Xai Fell
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Jun 1, 2019
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When one was selected to be one of four participants in a reality show that will be watched by several thousand people, it tends to generate some stress. This goes double when the show in question involves going on a date with the leader of the entire empire, a man that was perfectly capable of killing you without so much as the twitch of a finger and making sure your corpse is never found, if not completely wiped from the fabric of reality itself. As such, Xai felt the need for a little de-stressing and she had a few extra hours before she had to squeeze into a dress one size too small for her to look good for the cameras.
The Purple Rose had a dedicated sparring room on the first floor, a recent addition given the recent influx of Sith going to and fro. They had a compliment of training sabers, as well as wooden facsimiles and training droids for a variety of functions. One of the said droids was current on the offensive, launching barrages of strikes at the tense Acolyte with seemingly no end. Despite having started the program, Xai felt it was a little bit one-sided considering droids couldn't really get tired on account of, oh I don't know, being machines???
On the opposite end of the spectrum, wounds tended not to heal if you were made of inorganic materials, so she took satisfaction in leaning back, letting the droid's hook sail harmlessly through the air, and then shooting forward and grabbing the arm, bringing a Force-enhanced foot down on its knee joint and turning the thing to a tangled mass of dented steel and strained wires. The thing fell to the floor, and she was all too happy to deliver the Coup de Grace via a well-placed boot to the neck joint, separating the limb from the rest of its damn body. In hindsight, probably not a good idea since she'd end up having to pay for a replacement.
She let out a heavy breath, sinking to a tired crouch and removing her gloves before wiping the sweat from her forehead, the liquid happily blending with the black bandages round her hands. Maybe she'd get lucky and someone else would come in, she found a live opponent usually had more bite to them than droids...
The Purple Rose had a dedicated sparring room on the first floor, a recent addition given the recent influx of Sith going to and fro. They had a compliment of training sabers, as well as wooden facsimiles and training droids for a variety of functions. One of the said droids was current on the offensive, launching barrages of strikes at the tense Acolyte with seemingly no end. Despite having started the program, Xai felt it was a little bit one-sided considering droids couldn't really get tired on account of, oh I don't know, being machines???
On the opposite end of the spectrum, wounds tended not to heal if you were made of inorganic materials, so she took satisfaction in leaning back, letting the droid's hook sail harmlessly through the air, and then shooting forward and grabbing the arm, bringing a Force-enhanced foot down on its knee joint and turning the thing to a tangled mass of dented steel and strained wires. The thing fell to the floor, and she was all too happy to deliver the Coup de Grace via a well-placed boot to the neck joint, separating the limb from the rest of its damn body. In hindsight, probably not a good idea since she'd end up having to pay for a replacement.
She let out a heavy breath, sinking to a tired crouch and removing her gloves before wiping the sweat from her forehead, the liquid happily blending with the black bandages round her hands. Maybe she'd get lucky and someone else would come in, she found a live opponent usually had more bite to them than droids...
@Sabrina