Mira Starwind
Member
The large space of the hanger of the Ryuk was quiet, but not silent. The sounds of boots padded around, the whirring of ships arose, voices of the crew as they worked on their ships' maintenance. But one sound stood out from among the rest. The humming of a lightsaber. It was mostly constant, except for moments where it was swung and a louder hum would emit before returning to the quieter tone. The weapon in question was currently being used in a corner of the hanger, the wielder none other than a young girl.
Mira fought the air, a new determination driving her. Even though the lightsaber she held was not her own, but instead a borrow from her master [member="Romeo Sin"], the Echani treated it like her most valuable possession. Which, other than freedom, it was. Today, the apprentice was different. Gone was the fear and hesitation in her eyes. She had been living with Romeo for a year and a half now. The events of her long time as a Sith slave were in the past. She had to move forward. She had to get stronger. Some may say her determination came from her past, fighting like she was fighting the Sith. Fighting to forget her past. Fighting against all the people who wronged her and used her. But this was not true. At least not all of it. She wasn't fighting the Sith in her mind. She was fighting her master.
The young Mira could sense emotions and the energy of her master, and her training with Romeo, albeit little and rare, was paying off. She felt how much he was disappointed in her. How much he thought she wasn't strong enough. How much he thought she was a waste of time. She didn't want to be that. Not to him. Not to the man who saved her life. So she fought. Although her form was improper, her hands were steady and her eyes glowed red, although some may say that was due to the red glow of the blade.
She imagined her master in front of her, wielding a similar blade. The image struck at her side and she blocked. He stabbed and she parried. Sliced down from above and she rolled out of the way. Popping back up, she attacked. Slice, stab, swing, slice. It was a steady pattern, but at irregular intervals and locations to try to confuse her imaginary opponent.
Mira fought the air, a new determination driving her. Even though the lightsaber she held was not her own, but instead a borrow from her master [member="Romeo Sin"], the Echani treated it like her most valuable possession. Which, other than freedom, it was. Today, the apprentice was different. Gone was the fear and hesitation in her eyes. She had been living with Romeo for a year and a half now. The events of her long time as a Sith slave were in the past. She had to move forward. She had to get stronger. Some may say her determination came from her past, fighting like she was fighting the Sith. Fighting to forget her past. Fighting against all the people who wronged her and used her. But this was not true. At least not all of it. She wasn't fighting the Sith in her mind. She was fighting her master.
The young Mira could sense emotions and the energy of her master, and her training with Romeo, albeit little and rare, was paying off. She felt how much he was disappointed in her. How much he thought she wasn't strong enough. How much he thought she was a waste of time. She didn't want to be that. Not to him. Not to the man who saved her life. So she fought. Although her form was improper, her hands were steady and her eyes glowed red, although some may say that was due to the red glow of the blade.
She imagined her master in front of her, wielding a similar blade. The image struck at her side and she blocked. He stabbed and she parried. Sliced down from above and she rolled out of the way. Popping back up, she attacked. Slice, stab, swing, slice. It was a steady pattern, but at irregular intervals and locations to try to confuse her imaginary opponent.