Keira Priest
The Iron
Echoy'la
Keira wasn't sure if this was a good or a bad idea, but she knew it was an idea, if anything. When it came to training her plate was already more than full with four students, but she had taken on an entirely different responsibility with being put in direct command of the Mandalorian Knights, the entirety of the Force sensitive population of the Mandalorian Empire in a single unit. With her position as Lord Commander came the realization that she would sometimes have to see to the training of the apprentices and learners herself. And she wasn't quite sure how to feel about that just yet. Never had she considered herself any kind of suitable teacher, but the Mand'alor did. Now was the time to live up to expectations.The locale had been simple enough to determine. There was enough open space on Echoy'la that it was fairly easy to find a patch of land wide open and empty enough to serve its purposes while allowing enough space that they wouldn't disturb the rest of the Empire. Not that she really expected things to take an entirely too explosive turn. This was just training, after all, and with a learner she had only heard of in name. [member="Freyia Whitelight-Carrick"] was an individual who held familiarity with her in nothing more than her surname. She had fought alongside the Carrick boy not long ago. She assumed this to be the sister. If she was anything like her brother, this would be interesting indeed.
Of course, she hadn't gone about things entirely alone. No, she had enlisted the help of another, one [member="Alkor Centaris"]. For better or worse he reminded her of herself, and perhaps that was why she had extended the offer for him to provide assistance if he so chose. Besides, to the best of her knowledge he was the only other sensitive on equal footing with her that had proven themselves to fight willingly for their cause. Besides, Isley had adopted him into House Verd. He was more or less family, at this point. And he would be able to provide his own insight, she knew. And so now two of the most volatile Dark Jedi within the Mandalorian Empire were in the same place at the same time, helping mold an impressionable, young mind no less.
It had taken a handful of minutes for her to mull over exactly what was appropriate for her to bring along. When it came to her apprentices she oftentimes had with her the entirety of her weaponry that wasn't otherwise attached to her armor, wanting to prepare them for any eventuality. Given that this one was Mandalorian, she supposed the same was appropriate. Hers was the division tasked with bringing down Force sensitives, after all. And so she had come armed with her combat knife, the CW-77, her blaster pistol and, of course, her lightsaber. Despite being armed to the teeth she was clad in her street clothes, ensemble complete with the black leather jacket she almost always wore outside of combat. Now was the waiting.