Corey's OOC
And where were the spiders
Marek had a good number of contacts for a variety of reasons in the galaxy. Did he want a night out with a wingman and to steal the galaxy blind on a business scale? He called Irani. Did he need droids and his lawn taken care of in the same go? Ardik. Did he want to drool over a hot piece of ass? Santhe. Did he need the best in cutting edge technology? Ventus. Did he want to stare at a Trade Queen who could probably buy him? Arceneau.
The one thing he hadn’t really done was work on himself. On his physical prowess. He had weapons training, blasters, pistols, rifles, that was from his father. Same with flying ships. And telekinetics and some Force training from Master Verd. But saber combat? He never really approached that.
But when it came to saber combat, one name stuck out. [member="Jacen Cavill"]. Marek had spent some time considering getting his ass handed to him, but in the end, did send the Sith a message over SpyNet channels. A simple ‘looking to train. Meet me at the Obsidian Citadel on Roon.’ Because, well, they had the practice rooms, and the outside dueling area.
He’d need that if he was going to do anything here. Alter weather was the power he stuck to when he wasn’t throwing discblades like a Zeison Sha. Still, after sending the message, he made it to the training room, in appropriate Star Wars MMA practice style clothing, orange lightsaber on his hip, and his gunbelt, with his Kala revolver and discblade off to the side. Probably wouldn’t need it, but never come unprepared. Stretched and ready to go, his body was ready.
Mostly.
The one thing he hadn’t really done was work on himself. On his physical prowess. He had weapons training, blasters, pistols, rifles, that was from his father. Same with flying ships. And telekinetics and some Force training from Master Verd. But saber combat? He never really approached that.
But when it came to saber combat, one name stuck out. [member="Jacen Cavill"]. Marek had spent some time considering getting his ass handed to him, but in the end, did send the Sith a message over SpyNet channels. A simple ‘looking to train. Meet me at the Obsidian Citadel on Roon.’ Because, well, they had the practice rooms, and the outside dueling area.
He’d need that if he was going to do anything here. Alter weather was the power he stuck to when he wasn’t throwing discblades like a Zeison Sha. Still, after sending the message, he made it to the training room, in appropriate Star Wars MMA practice style clothing, orange lightsaber on his hip, and his gunbelt, with his Kala revolver and discblade off to the side. Probably wouldn’t need it, but never come unprepared. Stretched and ready to go, his body was ready.
Mostly.