Friends don't let other friends go untrained...

[Una Gal]

Nima stepped into the large circular room. Her choice of training room differed incredibly to Master Syn's. The floor was padded, as it should be and well lit. The ceiling was a large glass dome that beamed a strong spotlight of sun down onto the center of the room. It was quite and all together a place were she could collect her thoughts properly and not be distracted by all too good too look at Masters. Her boots made a soft patting sound on the floor as she stepped further in and unclipped her hilt from her belt. She spent a few seconds waving the metal through the air, not yet ignited. The weight of it had been enough to over balance her when she first arrived at the temple. But after being here a little while, her arms had gotten used too it.

She spun around on her heel, igniting the blade as it swung through the air. It blurred in the light and filled the room with the echo of its swift movement. Standing up straight, she nodded at herself, pleased with her progress. Now all she had to do was wait for her friend, who had promised to show her a little more about how to handle a lightsaber.

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[Nima Tann]

As she was thinking the recent events she saw between the members of the Order, she started to doubt her position as a Silver Jedi, confused of which side should she believe and stand. She just couldn't believe the Jedi was purely good anymore, but the man she trusted, Knight Harrison could be dangerous sometimes too. She took her equipment from her room, preparing herself for today. Then, she started to walk through the Temple, feeling confused. While she was walking aimlesly, she remembered that she promised to train with her friend [member="Una Gal"], who she met years ago and became friends in a short time, thinking about her reduced the confusion a bit, replacing it with excitement. Trying not to think about the Order, she focused on the training.

She finally arrived to the training room that they'll met, just to see her friend's earlier than her. She chose a good place, enough lights, no distractions and smooth but a little slippery floor, just perfect for the training. As she went near to her friend, she smiled and started to talk. "I like the place, really good choice." Then, with a playful and joking tone she continued. "I know I am not that good like Master Syn, but I know a thing or two."

 

[Una Gal]

She turned just in time to see her friend enter the training area. Una had been very grateful to know someone when she arrived at the silver jedi. It had been nerve wrecking walking though the halls, but to see Nima's face was a great relief. Greeting her friend with a hug and a friendly smile, she shrugged her shoulders at her comment. "Thank you, I thought so too! And even though he is good too look at, it's hard to focus on what he's saying. I really appreciate you taking the time to help me." Giving her a pat on her shoulder she took a step back and bowed low to her, as per custom. Nima was her master in this room and she was ready to learn at her hands. Though recently, she could see something was bothering her. It wans't hard to tell. Perhaps they'd get a chance to talk about it while they were working.

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[Nima Tann]

Feeling like an authority figure, she felt the confidence in herself increase and smiled. " I know what you mean, he looks so young to be a master, so listening him can be a little... hard." she stopped for a second to calm her fangirling, then continued. "And, no problem about that. You know, friends don't let other friends go untrained." she winked and smiled to her sincerely. Knowing her from her childhood days, she always felt relax and talkative, she was feeling more like herself with no masks, no shyness, as she explained to herself a lot . Una was always like a medicine to her whenever she felt alone and sad, like a sister she always wanted to have and training with her was a great opportunity to clear her head from the thoughts that was eating her head for days. " Okay Padawan [member="Una Gal"]." she giggled, and then tried her best to look wise. "Let me see your combat stance first." She said, focusing herself with the training. She hoped that Una wouldn't understand her situation, because explaining her could be hard. She couldn't find the words to explain what was happening to her even to herself.

 

[Una Gal]

Una giggled, a school girl, high pitched giggle. Everytime someone mentioned her new master butterflies made themselves apparent in her stomach. She had yet to tell her friend the news and this was the perfect time. She stepped backward a few steps and entered the stance she was taught only a few days ago. Having spent the past few hours practicing it, her form was practically perfect. Her arm drooped a little and her leg had shifted a few inches, but her body held true. Una was excited about this particular training session, it was the first one she would get to try out her new saber in. "You know, he asked me to be his padawan..." She mentioned in passing as she checked over her own stance and corrected a few things here and there.

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[Nima Tann]

"Great news!" she said with a big smile, one could read the excitement in her voice, while helping her to correct the stance she's making. "You deserve to train with such a powerful and umm... 'handsome' master." she patted Una's shoulders, congratulating her sincerely. She was happy for her friend, really, it was great to hear good news after hearing and seeing terrible things about the Silver Jedi, the things she would never think that her own kind could do, but now the only thing she wanted to think was the training and she didn't want to ruin her friend's happiness. She focused on Una, tooking her own stance and preparing to the fight, she activated her lightsaber. "Okay, rule time!" she said, giving a confident pose. "There is only one rule, no killing!" she giggled for a second then continued. "I will count to three and we'll start. 1... 2..." Then with a quick attack, she hit her friend, confusing her. "First lesson. Why do you think the Jedi are extinct? Because we're bound by honour. There is no honour in war. " she winked, not to sound rude.

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[Una Gal]

Una chuckled. "Handsome.. there's another word all together for what he is." Her footing now corrected and her stance strong and stable, she nodded her head toward Nima. Only one rule. Seemed like a fair game. Anything goes then. Her head wasn't in the game as she began to count down. She hissed and pulled herself away from the oncoming hit, but all too late. It stung, but she managed to regain her stance and frown deeply. "There is honor in war, if you're fighting for the right reasons..." Una stomped forward, igniting both sides of her blade and whip lashing them toward her. First to one side, then to the other. Repeating the pattern as she closed the distance between her and Nima.

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[Nima Tann]

"Oh really?..." she said, unimpressed of her answer, she frowned. "Well you can say that to the next Sith that you'll fight. I am sure his or her answer will be the lightsaber to your stomach." she said, repeating Una's sentence. "And the right reasons? For whom? There is no right reason for war, Una." she said, with a calm tone, trying not to sound very rude. She didn't want to punish her friend for her own thoughts. She jumped back as she saw her friend was closing in. She had a double lightsaber, and a long one, one could say and it looked like that she had training with it before. She activated her own lightsaber, and started to think a good tactic. She had the disadvantage of being slow, that saber would slow her moves down. So the form she practised earlier, Ataru, would be a good tactic to defeat her. She started to move towards her friend, turning her saber in her hand. Then to shock her, she suddenly jumped to her, landing near to her friend and while still sitting down, she smiled. "Cool saber, by the way." Then she turned and quickly swung her saber aggresively towards her. She didn't perfect her form yet but it would be enough to win the fight, she thought.

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[Una Gal]

Una raised her chin and followed her friend through the air as she flipped over her body. She had moments to think. Pivoting on her foot, she disignited one side of her saber and swung it to meet with her friends blade. They crashed together in a flurry of light and sparks that jumped off the two sabers. Una's blade was steadily changing color, lighting her face up. First green, then red, then a bright pink. A bead of sweat trickled down the back of her neck as she held the saber lock and struggled to speak. "There are always the right reasons for war." She released her hold on the blade, gathering enough energy to push back against Nima's. Stepping back and igniting the other side once again, she waited to see her friends move. "For example, a war between the Jedi and slavers. We're freeing people wrongly trapped. That's a right reason to fight a war. A right reason for death. Or perhaps even to bring back one of your own." Her chest pumped up and down slowly as she tried to regain her breath. "I think what you mean is that people go into war for the wrong reasons, not that they don't have one all together."

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