Private Hands on

[Nolan ork]

One day in a training center Nolan ork was picking a fight with a punching bag when a woman named zesiro walked in

 

[Zesiro]

Zesiro stepped into the training center and slowed when the steady sound of fists striking a punching bag reached her. Her blue eyes settled briefly on the man working it over, watching for only a few moments before she continued farther into the room.

She had come looking for somewhere to get a little training in herself, though it seemed she wasn't the only one with that idea. Giving the stranger enough room to continue without interruption, she set her things aside and glanced his way again.

"Looks like that thing did something to offend you," she commented with a faint smile.

Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“Nah I just like giving punching bags the old 1 2 showing them who’s boss”

 

[Zesiro]

Zesiro raised an eyebrow, glancing from the man to the punching bag and then back again as a faint smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "I didn't realize punching bags had an attitude," she commented, amusement slipping easily into her voice. "Though I suppose if that one starts fighting back, I'll know who started it."

She moved toward an open space nearby, setting down the few things she had brought with her before looking over at him again. "I'm Zesiro, by the way."

Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“I'm Nolan”

 

[Zesiro]

"Nice to meet you, Nolan." Zesiro offered him a small smile before glancing toward the punching bag again. "Do you come here often, or did that particular bag just have the misfortune of meeting you today?"
Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“Yeah I try to come every day”

 

[Zesiro]

"That often?" Zesiro asked, giving him a mildly impressed look before glancing around the training center. "You must enjoy keeping yourself in shape, then. I try to train regularly myself, though I can't claim I make it here every day."

Her attention returned to him with an easy smile. "What kind of training do you usually do besides terrorizing the punching bags?"

Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“I usually train with sticks in order to get better at using my lightsaber”

 

[Zesiro]

Zesiro glanced toward the training sticks before looking back at Nolan, keeping her expression casually interested. "A lightsaber?" she asked, as though the answer had caught her curiosity. "I suppose practicing with sticks is safer than using the real thing. How long have you been training with one?"
Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“A few months”

 

[Zesiro]

"A few months isn't very long," Zesiro replied, giving a small nod as she glanced toward the training sticks. "What made you decide you wanted to learn how to use a lightsaber?"
Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“I’m a Jedi it’s in my blood”

 

[Zesiro]

Zesiro raised her eyebrows slightly at that, giving Nolan a more curious look. "A Jedi? It's been many years since I've met one of those," she replied, careful to keep her own history entirely out of the conversation. "I suppose that explains the lightsaber training."
Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“Yep just trying to sharpen my skills”

 

[Zesiro]

Zesiro nodded slightly, glancing toward the training sticks again. "Well, practice is usually the best way to do that," she said with a small smile. "Do you usually train alone?"
Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“Yeah most of the time”

 

[Zesiro]

Zesiro gave a small nod as she considered that. "I'm not trained with sticks," she admitted, a faint smile appearing as she raised one hand into a loose fist. "But I can throw a pretty mean punch and hook when I need to."
Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“Oh is that so”

 

[Zesiro]

Zesiro smiled slightly at the question, giving a casual shrug. "I've had a little practice over the years," she replied, deliberately leaving it at that. Her blue eyes flicked toward the training area before returning to Nolan. "Why? Did you want to find out?"
Nolan ork