Dance of Death

[Wit]

When he was young his parents had made him take dancing classes. Not the silly thrashing about that youth around the Galaxy called dancing, this was ceremonial, a sign of social standing, elegant, fluid, and exceedingly boring to learn. But he had learned it, and some of the things he had learnt back then had helped him when he began his training with the Sith. He had come to realize that lightsaber combat was not unlike a dance, the most deadly dance one could ever participate in, but a dance nonetheless. It was that dance that he was here to train two acolytes in.

Standing at the far end of the training, he waited patiently for his two new pupils to arrive. A fully functional and state of the art training chamber, there were a set of lockers standing against the side wall and the center of the chamber was completely empty, obviously meant to be used for a sparring. There were small blocks and spheres littered around the central area, training props for those interested in using them.

 

[Bubák]

Ever since he had killed the Jedi Knight, Avreet wondered if it was his skill what brough him victory, or a mere luck. After the missions on Shili, he finally realized it was the latter. All of his skills except Force cloak had proven to be utterly useless against the insane Jedi Master who wanted to redeem him by torturing him and then making him fight his friend. Although the old fart had gotten what he deserved, thanks to Grima's intervention, Avreet couldn't help but think he needed to get better at lightsaber dueling. Truly, the Mon Calamari Acolyte relied on stealth too much, he needed to be ready for a situation when facing someone face to face.

That made him look for someone to train him in lightsaber combat and point out his mistakes. While he would have loved to learn from his Master, the Togruta didn't focus on lightsaber combat and thus couldn't help him as much as the boy would have liked. The teenager had to find someone who wouldn't cut him into pieces, so he looked at the list of the STARS members. Right above the Sith Master's name, he found another Ubistvo. Crusader Acheron. The man seemed like a good choice, considering Avreet also served in STARS, carrying the rank of Iluzija. Not very long after, a class of lightsaber combat has been announced.

Entering the training chamber, Avry noticed how plain and yet so modern it looked. Before his big orange eyes investigated the room in detail and found the teacher, the boy took off his black cloak and hung it on a peg. With nothing more distracting him, he swiveled his cybernetic eye to the far end of the room, noticing the figure. The Acolyte paced towards the figure, then stood in front of the man that was going to teach him and possibly someone else. The teenager placed his right arm on his chest, so his right palm touched the left shoulder and bowed, "Crusader Acheron, Acolyte Zatarus reporting." After his arm returned to it's casual hanging next to his body, the Mon Calamari silently stared at the man.

 

[JMocks]

A cloaked shadow made its way down a cold, dark corridor. You could hear the boots meet the floor it was so quite. He was quickly approaching his destination. As he got closer, he could feel someone in the room was strong within the Force. No doubt it was his instructor. When he got to the door, he could feel another Force user. But this someone wasn't as noticeable. Upon entrance to the training chamber, he saw two figures - one on the far side and one closer to himself. He approached the other trainee, putting a five foot gap or so between them before coming to a stop.

"Crusader Acheron, Acolyte Kato Vanguard, reporting for training, Sir."

Kato lowered the hood of his cloak, revealing his face. He stood at attention, ready for instructions. He couldn't help but think what was going to happen next. He was ready to get into lightsaber training. It was his, favorite aspect. Yes being well tuned in the Force is great as well. However, he favored the lightsaber.

 

[Wit]

Acheron nodded to the two acolytes in turn, acknowledging their arrival and greetings. "Let us begin." Stepping up towards the center of the chamber he would gesture once towards the lockers lining the side of the room. The first locker would open to reveal a number of training sabers lining within, of various builds and designs. "Pick one that suits you, we don't want you cutting each other up by mistake just yet. If and when you do that it should be intentional."

He would give them time to go and pick up a weapon of their choice, only beginning to speak again once they had returned. "The two must have some knowledge about lightsaber combat, some basic training that you might have received so far, or things you might have read, or simply notions of what you think lightsaber combat must be like after seeing others participate in it. I want you to show me what you know. First lesson will be simple, you will face off against each other. Begin." He would back away from the central sparring area, both to be out of their way and to be able to better observe them.

 

[Bubák]

Another Acolyte showed up, a human with black hair and black eyes. Unlike Avreet, Acolyte Vanguard chose to keep his cloak on. Not the most practical thing in a class of lightsaber combat. Their teacher acknowledged them both with a nod and opened a locker with telekinesis, telling the students to pick a training lightsaber they felt comfortable with. The Mon Calamari walked to the locker and looked over the lightsabers, looking for some that would resemble his own lightsabers at least a little bit. One curved weapon caught his eye, so he picked it up and walked to the centre of the room to face the human Acolyte.

Once they both stood there, Avreet gave the human a small bow, considering this was just a training duel, and held the saber with his right hand, brought it vertically up to his face, and swung down in a Makashi sweep, performing a Makashi salute. Raising his whole arm, the teenager pointed at Kato with his lightsaber, his legs slightly apart to have better balance, awaiting his opponent's move.