The Tower of the Imperial Knights

Korr laughed. He always made everyone around him laugh, including herself. The one who usually never laughed. She had devoted her life to her training, her betterment, and the Imperial Knights. However, the Correlian Knight always manages to pull her away from all of that, to make her actually enjoy her life outside the Knights. If there was one person she was comfortable letting her guard down around, it was Brock. She hugged him tightly. She had missed him since they had been knighted, with their assignment to different missions and all.
“Brock, it’s been so long since I last saw you. What has it been, three or four years? We have to get something to drink!”

“I think there is one inside the complex; we can go later today. For now, we have a lot of catching up to do.”
With that, she turned and headed down towards the training room. She knew how much Brock had enjoyed training with her, perhaps this would be a good way to get him to open up about why he was feeling so sour. Entering the room, she found everything was much the same as she had remembered it. There were neat racks of weapons, benches to rest on, everything that a Knight would need to train. She would normally spend hours on end here, honing both her mind and body as a razor-sharp weapon. With her mind being able to stay calm and collected even in the most difficult of circumstances. She already had an uncanny ability to cut herself off from such emotions; though it was not something that came wilingly, a fact that had made her personal life very difficult. The only time it seemed not persistent in ruining her interactions with others was when she was talking with either Grandmaster Nikulin or Brock. She faced down Brock from opposite the training mats, ready for anything, her soft eyes focused on the other Knight.
“And what better way to catch up then while doing a bit of sparring, for old times sake.”

He had pledged his services to Emperor Delvardus and been given his freedom to join the Imperial Knights. He was still clad in his Jedi attire as he entered the Tower. The guards having been instructed to let him pass unmolestered. He looked around, taking in the sight of his new home as he headed for the training rooms. The First Order certainly did not leave the Imperial Knights wanting.

The Tower was state of the art. Fitted with the latest training and security technology. But it still retained a humble look that befit the Imperial Knights. He walked through the door into the training room. Pausing at the edge of the training ring, as his gaze settled upon the woman that stood at the opposite side “Hi there. The name’s Kortos Vel. And hopefully I’m in the right place?”

Kortos watched as the female Imperial Knight finished her weight lifting and dried herself off. He looked her over as she crossed the room, stopping barely a foot away from him. She was certainly a well trained warrior, and used every skill she had available to her. He smiled back at her. Deciding that even if this wasn’t the right place, it wasn’t a bad idea to start making friends “Just here to start some training as an Imperial Knight...”

This was starting to enter some very dangerous territory, as she placed her hand on his chin. Stroking it as she moved back and forth in front of him. Trying to entice him. To what end he was not sure. Not that he could deny he didn’t mind the game. She was rather attractive. And he had no doubt she knew how to use those looks to the folly of many a men. He reached a hand out and brushed aside a couple of her braids as he smirked “Oh, I have no doubt you would try accomodate me...” He removed his hand from the side of her face then. Not wanting to tempt fate too much more. After all, this could merely be a trap she was setting for him as she had for many men before him “But the training will suffice for now... We can discuss other accomodations later...”

As the Female Imperial Knight walked away from him. His gaze lingered upon her. Taking note of the almost transparent outfit which left little to the imagination, save for the underwear she wore beneath it. Under different circumstances, he might have pushed all thought of training from his mind in pursuit of other accommodations. But at the very least, he still very much appreciated the view.

As she summoned the wooden staff to her hand, Kortos sensed their session was about to begin. He undid the straps which held his shoulder guard in place. Letting it fall to the ground. He then undid the belt around his lower torso, before pulling his shirt over his head and discarding that to the pile. Next, he unclipped his lightsabers, and placed them on the ground. Before finally undoing the clasps for his utility belt. Leaving him in naught but his pants, boots, forearm wraps and gloves.

He reached his arms out, before summoning a pair of short wooden staffs to his hands. The two weapons serving as fairly good substitutes for his preferred dual lightsaber style. He brought them forward into a cross guard stance as his opponent beckoned him forward "If you say so..." He strode forward on to the mats, before rushing forward. Pulling the pair of sticks back to his right, before swinging them forward in a horizontal motion, to slice across her torso

Kortos let the momentum take him forward as she flipped over him. Using it as he ducked forward, going into a roll to escape the strike at his back. He turned quickly to face her, both staff's held at the ready "I'm just warming up... And you have yet to tell me what your name is..." He strode forward this, having learned from his previous attack. Once he was in striking range, he swung the left stick out and towards her own staff. Hoping to provoke an opening he might exploit with his right stick "Truth be told... I'm not a Knight yet..."

Charratha Korr. Quite the mouthful there. He could understand why most called her Char. His sticks once again found empty air as she faltered out of his way. He turned to follow her steps, keeping his weapons between them in case she attacked "Well, I'm glad you think so, Char..." He really did dislike formal titles, at least in such informal situations. He smirked at the sound of his name being purred by her. He had been right earlier. To believe she had honed all of his available skills. Most especially her appeal to men. He stepped forward then, closing the distance between them. Swinging his right staff at her head, while aiming the left one for her lower torso. Taking advantage of her unsure footing and single blade

It had all happened rather quickly. Char managing once more spring herself into the air. His adjusted attack to swing at her legs as she tried to use the same escape again. The staff catching his chest, before knocking him off balance. Causing him to topple over atop her. His grip on his pair of staff's releasing, as he braced himself against the mats. His face stopping mere inches away from hers as she smiled up at him and conceded defeat. Something told him she had feigned her loss. Perhaps to bring them both into such close quarters, little separating the pair but the few pieces of clothing each wore "Oh really? And what does victory in such a situation include?" If she wanted to play this game once more, he was more than willing to face off against her. He was no prude like the Jedi Order of old had been. In fact, he quite possibly pushed the limits of just how much leeway the New Jedi Order was willing to permit its members. His hand running through the braids of hair "Is this meant to be a lesson for me? or you?"