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

[Connel Vanagor]

THE SPACE BETWEEN STRIKES
Naboo
Jedi Temple

Companions/Droids Every Day Gear Locations

• COMPANIONS / DROIDS
  
  • Wife (eventually) (\"Lira Voss[Vanagor]\")
  • Gallinorese Mountain Aak Dog (\"Buster\")
  • BB4-80 (\"Brad\")
  • B5-55
  [Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
• 
  Rides
  
  • "Enterprise" Station Ship
  • "Jedi Defender" Corvette
  • X-wing
  • Speeder
  • Speederbike
  • Iron Psalm
  Gear
  
  • When in Regular Robes/Gear
    • Lightsaber
    • 5 Throwing Lightknives
  • Headset Microphone Comm-Link
  SURGICAL - CRYBERNETIC IMPLANTS
  
  • Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
  • Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
  • Muscle enhancements.
  • Hemo enhancements for blood flow
  • Hawkeye implants for eyes
  • Advanced Medical Implant
  • Scentzy
  • Injected Nanotech upgrades
  
  
  
• Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise

He sat quietly in the middle of the open air atrium. It was a beautiful, clear day above, but he sat quietly, meditating.

Or trying to… I suck at this…

For him, it felt like holding hot water in his hands.

Training droids stood dormant along the perimeter, draped in neutral coverings like statues waiting to remember they were weapons. Anyone who had known Caltin Vanagor would recognize the touch immediately. Practical. Ready. No wasted space, no wasted purpose. A legacy, quiet but present. Along the far edge, low tables held simple refreshments. Fresh-cut fruit, pitchers of juice, water set within easy reach. Not indulgent. Intentional. Fuel, not comfort.

You’re going to work… and I’m not going to let you burn out doing it.

Mats were laid in clean rows across the stone floor. Not for sparring. Not yet.

For listening, choosing, this mattered more.



They were starting to file in. Footsteps that were soft at first then there were more. The atrium began to fill ever so slowly, some wondering if they were in the right room. After all, the freak who looked like he wanted to punch everyone was sitting up front. Some were excited, some were scared.
He didn’t look up right away, just sat there listening. He didn’t get up to meet them, didn’t need to. He could already tell which ones would swing first. He could also tell which ones would hesitate. Some of them were here for the wrong reasons, he knew already.

Yeah… this is going to be interesting.

Only then did he open his eyes.

Slowly.

If you are here to learn how to win a fight, you are in the wrong room.

TAGS • TAGS
[Text in Brackets is spoken on Comm-link] ~Like this is through the Force~​

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

novac sat towards the back. coiled into a little pile, sitting on himself. a hk-87 droid stood motionless behind him with a electro-staff. he had brought this droid since it was his own and could be used instead of the training droids here. besides, it might learn something to. probably not since it was a old assassin droid novac reprogramed, it already knew plenty. novac knew there where always more to learn when it cam to self defense. with his body shapee he also knew there where more ways to defend himself. his length and height where sort of problems when it came to self defense, lost more to defend. smaller opponents aswell proved a annoyance. he was happy to be here and learn more, whatever it is he will learn.