Faction THR - The Space between Strikes - Self Defense Class (Open to Jedi and Military)

[Michael Angellus]

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EPISODE – Entry #3 (Really? Are you really thinking “Revenge of the Sith”?)
Location: – Naboo Temple
Assigned Craft: My X-wing
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Sore
Background Noise: I can’t hear anything over the spherical Diva.

Oh great, he’s doing his “talk” again… Michael knew that look. Something about it was like Connel was trying to tie everything together, like this was some ridiculous plan or something. Then the new girl… Ivy… she… she was planning something, and whispered to him. You want to take him on????

CUTTO SCENE - The middle of the Training room, later in the day, empty, Michael and BRED are standing together. Michael still having an icepack against his jaw, freaking out. Wooo-beep

It’s this planet! This Temple! It’s trying to kill us!
Wooooop
She wanted to try to take Connel down! The man’s nuts!

Michael flourished his lightsaber once or twice. SO ready to turn those toasters into scrap, but when Ivy started to move, he just watched. Dumbfounded. Wait what?

Michael’s arms just dropped to his side and he watched as Ivy moved almost masterfully in between the aggressor droids. Mouth agape and speechless.

CUTTO SCENE - The middle of the Training room, later in the day, empty, Michael and BRED are standing together. Michael STILL having an icepack against his jaw). Is this how people see me when I fly? I should ask @Nash Tavros or @Devin Virell

Wooo-beep

Oh Shut up!

Wooooop
[
COLOR=rgb(97, 189, 109)]I DO NOT![/COLOR]

Weep-Boop

Please go easy on me… A joking reference to her comment earlier, and another playful wince. ... but first… THIS IS FOR THAT PUNCH IN THE FACE!

CUTTO SCENE - The middle of the Training room, later in the day, empty, Michael and BRED are standing together. Michael STILL having an icepack, but now it was against his right hand, he was wincing in pain. Wooo-beep

I didn’t think*

Wooooop

Shut up! I was mad!

Weep-Boop

I know!

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CUTTO SCENE - This is where he is speaking in a different setting, as if recapping what he had just seen on a holovid
Wooo-beep

 

[Ivy Maro]

Ivy’s brief moment of victorious calm lasted exactly long enough for her to become suspicious of it.

Because peace, as it turned out, was always followed by Michael Angellus doing something profoundly stupid to ruin it.

For a half-second, Ivy’s brain refused to accept what her eyes were reporting as she turned around—just in time to see Michael draw back and sucker punch one of the droids Ivy had just "fixed". Not because she thought it would hurt the droid. It obviously wouldn’t; they were reinforced training units. It was because it was so aggressively pointless that it looped back around into being impressive.

Somewhere in her head, Noriko Ike ’s earlier attempt to solve a similar problem via headbutt flashed like a warning beacon from the universe itself. And yet Michael, apparently operating on the revolutionary theory that being a dude granted some bonus damage, had decided to repeat it—with his fist.

The droid rocked slightly, recalibrating optics flickering as it processed the insult. Its head turned slowly toward Michael, targeting systems locking in with renewed focus.

“Wait! What’re you doing?!” Ivy rushed forward, sliding herself between Michael and the re-primed droid before its raised arm could finish the cycle. “I just stopped our kids from fighting and now you wanna make ‘em angry again?!” Ivy raged at Michael with exaggerated disbelief.

The droids hesitated. Not because they were intimidated. But because Ivy was yelling at Michael like he was the problem in a domestic dispute and, for a moment, their threat-assessment routines genuinely stalled trying to re-classify the situation.

Ivy immediately seized on the confusion like it was a tactical advantage. “Don’t you start!” She snapped, shooting her pointer finger without even looking, at one of the droids, who paused and tilted its head slightly.

Her tone then cracked into something half exasperated, half laughing at the bruise blooming across Michael's hand. “Why would you—why did you do that?”

From somewhere behind them, Connel Vanagor ’s presence felt like silent judgment incarnate. Probably folding his arms. Probably disappointed in all of them.

Ivy's shoulders shook once as she tried to keep it together, shaking her head at Michael. “That’s it—no more playtime!” She announced. “You, sir, are going to the med bay. Right now.”

With that, she hooked her arm through Michael’s, already steering him toward the exit before he could argue—or before Professor Vanagor could decide to add another philosophical lecture to the pile of bad decisions. "Now where's the med bay?" Ivy's voice could be heard demanding Michael, outside the threshold.
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