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Bakura, 9:00am Local Time
He had spent a lot of time on Bakura lately doing classes and the planet was slowly growing on Dartel. He had one more class to teach, and compared to the others, this one was fairly simple; the Ataru form of lightsaber combat. Again, Dartel was in the training hangar (Link) that had become his home on the planet. Dartel stood in the very basic Ataru stance in front of the friendly droids that have become good training dummies. With his lightsaber turned down to the training setting, Dartel knew that he wouldn’t destroy the droids like the form would actually be used for when in real combat; it was for the best as he didn’t want to constantly rebuild the droids during the class.
“Authorize: Lethal level force, deactivate when systems read a fatal strike only.”
The eyes of the droids blinked to life with a menacing red glow as they lurched forwards in a sinister sprint. The leading droid leapt through the air, flipped and fell with a two-handed overhead strike. Dartel spun cleanly out of the way before striking out and piercing through the droid, which crumpled under the momentum from the landing.
The second was in front of Dartel before he could get out of the way to avoid it completely. Its arm lashed out like a feral cat, Dartel flicked his lightsaber through the striking limb; the limb going limp to resemble a now missing limb. It was easy for Dartel to read the next attack and slashed his saber up through both the droid’s torso and the elbow joint of its other arm; disabling it.
Dartel wheeled to see the last droid attempting a sweep. Without thinking, Dartel leaped up over the droid while flipping. While in mid-flip, Dartel passed the blade through the center of the droids head. Dartel landed and as a force of habit, spun one last time and passed the lightsaber through the droids neck, dismembering the would be enemy. Dartel finished his spin and was now facing the lobby area of the training hangar; his lightsaber now extinguished and already finding its way to his belt.
He hadn’t noticed when his students arrived, but they were all there. He bowed to them with a signature warm smile and poured forward his force presence so his students could relax as always.
“Alright, so what are the three basic needs of a great Ataru user?”
He had spent a lot of time on Bakura lately doing classes and the planet was slowly growing on Dartel. He had one more class to teach, and compared to the others, this one was fairly simple; the Ataru form of lightsaber combat. Again, Dartel was in the training hangar (Link) that had become his home on the planet. Dartel stood in the very basic Ataru stance in front of the friendly droids that have become good training dummies. With his lightsaber turned down to the training setting, Dartel knew that he wouldn’t destroy the droids like the form would actually be used for when in real combat; it was for the best as he didn’t want to constantly rebuild the droids during the class.
“Authorize: Lethal level force, deactivate when systems read a fatal strike only.”
The eyes of the droids blinked to life with a menacing red glow as they lurched forwards in a sinister sprint. The leading droid leapt through the air, flipped and fell with a two-handed overhead strike. Dartel spun cleanly out of the way before striking out and piercing through the droid, which crumpled under the momentum from the landing.
The second was in front of Dartel before he could get out of the way to avoid it completely. Its arm lashed out like a feral cat, Dartel flicked his lightsaber through the striking limb; the limb going limp to resemble a now missing limb. It was easy for Dartel to read the next attack and slashed his saber up through both the droid’s torso and the elbow joint of its other arm; disabling it.
Dartel wheeled to see the last droid attempting a sweep. Without thinking, Dartel leaped up over the droid while flipping. While in mid-flip, Dartel passed the blade through the center of the droids head. Dartel landed and as a force of habit, spun one last time and passed the lightsaber through the droids neck, dismembering the would be enemy. Dartel finished his spin and was now facing the lobby area of the training hangar; his lightsaber now extinguished and already finding its way to his belt.
He hadn’t noticed when his students arrived, but they were all there. He bowed to them with a signature warm smile and poured forward his force presence so his students could relax as always.
“Alright, so what are the three basic needs of a great Ataru user?”