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Draven Dursden

The Toy Knight
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He sat in the cockpit of his little ship, silent. Outside his Dudes walked about the hangar, moving about lazily, and their conversation was rather...grim. Captain George relayed what the council had said about their...rash actions. This only caused outcries from The Dudes, complaints which all echoed the same sentiments, they were meant for war, why were they being chewed out for doing what they were best at? These comments amongst The Dudes did not help Draven's already...conflicted mood. The fresh knight took deep breath after deep breath, trying to calm his temper which was ramping up inside him, growing worse and worse with each passing moment. His long, slow breaths became more and more choppy, and his handsome features creased themselves into a hard expression. He was gently running his fingers up and down the smooth leather arm rest of the chair in the fighter, and in a snap of emotion, slammed it down with a muffled thug, he slammed it over and over again, his screaming muted by the glass above him. If his dudes had seen him in such a sorry state, they may have turned on him right there. Moral was at a all time low, and Draven was in a position of weakness.
Tears streamed down his face as he continued to kick and scream in the cock pit like a small child. That is exactly what he felt like. A small child. Like he had no power again, like once again he was being thrown away into the hole, and left to rot. Eventually he came to his senses though. The man wiped his face, and took one or two steadying breaths, letting the flushed pallor fade from his face as he prepared to face his men.
The lid of the fighter popped open, and Draven climbed out over the edge of it, his boots thudding as he landed on the ground heavily, not with the usual grace which was thought of when one thought of a Jedi. The Dudes immediately snapped to attention, forming a neat, and orderly platoon formation in front of him, at the front, Captain George. The man's features were brutish, almost ape like, and his large block of a chin stuck out defiantly. These were not his friends, as Draven had to constantly remind himself. These were men which he had gathered from the slums of the universe, and whipped into one of the most deadly shock trooper fighting forces out there. They were hungry wolves, and right now, he was a bleeding steak. They'd rip him apart if they sensed weakness.
"Yes, we took a hit boys. Yes we were chewed out by the council. But what can I say? Some Jedi are... soft. They have forgotten what it means to be strong, something which we will remind them of. We will remind them of the proper way to dispense justice. But if I hear anymore of these treasonous utterings in our ranks, whoever is speaking will loose their tongue."
Captain George said nothing, but he didn't have to, his hard expression retained its respect. As long as George was with him, a mutiny would not be feasible. Draven may have been the commander, but George was the leader. He was one of them, which they all looked up to, and he supported Draven. The young knight roared,​
"Now you are dismissed! The lot of you."
The troopers then set off, shuffling out of the bay area, and leaving Draven to his own devices. The knight resorted to the best way he knew to relieve stress, and cope with the strenuous situation he was in, and began to set up training drones. After he clicked the little floating orbs on, and the machines swirled around his head, like a swarm of annoying, and insensitive flies, Draven drew both sabers. He slid the switches along them, and slowly the handles began to form together, clicking and whirring, before finally coming together after a minute or two, to create a much longer, more stable saber. The knight ignited it, and its magnificent blue glow burst forth as the saber shone bright, its form almost too bright to look upon, burning hotter than most any other lightsaber, and unstable power emanating off it.
 
Taiia's Shadow
Roleplay Judge
Training was finished for the XO of the Onyx squadron. It had been strenuous, and it seemed like the commander had something on her mind. Allyson avoided those kinds of conversations now till she got to know the commander a bit better. At times, Allyson wondered if she put more a strain the poor girl than promote help. Her service record preceded her, which gave everyone in the squad some sort of predetermined thought of her. It was a frustrating situation because Allyson felt she was unable to make a mistake.

Having an odd craving for a bag of potato chips, Allyson stopped by a vending machine and examined the contents. Looking both ways and over her shoulder, she noticed no one else was here for the most part. A hand found its way over the credit slot and soon the machine made an odd glow and a bag of chips fell from the coiled holder. Grinning, Allyson knelt and reached into the machine to get her prize. Sometimes, Mechu-Deru was an amazing skill. Opening the bag, she began to eat the salted potato crisps and continue down the hallway towards the bay.

Examining ships and feeling them through the force had an odd calming sensation for the Corellian. The machines have been her whole life and when she was stressed or concerned about something, sharing her concerns with the ships through the Force made her feel at ease. Ships were great listeners…for the most part. As she moved closer to the hanger, flashes of light shined through some of the galley opening. A curious thing since she figured she would be alone at this time. Wandering forward, she looked through one of the windows and noticed a Jedi.

It didn’t take an empath to know that by his movements he seemed to be bothered by something. Still, it was fascinating watching how the Jedi fight. She had only seen a few Jedi fights, namely Jyoti Nooran. They were skilled fighters something that Allyson wondered if she could ever get to that point of discipline. She made a mental note to pester some of the Jedi to teach her how to use a lightsaber. Moving closer, she now stood in an open doorway only a few paces away from the Knight. His elongated blade was mesmerizing, and she sat and watched eating her chips. Allyson said nothing deciding to continue to watch.

She’d wait till she was noticed – Ally usually got annoyed when someone interrupted her training sessions, so she would give the Jedi the same respect.

[member="Draven Dursden"]
 

Draven Dursden

The Toy Knight
Writer
The blade hissed as it passed cleanly through the first of the spinning orbs which rotated at their max setting around Draven. The knight had stripped off his sweat soaked shirt, and in the pale blue light, his muscular, and short frame gleamed with sweat, body aching for a cease fire as he pushed it harder and harder. Draven felt it inside him, spinning and clawing up, like an uncontrollable machines engine about to over heat. His rage. His face was drawn into an incredibly focused expression, as he whirled, the one massive blade seeming like two while he twirled it like a baton, tossing it into the air, and leaning as far as he could backwards, watching a orb pass over his face only inches from his nose. The pulsing blade began to fall, and it was abruptly pulled into the Knight's hand using the force, then the relentless barrage resumed. The training droids exploded at high speeds, each explosion splitting off and creating two more smaller drones, until he had fifteen baseball sized drones swarming around him relentlessly.​
Draven's blade passed two through of the drones at once in one broad swing, he then leapt, doing a small backflip, and landing on unsteady feet, stumbling for a moment, before twirling savagely, lashing out in a quick strike, riding off the momentum of his snapping around. The short Jedi's arm lashed out, and sparks flew as he downed two more drones. Panting, Draven tried to ignore the niggling voice in his head. It had been there more and more often as of late. It was a whispering, literally a voice niggling at him when he was in a state of heightened anger. He first noticed it when he had been charging through the slaver camp, it had whispered to him, "Flesh is just dust. To dust they will return, what is a little sooner?" It made the knight shiver. The voice had spoken to him in his dreams as well, always just him standing alone, in complete darkness, looking out into the endless night, and listening as it drooled its vile words and thoughts into his mind.​
By now it looked as if Draven had taken a shower in his own sweat, the cold drops rolling down his muscled shoulders and chest, while he continued to whirl and slash, ducking, leaping, and rolling, droids exploding in small sprays of sparks, each and every movement seemed to spell death for his would be enemies. Draven had a overly aggressive style, no room for defense. He created a void around him, by simply cutting down anything that got close, but once or twice a drone snuck through his barrier, and slammed home in his ribs. When there were only five left, a drone slipped through once again, and slammed into his ribs harder than the others had before, sending the knight flying backwards.​
Draven was up in a flash, roaring with anger, "ENOUGH!" And lashing out with the force, the drones all at once were forced to the ground, and slowly, crushed. The five drones simultaneously exploded underneath the weight of the force which Draven had been exerting upon them. The knight had been so focused on his training, he hadn't even noticed his observer.​
[member="Allyson Locke"]​
 
Taiia's Shadow
Roleplay Judge
Allyson watched with her eyes wide open. The intensity the Jedi had for fighting the droids interesting and worry some. She had heard through other sources that she was close to that that something had happened during some mission in a far-off place. She wondered if this was the one that had the meeting today. Stuff traveled fast, but Allyson didn’t bother asking too many questions anymore. She would find things out when it was time for her to find things out.

Poor guy seemed to have hurt himself in a few places. Remembering that there were several first aid kids around the area that had bacta, Allyson walked a few steps down the hallway and grabbed a few packs for him. It seemed everything had settled down and the raw display of power from the Force relaxed, Ally wandered into the area and had a smile on her face.

What he had done was impressive and powerful. She wondered if all Jedi had this potential, she was also force sensitive, but her mastery was with technology and a skill that most of the other masters had turned their cheek to with her being around. A power predominates with the Dark Side, but still had uses in the light, Mechu-Deru.

“Hello~” She spoked sweetly to him, the last thing she wanted was to get tossed or crushed like the training drones. “That was impressive there, I have some bacta if you wanted to take care of anything that stung a bit” Drawing closer, she gave him a relaxed salute and continued to smile. “Lt. Commander Allyson Locke, you are?”

[member="Draven Dursden"]
 

Draven Dursden

The Toy Knight
Writer
Hunching his shoulders, the knight looked over his shoulder at the sound of the sweet voice, it was one he might have recalled hearing at some point, but he did not recognize. Once she had so politely stated her rank, he gave her a lazy salute back, extinguishing his saber, and clipping the large hilt into its holder, which was just atop his belt in the back. Draven's eyes scanned over her, as if he were x-raying her almost, while her formulated a response. Eventually, he forced a smile, "Draven. Draven Dursden." Dropping the salute, he asked, "Ah, how long where you watching?"
The shirtless man stood shorter than the woman, so he had to look up slightly when saluting, his ripped physique glistening with sweat in the flickering blue light of the bay area as he nodded, "I'll take you up on that offer." He tried to sound happy, or at least neutral in his tone, he had a tendency of thinking way too deep when he trained, and this was one of those moments. It would take Draven a minute to relearn how the real world functioned.​
Walking over towards the bench where his shirt lay, the knight put it on, it was baggy enough to hang a little low, allowing his pronounced, and well formed collar bone to show, and he pushed back his hair, which had fallen into his face in a mess. Then casting a eye over the destroyed droid bits, he held out his hand, flexing it, and using the force pulled the scraps into a small pile off to the side, so they wouldn't get in her, or his way.​
[member="Allyson Locke"]​
 
Taiia's Shadow
Roleplay Judge
She handed him the bacta and then placed her hands behind her back. She watched as he cleaned himself up along with the scrap metal. Eyes fell on the broken drones and she sighed, they weren’t too expensive, but to destroy them meant that someone needed to repair them or buy new ones. Either way, she figured she could do something about them. Though before she could offer her services, the Knight asked her a question.

“Oh. Not too long. I just finished up some simulations with the squadron and decided to come down here and hide for a bit. I was supposed to meet up with someone, but seems her schedule filled up with work related things.” Allyson winked and chuckled. “Reminds me I need to make a note of it to make her make it up to me.” It took Allyson a moment to realize that the Jedi was shorter than her, the way he moved and carried himself she assumed he was going to be much larger.

Goes to show size didn’t matter.

“You’re pretty intense, never seen a Jedi fight like that before.” Tilting her head, she wondered if the way he was acting was because she disturbed him or something else was on his mind while he was training. “The drones, I can fix them if you want. They seem pretty trashed, you did quite the number on em.” Allyson did her best to keep her smile, “Don’t Jedi usually train in the temple?” It was question that was nagging at her. It was rare to see them out in the open like this, especially in a place like this.

[member="Draven Dursden"]
 

Draven Dursden

The Toy Knight
Writer
Held the Bacta in his hands as he listened to her story. It seemed to check out, the knight also caught her glance at the ruined droids, but said nothing. He sat down on the bench and shrugged when she commented on his style, "I utilize Juyo and Vaapad in my fighting. But the martial bits, kicks punches and knees, those are my own." He then nodded, upon hearing her ask about the temple and explained, "Well I just felt like getting in some extra training. Never hurts to be in peak condition." The knight didn't feel like having to explain all the sappy and crushing emotions swirling in his head. He considered them weak, so instead, the knight drove them deep down.​
Tapping the mug, but not drinking any he, watched her movements, she seemed strange. Draven could only wonder what she wanted with him, whether it was good conversation, or just to investigate all the noise. He smirked and asked, "So the one you were waiting for, a lover? Or..." The knight wanted desperately to change the subject from himself. He did not want to explain anything that was going on in his mind, to anyone. Especially not some stranger he just met. The Knight needed silence.​
[member="Allyson Locke"]​
 
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