Private Searching For Knowledge

[Illian Dragos]

Clattering sounds could be heard in the Naboo Archives.

Among those who typed there were scholars, and lovers of wisdom. Illian hated studying. He found practical application to be a great way for him to develop habits on what he needed to do. Some time had passed since his arrival in the Confederacy. With the Cataclysm, instructors among the Knights Obsidian were rare. All he had was himself, and his desire to learn. That was enough, but even the greatest of men had some help along the way.

And that was why he was here. He was not a scholar, nor did he intend to pursue the force as a Jedi Consular. Yet, for someone who knew nothing about the force, he knew that he needed the library to be able to understand something. Anything for that matter. He had firm certainty he would reach his goals, but he did not expect his studies to be this difficult. The greater the trials, the greater the rewards.

And he could not wait for them to end.

Despite this, books could only go so far. He did not intend on being a book worm, and sooner or later, he needed to find some practical experience. But from who?

Damsy Callat

 

[Damsy Callat]

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Gills to the grindstone. ​

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Dagobah had shaken Damsy to the core. She hadn't slept well in a fortnight, barely dipping below the horizon of consciousness but a few times, but, more often than not, she had locked herself below Netra'yaim in Drake Den. She had retired there often enough before her wayward journey that her blood family didn't think much of her doing so, but this time it was different. She joined the beasts now out of kinship, not in spite of it. As Akaa'kalyr, she wanted - no, needed - to keep her Army safe, from every threat, including herself. ​

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She was toying with the idea of passing the torch to her uncle and confining herself to the menagerie for the rest of her life. Whatever happened exactly in the murky waters, he had pulled her from its maw, where she would have surely been digested into certain doom. While the mind fog had mostly cleared since, both of the entities she had encountered in the swamps crept back into her heart and mind just as sleep began to come. While the Dagobah venture hadn't been quite fruitless - she hadn't physically brought back the Mairan but carried its misshapen form psychologically - it hadn't bared what all she had expected it to.​

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Alas, the Force ghost of Bor Kordol and the alter ego of Syreni were the spoils of her labor. ​

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Possession and psychosis. ​

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Brilliant.​

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The archives at Naboo were surprisingly full despite the Cataclysm's aftermath. Still, Damsy offered the curiosity little of her brain power; she still had no love lost for the Knights Obsidian. She didn't wish more of their ranks death, nor did she revel in the lives already lost, but aiding an Order than had mistreated her so was not one of her heart's longing. Instead, at present, that much was to help herself. She picked a datastick out of a receptacle near the help desk as she moved past quickly, hoping not to be recognized. Though she had not spent much of her little time as a Squire socializing with her fellows, she was still a familiar face: maybe a celebrity as daughter of the Vicelord, maybe the opposite of it as the former Adjunct-Major of the Dauntless Legion.​

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[Illian Dragos]

"Form V is a lightsaber form that deals with sharp..."

Wiping his face with a wet cloth, he turned off his datapad. Everything he read did not click with him. And when he attempted to apply it, there was only moderate success. Looking around, he was the only individual with a serious demeanor. It appeared the intellectual efforts of others in the library yielded success. Perhaps people masked their anger. It was something he needed to practice. Then again, without the success he wanted - rather, needed to reach, there was no joyful gaze.

Anyone could notice a change in people's behavior.

Illian knew something notable, or someone notable was passing by. His time spent in the Confederacy had allowed him to recognize noteworthy figures at least among his own organization. Looking up, Illian saw Damsy Callat walking by. If there was ever a chance to get what he wanted, it was now.

"Hey!"

Expecting her to notice him. He, without proceeded with his request?

"Could you teach me something?

 

[Damsy Callat]

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Damsy wasn't as friendly as she was said to be.

In truth, she hadn't been since the Rodian Incident.

And she certainly wasn't now, on a beeline to getting this damned alter out of her head. Her head jerked up upon being called so suddenly when her guard was down. "Hey, brother, I'm here for somethin' a little important," she said simply. Just a bit, she added with the biting tone she didn't let off her tongue should Syreni snatch and run rampant with it. "'can't be playing teach. Sorry." But she wasn't.

When Damsy ducked her head to look again at her datapad, an entry on Force entities had loaded. The title was perhaps large enough for Illian to see as the sithspawn walked around him to get back on her way.

 

[Illian Dragos]

Illian had expected that. Whether it was because he was a simple Squire, or arrogance at her position, he did not know. But a simple request would not suffice. Sometimes interest had to be garnered, and he was somewhat of an expert on such a thing.

Approaching her, he analyzed her stature. She seemed older than him, but perhaps in his confidence, he thought he could take her own in a fight. Whether it was hubris or confidence, he did not know, but in his past months here, he had gotten some new moves that he wanted to try out. And what better opponent than Damsy Callat .

"How about I make this interesting." he said with a smirk in his face.

"I'll do a duel with you. If you win, I won't bother you again or ask you anything. But if I win, you grant me my request. What do you think?". Crossing his arms, a nonchalant Illian waited for her response, eager to prove himself as someone worthy of her time.

 

[Damsy Callat]

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An eye roll was the least she could do. And she did. Hard, with a sigh and redistribution of her weight from one hip to the other. "Gonna make me do this, aren't ya?" she asked rhetorically as she walked a few strides away just to place down her datapad. She would do a lot of shameful things shamelessly, but destroy library materials wasn't one of them.​

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"Y'know wha'? Whatever," she huffed upon returning. "But let's take this," she motioned generally between them, and then jabbed a thumb into the air over her shoulder, "outside." Reason? See above.​

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As the duo exited the Archives by way of its grand, main doors, Damsy's hand dropped to the handle of her electrotrident, hanging upside down at her belt. "Take arms, besom," she ordered when they were far enough away from people for her liking. For the time being, she settled for a casual, crossed-armed stance. She really couldn't be bothered.​

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[Illian Dragos]

Illian felt a rush of excitement. He finally had a worthy opponent. This time, he was not fighting a practice droid. It was the real deal, and he would not disappoint.

The young warrior felt based on his analysis of Damsy Callat 's body language that she underestimated him. The Squire used this as a way to channel his anger. All his life, he had been doubted, and now he was going to prove people wrong. This would be a good beginning, a good challenge to conquer. That was what hoped for anyway.

Grabbing the phrik swords he had, Illian observed her electrostaff. He had never seen an experienced practitioner. Seeing that she did not attack first, as soon as she finished her last sentence, Illian moved quickly, closing the gap as he moved, sending a diagonal attack from his left to his right with his right hand. This was aimed at her chest, as he wished to test her defenses.

The battle had begun.

 

[Damsy Callat]

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Put you metal where your mouth is.

She uncrossed her arms with great speed, though simply a product of military instincts unaided by the Force. The trident's head was already in one hand, so she slid its grip down on the handle to grip two-handed. She caught Illian's blade in-between her three prongs. She smirked at him over their arms before giving her weapon's handle a quick turn. White and purple electricity danced up the forks in response as the small motor revved to life under the Warmaster's hands.

If its steel was any bit of conductor, as she suspected, he would feel waves of energy pulsing down his sword closer and closer to his hands in the form of creeping heat.

 

[Illian Dragos]

She had gotten his blade, that was for certain. Then again, it was not disadvantageous for Illian. When he had performed his diagonal attack, the young warrior had made sure to put in some weight behind this attack. Knowing at least from his previous visual analysis of her stature that it he appeared to be more muscular, he intended to use what he had gathered to formulate a plan that suited his advantages.

Why had he put some weight behind his attack? Because the young squire wanted to disbalance her and make her fall down. With his weight being felt in the attack, he hoped that as soon as he disengaged(which occurred when the block had been completed), she would -hopefully- fall down because of the momentarily lose of force from his end. This would provide an opportunity for him to engage in his next phase.

Seeing as he had lost his sword, Illian moved in, sidestepping twice to face her back. While he had hoped that she would fall down, he still wanted to give her as less time as possible to prepare for a defense. That was why with his left blade, as he sidestepped, Illian imed for her upper shoulder(deltoid). Wary of any surprising attacks, he made sure this time to go inside her personal range. As he did this, he was cautious, making sure to react in case his sword was caught by a trident, as he also looked for any opportunity to reach for it.

Damsy Callat