Keira Priest
The Iron
It had been a few months (or more, the concept of time had escaped her recently) since Keira had met properly with the one apprentice she had taken under her wing, a Tatooine native and nomad by the name of [member="Lorraei"]. The two had connected on some level upon their first meeting, nurturing the beginnings of a bond in the Force that had the potential to grow into something that wholly encompassed them both. Their interactions had unfortunately been sporadic since that one complete conversation, though she had convened with him once more on the planet of Voss, in the Silver Temple no less. That hadn't lasted too long, given that the pair had been dismissed from the grounds in short order.
Her life in the weeks afterwards had been nothing short of chaotic, beginning with meeting her mentor who had since grounded himself back in a corporeal form and taking off once she was assigned command to a clone army millions strong and growing by the second. Shortly thereafter the Republic had been invaded by the Sith, spurring her and the aforementioned military into action only hours after she had been granted that position of power. Though territory had ultimately been lost she viewed it as a success in the sense that they had learned from their mistakes and would be better for it the next time. A meeting with the Prime Minister and another battle had followed, with indiscriminate events bridging the gap.
Only recently had she found enough free time to so much as consider the thought of a proper training session. But she knew her contributions as any sort of mentor had been lacking severely, and it was only fair that she set time aside for the two of them. It was the least she owed him after what had transpired on Voss, and here she would be able to devote her full attention to any and all lessons that might come to pass. A proper plan of action hadn't been drawn up, as she was one to allow things to progress organically without denoting just what was supposed to transpire and when such a thing was deemed to occur. That was crossing a line into hard-edged formality she didn't deign to tamper with.
Arrangements had been made through brief conversations on commlinks for the two to meet on the planet of Oberon, one Spaarti, the company she supposed she owed some sense of loyalty to after the appointment of the clone army, had headquarters on. With its mostly wild landscape it made the perfect venue for the duo to release the full extent of their power if they so chose. A combination of open plains and forests dotted the majority of the terrain, with large lakes taking up the rest of the space, only one major city being located on the entirety of the planet. Anyone of a different mentality would have appreciated the surroundings wholly for their natural beauty, but she saw practicality in it firsthand.
It was in an open field near a treeline she currently waited, though she was doing more with her time than simply meditating on her thoughts. Instead she had begun a slow, rhythmic mock-combat scenario in which she was the only individual present, forming up defenses and counters to imaginary strikes and stringing together her own sequences of attack as well. It had begun at a snail's pace but quickly sped up to the point where each move was nearly impossible to distinguish from the next, attack and defense manifesting itself in a nigh impenetrable web of plasma that seemed to weave itself about her entire form. Exercising this athleticism wasn't new to her, but doing so in a controlled situation was. It was a nice change, she decided, to be at peace. Mostly.
Her life in the weeks afterwards had been nothing short of chaotic, beginning with meeting her mentor who had since grounded himself back in a corporeal form and taking off once she was assigned command to a clone army millions strong and growing by the second. Shortly thereafter the Republic had been invaded by the Sith, spurring her and the aforementioned military into action only hours after she had been granted that position of power. Though territory had ultimately been lost she viewed it as a success in the sense that they had learned from their mistakes and would be better for it the next time. A meeting with the Prime Minister and another battle had followed, with indiscriminate events bridging the gap.
Only recently had she found enough free time to so much as consider the thought of a proper training session. But she knew her contributions as any sort of mentor had been lacking severely, and it was only fair that she set time aside for the two of them. It was the least she owed him after what had transpired on Voss, and here she would be able to devote her full attention to any and all lessons that might come to pass. A proper plan of action hadn't been drawn up, as she was one to allow things to progress organically without denoting just what was supposed to transpire and when such a thing was deemed to occur. That was crossing a line into hard-edged formality she didn't deign to tamper with.
Arrangements had been made through brief conversations on commlinks for the two to meet on the planet of Oberon, one Spaarti, the company she supposed she owed some sense of loyalty to after the appointment of the clone army, had headquarters on. With its mostly wild landscape it made the perfect venue for the duo to release the full extent of their power if they so chose. A combination of open plains and forests dotted the majority of the terrain, with large lakes taking up the rest of the space, only one major city being located on the entirety of the planet. Anyone of a different mentality would have appreciated the surroundings wholly for their natural beauty, but she saw practicality in it firsthand.
It was in an open field near a treeline she currently waited, though she was doing more with her time than simply meditating on her thoughts. Instead she had begun a slow, rhythmic mock-combat scenario in which she was the only individual present, forming up defenses and counters to imaginary strikes and stringing together her own sequences of attack as well. It had begun at a snail's pace but quickly sped up to the point where each move was nearly impossible to distinguish from the next, attack and defense manifesting itself in a nigh impenetrable web of plasma that seemed to weave itself about her entire form. Exercising this athleticism wasn't new to her, but doing so in a controlled situation was. It was a nice change, she decided, to be at peace. Mostly.