Cyran Vaas
Dream On!
“... And that my friend is why training in unarmed combat is so important.” Cyran finally concluded over a decently long winded explanation and lesson on the merits of learning martials arts and not being too reliant on blasters or other such weapons.
However, once my Cyran felt as though he was boring his new apprentice. It had been a few days not since he’d picked him up off of Nar Shaddaa and since then has dragged along Takumi across several planets to make sure that all the legal nonsense was taken care of and turning him into a full fledged bounty hunter, at least on paper. Now like he promised, some of the real fun can actually begin.
The two of them were on board his second and much larger ship. An old Baleen-Class heavy Freighter, named The Pinky Express. It too has a vibrant pink exterior like his YT-2400. They were situated in the large forward cargo hold where he kept his smaller ship with plenty of room to spare for other such things. The two of them stood on a large training mat, something you’d find in a gym. Off to the side was a large closed container that had some equipment
Cyran himself was wearing some simple track pants and a tank-top over his torso. He couldn’t help but pull a comparison in his mind to when he started training under his wife on how to be a better fighter and mandalorian. Now here he was with skills to offer. Felt kinda unreal to the zeltron.
“Well now Tic Tak, why don’t you show me what you got? Just have at me.” Cyran as he got ready in a more defensive stance wondered if he needed to provide some motivation. “See if you can follow up your claim at the bar on how much of a hard worker you are and how dedicated you are to becoming a bounty hunter. Or do I need to insult you again?” He added with a smirk.