In Grand Old Imperium Style

[Veino Garn]

[member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Jared Starchaser"] @Resistance-allied Jedi

Veino rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he strode down to the training room. Or, what had been commandeered as the training room. Space was cramped aboard the Resistance flagship and many rooms had to serve multiple purposes.

In this case, lightsaber training, with two old and slightly obscure styles that he had been practicing lately: praetoria ishu and praetoria vonil. The styles developed by the Imperial Knights centuries ago and revived for the short-lived Fel Imperium. He had been a member of their Imperial Knights before the Imperator was assassinated through treachery.

But so be it, he had joined with the Army of Light at that point, and history had gone from there. But,he had learned enough of the style to remember it, and after spending quite some time practicing, he was ready to begin sharing it again. Of course, not by himself. The styles needed more than one person to really be effective. They were designed for a team and as such, would never really be compatible for the Sith. It required far too much trust.

He detached his lightsaber from his hip and felt the weight in his hands. Its smooth haft almost felt strange in his hands, but not for much longer, for he was clad in his armor now. They were at war and when training, one needed to train as they fought. He had no helmet on at the moment, but the rest was there. Plus, these forms were designed to be used with armor, especially phrik gauntlets, but they would make do without.

Its white blade snapped to life. Veino shifted his feet and took the opening stance that was shared by both styles. One was defense and one was offense. He began with the first velocity.

 

[Jared Starchaser]

There was a lot of talk of this Resistance needing more training. Jared was doing his best to follow in his father’s steps. He wanted to make a name for himself. Needing to show that he was more a fighter than not, Jared had agreed to step up, and work alongside Alliance and Resistance forces however was needed. Jared Starchaser received word that his former brother-in-arm [member="Veino Garn"] had stepped up to assist the Resistance Jedi Remnant.

The Starchaser had his Imperial Knight Lightsaber, one he carried with him every day, but one that had been personalized, with Corellian Bloodsteel, but kept the white blade. He knew that his history was important to him, and that was why he was remaining closer to the light side. The Fel Empire had an odd definition, but if Jared was to follow his father, he was a light sider. Smiling as he approached the training center, he nodded to Veino.

“The Fel styles, still.” He grinned, as his lightsaber ignited.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

He didn't advertise it much, but he too had served very briefly with the Knights. It wasn't of any legitimate Imperium, unfortunately. Just a pretender with a drop or two of regal blood and a few good ideas. When the 'Imperator' had been exposed as a fraud, Julius had left and begun his true descent into self-destruction. The lightsaber hadn't been kept, but some of the ideals had been. Unfortunately, he had never learned the traditional lightsaber techniques But the Remnant was becoming, if not formal, more and more a sizeable force. And there had been teachings, genuinely lineaged, of the styles of the Fel Imperium and it's Knights. Skill with a lightsaber was his primary talent, and there for a long while almost his only one, so he had jumped at the chance to fill one of the few gaps in his knowledge as a Battlemaster.

Dressed in a get-up that was part Jedi and part Spacer, he adjusted the long coat/outer robe of green he had on and smiled, watching the two who had just beat him. Soft and supple boots of kryat leather made little sound as he walked, a hand absently drubbing the two lightsaber hilts wrapped in a lbantha hide scroll case for each. Better to observe for the moment from the sideline, and make sure not to disrupt. But while he waited, blue-grey eyes watched intently.

[member="Jared Starchaser"] | [member="Veino Garn"]

 

[Veino Garn]

[member="Jared Starchaser"] [member="Julius Sedaire"]

Veino deactivated his lightsaber, allowing it to snap close with a hiss, and clipped it back to his belt as Jared walked in. He gave the man a friendly nod and broad smile.

"Yeah, the old ones. Figured it'd help to practice styles emphasizing multiple combatants." He strode out from the center of the room, duraplast boots echoing on the durasteel deck. "Works better in small spaces and when outnumbered."

He paused again for a moment as Julius entered and waved.

"Julius! Been a long while." He moved back towards the center of the room and kept his saber in-hand. "Might as well get started."

The saber reignited in his hand and he took a stance in the center of the room. "You both familiar with the praetoria styles?"

 

[Jared Starchaser]

The former Imperial Knight and constant armor enthusiast was always more of a pilot than a solider, or bladesman. He knew that Veino was always much more about the way of the saber and certain tactics. The man was a Jensaarai and that placed them very close to how an Imperial Knight defined oneself. They kept the Force at their heart, but its definition and how they approached it was based on what they needed. Defenders of the Fel Empire was what the Imperial Knights were. Jared wasn’t that anymore, not without the Empire.

He was something else, but he still kept to that definition, of as long as he was defending his own, he was feeling fine. He worked with the Levantines and Silvers for a time before making his way out to defend his family in the Unknown Regions. Now that they were back, and he knew the Outer Rim Coalition was a safe place for his sister and the ‘Dawn Treader’ and other Starchaser operations, he was making his way through the galaxy and finding his place.

The Resistance was an organizational disaster for him, but he liked their message. He would help them how he could. And bounce between flying false flag for them and assisting the Alliance how he could. His father was doing a lot, but he knew his father, it wouldn’t last forever, and all Jared knew was to be a soldier. Dressed in a hybrid of the TIE pilot flight suit and pieces of the red Imperial Knight armor, now colored an almost maroon. He looked at his own silver blade before listening to the two men speak.

He grinned as he looked at Garn’s blade. A slight nod. “Its what I was taught as a youngling.”

[member="Veino Garn"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"]