Red light (Taska's Training)

[Samara]

Ando Prime was a cold and distopic planet, not the kind of place anyone would find "nice" unless they're used to live in an ice ball, or they were running away from the forces of law and it was the only choice available. Taska didn't belong to any of the before mentioned groups, so she didn't use to leave the temple to venture outside much, except when it was about going somewhere else with a cool temperature.

Or maybe she should just wear some more clothes...- Nah... -she said to herself, while she walked towards one of the training rooms within the facility. Taska was now a tall, well shaped Devaronian, with orange skin and deep blue eyes. At the time, she was wearing a tight black clothing whose function was granting a better movility, that also happened to suit her well.

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After his master's death she had advised that she needed a new one, however she was not impatient, at least not yet. For now all she wanted was to destroy some things to feel better, and there was no better place for doing so that in a practice room.

 

[Wing]

Alana was inside a training room on the ice ball world of Ando Prime. Lurking in a shadowy alcove of the room, Alana watched as an individual occupied the room. This must have been the one that Alana was instructed to train in the ways of dark. Alana had never trained another before, this would prove to be a mutual learning experience, though this meant Alana would give training to the best of her ability, being as this was her first, and no other similar experience to base it on.

The red shoulder length haired woman was dressed in all black leather tights, black leather boots, and a large black robe with the hood drawn over her head. On her belt which surrounded her hips was clipped a silver cylinder - her lightsaber. Alana quickly unclipped it, making the least amount of noise possible and held it close to her. She then crouched, still masqueraded by the shadows of the alcove. The Devaronian would not expect what the Dark Jedi crusader had planned for her.

Alana then leaped into the air, igniting her laser sword. The blade of purple light erupted from the hilt as Alana pulled it behind her, readying a smashing arc attack. 'On guard!'

 

[Samara]

Taska was not expecting that. Not in the relative safety of the Bogan base anyways. If not because of Alana's warning, and the sound of the purple lightsaber igniting, it would have ended in a different way. She was still carefree about the force and such, as his master never tought her about its ways to a full extention. However, she do was skilled with the lightsaber.

Faster than any rational thought, Taska turned to face his unexpected opponent as soon as she heard the voice, and before she could even see the blade or the incoming attack, her own red lightsaber was already ignited on her right hand. The two blades clashed in the air with a very unique sound, one stopping the other one from reaching its target. In the last moment, Taska used both hands to stop the attack, realising that a charged blow would have most likely broke past her defences, however, she removed it immediatly afterwards, as another blade may have been needed to defeat her opponent.

- Who are you!? -she demanded to know, alarmed and upset.

 

[Wing]

Alana then backed away, still gripping her lightsaber tightly in both hands. The room was now illuminated by red and purple beams of light. She released her left hand from the hilt of her lightsaber, and with a bolt of Force Lightning, short circuited half the lights in the room, now causing the room to be dimly lit by the room's lighting. 'Your reflexes impress me, but are still novice. What do you think this is, a dance?'

Alana then leaped at her again, clenching both hands on the hilt of her lightsaber, and bringing the blade backwards behind her, preparing to bring it down on the young acolyte. 'Who am I? Is that what you will ask someone who is trying to kill you?' This one had much to learn in the ways of the Bogan, and Alana would see that her training was perfect and just. She did not want to anger those in higher positions than her, and wanted to churn out the best warriors for the dark order.

 

[Samara]

The force lighting that reached half of the lights causing them to malfunction settled her on track of who her aggressor could be, piling up with the other information she already had. With a pissed expression, Taska increased the size of her lightsaber, reaching twice its length and used it to keep her opponent at bay, blocking her attack and making it harder for her to get close enough to land a hit.

- You were not trying to kill me -she stated, swinging her lightsaber in a parry- Or else we wouldn't be having this conversation... -added, well aware about the warning and the sound of the lightsaber- And if you were, you are a disgrace for the order. -her movements were simple, direct and strong, but she was holding back.- This is not a training lightsaber -she said then, almost with a scolding tone- You might die if this goes on -Taska warned. She didn't like to kill fellow comrades, and did so even less during a training session, if it was what she was thinking it was. It was a waste of a member, and their numbers were already short.

 

[Wing]

Alana began to laugh obnoxiously. 'You are quite comedic. You kill me? Do you know how many Jedi that I have killed? How many lives I have destroyed?' Alana pressed the red button on her lightsaber hilt and disengaged her lightsaber. 'Put that down, that is not a toy. What is your name?'

 

[Samara]

The graves of the galaxy are filled with people who thought they were too good to die -declared Taska as she withdrew her lightsaber as well- You tried to kill me and you don't even know my name? -said not knowing if laughing because it was a joke, or be suprised because it was serious. In the end her lips showed a brief grin as she replied- Taska -with simplicity.

 

[Wing]

Alana then clipped her lightsaber onto her belt, and pulled the hood off of her red shoulder length hair covered head. She then placed both her hands on her hips. 'I had no intentions of killing you, I merely wanted to test your effectiveness in a surprise ambush. I was somewhat satisfied, but you need work. I will be training you, my name is Alana, but you will refer to me only as master.' She then began pacing in front of Taska.

'Serve me well, and I will see to it that you gain the rank of crusader. Disappoint me or fail me, and you will be punished. Right now, I want to test your fighting capabilities. Show me what you know.' Alana then Force pushed a button on the wall. Two durasteel doors opened and three training battle droids emerged, each armed a blaster rifle. 'Destroy these three droids without calling upon the Force. They are armed, and injuries can be fatal if they assault you in the right spot.' Alana then activated them. 'Go!'

 

[Samara]

Taska smirked after hearing she was right, althought at that point it was already something obvious.- I know the drill -she said, remembering all that she had learned from Amri. She didn't want to be treated like a rookie, she had a better opinion of herself.- master. -added at the end.

She waited until her master's signal, and then, slighty faster than before, she ignited both her lightsabers and leaped forward towards the first droid. The first swing was with her right hand, aimed at the chest height of the droid. It looked like the hit wouldn't make it to its target, but then and just like Alana had witnessed moments ago, her lightsaber grew at twice its normal length in a split second, and without further notice splitted the droid in half.

The few shots before the first impact were blocked by the lightsaber on her left hand, combined with quickly and graceful movements of her own body, spinning while not losing her original course. Nonetheless, she did not stop then. She kicked the remains of the droid out of her way, and continued the pursuit of the droids. They were trying to surround her, as anyone with half a brain would have done, and she was trying to catch them in the straightest line possible, in order to make blaster bolts easier to reflect.

 

[Wing]

OOC: It is late, everyone is asleep, so I thought I could squeeze in a post. :)

The other two droids were hit by reflected blaster bolts and were both easily destroyed. 'Good, but those were mere droids. But congratulations, nonetheless. We know now that droid adversaries will prove easy for you.' Alana then held her hand out, and with the Force, took one of Taska's lightsabers from her and held it in her hand. 'I see you are trained with the use of dual wielding lightsabers, but I want to teach you a form of lightsaber combat, one of the two I am a master of - Ataru. I am a master of Ataru and Soresu, and I hope to teach you both.' Alana then went to the wall to a control panel, where there was buttons and a speaker.

Alana then pressed two of the buttons and spoke into the speaker. 'Bring it in.' Several minutes later, two Dark Jedi came into the room with a human male prisoner. The prisoner had a ysalamir attached to it. The two Dark Jedi dropped the prisoner who was dressed in black and white striped clothing to the ground. Alana then motioned for the two Dark Jedi to leave. 'This here is a Jedi Padawan we captured. His name is unknown and not important. Unlike droids, this Jedi man can think. He is about the same level of skill as you. You are to engage in a lightsaber duel with him to the death. If you succeed, we can move on. If you fail.... well that means he has killed you, and then I will have to kill him. Regardless, he is not leaving this room alive.' Alana then smiled.

Alana then grabbed the ysalamir off the back of the Jedi Padawan, and strangled it to death. Alana then went into another room with a large glass window to see the training room. Once inside, she threw the lightsaber she had taken from Taska to the Jedi Padawan and sealed the door. 'Taska, engage him now! Kill that Jedi scum in the name of the Bogan!' Alana smirked.

OOC: I expect your next post to be detailed about the lightsaber duel. How you want it to end is up to you.

 

[Samara]

Spoiler: OOC

I was waiting for you to come back before replying

She posed no resistance to the force pull on her lightsaber, and turned it off before it went flying away. Just in case. Taska tilted her head at the sight of the Ysalamir with interest, and showed slight disgust when the animal's life was extinguished. Those things could be really useful in the right hands, it was a pity.

Her lightsaber was set again at a default size, and she adopted a stance in wich she held the blade pointing to the floor, in the same direction her opponent was. Shortly after, while the Jedi was thinking in how to get out of there alive while igniting his (her) lightsaber, she performed a short and graceful manouver, bringing the saber up vertical directly in front of her face as a dare, and making a swift "x" in the air as a salute afterwards, before returning to its original position. Anyone with a little experience would recognize it as both a Makashi flourish and a Makashi salute.

 

[Wing]

You are going to have to find someone else to finish this. I thought I could RP again, but honestly, I just find it boring. Sorry.