Clan Verd
Equipment: Training lightsaber, clothes
Tag:
Taiia Mataan
Objective: Learn & Fight
Victory after Victory. Allya had seen some of the worst battle fields in the galaxy and hadn’t just come out alive, she had always come out on top. Mandalorians, Sith, Jedi, abomination, criminal empires, assassins groups, it didn’t matter, time after time she had emerged victorious. There was a single time Allya had been out classed, only once, and it tore at her. But even then, she had denied her enemy his objective, and had protected her family and troops. The teen had grown so much since then, her combat abilities, her armor and weapons, her control over the force, she had honed it all. And yet….Victory was a double edged sword. It bred confidence, skill, and control, but it also bred arrogance and overconfidence.
IONA was the first to see this in her organic counterpart. Allya learned to rely too heavily on her technology, which while a benefit to be sure, IONA was afraid the girl was getting rusty when it came to pure survival. What happened if all the tech was gone? If all the tricks and surprises left her? Could her organic survive in a pure battle of will and skill?
There was only one way to hone the teen further, and this was to strip away all that technology, all those weapons and give her the bare minimum. A pair of workout clothes, and a basic training lightsaber and set her up against someone well over ten years her senior. If she came out on top, it would reinstill that survival instinct. If she failed, it would force the girl to train so much harder.
On Geonosis, a large ring was drawn in the sand, and Allya walked up to the edge. A protocol droid handed the teen a simple training lightsaber. She felt...defenseless without her armor. It was spiritual for a Mandalorian to wear it. Instead, the caramel skinned girls flaws were in full view for the world to see. The mass of scars that crawled down her neck, that covered her shoulders and arms, and clawed across her skin glistened in the hot sun. Sweat began to bead on her face as she stepped into the circle. Her dark eyes were on her opponent, and she ignited the lightsaber. It was a pale orange color and for a moment her eyes glanced at it.
As she prepared for this duel, frustration filled her, and the dark side once more swirled around her. It settled upon her shoulders much like a protective, and familiar cloak. She bowed to her opponent, and slid one foot back. The blade was raised to the side, and one hand was raised up as she focused her wrath. Concentrate….Concentrate.
"Rules are simple. No killing, or maiming. If you are knocked unconscious, exit the ring, or surrender, you lose." The protocol droid called out.