused on the Echani. The Jedi would remain still as he listened to her speak, nodding his head slowly as she explained her upbringing. One thing just didn't seem right to the Padawan, however. Looking her frame up and down, Tugoro would notice how he was much taller than her, despite their apparent age gap.

"You're twenty?!" The boy would question, an expression of disbelief painted across his face. After listening to everything she had said, Tugoro's mind had deemed it necessary to comment on her age. She simply looked too pretty and young to be that old to the boy. Tugoro had definitely listened to her words, taking interest in her upbringing as well, not just her age. She boasted mastery over several types of combat, which led the Jedi to wonder about her childhood. Probably filled with rigorous training, nothing more. "You're bad at talking, huh?" He would simply remark, obviously referring to her social skills with a broad grin. He had been raised under similar circumstances, though probably did better at making relationships than the Echani. Averting his gaze to her scarred arm, the youth would recall his comrade Kian Karr, who was adept in healing arts. "Does it hurt?"
 

Ashe Senari

I was raised to be a weapon, but I was born to be
"All the time... And you're a year off. I'm twenty-one," she replied with a grin. The grin faded as she thought over his other comment. "It's true, I'm not good with words. My entire life up until now has been nothing but training... I've never really had friends," She explained with a slight frown. Everyone seemed to view her lack of any friends or social skills as sad and in some cases shameful. She agreed it probably wasn't the best way to grow up, but her parents did care about her. They wanted her to be the best because they knew that was what she was capable of. Was that really such a bad thing? She wasn't sure. She glanced down at her left hand, which was twitching for so much use. It burned like hell, but she had grown used to the frequent bouts of intense pain. It barely phased her anymore, even when the hand wasn't being used it throbbed dully. [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
 
It was true that Tugoro enjoyed combat, but conversation was something he liked and excelled at apparently, despite his limited vocabulary and almost blank tone of voice. Having talked a Sith Knight from the dark side's path, Tugoro prided himself in the fact that he was wise beyond his years. At least, that was what he thought. Of course, he wasn't at all, for the boy still had much to learn. And so the youth would remain quiet for the time being, listening carefully to her every word. Despite her facial expression and what she had said, the Jedi only noticed the conflict within her, as he felt it through the force. His own light aura would stretch out across the arena, looming over hers as to get a better look. Tugoro didn't think her life was sad or shameful in the slightest. He didn't think anything of her life, for it was hers. That didn't mean he wouldn't throw in his two credit chits, though.

"Grew up on Kashyyyk. Never knew parents. Wookiees raised me, accepted only after guidance and training," the boy would begin, no hints of deception within his voice. He merely spoke for the sake of being heard, hoping that his own story would put her somewhat at ease. He had a difficult time making friends, and hardly ever trusted anyone, partly because of his past, partly because of the present. The Jedi had fought in many battles, his mind having been affected thanks to many traumatizing events. Memories would flash through his mind, causing him to sort of zone out. A deep sadness would overcome him, as he was forced to watch his Wookiee clansman being shot down, all thanks to them. He had been a pawn, unknowingly used for a plot since his birth. Now that he had thought about it, he would continue to speak, "It will pass," he reassured, nodding his head confidently. The boy was obviously referring to her lack of social skills, something that she would adapt to and evolve from sooner or later. "Your ways come first, before any other." He would conclude, before taking a few steps over to the Echani. He figured she should take pride in her people's ways, regardless of what other's thought.

His movements were calm and relaxed, for he held no hostile intent. A single arm would reach out, guiding his open palmed hand towards her own left upper limb. He would place it upon her skin if no resistance was shown, allowing a stream of his force energy to expel from his fingers. It would wrap around her arm and seep into it gently, simply attempting to gauge the damage that had been done. It looked really bad up close, Tugoro wasn't even sure if it was capable of being restored. A calm, soothing wave of tranquility would wash over the female, rendering the constant pain numb for a short time. He was learning so much from their match, Tugoro didn't know any other way to repay her. The young Padawan would simply sigh, apparently relieved due to the thought of fighting the warrior at her full strength. He didn't appreciate unfair handicaps, despite using the force.
 

Ashe Senari

I was raised to be a weapon, but I was born to be
Ashe smiled slightly as she noticed the decreased pain in her crippled limb. "I don't mind the pain that much... It reminds me that I need to try harder," She explained seriously, glancing down at her arm. She wondered briefly why he was so concerned with it. It wasn't that big a deal. She had failed to defend herself properly and had suffered the consequences. She shrugged slightly at her own thoughts and looked back at her opponent. "Wanna take a break?" She asked him before another question came to her mind, "How old are you anyway?"
[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
 
The boy's arm would lower to his side, his palm slipping off of [member="Ashe Senari"]'s own skin. Looking into her eyes with his deep emerald optics, the youth would listen attentively to her first statement, trying to truly grasp what she meant. Looking down at his own hand, Tugoro would command his nerves to control his robotic digits, causing a slightly audible mechanical whir to be heard. It had been sliced off during a fight, after the boy had been lured into a blind rage. Ever since that day he had vowed to hone his skills, both physically and mentally. "I understand. More efficient when fully operational, though." He would counter, in his less than sophisticated sounding galactic basic skills. He even paused here and there to think of the right words to use.

Nodding his head, the Padawan would smile briefly, agreeing to the break. He wondered what they would do, and if they would go somewhere else. Still listening to her words, Tugoro would ponder the question for a moment, before giving her an almost unsure answer. "Fifteen." The fair skinned youth would reply, before running a hand through his brown hair, causing it to slick back.
 

Ashe Senari

I was raised to be a weapon, but I was born to be
Ashe nodded, "It function's it's just painful, but I can deal with the pain." She left briefly to change back into her normal clothes. When she returned she was wearing a brown leather vest over a low cut black tank top. The vest was only have zipped revealing the shirt beneath it and a small amount of cleavage. She also wore simple brown pants and black gloves that came half-way to he elbow. "Is it that much of a surprise that I'm twenty-one?" She questioned him, curious about his reaction. [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
 

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