Keira Priest
The Iron
There were good ideas and bad ideas, and then there were ideas like this. Training was, admittedly, something Keira had been seeking out since she managed to find herself yet again with too much time on her hands, but it was an endeavor she had been mostly unsuccessful with, until then. While she was anticipating her training, she also had a healthy amount of what could be called respect for the one that would be training her. None other than [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"], the towering Gen'Dai that she'd sparred with and ultimately lost to in the Red Ravens' Fight Club. It was he that caused her to lose her left arm, but along with that she had gained a curiosity into just what he was capable of.
And so she was currently on Endor, in the spaceport to be exact, awaiting his arrival. It wouldn't be hard to spot him through a crowd, but she'd been surprised at just what he was capable of before. This would perhaps be her chance to learn from one of the most skilled fighters she had ever encountered on the battlefield. The man knew what he was doing when it came to the art of battle, there was no denying that.
It came as a surprise to her that he'd even agreed to train her in the first place. After the brief words the two had exchanged both before, during and after their brawl in the arena, she hadn't imagined that their relationship would develop past anything but what was best classified as a rivalry, though it was more one-sided for her. Surprisingly enough he'd agreed to take her on, but she sensed that even he wasn't completely on board with the idea just yet. Their meeting on the planet would be an indicator of many things, one of them being just how well this relationship as master and student would progress, if indeed it did at all.
Clad simply in what was her own modification of the Jedi robes, which consisted of a darker, slightly less loose garb and nothing more to note, her hazel green eyes absently scanned the crowd for any indication of the Gen'Dai's presence. With her lightsaber at her waist and her wits gathered about her, through the Force and otherwise, she was ready. Or as ready as she would ever be for something like this.
And so she was currently on Endor, in the spaceport to be exact, awaiting his arrival. It wouldn't be hard to spot him through a crowd, but she'd been surprised at just what he was capable of before. This would perhaps be her chance to learn from one of the most skilled fighters she had ever encountered on the battlefield. The man knew what he was doing when it came to the art of battle, there was no denying that.
It came as a surprise to her that he'd even agreed to train her in the first place. After the brief words the two had exchanged both before, during and after their brawl in the arena, she hadn't imagined that their relationship would develop past anything but what was best classified as a rivalry, though it was more one-sided for her. Surprisingly enough he'd agreed to take her on, but she sensed that even he wasn't completely on board with the idea just yet. Their meeting on the planet would be an indicator of many things, one of them being just how well this relationship as master and student would progress, if indeed it did at all.
Clad simply in what was her own modification of the Jedi robes, which consisted of a darker, slightly less loose garb and nothing more to note, her hazel green eyes absently scanned the crowd for any indication of the Gen'Dai's presence. With her lightsaber at her waist and her wits gathered about her, through the Force and otherwise, she was ready. Or as ready as she would ever be for something like this.