Charity Luckless
Jedi Therapist
Voss - Silver Jedi Campus Sparring Facility
The room was spacious, round and deep with a domed ceiling. It was a sterile environment, walls paneled in an off-white matte; the floor a scuffed plane of white that still had a reflective sheen with sparse, red lines marking zones in the fashion of a playing court for sports.
Charity stood motionless near the center of the room where the "x" lay marked on the floor, head bowed just slightly as she awaited the arrival of her partner. Her brown cloak caressed the floor, hiding the remainder of her traditional robes underneath. It had been a while since she had truly practiced at the art of dueling. And while she was not typically inclined to combative behavior, it was a necessity to her status and perfecting her form would make her feel more at ease in more unruly environments. It was the Jedi way, and she did not resist that fact. If she did not believe in fighting, then she would have left the Order long ago.
Time to loosen up a little and clash some sabers. Remote droids can only take you so far.